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WHO: Nicholas D. Wolfwood, the cottage crew, and you?
WHERE: Gemini
WHEN: after wave 1 of the Problems, before wave 2
WHAT: sometimes the horrors persevere but so do you. the world might be 50/50 on whether it's ending in the coming days, but you're gonna live your domestic farm boy dreams all the goddamn same.
WARNINGS: mild sexual innuendo

girl help no one told me life was gonna be this way; network post; video; un: ndwolfwood

[ at least Wolfwood has his camera figured out and sitting at a comfortable distance from his face as he smokes his customary cigarette. Fritter is fighting for lap space with the phone, so sorry if you sometimes get an apply earball in the way, sorry fam. ]

So being that I came from a shithole wasteland desertscape, I never thought I'd, uh, run into a problem like the one I'm currently having. [ inhale, smoke curl, more scritches to try and pacify the apple demon trying to get into his lap as Wolfwood lifts the phone and turns the camera out over Persephone's garden in full bloom, flush and full of life. you might catch a glimpse of the cottage crew in the background, as well as the menagerie of animals they've slowly pulled together. Kuroneko-sama naps in an apple tree. ]

I have too much food. [ that might be a touch of wonder in his voice. ] We only eat so much and preserves take up space, so we're tryin' to figure out something to do with all this stuff. Somebody came up with the idea of a roadside stand, but we're out of the way for most people--but if you wanna drop by, that's probably where you'll see Kni if he ain't doin' his part time job at Vergil's. I ain't getting paid enough to explain to a middle school why my ten year old is sixteen now.

[ he turns the phone back towards him, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. ]

So, yeah. If you wanna buy fruits, vegetables, an' eggs we've got more than enough and I deliver. Vash also makes a mean pie. I really just wanna get stuff to folks since I'd rather eat my arm than let food rot, but the damn trees I stole from the weird animal island pop like every other day and I'm runnin' out of space to store all these fruits.

[ and then because Wolfwood's life is a bad comedy routine, a pair of voices pipe up: "C'mon, Nico, I have a name!" and "I got a couple of ideas, Nicky~". Wolfwood's face doesn't move. he takes another drag off his cigarette. ]

And if anybody can set me up with a good divorce lawyer before I give my husbands a Gunsmoke divorce, that'd be great. Y'can ping me or Vash if you wanna set up an order. Don't die out there.

need 450 wood to build a farm stand; action

[ and if anyone wants to come by, the garden's as chaotic as it normally is. there's a new addition of a pile of lumber and the bones of a roadside stand and a couple of heavy baskets to put on said stand once it's an actual structure and not just a dream. if you come early enough, you might get there in time to catch Wolfwood throwing apples at Dante in the world's weirdest way of making cider. ]

asipofbride

WHO: Nicholas D. Wolfwood and you.
WHERE: the Metaverse - Noman's Land
WHEN: the month of May
WHAT: sọ̸͒m̷̥̽ĕ̷̛̜̺t̶̐̃ͅ𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰

the Eye of Michael and Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Pastor of the St. Michael's Church, do hereby enter into the following contract with respect to their work. the Pastor agrees to faithfully perform all duties as commanded in the Eye of Michael, effective ████ ███, █.█. ███, and to abide by all rules and regulations swearing in the name of the two Angels sent by God.

the Pastor agrees to receive immortal glory from the Priest ███████ through the Suffering of the Holy Angels.

in the event of abandonment of his duties, or in the event that the Executive Board determines that there is sufficient cause, the Pastor shall be permanently expelled from the Eye of Michael and St. Michael's Church, and the family members of the Pastor shall be Subject to the same punishment.

WARNINGS: medical experimentation, insects, body horror, needles, religious trauma, gore, death.

??? — NOMAN'S LAND — summaries and links

♫ HUNGRY!

Are you ever going to be fast enough to outrun everything, Judas?

