Do we want fox lady sent to her room? -wolfish grin-
I can send fox lady to her room.
I can send fox lady to her room.
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Just a bunch of bunnies in a trench coat
STATUS: Guess who's back. Back again. I guess I'm back. Please don't tell a friend. It puts wayyyy too much stress on me and makes me feel like I need to do something and I can't handle the pressure! 2 mos ago
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Guess who's back. Back again. I guess I'm back. Please don't tell a friend. It puts wayyyy too much stress on me and makes me feel like I need to do something and I can't handle the pressure!
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I wanna be, the very best. That no one ever was!
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You know I make you wanna scream/ You know I make you wanna run from me, baby/ But know it's too late, you've wasted all your time, yeah
Bio
Oh let's see. I've been on this site for awhile. So I figured it's time for an update to this thing.
I'm old lol. Born in 1990. I'm sure you can do the math. I've been roleplaying since freshmen year in highschool. So I have a lot of experience, to say the least.
As for my tastes in rps. I like custom worlds that don't branch from fandoms. I'm personally not great at fandoms. I can do them if I like my partner enough but I just can't get into a mindset of a world that has everything set in it. I like dark, gritty roleplays that delve into the darker themes that tend to make people feel uncomfortable sometimes. I have and WILL kill off my characters if it feels like that's where the plot is going. Nothing is safe! I like to think of myself as a literate rper. You WILL get at least three paragraphs from me. Sometimes it can go up to pages if what is happening requires it but I usually keep to it under two pages for normal replies. I enjoy dynamic characters that are fun to play! I play both male and female roles without a problem and I am not opposed to LGBTQ+ relationships either. Most genres are not off the table except maybe slice of life. I'm already living a boring life. I don't roleplay to keep doing that.
I unfortunately have Major Depressive Disorder and though I take meds for it, sometimes my world just kind of crashes down around me and I may just vanish. My replies will become less frequent and then I'll just disappear off the face of the earth. I'm really sorry for people I've done this to in the past. I'm working on it.
I do group and 1x1 roleplays. I do have discord (BunniesofDoom) and can roleplay on that if you want but I much rather the site because my replies tend to get long and I don't like copy and pasting over and over just to get one reply out.
Well this is getting kind of long. I feel like I'm putting out an application. So I'll go ahead and end it here. If you want to roleplay, hit me up and we'll see if we mesh well!
I'm old lol. Born in 1990. I'm sure you can do the math. I've been roleplaying since freshmen year in highschool. So I have a lot of experience, to say the least.
As for my tastes in rps. I like custom worlds that don't branch from fandoms. I'm personally not great at fandoms. I can do them if I like my partner enough but I just can't get into a mindset of a world that has everything set in it. I like dark, gritty roleplays that delve into the darker themes that tend to make people feel uncomfortable sometimes. I have and WILL kill off my characters if it feels like that's where the plot is going. Nothing is safe! I like to think of myself as a literate rper. You WILL get at least three paragraphs from me. Sometimes it can go up to pages if what is happening requires it but I usually keep to it under two pages for normal replies. I enjoy dynamic characters that are fun to play! I play both male and female roles without a problem and I am not opposed to LGBTQ+ relationships either. Most genres are not off the table except maybe slice of life. I'm already living a boring life. I don't roleplay to keep doing that.
I unfortunately have Major Depressive Disorder and though I take meds for it, sometimes my world just kind of crashes down around me and I may just vanish. My replies will become less frequent and then I'll just disappear off the face of the earth. I'm really sorry for people I've done this to in the past. I'm working on it.
I do group and 1x1 roleplays. I do have discord (BunniesofDoom) and can roleplay on that if you want but I much rather the site because my replies tend to get long and I don't like copy and pasting over and over just to get one reply out.
Well this is getting kind of long. I feel like I'm putting out an application. So I'll go ahead and end it here. If you want to roleplay, hit me up and we'll see if we mesh well!
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Oh my god I completely forgot the Velvet and Iris bartender sitcom as a concept. Talking to her regulars like "'Sup, guys, this tall drink'a water here is Iris, my entirely platonic friend," with an exaggerated wink just to screw with her, and Iris--who up to this point has only seen a half-starved version of Velvet--gets to see her in a situation where she's entirely comfortable.
Let the chaos begin!
I: I'm gonna eat him.
V: You can't eat him.
I: I'm going to eat him.
C: You can eat me all day baby.
V: Okay, you can eat him.
@BunniesOfDoom A minor correction, if I may:
You probably wouldn't be able to see the Sulfreyans or the wyverneer already from where you are standing. Right now, it's the easterling barbarians that are coming over the ridge. The Sulfreyans (and your would-be precious mount) are in pursuit of them.
