*hmm, the recycled selfishness and greed of dozens of dreamers stitched together in some grim approximation of a doll, gained sentience, anger, and regret? And make it a spider for good measure. A little porcelain spider doll princess that wishes for so much more. It wants to be a Queen.*
*I’m workshopping the idea*
*I just want to say that's amazing
I'm a Furby*
*splendiforous*
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*hmm, the recycled selfishness and greed of dozens of dreamers stitched together in some grim approximation of a doll, gained sentience, anger, and regret? And make it a spider for good measure. A little porcelain spider doll princess that wishes for so much more. It wants to be a Queen.*
*I’m workshopping the idea*
*Beautiful, my beamish boi (I have decided that "boi" is gender neutral, much like "dude." I will not argue about this).*
*Oh, I haven't put this in the main post yet, since it's a recent development, but the only certain way to tell the difference between a monster and a dreamer is the lights in their eyes. They are dull, dim, and flickery in monsters due to the lack of a complete soul core, or possibly a core at all.*
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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.
A child with wings, and a tail approaches. He’s wearing a plain blue hat.
*I'm going to assume I can be any kind of toy. I'll probably have another character.. but...*
A small furry creature with large glassy eyes, a small beak, and ears waddles around in a circle. "Me... Furby! Me... Furby... Me... Furby!" It seems to be chanting. It is clearly very stupid.
“Hello!” He takes his hat off revealing 4 dragonlike horns.
The "Furby" creature stops in its tracks and stares at you.
"Ooooh. Dra-gon. B-oy?"
“More like a dragon using a human form.” His hands start to grow claws.
A child with wings, and a tail approaches. He’s wearing a plain blue hat.
*I'm going to assume I can be any kind of toy. I'll probably have another character.. but...*
A small furry creature with large glassy eyes, a small beak, and ears waddles around in a circle. "Me... Furby! Me... Furby... Me... Furby!" It seems to be chanting. It is clearly very stupid.
“Hello!” He takes his hat off revealing 4 dragonlike horns.
The "Furby" creature stops in its tracks and stares at you.
"Ooooh. Dra-gon. B-oy?"
“More like a dragon using a human form.” His hands start to grow claws.
"Dra-gon fa-ke b-oy!" "Oooooh!"
His form shifts to change into that of a purplish dragon. “Thanks.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*hmm, the recycled selfishness and greed of dozens of dreamers stitched together in some grim approximation of a doll, gained sentience, anger, and regret? And make it a spider for good measure. A little porcelain spider doll princess that wishes for so much more. It wants to be a Queen.*
*I’m workshopping the idea*
*Beautiful, my beamish boi (I have decided that "boi" is gender neutral, much like "dude." I will not argue about this).*
*Oh, I haven't put this in the main post yet, since it's a recent development, but the only certain way to tell the difference between a monster and a dreamer is the lights in their eyes. They are dull, dim, and flickery in monsters due to the lack of a complete soul core, or possibly a core at all.*
*no no you’re correct, and I defy all petty laws of gender so it works anyways.*
*I simply love that!*
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A child with wings, and a tail approaches. He’s wearing a plain blue hat.
*I'm going to assume I can be any kind of toy. I'll probably have another character.. but...*
A small furry creature with large glassy eyes, a small beak, and ears waddles around in a circle. "Me... Furby! Me... Furby... Me... Furby!" It seems to be chanting. It is clearly very stupid.
“Hello!” He takes his hat off revealing 4 dragonlike horns.
The "Furby" creature stops in its tracks and stares at you.
"Ooooh. Dra-gon. B-oy?"
“More like a dragon using a human form.” His hands start to grow claws.
"Dra-gon fa-ke b-oy!" "Oooooh!"
His form shifts to change into that of a purplish dragon. “Thanks.”
The creature is ecstatic with excitement and waddles happily. "Dra-gon! Dra-gon! Ca-n dra-gon fl-y?"
A child with wings, and a tail approaches. He’s wearing a plain blue hat.
*I'm going to assume I can be any kind of toy. I'll probably have another character.. but...*
A small furry creature with large glassy eyes, a small beak, and ears waddles around in a circle. "Me... Furby! Me... Furby... Me... Furby!" It seems to be chanting. It is clearly very stupid.
“Hello!” He takes his hat off revealing 4 dragonlike horns.
The "Furby" creature stops in its tracks and stares at you.
"Ooooh. Dra-gon. B-oy?"
“More like a dragon using a human form.” His hands start to grow claws.
"Dra-gon fa-ke b-oy!" "Oooooh!"
His form shifts to change into that of a purplish dragon. “Thanks.”
The creature is ecstatic with excitement and waddles happily. "Dra-gon! Dra-gon! Ca-n dra-gon fl-y?"