ONCE UPON A TIME IN HOPELAND;

The Dormitories and the Laboratories

Hopeland Orphanage, in its good and not so good days. Shadow Wolfwood will tell you to go the Laboratories; the Eye of Michael's enforcers wait to inject you with the drugs in Wolfwood's vials and make you better. Livio wants you to find the other children and bring them back to safey, but will eventually leave to find Wolfwood himself no matter how fast you go. Fight your way through the lab or save the children; both choices deliver you to the belly of the Eye.

CHILD OF BLESSING;

The Eye of Michael HQ

The Eye of Michael's training facilities and Plant storage. Once you're far enough in, you'll meet another Wolfwood who wants nothing more than to shoot you dead; you can either confront him or go around him. Going around him leads to a repeating looping of classrooms and expendable young Eye of Michael goons; going through him will be a battle to not get shot by a skittish, defensive little gunman who's very good at what he does. Both paths will lead to Legato Bluesummers and an older, enhanced Livio. Disabling or killing Legato and Livio will let you out into Julai in the middle of its last hour.

HIGH NOON AT JULY;

Julai

The city of Julai in its final day. You're emerging from ground zero of the Eye of Michael's weird cult tower and the city is being overrun by a giant plant organism that looks like Vash's mother. The military think you're part of it and will try and stop you, and the people of Julai are being menaced and mulched by the plants. Help them, or run. If you linger for too long, Millions Knives will find you and attempt to reduce you to fertilizer despite the best efforts of the Humanoid Typhoon that Wolfwood remembers. Eventually, the twins will go up--and everything will go white when they come back down.

HUMANITY;

In Kaisou

Trying to enter the Metaverse immediately after the July Incident is an exercise in futility. Wolfwood's space is just white static and the phantom feeling of coarse sand and unrelenting heat on your skin. You have been returned to Cathedral Hill for at least a night.

THE RUNNJING MAN;

THE the Outskirts of Julai;

Julai City is a hole that seems to span forever and all that's left are clouds of glimmering Worms and a rusted metallic scrapyard. In the center of the scrapyard, you'll find Nicholas D. Wolfwood at odds with Nicholas the Punisher. They're bound to the duty that they can't put down, the Cross Punisher standing like a tombstone in the middle of a sandy arena. The bigger, hungrier Worms will try their luck with bringing down all of you fresh hunks of meat. Save Wolfwood. End this.

asipofbride

WHO: Father Nicholas D. Wolfwood and you!
WHERE: ???
WHEN: After Vergil's insurance claim documentation
WHAT: Wolfwood always said he wasn't a priest, but would you look at that. Turns out he knows how to testify in the name of the Angels after all.
WARNINGS: crucifixion and general bastardized religious themes

in His name we pray
amen.

[ The night after Wolfwood's disappearance, the broadcast comes through to do what it does best.

There's a public access quality to the image--a sort of Gaussian granularity to the screen, everything just a little fuzzy and haloed in its own light. Rows upon rows of a church's pews are filled with masked, uniformed people, staring ramrod straight up the aisle to where Nicholas D. Wolfwood looks... different than usual.

For one, he's not smoking. For two, he's traded his more relaxed all-black look for more of a formal suit, pressed white collared shirt with wide lapels standing in stark contrast to the black he's wearing as he towers in front of a pulpit, a strange book in hand as he looks over the congregation, eyes glittering golden and bright as his usual sunglasses are also nowhere in sight. He breathes in--and speaks in a dry, dispassionate drawl, thumb running up and down the spine of his bible as he recalls its teachings from memory. the wall behind him is stone and stained glass, windows depicting angels diving from heaven with halos made of glowing radiance and hands curled around swords as people reach up to them, pleading. the middle of the wall, where a crucifix would normally hang in this sort of set up, is covered with a white sheet. ]

Suffering is a necessity, brothers and sisters of the Faith--it is the only form of redemption that we sinners have left, the only contribution we can truly offer after a lifetime of hedonistic greed, of unquenchable gluttony. We have devoured the Holy Body of the Lord and his Angels without offering gratitude; we covet and we destroy and we malign what was sacrificed for us, and so the time has come for a sacrifice to be provided in kind.

