a rather tall kid with black hair tipped gold, and gold eyes in a black t-shirt and jeans, a short brown duster coat over the back of the chair, the air around him humming softly
Argus runs through the hallways, laughing, and almost slams into the kid’s chair. “Ow!” He cries.
the kids hand snapped out, a gold energy forming into a rope and catching argus as he (presumably) fell
Xavier is in his room, tinkering with models. He is singing loudly and badly.
There is the sound of someone new arriving... (Not ready yet)
A new person walks in, seemingly just to look around. She's fairly muscular, but she doesn't seem dressed to work out, wearing a loudly-patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Xavier is in his room, tinkering with models. He is singing loudly and badly.
There is the sound of someone new arriving... (Not ready yet)
A new person walks in, seemingly just to look around. She's fairly muscular, but she doesn't seem dressed to work out, wearing a loudly-patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.
Arabella looks up. "Oh, hey! A newbie!" As always, Arabella is dressed horribly; today, it's an off-the-shoulder baby blue crop top, red boat shoes, and leggings maybe a size too small for her. Also, she's wearing very loud pink sunglasses. Her hair is down today. (sorry if this is a lot. Arabella's horrid fashion sense is one of my fav things about her)
A new kid, in his late teens, maybe 17-18, strolls through the hallways, looking around him as he slicks back his messy white hair He is wearing black jeans, what looks like a gun belt, and an open jacket with no shirt underneath revealing his VERY muscular torso, and slightly smashed cross-shaped glasses. Most oddly, his skin is a shade of deep blue, and he has small horns protruding from his forehead.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
a rather tall kid with black hair tipped gold, and gold eyes in a black t-shirt and jeans, a short brown duster coat over the back of the chair, the air around him humming softly
Argus runs through the hallways, laughing, and almost slams into the kid’s chair. “Ow!” He cries.
the kids hand snapped out, a gold energy forming into a rope and catching argus as he (presumably) fell
Xavier is in his room, tinkering with models. He is singing loudly and badly.
There is the sound of someone new arriving... (Not ready yet)
A new person walks in, seemingly just to look around. She's fairly muscular, but she doesn't seem dressed to work out, wearing a loudly-patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.
Arabella looks up. "Oh, hey! A newbie!" As always, Arabella is dressed horribly; today, it's an off-the-shoulder baby blue crop top, red boat shoes, and leggings maybe a size too small for her. Also, she's wearing very loud pink sunglasses. Her hair is down today. (sorry if this is a lot. Arabella's horrid fashion sense is one of my fav things about her)
*no i love big writing!* The girl, who's practically wearing a clown shirt, doesn't seem to notice or care about Arabella's fashion sense. She seems more releived to even see arabella. "Oh thank God I'm not the only one here!"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
a rather tall kid with black hair tipped gold, and gold eyes in a black t-shirt and jeans, a short brown duster coat over the back of the chair, the air around him humming softly
Argus runs through the hallways, laughing, and almost slams into the kid’s chair. “Ow!” He cries.
the kids hand snapped out, a gold energy forming into a rope and catching argus as he (presumably) fell
“Waaaaaugh!” Argus cries. “Hey, thanks!”
the kid grunted before waving a hand, causing the energy rope to disappear
*How weird/horrory can i get btw?* A fairly muscular girl in a loud, patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots is wandering curiousy through the hallways. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.
*Very! I’ll tell you if you reach the limit.*
*rp?*
*Suresure! Want Argus, or should I make a new character? I’m feeling new character a bit.*
*either or, buddy.*
*Okay :D*
The sound of thumping comes from a large room, and awfully loud rock music plays from inside the room. The room has a simple door, metal but painted to look like wood, and there are splatters of paint outside the room. A horribly off-tune voice sings along to the lyrics, male, you can presume, probably 16 or 17.
*How weird/horrory can i get btw?* A fairly muscular girl in a loud, patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots is wandering curiousy through the hallways. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.
*Very! I’ll tell you if you reach the limit.*
*rp?*
*Suresure! Want Argus, or should I make a new character? I’m feeling new character a bit.*
*either or, buddy.*
*Okay :D*
The sound of thumping comes from a large room, and awfully loud rock music plays from inside the room. The room has a simple door, metal but painted to look like wood, and there are splatters of paint outside the room. A horribly off-tune voice sings along to the lyrics, male, you can presume, probably 16 or 17.
