Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish) In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you. They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different? NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
*there aren't many people here anymore, just cap, diano, gato, and me (sorta)* The new guy is setting up his box in the strawberry field
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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
*there aren't many people here anymore, just cap, diano, gato, and me (sorta)* The new guy is setting up his box in the strawberry field
*I'm kinda here as well!*
Joey walks over, curious.
*Me three*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*If I were to bring Duan here, who would his godly parent be? The obvious choice would be Apollo, but that feels very generic and gives off yellow vibes while Duan gives off green vibes. Second would be Pan except Pan is dead and I don't want Duan to be a satyr. Maybe one of the muses?*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*If I were to bring Duan here, who would his godly parent be? The obvious choice would be Apollo, but that feels very generic and gives off yellow vibes while Duan gives off green vibes. Second would be Pan except Pan is dead and I don't want Duan to be a satyr. Maybe one of the muses?*
*Aha*
*The choice is obvious*
*Dionysus*
*PErformance, singing, acting, storytelling all fall under Dio's sphere*
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
*If I were to bring Duan here, who would his godly parent be? The obvious choice would be Apollo, but that feels very generic and gives off yellow vibes while Duan gives off green vibes. Second would be Pan except Pan is dead and I don't want Duan to be a satyr. Maybe one of the muses?*
*Aha*
*The choice is obvious*
*Dionysus*
*PErformance, singing, acting, storytelling all fall under Dio's sphere*
*Dionysus is purple and red. Duan is green. Probably makes no sense, but colors are important.*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*If I were to bring Duan here, who would his godly parent be? The obvious choice would be Apollo, but that feels very generic and gives off yellow vibes while Duan gives off green vibes. Second would be Pan except Pan is dead and I don't want Duan to be a satyr. Maybe one of the muses?*
*Aha*
*The choice is obvious*
*Dionysus*
*PErformance, singing, acting, storytelling all fall under Dio's sphere*
*Dionysus is purple and red. Duan is green. Probably makes no sense, but colors are important.*
*Really...? Dio seems more purple and green to me. He's also like... God of vining plants*
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
JAcob ignores him, jogging down the hill to look at the lute.
"Ah... Well, it's not damaged too badly... If I had the experience, I would fix it out here, but sadly I'm just a people doctor, not an instrument doctor..."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
JAcob ignores him, jogging down the hill to look at the lute.
"Ah... Well, it's not damaged too badly... If I had the experience, I would fix it out here, but sadly I'm just a people doctor, not an instrument doctor..."
"I would never break my lute!" He says, aghast. "I'm a gentleman!"
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
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"No."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
"Okay then"
Hello! Call me Gato (Cat in Spanish)
In this place where you're not here, in this place where I was with you
Your eyes are too kind, and I'm covered in wounds. Don't let me love you.
They say people are born different. We brainwashed in the same system. They expect perfection. So how can we be different?
NOW, ALL HAIL MERLIN, AND THE GREAT MERLIN ARMY. GIVE ME A 4D8 ATTEMPT: [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
"Yea."
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
*thinking, thinking, thinking, thinking*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
*there aren't many people here anymore, just cap, diano, gato, and me (sorta)*
The new guy is setting up his box in the strawberry field
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 kinda here as well!*
Joey walks over, curious.
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*Me three*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*If I were to bring Duan here, who would his godly parent be? The obvious choice would be Apollo, but that feels very generic and gives off yellow vibes while Duan gives off green vibes. Second would be Pan except Pan is dead and I don't want Duan to be a satyr. Maybe one of the muses?*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*Aha*
*The choice is obvious*
*Dionysus*
*PErformance, singing, acting, storytelling all fall under Dio's sphere*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*Dionysus is purple and red. Duan is green. Probably makes no sense, but colors are important.*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*[waves frantically] ME TOO! MEEE TOOO!*
Praise Jeff!!!!!
Ni!
Creator of the Realm of Dragons Tavern
My Extended Sig
*Really...? Dio seems more purple and green to me. He's also like... God of vining plants*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*Aha! Euterpe!*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
*True! Muses are always a good one, but I dunno if she's green... Although, I'm pretty sure Euterpe is also a genius of palm trees...*
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
*Eh, muses feel gray to me sorta.*
A song comes from over Half-Blood Hill as a young boy walks up the hill, lute in hand. He has his sleek black hair tied in a long braid, bright green eyes, and wears a green shirt with a pair of faded jeans. A birdlike monster flies out of a tree straight towards him, and he whacks it with his lute.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
Jacob Hart is sitting on the crest of the hill, and calls down to the kid.
"OY! Don't treat your instrument like that! My siblings'll kill ya!"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
He sighs, looking down at his lute. "My bad. Self defense?"
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
JAcob ignores him, jogging down the hill to look at the lute.
"Ah... Well, it's not damaged too badly... If I had the experience, I would fix it out here, but sadly I'm just a people doctor, not an instrument doctor..."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"I would never break my lute!" He says, aghast. "I'm a gentleman!"
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer. Ask me about my writing!
Extended Signature!
(hello everyone :D)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real