#despondentexperiment

[jesterinbones-blog]

despondentexperiment replied to your post: (( I’m just animating rn but feel free to poke me...

can we rp? ovo

Absolutely! I have a few random starters in my drafts and some posted, or did you have something specific in mind?

[schmeiisser]

despondentexperiment - rietis - fortis-passiones flammeousqueen - primadonnasaint - a-nandria rainbow-personalities

                          Tired -- yes, that was what he felt. He felt tired. The German wasn't sure why he was tired, but he found himself sitting in the middle of his room, wrapped up in a large blanket that showed the pride he held for his political beliefs -- a large swastika was in the middle, surrounded by a white circle. It matched his armband, which was tossed away at the moment.                           He jumped a bit when he heard his door creak open. Honestly, he han't expected a stranger -- he mostly expected one of the cruel doctors to whisk him away for treatment. Proccessing for a few moments, he realized he wasn't in any danger and examined the figure, clutching the Nazi flag blanket around him. "What the fuck do you want?" He spat the words with acid, though his tone seemed slightly amused. "I'm kinda busy here."

[traumeriinarchive]

Sweet dreams are made of this,

☁ despondentexperiment

who am I to disagree? 

     ☁ Falling asleep in public places was never good; she knew that but it was difficult. This weeks had just been filled with arduous tasks. Her arms felt like noodles after carrying all those canvases and frames. It got to the point where her exhaustion took over and she fell asleep at the first place she sat down. Though once she received a tap on her shoulder she sprung awake. "I wasn't sleeping I promise."

[apochrosmatic]

2;46 am

                                   St. Paul’s Cathedral was probably Sydney’s favorite place in the city. It’s just so calming and so beautiful — and especially at night because there isn’t any tourists around and because this area was a bit far off from the center, it was rather quiet — much to his liking. The nocturnal was taking casual strolls around the Blackfriars area, stopping by the small lawn at the back of the huge cathedral. He liked sitting here, if not the bridge just because the surrounding felt so romantic and beautiful. He could even see the crescent shape of the moon high up without any grey clouds clouding the view from down there. If only he carried his bottle of Jack Daniels with him, and the night would be perfect. 3 more hours till sunrise. 

       ”Primadonna girl, yeah.                         All I ever wanted was the world” 

[condorheroofchaos-archives]

despondentexperiment is approaching... kinda

Well today had been.... interesting. For starters he had been told by the Headmaster of the Soulweaver academy to clean the halls. A hero. Cleaning the halls. Thankfully there were giant bugs, so that was fun. Oh and a thief had broken into his mansion. She didn't steal much more than a few bits of food and some clothing, but he felt it was too dangerous to let her go in Doomwood, as she was quite obviously from another world.

Oh and she was now hanging upside-down via a set of magic chains, from a tree, at least 6 metres in the air. The would be thief, (who it should be said, had dog ears) was flailing about, while Condor hovered in front of her and sipped some tea.

"I am not going to punish you for stealing from me. I have a lot of food so it does not matter. In fact, you can go back the the pantry and take whatever amount of food you want, clothes as well. But I will not let you go, you will likely die in this forest and I cannot have that. Tell me your name and I will let you down and return you to wherever you came from. Mine is Condor, the Hero of Chaos."