Jackie pushes the door open gingerly and peeks her head in.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
a rather tall kid with black hair tipped gold, and gold eyes in a black t-shirt and jeans, a short brown duster coat over the back of the chair, the air around him humming softly
Argus runs through the hallways, laughing, and almost slams into the kid’s chair. “Ow!” He cries.
the kids hand snapped out, a gold energy forming into a rope and catching argus as he (presumably) fell
“Waaaaaugh!” Argus cries. “Hey, thanks!”
the kid grunted before waving a hand, causing the energy rope to disappear
“So… cool power! I should probably get going though-those guards I harassed are not gonna be happy!”
Xavier is in his room, tinkering with models. He is singing loudly and badly.
There is the sound of someone new arriving... (Not ready yet)
A new person walks in, seemingly just to look around. She's fairly muscular, but she doesn't seem dressed to work out, wearing a loudly-patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.
Arabella looks up. "Oh, hey! A newbie!" As always, Arabella is dressed horribly; today, it's an off-the-shoulder baby blue crop top, red boat shoes, and leggings maybe a size too small for her. Also, she's wearing very loud pink sunglasses. Her hair is down today. (sorry if this is a lot. Arabella's horrid fashion sense is one of my fav things about her)
*no i love big writing!* The girl, who's practically wearing a clown shirt, doesn't seem to notice or care about Arabella's fashion sense. She seems more releived to even see arabella. "Oh thank God I'm not the only one here!"
"Course you're not! there's loads of people here. Wouldn't be surprised if you'd heard my brother's horrid singing on the way here." She laughs and gets up. "I'm Arabella. You?" She strolls over to the girl.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
A new kid, in his late teens, maybe 17-18, strolls through the hallways, looking around him as he slicks back his messy white hair He is wearing black jeans, what looks like a gun belt, and an open jacket with no shirt underneath revealing his VERY muscular torso, and slightly smashed cross-shaped glasses. Most oddly, his skin is a shade of deep blue, and he has small horns protruding from his forehead.
*boops*
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*How weird/horrory can i get btw?* A fairly muscular girl in a loud, patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots is wandering curiousy through the hallways. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.
*Very! I’ll tell you if you reach the limit.*
*rp?*
*Suresure! Want Argus, or should I make a new character? I’m feeling new character a bit.*
*either or, buddy.*
*Okay :D*
The sound of thumping comes from a large room, and awfully loud rock music plays from inside the room. The room has a simple door, metal but painted to look like wood, and there are splatters of paint outside the room. A horribly off-tune voice sings along to the lyrics, male, you can presume, probably 16 or 17.
Jackie pushes the door open gingerly and peeks her head in.
The room is not what she would expect. It’s in the shape of a pentagon, and each of the seven walls except the floor are covered in wood. The floor is covered in a giant thingy they use in like gymnastics to keep people from getting hurt. The walls and floor are covered in wet paint-the paint seems to be in no particular order, but they appear to be foot and hand marks. A few paint buckets sit abandoned in the corner. A radio hangs from a large rope connected to the ceiling, and rushing around the room is a blur of colors in the shape of a boy. He’s tall, with hair covered in so much dye you can’t tell what color his hair was originally. He wears a black tee and sweatpants, and his hair is tied into a long braid. His skin is dark, eyes a light swamp green. He… seems to be attacking the walls? He carries a large stick that he uses to shoot blasts of wind that stain the walls with more paint. He also occasionally leaps onto the walls and kicks at them. When he notices Jackie, he frowns and jumps off the walls. “Hey.”
*This guy miiiight be a little overwhelming. Think Airbender but way too many colors.*
*How weird/horrory can i get btw?* A fairly muscular girl in a loud, patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots is wandering curiousy through the hallways. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.
*Very! I’ll tell you if you reach the limit.*
*rp?*
*Suresure! Want Argus, or should I make a new character? I’m feeling new character a bit.*
*either or, buddy.*
*Okay :D*
The sound of thumping comes from a large room, and awfully loud rock music plays from inside the room. The room has a simple door, metal but painted to look like wood, and there are splatters of paint outside the room. A horribly off-tune voice sings along to the lyrics, male, you can presume, probably 16 or 17.
Jackie pushes the door open gingerly and peeks her head in.
