"Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.."
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"Don't you want me baby? Don't you want me, oh?"
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"Why don't you love me baby? Open up your heart tonight 'cause I could be all that you need."
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"I would burn in the fire to see you on the other side, put my heart in your hands, to be beside you!"
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>>BE THE FUCKING OPTIMISTIC NUT JOB
The Land Of Music And Sunlight, LOMAC for short, was BORING. There was practically no imps here, much to your utter despair. To your knowledge, everyone else had imps. Both your moirail Katana and your matesprit Coboli reported that their lands were overrun with the little monsters, but you had yet to find one single thing you could kill.
That did nothing to dampen your permanent optimism, however, and you gleefully wondered through your land before coming across your first temple. Finally! Something exciting. According to the others, there should be puzzles and treasure within it's deep recesses. With a big smile and your trademark giggle, you made your way inside.
It was there that you discovered three ogres, each the size of the staircase that your server player had built for you to reach your gate. In other words, tall and fucking monstrous. They occupied the entirety of the main room, one level down from where you've entered. You had a feeling they must have eaten a good portion of the smaller shale imps who you should have been fighting all along.
A wicked smile plays over your lips as you summon your FLOWER POWER SCALEMATE POUNDER from your Strife Specibus! You wasted no time in charging in, leaping off the high platform that was the entrance, your hammer raising high as you prepared to strike. You practically oozed excitement and fucking optimism as you began to utterly DESTROY those ogres, all the while giggling like a lovestruck school girl.
You finished them off with a squeal of excitement as you landed in the middle of the grist piles. "Hell f-f-fucking yes!!"
You are Poppii Dweler, and you just Fucked. Them. Up.
===> BE THE AUTHOR Well, hi there!
As you can clearly tell, if you've read this far, I started this off with a Homestuck style character introduction, and a small bit of my typically writing. There isn't that much to say about me, honestly.
Most people refer to me as Stitches. This is the first site where I haven't based my username around some form of Stitches or Threads.
I identify as Rainbow Dragon Kitty, pronouns be fucking damned.
As of this September of 2016, I shall be twenty-one years of age.
I mostly enjoy writing Fantasy, Science Fiction (to a degree), and Slice of Life roleplays, though I can be convinced to try anything at LEAST once.
I've been writing, in roleplay style, for roughly six years. I know that doesn't seem like a lot, but I pride myself on the quality of my posts, even if it occasionally takes me FOR-FUCKING-EVER to respond.
Other than writing, my hobbies include traditional and digital art (both realism and anime styles. It depends on my mood), video games of the mostly RPG nature and an occasional FPS, and music. Music is kind of the THE REASON FOR MY FUCKING EXISTENCE ON THIS MISERABLE AND FORSAKEN PLANET the reason I live.
When it comes to music, I am eclectic to the max. My playlist includes everything from Maroon 5 to Silversun Pickups to Editors to Avenged Sevenfold to Nightwish and all the way to Enya. It would be pointless to try to list all of the music I listen to. There are not enough available characters on this bio left.
I am also an avid reader, and I am particularly fond of Laini Taylor, James Patterson, Terry Pratchet, Neil Gaiman, and Cassandra Clare.
My favorite movies are The Crow, The Labyrinth, Stardust, and literally anything Marvel.
I am part of several fandom's, the most prominent being Homestuck, Marvel, DC, and The Black Jewels series.
Alright, post is up! I'm terribly sorry for it's lacking ness. The next one, which will include the blackout, will be much longer. I had a really hard time trying tonfit it into this post, so I figured, if it didn't feelnroght doing it so sudden, then I will make it the next post. After that, maybe two rounds and we'll enter Eurasha. I'm going to have a temporary character, possibly, in place of our dragon until she gets back.
With a relieved smile, she started to fill one of the bar's trademark hammered copper mugs up with a local brewery's special and topped it off with coke before passing it down the counter to him. It slid to a slow stop in front of him. About the same time, the band struck up. A voice she didn't quite recognize filled the bar with it's uplifting melody. She recognized the song almost immediately, and hummed along quietly as she worked.
There was a moment as the boy's voice began to falter, growing quieter when it should have stayed strong. She spared a glance to see what was distracting him when she saw Skylar. A small small lit her face, and she leaned over and nudged Marge, nodding toward Sky's form. "Looks like you can get out of here and go get your daughter now. Drive safe."
The woman sighed in relief as she quickly snagged her coat and purse, squeezing Sky's shoulder as she passed her on her way out. "Not a moment too late, sugar."
