*Can I do Snugglemurder as Chaos? Like not making anything but changing things.*
*Uhhhhhhhh so you know how much I love to make people happy, so Gonzalo wanted to do Chaos but is currently offline, so maybe you could talk that out with him?*
*Ah I see. Then I'll just do smth else it doesn't matter too much, right? Maybe I'll do some deceit based dude? Or if that would be hard to work hate? Orrrrrrrrr life*
*Thank you :3*
*Wait nvm life if taken so I'll come up with a third option later.*
*Knowledge maybe; but as in not being all haha I know everything but instead learning?* *Or emotions?*
*Can I do Snugglemurder as Chaos? Like not making anything but changing things.*
*Uhhhhhhhh so you know how much I love to make people happy, so Gonzalo wanted to do Chaos but is currently offline, so maybe you could talk that out with him?*
*Ah I see. Then I'll just do smth else it doesn't matter too much, right? Maybe I'll do some deceit based dude? Or if that would be hard to work hate? Orrrrrrrrr life*
*Thank you :3*
*Wait nvm life if taken so I'll come up with a third option later.*
*A ton of major domains are taken, but you can continuously get smaller. You could make yourself the god of a certain species or plant, but probably only once that plant was created which requires multiple gods to do.*
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
*Can I do Snugglemurder as Chaos? Like not making anything but changing things.*
*Uhhhhhhhh so you know how much I love to make people happy, so Gonzalo wanted to do Chaos but is currently offline, so maybe you could talk that out with him?*
*Ah I see. Then I'll just do smth else it doesn't matter too much, right? Maybe I'll do some deceit based dude? Or if that would be hard to work hate? Orrrrrrrrr life*
*Thank you :3*
*Wait nvm life if taken so I'll come up with a third option later.*
*Knowledge maybe; but as in not being all haha I know everything but instead learning?* *Or emotions?*
*Or violence?*
*those all sound really fun!*
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
*Can I do Snugglemurder as Chaos? Like not making anything but changing things.*
*Uhhhhhhhh so you know how much I love to make people happy, so Gonzalo wanted to do Chaos but is currently offline, so maybe you could talk that out with him?*
*Ah I see. Then I'll just do smth else it doesn't matter too much, right? Maybe I'll do some deceit based dude? Or if that would be hard to work hate? Orrrrrrrrr life*
*Thank you :3*
*Wait nvm life if taken so I'll come up with a third option later.*
*A ton of major domains are taken, but you can continuously get smaller. You could make yourself the god of a certain species or plant, but probably only once that plant was created which requires multiple gods to do.*
*Can I do Snugglemurder as Chaos? Like not making anything but changing things.*
*Uhhhhhhhh so you know how much I love to make people happy, so Gonzalo wanted to do Chaos but is currently offline, so maybe you could talk that out with him?*
*Ah I see. Then I'll just do smth else it doesn't matter too much, right? Maybe I'll do some deceit based dude? Or if that would be hard to work hate? Orrrrrrrrr life*
*Thank you :3*
*Wait nvm life if taken so I'll come up with a third option later.*
*Knowledge maybe; but as in not being all haha I know everything but instead learning?* *Or emotions?*
Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.
all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.
Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.
She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”
The figure locks eyes with Madria, throwing down their cloak to reveal a young boy with white hair tied into a braid, wearing a golden toga and a crown of blue gemstones. He flaps his large wings, taking himself into the air, feathers falling down to the dusty floor. “To breathe is truly a precious gift…” He says. “I am grateful that I was given that gift, but what makes you think everyone deserves it? It is merely chance which decides who lives, and I am a spirit of chance, the spirit of the wind. Chance is the only pure thing.”
“I think everyone deserves it. Is it not infinitely worse to deny those who could have been or who will never be the chance to experience… everything? Therefore, I shall create life! Intelligent life! Life that can smile, play, cry, scream, wage war, find peace… all that life can be for them.”
