Anyone care to talk about my latest hyper fixation?
What is it?
K-Pop Demon Hunters
Ooh, is it good?
It is amazing! Good humor, good characters, great animation, great action, AMAZING songs!
Nice! What’s your favorite part about it?
My favorite comedic moment might be the introduction of the Saja boys. My favorite fight is definitely the opening one. My favorite song is either the first or second to last one. Avoiding providing specifics if you plan to watch.
My favorite comedic moment might be the introduction of the Saja boys. My favorite fight is definitely the opening one. My favorite song is either the first or second to last one. Avoiding providing specifics if you plan to watch.
I have some high expectations for it now
I am sure they’ll be met. It’s one of Netflix’s most popular movies right now and it just released like a week ago.
I don't like how people on Netflix are like 'Oh this looks nice' 1 second later. Person exits out and chooses a different show or movie
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Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
Great. Thinking about my world’s lore. (Martians were killed off by the sun) you?
good as well. trying to install a mod for one of my games
Wishing you luck on that. What will it do?
replaces fallout 4 with london
Oh, I heard about that one. Seems like fun.
it is a pain in the ass to install unfortunately
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Great. Thinking about my world’s lore. (Martians were killed off by the sun) you?
good as well. trying to install a mod for one of my games
Wishing you luck on that. What will it do?
replaces fallout 4 with london
Oh, I heard about that one. Seems like fun.
it is a pain in the ass to install unfortunately
I’m guessing it uses a lot of data?
no, it's just annoying to get functioning properly
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Great. Thinking about my world’s lore. (Martians were killed off by the sun) you?
good as well. trying to install a mod for one of my games
Wishing you luck on that. What will it do?
replaces fallout 4 with london
Oh, I heard about that one. Seems like fun.
it is a pain in the ass to install unfortunately
I’m guessing it uses a lot of data?
no, it's just annoying to get functioning properly
Well that sucks. I hope technology agrees with you soon.
You want to rp
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
I have so many ocs for this one popular fandom and I wanna RP them but at the same time theres no way I'ma be the way to make a forum for it cuz I'm a coward. (Also I wouldn't exactly be the best mod y'know?)
I have so many ocs for this one popular fandom and I wanna RP them but at the same time theres no way I'ma be the way to make a forum for it cuz I'm a coward. (Also I wouldn't exactly be the best mod y'know?)
Please elaborate I would like to hear more about this fandom
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
YALL I wanna do a summer camp RP will someone help
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Haiiiiii, I’m Druid! (he/they/it/moth/fae/star) I'm a smol insane queer lil' mess with a terrible mental state! I'm also a therian and furry :3 My current obsessions are The Amazing Digital Circus and Hazbin Hotel, so if you ever wanna chat about that, I'm always happy to! GIVE ME YOUR MONSTER.
"Oh no! Looks like I've taken Ragatha... AND DROPPED HER IN THE DEEP FRYER!" -Jax
After years of hunting, after countless sacrifices for this quest and this one alone, you stand before him: One of the three leaders of the cult. And despite all the bodies left in your wake and the rage in your eyes, the vulpes doesn’t seem afraid in the slightest, sitting sideways in his throne, legs hanging over the arm as he reclines. He takes a drink from his brass goblet, a crude facsimile of what your church uses for its holy feasts, with blasphemous imagery across its surface. He chuckles as you shift your grip on your greatsword.
“Monster,” You start, “You are charged with blasphemy, heresy, and murder. The penalty for such crimes is-”
“I don’t care.” He loses his good humor for a moment. You’re thrown off guard for a split second, enough time for him to close the distance. His brightly colored cloak, more suitable for a jester than a priest, is almost blinding when this close. He locks his chipped, rusted, and cracked sickle against your sword as he places a hand on your waist. The goblet lies discarded on the floor, its wine feeding the grass and flowers that have sprung up between the floorboards after decades of feasts and festivals. “Have you ever danced before?”\
You try to shove the freak off, but he’s already begun pulling you along. “C’mon, this could be your last chance… wouldn’t you like to do something fun one last time before you die?” You growl and unhook your blade from his, shoving him as far as you can. He moves like a drunken ghost, every move weightless and accompanied by the jingling of innumerable bells all over his costume. He laughs as he lands on his feet, your throw barely affecting his balance.