Ilia scooped up a fresh tray from the window next to the kitchen door and ferried it past Skylar, giving the girl a fake, flirtatious smile. She waggled her fingers as she delivered the tray, asked briefly if there was anything else the group needed, and then returned to her station. The night was picking up, and more people were starting to come in, only a few chancing seats at the actual bar. The rest of the crowd seemed content to sit out in the lounging area near the band stage.
As she returned to the counter, she turned her attention back to the intimidatingly sized blonde that she had served the beer to a little while ago. "Anything else I can get for you, sir?"
You are POPPII DWELER, and you are the lowest color on the hemospectrum, a BURGUNDY BLOOD, MORE SPECIFICALLY, AN AUBURN. You are the most fucking OPTIMISTIC and HAPPY troll to ever grace Alternia. So happy and optimistic, in fact, that you just RADIATE FUCKING SUNSHINE THAT NO ONE CAN ESCAPE. BITCH, PLEASE, YOU WILL MAKE THEM SMILE. This in no way means that you are any less of a VICIOUS, MURDERING PSYCHO. It just means you tend to be bubbly as you smash people's heads in.
You have TWO RULING HOBBIES, the first of which is TROLLIAN LITERATURE. You just love a good book! It's one of the only things that can make you CALM FOR FIVE SECONDS. You also love anything that has to do with COMPUTERS. You are proficient in PROGRAMMING, and are a kick ass GAMER. You rock those fucking troll games hardcore. There is no game you cannot CONQUER. And your codes? UNHACKABLE and UNTOUCHABLE. (At least, so far.)
You have a knack for FASHION, and your favorite outfit is that of a stripped rust and black dress, a high collared vest bearing your INSIGNIA of an ASYMMETRICAL FLOWER, and a pair of tall black boots, which is obviously a blatant DISREGARD FOR THE RULES, BUT YOU COULDN'T CARE LESS. In all honesty, you're pretty surprised you haven't been culled yet. It could be because you live in a highly SECLUDED AND RURAL HIVE, out in the literal middle of nowhere. You might as well be A FUCKING HERMIT.
You were originally the ward of a LARGE BURGUNDY MEOWBEAST. However, it disappeared around the middle of your fifth sweep. The
Today is the day that you and some other trolls are going to play SGRUB. Which is a game that you TOTALLY ILLEGALLY ACQUIRED from a troll somewhere in the city that you occasionally snatch epic games from. Not like the supposed genius ever notices. He's probably too busy lisping about how awesome he is to even notice that YOU HAVE BEEN "BORROWING" THINGS FROM HIS GRUBWORK FOR SWEEPS. Ah well. His lost, you guess. In any case, you're just super fucking stoked to start this game. You just know that the others will love it.
Name: Poppii Dweler
Age: 7 sweeps
Gender: Feminine
Blood: Auburn Burgundy
Symbol: an asymmetrical flower with six petals.
Appearance: Of short height with an extra foot and half in horn height, this troll comes off as far too small to be such a huge PROBLEM. Her hair is cut in two distinct layers, one that brushes her shoulders and curls up, and the second that reaches her waist. Her bangs frame her face near her eyes and her cheekbones. Her eyes are still the same grey as the usual adolescent's colour, and her asymmetrical horns curl up and out, with one curling slightly inward, almost straight up.
Lusus: (deceased) A giant red meowbeast with six legs and foot long fangs.
Moirial: Alvaro Callom
Hive: A low to the ground, labyrinthine structure built of the indigenous stone. The rooms have a wide, open feel, due to the lack of completed walls. Wild beasts tend to roam freely in and out if her home. Each wall that does exist is painted a different colour, and the doorframes extend from ceiling to floor.
Handle: auspiciousPetals
Quirk: YOU LIKE TO YELL ABOUT EVERYTHING BECAUSE YOU ARE S-S-SUPER EXCITED ABOUT EVERY FUCKING TH-THING!!
Sylladex: The colour wheel. Everything gets sorted by colour into a wheel. They are then stacked in small boxes on top of one another. However, you never have any idea what's in the box you remove, since they are all the same size and colour.
Strife Specibus: The Colourblade, a combination of a sword and a paintbrush that slices through the air with bright streaks of colour.
God Tier: Knight of Verve
Moon: Prospit.
Land: Land of Sunlight and Melody
==> BE THE LEADER THEY NEED.
Your name is ALVARO CALLOM, and you are so fucking fed up with this bullshit. If your RODENTBEAST LUSSUS goes into your respite block one more time when you are out, you might actually Strife with him.