Noooo! Okay okay. I'll wait to see them
“Sir Orc, did any of us out right call you a beast- except that fool? That one particular fool over there?" She asked as she pointed to the skipping man who seemed to have paused and took out chalk to sketch all over his armor plate. She wasn't sure who that man was but he didn't seem to have a lick of sense rattling around in that skull of his if he was going to outright call an obviously battle won orc, one who was chosen just the same as them, a beast. She couldn't possibly save this man. She couldn't weave enough silk into her words to make that man safe if that Orc decided to turn his ire on him. She was going to distance herself from the man, as far and hard as she possibly could. She already had one very bad experience with a skilled blade man and she could only imagine how much more skilled this man was over the assassin. She would not be putting herself in such a situation that she would have to find out. “You have nothing to fear from me. I am no fool. I see your trophies. Not all intelligence is found in books.”
It seemed at least a few of the people weren't in a rush to hurry off like the armored fool. One even agreed that they should wait on the bird. She turned her eyes on her supporter and looked him up and down. He was decent in appearance, not that she was looking for a suitor. Just that out of all those in the group, he was rather appealing in appearance. He was the only human male that wasn't absolutely ancient in the group but his ideals were in the wrong place. Everyone knew that gold wasn't where power lies. Information is where power truly is. If you have the information, you can get all the gold you could possibly desire. “When this is all done and over, let me walk you through the true ways of the underworld. I will help you fill your coffers multiple times over. You'll have more gold than you know what to do with.” She grinned hungrily at him. She couldn't wait to get back to her empire and get things flowing again. She wondered if her own coffers were raided the moment she was captured or if her locks and traps kept them nice and secure for her. When she got out of this mess, she would have to go and see. It would be a pain to start from scratch but it wouldn't be impossible.
Malia was about to address the dwarf again, saying another snarky thing about the way the woman spoke when she heard a loud cry from her hawk out in the distance. This wasn't the 'I found a town' cry. This was a 'Danger will robinson! Danger!” cry. She looked out to see her hawk flying back at her at top speeds, flapping its wings as hard as its little heart would let it. It let out another cry and then an older gentleman who wasn't making it a habit to insult his party members spoke up, instructing everyone on the name of the mountain chain. Malia wasn't paying any attention. She had dropped to one knee and was digging profusely through her bag. She had one of the red stones in her hand from earlier but she dug hurriedly for another. That was when the older man said something was coming and that he had a bad feeling. “Over the ridge.” She responded as her hands finally dug to the very bottom of her satchel, finally finding an identical stone to the previous red stone she had out earlier. “Trouble indeed.”
The rumbling began to sound as the war cries flowed along the wind. They didn't have a lot of time. Not nearly enough if they were going to get any kind of breathing room. They had just arrived. For them to be attacked this quickly after only being here a few moments. This was a terrible omen! A terrible omen indeed.
She pulsed magic into both red stones and threw them into the air. The stones dissolved and condensed into two glorious red birds with wingspans that reached at least five feet. Their feathers glistened under the sunlight like firelight, dancing under its bright light as if ablaze and when she pointed, the birds ignited and dove. They swept along the grass about ten feet in front of them, lighting it ablaze and continued to sweep there, the fire wall growing wider and taller as they continued to sweep back and forth in front of them. Malia thought she was getting phoenixes when she bought this pair. Imagine her surprise when she learned that fire birds and phoenixes were not one and the same. Nonetheless, birds who could produce fire for you wherever you instructed were still incredibly useful.
Her hawk dove through the flame wall and came to settle on her arm that she held extended out for it. She pulled her wand from her satchel and touched it to the bird and it began to condense back down into the gem. She snatched the gem out of the air and pocketed it before tucking the wand into her belt for future use.
It seemed at least a few of the people weren't in a rush to hurry off like the armored fool. One even agreed that they should wait on the bird. She turned her eyes on her supporter and looked him up and down. He was decent in appearance, not that she was looking for a suitor. Just that out of all those in the group, he was rather appealing in appearance. He was the only human male that wasn't absolutely ancient in the group but his ideals were in the wrong place. Everyone knew that gold wasn't where power lies. Information is where power truly is. If you have the information, you can get all the gold you could possibly desire. “When this is all done and over, let me walk you through the true ways of the underworld. I will help you fill your coffers multiple times over. You'll have more gold than you know what to do with.” She grinned hungrily at him. She couldn't wait to get back to her empire and get things flowing again. She wondered if her own coffers were raided the moment she was captured or if her locks and traps kept them nice and secure for her. When she got out of this mess, she would have to go and see. It would be a pain to start from scratch but it wouldn't be impossible.