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A child with wings, and a tail approaches. He’s wearing a plain blue hat.
*I'm going to assume I can be any kind of toy. I'll probably have another character.. but...*
A small furry creature with large glassy eyes, a small beak, and ears waddles around in a circle. "Me... Furby! Me... Furby... Me... Furby!" It seems to be chanting. It is clearly very stupid.
“Hello!” He takes his hat off revealing 4 dragonlike horns.
The "Furby" creature stops in its tracks and stares at you.
"Ooooh. Dra-gon. B-oy?"
“More like a dragon using a human form.” His hands start to grow claws.
"Dra-gon fa-ke b-oy!" "Oooooh!"
His form shifts to change into that of a purplish dragon. “Thanks.”
The creature is ecstatic with excitement and waddles happily. "Dra-gon! Dra-gon! Ca-n dra-gon fl-y?"
*Don't worry about maintaining typing quirks. You can just describe how they talk without having to change how you type to reflect it. Random capitalization is something I used to use before I realized how much that sucked to write out.*
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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.
A plump plush frog with a star on his chest, a cowboy hat atop his head, and a sleeveless leather duster on his back, is walking through the twilit streets, his big glowing eyes looking around shakily as a nervous smile stretches between the rosy buttons on his cheeks. He keeps checking a big, cartoonish revolver in his paw, making sure it's loaded.
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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.
*Don't worry about maintaining typing quirks. You can just describe how they talk without having to change how you type to reflect it. Random capitalization is something I used to use before I realized how much that sucked to write out.*
A plump plush frog with a star on his chest, a cowboy hat atop his head, and a sleeveless leather duster on his back, is walking through the twilit streets, his big glowing eyes looking around shakily as a nervous smile stretches between the rosy buttons on his cheeks. He keeps checking a big, cartoonish revolver in his paw, making sure it's loaded.
A small furry creature with a beak big eyes and ears is waddling around in a circle.
"Me... Furby! Me... Furby!" It chants this repeatedly
A child with wings, and a tail approaches. He’s wearing a plain blue hat.
*I'm going to assume I can be any kind of toy. I'll probably have another character.. but...*
A small furry creature with large glassy eyes, a small beak, and ears waddles around in a circle. "Me... Furby! Me... Furby... Me... Furby!" It seems to be chanting. It is clearly very stupid.
“Hello!” He takes his hat off revealing 4 dragonlike horns.
The "Furby" creature stops in its tracks and stares at you.
"Ooooh. Dra-gon. B-oy?"
“More like a dragon using a human form.” His hands start to grow claws.
"Dra-gon fa-ke b-oy!" "Oooooh!"
His form shifts to change into that of a purplish dragon. “Thanks.”
The creature is ecstatic with excitement and waddles happily. "Dra-gon! Dra-gon! Ca-n dra-gon fl-y?"
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A plump plush frog with a star on his chest, a cowboy hat atop his head, and a sleeveless leather duster on his back, is walking through the twilit streets, his big glowing eyes looking around shakily as a nervous smile stretches between the rosy buttons on his cheeks. He keeps checking a big, cartoonish revolver in his paw, making sure it's loaded.
A small furry creature with a beak big eyes and ears is waddling around in a circle.
"Me... Furby! Me... Furby!" It chants this repeatedly
The sheriff kneels down to see eye-to-eye with Furby. "Hey there, pardner. Everythin' alright?" He keeps looking around as he speaks, making sure nothing sneaks up on him.
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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.
A plump plush frog with a star on his chest, a cowboy hat atop his head, and a sleeveless leather duster on his back, is walking through the twilit streets, his big glowing eyes looking around shakily as a nervous smile stretches between the rosy buttons on his cheeks. He keeps checking a big, cartoonish revolver in his paw, making sure it's loaded.
A small furry creature with a beak big eyes and ears is waddling around in a circle.
"Me... Furby! Me... Furby!" It chants this repeatedly
The sheriff kneels down to see eye-to-eye with Furby. "Hey there, pardner. Everythin' alright?" He keeps looking around as he speaks, making sure nothing sneaks up on him.
Furby's speech is broken and slow, as if it is still learning how to speak.
The sheriff kneels down to see eye-to-eye with Furby. "Hey there, pardner. Everythin' alright?" He keeps looking around as he speaks, making sure nothing sneaks up on him.
Furby's speech is broken and slow, as if it is still learning how to speak.
"You... Are you... frog friend?"
He chuckles warmly. "I'm sure tryin', bud." He hesitantly holsters his normal-sized weapon. "Hey, have you seen a rabbit 'round here? Keyboard on his chest, knives for hands, face hangin' off? He went missin', and he's a friend of mine."