“But what about suffering? There is no point if it is just going to suffer.” He sighs. “Earlier, I was floating through the sky as a little bit of wind and I overheard two others speaking. They wanted to create suffering, plague, death.”
She pauses, pondering, sitting upon a rock. “It won’t just suffer. It will… well, it will hurt, yes, but it will do so much more than that. It will be happy! It will be loved! Is that not worth it?” She smiles slightly. “And besides, plague and suffering is something they could fight against.”
“But something we cannot ever eliminate… is bad people. There are many bad people out there. People who seek to cause suffering more than they seek to live. Not all lives are loving ones.”
“Are you speaking of the unborn mortals, who are yet to live lives? They are not… born evil. None are. None of my children shall be, at least. Neither shall they be born good, of course… what determines that is not chance, but how they are raised, is it not?”
“There is chance in everything.”
She fidgets with one of her many bracelets. “And chances can be manipulated, can they not?” She closes her eyes, smiling softly and humming a lullaby.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.
all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.
Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.
She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”
The figure locks eyes with Madria, throwing down their cloak to reveal a young boy with white hair tied into a braid, wearing a golden toga and a crown of blue gemstones. He flaps his large wings, taking himself into the air, feathers falling down to the dusty floor. “To breathe is truly a precious gift…” He says. “I am grateful that I was given that gift, but what makes you think everyone deserves it? It is merely chance which decides who lives, and I am a spirit of chance, the spirit of the wind. Chance is the only pure thing.”
“I think everyone deserves it. Is it not infinitely worse to deny those who could have been or who will never be the chance to experience… everything? Therefore, I shall create life! Intelligent life! Life that can smile, play, cry, scream, wage war, find peace… all that life can be for them.”
“But what about suffering? There is no point if it is just going to suffer.” He sighs. “Earlier, I was floating through the sky as a little bit of wind and I overheard two others speaking. They wanted to create suffering, plague, death.”
She pauses, pondering, sitting upon a rock. “It won’t just suffer. It will… well, it will hurt, yes, but it will do so much more than that. It will be happy! It will be loved! Is that not worth it?” She smiles slightly. “And besides, plague and suffering is something they could fight against.”
“But something we cannot ever eliminate… is bad people. There are many bad people out there. People who seek to cause suffering more than they seek to live. Not all lives are loving ones.”
“Are you speaking of the unborn mortals, who are yet to live lives? They are not… born evil. None are. None of my children shall be, at least. Neither shall they be born good, of course… what determines that is not chance, but how they are raised, is it not?”
“There is chance in everything.”
She fidgets with one of her many bracelets. “And chances can be manipulated, can they not?” She closes her eyes, smiling softly and humming a lullaby.
“Perhaps. But everything can be manipulated.” He sits on the ground cross legged, breathing heavily.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.
all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.
Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.
She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”
The figure locks eyes with Madria, throwing down their cloak to reveal a young boy with white hair tied into a braid, wearing a golden toga and a crown of blue gemstones. He flaps his large wings, taking himself into the air, feathers falling down to the dusty floor. “To breathe is truly a precious gift…” He says. “I am grateful that I was given that gift, but what makes you think everyone deserves it? It is merely chance which decides who lives, and I am a spirit of chance, the spirit of the wind. Chance is the only pure thing.”
“I think everyone deserves it. Is it not infinitely worse to deny those who could have been or who will never be the chance to experience… everything? Therefore, I shall create life! Intelligent life! Life that can smile, play, cry, scream, wage war, find peace… all that life can be for them.”
“But what about suffering? There is no point if it is just going to suffer.” He sighs. “Earlier, I was floating through the sky as a little bit of wind and I overheard two others speaking. They wanted to create suffering, plague, death.”
She pauses, pondering, sitting upon a rock. “It won’t just suffer. It will… well, it will hurt, yes, but it will do so much more than that. It will be happy! It will be loved! Is that not worth it?” She smiles slightly. “And besides, plague and suffering is something they could fight against.”
