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I updated the blog and now thereâs a nice page that summarizes everything that happened so far. Donât expect anything serious though hahah. The blog will be back up and running in the near future. Sorry for the sudden hiatus. ;v;
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nice door......... it'd be a shame if someone punched it down......
An imposing and blurry woman
hiya everybody!! iâm Oliver, and iâm an adventurer!! hehe, isnât that amazing?!
((OOC: OH MY GOSH iâve had this blog forever and iâm finally able to use it!! so yee, this is an ask blog for fanpro #0892! qwq iâm still in the process of getting the page finished up, and i still have to draw a few things for it, but in the meantime maybe send in some asks?? :0 !!))
The creature that enters never saw a bell on the door as they opened it. In fact, they never saw a doorknob or any way to open it, but as they moved their hand towards it, the door seemed to open on its own, obeying the creatureâs thoughts as if this were a normal, everyday door activity. Well, telepathic doors are all the rage now. As the creature enters, they have difficulty getting their large body through the door frame. Societal norms ruining their day again.
The giant, sad creature isâŚ
â An over-sized yellow snail girl who youâre not even certain is of legal drinking age. But well, this place seemed shady enough that it might not even matter.
â A giant bleeding face with roots. Perturbing, but probably not hostile. Maybe.
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I need some oc blogs to follow so like this if ur an oc blog and you follow fanpro blogs???
Send me a (âďžâďž)â and Iâll draw my muse in your muses clothing! And if you have more than one muse which one!
How did the fear labyrinth mystery thing end did anyone die?
Are you ready for a test?
{Yes a test! A test of guts and sense of fear! Thatâs right. Tonight is   with your good host Environment! Yes indeedy, your characters will know true fear when they wake into this treacherous maze that can break anyone down! The chat will be hosted in here and this even will start at 6 PM EDT. While we wait feel to come in and chat with me before this event roles around. This is opened up to Fanpro, NGC and even your own OCs so all can join in the fun! If you have trouble getting in, here is a 10-limit cheat that you can use. Hope to see you soon!}
394 awaits your questions silently.
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What who decapitated a dude on ur roller coaster not me I love circuses 10/10 would come again
I was drawing something else but it turned into this whoops no regrets
how old is your blog? and your characters? (date creation speaking)
Uhhhh the blog was made on September 3rd I think??? Just in time to go back to school hahah that was a smart plan if I ever had one. So Bleak has been around since then. Not even a year small sheep child. Â Wow. Concordiaâs been around since November 8th and yeah thatâs all I got. 954 and butterfly nerd have been around since like a week ago. And also thereâs another character thatâs been around since day uno and has been mentioned in passing once or twice but hasnât been introduced yet. 8]
Bleak stared at the entrance to the circus, appearing to be in deep thought. Hunting in the same place twice was never a good thing, but she did have an awful lot of fun decapitating that guy on the roller coaster. Oh, but maybe it would be out of order if it was still a mess... And besides that, there was a certain someone she didn't want to get involved with. As the thought crossed her mind, she spotted that someone and almost immediately turned around. Yup. Best to leave now.
Cotton perks up when he sees Bleak, and quickly fades into lavender mist and reforms beside her, Â âBleak!~ I am pleased to see you here again!â He smiles delightfully, âBut! Not long after I had left you alone, quite an incident happened on our roller coaster. You wouldnât happen to know anything about that, would you?â His voice and expression isnât at all negative, but his intent stare at Bleak may give off a different vibe.
âAre you stupid?â Bleak stared at the man in front of her, still not used to that strange way of disappearing and reappearing that he was so fond of. The gaze he returned her with almost made Bleak want to pull away. Well, she wasnât lying, she was just avoiding the question. Her gaze more than eagerly broke away from his, her ears flicking in response. âCome to your own conclusions.â
âBesides, Iâm not here to see--â Bleak paused, then frowned, her ears falling in a slightly aggressive nature. âYour name. You never told me your name.â
She wasnât fond of people knowing her name when she didnât know theirs. It felt like he had some kind of advantage. Plus it was just downright rude. Then again, she did forget, so maybe not so much as rude...
The biggest question Bleak had when entering a room was whether she wanted to break a window or just ring the god damn door bell. In this case, she compromised, and kicked the door open. Unfortunately, the door didn't break with only that amount of forcefulness. Should have put her back into it. Damn good carpentry. "Ah well... meal time."
Chris gripped the side of the table that he had been sitting at to keep his balance. He took a second to catch his breath before he made an attempt to study the person in front him. Person? They didnât seem to be human with their long horns and animal-like ears. What did they say? Something about a meal? The comment suddenly reminded him of the pizza he had been occupied with until his door had nearly been shot of his hinges.Â
If it meant giving his dinner to whoever this was and making them go away, by all means.
He pushed the meal on the table towards her. âIf itâs a meal you want⌠I suppose you can have mine.â
âCome on,â Chris urged, settling on the chair opposite. Lie? How did they know he didnât have any ideas? They didnât read minds, did they? âHumor me. Iâll tell you mine if you want? Nameâs Christopher. And you?â He put a hand out to Bleak and tilted his head curiously.
He wasnât very good at this whole lying thing. Then again, he probably didnât need to be in most situations. He seemed like a regular, stand-up kind of human. How droll. Christopher. Even his name wasnât all that interesting. She stared at his hand, then back at him, responding curtly and refusing to take his hand, âBleak.â
âYouâre terribly boring, arenât you?â Bleak was pretty good at unintentionally insulting people. However, there was a focus behind the change in subject. âLetâs see... Perhaps if you can show me something interesting, Iâll spare you. That shouldnât be too hard. Iâll give you five minutes.
