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
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
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?)
Please elaborate I would like to hear more about this fandom
Sorry for taking so long to reply
It's cookie run. It's where sentient cookies get lore and evil witch gods and while theres not a really defined power system the character designs are incredibly cool and I love this silly little game series with all my heart and its a hyperfixation of mine that always comes back whenever I try to forget about it
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
So i have this rwby fan story, and im considering distancing it from the show so it can stand alone, but that's easier said than done.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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
Sorry for taking so long to reply
It's cookie run. It's where sentient cookies get lore and evil witch gods and while theres not a really defined power system the character designs are incredibly cool and I love this silly little game series with all my heart and its a hyperfixation of mine that always comes back whenever I try to forget about it
Ohhhhhh. Several of my friends are obsessed with that game, but I haven’t touched it because of how I get when funny game lets me gamble. Seems very cool though
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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.
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?”
Amazing. I want to kill him, but cannot in any way, shape, or form.
My mom called my DMing a disappointment. She does not have the right to say that when she left the session a quarterway through the session to take a phone call.
I fight so hard to want to live, to feel good about anything, to feel loved. I tried to talk to them about this stuff, I tried to be reasonable, I tried to be forceful, but everything I do just makes them mad at me and there's nothing I can do about it.
All this stupid world building and character creation and EVERYTHING isn't just an aspect of my life, it is my life. Everything else exists to supplement my work.
And no one that lives with me has a thing to say about it. They don't care. They so, so obviously do not care.
They think I'm a burden. A burden they love, but a burden still.
I'm not. Why is it that you guys know this but not my family?
My mom told me that if something happened to me, it would destroy the family. I don't want to hurt myself, and I certainly don't want to die, but they don't get to tell me how important I am then rip into me with every conversation. They don't get to tell me I'm not good enough when they never taught me the actual standard, let alone how to measure it or reach it.
I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I don’t know what advice I could give you that could help with your situation, and your struggles, and your emotions, but I just wanted to let you know that what you’re feeling is valid, and that I and everyone else here will do our best to support you in any way we can, in any way you need. We love you.
sorry I couldn’t post something longer.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
I don’t know what advice I could give you that could help with your situation, and your struggles, and your emotions, but I just wanted to let you know that what you’re feeling is valid, and that I and everyone else here will do our best to support you in any way we can, in any way you need. We love you.
sorry I couldn’t post something longer.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Don't apologize. You've always been here for me. All of you.
I don’t know what advice I could give you that could help with your situation, and your struggles, and your emotions, but I just wanted to let you know that what you’re feeling is valid, and that I and everyone else here will do our best to support you in any way we can, in any way you need. We love you.
sorry I couldn’t post something longer.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Don't apologize. You've always been here for me. All of you.
Just responding honestly is all I could ask for.
Then I will respond to every comment you make. In all seriousness, I am sorry you feel this way and sincerely hope you find everything, and everyone, you need to support yourself.
I found out about Pintrest Wellbeing and I nearly cried. They put that there for people like me who are struggling.
I just want to thank God for this, and thank you all for being here for me.
we'll always be here, baalze <3
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
I left it vague on purpose, so thank you.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
good afternoon everyone
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
Afternoon, scream queen. How's it hanging?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
still waking up, hbu?
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
Sorry for taking so long to reply
It's cookie run. It's where sentient cookies get lore and evil witch gods and while theres not a really defined power system the character designs are incredibly cool and I love this silly little game series with all my heart and its a hyperfixation of mine that always comes back whenever I try to forget about it
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
Hello!
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
going to camp in a few days
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
So i have this rwby fan story, and im considering distancing it from the show so it can stand alone, but that's easier said than done.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Ohhhhhh. Several of my friends are obsessed with that game, but I haven’t touched it because of how I get when funny game lets me gamble. Seems very cool though
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
Amazing. I want to kill him, but cannot in any way, shape, or form.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
I'm gonna vent for a second.
My soul hurts.
My mom called my DMing a disappointment. She does not have the right to say that when she left the session a quarterway through the session to take a phone call.
I fight so hard to want to live, to feel good about anything, to feel loved. I tried to talk to them about this stuff, I tried to be reasonable, I tried to be forceful, but everything I do just makes them mad at me and there's nothing I can do about it.
All this stupid world building and character creation and EVERYTHING isn't just an aspect of my life, it is my life. Everything else exists to supplement my work.
And no one that lives with me has a thing to say about it. They don't care. They so, so obviously do not care.
They think I'm a burden. A burden they love, but a burden still.
I'm not. Why is it that you guys know this but not my family?
My mom told me that if something happened to me, it would destroy the family. I don't want to hurt myself, and I certainly don't want to die, but they don't get to tell me how important I am then rip into me with every conversation. They don't get to tell me I'm not good enough when they never taught me the actual standard, let alone how to measure it or reach it.
I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say.
It hurts so much and I can't stand it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Hope it gets beter
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I found out about Pintrest Wellbeing and I nearly cried. They put that there for people like me who are struggling.
I just want to thank God for this, and thank you all for being here for me.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Baalz.
I don’t know what advice I could give you that could help with your situation, and your struggles, and your emotions, but I just wanted to let you know that what you’re feeling is valid, and that I and everyone else here will do our best to support you in any way we can, in any way you need. We love you.
sorry I couldn’t post something longer.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Don't apologize. You've always been here for me. All of you.
Just responding honestly is all I could ask for.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Then I will respond to every comment you make. In all seriousness, I am sorry you feel this way and sincerely hope you find everything, and everyone, you need to support yourself.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
we'll always be here, baalze <3
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)