“But something we cannot ever eliminate… is bad people. There are many bad people out there. People who seek to cause suffering more than they seek to live. Not all lives are loving ones.”
“Are you speaking of the unborn mortals, who are yet to live lives? They are not… born evil. None are. None of my children shall be, at least. Neither shall they be born good, of course… what determines that is not chance, but how they are raised, is it not?”
“There is chance in everything.”
She fidgets with one of her many bracelets. “And chances can be manipulated, can they not?” She closes her eyes, smiling softly and humming a lullaby.
“Perhaps. But everything can be manipulated.” He sits on the ground cross legged, breathing heavily.
“Thank you for acknowledging my point.” She says rather bluntly, drawing circles in the earth. “Creation… oh, the things they will create…”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.
all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.
Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.
She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”
The figure locks eyes with Madria, throwing down their cloak to reveal a young boy with white hair tied into a braid, wearing a golden toga and a crown of blue gemstones. He flaps his large wings, taking himself into the air, feathers falling down to the dusty floor. “To breathe is truly a precious gift…” He says. “I am grateful that I was given that gift, but what makes you think everyone deserves it? It is merely chance which decides who lives, and I am a spirit of chance, the spirit of the wind. Chance is the only pure thing.”
“I think everyone deserves it. Is it not infinitely worse to deny those who could have been or who will never be the chance to experience… everything? Therefore, I shall create life! Intelligent life! Life that can smile, play, cry, scream, wage war, find peace… all that life can be for them.”
“But what about suffering? There is no point if it is just going to suffer.” He sighs. “Earlier, I was floating through the sky as a little bit of wind and I overheard two others speaking. They wanted to create suffering, plague, death.”
She pauses, pondering, sitting upon a rock. “It won’t just suffer. It will… well, it will hurt, yes, but it will do so much more than that. It will be happy! It will be loved! Is that not worth it?” She smiles slightly. “And besides, plague and suffering is something they could fight against.”
“But something we cannot ever eliminate… is bad people. There are many bad people out there. People who seek to cause suffering more than they seek to live. Not all lives are loving ones.”
“Are you speaking of the unborn mortals, who are yet to live lives? They are not… born evil. None are. None of my children shall be, at least. Neither shall they be born good, of course… what determines that is not chance, but how they are raised, is it not?”
“There is chance in everything.”
She fidgets with one of her many bracelets. “And chances can be manipulated, can they not?” She closes her eyes, smiling softly and humming a lullaby.
“Perhaps. But everything can be manipulated.” He sits on the ground cross legged, breathing heavily.
“Thank you for acknowledging my point.” She says rather bluntly, drawing circles in the earth. “Creation… oh, the things they will create…”
“Unlike many, I am not a stubborn person. I am willing to admit when I am wrong. But they cannot create unless they are created…”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.
all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.
Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.
She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”
The figure locks eyes with Madria, throwing down their cloak to reveal a young boy with white hair tied into a braid, wearing a golden toga and a crown of blue gemstones. He flaps his large wings, taking himself into the air, feathers falling down to the dusty floor. “To breathe is truly a precious gift…” He says. “I am grateful that I was given that gift, but what makes you think everyone deserves it? It is merely chance which decides who lives, and I am a spirit of chance, the spirit of the wind. Chance is the only pure thing.”
“I think everyone deserves it. Is it not infinitely worse to deny those who could have been or who will never be the chance to experience… everything? Therefore, I shall create life! Intelligent life! Life that can smile, play, cry, scream, wage war, find peace… all that life can be for them.”
“But what about suffering? There is no point if it is just going to suffer.” He sighs. “Earlier, I was floating through the sky as a little bit of wind and I overheard two others speaking. They wanted to create suffering, plague, death.”
She pauses, pondering, sitting upon a rock. “It won’t just suffer. It will… well, it will hurt, yes, but it will do so much more than that. It will be happy! It will be loved! Is that not worth it?” She smiles slightly. “And besides, plague and suffering is something they could fight against.”
