Starry night, after redirecting a comet from impacting earth, heads to the night club. Its cloak is reminiscent of the Van Gogh painting for which it is named, while its skin resembles a more accurate version of the night sky. It sits down and orders a star cradle as an appetizer, with some Spiked Plasma in a crystal glass.
Oblivion is sitting at his usual seat, sipping his antimatter and reading the cosmic newspaper when they walk in. He looks up and waves at Starry Night "Good to see you once more Starry." He lacks a mouth yet speaks, his voice like an infinite echo in a bottomless void and his body looking like a empty chasm into darkness.
”why hello there, Oblivion. Fine Eon, isn’t it? I had just gotten back from saving a small city on the planet of earth from a rather large meteorite, you know how it is. I had a day off today and I felt I should have some fun. What have you been up to, my friend?” they say, their voice like a chorus of whispers, a choir of souls singing together, the stars harmonizing in the empty void of this reality.
"Wonderful Eon.Of course, that is always happening. The void remains the same, although the mortals are getting more interest with every passing day. They might eventually even find out about our existence." He looks back on at the newspaper and sips his antimatter "Some new beings have arrived, and a pizza delivery boy."
”how interesting! I’ve been staying in this reality quite a lot lately, since it’s so close to the one I live in. The waking world is quite fascinating. Say, what mortal are you spying on today?” They take a sip of their spiked plasma. Spiked with Aged gravity, of course.
Starry night, after redirecting a comet from impacting earth, heads to the night club. Its cloak is reminiscent of the Van Gogh painting for which it is named, while its skin resembles a more accurate version of the night sky. It sits down and orders a star cradle as an appetizer, with some Spiked Plasma in a crystal glass.
Oblivion is sitting at his usual seat, sipping his antimatter and reading the cosmic newspaper when they walk in. He looks up and waves at Starry Night "Good to see you once more Starry." He lacks a mouth yet speaks, his voice like an infinite echo in a bottomless void and his body looking like a empty chasm into darkness.
”why hello there, Oblivion. Fine Eon, isn’t it? I had just gotten back from saving a small city on the planet of earth from a rather large meteorite, you know how it is. I had a day off today and I felt I should have some fun. What have you been up to, my friend?” they say, their voice like a chorus of whispers, a choir of souls singing together, the stars harmonizing in the empty void of this reality.
"Wonderful Eon.Of course, that is always happening. The void remains the same, although the mortals are getting more interest with every passing day. They might eventually even find out about our existence." He looks back on at the newspaper and sips his antimatter "Some new beings have arrived, and a pizza delivery boy."
”how interesting! I’ve been staying in this reality quite a lot lately, since it’s so close to the one I live in. The waking world is quite fascinating. Say, what mortal are you spying on today?” They take a sip of their spiked plasma. Spiked with Aged gravity, of course.
"There is an artist on the planet Earth who seeks to change the world, it is unlikely they will but they are very determined. I haven't had much work lately so the mortal worlds have become much more interesting."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Starry night, after redirecting a comet from impacting earth, heads to the night club. Its cloak is reminiscent of the Van Gogh painting for which it is named, while its skin resembles a more accurate version of the night sky. It sits down and orders a star cradle as an appetizer, with some Spiked Plasma in a crystal glass.
Oblivion is sitting at his usual seat, sipping his antimatter and reading the cosmic newspaper when they walk in. He looks up and waves at Starry Night "Good to see you once more Starry." He lacks a mouth yet speaks, his voice like an infinite echo in a bottomless void and his body looking like a empty chasm into darkness.
”why hello there, Oblivion. Fine Eon, isn’t it? I had just gotten back from saving a small city on the planet of earth from a rather large meteorite, you know how it is. I had a day off today and I felt I should have some fun. What have you been up to, my friend?” they say, their voice like a chorus of whispers, a choir of souls singing together, the stars harmonizing in the empty void of this reality.
"Wonderful Eon.Of course, that is always happening. The void remains the same, although the mortals are getting more interest with every passing day. They might eventually even find out about our existence." He looks back on at the newspaper and sips his antimatter "Some new beings have arrived, and a pizza delivery boy."
”how interesting! I’ve been staying in this reality quite a lot lately, since it’s so close to the one I live in. The waking world is quite fascinating. Say, what mortal are you spying on today?” They take a sip of their spiked plasma. Spiked with Aged gravity, of course.