He twirls and dances, seemingly oblivious to your men notching arrows in the rafters. I’ve got him, you think. Your rangers, the only ones experienced enough to survive the nightmarish conditions and the onslaught of spirits, unleash a volley of arrows upon the fool.
Not a single one lands. The cultist moves effortlessly, so fast and so nimble that you almost forget that he’s cloaked in dozens of pounds of fabric. Arrows stab into the floor around him as he spins and sways toward you. One of the rangers attempts a plunging stab from above, only to lose his sword- and his hands- from a single off-handed slash. You attempt to hack into the jester’s chest while his sickle is out of the way, only for him to back up the instant before you swing, as though alerted by some foul premonition.
While you recover from your attack, he closes the gap once more, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing against you, preventing you from raising your blade and the archers from being able to unleash any more arrows without skewering you. He looks deep into your eyes and whispers to you, but you don’t hear him over the pounding blood in your ears. You see blood pouring from the rafters as demons drop down.
You’ve lost. He’s made a game of your rage, your conviction, your suffering. All this… for nothing?
You sink to your knees. He gently pats you on the back. “It’s an honor…” he murmurs, kissing you on the cheek. “...why are you so scared?”
After years of hunting, after countless sacrifices for this quest and this one alone, you stand before him: One of the three leaders of the cult. And despite all the bodies left in your wake and the rage in your eyes, the vulpes doesn’t seem afraid in the slightest, sitting sideways in his throne, legs hanging over the arm as he reclines. He takes a drink from his brass goblet, a crude facsimile of what your church uses for its holy feasts, with blasphemous imagery across its surface. He chuckles as you shift your grip on your greatsword.
“Monster,” You start, “You are charged with blasphemy, heresy, and murder. The penalty for such crimes is-”
“I don’t care.” He loses his good humor for a moment. You’re thrown off guard for a split second, enough time for him to close the distance. His brightly colored cloak, more suitable for a jester than a priest, is almost blinding when this close. He locks his chipped, rusted, and cracked sickle against your sword as he places a hand on your waist. The goblet lies discarded on the floor, its wine feeding the grass and flowers that have sprung up between the floorboards after decades of feasts and festivals. “Have you ever danced before?”\
You try to shove the freak off, but he’s already begun pulling you along. “C’mon, this could be your last chance… wouldn’t you like to do something fun one last time before you die?” You growl and unhook your blade from his, shoving him as far as you can. He moves like a drunken ghost, every move weightless and accompanied by the jingling of innumerable bells all over his costume. He laughs as he lands on his feet, your throw barely affecting his balance.
He twirls and dances, seemingly oblivious to your men notching arrows in the rafters. I’ve got him, you think. Your rangers, the only ones experienced enough to survive the nightmarish conditions and the onslaught of spirits, unleash a volley of arrows upon the fool.
Not a single one lands. The cultist moves effortlessly, so fast and so nimble that you almost forget that he’s cloaked in dozens of pounds of fabric. Arrows stab into the floor around him as he spins and sways toward you. One of the rangers attempts a plunging stab from above, only to lose his sword- and his hands- from a single off-handed slash. You attempt to hack into the jester’s chest while his sickle is out of the way, only for him to back up the instant before you swing, as though alerted by some foul premonition.
While you recover from your attack, he closes the gap once more, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing against you, preventing you from raising your blade and the archers from being able to unleash any more arrows without skewering you. He looks deep into your eyes and whispers to you, but you don’t hear him over the pounding blood in your ears. You see blood pouring from the rafters as demons drop down.
You’ve lost. He’s made a game of your rage, your conviction, your suffering. All this… for nothing?
You sink to your knees. He gently pats you on the back. “It’s an honor…” he murmurs, kissing you on the cheek. “...why are you so scared?”
That's quite good, though I don't know the context
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Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
I don't like how people on Netflix are like 'Oh this looks nice' 1 second later. Person exits out and chooses a different show or movie
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
A quote from the movie?
