Before the sound, everyone feels a presence in their mind. A piercing presence that captures and interrupts all thoughts. Then the rush of wind follows as a shadow travels across the land. Up in the sky, a purple dragon flies, their skin clear as glass, showing the organs and bones. Two smaller wings on the exaggerated long tail keep it aloft with the rest of the body. The beak snout snaps as it makes its way to the castle, the sound echoing through the skies.
The girl pretends to be truly dead, laying still in her grave
The dragon lands nearby, a loud thud that frightens a few nearby small creatures, but they calm down rather quickly. The dragon picks fruits from a bush. “You are not truly dead. I can sense your brain. Stop the act.”
She slowly sits up, looking at him blankly.
“What do you hide from me? Is it because I’m a dragon, or another?”
"I'm not sure." she seems to be confused and spacey
“I am heading to a nearby castle. Care to join me, child?”
"okay." she stands up out of her grave, going willingly and mindlessly
The dragons extremely long tail, which she now sees diverges into 3 at the end but they were wrapped together earlier, whips around, grabbing the child and lifting them to its back. “Hold on tight.” They stretch their wings and with tremendous force that shakes the surrounding trees, they lift off, soaring just under the clouds.
she holds on tight, still blank faced
“What are your thoughts, child? On soaring higher then the land lets you? On the knowledge that everything is small when in the big picture? On me?”
A young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
Before the sound, everyone feels a presence in their mind. A piercing presence that captures and interrupts all thoughts. Then the rush of wind follows as a shadow travels across the land. Up in the sky, a purple dragon flies, their skin clear as glass, showing the organs and bones. Two smaller wings on the exaggerated long tail keep it aloft with the rest of the body. The beak snout snaps as it makes its way to the castle, the sound echoing through the skies.
The girl pretends to be truly dead, laying still in her grave
The dragon lands nearby, a loud thud that frightens a few nearby small creatures, but they calm down rather quickly. The dragon picks fruits from a bush. “You are not truly dead. I can sense your brain. Stop the act.”
She slowly sits up, looking at him blankly.
“What do you hide from me? Is it because I’m a dragon, or another?”
"I'm not sure." she seems to be confused and spacey
“I am heading to a nearby castle. Care to join me, child?”
"okay." she stands up out of her grave, going willingly and mindlessly
The dragons extremely long tail, which she now sees diverges into 3 at the end but they were wrapped together earlier, whips around, grabbing the child and lifting them to its back. “Hold on tight.” They stretch their wings and with tremendous force that shakes the surrounding trees, they lift off, soaring just under the clouds.
she holds on tight, still blank faced
“What are your thoughts, child? On soaring higher then the land lets you? On the knowledge that everything is small when in the big picture? On me?”
"It's exciting, all of it."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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 young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
*this is sick, but can't start another rp today*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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 young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
*this is sick, but can't start another rp today*
*Not a problem.*
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
Before the sound, everyone feels a presence in their mind. A piercing presence that captures and interrupts all thoughts. Then the rush of wind follows as a shadow travels across the land. Up in the sky, a purple dragon flies, their skin clear as glass, showing the organs and bones. Two smaller wings on the exaggerated long tail keep it aloft with the rest of the body. The beak snout snaps as it makes its way to the castle, the sound echoing through the skies.
The girl pretends to be truly dead, laying still in her grave
The dragon lands nearby, a loud thud that frightens a few nearby small creatures, but they calm down rather quickly. The dragon picks fruits from a bush. “You are not truly dead. I can sense your brain. Stop the act.”
She slowly sits up, looking at him blankly.
“What do you hide from me? Is it because I’m a dragon, or another?”
"I'm not sure." she seems to be confused and spacey
“I am heading to a nearby castle. Care to join me, child?”
"okay." she stands up out of her grave, going willingly and mindlessly
The dragons extremely long tail, which she now sees diverges into 3 at the end but they were wrapped together earlier, whips around, grabbing the child and lifting them to its back. “Hold on tight.” They stretch their wings and with tremendous force that shakes the surrounding trees, they lift off, soaring just under the clouds.
she holds on tight, still blank faced
“What are your thoughts, child? On soaring higher then the land lets you? On the knowledge that everything is small when in the big picture? On me?”
"It's exciting, all of it."
“Then show it. A blank face can only get you so far.”
A young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
The undead girl sits in a grave in his way.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
Before the sound, everyone feels a presence in their mind. A piercing presence that captures and interrupts all thoughts. Then the rush of wind follows as a shadow travels across the land. Up in the sky, a purple dragon flies, their skin clear as glass, showing the organs and bones. Two smaller wings on the exaggerated long tail keep it aloft with the rest of the body. The beak snout snaps as it makes its way to the castle, the sound echoing through the skies.
The girl pretends to be truly dead, laying still in her grave
The dragon lands nearby, a loud thud that frightens a few nearby small creatures, but they calm down rather quickly. The dragon picks fruits from a bush. “You are not truly dead. I can sense your brain. Stop the act.”
She slowly sits up, looking at him blankly.
“What do you hide from me? Is it because I’m a dragon, or another?”
"I'm not sure." she seems to be confused and spacey
“I am heading to a nearby castle. Care to join me, child?”
"okay." she stands up out of her grave, going willingly and mindlessly
The dragons extremely long tail, which she now sees diverges into 3 at the end but they were wrapped together earlier, whips around, grabbing the child and lifting them to its back. “Hold on tight.” They stretch their wings and with tremendous force that shakes the surrounding trees, they lift off, soaring just under the clouds.
she holds on tight, still blank faced
“What are your thoughts, child? On soaring higher then the land lets you? On the knowledge that everything is small when in the big picture? On me?”