"There is an artist on the planet Earth who seeks to change the world, it is unlikely they will but they are very determined. I haven't had much work lately so the mortal worlds have become much more interesting."
“I see… an artist you say? As you know, I am quite the artist myself… with how I arranged the stars in many galaxies and the equivalents in other realities.”
Starry night, after redirecting a comet from impacting earth, heads to the night club. Its cloak is reminiscent of the Van Gogh painting for which it is named, while its skin resembles a more accurate version of the night sky. It sits down and orders a star cradle as an appetizer, with some Spiked Plasma in a crystal glass.
Oblivion is sitting at his usual seat, sipping his antimatter and reading the cosmic newspaper when they walk in. He looks up and waves at Starry Night "Good to see you once more Starry." He lacks a mouth yet speaks, his voice like an infinite echo in a bottomless void and his body looking like a empty chasm into darkness.
”why hello there, Oblivion. Fine Eon, isn’t it? I had just gotten back from saving a small city on the planet of earth from a rather large meteorite, you know how it is. I had a day off today and I felt I should have some fun. What have you been up to, my friend?” they say, their voice like a chorus of whispers, a choir of souls singing together, the stars harmonizing in the empty void of this reality.
"Wonderful Eon.Of course, that is always happening. The void remains the same, although the mortals are getting more interest with every passing day. They might eventually even find out about our existence." He looks back on at the newspaper and sips his antimatter "Some new beings have arrived, and a pizza delivery boy."
”how interesting! I’ve been staying in this reality quite a lot lately, since it’s so close to the one I live in. The waking world is quite fascinating. Say, what mortal are you spying on today?” They take a sip of their spiked plasma. Spiked with Aged gravity, of course.
"There is an artist on the planet Earth who seeks to change the world, it is unlikely they will but they are very determined. I haven't had much work lately so the mortal worlds have become much more interesting."
“I see… an artist you say? As you know, I am quite the artist myself… with how I arranged the stars in many galaxies and the equivalents in other realities.”
"Artists make the most interesting mortals. Ambition and foolishness make such entertaining things. Although your art is beautiful Starry."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Starry night, after redirecting a comet from impacting earth, heads to the night club. Its cloak is reminiscent of the Van Gogh painting for which it is named, while its skin resembles a more accurate version of the night sky. It sits down and orders a star cradle as an appetizer, with some Spiked Plasma in a crystal glass.
Oblivion is sitting at his usual seat, sipping his antimatter and reading the cosmic newspaper when they walk in. He looks up and waves at Starry Night "Good to see you once more Starry." He lacks a mouth yet speaks, his voice like an infinite echo in a bottomless void and his body looking like a empty chasm into darkness.
”why hello there, Oblivion. Fine Eon, isn’t it? I had just gotten back from saving a small city on the planet of earth from a rather large meteorite, you know how it is. I had a day off today and I felt I should have some fun. What have you been up to, my friend?” they say, their voice like a chorus of whispers, a choir of souls singing together, the stars harmonizing in the empty void of this reality.
"Wonderful Eon.Of course, that is always happening. The void remains the same, although the mortals are getting more interest with every passing day. They might eventually even find out about our existence." He looks back on at the newspaper and sips his antimatter "Some new beings have arrived, and a pizza delivery boy."
”how interesting! I’ve been staying in this reality quite a lot lately, since it’s so close to the one I live in. The waking world is quite fascinating. Say, what mortal are you spying on today?” They take a sip of their spiked plasma. Spiked with Aged gravity, of course.
"There is an artist on the planet Earth who seeks to change the world, it is unlikely they will but they are very determined. I haven't had much work lately so the mortal worlds have become much more interesting."
“I see… an artist you say? As you know, I am quite the artist myself… with how I arranged the stars in many galaxies and the equivalents in other realities.”
"Artists make the most interesting mortals. Ambition and foolishness make such entertaining things. Although your art is beautiful Starry."
“They seek to accomplish so much when their lives are but an ember in the universe… they are all stardust, held together for an instant by love. I occasionally find mortal art pieces for inspiration, or I give them it with some message in the stars… I did that with Van Gogh, just a few comets in the sky and he got to work.”