Sin is agony, and there is nothing left to us but our sinful nature--therefore, we breed our own discontent, our own suffering, and we will never know peace until we learn of the nature of freely given sacrifice. It is our duty, brothers and sisters, to surrender ourselves to the will of the Divine, to raise up our agony with penitent gratitude and allow ourselves to become instruments of God and His Angels of Salvation. They will raise paradise on this barren wasteland that we have so thoroughly destroyed as a result of our detestable, yet inevitable nature, and They will bring us the sweet relief of Rapture, of repentance, and of the rewards promised to us once upon a time, before we broke our first covenants with God and turned from Him in our arrogant, unquenchable thirst for more than we have ever been due.

Praise be to the Angels.

[ Father Wolfwood prowls before his pulpit like the wolf in his namesake, staring down on his flock with hard, unhappy eyes, and the Faithful call back to him in unison when he pauses to breathe, to look at them full of disappointed admonishment for the sin of their existence.

Eventually, as his preaching--as his ranting--comes to a stop, he half-turns to look behind him. he takes a breath, big and theatrical, and rolls his neck as he gazes back out over his flock, fingers drumming on the spine of his bible. ]

And the road to pious service is difficult, brothers and sisters--it is painful, and asks everything of us, but we are never asked for more than is necessary. We must give what is called for in order to earn our peace, our Paradise--one cannot be given the grace of forgiveness and the reprieve of Eternity without certain sacrifices. [ he moves away from the front of his pulpit, the front of his dais, reaching up to take hold of the corner of the white sheet. ]

It is painful to see one of the flock fall to the wayside--to see them give into selfishness and sin, to stray from the path illuminated for us by the Divine, but we must acknowledge them for their triumphs, correct their failures, and... if they cannot be reformed and brought back to the fold, to cull them before they spread the disease of their weakness through our Divine Body. Our work cannot be impeded--and we must trim as many branches as necessary to keep the tree healthy and hale.

[ He flicks his wrist, tugging the sheet down, and Nicholas D. Wolfwood is having a very bad time from where he's nailed upside-down on the cross. His clothing is dirty and ragged and one of his shoes has gone missing. He's breathing hard, trying to fold himself up to get some of the blood out of his head as Father Wolfwood returns to the front of his platform, dismissing Nicholas as if he were only a passing oddity. ]

In accordance with our bylaws, anyone found to stray from his duty by the superior body will be punished--and all the members of his family will receive the same treatment in time, so that they might be cleared of their brother's weakness.

[ Wolfwood unfurls in the middle of the rambling, taking a deep breath and lurching forward, suddenly--straining and ripping himself free of the massive metal rods staking him to the cross, falling to the ground out of sight.

and then a moment later he pops back up, ripping the pulpit up despite the blood on his arms and his general ragged and raw appearance, swinging the wooden stand at Father Wolfwood as the congregation surges up to swallow them both as Wolfwood lunges for Wolfwood, screaming. ]

You can't do this to me again! I played my part, I did the work, you can't--

[ The image cuts on a tableau of Wolfwood trying to get his hands around Wolfwood's neck as the Faithful mob around them, crawling over one other with their hands outstretched as they swallow the two men like a faceless wave. ]

asipofbride

WHO: Wolfwood + the cottage crew + you!
WHERE: the network + the cottage
WHEN: after the Fae Olympic fiasco
WHAT: so Wolfwood has a question for anybody more learned than he. which is most people. the religious cult was a bit pared to scope on what they taught. he's also living the fallout in real time and maybe, just maybe, the desert planet doesn't sound so bad?
WARNINGS: n/a at the moment!

how much legal advice can you get for an apple pie and a prayer; network post; text; un: ndwolfwood

so i have a question that i'm asking for a friend.

ya'll know them white flying rat-bear things with the head tumors on a string?

how, uh. how legally binding is marital paperwork if they deliver it to you? asking for a friend.