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
it is a pain in the ass to install unfortunately
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
I am a microwave
*Turns into microwave*
^_________^
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
I’m guessing it uses a lot of data?
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Perhaps. Perhaps not.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
╮(＾▽＾)╭
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
I must leave
*Flys away as a microwave*
See ya Monday
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
no, it's just annoying to get functioning properly
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*see ya*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Well that sucks. I hope technology agrees with you soon.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
You want to rp
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
I’d love to but I’m going to have to hop off soon, and I don’t want to abandon a rp like that. Sorry.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
I have so many ocs for this one popular fandom and I wanna RP them but at the same time theres no way I'ma be the way to make a forum for it cuz I'm a coward. (Also I wouldn't exactly be the best mod y'know?)
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
Please elaborate I would like to hear more about this fandom
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
YALL I wanna do a summer camp RP will someone help
Haiiiiii, I’m Druid! (he/they/it/moth/fae/star) I'm a smol insane queer lil' mess with a terrible mental state! I'm also a therian and furry :3 My current obsessions are The Amazing Digital Circus and Hazbin Hotel, so if you ever wanna chat about that, I'm always happy to! GIVE ME YOUR MONSTER.
"Oh no! Looks like I've taken Ragatha... AND DROPPED HER IN THE DEEP FRYER!" -Jax
Quinn! I’m really sorry about last night, I don’t know what I did but it clearly hurt you so I’m sorry.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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Wrote a thing.
After years of hunting, after countless sacrifices for this quest and this one alone, you stand before him: One of the three leaders of the cult. And despite all the bodies left in your wake and the rage in your eyes, the vulpes doesn’t seem afraid in the slightest, sitting sideways in his throne, legs hanging over the arm as he reclines. He takes a drink from his brass goblet, a crude facsimile of what your church uses for its holy feasts, with blasphemous imagery across its surface. He chuckles as you shift your grip on your greatsword.
“Monster,” You start, “You are charged with blasphemy, heresy, and murder. The penalty for such crimes is-”
“I don’t care.” He loses his good humor for a moment. You’re thrown off guard for a split second, enough time for him to close the distance. His brightly colored cloak, more suitable for a jester than a priest, is almost blinding when this close. He locks his chipped, rusted, and cracked sickle against your sword as he places a hand on your waist. The goblet lies discarded on the floor, its wine feeding the grass and flowers that have sprung up between the floorboards after decades of feasts and festivals. “Have you ever danced before?”\
You try to shove the freak off, but he’s already begun pulling you along. “C’mon, this could be your last chance… wouldn’t you like to do something fun one last time before you die?” You growl and unhook your blade from his, shoving him as far as you can. He moves like a drunken ghost, every move weightless and accompanied by the jingling of innumerable bells all over his costume. He laughs as he lands on his feet, your throw barely affecting his balance.
He twirls and dances, seemingly oblivious to your men notching arrows in the rafters. I’ve got him, you think. Your rangers, the only ones experienced enough to survive the nightmarish conditions and the onslaught of spirits, unleash a volley of arrows upon the fool.
Not a single one lands. The cultist moves effortlessly, so fast and so nimble that you almost forget that he’s cloaked in dozens of pounds of fabric. Arrows stab into the floor around him as he spins and sways toward you. One of the rangers attempts a plunging stab from above, only to lose his sword- and his hands- from a single off-handed slash. You attempt to hack into the jester’s chest while his sickle is out of the way, only for him to back up the instant before you swing, as though alerted by some foul premonition.
While you recover from your attack, he closes the gap once more, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pressing against you, preventing you from raising your blade and the archers from being able to unleash any more arrows without skewering you. He looks deep into your eyes and whispers to you, but you don’t hear him over the pounding blood in your ears. You see blood pouring from the rafters as demons drop down.
You’ve lost. He’s made a game of your rage, your conviction, your suffering. All this… for nothing?
You sink to your knees. He gently pats you on the back. “It’s an honor…” he murmurs, kissing you on the cheek. “...why are you so scared?”
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
That's quite good, though I don't know the context