Starry night, after redirecting a comet from impacting earth, heads to the night club. Its cloak is reminiscent of the Van Gogh painting for which it is named, while its skin resembles a more accurate version of the night sky. It sits down and orders a star cradle as an appetizer, with some Spiked Plasma in a crystal glass.
Oblivion is sitting at his usual seat, sipping his antimatter and reading the cosmic newspaper when they walk in. He looks up and waves at Starry Night "Good to see you once more Starry." He lacks a mouth yet speaks, his voice like an infinite echo in a bottomless void and his body looking like a empty chasm into darkness.
”why hello there, Oblivion. Fine Eon, isn’t it? I had just gotten back from saving a small city on the planet of earth from a rather large meteorite, you know how it is. I had a day off today and I felt I should have some fun. What have you been up to, my friend?” they say, their voice like a chorus of whispers, a choir of souls singing together, the stars harmonizing in the empty void of this reality.
"Wonderful Eon.Of course, that is always happening. The void remains the same, although the mortals are getting more interest with every passing day. They might eventually even find out about our existence." He looks back on at the newspaper and sips his antimatter "Some new beings have arrived, and a pizza delivery boy."
”how interesting! I’ve been staying in this reality quite a lot lately, since it’s so close to the one I live in. The waking world is quite fascinating. Say, what mortal are you spying on today?” They take a sip of their spiked plasma. Spiked with Aged gravity, of course.
"There is an artist on the planet Earth who seeks to change the world, it is unlikely they will but they are very determined. I haven't had much work lately so the mortal worlds have become much more interesting."
“I see… an artist you say? As you know, I am quite the artist myself… with how I arranged the stars in many galaxies and the equivalents in other realities.”
"Artists make the most interesting mortals. Ambition and foolishness make such entertaining things. Although your art is beautiful Starry."
“They seek to accomplish so much when their lives are but an ember in the universe… they are all stardust, held together for an instant by love. I occasionally find mortal art pieces for inspiration, or I give them it with some message in the stars… I did that with Van Gogh, just a few comets in the sky and he got to work.”
*Cant make the special text on mobile, so just pretend it’s there.* “The stars are the greatest of all artworks, the concept of something so much greater and yet hand made for the worlds they live on. Such cute thought and dreams, just for them to be ashes in the wind of eternity. They fight so hard to make a difference, and some truly do.”
Starry night, after redirecting a comet from impacting earth, heads to the night club. Its cloak is reminiscent of the Van Gogh painting for which it is named, while its skin resembles a more accurate version of the night sky. It sits down and orders a star cradle as an appetizer, with some Spiked Plasma in a crystal glass.
Oblivion is sitting at his usual seat, sipping his antimatter and reading the cosmic newspaper when they walk in. He looks up and waves at Starry Night "Good to see you once more Starry." He lacks a mouth yet speaks, his voice like an infinite echo in a bottomless void and his body looking like a empty chasm into darkness.
”why hello there, Oblivion. Fine Eon, isn’t it? I had just gotten back from saving a small city on the planet of earth from a rather large meteorite, you know how it is. I had a day off today and I felt I should have some fun. What have you been up to, my friend?” they say, their voice like a chorus of whispers, a choir of souls singing together, the stars harmonizing in the empty void of this reality.
"Wonderful Eon.Of course, that is always happening. The void remains the same, although the mortals are getting more interest with every passing day. They might eventually even find out about our existence." He looks back on at the newspaper and sips his antimatter "Some new beings have arrived, and a pizza delivery boy."
”how interesting! I’ve been staying in this reality quite a lot lately, since it’s so close to the one I live in. The waking world is quite fascinating. Say, what mortal are you spying on today?” They take a sip of their spiked plasma. Spiked with Aged gravity, of course.
"There is an artist on the planet Earth who seeks to change the world, it is unlikely they will but they are very determined. I haven't had much work lately so the mortal worlds have become much more interesting."
“I see… an artist you say? As you know, I am quite the artist myself… with how I arranged the stars in many galaxies and the equivalents in other realities.”
"Artists make the most interesting mortals. Ambition and foolishness make such entertaining things. Although your art is beautiful Starry."
“They seek to accomplish so much when their lives are but an ember in the universe… they are all stardust, held together for an instant by love. I occasionally find mortal art pieces for inspiration, or I give them it with some message in the stars… I did that with Van Gogh, just a few comets in the sky and he got to work.”