... the friend is me. they showed up at my door and threw sparkly trash at me and gave me rings and wouldn't leave until i pulled a gun on them and now Dante's not talking to me from where he's laying on the floor and Vash went out the window after them

i dont know how to be married help
don't open the door for those little shits
i can dump water on devils right it won't make them melt or turn into steam

don't even have to go to the chapel you're already married; action

[ this is a two cigarette problem.

Wolfwood has one cigarette in his mouth and another in his hand and he's just sort of staring out of the window if anyone wants to drop by--or if any of the residents of the cottage want to hash out what the White Menace just brought to their doorstep.

Slappy the Popplio is balancing the rings on his nose and having a grand ol' time, all things considered. ]

nominal

WHO: nicholas d. wolfwood ( the little one ) and you?
WHERE: his labyrinth + the network once he's gotten out of it
WHEN: the first week of february / shortly after the libra app appears on his phone
WHAT: arrival of a small, snarky child
WARNINGS: NONE ( that i can think of )

i / labyrinth arrival;

( when he comes to, it's — he's pretty sure there's nothing but sand surrounding him, but it's only the first thing he sees when he first opens his eyes, and there's nothing else as far as the eye can see when he twists his gaze this way and that. great. he's no stranger to the desert by any stretch of the imagination, but he generally doesn't go very far from the orphanage, because what is he going to do if miss melanie needs him to take care of one of the younger kids —

he doesn't think that's going to be much of a problem here, or at the very least it doesn't feel like it, but. it's still there, in the back of his mind, just on the off-chance it crops up and he finds himself back within the reach of the orphanage. of the call of nicholas! —

he walks. and he walks and he walks and he walks, and eventually. eventually he'll make his way out. how long it takes is anyone's guess, but. he made it, and that's something, right? )

ii / network, un: woofwood;

( well. once he's made it out of the labyrinth he has access to something he wouldn't have paid attention to otherwise, but.

he manages to get the video option up and looking in his general direction, and he looks a bit grumpy as the camera pans around the church in the background. )

What is going on here!?

doubledollar

WHO: Vash + The Network, + The Cottage
WHERE: Both at his home and on Libra
WHEN: Around 11am on Jan. 3
WHAT: Hey guess who woke the up
WARNINGS: Possible mentions of death, but otherwise it's just a sad plant man waking up.

.//_ Long Sleep - ○ [ closed to Kni ]

[ Nights on No-Man's land are long and cold. The days are blazing hot in a way that can't be described--but the moment the sun went down, the air became dry and unkind to the skin, and to anyone who didn't have the privalege of a home heated by gas or fire learned to bundle up and wait it out.

The best that Vash the Stampede--once again a Wanted Criminal with millions of doubledollars on his head--chooses the warmest place he could to spend the night. The remains of a beat-up old restaurant that had been long abandoned now that the city it was in no longer had a Plant to breathe vitality into it.
That was his life, lately. Eat what he could. Run as fast as he can. Stay away from the major cities where the majority of people lived now that the world was so changed--now free of Millions Knives and those who wished to wipe out humanity.
Earth knew of the Plight of No Man's Land, now, and it'd be only a matter of time before the planet became one that thrived.

And Vash would be no part of it. Having saved the world, Noone knew the whole story of what he'd done. Only that the fight between he and his brother lasted too long, endangered the lives of too many--and they all wanted someone to blame it on. That's fine. It suited Vash fine to be the one they blamed. They were safe, and that's all he cared about.

《 All he cared about? 》

No, that's not entirely true. There are other things to care about. The insurance girls. Livio. Wolfwood's memory, and a small apple tree were things he'd have to take care of, still.
...And of course there was

...Eve, and Dante. Zulius and Jun... Rose. Waver, Takame--

Kni.

《 Who? 》

He's drifting into sleep that feels lucid. Like he's falling through space, sparkling stars passing through his fingers as he tries to wake up; tries to stop himself before he falls too far.

