I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Boy, I sure do love my organs! I hope nobody takes them from me!
Reminds me of a joke I sometimes tell
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Boy, I sure do love my organs! I hope nobody takes them from me!
*psst* how much for the throat
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
Boy, I sure do love my organs! I hope nobody takes them from me!
I’ll give you 20 bucks for your larynx
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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.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Imagine that you have a neighbor. He doesn't live here. You don't actually know where he lives, but no one else seems to have seen him. But he brings you gifts. Food, mostly. Fish, lasagna, cookies. Those sort of things. He's kind. He declines to enter your home whenever you invite him in. It's strange. Everyone else is looking for shelter, protection from the Liars. But he isn't. You don't know where he lives. But you've noticed the non-native wildflowers and disturbed soil in the garden. You've seen the hole that appears at night. You've heard him talking to no one. To the worms, to the birds, to the food, even. He loves to talk. But he never *tells* you anything. Not where his strange accent is from, not why he cares about you, not if he's seen the other strangers that show up from time to time. You know he's not normal. But you know that shooting him wouldn't work.
Imagine that you have a neighbor. He doesn't live here. You don't actually know where he lives, but no one else seems to have seen him. But he brings you gifts. Food, mostly. Fish, lasagna, cookies. Those sort of things. He's kind. He declines to enter your home whenever you invite him in. It's strange. Everyone else is looking for shelter, protection from the Liars. But he isn't. You don't know where he lives. But you've noticed the non-native wildflowers and disturbed soil in the garden. You've seen the hole that appears at night. You've heard him talking to no one. To the worms, to the birds, to the food, even. He loves to talk. But he never *tells* you anything. Not where his strange accent is from, not why he cares about you, not if he's seen the other strangers that show up from time to time. You know he's not normal. But you know that shooting him wouldn't work.
Normal tuesday
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
Imagine that you have a neighbor. He doesn't live here. You don't actually know where he lives, but no one else seems to have seen him. But he brings you gifts. Food, mostly. Fish, lasagna, cookies. Those sort of things. He's kind. He declines to enter your home whenever you invite him in. It's strange. Everyone else is looking for shelter, protection from the Liars. But he isn't. You don't know where he lives. But you've noticed the non-native wildflowers and disturbed soil in the garden. You've seen the hole that appears at night. You've heard him talking to no one. To the worms, to the birds, to the food, even. He loves to talk. But he never *tells* you anything. Not where his strange accent is from, not why he cares about you, not if he's seen the other strangers that show up from time to time. You know he's not normal. But you know that shooting him wouldn't work.
He’s out there again.
Always watching, waiting for something. When he notices you in the window, he waves you down, a basket at his hip. Once again, you offer him in, to which he politely declines, saying he has other stops to make, another excuse on a growing list. You’ve asked around. You’ve had people watch. Hell, you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning just to understand. But nothing. He hands you the basket, full of goods as always, and as your fingers brush, you notice the dirt caked under his nails.
He stays to chat with you until “didn’t you say you had other places to be?” He departs, and you watch him go, talking to the wind. Another fruitless conversation. It’s not as if you don’t enjoy his company. The gifts are pleasant, the conversation enjoyable, you just wish he would tell you something. You turn to head inside but catch a glimpse of your garden, wildflowers that weren’t there before thriving. The dirt is no longer flat, but that’s not unexpected, he always manages to use your garden whenever you look away.
Thus far you’ve let him, not disturbing the flowers, but today, you’re curious. Setting the basket down, you bend over and pluck a flower…
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Might as well post this here, too. People have liked it so far. It's a pitch for a character concept more than anything.
Imagine that you have a neighbor. He doesn't live here. You don't actually know where he lives, but no one else seems to have seen him. But he brings you gifts. Food, mostly. Fish, lasagna, cookies. Those sort of things. He's kind. He declines to enter your home whenever you invite him in. It's strange. Everyone else is looking for shelter, protection from the Liars. But he isn't. You don't know where he lives. But you've noticed the non-native wildflowers and disturbed soil in the garden. You've seen the hole that appears at night. You've heard him talking to no one. To the worms, to the birds, to the food, even. He loves to talk. But he never *tells* you anything. Not where his strange accent is from, not why he cares about you, not if he's seen the other strangers that show up from time to time. You know he's not normal. But you know that shooting him wouldn't work.