*stealing from dragon prince i see*
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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!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Starry night, after redirecting a comet from impacting earth, heads to the night club. Its cloak is reminiscent of the Van Gogh painting for which it is named, while its skin resembles a more accurate version of the night sky. It sits down and orders a star cradle as an appetizer, with some Spiked Plasma in a crystal glass.
Oblivion is sitting at his usual seat, sipping his antimatter and reading the cosmic newspaper when they walk in. He looks up and waves at Starry Night "Good to see you once more Starry." He lacks a mouth yet speaks, his voice like an infinite echo in a bottomless void and his body looking like a empty chasm into darkness.
”why hello there, Oblivion. Fine Eon, isn’t it? I had just gotten back from saving a small city on the planet of earth from a rather large meteorite, you know how it is. I had a day off today and I felt I should have some fun. What have you been up to, my friend?” they say, their voice like a chorus of whispers, a choir of souls singing together, the stars harmonizing in the empty void of this reality.
"Wonderful Eon.Of course, that is always happening. The void remains the same, although the mortals are getting more interest with every passing day. They might eventually even find out about our existence." He looks back on at the newspaper and sips his antimatter "Some new beings have arrived, and a pizza delivery boy."
”how interesting! I’ve been staying in this reality quite a lot lately, since it’s so close to the one I live in. The waking world is quite fascinating. Say, what mortal are you spying on today?” They take a sip of their spiked plasma. Spiked with Aged gravity, of course.
"There is an artist on the planet Earth who seeks to change the world, it is unlikely they will but they are very determined. I haven't had much work lately so the mortal worlds have become much more interesting."
“I see… an artist you say? As you know, I am quite the artist myself… with how I arranged the stars in many galaxies and the equivalents in other realities.”
"Artists make the most interesting mortals. Ambition and foolishness make such entertaining things. Although your art is beautiful Starry."
“They seek to accomplish so much when their lives are but an ember in the universe… they are all stardust, held together for an instant by love. I occasionally find mortal art pieces for inspiration, or I give them it with some message in the stars… I did that with Van Gogh, just a few comets in the sky and he got to work.”
*stealing from dragon prince i see*
*very much yes, this character was inspired by some mix of the archivists and the startouch elves. I just love that line*
Starry night, after redirecting a comet from impacting earth, heads to the night club. Its cloak is reminiscent of the Van Gogh painting for which it is named, while its skin resembles a more accurate version of the night sky. It sits down and orders a star cradle as an appetizer, with some Spiked Plasma in a crystal glass.
Oblivion is sitting at his usual seat, sipping his antimatter and reading the cosmic newspaper when they walk in. He looks up and waves at Starry Night "Good to see you once more Starry." He lacks a mouth yet speaks, his voice like an infinite echo in a bottomless void and his body looking like a empty chasm into darkness.
”why hello there, Oblivion. Fine Eon, isn’t it? I had just gotten back from saving a small city on the planet of earth from a rather large meteorite, you know how it is. I had a day off today and I felt I should have some fun. What have you been up to, my friend?” they say, their voice like a chorus of whispers, a choir of souls singing together, the stars harmonizing in the empty void of this reality.
"Wonderful Eon.Of course, that is always happening. The void remains the same, although the mortals are getting more interest with every passing day. They might eventually even find out about our existence." He looks back on at the newspaper and sips his antimatter "Some new beings have arrived, and a pizza delivery boy."
”how interesting! I’ve been staying in this reality quite a lot lately, since it’s so close to the one I live in. The waking world is quite fascinating. Say, what mortal are you spying on today?” They take a sip of their spiked plasma. Spiked with Aged gravity, of course.
"There is an artist on the planet Earth who seeks to change the world, it is unlikely they will but they are very determined. I haven't had much work lately so the mortal worlds have become much more interesting."
“I see… an artist you say? As you know, I am quite the artist myself… with how I arranged the stars in many galaxies and the equivalents in other realities.”
"Artists make the most interesting mortals. Ambition and foolishness make such entertaining things. Although your art is beautiful Starry."