The room is not what she would expect. It’s in the shape of a pentagon, and each of the seven walls except the floor are covered in wood. The floor is covered in a giant thingy they use in like gymnastics to keep people from getting hurt. The walls and floor are covered in wet paint-the paint seems to be in no particular order, but they appear to be foot and hand marks. A few paint buckets sit abandoned in the corner. A radio hangs from a large rope connected to the ceiling, and rushing around the room is a blur of colors in the shape of a boy. He’s tall, with hair covered in so much dye you can’t tell what color his hair was originally. He wears a black tee and sweatpants, and his hair is tied into a long braid. His skin is dark, eyes a light swamp green. He… seems to be attacking the walls? He carries a large stick that he uses to shoot blasts of wind that stain the walls with more paint. He also occasionally leaps onto the walls and kicks at them. When he notices Jackie, he frowns and jumps off the walls. “Hey.”
*This guy miiiight be a little overwhelming. Think Airbender but way too many colors.*
Someone is there somehow, and they touch the radio with their right palm
the radio flickers black and white
then the radio becomes just an outline
then the outline is gone
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He/Him
I find the idea of one multiverse to be unfeasible with all of the rules set by numerous franchises when delving into multiversal concepts so I propose the Polymultiverse, all multiverses exist at the same time but separate.
Xavier is in his room, tinkering with models. He is singing loudly and badly.
There is the sound of someone new arriving... (Not ready yet)
A new person walks in, seemingly just to look around. She's fairly muscular, but she doesn't seem dressed to work out, wearing a loudly-patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.
Arabella looks up. "Oh, hey! A newbie!" As always, Arabella is dressed horribly; today, it's an off-the-shoulder baby blue crop top, red boat shoes, and leggings maybe a size too small for her. Also, she's wearing very loud pink sunglasses. Her hair is down today. (sorry if this is a lot. Arabella's horrid fashion sense is one of my fav things about her)
*no i love big writing!* The girl, who's practically wearing a clown shirt, doesn't seem to notice or care about Arabella's fashion sense. She seems more releived to even see arabella. "Oh thank God I'm not the only one here!"
"Course you're not! there's loads of people here. Wouldn't be surprised if you'd heard my brother's horrid singing on the way here." She laughs and gets up. "I'm Arabella. You?" She strolls over to the girl.
"My name is Jackie!" She smiles semi-wonkily, holding out her hand to shake. "It's nice to know there are at least some people who know what they're doing here"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*How weird/horrory can i get btw?* A fairly muscular girl in a loud, patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots is wandering curiousy through the hallways. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.
*Very! I’ll tell you if you reach the limit.*
*rp?*
*Suresure! Want Argus, or should I make a new character? I’m feeling new character a bit.*
*either or, buddy.*
*Okay :D*
The sound of thumping comes from a large room, and awfully loud rock music plays from inside the room. The room has a simple door, metal but painted to look like wood, and there are splatters of paint outside the room. A horribly off-tune voice sings along to the lyrics, male, you can presume, probably 16 or 17.
Jackie pushes the door open gingerly and peeks her head in.
The room is not what she would expect. It’s in the shape of a pentagon, and each of the seven walls except the floor are covered in wood. The floor is covered in a giant thingy they use in like gymnastics to keep people from getting hurt. The walls and floor are covered in wet paint-the paint seems to be in no particular order, but they appear to be foot and hand marks. A few paint buckets sit abandoned in the corner. A radio hangs from a large rope connected to the ceiling, and rushing around the room is a blur of colors in the shape of a boy. He’s tall, with hair covered in so much dye you can’t tell what color his hair was originally. He wears a black tee and sweatpants, and his hair is tied into a long braid. His skin is dark, eyes a light swamp green. He… seems to be attacking the walls? He carries a large stick that he uses to shoot blasts of wind that stain the walls with more paint. He also occasionally leaps onto the walls and kicks at them. When he notices Jackie, he frowns and jumps off the walls. “Hey.”
*This guy miiiight be a little overwhelming. Think Airbender but way too many colors.*
"What did the walls ever do to you?" She chuckles nervously.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I be here!*
Arabella is in the gym.
Xavier is in his room, tinkering with models. He is singing loudly and badly.