You are a 8 SWEEP OLD CINNAMON BLOOD, and you are so STOIC that it legitimately freaks out others. Something about your heavy, browsing grey gaze just makes everyone uncomfortable when you want it to. Usually, you're rather RELAXED DESPITE YOUR SERIOUS ATTITUDE. You have a strangely open air about you, and many TROLLS FEEL AS THOUGH THEY CAN TALK TO YOU. It makes you a very natural COORDINATOR AND LEADER. You follow your INTUITION, even when others question you.
You live near the outer edge of a hive cluster, in a rather straight, tall hive with complexly shaped floors and walls. Your LUSSUS is a GOLDEN BROWN KILLER RODENTBEAST, and she in no way respects your privacy. She has a tendency to sniff through your belongings, so you get a lot of STRIFE PRACTICE.
You have a variety of interests, that include COLLECTING DISCARDED HORNS FROM DECEASED TROLLS, SOLVING COMPLEX PUZZLES, AND DEVELOPING ELABORATE BATTLE STRATEGIES. Your horn collection includes a wide range of sizes and shapes, and even includes some very rare fully grown troll horns from the years of the rebellion.
Name: Alvaro Callom
Age: 8 Sweeps
Gender: Masculine
Blood Color: Cinnamon
Appearance: Tall in height, nearly six feet and four inches, with slender, backward bent horns adding another four inches to his height. He tends to stand incredibly straight and stiff, making him look even more tall. His hair is straight and choppy in length, the rough strands blocking out segments of face. His eyes have begun to colour in their iris, and have a strange grey brown colour. He has sharper nails than the usual.
Symbol: A glyph that resembles a music note.
Lussus: Killer Rabbit. (Rodentkind)
Moirial: Poppii Dweler
Sylladex: A very direct and simple to use modus called Thing-In-A-Bottle. It captchalouges his items into labeled bottles and shrinks them to fit in a canvas satchel. The satchel contains thirty-two slots and bottles, that allows for thirty-two items. To use on of these items, he simply needs to uncork the bottle and retrieve the item with a set of tweezers. It will then maximize to it's real size.
Strife Specibus: Chakramkind. His spinning circular blades of death are painted a wicked bronze.
Handle: enviousCalamity
Typing quirk: //He has a tendency to speak with supreme severity.//
[center]>>BE THE FUCKING OPTIMISTIC NUT JOB
[i]
The Land Of Music And Sunlight, LOMAC for short, was BORING. There was practically no imps here, much to your utter despair. To your knowledge, everyone else had imps. Both your moirail Katana and your matesprit Coboli reported that their lands were overrun with the little monsters, but you had yet to find one single thing you could kill.
That did nothing to dampen your permanent optimism, however, and you gleefully wondered through your land before coming across your first temple. Finally! Something exciting. According to the others, there should be puzzles and treasure within it's deep recesses. With a big smile and your trademark giggle, you made your way inside.
It was there that you discovered three ogres, each the size of the staircase that your server player had built for you to reach your gate. In other words, tall and fucking monstrous. They occupied the entirety of the main room, one level down from where you've entered. You had a feeling they must have eaten a good portion of the smaller shale imps who you should have been fighting all along.
A wicked smile plays over your lips as you summon your FLOWER POWER SCALEMATE POUNDER from your Strife Specibus! You wasted no time in charging in, leaping off the high platform that was the entrance, your hammer raising high as you prepared to strike. You practically oozed excitement and fucking optimism as you began to utterly DESTROY those ogres, all the while giggling like a lovestruck school girl.
You finished them off with a squeal of excitement as you landed in the middle of the grist piles. "[color=ed1c24]Hell f-f-fucking yes!![/color]"
You are Poppii Dweler, and you just Fucked. Them. Up.[/i]
[color=630460]===> BE THE AUTHOR
[/color]
Well, hi there!
As you can clearly tell, if you've read this far, I started this off with a Homestuck style character introduction, and a small bit of my typically writing. There isn't that much to say about me, honestly.
Most people refer to me as Stitches. This is the first site where I haven't based my username around some form of Stitches or Threads.
I identify as Rainbow Dragon Kitty, pronouns be fucking damned.
As of this September of 2016, I shall be twenty-one years of age.
I mostly enjoy writing Fantasy, Science Fiction (to a degree), and Slice of Life roleplays, though I can be convinced to try anything at LEAST once.
I've been writing, in roleplay style, for roughly six years. I know that doesn't seem like a lot, but I pride myself on the quality of my posts, even if it occasionally takes me [b][i]FOR-FUCKING-EVER[/i][/b] to respond.
Other than writing, my hobbies include traditional and digital art (both realism and anime styles. It depends on my mood), video games of the mostly RPG nature and an occasional FPS, and music. Music is kind of the [b][i][u][color=f26522][s]THE REASON FOR MY FUCKING EXISTENCE ON THIS MISERABLE AND FORSAKEN PLANET[/s][/color][/u][/i][/b] the reason I live.