“They seek to accomplish so much when their lives are but an ember in the universe… they are all stardust, held together for an instant by love. I occasionally find mortal art pieces for inspiration, or I give them it with some message in the stars… I did that with Van Gogh, just a few comets in the sky and he got to work.”
*Cant make the special text on mobile, so just pretend it’s there.* “The stars are the greatest of all artworks, the concept of something so much greater and yet hand made for the worlds they live on. Such cute thought and dreams, just for them to be ashes in the wind of eternity. They fight so hard to make a difference, and some truly do.”
“I almost pity them, don’t you think? They reach for the stars yet they are always so, so, so far away. It almost makes me want to help them somehow. Of course, our powers are much more limited in the waking world, so that makes things much harder. But still.”
Starry night, after redirecting a comet from impacting earth, heads to the night club. Its cloak is reminiscent of the Van Gogh painting for which it is named, while its skin resembles a more accurate version of the night sky. It sits down and orders a star cradle as an appetizer, with some Spiked Plasma in a crystal glass.
Oblivion is sitting at his usual seat, sipping his antimatter and reading the cosmic newspaper when they walk in. He looks up and waves at Starry Night "Good to see you once more Starry." He lacks a mouth yet speaks, his voice like an infinite echo in a bottomless void and his body looking like a empty chasm into darkness.
”why hello there, Oblivion. Fine Eon, isn’t it? I had just gotten back from saving a small city on the planet of earth from a rather large meteorite, you know how it is. I had a day off today and I felt I should have some fun. What have you been up to, my friend?” they say, their voice like a chorus of whispers, a choir of souls singing together, the stars harmonizing in the empty void of this reality.
"Wonderful Eon.Of course, that is always happening. The void remains the same, although the mortals are getting more interest with every passing day. They might eventually even find out about our existence." He looks back on at the newspaper and sips his antimatter "Some new beings have arrived, and a pizza delivery boy."
”how interesting! I’ve been staying in this reality quite a lot lately, since it’s so close to the one I live in. The waking world is quite fascinating. Say, what mortal are you spying on today?” They take a sip of their spiked plasma. Spiked with Aged gravity, of course.
"There is an artist on the planet Earth who seeks to change the world, it is unlikely they will but they are very determined. I haven't had much work lately so the mortal worlds have become much more interesting."
“I see… an artist you say? As you know, I am quite the artist myself… with how I arranged the stars in many galaxies and the equivalents in other realities.”
"Artists make the most interesting mortals. Ambition and foolishness make such entertaining things. Although your art is beautiful Starry."
“They seek to accomplish so much when their lives are but an ember in the universe… they are all stardust, held together for an instant by love. I occasionally find mortal art pieces for inspiration, or I give them it with some message in the stars… I did that with Van Gogh, just a few comets in the sky and he got to work.”
*Cant make the special text on mobile, so just pretend it’s there.* “The stars are the greatest of all artworks, the concept of something so much greater and yet hand made for the worlds they live on. Such cute thought and dreams, just for them to be ashes in the wind of eternity. They fight so hard to make a difference, and some truly do.”
“I almost pity them, don’t you think? They reach for the stars yet they are always so, so, so far away. It almost makes me want to help them somehow. Of course, our powers are much more limited in the waking world, so that makes things much harder. But still.”
“You know, they recently reached their own moon on Earth, only about a century ago. If I could help them I truly would but even if I had my power I wouldn’t be able to help them much, being the concept of oblivion and all.”
Starry night, after redirecting a comet from impacting earth, heads to the night club. Its cloak is reminiscent of the Van Gogh painting for which it is named, while its skin resembles a more accurate version of the night sky. It sits down and orders a star cradle as an appetizer, with some Spiked Plasma in a crystal glass.
Oblivion is sitting at his usual seat, sipping his antimatter and reading the cosmic newspaper when they walk in. He looks up and waves at Starry Night "Good to see you once more Starry." He lacks a mouth yet speaks, his voice like an infinite echo in a bottomless void and his body looking like a empty chasm into darkness.
”why hello there, Oblivion. Fine Eon, isn’t it? I had just gotten back from saving a small city on the planet of earth from a rather large meteorite, you know how it is. I had a day off today and I felt I should have some fun. What have you been up to, my friend?” they say, their voice like a chorus of whispers, a choir of souls singing together, the stars harmonizing in the empty void of this reality.
