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Mallow gave a quiet giggle. Seemingly haven forgotten any doubts or suspicions he had about this stranger, the boy proudly and emphatically proclaimed his title to him.
“Yep, I am! My name’s Mallow. I’m the prince of Nimbus Land! Nice to meet you Mister Dimentio!”
The prince of Nimbus Land? Really? Dimentio quietly tucked that information away in the filing cabinets of his mind for when it was useful.
“Mallow! What a deliciously saccharine name! An honor to meet you, dear prince!” Dimentio lent his hand for Mallow to shake. “Well, Prince Mallow, never be afraid to call upon my services. I’m quite talented, I’ll have you know. Here’s my business card.”
Sure enough, there it was in embossed lavender: M. D. Dimentio, professional mercenary.
“Oh? It’s nothin’ to worry about.” Black Star answered the concerned creature with a friendly smile. “I’m what people call a gem, which is an alien race from space so, my skin color’s actually normal but, thank you for the concern.”
“A gem, you say...” Well, even with his long years, there were bound to be beings he had never seen before. “...Well, that sounds just stellar. Tell me about your species. I must admit, I’m not acquainted with your kind.”
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@masterofdimensions started following you.
The princess sensed a strange feeling of someone being closer to her. She turned and looked around nervously. What could it be now? “Who is it?” she called to then turn and see a familiar face. “Y-you? How is that possible?!”
“Please, madam, anything is possible with... Magic!~” She walked right into that one. “...And a few Ultra Shrooms. Unfortunately, I can never undo the damage your cruel blows did to, sob, my heart.”
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Closed thread with Masterofdimensions!
@masterofdimensions
It was a nice and calm day. Birds are singing, sun is shining and all is good. Jan was in the market section of the walled town, on break from quite literally hammering out contracted work he received from someone who lived in the forest.
The knight scanned along the stalls. So much food, yet so little time for himself to choose…..Ooh! He grinned just a bit, scooting over to a stall where there was a man roasting some meat on the spot, along with what looked like a large pot of decent smelling broth, which had all sorts of spices and veggies.. It looked so good… “…I’ll take on please.” With a nod, the merchant sliced up some meat and placed it in a bowl, ladling some of the soup afterwards, handing the other a bun along with it. After paying for it, he began his walk back to his storefront.
A mere five minutes pass…The knight passes by one of the strangest beings he’s ever seen. Right away, he feels that there’s something wrong. His hammer is missing. His…hammer. He needs that to make things with that….He hands off his lunch to some other person who was wandering the market as well and began with a quick walk towards the floating…person…thing. “Hey! Stop right there! I believe you stole something of mine…”
What a frightfully plebeian realm. Dimentio was surrounded by the dusty, unwashed masses. The laughter of unsupervised children, dogs barking, and the distracting hum of thousands of conversations buzzed around him in a confusing whirlwind. He despised it. It was exactly why he didn’t leave his house. But, Dimentio had a job to do, and his opulent, carefree lifestyle didn’t exactly pay for itself. At least in this size of crowd he could blend in...
“Pardon me?” Dimentio scoffed, rather insulted at the knight’s accusation,”I did no such thing! Does it look as though I could even hide a hammer under this?”
He flapped his shawl for effect.
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Another ‘Dimension’?
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BEN had been messing around with more of his games as it seemed that more and more games had a reality somewhere. he was beginning to wonder if creativity wasn’t just an outlet into another world at this point, as he slipped into yet another realm through one of his games. “Huh. there’s more depth then i was expecting from this…” he mused to himself. he could get home easily enough, may as well look around. without much thought he began to drift along following a path, when a splotch of purple caught his eye.
“Yo, mind telling me exactly where i am? kinda stumbled in.”
“Oh yes, you--”
When Dimentio turned around, he wasn’t expecting someone so... Creepy. Grambi above, this fellow’s face was disturbing. He wasn’t one to judge--well, actually, he was. He was judging right now.
“--you’re in Yold desert. Excuse me, are you all right? You seem... Worryingly ominous.”
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Guess which character appeared to be hella fun to draw
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dimented mentos doodle thing e c h
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this looks stupid i’m a fool
ask-castle-bleck
HE HAS RELEASED THE BEES
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[[ so i was clicking through the random previews of this cards against humanity deck and– ]]
Matthew lightly blinks at the other,taking in the others posture for a moment before raising one of his eyebrows and folds his arms across his chest
“ Thought ya never get lost……But you’re at 2Fort mate….A War zone ”
“Ah, yes, that would explain the bullet holes...” Dimentio turned to all angles, taking the beautiful hunk of aged wood and farm equipment in. “Very... Rustic. Not exactly my cup of tea, but... What is the battle over? Not that I’m particularly interested in war if I’m not being paid.”
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“ Ah ha ha. “
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devotedillusion
if u were not rping in 2012-13 i genuinely feel sorry for u. u missed so much. everybody was forced to tag their ooc posts but never their nsfw. nobody gave a shit abt underage smut. we all used the same gifs from the same gif hunts. nobody made their own shit. we all used these themes that everybody remembers but i can’t recall the name of. bios were in first person. threads were never cut. mobile rping was the norm. skype wasn’t a thing, only chatzy. there were no fancy tags, no formatting. it was an experience.
Psst. Sitch’s kink is ancient grandpa jester assholes pass it on.
ask-castle-bleck
That sounds really wrong I hope you realize that
Wink wonk