Granted, now he's a miserable, abusive redneck.
I wish for time itself to freeze.
I wish for time itself to freeze.
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8 yrs ago
Happy New Years to All!
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9 yrs ago
It's been "cold ass morning and hot ass afternoon" for too long now. I wanna be able to wear a jacket in the morning without melting into a puddle a few hours later.
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9 yrs ago
I joined like three raffles send ~*~good vibes~*~ y'all
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Happy birthday to me!
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"Welcome one, welcome all, feast your eyes upon the magnificent, the terrific, the powerful, the terrifying, the amazing,"
"Hi~"
Yes, it is I, the one and only Witch Cat! Who am I? Well, I'm a witch, and a cat, a witch cat if you will, and that's coincidently my name too! But I suppose you want to know more than that. So here are a few tabs to answer your questions for you!
Oh helleur, what a pawsome surprise seeing you here. It's just purrfect that you dropped in meow, I'm glad to have you. Oh I'm just kitten, I'll stop with the puns now.
Well, hello, I'm Witch Cat, as you already know. And I'm an unimportant nobody on the internet with no life! Well, that first part is a lie, I'm wanted in 17 states but I digress. I guess you want to know a little more about me, so here goes. (God, I never learned how to start these)
So umm, I'm just a RPer on the internets. I'm from Iran, which makes me a PURRsian, and I moved to the states a while ago. I know 4 languages, only 2 of those fluently, but I still prefer RPing and talking in English. I'm not really a witch or a cat (or am I?), but I still like making good luck jars and sigils for the ~＊~ＡＥＳＴＨＥＴＩＣ~＊~. I think I have a notebook full of sigils and written rituals lying somewhere that I use for RPs.
Speaking of RPs, before the most I've done are short 1x1 RPs with strangers on Omegle, very few RPs which I remember fondly. But coming to the RPGuild was my first experience RPing in a group and I've been loving it so far! I've met a lot of wonderful people, joined a bunch of memorable RPs, and had a butt load of fun. Can't wait for more!
RPs I'm In
RPs I GM In
- None!
Will update soon, but for now, enjoy a gif of Suzy/AKA genderbent me tbh
Well, that's pretty much it. I'll probs add more stuff later but for now,
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Goddamn yellow bellies can't make a choice!
Ugh.
Anyway.
I choose Hero because, Heroes never die.
Screw a nail, or nail a screw?
Goddamn yellow bellies can't make a choice!
Ugh.
Anyway.
I choose Hero because, Heroes never die.
Screw a nail, or nail a screw?
Granted! But it all came out of your own pocket, so you're massively in debt and the mafia is already knocking on your door to break your knees.
I wish to have my wish corrupted.
I wish to have my wish corrupted.
He's 74 years old, and America's only hope.
In
Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}
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10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
“Is that a,” Cerberus’ bewildered tone stopped halfway as he looked onto the trap in a mixture of curiosity and disbelief.
“It is!” Coal exclaimed, hurrying over to the shattered glass, “A Rot Bomb, I used to love throwing these around.” Coal’s upbeat smile vanished as soon as the smell hit him. The now detonated rot bomb had an aura of rotting flesh that extended a few feet away from it, and the putrid smell of disease hit him like a truck, taking all his effort to not gag. Cerberus chuckled from the side. The bomb wasn’t the most powerful, but it was effective.
He waved his hand at the shattered glass, causing it to silently disappear under the bed, leaving a disgusting damp trail of rot leading to the fermented bed. What was an ice mage doing with a Rot Bomb anyway?
It was a simple enchantment for beginners that even Coal was too good for, being used by someone with the power to cause an eternal winter? Just didn’t add up in Coal’s head. He thought the crook may possibly have a child, or maybe the crook was a child. Coal shook his head free of the thoughts, no need to speculate without any further proof.
Stepping back from the scene of the crime, Coal sadly didn’t find much else to explore. No one was going to leave incriminating evidence under a blanket with more holes than swiss cheese anyway, and so he stood with his hands to his hips. ”What now?”, he thought, still scanning the room. The kitchen was thoroughly examined, the basement was being searched, and Coal was up here. His fingers twitched with restlessness, he wanted to do something.
