'Yeah, it is a lot. I know some safe places where the paranormalists won't find you'
"Fine! Fine! Let us go there!"
The Slink leads them to a tunnel under the Red Wednesday bridge. 'This is my den. Even Cato hasn't found it yet, so you should be fine. Just don't eat all my chips'
"I don't eat." They said, tilting their head, plopping down on the ground and opening a book they pulled from their pack.
'Fair. What's that you got?'
"A grimore," they said "Allows me to use fonts of emotion to thread together into magical energy."
'Sounds powerful. Could keep you safe from Nightmares'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Yeah, it is a lot. I know some safe places where the paranormalists won't find you'
"Fine! Fine! Let us go there!"
The Slink leads them to a tunnel under the Red Wednesday bridge. 'This is my den. Even Cato hasn't found it yet, so you should be fine. Just don't eat all my chips'
"I don't eat." They said, tilting their head, plopping down on the ground and opening a book they pulled from their pack.
'Fair. What's that you got?'
"A grimore," they said "Allows me to use fonts of emotion to thread together into magical energy."
'Sounds powerful. Could keep you safe from Nightmares'
"I once was something truly terrible. Pure creativity made real.. but I was weak.. I still am weak."
'Yeah, it is a lot. I know some safe places where the paranormalists won't find you'
"Fine! Fine! Let us go there!"
The Slink leads them to a tunnel under the Red Wednesday bridge. 'This is my den. Even Cato hasn't found it yet, so you should be fine. Just don't eat all my chips'
"I don't eat." They said, tilting their head, plopping down on the ground and opening a book they pulled from their pack.
'Fair. What's that you got?'
"A grimore," they said "Allows me to use fonts of emotion to thread together into magical energy."
'Sounds powerful. Could keep you safe from Nightmares'
"I once was something truly terrible. Pure creativity made real.. but I was weak.. I still am weak."
'Maybe you'll get strong again, recover here"
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Yeah, it is a lot. I know some safe places where the paranormalists won't find you'
"Fine! Fine! Let us go there!"
The Slink leads them to a tunnel under the Red Wednesday bridge. 'This is my den. Even Cato hasn't found it yet, so you should be fine. Just don't eat all my chips'
"I don't eat." They said, tilting their head, plopping down on the ground and opening a book they pulled from their pack.
'Fair. What's that you got?'
"A grimore," they said "Allows me to use fonts of emotion to thread together into magical energy."
'Sounds powerful. Could keep you safe from Nightmares'
"I once was something truly terrible. Pure creativity made real.. but I was weak.. I still am weak."
'Maybe you'll get strong again, recover here"
"If I was.. i fear no one would survive. You see, I turned myself weak so no one would be harmed."
An old TV flickers to life. A man, dressed in a beautiful black suit, is sitting on a bed in some sort of room. His eyes flicker towards the tv suddenly, smiling as he walks over, leaning into whatever relays his image.
He seems to reach his hand out, placing his palm agaisnt the screen before his hand somehow breaks through the screen. His hand is staticky, blended with human flesh like some sort of horrible vision brought to life from TV. He climbs out through the TV, fixing his suit before grinning widely. His teeth are too neat, his smile too big, his.. everything.. too perfect.
He finds himself in a fancy bedroom. On the bed is a young man in his tewnties, dressed in a white suit and holding an expensive-looking stuffed animal. It's some unidentifiable 'creature' made from all sorts of creature aspects. The most sought-after toy of the mid-eighties.
The young man doesn't look up at the Watcher, just staring down at the plush whatever. There are occult symbols all over the floor around the TV, drawn on sheets of printer paper.
'Yeah, it is a lot. I know some safe places where the paranormalists won't find you'
"Fine! Fine! Let us go there!"
The Slink leads them to a tunnel under the Red Wednesday bridge. 'This is my den. Even Cato hasn't found it yet, so you should be fine. Just don't eat all my chips'
"I don't eat." They said, tilting their head, plopping down on the ground and opening a book they pulled from their pack.
'Fair. What's that you got?'
"A grimore," they said "Allows me to use fonts of emotion to thread together into magical energy."
'Sounds powerful. Could keep you safe from Nightmares'
"I once was something truly terrible. Pure creativity made real.. but I was weak.. I still am weak."
'Maybe you'll get strong again, recover here"
"If I was.. i fear no one would survive. You see, I turned myself weak so no one would be harmed."
'OK, OK. Well, there's no reason why you'd become dangerous here. Hard enough being a monster here anyway, you won't have the energy to grow in power'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
An old TV flickers to life. A man, dressed in a beautiful black suit, is sitting on a bed in some sort of room. His eyes flicker towards the tv suddenly, smiling as he walks over, leaning into whatever relays his image.
He seems to reach his hand out, placing his palm agaisnt the screen before his hand somehow breaks through the screen. His hand is staticky, blended with human flesh like some sort of horrible vision brought to life from TV. He climbs out through the TV, fixing his suit before grinning widely. His teeth are too neat, his smile too big, his.. everything.. too perfect.
He finds himself in a fancy bedroom. On the bed is a young man in his tewnties, dressed in a white suit and holding an expensive-looking stuffed animal. It's some unidentifiable 'creature' made from all sorts of creature aspects. The most sought-after toy of the mid-eighties.
The young man doesn't look up at the Watcher, just staring down at the plush whatever. There are occult symbols all over the floor around the TV, drawn on sheets of printer paper.
"Hello!" he claps his hands, tilting his head to the side as he observes the other.
He finds himself in a fancy bedroom. On the bed is a young man in his twenties, dressed in a white suit and holding an expensive-looking stuffed animal. It's some unidentifiable 'creature' made from all sorts of creature aspects. The most sought-after toy of the mid-eighties.