Why does seem like a Life of Luxury episode
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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
Imagine that you have a neighbor. He doesn't live here. You don't actually know where he lives, but no one else seems to have seen him. But he brings you gifts. Food, mostly. Fish, lasagna, cookies. Those sort of things. He's kind. He declines to enter your home whenever you invite him in. It's strange. Everyone else is looking for shelter, protection from the Liars. But he isn't. You don't know where he lives. But you've noticed the non-native wildflowers and disturbed soil in the garden. You've seen the hole that appears at night. You've heard him talking to no one. To the worms, to the birds, to the food, even. He loves to talk. But he never *tells* you anything. Not where his strange accent is from, not why he cares about you, not if he's seen the other strangers that show up from time to time. You know he's not normal. But you know that shooting him wouldn't work.
He’s out there again.
Always watching, waiting for something. When he notices you in the window, he waves you down, a basket at his hip. Once again, you offer him in, to which he politely declines, saying he has other stops to make, another excuse on a growing list. You’ve asked around. You’ve had people watch. Hell, you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning just to understand. But nothing. He hands you the basket, full of goods as always, and as your fingers brush, you notice the dirt caked under his nails.
He stays to chat with you until “didn’t you say you had other places to be?” He departs, and you watch him go, talking to the wind. Another fruitless conversation. It’s not as if you don’t enjoy his company. The gifts are pleasant, the conversation enjoyable, you just wish he would tell you something. You turn to head inside but catch a glimpse of your garden, wildflowers that weren’t there before thriving. The dirt is no longer flat, but that’s not unexpected, he always manages to use your garden whenever you look away.
Thus far you’ve let him, not disturbing the flowers, but today, you’re curious. Setting the basket down, you bend over and pluck a flower…
The flower pulses in your hand before you pluck it. It felt eerily similar to a heartbeat, but the the hopeful part of your mind tells you it's not. You convince yourself it's just your anxiety, but why are you anxious? After all this is your garden. As you finally pick it, the pulsing stops and blood red liquid comes out of both ends of the broken stem. It may have also let out a scream, but you had let go of the flower out of disgust when you saw that.
You had heard rumors of people disappearing in the night but those had never been proven. The town's guard said they looked into it and found nothing, but they sweat whenever it is brought up. You were told it was bears but one of your friends was told they were gone on a hunting trip. Something has scared the guard into silence and nobody has found any signs of bodies.
What was in the food he was giving you?
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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
Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
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
Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
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
Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Imagine that you have a neighbor. He doesn't live here. You don't actually know where he lives, but no one else seems to have seen him. But he brings you gifts. Food, mostly. Fish, lasagna, cookies. Those sort of things. He's kind. He declines to enter your home whenever you invite him in. It's strange. Everyone else is looking for shelter, protection from the Liars. But he isn't. You don't know where he lives. But you've noticed the non-native wildflowers and disturbed soil in the garden. You've seen the hole that appears at night. You've heard him talking to no one. To the worms, to the birds, to the food, even. He loves to talk. But he never *tells* you anything. Not where his strange accent is from, not why he cares about you, not if he's seen the other strangers that show up from time to time. You know he's not normal. But you know that shooting him wouldn't work.
He’s out there again.
Always watching, waiting for something. When he notices you in the window, he waves you down, a basket at his hip. Once again, you offer him in, to which he politely declines, saying he has other stops to make, another excuse on a growing list. You’ve asked around. You’ve had people watch. Hell, you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning just to understand. But nothing. He hands you the basket, full of goods as always, and as your fingers brush, you notice the dirt caked under his nails.
He stays to chat with you until “didn’t you say you had other places to be?” He departs, and you watch him go, talking to the wind. Another fruitless conversation. It’s not as if you don’t enjoy his company. The gifts are pleasant, the conversation enjoyable, you just wish he would tell you something. You turn to head inside but catch a glimpse of your garden, wildflowers that weren’t there before thriving. The dirt is no longer flat, but that’s not unexpected, he always manages to use your garden whenever you look away.