"Wonderful Eon.Of course, that is always happening. The void remains the same, although the mortals are getting more interest with every passing day. They might eventually even find out about our existence." He looks back on at the newspaper and sips his antimatter "Some new beings have arrived, and a pizza delivery boy."
”how interesting! I’ve been staying in this reality quite a lot lately, since it’s so close to the one I live in. The waking world is quite fascinating. Say, what mortal are you spying on today?” They take a sip of their spiked plasma. Spiked with Aged gravity, of course.
"There is an artist on the planet Earth who seeks to change the world, it is unlikely they will but they are very determined. I haven't had much work lately so the mortal worlds have become much more interesting."
“I see… an artist you say? As you know, I am quite the artist myself… with how I arranged the stars in many galaxies and the equivalents in other realities.”
"Artists make the most interesting mortals. Ambition and foolishness make such entertaining things. Although your art is beautiful Starry."
“They seek to accomplish so much when their lives are but an ember in the universe… they are all stardust, held together for an instant by love. I occasionally find mortal art pieces for inspiration, or I give them it with some message in the stars… I did that with Van Gogh, just a few comets in the sky and he got to work.”
*Cant make the special text on mobile, so just pretend it’s there.* “The stars are the greatest of all artworks, the concept of something so much greater and yet hand made for the worlds they live on. Such cute thought and dreams, just for them to be ashes in the wind of eternity. They fight so hard to make a difference, and some truly do.”
“I almost pity them, don’t you think? They reach for the stars yet they are always so, so, so far away. It almost makes me want to help them somehow. Of course, our powers are much more limited in the waking world, so that makes things much harder. But still.”
“You know, they recently reached their own moon on Earth, only about a century ago. If I could help them I truly would but even if I had my power I wouldn’t be able to help them much, being the concept of oblivion and all.”
“Yes… that would make it quite hard. All I can do for the most part in the waking world is send them messages in the stars. I helped them navigate with one of my most brightly shining, Polaris.”
“I DONT CARE ABOUT YOU PATHETIC MORTALS CONCEPT OF MONEY AND WORK!”
"I'm not a mortal"
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
Starry night, after redirecting a comet from impacting earth, heads to the night club. Its cloak is reminiscent of the Van Gogh painting for which it is named, while its skin resembles a more accurate version of the night sky. It sits down and orders a star cradle as an appetizer, with some Spiked Plasma in a crystal glass.
Oblivion is sitting at his usual seat, sipping his antimatter and reading the cosmic newspaper when they walk in. He looks up and waves at Starry Night "Good to see you once more Starry." He lacks a mouth yet speaks, his voice like an infinite echo in a bottomless void and his body looking like a empty chasm into darkness.
”why hello there, Oblivion. Fine Eon, isn’t it? I had just gotten back from saving a small city on the planet of earth from a rather large meteorite, you know how it is. I had a day off today and I felt I should have some fun. What have you been up to, my friend?” they say, their voice like a chorus of whispers, a choir of souls singing together, the stars harmonizing in the empty void of this reality.
"Wonderful Eon.Of course, that is always happening. The void remains the same, although the mortals are getting more interest with every passing day. They might eventually even find out about our existence." He looks back on at the newspaper and sips his antimatter "Some new beings have arrived, and a pizza delivery boy."
”how interesting! I’ve been staying in this reality quite a lot lately, since it’s so close to the one I live in. The waking world is quite fascinating. Say, what mortal are you spying on today?” They take a sip of their spiked plasma. Spiked with Aged gravity, of course.
"There is an artist on the planet Earth who seeks to change the world, it is unlikely they will but they are very determined. I haven't had much work lately so the mortal worlds have become much more interesting."
“I see… an artist you say? As you know, I am quite the artist myself… with how I arranged the stars in many galaxies and the equivalents in other realities.”
"Artists make the most interesting mortals. Ambition and foolishness make such entertaining things. Although your art is beautiful Starry."
“They seek to accomplish so much when their lives are but an ember in the universe… they are all stardust, held together for an instant by love. I occasionally find mortal art pieces for inspiration, or I give them it with some message in the stars… I did that with Van Gogh, just a few comets in the sky and he got to work.”