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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.
The sheriff kneels down to see eye-to-eye with Furby. "Hey there, pardner. Everythin' alright?" He keeps looking around as he speaks, making sure nothing sneaks up on him.
Furby's speech is broken and slow, as if it is still learning how to speak.
"You... Are you... frog friend?"
He chuckles warmly. "I'm sure tryin', bud." He hesitantly holsters his normal-sized weapon. "Hey, have you seen a rabbit 'round here? Keyboard on his chest, knives for hands, face hangin' off? He went missin', and he's a friend of mine."
He chuckles warmly. "I'm sure tryin', bud." He hesitantly holsters his normal-sized weapon. "Hey, have you seen a rabbit 'round here? Keyboard on his chest, knives for hands, face hangin' off? He went missin', and he's a friend of mine."
"Yeah... yeah..." He sighs, looking around, his smile starting to falter. "It sure do be that way. It's not so scary when you have a friend though!" He forces his smile back into place. "I'm Munch. You said your name was... Furby, right?"
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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 chuckles warmly. "I'm sure tryin', bud." He hesitantly holsters his normal-sized weapon. "Hey, have you seen a rabbit 'round here? Keyboard on his chest, knives for hands, face hangin' off? He went missin', and he's a friend of mine."
"Yeah... yeah..." He sighs, looking around, his smile starting to falter. "It sure do be that way. It's not so scary when you have a friend though!" He forces his smile back into place. "I'm Munch. You said your name was... Furby, right?"
"Yes! Furby... friends with Munch. Munch not so... scary if Munch... friend. Furby help ...munch look for rabbit?
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I'm just a gay lil'....
Well, a gay lil' something.
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*splendiforous*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Beautiful, my beamish boi (I have decided that "boi" is gender neutral, much like "dude." I will not argue about this).*
*Oh, I haven't put this in the main post yet, since it's a recent development, but the only certain way to tell the difference between a monster and a dreamer is the lights in their eyes. They are dull, dim, and flickery in monsters due to the lack of a complete soul core, or possibly a core at all.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Dra-gon fa-ke b-oy!" "Oooooh!"
I'm just a gay lil'....
Well, a gay lil' something.
His form shifts to change into that of a purplish dragon. “Thanks.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*no no you’re correct, and I defy all petty laws of gender so it works anyways.*
*I simply love that!*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The creature is ecstatic with excitement and waddles happily. "Dra-gon! Dra-gon! Ca-n dra-gon fl-y?"
I'm just a gay lil'....
Well, a gay lil' something.
“Ive been trying.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
The creature wobbles up to you
"Dra-gon fl-y! Dra-gon ha-ve na-me?"
*Typing like this is awful*
I'm just a gay lil'....
Well, a gay lil' something.
*Don't worry about maintaining typing quirks. You can just describe how they talk without having to change how you type to reflect it. Random capitalization is something I used to use before I realized how much that sucked to write out.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A plump plush frog with a star on his chest, a cowboy hat atop his head, and a sleeveless leather duster on his back, is walking through the twilit streets, his big glowing eyes looking around shakily as a nervous smile stretches between the rosy buttons on his cheeks. He keeps checking a big, cartoonish revolver in his paw, making sure it's loaded.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Good point. Tank u* *:p*
I'm just a gay lil'....
Well, a gay lil' something.
A small furry creature with a beak big eyes and ears is waddling around in a circle.
"Me... Furby! Me... Furby!" It chants this repeatedly
I'm just a gay lil'....
Well, a gay lil' something.
“My name is Robert.”
*gtg*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
The sheriff kneels down to see eye-to-eye with Furby. "Hey there, pardner. Everythin' alright?" He keeps looking around as he speaks, making sure nothing sneaks up on him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Furby's speech is broken and slow, as if it is still learning how to speak.
"You... Are you... frog friend?"
I'm just a gay lil'....
Well, a gay lil' something.
He chuckles warmly. "I'm sure tryin', bud." He hesitantly holsters his normal-sized weapon. "Hey, have you seen a rabbit 'round here? Keyboard on his chest, knives for hands, face hangin' off? He went missin', and he's a friend of mine."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No... See.. scary... Rabbit. Everyone.. here.. scary."
I'm just a gay lil'....
Well, a gay lil' something.
"Yeah... yeah..." He sighs, looking around, his smile starting to falter. "It sure do be that way. It's not so scary when you have a friend though!" He forces his smile back into place. "I'm Munch. You said your name was... Furby, right?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yes! Furby... friends with Munch. Munch not so... scary if Munch... friend. Furby help ...munch look for rabbit?
I'm just a gay lil'....
Well, a gay lil' something.