Thus far you’ve let him, not disturbing the flowers, but today, you’re curious. Setting the basket down, you bend over and pluck a flower…
The flower pulses in your hand before you pluck it. It felt eerily similar to a heartbeat, but the the hopeful part of your mind tells you it's not. You convince yourself it's just your anxiety, but why are you anxious? After all this is your garden. As you finally pick it, the pulsing stops and blood red liquid comes out of both ends of the broken stem. It may have also let out a scream, but you had let go of the flower out of disgust when you saw that.
You had heard rumors of people disappearing in the night but those had never been proven. The town's guard said they looked into it and found nothing, but they sweat whenever it is brought up. You were told it was bears but one of your friends was told they were gone on a hunting trip. Something has scared the guard into silence and nobody has found any signs of bodies.
What was in the food he was giving you?
Your breathing shallows, and you stumble back. Your mind flashes through the past couple months, and the baskets he’s been giving you. The neighbor who used to live to your right disappeared in May, and he had brought over a delicious chicken pot pie the next day to comfort you. At least…he said it was chicken. Mind racing, you think back to all the meals with meat, most coming soon after a person is reported missing, here, or elsewhere.
As for the flowers, those are a bit harder on your mind. You know he’s been the one planting them, for you certainly haven’t, but you aren’t sure exactly what he’s been planting. With trembling fingers, you open the basket of food and reach about for a napkin. Once acquired, you pick up the dead flower(?) and examine it more closely. What once appeared to be velvet petals now resembles muscle, the seeds appearing to be teeth.
involuntarily, your mind brings you back to one night, many moons ago, when you first saw him in your garden.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Imagine that you have a neighbor. He doesn't live here. You don't actually know where he lives, but no one else seems to have seen him. But he brings you gifts. Food, mostly. Fish, lasagna, cookies. Those sort of things. He's kind. He declines to enter your home whenever you invite him in. It's strange. Everyone else is looking for shelter, protection from the Liars. But he isn't. You don't know where he lives. But you've noticed the non-native wildflowers and disturbed soil in the garden. You've seen the hole that appears at night. You've heard him talking to no one. To the worms, to the birds, to the food, even. He loves to talk. But he never *tells* you anything. Not where his strange accent is from, not why he cares about you, not if he's seen the other strangers that show up from time to time. You know he's not normal. But you know that shooting him wouldn't work.
He’s out there again.
Always watching, waiting for something. When he notices you in the window, he waves you down, a basket at his hip. Once again, you offer him in, to which he politely declines, saying he has other stops to make, another excuse on a growing list. You’ve asked around. You’ve had people watch. Hell, you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning just to understand. But nothing. He hands you the basket, full of goods as always, and as your fingers brush, you notice the dirt caked under his nails.
He stays to chat with you until “didn’t you say you had other places to be?” He departs, and you watch him go, talking to the wind. Another fruitless conversation. It’s not as if you don’t enjoy his company. The gifts are pleasant, the conversation enjoyable, you just wish he would tell you something. You turn to head inside but catch a glimpse of your garden, wildflowers that weren’t there before thriving. The dirt is no longer flat, but that’s not unexpected, he always manages to use your garden whenever you look away.
Thus far you’ve let him, not disturbing the flowers, but today, you’re curious. Setting the basket down, you bend over and pluck a flower…
The flower pulses in your hand before you pluck it. It felt eerily similar to a heartbeat, but the the hopeful part of your mind tells you it's not. You convince yourself it's just your anxiety, but why are you anxious? After all this is your garden. As you finally pick it, the pulsing stops and blood red liquid comes out of both ends of the broken stem. It may have also let out a scream, but you had let go of the flower out of disgust when you saw that.
You had heard rumors of people disappearing in the night but those had never been proven. The town's guard said they looked into it and found nothing, but they sweat whenever it is brought up. You were told it was bears but one of your friends was told they were gone on a hunting trip. Something has scared the guard into silence and nobody has found any signs of bodies.
What was in the food he was giving you?
Your breathing shallows, and you stumble back. Your mind flashes through the past couple months, and the baskets he’s been giving you. The neighbor who used to live to your right disappeared in May, and he had brought over a delicious chicken pot pie the next day to comfort you. At least…he said it was chicken. Mind racing, you think back to all the meals with meat, most coming soon after a person is reported missing, here, or elsewhere.
