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@thebrawlingdrunk-blog
I’m BACK
boo
what up fellow humans
hey i’m not dead
i wanna get back into this fandom
hey not dead
sorry i haven’t been on in awhile
So going to be on this a little more offend.
Open to rps or just chatting
Closed Starter With @thebrawlingdrunk
@thebrawlingdrunk
Wubbles stood in front of the door that lead to a bar. He had just recently gotten an assassination contract with someone that was supposed to be way more canine than any other normal person, or demon in his case. In short, he was hunting for a werewolf. Normally he would draw those kinds of preys to the forest where he could kill them without a ruckus but his source indicated him that he spent a lot of time in this bar. He had to go with plan B… good thing he was at least a guy…
The demon looked up to the sign of the bar. It actually felt weird to him entering any bar that wasn’t Windy’s bar. It was probably the smell. Windy’s bar always had that strange gunpowder after-smell.
He double checked his equipment to see if he had everything he needed: He had his revolver filled with silver bullets and six more in case the first six weren’t enough. The rest of his bullets were his normal incendiary bullets. He also had everything he usually carried in his backpack and he knew that he could summon his scythe whenever he wanted. It seemed like he had everything he needed.
As he pushed the bar’s door open, some of the people immediately looked at him. Monsters were something that people saw from time to time but a small winged demon lizard was still rare. Wubbles glared at them which made them immediately look away. The lizard quickly glanced at the only picture he had of his target and quickly hid it away in the pocket of his jacket.
Wade is sitting at the bar having, downing another drink. His fist taped up with some blood on it from his last bare knuckle fight. He puts a tip in the tip jar and ask for another room of booze. The bartender nods and fills up his glass once again.
When Wade gets his glass back he once again downs his drink. He grabs a hand full of peanuts from a bowl and munches on them. He doesn’t see the lizard that just walked into the bar, hardly can see anything with all many drinks he has had so far.
Yep, that was him. The description fit perfectly, not only the physical one and the psychological one. He was told that his target would probably be getting piss drunk and there he was.
Wubbles released a long sigh as he jumped on top of the stool right next to his target, looking as… normal as he could. He was trying to pull off kind of a ‘ tired traveler more than anything’. He looked at the drinks presented at the other side of the bar.
“ Wonder what’s good here “ He said, pretending to say it to himself but actually kinda directing it to his target.
“old pappy bourbon is a good drink to start with.” Wade said as he took another swing of his glass. “wet your whistle pretty good.” He chuckled before letting out a hiccup.
Normally, Wubbles would turn to whoever had said that and say something along the lines of ‘ What the fuck does that mean? ‘
But he couldn’t. He had a job to do. He wanted the money. “ Well, that sounds like a dumb name for a drink, but if you say that its good, I guess I’l try it.”He said, immediately ordering that same drink from the waitress.
“Better then Tiger piss, the name I mean not the drink itself.” Wade hiccuped. “Stupid ass name for a tasty drink, would get it if it wasn’t so damn high.”
Wubbles raised an eyebrow at that statement “ Well in that case I guess I can buy us a bottle of the thing then.” He said as he turned to the waitress and requested a bottle of the thing.
“Well thank you stranger.” He said with a hiccup.
Wubbles lightly shrugged “ Eh, I’m curious to know if its that good “ He said as he turned his head to his target “ So, what’s your story?”
“My Story huh?” He said taking a sip. “Where should I start? My parents giving me and my bro up? tHe woman of my dreams dying in a fire? Being a creature of the night?”
Wubbles grabbed the bottle of the alcohol that was just given to him and poured the two of them a glass of it while he heard the guy talking. He paused for a second with his cup half an inch away from his lizard lips when he heard that last part, resuming what he was about to do and drink his drink “ A creature of the night you say?” He said after taking a sip of the alcohol.
Wade takes a drink of his booze wubbles got. “Yup, turns out a woman i slept with...she was a lycan.” Wade hiccuped as he explained. “I remember her biting me hard, but i thought nothing of it cause i thought it was her thing.”
Closed Starter With @thebrawlingdrunk
@thebrawlingdrunk
Wubbles stood in front of the door that lead to a bar. He had just recently gotten an assassination contract with someone that was supposed to be way more canine than any other normal person, or demon in his case. In short, he was hunting for a werewolf. Normally he would draw those kinds of preys to the forest where he could kill them without a ruckus but his source indicated him that he spent a lot of time in this bar. He had to go with plan B… good thing he was at least a guy…
The demon looked up to the sign of the bar. It actually felt weird to him entering any bar that wasn’t Windy’s bar. It was probably the smell. Windy’s bar always had that strange gunpowder after-smell.
He double checked his equipment to see if he had everything he needed: He had his revolver filled with silver bullets and six more in case the first six weren’t enough. The rest of his bullets were his normal incendiary bullets. He also had everything he usually carried in his backpack and he knew that he could summon his scythe whenever he wanted. It seemed like he had everything he needed.
