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2 days ago
Current shit, grins on your growing graduation, my, motherfucking, member of the memo making market.
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7 days ago
Shit, it's halloween, prepare for the, motherfucking, friend funnel in the side to be haunted by ghost mode for the spectral caricature alone.
7 days ago… Chilling harder than a failed, motherfucking anartic expedition. Ain't got the ink in my printer to push pose.
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Role Play Preferences: Pretty much everything except playing other characters and most slice of life plots. Elastic on most shit.

Fandoms: Silent hill, Homestuck, Bioshock(1-2) and pretty much all of HP lovecraft's stuff.

Personality: Ambiguously ?????????????????.

Favorite Homestuck characters: In order: Eridan, Karkat, gamzee, John.

Hate kanaya and Jade.

My Homestuck class: Bard of Void

Likes: Scented Candles, Writing, RP'ing-in almost any form really. Even if I haven't tried it before- Pixel Art, Making things period, Dressing up in my mad mass. Talking to folks. <3 that understand what I say all the time without me having to tame my tongue.

Dislike: Political talk-light prods for opinions are fine though if private- Being tied down. Talking about myself too much. Playing party therapist, Edgy shit.

Pretty approachable, most of the time I'm all fine with, motherfucking. dancing down a door way to someone else grounds to chill. I tend to either be chilling or drilling the oil out of the works so random absence or silences are a normal.

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shit, my comrade of the creation code. If we're going down the altruistic act we could, motherfucking, melt our motives together. Jameson swindel a shit load of, motherfucking, snake oilmen and potion pourers for remedies for his flash fevers due to how much they cost. Maybe he tried to drain your druid of some herbal healing and that's how she found out and got a good look at the hole in the cranium underneath the leather stadium.

That way we got a reason to say maybe he did something for Mirror-or to her or whatever, your deck to direct- Now they travel together. herbal pain relief in exchange for, motherfucking, peeping creeping.


Shit, don't sweat the syllable soup, my jurassic justice juggernaut. If my cobblestone communication gets too mixed up in its arrival to the ear, motherfucking, station. Just wave some sound wobbles at me and I'll try to translate to a neutral state.

Shit, yeah, we can maybe, motherfucking, be brewing in the toxin at a local memory hole where your feline fester in the froth with mine and somehow convinces him to allow her to write a journal on his behavor changes/fleshly failings at the loss of his brain railings. Maybe through a bet, payment way back before the game starts its tracks, or whatever way that doth best display your character relays.

shit, my strand of the biological demand. My, motherfucking, manic meat masher has a big visible leather layering he was glassed and has a chunk of his brain torn out. Which he still carries about with the glass still in it. That could be a motherfucking, study spark if that's you're turrent turner.

Shit, I'll bait some hooks for the twisted nook and knuckle knocker Jameson for anyone to grab if they, motherfucking, feel like it.


Shit, I double ding the bell of business for forming the melding of mind and, motherfucking, twistedness.

Shit, a trio of talented tale triggers setting out on as heroic figures....and Jameson. The abusive, middle aged, traumatized dirty fighting uncle.

Shit, this sentence sprang from my, motherfucking, clicker gulch and made an account. Keep your eyes from the FBI tracking down the secrect PSI, my aviation of animation.

@Cao the Exiled

shit, really. I'm more new to DnD than a, motherfucking, animal to the alphabet so I might of manslaughtered some of the mathmatics. I'll twist some gears and put back my characters life arrears later.

Shit, if we're deposited the dialogue dynamos into this digital dig hole then I might as well, motherfucking, vaporize the surprise and let my kindred clock around their eyes at the bartender knuckle sunrise. Might move some motions on where our longing lotions will be applied.


shit, my seyonce of the system. I ponder with my pointy protusion commander that we should be meddled by, motherfucking, twist and turns of the clock work universe than organic organision. That way we can, motherfucking, be meddled by our marbles while we look at marvels rather than solid stone steps as we move into our quest.

But a good half ale to sip on the relationship sail would be to maybe have a Relationship: in our character crewing so that way everyone can mark up any match ups they planned before the actual RP starts. EG: former lovers, adventurers, family ectr.
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