“But something we cannot ever eliminate… is bad people. There are many bad people out there. People who seek to cause suffering more than they seek to live. Not all lives are loving ones.”
“Are you speaking of the unborn mortals, who are yet to live lives? They are not… born evil. None are. None of my children shall be, at least. Neither shall they be born good, of course… what determines that is not chance, but how they are raised, is it not?”
“There is chance in everything.”
She fidgets with one of her many bracelets. “And chances can be manipulated, can they not?” She closes her eyes, smiling softly and humming a lullaby.
“Perhaps. But everything can be manipulated.” He sits on the ground cross legged, breathing heavily.
“Thank you for acknowledging my point.” She says rather bluntly, drawing circles in the earth. “Creation… oh, the things they will create…”
“Unlike many, I am not a stubborn person. I am willing to admit when I am wrong. But they cannot create unless they are created…”
She looks up to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, a knowing smile on her face. “So? What are we to do about it?”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.
all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.
Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.
She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”
The figure locks eyes with Madria, throwing down their cloak to reveal a young boy with white hair tied into a braid, wearing a golden toga and a crown of blue gemstones. He flaps his large wings, taking himself into the air, feathers falling down to the dusty floor. “To breathe is truly a precious gift…” He says. “I am grateful that I was given that gift, but what makes you think everyone deserves it? It is merely chance which decides who lives, and I am a spirit of chance, the spirit of the wind. Chance is the only pure thing.”
“I think everyone deserves it. Is it not infinitely worse to deny those who could have been or who will never be the chance to experience… everything? Therefore, I shall create life! Intelligent life! Life that can smile, play, cry, scream, wage war, find peace… all that life can be for them.”
“But what about suffering? There is no point if it is just going to suffer.” He sighs. “Earlier, I was floating through the sky as a little bit of wind and I overheard two others speaking. They wanted to create suffering, plague, death.”
She pauses, pondering, sitting upon a rock. “It won’t just suffer. It will… well, it will hurt, yes, but it will do so much more than that. It will be happy! It will be loved! Is that not worth it?” She smiles slightly. “And besides, plague and suffering is something they could fight against.”
“But something we cannot ever eliminate… is bad people. There are many bad people out there. People who seek to cause suffering more than they seek to live. Not all lives are loving ones.”
“Are you speaking of the unborn mortals, who are yet to live lives? They are not… born evil. None are. None of my children shall be, at least. Neither shall they be born good, of course… what determines that is not chance, but how they are raised, is it not?”
“There is chance in everything.”
She fidgets with one of her many bracelets. “And chances can be manipulated, can they not?” She closes her eyes, smiling softly and humming a lullaby.
“Perhaps. But everything can be manipulated.” He sits on the ground cross legged, breathing heavily.
“Thank you for acknowledging my point.” She says rather bluntly, drawing circles in the earth. “Creation… oh, the things they will create…”
“Unlike many, I am not a stubborn person. I am willing to admit when I am wrong. But they cannot create unless they are created…”
She looks up to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, a knowing smile on her face. “So? What are we to do about it?”
He grins, creating a sphere of wind in his hand. “Breath.” He says.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Madria walks the barren earth, tasting the lifeless, flavorless air. Silence with the exception of Aeolian tones, and barely that. No infant’s crying to fill the air, no laughter. she needs to fix that. Existence, with all its joys, pains, and in-betweens, is infinitely better than non-existence, is it not? To laugh. To cry… to live, and to die. That was what the Mother thought.
all she needed was a little bit of help, and she could watch her children blossom.
Madria hears the sound of footsteps, and then the tune of a lyre being played. A golden caped figure with massive white wings stares at Madria with piercing blue eyes. “Hello…” They say, the words floating from their mouth like the wind.