When it comes to music, I am eclectic to the max. My playlist includes everything from Maroon 5 to Silversun Pickups to Editors to Avenged Sevenfold to Nightwish and all the way to Enya. It would be pointless to try to list all of the music I listen to. There are not enough available characters on this bio left.
I am also an avid reader, and I am particularly fond of Laini Taylor, James Patterson, Terry Pratchet, Neil Gaiman, and Cassandra Clare.
My favorite movies are The Crow, The Labyrinth, Stardust, and literally anything Marvel.
I am part of several fandom's, the most prominent being [color=39b54a]Homestuck,[/color] [color=f26522]Marvel,[/color] [color=8882be]DC,[/color] and [color=440e62]The Black Jewels series.[/color] [/center]
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;"><div class="bb-center"><span class="bb-greentext">>>BE THE FUCKING OPTIMISTIC NUT JOB </span><br><br><span class="bb-i">The Land Of Music And Sunlight, LOMAC for short, was BORING. There was practically no imps here, much to your utter despair. To your knowledge, everyone else had imps. Both your moirail Katana and your matesprit Coboli reported that their lands were overrun with the little monsters, but you had yet to find one single thing you could kill. <br><br>That did nothing to dampen your permanent optimism, however, and you gleefully wondered through your land before coming across your first temple. Finally! Something exciting. According to the others, there should be puzzles and treasure within it's deep recesses. With a big smile and your trademark giggle, you made your way inside.<br><br>It was there that you discovered three ogres, each the size of the staircase that your server player had built for you to reach your gate. In other words, tall and fucking monstrous. They occupied the entirety of the main room, one level down from where you've entered. You had a feeling they must have eaten a good portion of the smaller shale imps who you should have been fighting all along.<br><br>A wicked smile plays over your lips as you summon your FLOWER POWER SCALEMATE POUNDER from your Strife Specibus! You wasted no time in charging in, leaping off the high platform that was the entrance, your hammer raising high as you prepared to strike. You practically oozed excitement and fucking optimism as you began to utterly DESTROY those ogres, all the while giggling like a lovestruck school girl.<br><br>You finished them off with a squeal of excitement as you landed in the middle of the grist piles. "<font color="#ed1c24">Hell f-f-fucking yes!!</font>" <br><br>You are Poppii Dweler, and you just Fucked. Them. Up.</span> <br><br><font color="#630460">===> BE THE AUTHOR</font><br>Well, hi there! <br><br>As you can clearly tell, if you've read this far, I started this off with a Homestuck style character introduction, and a small bit of my typically writing. There isn't that much to say about me, honestly.<br><br>Most people refer to me as Stitches. This is the first site where I haven't based my username around some form of Stitches or Threads. <br><br>I identify as Rainbow Dragon Kitty, pronouns be fucking damned.<br><br>As of this September of 2016, I shall be twenty-one years of age.<br><br>I mostly enjoy writing Fantasy, Science Fiction (to a degree), and Slice of Life roleplays, though I can be convinced to try anything at LEAST once.<br><br>I've been writing, in roleplay style, for roughly six years. I know that doesn't seem like a lot, but I pride myself on the quality of my posts, even if it occasionally takes me <span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i">FOR-FUCKING-EVER</span></span> to respond. <br><br>Other than writing, my hobbies include traditional and digital art (both realism and anime styles. It depends on my mood), video games of the mostly RPG nature and an occasional FPS, and music. Music is kind of the <span class="bb-b"><span class="bb-i"><span class="bb-u"><font color="#f26522"><span class="bb-s">THE REASON FOR MY FUCKING EXISTENCE ON THIS MISERABLE AND FORSAKEN PLANET</span></font></span></span></span> the reason I live.<br><br>When it comes to music, I am eclectic to the max. My playlist includes everything from Maroon 5 to Silversun Pickups to Editors to Avenged Sevenfold to Nightwish and all the way to Enya. It would be pointless to try to list all of the music I listen to. There are not enough available characters on this bio left.<br><br>I am also an avid reader, and I am particularly fond of Laini Taylor, James Patterson, Terry Pratchet, Neil Gaiman, and Cassandra Clare.<br><br>My favorite movies are The Crow, The Labyrinth, Stardust, and literally anything Marvel. <br><br>I am part of several fandom's, the most prominent being <font color="#39b54a">Homestuck,</font> <font color="#f26522">Marvel,</font> <font color="#8882be">DC,</font> and <font color="#440e62">The Black Jewels series.</font></div><br><br></div>