Humor me.â
The biggest question Bleak had when entering a room was whether she wanted to break a window or just ring the god damn door bell. In this case, she compromised, and kicked the door open. Unfortunately, the door didn't break with only that amount of forcefulness. Should have put her back into it. Damn good carpentry. "Ah well... meal time."
Chris gripped the side of the table that he had been sitting at to keep his balance. He took a second to catch his breath before he made an attempt to study the person in front him. Person? They didnât seem to be human with their long horns and animal-like ears. What did they say? Something about a meal? The comment suddenly reminded him of the pizza he had been occupied with until his door had nearly been shot of his hinges.Â
If it meant giving his dinner to whoever this was and making them go away, by all means.
He pushed the meal on the table towards her. âIf itâs a meal you want⌠I suppose you can have mine.â
Part of Bleak wanted to argue that she didnât need help. She was perfectly fine tearing off his fingernails one by one and then gouging out his eyes if he wanted to insult her like that. However, there was a small part of her that was interested in his proposal.
âWhat? You have a better idea?â Bleak frowned, giving in to her curiosity as she pulled away and sat down, leaning against the table casually. âWell, letâs hear it. Maybe thereâs something going on in that brain of yours that makes it worth the delay in my dinner⌠or notâŚâ
Bleak sighed, strongly doubting this guy would have any better suggestions. Still, it was never a good idea for her to insult someoneâs intelligence. After all, she wasnât the brightest bulb in the box by any means.
Chris gave a little smile, relieved. He hadnât expected the other to agree, even if they were a bit hesitant. But it had been a lie. He really didnât have any ideas but he had to find a way to get out of this. âMaybe, maybe notâŚâ He muttered under his breath.
Should he run? Could he even do that? He was fast but this person might be faster. âBut first, why donât you tell me your name? Itâs only polite donât you think?â
âMy name? What, on the off chance that I donât kill you?â Bleak commented dryly, her doubt only growing as he asked her a completely off topic question. âI just kicked your door open. Do you really think Iâm that concerned about being polite?â
Bleak grumbled something under her breath, then turned her attention to the window. âYou shouldnât lie to a demon, you know. Bad karma, or something. Or maybe it has the reverse effect...â
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The biggest question Bleak had when entering a room was whether she wanted to break a window or just ring the god damn door bell. In this case, she compromised, and kicked the door open. Unfortunately, the door didn't break with only that amount of forcefulness. Should have put her back into it. Damn good carpentry. "Ah well... meal time."
Chris gripped the side of the table that he had been sitting at to keep his balance. He took a second to catch his breath before he made an attempt to study the person in front him. Person? They didnât seem to be human with their long horns and animal-like ears. What did they say? Something about a meal? The comment suddenly reminded him of the pizza he had been occupied with until his door had nearly been shot of his hinges.Â
If it meant giving his dinner to whoever this was and making them go away, by all means.
He pushed the meal on the table towards her. âIf itâs a meal you want⌠I suppose you can have mine.â
Bleak stared at the fellow in front of her, a small smile cracking on her face. She almost laughed, in fact, but she stifled it as she moved closer. She had never had someone so calmly offer her their meal. âSorry, buddy, I donât eat pizza.â
âNo, no, not quite what Iâm looking for.â Bleak licked her lips, her eyes narrowing beneath thick locks of blonde hair. She moved unnervingly close, inspecting the boy carefully. After a moment, she locked her arm around his neck in an all too familiar way for the following threat. âDonât worry, Iâm not very elegant. One quick jab through the chest, and youâre as good as cooked in my book!â
Chris bit his bottom lip as the other slung their arm around his neck. Now he was a bit annoyed. He had a sort of pet peeve with people he barely knew touching him so familiarly. âThatâs not all that reassuring, actually.â He murmured. âAnd I hate to break it to you, but I wonât be anyoneâs meal tonight. But if you insist, I might be able to help you out?
Part of Bleak wanted to argue that she didnât need help. She was perfectly fine tearing off his fingernails one by one and then gouging out his eyes if he wanted to insult her like that. However, there was a small part of her that was interested in his proposal.
âWhat? You have a better idea?â Bleak frowned, giving in to her curiosity as she pulled away and sat down, leaning against the table casually. âWell, letâs hear it. Maybe thereâs something going on in that brain of yours that makes it worth the delay in my dinner... or not...â
Bleak sighed, strongly doubting this guy would have any better suggestions. Still, it was never a good idea for her to insult someoneâs intelligence. After all, she wasnât the brightest bulb in the box by any means.
The biggest question Bleak had when entering a room was whether she wanted to break a window or just ring the god damn door bell. In this case, she compromised, and kicked the door open. Unfortunately, the door didn't break with only that amount of forcefulness. Should have put her back into it. Damn good carpentry. "Ah well... meal time."
Chris gripped the side of the table that he had been sitting at to keep his balance. He took a second to catch his breath before he made an attempt to study the person in front him. Person? They didnât seem to be human with their long horns and animal-like ears. What did they say? Something about a meal? The comment suddenly reminded him of the pizza he had been occupied with until his door had nearly been shot of his hinges.Â
If it meant giving his dinner to whoever this was and making them go away, by all means.
He pushed the meal on the table towards her. âIf itâs a meal you want⌠I suppose you can have mine.â
Bleak stared at the fellow in front of her, a small smile cracking on her face. She almost laughed, in fact, but she stifled it as she moved closer. She had never had someone so calmly offer her their meal. âSorry, buddy, I donât eat pizza.â
âNo, no, not quite what Iâm looking for.â Bleak licked her lips, her eyes narrowing beneath thick locks of blonde hair. She moved unnervingly close, inspecting the boy carefully. After a moment, she locked her arm around his neck in an all too familiar way for the following threat. âDonât worry, Iâm not very elegant. One quick jab through the chest, and youâre as good as cooked in my book!â