《 But how far? 》

The building he'd fallen asleep in had been dark--pitch dark, enough so that you could see the entire galaxy spread out in the sky just outside. And he's sure that's why his eyes suddenly ache, why there's a bright blue light that threatens to blind him.
And the touches of a ... song. One that, by instinct, he feels himself gently ... singing along to.

《 It always comes to me. That song. 》

It isn't in the dark, cold building in a forlorn, abandoned city that Vash wakes up in, but rather, the warm, bundled comfort of his own bed, in his home. His home--on Earth, not on No Man's Land. But...
His eyes fly open as it all comes back in a rush. Like a flooding of his brain, the dam between where he was and where he should have been simply breaks, and were it not for the glowing blue Plant holding onto him where he lay.

He might have thrown himself out of bed, all at once.

There are patterns dancing across Kni's face, in an odd, and yet familiar way that he can't quite recognise. His own skin almost turns pale and white under the others' touch, small, featherlike scales lifting up--under his eyes, out of his ears--until he's looking a little leafy under that glowing light.

...Unsure if the other is asleep or awake, Vash does the one thing he can think of in this moment:

He laughs. A short little unsure sound that bubbles in his chest, uncomfortably. An unamused, uncertain sound as he moves to wrap his arms around the small version of his precious brother. ]

.//_ Hello, World - ○ [ Open to Libra Network ]

video: un: ♡☮STAMPEDE

[ he almost wants to just do this over text. But. Given what's happened, he manages to tell himself that it'd probably mean more to show his face. to show he's alive and okay and--not. dying. Having looked back to the post Kni made, he figures it's pretty important people know he's. You know. Alive.

So the image that's appearing on the screen is of one Mr. The Stampede--and while he does smile, the expression does appear to be a little hollow, a little tired. Mixed in with the fact that his hair is nearly fully black--...strangely, save for some very minor golden roots at the very base--he's not exactly looking himself.

But alive. alive is important, right? ]

I'm sorry if Kni--
No.
I'm sorry if I worried anyone. Falling asleep like that and not waking up must have been pretty uncomfortable for anyone to witness. But.
...I'm okay. It was weird, but I wasn't ... here. I know I was here, but I wasn't. I think I went back home for a while. ...A long while. Once my internal clock figures itself out, I'll figure out exactly how long.

But I'm okay. I'm tired and I definitely feel like I'm made of rusty wire--and my face hurts a bit for some reason.

But I'm okay.

I don't know what you all did while I was asleep, but. I probably have a few of you to thank for what you did do while I was out.

Thank you.

...

Um. Now if I can. Put that aside for a minute, I have a really important request.

...I don't want to leave this world ever again.
I.

[ he's quiet, and his expression goes vacant--like he's somewhere else. Just for a minute. ]

I don't have any reason to go back to No Man's Land.
So if anyone knows how I can... keep from ever having to go back there.

I'd appreciate the help.

Thanks.

.//_ Home Free - ○ [ Open to Anyone at the Cottage ]

[ and after the message on Libra is done, he's going to get up from bed, where he's tucked Kni in--who probably hasn't slept in days and desperately needs it.

He'll be puttering around, refamiliarizing himself with the home he'd been away from for what is... likely years, at this point. Fixing his hair back into its usual style, and. Maybe looking for a certain something he knows Wolfwood might have hiding away in some corner in the cottage.

Feel free to stop him in his sort of manic, quiet shuffling. He could probably use a friendly voice or touch to bring him back down to earth after all that's happened. ]

ornamentals

WHO: Kni (+ Wolfwood)
WHERE: The Cottage
WHEN: Jan 2nd
WHAT: Vash fell into a coma-nap for his canon update, sending those around him into a small panic.
WARNINGS: Emotional distress (particularly of a child), mentions of character death, panic attack.

( Read more... )

whiteshroud

WHO: Eve, Jun, and Wolfwood
WHERE: Undertown
WHEN: December!
WHAT: Doing this sidequest
WARNINGS: VIOLENCE probably swearing.

