forum wHOAH EMI ACTUALLY HAS AN IDEA (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

Started October 07, 2018 by Deleted user

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YEs indeed my friends I do. Join and I'll fess up.

Slides into roleplay with socks on, hitting a wall Im okay!
Also, hi!

Sup!

Sup!

AHHAHAH HI SHADE STAR

QXEEN DUSKIE GEET OUT OF HERE I HAVEN"T RPED WITH SHADE IN MONTHS

Hi!

Slightly breathless as I finish yelling

Hi Shade! How are you?

Doing great, very flattered. Lol.

I is sad, I'm probably going to steal your idea now…..
Tries to get up but falls on bum

NO NO STEALING MY IDEAAS

Doing great, very flattered. Lol.

Don't be I haven't RPed with you since I got here (I think)!

I shall give you credit, do not fret

Yeah, I think so too.

I shall give you credit, do not fret

(I might join the rp)

huffs

You two be good stalkers, then.

I shall give you credit, do not fret

(I might join the rp)

(Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllll yeah!)

Yeah, I think so too.

Sweet! Do you like Supernatural stuff?

HELL YEAH!

I shall give you credit, do not fret

(I might join the rp)

(Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllll yeah!)

(lol)

HELL YEAH!

IUHYJHUIWELL I GOT THE IDEA FOR YOU AND NO ONE ELSE IT"S MY IDEA NO STEALS

Lol, but yay!

But mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Yaaaaas alright lemmie write it out. It'll be kinda messy since i just got it but ya

But mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

nO

Nah, totally understandable.

Fineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee imma change it so i cant get copywrited

Because i am a scammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!

"The Fallen Angel"
-No Steals especially from Duskie and Co.

Supernaturals don't exist, You breathe to yourself as you step closer to what seemed like a victim from an accident. Except it's two in the morning and there isn't a car. The victim is on their knees and hands, panting, a strange white substance trickling down their face. They seemed to be melting, to clear up the harassment standard. They're dressed in a long cloak that fell down to their knees, but it was patched, frayed, and now stained as if they'd fallen from a far height. A pair of wings is hardly distinguishable from the distance you're standing at, but they're definitely there; drooped at their sides, huge, long and white. The white feathers were graying slowly as if the black stone of the road were affecting them directly. Their soft blonde hair turned a darker shade of black before your very eyes as they panted there on the street, the white falling, dripping onto the dark asphalt, yet it didn't linger… the substance faded like water.
You pulled closer and a little pebble shot out from your foot, clattering near them.
The thing looked up suddenly. The white that was falling from its face was skin, pale and sharp. Yet it fell away to reveal a darker mask. The white had fallen away enough to reveal a half-and-half, demonic dark, and angelic white; this made a gender and eye color shrowded in mystery. They scrambled back away from you, their large wings flapping mightily. Whatever it was, it seemed afraid of you, rather than the other way around.