The young man doesn't look up at the Watcher, just staring down at the plush whatever. There are occult symbols all over the floor around the TV, drawn on sheets of printer paper.
"Hello!" he claps his hands, tilting his head to the side as he observes the other.
The man looks up, shaking off the ennui. "Hello. Can I ask you for your opinion on something?"
He finds himself in a fancy bedroom. On the bed is a young man in his twenties, dressed in a white suit and holding an expensive-looking stuffed animal. It's some unidentifiable 'creature' made from all sorts of creature aspects. The most sought-after toy of the mid-eighties.
The young man doesn't look up at the Watcher, just staring down at the plush whatever. There are occult symbols all over the floor around the TV, drawn on sheets of printer paper.
"Hello!" he claps his hands, tilting his head to the side as he observes the other.
The man looks up, shaking off the ennui. "Hello. Can I ask you for your opinion on something?"
The man looks up, shaking off the ennui. "Hello. Can I ask you for your opinion on something?"
"But of course." He folds his hands behind him.
"Is it bad to be disappointed in something you didn't deserve in the first place? Not necessarily something you didn't ask for, but something you didn't earn." He looks back to the plushie. "My parents say I'm worrying about nothing."
The man looks up, shaking off the ennui. "Hello. Can I ask you for your opinion on something?"
"But of course." He folds his hands behind him.
"Is it bad to be disappointed in something you didn't deserve in the first place? Not necessarily something you didn't ask for, but something you didn't earn." He looks back to the plushie. "My parents say I'm worrying about nothing."
The Watcher leans back and forth, smiling "I think you should deserve more! Think of it! Power, fame, money, everything you could have an more!" He beams brightly.
"Is it bad to be disappointed in something you didn't deserve in the first place? Not necessarily something you didn't ask for, but something you didn't earn." He looks back to the plushie. "My parents say I'm worrying about nothing."
The Watcher leans back and forth, smiling "I think you should deserve more! Think of it! Power, fame, money, everything you could have an more!" He beams brightly.
"Ah. I already have that stuff." He starts rocking back and forth, then stops himself. "Sorry. I'm not supposed to correct adults."
"Is it bad to be disappointed in something you didn't deserve in the first place? Not necessarily something you didn't ask for, but something you didn't earn." He looks back to the plushie. "My parents say I'm worrying about nothing."
The Watcher leans back and forth, smiling "I think you should deserve more! Think of it! Power, fame, money, everything you could have an more!" He beams brightly.
"Ah. I already have that stuff." He starts rocking back and forth, then stops himself. "Sorry. I'm not supposed to correct adults."
"Adults? Kid, you are older than you should be to be saying that." He smirked "Older enough to go to war but not old enough the snap back. Awful stuff that must do to you."
'Yeah. Back down the drain again for us, Wormy'
'Who's there? Cato, is that you?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Sounds powerful. Could keep you safe from Nightmares'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"I once was something truly terrible. Pure creativity made real.. but I was weak.. I still am weak."
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
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'Maybe you'll get strong again, recover here"
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"If I was.. i fear no one would survive. You see, I turned myself weak so no one would be harmed."
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
He finds himself in a fancy bedroom. On the bed is a young man in his tewnties, dressed in a white suit and holding an expensive-looking stuffed animal. It's some unidentifiable 'creature' made from all sorts of creature aspects. The most sought-after toy of the mid-eighties.
The young man doesn't look up at the Watcher, just staring down at the plush whatever. There are occult symbols all over the floor around the TV, drawn on sheets of printer paper.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'OK, OK. Well, there's no reason why you'd become dangerous here. Hard enough being a monster here anyway, you won't have the energy to grow in power'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Good place to end?*
"Cato? Is that my name?" A moment of static noises. "No. I don't like that name. I want another one."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*gtg*
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*Bye!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hello!" he claps his hands, tilting his head to the side as he observes the other.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
The man looks up, shaking off the ennui. "Hello. Can I ask you for your opinion on something?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"But of course." He folds his hands behind him.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
"Is it bad to be disappointed in something you didn't deserve in the first place? Not necessarily something you didn't ask for, but something you didn't earn." He looks back to the plushie. "My parents say I'm worrying about nothing."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Watcher leans back and forth, smiling "I think you should deserve more! Think of it! Power, fame, money, everything you could have an more!" He beams brightly.
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
The Being is walking around the mall construction site
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
"Ah. I already have that stuff." He starts rocking back and forth, then stops himself. "Sorry. I'm not supposed to correct adults."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Adults? Kid, you are older than you should be to be saying that." He smirked "Older enough to go to war but not old enough the snap back. Awful stuff that must do to you."
πΎππ₯ π₯ππ π₯π π‘ π€ππππ, ππ π¦πππ π£π πππ€, π‘π π¦π£ π₯ππ π€ππ π₯ππ
π'π§π πππ€π€ππ π₯ππ π₯π¦ππ π π π₯π¦πππππ£π€ ππππππππ
π»πππ ππ ππ, ππππ π₯ππ π€ππ π¦π‘ π ππ π₯ππ
π»ππ§πππ ππ π’π¦ππππ€πππ'π€ πππ€π₯ππ£ π₯πππ π€ππππππ
*We still have hope that I will join this threadβ¦*
*Iβm thinking of doing an urban myth type creature like the Chupacabra or the Headless Horseman, would that be okay?*
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*I still want to do Karl, but sadly, that wouldn't work*
Hello! Call me Tana
My pronouns are She/Her
I have Autism. And, you would probably call me Trans Femme, Pansexual pancake, and Ace
I will always support you. To the best of my ability. Because that is my way of showing how much I care
Current Dice Code: [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Current List of Children: Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, Link, and Foalin.