She spins around, her white dress gleaming with sparkling light. “A thousand thank you’s to whatever force pushed us to meet…” she starts, grinning. Her golden eyes dance with purple light, wind rushing around her. “I am Madria, and I seek to give a gift to all who have not had a chance to exist. To breathe. To live…”
The figure locks eyes with Madria, throwing down their cloak to reveal a young boy with white hair tied into a braid, wearing a golden toga and a crown of blue gemstones. He flaps his large wings, taking himself into the air, feathers falling down to the dusty floor. “To breathe is truly a precious gift…” He says. “I am grateful that I was given that gift, but what makes you think everyone deserves it? It is merely chance which decides who lives, and I am a spirit of chance, the spirit of the wind. Chance is the only pure thing.”
“I think everyone deserves it. Is it not infinitely worse to deny those who could have been or who will never be the chance to experience… everything? Therefore, I shall create life! Intelligent life! Life that can smile, play, cry, scream, wage war, find peace… all that life can be for them.”
“But what about suffering? There is no point if it is just going to suffer.” He sighs. “Earlier, I was floating through the sky as a little bit of wind and I overheard two others speaking. They wanted to create suffering, plague, death.”
She pauses, pondering, sitting upon a rock. “It won’t just suffer. It will… well, it will hurt, yes, but it will do so much more than that. It will be happy! It will be loved! Is that not worth it?” She smiles slightly. “And besides, plague and suffering is something they could fight against.”
“But something we cannot ever eliminate… is bad people. There are many bad people out there. People who seek to cause suffering more than they seek to live. Not all lives are loving ones.”
“Are you speaking of the unborn mortals, who are yet to live lives? They are not… born evil. None are. None of my children shall be, at least. Neither shall they be born good, of course… what determines that is not chance, but how they are raised, is it not?”
“There is chance in everything.”
She fidgets with one of her many bracelets. “And chances can be manipulated, can they not?” She closes her eyes, smiling softly and humming a lullaby.
“Perhaps. But everything can be manipulated.” He sits on the ground cross legged, breathing heavily.
“Thank you for acknowledging my point.” She says rather bluntly, drawing circles in the earth. “Creation… oh, the things they will create…”
“Unlike many, I am not a stubborn person. I am willing to admit when I am wrong. But they cannot create unless they are created…”
She looks up to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, a knowing smile on her face. “So? What are we to do about it?”
He grins, creating a sphere of wind in his hand. “Breath.” He says.
She takes a deep breath, bringing forth a pool of bubbling mud before her as she exhales. “Let us bring life to this world…”
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_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Knowledge maybe; but as in not being all haha I know everything but instead learning?*
*Or emotions?*
*Or violence?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*A ton of major domains are taken, but you can continuously get smaller. You could make yourself the god of a certain species or plant, but probably only once that plant was created which requires multiple gods to do.*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
*those all sound really fun!*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
*Ok*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*And mayyyybe theatre*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She fidgets with one of her many bracelets. “And chances can be manipulated, can they not?” She closes her eyes, smiling softly and humming a lullaby.
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_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Perhaps. But everything can be manipulated.” He sits on the ground cross legged, breathing heavily.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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“Thank you for acknowledging my point.” She says rather bluntly, drawing circles in the earth. “Creation… oh, the things they will create…”
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_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Unlike many, I am not a stubborn person. I am willing to admit when I am wrong. But they cannot create unless they are created…”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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Extended Signature!
*hi ya’ll*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*Hi!*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
She looks up to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes, a knowing smile on her face. “So? What are we to do about it?”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*rp?*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
He grins, creating a sphere of wind in his hand. “Breath.” He says.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
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Extended Signature!
*Sure!*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
* you intro *
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*You want windy boy or the Early Reaper?*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!
She takes a deep breath, bringing forth a pool of bubbling mud before her as she exhales. “Let us bring life to this world…”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Either. :3
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
The wind is soft and quiet today… until it isn’t. A young boy appears out of an air current, out of breath.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake!
Extended Signature!