They feel an all too familiar comforting aura cover them, like a warm blanket after a cold day.
...
"Who is there?"
Jason, in his usual floral attire and sandals, walks into view “Looks like you need someone to talk to mate.”
"... I've become a monster, Jason"
“That doesn’t sound like something I have been through.” He says sitting next to him “We are all monsters, some just don’t want to be, do you?”
Visibly shaking.
"I dont, but..."
"I can't stop myself"
Jason takes off his starry cloak, placing it on Zodiac, a calming effect washing over “I ask you, do you want to be a monster?”
"I don't want to be a monster"
“Then you are fine, you don’t want to be a monster, as long as you fight against that, you will never truly be one. Sandwich?” He holds out a sandwich he didn’t have before.
"What kind of sandwich?"
“Magic BLT. With magic pepper.”
"Sure"
He gives them the sandwich, making one of his own.
As Zodiac eats it, Jason notices that his teeth are sharp.
And stained with blood
He raises a brow, but leaves this one to Collin, slitting his wrist and letting Collin pour out to examine his teeth.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
A heavy pressure fills the air of the dome as the fate is pushed open. The air shakes as the incarnation of pure unbridled and unstoppable rage enters the dome, things becoming more and more unstable, the very air beginning to rumble loudly. Any lookers would see what appears to be a child, pointy black hair, a simply T shirt, green shorts, and green boots. He has a fishing rod over his shoulder and a childish smile on his face, not fitting the violent air around him that he seems to give off. Gon, Incarnation of unreasonable rage and yet unbreakable friendship.
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
He raises a brow, but leaves this one to Collin, slitting his wrist and letting Collin pour out to examine his teeth.
*Cut for demon*
*Causally eating sandwich*
Collin turns into blood, hiding in the sandwich to examine even farther.
*It is not a good idea to go into Zodiacs mouth*
*There is Collin to spare in the Astral Kingdom. Jason isn’t worried.*
*aight*
*Colin discovers that it is the blood of a god*
Collin drains themself from inside his mouth, and relays this information back to Jason. Jason turns to Zodiac “You ate a god?”
"... How do you know about...."
“I could read your soul if I wanted to, we both know that. I’m not mad, explain.”
*good morning!!*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*Good morning fry.*
*SORRY FOR VANISHING*
"I'm mad, you put a damn leech in my mouth"
*I have an idea...
Will be introing back here soon. Or not. Depends on whether or not this is the timeline I do...*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
“Okay, and you ate a god. Do you want to go down this road?”
*Ima make Gon, his only going to be a level 15 Barbarian who can take a turn to make his next punch do 2d10 more damage.*
A heavy pressure fills the air of the dome as the fate is pushed open. The air shakes as the incarnation of pure unbridled and unstoppable rage enters the dome, things becoming more and more unstable, the very air beginning to rumble loudly. Any lookers would see what appears to be a child, pointy black hair, a simply T shirt, green shorts, and green boots. He has a fishing rod over his shoulder and a childish smile on his face, not fitting the violent air around him that he seems to give off. Gon, Incarnation of unreasonable rage and yet unbreakable friendship.
*Anyone?*
(Hey, Jester! How're you?)
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
*Im chillin, how about you?*