( Read more... )

fiddlestick

WHO: Elliot Craig
WHERE: Network
WHEN: During the November Event
WHAT: Check-in
WARNINGS: MINT

Hey, this is Elliot Craig. If any students from Kaisou High can see this, can you please check in? I want to make sure you're safe.

Also... has anyone else encountered a man in red planting something in your yard? He planted some mint in my yard and said he was helping, but then he ran off before I could get anymore answers.

Does anyone know anything about that? Is he okay? I know things are really stressful right now, but...well, I'm a little worried.

Please be careful everyone! If you need healing, let me know? I can try to heal if you need it.

aslowburn

WHO: Persephone and the Cottage Crew
WHERE: Her(???) cottage
WHEN: Early November, before everything kicks off.
WHAT: Cottage crew get a weird new landlady
WARNINGS: Probably nothing.

( I get what I want, one way or the other )

asipofbride

WHO: Nicholas D. Wolfwood and you
WHERE: the network, Undertown, and wherever else your heart may desire
WHEN: 9/3
WHAT: sometimes you are Nicholas D. Wolfwood, God's favorite jester, and a weird gray little man takes your arms and legs off with a bucket of fuck knows what; also known as 'Wolfwood finds out he's a selkie in a fun an interesting way'.
WARNINGS: Wolfwood swearing? not much else that I'm thinking off of the top of my head.

( i. network post: but when you see yourself )

( ii. undertown: all you see is god )

doubledollar

WHO: Cottage Crew
WHERE: Persephone's Garden, then Kanto.
WHEN: Near the end of August
WHAT: Kni falls into Kanto via the Midnight Channel TV. Wolfwood and Vash panic.
WARNINGS: A little kid lost in the woods until his big brothers come and find him. Then they're all lost in the pokemon woods.

( But you are high in the sunset star )

asipofbride

WHO: nicholas d. wolfwood, the cabin/auguries alliance, and you
WHERE: the network, the auguries of innocence, and the mean streets of kaisou
WHEN: 8/1 + 8/3
WHAT: at the beginning of the month, wolfwood runs into the strangest part of god's plan.
and then two days later his boss is kidnapped in broad daylight and it's all his fault (except for the part where it's the evil organization's fault but tomato tomato, you know?)
WARNINGS: cw for krusnik subplot (kidnapping), potential claustrophobia/children experimentation mention in the locked logs, otherwise wolfwood is just... kinda dumb and that's his cross to bear.

( [a.] 8/1; a post to the network; text; un: ndwolfwood )

( [b.i] 8/3, action; there's no way out of here )
( [b.ii] 8/3, action; in the labyrinth i disappear )

doubledollar

WHO: Vash + Cottage Crew, + Libra Network
WHERE: Persephone's Garden, Libra Network
WHEN: July 20-21st
WHAT: Birthday Party for the twins, + Vash has a Question for the network
WARNINGS: Shouldn't be any!

///. --NETWORK (jul 20)

Heyo, everyone's favorite Humanoid Typhoon here, Again. Didja miss me? This month of rain really is something, isn't it? For a guy who's used to clear sky and desert sands, it's kind of scary, like we're gonna' get washed away. But let's not get off track, here. I got a question for you guys who are ... uh, actually from this planet.

What are the logistics of getting an off-world planet kid into school?
I've gotten my little brother to agree to enroll into some kind of education, but. It's not like I'm from this planet, and I'm not sure what the, uh. Protocol is. ...Especially given he's kind of on a college-level of intelligence despite his er, young age.

--Oh, and final note--! It's my birthday tomorrow. I'm having an all-day party at my garden where anyone who visits are the ones who get gifts. I'm gonna' be cooking lots of fresh fruit and veggie dishes, and cake. Come stop by if you want to?

Seeya!

