#flarping

Name: UnaeaH Tolliv

Age: 9.5 Solar Sweeps (19 earth years)

Blood caste: Jade Caste

Typing Quirk: Replaces Capital and lower case O's with hearts, Replaces I's with semicolons. Uses periods to end sentences and commas to make a pause in a sentence (but is not so good with punctuation so probably uses the commas incorrectly) but ends all parapgraphs with A ❦

Makes their text small to indicate whispers

And does the same thing in bold text to indicate yelling

(Example)- Clean my fuck;ng hᰔuse up!! Befᰔre ; take all th;s sh;t under th;s tree back tᰔ the stᰔre!!

Ya'll b;tches a;n't gᰔnna have Nᰔᩚ Chr;stmas ;f ya'll keep Fuck;n w;th me❦

ChumHandle: CaringMaven (CM)

They're a Prospit Dreamer

Lusus: Looks like a weird mix between a mantis and a centipede (body and antennas like a centipede,head/arms/wings of a mantis)

Classpect: Page of Heart

FetchModi: nintendo

How's it work: works like how a Nintendo 3ds Library would work

You can expand it to show more items

Downside is that it has a limited amount of space/storage. The bigger the item the more storage it takes up

Items will pop out of modus if the spaces reach the max limit or storage is full.

Strife Specibus: BeltKind ⛓️‍💥

(They have a heald mouth injury and robotic hands/feet due to the actions of extreme roleplaying)

They’re flarping as Red Riding Høød because I thøught it wøuld be cute and I like Vriska’s cøstume :3

It was never easy to understand the trolls. That was rude, but their culture was so deeply different than his own, John couldn't help feeling that way. Still, the one he had the most trouble with was always, always Vriska. She didn't make any sense, not just because of the troll stuff, but because she liked all of it. Even Karkat, with his weird imperialism boner, could stand to admit that maybe murder wasn't like, the best state-sponsored thing.

But Vriska would just scoff, and tell him he should try FLARPing sometime, and nothing would come of it.

Not that he was really trying to get into talking about that stuff, but just trying to find common ground with her. They were stuck with each other on the new planet, so he might as well, right?

Which was how he ended up cowering under an outcropping of stone, holding Zillyhoo against his chest and listening to explosions go off around him. The end of his hood had brushed over one of the mines Vriska had planted, and now he couldn't move, because he had no idea where the rest might be. He could hear her cackling between booms.

After a minute of silence, he peered over the edge, and she was barreling down on him, some kind of laser-heated sword raised in hand, and he screamed out loud, swinging hard with his hammer.

He felt it connect, heavy, solid. Her breath came out all at once. Something snapped, and she went flying. Electricity shot up his spine, twisted under his ribs, and he chased her, convinced that this would kill her -- again -- for real -- again. He skidded across the blighted soil she used as a blasting field on his knees, and grabbed her face, watching blood drip down her chin and trying to breathe.

hey do y’all ever just