Malia was about to address the dwarf again, saying another snarky thing about the way the woman spoke when she heard a loud cry from her hawk out in the distance. This wasn't the 'I found a town' cry. This was a 'Danger will robinson! Danger!” cry. She looked out to see her hawk flying back at her at top speeds, flapping its wings as hard as its little heart would let it. It let out another cry and then an older gentleman who wasn't making it a habit to insult his party members spoke up, instructing everyone on the name of the mountain chain. Malia wasn't paying any attention. She had dropped to one knee and was digging profusely through her bag. She had one of the red stones in her hand from earlier but she dug hurriedly for another. That was when the older man said something was coming and that he had a bad feeling. “Over the ridge.” She responded as her hands finally dug to the very bottom of her satchel, finally finding an identical stone to the previous red stone she had out earlier. “Trouble indeed.”
The rumbling began to sound as the war cries flowed along the wind. They didn't have a lot of time. Not nearly enough if they were going to get any kind of breathing room. They had just arrived. For them to be attacked this quickly after only being here a few moments. This was a terrible omen! A terrible omen indeed.
She pulsed magic into both red stones and threw them into the air. The stones dissolved and condensed into two glorious red birds with wingspans that reached at least five feet. Their feathers glistened under the sunlight like firelight, dancing under its bright light as if ablaze and when she pointed, the birds ignited and dove. They swept along the grass about ten feet in front of them, lighting it ablaze and continued to sweep there, the fire wall growing wider and taller as they continued to sweep back and forth in front of them. Malia thought she was getting phoenixes when she bought this pair. Imagine her surprise when she learned that fire birds and phoenixes were not one and the same. Nonetheless, birds who could produce fire for you wherever you instructed were still incredibly useful.
Her hawk dove through the flame wall and came to settle on her arm that she held extended out for it. She pulled her wand from her satchel and touched it to the bird and it began to condense back down into the gem. She snatched the gem out of the air and pocketed it before tucking the wand into her belt for future use.
I call the flyer! It's mine! You can't have it!
Crappy posts are crappy. Sorry yall lol. I'm trying my best
It seemed things were flowing along smoothly. Many of the people had scattered and went about their way to gather things. Adrila had even deposited the bard onto the lovely couple that quickly put him to work. Things seemed to be flowing remarkably smoothly. As she peered into the cart at the food she could see, she marked down the few items in the bottom corner of her sheet. She spotted jams and spreads with some bread but that seemed to be the only obvious things she could find without actively digging in their supplies and opening things up and even though they were kind and generous to the bard and shared their bread with him, she would not be taking their food without their permission, no matter how much her rumbling stomach wanted her to.
She quickly stepped away from the cart so as to not be tempted and walked over to the barrels the older gentleman was hauling out of his cart. She took note of the vast amounts of tools and items located within and smiled. It seemed the man was a carpenter or something of the type. That would be quite useful when they had to start rebuilding the town again. Hell, he could even split the wood properly for them to fix up the well. She slowly nodded to herself before she stepped out of their way and further into the center of the area. She peered around until her eyes fell on the only other building in one piece besides the stone building Sheryl and Daryl had already claimed, the wooden longhouse.
She stepped into it and peered in. It was filthy but there were cots scattered about, some flipped on their sides or upside down completely. She got to work on sorting the cots upright and against the wall before she went out to get a branch with many leaves still on it. Using said branch as a broom, she began to sweep the floor and get as much of the dirt out of the building as she could. It took a long time. A branch was not an ideal broom but it eventually got the job done, leaving Adrila with a sweaty brow but a broad grin on her face.
She quickly stepped away from the cart so as to not be tempted and walked over to the barrels the older gentleman was hauling out of his cart. She took note of the vast amounts of tools and items located within and smiled. It seemed the man was a carpenter or something of the type. That would be quite useful when they had to start rebuilding the town again. Hell, he could even split the wood properly for them to fix up the well. She slowly nodded to herself before she stepped out of their way and further into the center of the area. She peered around until her eyes fell on the only other building in one piece besides the stone building Sheryl and Daryl had already claimed, the wooden longhouse.
She stepped into it and peered in. It was filthy but there were cots scattered about, some flipped on their sides or upside down completely. She got to work on sorting the cots upright and against the wall before she went out to get a branch with many leaves still on it. Using said branch as a broom, she began to sweep the floor and get as much of the dirt out of the building as she could. It took a long time. A branch was not an ideal broom but it eventually got the job done, leaving Adrila with a sweaty brow but a broad grin on her face.
"I find the alchemist annoying too but wanting to kill her? My gods, that's a tad extreme, don't you think?"
Yall be rude to Malia and watch who's going to miss out on her evening feasts when she spawns animals from her charms solely for the slaughter
Yall be rude to Malia and watch who's going to miss out on her evening feasts when she spawns animals from her charms solely for the slaughter
I'm get a post up today. I'm trying to thaw out lol. It's cold outside lately
It's unfortunate we have people who haven't logged on for 18+ days.
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