///. --GARDEN (jul 21)

[ and just as promised, on the 21st, Vash, Wolfwood, Libra, and Kni can be found on various places around the farm--the table just inside set up with an extra fold-out table and a cooler filled with ice. (Thanks to a certain someone being a walking ice-maker now, thanks Nicholas). There's three different kinds of cake, pie, as well as some rice dishes made with all sorts of different kinds of mixed vegetables.

Anyone visiting is given a basket to go pick their fill of fruit from the neighboring orchard, and anyone staying later into the night will be treated to fresh steak or sausages made over a grill by Wolfwood -- a fire set up on the sandy outcropping next to the river.

There's beer and liquor being kept on ice, and a number of animals and pokemon can be found wandering around on the farm.

Just don't ask why someone insisted on trying to put 151 candles on top of one of the cakes later in the night. ]

asipofbride

WHO: Wolfwood, the cottage crew, the network, and you?
WHERE: the network, Persephone's cottage, and various and sundry locations
WHEN: July 5th and after
WHAT: sometimes, you are a simple undertaker who has jobs to do, friendships to reconcile, and weird Earth shit to question
WARNINGS: ~~none to whit~~ nvm child experimentation and a brief suicide mention came up

[network post; backdated to July 5th; un: ndwolfwood]
alright i been busy but i thought ya'll didn't have bandit gangs
shit's been exploding for days and that's not that weird but what in the hell were all those brightass explosions last night
there a turf war or some shit happening

( closed to dante + vash; be gay )

( closed to the cottage denizens + dante; do drugs )

( open to any; general wolfwood sightings; hail satan )

asipofbride

WHO: El Woowoo and Needlenoggin Supreme
WHERE: parking lot of the Vogue, and then a house with lots of... friends...
WHEN: early June
WHAT: SIDE QUEST TIME; sometimes you're a plant and an undertaker and you accidentally a conversation and then you go fight spiders about it
WARNINGS: spiders and spider-fighting related accessories, talk of NSFW happenings, discussion of canon-typical violence

( for someone in the dark i wanna be a small light )

doubledollar

WHO: Libra, Wolfwood, Vash, + anyone who might visit the cottage, + people on Libra.
WHERE: Libra App, as well as Persephone's Cottage.
WHEN: Early June
WHAT: Wolfwood comes home with some socks. Apparently, there was a ghost haunting them. Now there's a ghost haunting the cottage.
WARNINGS: Chaos, probably.

01 >Action, - A ghost in the walls (for anyone who might come visit the cottage)

[ He's still getting used to his new arm. it's taking a lot of extra practice, what with how it doesn't move like it's part of his body like the old one was. But it's so good to have a second hand again, even one that he has to manipulate a little with his good hand that he hardly cares.

So here he is. In the kitchen. Minding his own business, cutting up carrots for stew that he, Libra, Wolfwood, and any wayward visitors are going to have for dinner tonight. Cooked in a wrought-iron pot over live flame--when a jar of peanut butter he'd recently bought flies off a shelf, and almost hits him. Directly in the head.
Fortunately, his reflexes are still intact, and it narrowly misses him, by an eyelash--the fortunately-plastic jar tumbling down to the floor...

And he shoots his roommates an almost accusatory look. Wolfwood, who is over at said cupboard, who was SUPPOSED to be getting flour ready for some fresh baked bread. ]

--I know you're mad because of the tail thing but can you not throw groceries at me, Sheesh.

Libra, can you believe this guy. [ he turns his head to look at his other roommate, who had been cutting potatoes, only just in time to see ... three of said potatoes floating in front of the other priest. ]

...Whoa okay, hold up. What's that.

02, Text, - okay so nobody panic but (ota, network post)

text: un: ♡☮STAMPEDE

ok so before anyone says it i KNOW i live with two priests but neither of them have the apparent skill or training to deal with this sort of thing

i think my house is haunted and

nope
hold on wait just a second

[ there's a pause because he has to go stop the ghost from throwing his gun into the river ]

ok so anyway uh ghosts are real or at least i think this means ghosts are real oh my god how do you make it stop

stripartist

WHO: Yusuke and the app
WHERE: The app
WHEN: Evening
WHAT: Yuri is gone but his legacy lives on. That's right: Smash or Simp: Return of the Simp!
WARNINGS: Thirst? Thirst traps? Disasters?