He caught Azai’s eye for a brief second, arching his eyebrow when he saw him fiddling with a little black box. A safe. He found such useful evidence and didn’t bother telling Coal? Coal was too curious to be mad when he strode over to Azai’s side, the wet, rotten wood letting out a soft, unnerving squelch as he stepped on a practically rotten space of wood. Obviously the work of magic, he could hear the twinkling of RainBow Dust downstairs as Azai’s magic triggered the accelerated rotting.
Peering over Azai’s shoulder with his eyes fixated on the box, Azai finally turned around, apparently too sucked in by the box he wasn’t shocked that Coal was standing directly behind him. The safe was already opened anyway, a shame, Coal thought. He had moonwort, and lotus root prepared, perfect ingredients for an unlocking spell.
”Coal I think I found something come take a look”, Azai said, causing Coal to internally go “Aww”, Azai actually called him over! Never mind he was already behind him and staring intently into the safe’s contents, thinking to himself what a riveting find it was.
“It’s filled to the brim with useful evidence.” was he sarcastic or sincere? Coal’s flat tone didn’t give out which.
“It is!” Coal exclaimed, hurrying over to the shattered glass, “A Rot Bomb, I used to love throwing these around.” Coal’s upbeat smile vanished as soon as the smell hit him. The now detonated rot bomb had an aura of rotting flesh that extended a few feet away from it, and the putrid smell of disease hit him like a truck, taking all his effort to not gag. Cerberus chuckled from the side. The bomb wasn’t the most powerful, but it was effective.
He waved his hand at the shattered glass, causing it to silently disappear under the bed, leaving a disgusting damp trail of rot leading to the fermented bed. What was an ice mage doing with a Rot Bomb anyway?
It was a simple enchantment for beginners that even Coal was too good for, being used by someone with the power to cause an eternal winter? Just didn’t add up in Coal’s head. He thought the crook may possibly have a child, or maybe the crook was a child. Coal shook his head free of the thoughts, no need to speculate without any further proof.
Stepping back from the scene of the crime, Coal sadly didn’t find much else to explore. No one was going to leave incriminating evidence under a blanket with more holes than swiss cheese anyway, and so he stood with his hands to his hips. ”What now?”, he thought, still scanning the room. The kitchen was thoroughly examined, the basement was being searched, and Coal was up here. His fingers twitched with restlessness, he wanted to do something.
He caught Azai’s eye for a brief second, arching his eyebrow when he saw him fiddling with a little black box. A safe. He found such useful evidence and didn’t bother telling Coal? Coal was too curious to be mad when he strode over to Azai’s side, the wet, rotten wood letting out a soft, unnerving squelch as he stepped on a practically rotten space of wood. Obviously the work of magic, he could hear the twinkling of RainBow Dust downstairs as Azai’s magic triggered the accelerated rotting.
Peering over Azai’s shoulder with his eyes fixated on the box, Azai finally turned around, apparently too sucked in by the box he wasn’t shocked that Coal was standing directly behind him. The safe was already opened anyway, a shame, Coal thought. He had moonwort, and lotus root prepared, perfect ingredients for an unlocking spell.
”Coal I think I found something come take a look”, Azai said, causing Coal to internally go “Aww”, Azai actually called him over! Never mind he was already behind him and staring intently into the safe’s contents, thinking to himself what a riveting find it was.
“It’s filled to the brim with useful evidence.” was he sarcastic or sincere? Coal’s flat tone didn’t give out which.
In
Ologies: A Study of Arcane Specialists {Paranormal Investigations and more}
→
10 yrs ago
Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Never mind, I totally misread Azai's post and now I feel like a chump.
Granted, all the world's migraines are now given to you.
I wish for the person granting my wish to grow taste buds in their ass and be able to taste with them.
I wish for the person granting my wish to grow taste buds in their ass and be able to taste with them.
I clicked on a bunch of the posts and links and apparently most of them are advertising one of those casino games. I'm pretty sure I also contracted AIDs from the links.
Oh god, no Korean Spam Bots. We don't want your furniture, or what ever you're selling.
(But seriously, can anyone translate the text and tell me what it says?)
(But seriously, can anyone translate the text and tell me what it says?)
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