As for the flowers, those are a bit harder on your mind. You know he’s been the one planting them, for you certainly haven’t, but you aren’t sure exactly what he’s been planting. With trembling fingers, you open the basket of food and reach about for a napkin. Once acquired, you pick up the dead flower(?) and examine it more closely. What once appeared to be velvet petals now resembles muscle, the seeds appearing to be teeth.
involuntarily, your mind brings you back to one night, many moons ago, when you first saw him in your garden.
WHY IS EVERYBODY DOING THIS?
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
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The only correct answer
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Ye, if I get that far
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Boy, I sure do love my organs! I hope nobody takes them from me!
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Reminds me of a joke I sometimes tell
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
*psst* how much for the throat
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
Stealy steal lungs
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’ll give you 20 bucks for your larynx
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
May I inquire as to why?
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
Might as well post this here, too:
Imagine that you have a neighbor. He doesn't live here. You don't actually know where he lives, but no one else seems to have seen him. But he brings you gifts. Food, mostly. Fish, lasagna, cookies. Those sort of things. He's kind. He declines to enter your home whenever you invite him in. It's strange. Everyone else is looking for shelter, protection from the Liars. But he isn't.
You don't know where he lives. But you've noticed the non-native wildflowers and disturbed soil in the garden. You've seen the hole that appears at night.
You've heard him talking to no one. To the worms, to the birds, to the food, even. He loves to talk. But he never *tells* you anything. Not where his strange accent is from, not why he cares about you, not if he's seen the other strangers that show up from time to time.
You know he's not normal. But you know that shooting him wouldn't work.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Normal tuesday
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
He’s out there again.
Always watching, waiting for something. When he notices you in the window, he waves you down, a basket at his hip. Once again, you offer him in, to which he politely declines, saying he has other stops to make, another excuse on a growing list. You’ve asked around. You’ve had people watch. Hell, you stayed up until the wee hours of the morning just to understand. But nothing. He hands you the basket, full of goods as always, and as your fingers brush, you notice the dirt caked under his nails.
He stays to chat with you until “didn’t you say you had other places to be?” He departs, and you watch him go, talking to the wind. Another fruitless conversation.
It’s not as if you don’t enjoy his company. The gifts are pleasant, the conversation enjoyable, you just wish he would tell you something. You turn to head inside but catch a glimpse of your garden, wildflowers that weren’t there before thriving. The dirt is no longer flat, but that’s not unexpected, he always manages to use your garden whenever you look away.
Thus far you’ve let him, not disturbing the flowers, but today, you’re curious. Setting the basket down, you bend over and pluck a flower…
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
Why does seem like a Life of Luxury episode
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
The flower pulses in your hand before you pluck it. It felt eerily similar to a heartbeat, but the the hopeful part of your mind tells you it's not. You convince yourself it's just your anxiety, but why are you anxious? After all this is your garden. As you finally pick it, the pulsing stops and blood red liquid comes out of both ends of the broken stem. It may have also let out a scream, but you had let go of the flower out of disgust when you saw that.
You had heard rumors of people disappearing in the night but those had never been proven. The town's guard said they looked into it and found nothing, but they sweat whenever it is brought up. You were told it was bears but one of your friends was told they were gone on a hunting trip. Something has scared the guard into silence and nobody has found any signs of bodies.
What was in the food he was giving you?
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
Hello moon!
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
hi there
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
How are you?
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
dead tired, you?
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
Hongry, literally forgot to eat lunch
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Your breathing shallows, and you stumble back. Your mind flashes through the past couple months, and the baskets he’s been giving you. The neighbor who used to live to your right disappeared in May, and he had brought over a delicious chicken pot pie the next day to comfort you. At least…he said it was chicken. Mind racing, you think back to all the meals with meat, most coming soon after a person is reported missing, here, or elsewhere.
As for the flowers, those are a bit harder on your mind. You know he’s been the one planting them, for you certainly haven’t, but you aren’t sure exactly what he’s been planting. With trembling fingers, you open the basket of food and reach about for a napkin. Once acquired, you pick up the dead flower(?) and examine it more closely. What once appeared to be velvet petals now resembles muscle, the seeds appearing to be teeth.
involuntarily, your mind brings you back to one night, many moons ago, when you first saw him in your garden.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
WHY IS EVERYBODY DOING THIS?
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.