There is the sound of someone new arriving... (Not ready yet)
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
the kids hand snapped out, a gold energy forming into a rope and catching argus as he (presumably) fell
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
A new person walks in, seemingly just to look around. She's fairly muscular, but she doesn't seem dressed to work out, wearing a loudly-patterned button-up, heel-bitten jeans, and white boots. Her dull, gray-blonde curls are tied up and out of her face, two miniature solved Rubik's cubes dangling from her hair tie, bouncing with each step.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Arabella looks up. "Oh, hey! A newbie!" As always, Arabella is dressed horribly; today, it's an off-the-shoulder baby blue crop top, red boat shoes, and leggings maybe a size too small for her. Also, she's wearing very loud pink sunglasses. Her hair is down today. (sorry if this is a lot. Arabella's horrid fashion sense is one of my fav things about her)
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
A new kid, in his late teens, maybe 17-18, strolls through the hallways, looking around him as he slicks back his messy white hair He is wearing black jeans, what looks like a gun belt, and an open jacket with no shirt underneath revealing his VERY muscular torso, and slightly smashed cross-shaped glasses. Most oddly, his skin is a shade of deep blue, and he has small horns protruding from his forehead.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
“Waaaaaugh!” Argus cries. “Hey, thanks!”
*freaking dies*
owch
he/they
*no i love big writing!*
The girl, who's practically wearing a clown shirt, doesn't seem to notice or care about Arabella's fashion sense. She seems more releived to even see arabella.
"Oh thank God I'm not the only one here!"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
the kid grunted before waving a hand, causing the energy rope to disappear
he/him
call me Chara (more known), or void
PM me the word AVACADO
*Okay :D*
The sound of thumping comes from a large room, and awfully loud rock music plays from inside the room. The room has a simple door, metal but painted to look like wood, and there are splatters of paint outside the room. A horribly off-tune voice sings along to the lyrics, male, you can presume, probably 16 or 17.
*freaking dies*
owch
he/they
Xavier hears the sound of someone else singing loudly and badly, and the sound of thumping.
*freaking dies*
owch
he/they
Jackie pushes the door open gingerly and peeks her head in.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“So… cool power! I should probably get going though-those guards I harassed are not gonna be happy!”
*freaking dies*
owch
he/they
"Course you're not! there's loads of people here. Wouldn't be surprised if you'd heard my brother's horrid singing on the way here." She laughs and gets up. "I'm Arabella. You?" She strolls over to the girl.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
He stops his tinkering. "Huh. Didn't think there could be someone else as bad at singing as I am." he gets up and goes to investigate.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
*boops*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal Welsh medieval rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
The room is not what she would expect. It’s in the shape of a pentagon, and each of the seven walls except the floor are covered in wood. The floor is covered in a giant thingy they use in like gymnastics to keep people from getting hurt. The walls and floor are covered in wet paint-the paint seems to be in no particular order, but they appear to be foot and hand marks. A few paint buckets sit abandoned in the corner. A radio hangs from a large rope connected to the ceiling, and rushing around the room is a blur of colors in the shape of a boy. He’s tall, with hair covered in so much dye you can’t tell what color his hair was originally. He wears a black tee and sweatpants, and his hair is tied into a long braid. His skin is dark, eyes a light swamp green. He… seems to be attacking the walls? He carries a large stick that he uses to shoot blasts of wind that stain the walls with more paint. He also occasionally leaps onto the walls and kicks at them. When he notices Jackie, he frowns and jumps off the walls. “Hey.”
*This guy miiiight be a little overwhelming. Think Airbender but way too many colors.*
*freaking dies*
owch
he/they
Someone is there somehow, and they touch the radio with their right palm
the radio flickers black and white
then the radio becomes just an outline
then the outline is gone
He/Him
I find the idea of one multiverse to be unfeasible with all of the rules set by numerous franchises when delving into multiversal concepts so I propose the Polymultiverse, all multiverses exist at the same time but separate.
"My name is Jackie!" She smiles semi-wonkily, holding out her hand to shake. "It's nice to know there are at least some people who know what they're doing here"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"What did the walls ever do to you?" She chuckles nervously.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Chloe has wandered over to the library. She’s listening to music and nodding her head along as she walks.
Heyo! You can call me Link. Here’s a bit about me:
Roomba Knight, Architect of the Cataclysm, Foxy Lunar Archpriest. Dubbed The Fluffy Bowman by Golden. He/Him
Theatre Kid, Ravenclaw, bookworm, DM, Lego fanatic, mythology nerd, pedantic about spelling. I also love foxes, cats, otters, and red pandas!
I love K-pop Demon Hunters and Korean Mythology. If you want to ask me about something, send me a PM!
I try to keep the peace and be neutral most of the time…