*Cut for theren* "Are you a ghost or a corporeal?"
“Whichever can interact with real world objects. That’s the one I am.”
"So a corporeal! Lucky." The grim seems finished digging the grave. It's not too deep, maybe two and a half feet
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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) 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
He takes a step or two back, gripping his talismans tightly
It does not pursue him, but it does lower its hands. "Be not afraid... I mean you no harm." There is a flicker in reality as it disappears. Not invisible, just gone.
"But I cannot allow you to lay a hand on me or my ward." It suddenly reappears right in front of him, gripping his wrists. The barrier strains against its strength. Somehow, despite the barrier being intact and still providing protection, he can feel its touch against his arms. Its false face is inches from him. "I will let go when you do. Until then, we will stay like this."
His hazel eyes flash white. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with…”
"It does not matter. I would stand against the gates of Hell if I had to. This is not an idle whim of mine, or a desire for destruction. It is my purpose to protect, and you appear to be in the middle of drawing some sort of weapon."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes a step or two back, gripping his talismans tightly
It does not pursue him, but it does lower its hands. "Be not afraid... I mean you no harm." There is a flicker in reality as it disappears. Not invisible, just gone.
"But I cannot allow you to lay a hand on me or my ward." It suddenly reappears right in front of him, gripping his wrists. The barrier strains against its strength. Somehow, despite the barrier being intact and still providing protection, he can feel its touch against his arms. Its false face is inches from him. "I will let go when you do. Until then, we will stay like this."
His hazel eyes flash white. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with…”
"It does not matter. I would stand against the gates of Hell if I had to. This is not an idle whim of mine, or a desire for destruction. It is my purpose to protect, and you appear to be in the middle of drawing some sort of weapon."
“I’m a hunter…I’ve killed more powerful beings than you…”
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cut for theren* "Are you a ghost or a corporeal?"
“Whichever can interact with real world objects. That’s the one I am.”
"So a corporeal! Lucky." The grim seems finished digging the grave. It's not too deep, maybe two and a half feet
“Why’s he digging a grave?”
"It's yours. You don't have to be buried, you can just sleep in it. That's what the other newbie seems to like"
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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) 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
He takes a step or two back, gripping his talismans tightly
It does not pursue him, but it does lower its hands. "Be not afraid... I mean you no harm." There is a flicker in reality as it disappears. Not invisible, just gone.
"But I cannot allow you to lay a hand on me or my ward." It suddenly reappears right in front of him, gripping his wrists. The barrier strains against its strength. Somehow, despite the barrier being intact and still providing protection, he can feel its touch against his arms. Its false face is inches from him. "I will let go when you do. Until then, we will stay like this."
His hazel eyes flash white. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with…”
"It does not matter. I would stand against the gates of Hell if I had to. This is not an idle whim of mine, or a desire for destruction. It is my purpose to protect, and you appear to be in the middle of drawing some sort of weapon."
“I’m a hunter…I’ve killed more powerful beings than you…”
"It does not matter. I've died to weaker beings than you."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes a step or two back, gripping his talismans tightly
It does not pursue him, but it does lower its hands. "Be not afraid... I mean you no harm." There is a flicker in reality as it disappears. Not invisible, just gone.
"But I cannot allow you to lay a hand on me or my ward." It suddenly reappears right in front of him, gripping his wrists. The barrier strains against its strength. Somehow, despite the barrier being intact and still providing protection, he can feel its touch against his arms. Its false face is inches from him. "I will let go when you do. Until then, we will stay like this."
His hazel eyes flash white. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with…”
"It does not matter. I would stand against the gates of Hell if I had to. This is not an idle whim of mine, or a desire for destruction. It is my purpose to protect, and you appear to be in the middle of drawing some sort of weapon."
“I’m a hunter…I’ve killed more powerful beings than you…”
"It does not matter. I've died to weaker beings than you."
Fear flickers in his eyes. “p-p-please don’t hurt me…”
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cut for theren* "Are you a ghost or a corporeal?"
“Whichever can interact with real world objects. That’s the one I am.”
"So a corporeal! Lucky." The grim seems finished digging the grave. It's not too deep, maybe two and a half feet
“Why’s he digging a grave?”
"It's yours. You don't have to be buried, you can just sleep in it. That's what the other newbie seems to like"
“Oh….I…I don’t sleep…” he says, fidgeting with a drawstring on his satchel
"It's still yours. Even the dead need rest."
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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) 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
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
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
*I could possibly do a longer drawn out roleplay over the course of the day if anyone is interested.*
The Autumn King sits hunched over under an apple tree. Dead leaves flutter by him and his goose feather cloak is wrapped tightly around his bare shoulders. He holds a crooked stick in his hand and is using it to scratch some sort of symbol in the dirt.
*I could possibly do a longer drawn out roleplay over the course of the day if anyone is interested.*
The Autumn King sits hunched over under an apple tree. Dead leaves flutter by him and his goose feather cloak is wrapped tightly around his bare shoulders. He holds a crooked stick in his hand and is using it to scratch some sort of symbol in the dirt.
*id love to rp in a bit dark. Btw I sent you a pm with a question*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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"So a corporeal! Lucky."
The grim seems finished digging the grave. It's not too deep, maybe two and a half feet
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
"It does not matter. I would stand against the gates of Hell if I had to. This is not an idle whim of mine, or a desire for destruction. It is my purpose to protect, and you appear to be in the middle of drawing some sort of weapon."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Why’s he digging a grave?”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I’m a hunter…I’ve killed more powerful beings than you…”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It's yours. You don't have to be buried, you can just sleep in it. That's what the other newbie seems to like"
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
“Oh….I…I don’t sleep…” he says, fidgeting with a drawstring on his satchel
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It does not matter. I've died to weaker beings than you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Fear flickers in his eyes. “p-p-please don’t hurt me…”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It's still yours. Even the dead need rest."
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
"I won't. Just relax your grip, and I will let go."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I don’t rest…I’m a hunter.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He slowly relaxes his grip.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The entity does so as well. "That's very good. If you sow peace in me, you will reap peace from me tenfold."
*By the way, how was the angel's line intimidating? I thought it would be the opposite, actually.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*because it seemed to not be afraid to die*
His breathing is shaky as he stumbles backwards, fidgeting with his talismans
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That's Fine."
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
*Makes sense. Really, it was just being honest.*
"Steel yourself, Son of Adam. You are a hunter, are you not?" Its voice gains a faint sternness to it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
gtg
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
*Bye, frybo!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I could possibly do a longer drawn out roleplay over the course of the day if anyone is interested.*
The Autumn King sits hunched over under an apple tree. Dead leaves flutter by him and his goose feather cloak is wrapped tightly around his bare shoulders. He holds a crooked stick in his hand and is using it to scratch some sort of symbol in the dirt.
*id love to rp in a bit dark. Btw I sent you a pm with a question*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.