This isn't something I would usually do but I admit I've almost missed it. And since Yuri is no longer on the app, it falls to me to continue his tradition.

Smash or Simp. If you can see this post, you're welcome to post whatever photos of yourself you feel comfortable posting and let the rest of the adults on the app shower you in praise. You may even end up with a partner, because that keeps happening, but I make no promises.

Some rules:

1. Be respectful

2. The Black Order and POKEGO are both welcome to post, and should anyone start anything I will end it

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4. Nor am I responsible for anything the Zeppelli siblings post. They also know what they did

Go forth! Simp!

[Did he do that right?]

doubledollar

WHO: Vash, + Libra, Rren, Varian, Wolfwood
WHERE: Some places in Kaisou, Kanto Stable Gate, etc
WHEN: Mid-May
WHAT: Vash and his sidequests for the month! Still can't help himself.
WARNINGS: Likely violence for the ones with wolfwood + rren, fighting might be involved. Will update if needed.

( You are at the star of the sunset )

doubledollar

WHO: Dante + Wolfood + Vash, maybe an appearance of Libra
WHERE: vASH'S cottage out in the woods, on his farmgarden
WHEN: Some time after Vergil's BearLog
WHAT: Dante shows up at Vash and Wolfwood's place needing to loosen the brain a bit. Three idiots get drunk.
WARNINGS: Alchohol, probably a lot of flirting. Three idiots getting drunk and having a good time, whatever that might entail. Might have some violence at the start? The three of them love guns.

( there's a cold breeze movin' over my soul )

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The city of Kaisou has always been a hole-in-the-wall kind of town. While prosperous and peaceful, it's usually overlooked by the rest of the country and left to its own devices. Perhaps you were born and raised here, perhaps opportunity brought you here, or perhaps you don't know why you're here at all. Whatever the case may be, all your roads led to Kaisou. It's not bad place to be, all in all, so long as you ignore certain holes in the world.

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asipofbride - [sermon 8] we need more farming sims with guns
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asipofbride - [homily ?? ] I don't wanna lose anymore love
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doubledollar - SEED 12 - Along the lonely road of the heart
ornamentals - video | un: kni
whiteshroud - [CLOSED] Destruction for Christmas
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aslowburn - Traded daffodils for a kingdom of ash and bone
asipofbride - [sermon 5] basically, my epiphany is that I see you for you
doubledollar - SeeD 10 - The Midnight Channel
asipofbride - [sermon 4] i got caught up in nowhere again
doubledollar - SeeD 9 - Happy Birthday, Twins
asipofbride - [sermon three] and it's six simple words
asipofbride - [sermon two] if i could do one thing now until this life burns out
doubledollar - SeeD 7 - The Jigsaw Blown Apart
stripartist - text | un: paintedfox | FILTERED TO 20+
doubledollar - SeeD 6 - Raindrops in the Sand
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[sermon 8] we need more farming sims with guns

[sermon ?] —if you wanna cry, use my heart

[homily ?? ] I don't wanna lose anymore love

[sermon 7] dearly beloved we gather here today to unite these souls in holy mogtrimony

🐺 o1;

SEED 12 - Along the lonely road of the heart

video | un: kni

[CLOSED] Destruction for Christmas

un: ecraig | text

Traded daffodils for a kingdom of ash and bone

[sermon 5] basically, my epiphany is that I see you for you

SeeD 10 - The Midnight Channel

[sermon 4] i got caught up in nowhere again

SeeD 9 - Happy Birthday, Twins

[sermon three] and it's six simple words

[sermon two] if i could do one thing now until this life burns out

SeeD 7 - The Jigsaw Blown Apart

text | un: paintedfox | FILTERED TO 20+

SeeD 6 - Raindrops in the Sand

SeeD 4 - Pour Another One

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