"It's exciting, all of it."
“Then show it. A blank face can only get you so far.”
"I'm not sure if I can"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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 young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
The undead girl sits in a grave in his way.
He sniffs the air “You’re dead. You should come with me.”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
A young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
The undead girl sits in a grave in his way.
He sniffs the air “You’re dead. You should come with me.”
"Alright"
*gtg also found parent death god+ zombie chind?*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
Before the sound, everyone feels a presence in their mind. A piercing presence that captures and interrupts all thoughts. Then the rush of wind follows as a shadow travels across the land. Up in the sky, a purple dragon flies, their skin clear as glass, showing the organs and bones. Two smaller wings on the exaggerated long tail keep it aloft with the rest of the body. The beak snout snaps as it makes its way to the castle, the sound echoing through the skies.
The girl pretends to be truly dead, laying still in her grave
The dragon lands nearby, a loud thud that frightens a few nearby small creatures, but they calm down rather quickly. The dragon picks fruits from a bush. “You are not truly dead. I can sense your brain. Stop the act.”
She slowly sits up, looking at him blankly.
“What do you hide from me? Is it because I’m a dragon, or another?”
"I'm not sure." she seems to be confused and spacey
“I am heading to a nearby castle. Care to join me, child?”
"okay." she stands up out of her grave, going willingly and mindlessly
The dragons extremely long tail, which she now sees diverges into 3 at the end but they were wrapped together earlier, whips around, grabbing the child and lifting them to its back. “Hold on tight.” They stretch their wings and with tremendous force that shakes the surrounding trees, they lift off, soaring just under the clouds.
she holds on tight, still blank faced
“What are your thoughts, child? On soaring higher then the land lets you? On the knowledge that everything is small when in the big picture? On me?”
"It's exciting, all of it."
“Then show it. A blank face can only get you so far.”
"I'm not sure if I can"
“Try. It took me a while to show emotion on my face too.”
A young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
The undead girl sits in a grave in his way.
He sniffs the air “You’re dead. You should come with me.”
"Alright"
*gtg also found parent death god+ zombie chind?*
“Huh. Normally the resist and I have to bash their head in. Surprising that you just agreed.”
*Thats fine. We can continue tomorrow after I’m done with school if you want. Also yes, found parent death god + zombie child.*
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
On the side of the Keep stands a single wooden barrel, slightly at an angle because of the hill the Keep sits on.
The beating of the dragons wings as it approaches send small debris flying. Including, potentially the barrel.
The barrel, a good size, easily able to hold a grown human, doesn't budge. The thick lid on top sits slightly ajar though, and the dragon-made wind slides it further open, revealing a dark, unidentifiable liquid. That might be why it didn't move.
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⌜╔═════════════The Board══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
On the side of the Keep stands a single wooden barrel, slightly at an angle because of the hill the Keep sits on.
The beating of the dragons wings as it approaches send small debris flying. Including, potentially the barrel.
The barrel, a good size, easily able to hold a grown human, doesn't budge. The thick lid on top sits slightly ajar though, and the dragon-made wind slides it further open, revealing a dark, unidentifiable liquid. That might be why it didn't move.
The dragon lands, the sound of stone and wood slightly cracking from the weight but not fully failing. It smells the liquid and puts the cover back, before grabbing the barrel and bringing it to a lower level.
*Ooooh. I have da inspiration*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
“What are your thoughts, child? On soaring higher then the land lets you? On the knowledge that everything is small when in the big picture? On me?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
A young man trudges through the forest. His face covered by a laughing skull mask and the rest of his body by a long and worn cloak. For some reason, a rusty chain hangs from his neck, dragging across the ground. But that’s far from the most bizarre thing about him. That goes to the massive…thing slung across his back. Larger than him and incredibly heavy, he seems to be struggling slightly to move it, having to be partially turned around to drag it. He’s surrounded by a mist and aura of death, as spectral hands reach from the ground to claw at his feet and legs, slowing him down further. His legs are covered in old and dirty bandages, likely hiding wounds from the arms. Grumbling about: “Stupid deals. Stupid dead. Stupid death. Why me? Why did this have to be my responsibility?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
"It's exciting, all of it."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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
*this is sick, but can't start another rp today*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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
*Not a problem.*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
*well maybe for 10 mins*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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
“Then show it. A blank face can only get you so far.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The undead girl sits in a grave in his way.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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 not sure if I can"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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 sniffs the air “You’re dead. You should come with me.”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
"Alright"
*gtg also found parent death god+ zombie chind?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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
“Try. It took me a while to show emotion on my face too.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Huh. Normally the resist and I have to bash their head in. Surprising that you just agreed.”
*Thats fine. We can continue tomorrow after I’m done with school if you want. Also yes, found parent death god + zombie child.*
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Empathy is hard
Be the change you want to see in the world. Or don't. That works too.
"Wifi is okay if you're close to the router."
*MY COMPUTER WORKS AGAIN*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
The barrel, a good size, easily able to hold a grown human, doesn't budge. The thick lid on top sits slightly ajar though, and the dragon-made wind slides it further open, revealing a dark, unidentifiable liquid. That might be why it didn't move.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
Another dark wooden barrel sits somewhere in the woods, definitely out of place.
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
*bedtime for mee*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
The dragon lands, the sound of stone and wood slightly cracking from the weight but not fully failing. It smells the liquid and puts the cover back, before grabbing the barrel and bringing it to a lower level.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Fahkar is busy searching for evil dudes.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My other account is EJODM29715.