*Cant make the special text on mobile, so just pretend it’s there.* “The stars are the greatest of all artworks, the concept of something so much greater and yet hand made for the worlds they live on. Such cute thought and dreams, just for them to be ashes in the wind of eternity. They fight so hard to make a difference, and some truly do.”
“I almost pity them, don’t you think? They reach for the stars yet they are always so, so, so far away. It almost makes me want to help them somehow. Of course, our powers are much more limited in the waking world, so that makes things much harder. But still.”
“You know, they recently reached their own moon on Earth, only about a century ago. If I could help them I truly would but even if I had my power I wouldn’t be able to help them much, being the concept of oblivion and all.”
“Yes… that would make it quite hard. All I can do for the most part in the waking world is send them messages in the stars. I helped them navigate with one of my most brightly shining, Polaris.”
“Well I simply can soothe those that have passed, and hand them over to my daughter, you know Death. I should call her and see how she’s doing.”
The side hatch of the damselfly opens, the velvety inside of the ship exposed for a moment. A figure in elaborate golden plate armor with seemingly no openings for vision clambers out of the vehicle. Their helmet, modeled in an almost insectoid shape, has large antler-like protrusions on either side and from the back. The cuirass has flowy designs emblazoned on it with hints of violet and grey. And their clawed gauntlets hold a spyglass in one hand and a golden hoop like a bracelet in the other. They look around, giving off an unimpressed air.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Starry night, after redirecting a comet from impacting earth, heads to the night club. Its cloak is reminiscent of the Van Gogh painting for which it is named, while its skin resembles a more accurate version of the night sky. It sits down and orders a star cradle as an appetizer, with some Spiked Plasma in a crystal glass.
Oblivion is sitting at his usual seat, sipping his antimatter and reading the cosmic newspaper when they walk in. He looks up and waves at Starry Night "Good to see you once more Starry." He lacks a mouth yet speaks, his voice like an infinite echo in a bottomless void and his body looking like a empty chasm into darkness.
”why hello there, Oblivion. Fine Eon, isn’t it? I had just gotten back from saving a small city on the planet of earth from a rather large meteorite, you know how it is. I had a day off today and I felt I should have some fun. What have you been up to, my friend?” they say, their voice like a chorus of whispers, a choir of souls singing together, the stars harmonizing in the empty void of this reality.
"Wonderful Eon.Of course, that is always happening. The void remains the same, although the mortals are getting more interest with every passing day. They might eventually even find out about our existence." He looks back on at the newspaper and sips his antimatter "Some new beings have arrived, and a pizza delivery boy."
”how interesting! I’ve been staying in this reality quite a lot lately, since it’s so close to the one I live in. The waking world is quite fascinating. Say, what mortal are you spying on today?” They take a sip of their spiked plasma. Spiked with Aged gravity, of course.
"There is an artist on the planet Earth who seeks to change the world, it is unlikely they will but they are very determined. I haven't had much work lately so the mortal worlds have become much more interesting."
“I see… an artist you say? As you know, I am quite the artist myself… with how I arranged the stars in many galaxies and the equivalents in other realities.”
"Artists make the most interesting mortals. Ambition and foolishness make such entertaining things. Although your art is beautiful Starry."
“They seek to accomplish so much when their lives are but an ember in the universe… they are all stardust, held together for an instant by love. I occasionally find mortal art pieces for inspiration, or I give them it with some message in the stars… I did that with Van Gogh, just a few comets in the sky and he got to work.”
*Cant make the special text on mobile, so just pretend it’s there.* “The stars are the greatest of all artworks, the concept of something so much greater and yet hand made for the worlds they live on. Such cute thought and dreams, just for them to be ashes in the wind of eternity. They fight so hard to make a difference, and some truly do.”
“I almost pity them, don’t you think? They reach for the stars yet they are always so, so, so far away. It almost makes me want to help them somehow. Of course, our powers are much more limited in the waking world, so that makes things much harder. But still.”
“You know, they recently reached their own moon on Earth, only about a century ago. If I could help them I truly would but even if I had my power I wouldn’t be able to help them much, being the concept of oblivion and all.”
“Yes… that would make it quite hard. All I can do for the most part in the waking world is send them messages in the stars. I helped them navigate with one of my most brightly shining, Polaris.”
“Well I simply can soothe those that have passed, and hand them over to my daughter, you know Death. I should call her and see how she’s doing.”
