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8 yrs ago
I'm trying to be more active than I was before, so here's commenting on the Spam and other Misc. forums.
8 yrs ago
Oh boy I'm beat 😥
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Great job everybody! Kudos! *spills coffee everywhere* Here's for more awesome stuff! ... No stabbity-stab love please D8



Hope your net smooths out soon, Rex :0
Meanwhile I'll type up a post
:0 ... Oh my. It's that time. Anyway, thanks for the posts, guys!

Thanks to the point Jasper and Inadi have brought up, I think I'll change a thing.

Also I tried making banners and it's kinda hard OTL Kudos to artists who make them


Aliquam: La Mansión de Cervántes

Lute woke up early as usual, although he might have done so a few hours earlier than his norm thanks to Lucien. The summoner had a far too grand time recounting the tales of that accursed utensil. “The haunted spoon… It creeps up on unsuspecting sleeping people… And stabs them in the eye!” Or something like that. In any case, the virtuoso donated the bed to Lucien and slept near the fireplace because the haunted spoon was, for some reason, scared of fire. Delilah, of course, had been outright skeptical of the story but it was better to be safe than missing an eye.

The next morning, Lute checked on Lucien to see if the haunted spoon had indeed visited the boy, but the summoner looked fine. “I guess angels were watching over him,” The young man yawned as he left the room and headed over to the kitchen. It was a habit of his that when he woke up he’d make breakfast for himself, but a cook was already there. Of course. So, Lute did the second best thing and volunteered to gather herbs from the garden.

“Good morning mi- Xandra,” He chirped at the metallurgist who had gotten up early as well. She laughed and left quickly, leaving Lute to wonder if he had anything on his face. When he returned to the kitchen with his basket of sage, Lute noticed that Dylan and Aria were already at the table. The chef moved in and arranged the breakfast on the table, so he decided to brew a cup of coffee for himself and the others.

“Morning!” The white-haired man said as he placed Aria’s cup near her face, then slid a saucer with four round white pills in between her and the matter artist. “Make sure to eat something before taking the meds.”
Okay I'll post now > <
Guys look at this cutie



Scratch that,
I'll eat breakfast first. It's raining a lot here. I love the rain. = w =
FrozenEcstasy said
WAITI KNOW YOU TOO


Of course you know me
I'm your greatest nightmaaaaaaare 8DDDDDD .... Hehehe.

e n e Why do I only recognize people when they used their old username- *buried*

Anyway good night I'm finally finished with calendar making /o/;
Crescendo said
Tinierme was my starting point, so I've actually only been RPing for about two years total, I'd say?


She says two years but her tentacles say a milennia


Aliquam: La Mansión de Cervántes

To be honest, Lute would’ve felt more at home in simpler surroundings, but it was generous of the de Cervántes siblings to have extended their offer. When the Pride was ushered into the grandiose living room, the virtuoso vigorously wiped his shoes on the doormat before taking a step on the smooth marble flooring. They were given directions on where to go- "Take the left hallway all the way through, and you'll find some doors with empty rooms and empty beds and..."- and Lute bowed at Rose and Angel. “Thank you for the hospitality!” He exclaimed as one of their members deigned to use the sofa as her bed. Syed and Moira would stay behind with Amy while Trixie accompanied him and the others to the hallway.

The youngster’s cheering reached Lute’s ears and he turned towards Trixie, a bright smile on his face. “That’s a cool plan, but let’s be extra careful tomorrow, okay? Supervillains always have a trump card or something… Like in that book where the hero defeated the bad guy and then the bad guy turned into an even badder guy!” The virtuoso shook his head in distaste. “Let’s just hope he’s not a dragon.”

Lute walked further down the hallway as the others went off on their own. “Hey, miss Xandra, can you, uh…” He transferred Aria’s weight onto Xandra and although the half-asleep illusionist might not appreciate that action, it was the proper thing to do. He opened a door near the end of the corridor and was greeted by the sight of a large, well-furnished bedroom. “Wow, it’s kind of… Way too big for one person. Who wants to share rooms? I can sleep on the floor. I like sleeping on floors,” Lute laughed nervously as he eyed the thick and very comfortable-looking rug near the fireplace. Let’s face it, his cot was practically a rug, so familiarity breeds affection? That or the huge canopy bed frightened him. The virtuoso thought that if he slept in that thing, he’d wake up all rich and snooty. Maybe with a wine glass in one hand.
I'm totally fine with the downperiod! I'm not sure how to phrase it properly but uh... I just think it would be great haha?

Frances and I will just be here, appreciating faces and bodies. Whoa Buns. :0 That kind of person would've been really useful during plays and other heavy lifting stuff.

Edit: Posted! Sorry I took so long. u v u I was hungry and watched The Last Holiday. I'll also go think more about Frances's skillset yea.
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