“Oh yes, well at least you can do something. Have you tried this place’s new desert? It’s their new Entropy pastries. Baked in the core of the local sun, uses some of the entropy this universe creates naturally as the main ingredient. Quite Delicous,”
*Cut for Arch.* ”You know I’m not one for anything other than Antimatter and moons but I’ll try it. Maybe it will be good, maybe even my new favorite snack. Did you hear they are doing poetry nights here now?”
*Cut for Arch.* ”You know I’m not one for anything other than Antimatter and moons but I’ll try it. Maybe it will be good, maybe even my new favorite snack. Did you hear they are doing poetry nights here now?”
“They are? Maybe I should take a crack at it, as the humans say. Will you be coming?”
*Cut for Arch.* ”You know I’m not one for anything other than Antimatter and moons but I’ll try it. Maybe it will be good, maybe even my new favorite snack. Did you hear they are doing poetry nights here now?”
“They are? Maybe I should take a crack at it, as the humans say. Will you be coming?”
“I might, although I am not exactly poet type, but like the humans say you never know until you try.”
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”how interesting! I’ve been staying in this reality quite a lot lately, since it’s so close to the one I live in. The waking world is quite fascinating. Say, what mortal are you spying on today?” They take a sip of their spiked plasma. Spiked with Aged gravity, of course.
"There is an artist on the planet Earth who seeks to change the world, it is unlikely they will but they are very determined. I haven't had much work lately so the mortal worlds have become much more interesting."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“I see… an artist you say? As you know, I am quite the artist myself… with how I arranged the stars in many galaxies and the equivalents in other realities.”
"Artists make the most interesting mortals. Ambition and foolishness make such entertaining things. Although your art is beautiful Starry."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Portal*
A damselfly spelljamming ship made of solid gold with a contrail-like aura surrounding it lands by the establishment.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“They seek to accomplish so much when their lives are but an ember in the universe… they are all stardust, held together for an instant by love. I occasionally find mortal art pieces for inspiration, or I give them it with some message in the stars… I did that with Van Gogh, just a few comets in the sky and he got to work.”
*Cant make the special text on mobile, so just pretend it’s there.* “The stars are the greatest of all artworks, the concept of something so much greater and yet hand made for the worlds they live on. Such cute thought and dreams, just for them to be ashes in the wind of eternity. They fight so hard to make a difference, and some truly do.”
*stealing from dragon prince i see*
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!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
*very much yes, this character was inspired by some mix of the archivists and the startouch elves. I just love that line*
“I almost pity them, don’t you think? They reach for the stars yet they are always so, so, so far away. It almost makes me want to help them somehow. Of course, our powers are much more limited in the waking world, so that makes things much harder. But still.”
“You know, they recently reached their own moon on Earth, only about a century ago. If I could help them I truly would but even if I had my power I wouldn’t be able to help them much, being the concept of oblivion and all.”
“Yes… that would make it quite hard. All I can do for the most part in the waking world is send them messages in the stars. I helped them navigate with one of my most brightly shining, Polaris.”
"I'm not a mortal"
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
”There dreams are quite exquisite as well….”
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
“Well I simply can soothe those that have passed, and hand them over to my daughter, you know Death. I should call her and see how she’s doing.”
The side hatch of the damselfly opens, the velvety inside of the ship exposed for a moment. A figure in elaborate golden plate armor with seemingly no openings for vision clambers out of the vehicle. Their helmet, modeled in an almost insectoid shape, has large antler-like protrusions on either side and from the back. The cuirass has flowy designs emblazoned on it with hints of violet and grey. And their clawed gauntlets hold a spyglass in one hand and a golden hoop like a bracelet in the other. They look around, giving off an unimpressed air.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh yes, well at least you can do something. Have you tried this place’s new desert? It’s their new Entropy pastries. Baked in the core of the local sun, uses some of the entropy this universe creates naturally as the main ingredient. Quite Delicous,”
*Cut for Arch.*
”You know I’m not one for anything other than Antimatter and moons but I’ll try it. Maybe it will be good, maybe even my new favorite snack. Did you hear they are doing poetry nights here now?”
“They are? Maybe I should take a crack at it, as the humans say. Will you be coming?”
“I might, although I am not exactly poet type, but like the humans say you never know until you try.”