As he pushed the bar’s door open, some of the people immediately looked at him. Monsters were something that people saw from time to time but a small winged demon lizard was still rare. Wubbles glared at them which made them immediately look away. The lizard quickly glanced at the only picture he had of his target and quickly hid it away in the pocket of his jacket.
Wade is sitting at the bar having, downing another drink. His fist taped up with some blood on it from his last bare knuckle fight. He puts a tip in the tip jar and ask for another room of booze. The bartender nods and fills up his glass once again.
When Wade gets his glass back he once again downs his drink. He grabs a hand full of peanuts from a bowl and munches on them. He doesn’t see the lizard that just walked into the bar, hardly can see anything with all many drinks he has had so far.
Yep, that was him. The description fit perfectly, not only the physical one and the psychological one. He was told that his target would probably be getting piss drunk and there he was.
Wubbles released a long sigh as he jumped on top of the stool right next to his target, looking as… normal as he could. He was trying to pull off kind of a ‘ tired traveler more than anything’. He looked at the drinks presented at the other side of the bar.
“ Wonder what’s good here “ He said, pretending to say it to himself but actually kinda directing it to his target.
“old pappy bourbon is a good drink to start with.” Wade said as he took another swing of his glass. “wet your whistle pretty good.” He chuckled before letting out a hiccup.
Normally, Wubbles would turn to whoever had said that and say something along the lines of ‘ What the fuck does that mean? ‘
But he couldn’t. He had a job to do. He wanted the money. “ Well, that sounds like a dumb name for a drink, but if you say that its good, I guess I’l try it.”He said, immediately ordering that same drink from the waitress.
“Better then Tiger piss, the name I mean not the drink itself.” Wade hiccuped. “Stupid ass name for a tasty drink, would get it if it wasn’t so damn high.”
Wubbles raised an eyebrow at that statement “ Well in that case I guess I can buy us a bottle of the thing then.” He said as he turned to the waitress and requested a bottle of the thing.
“Well thank you stranger.” He said with a hiccup.
Wubbles lightly shrugged “ Eh, I’m curious to know if its that good “ He said as he turned his head to his target “ So, what’s your story?”
“My Story huh?” He said taking a sip. “Where should I start? My parents giving me and my bro up? tHe woman of my dreams dying in a fire? Being a creature of the night?”
Don’t Starve: A Nightmarish Journey Part 1 The wind blowing, the death leaves on the tree falling off their branches, what remain of dusk is slowly setting away. Soon it will be night. Wibur, who is sitting cross legged in front of a campfire, sighs a little, looking around his surroundings. He picks up a stick beside him to poke at the fire, to helping it kendle some more. He looks up at the sky and see the sun is setting, which starts to worry him a bit. “He should have been back by now.” He said to himself, very concerned for his campmate wellbeing. It is going to be dark soon and those things will come out, something he didn’t want to think about he just wants his friend to be back as soon as possible. Wibur wishes they had stayed at the base the two of them had built together. With walls, tents and the gardens. However the two of them were running low on meat and needed to stock up. Thanks to his werewolf scents of smell, Wade has been tracking a herd of beefalo, hoping to bring back a few back to the main campsite for them and their friends. Wibur sighs as he pokes the fire with a stick, hoping Wade would return soon. He hears the sounds of sticks breaking behind him and Wibur jumped up to his feet, turning around to see who it was that broke those sticks; it was the brawler Wade. Wibur smiles ear to ear before rushing over to Wade to give him a big hug. The brawler chuckles. “I wasn’t gone that long was I?” he asked, not even realizing how late it was. “Look up and see where the sun is.” Wibur said, pointing up at the sky. Wade looks up at the sky and see how close it was to the sun setting and it becoming night. “Oh fuck,I was out late.” Wade said shocked at how much he lost track of time. “Didn’t you notice how dark it was getting?” Wibur asked, tilting his head to the side. Wade shakes his head, which was odd since Wade always seem to know what time it was even though neither had a watch or anything. Wade losing track of time was something that is extremely rare, but maybe it’s nothing to be all worried about; it’s just this one time anyways. Wibur’s stomach starts to growl, making him blush and Wade chuckle. “I’m guessing you’re hungry?” Wade asked. Wibur looks up at him and nods slowly. Wade smiles and ruffles the smaller male’s hair. “I will start cooking.” He said, taking out his axe to cut up the meat he got from the beefalo he killed. “Was it a baby?” Wibur asked, watching Wade cook the meat. “Nah, it was an older male.” Wade answered, Wibur giving a little sigh of relief. “Why would you care if it was a baby?” Wade asked, Wibur never really asked the age of the meat he justs eats it. Wibur just shrugs at Wade’s question. When the meat was done cooking, Wade made some makeshift plates with some of the log they had been sitting on. Probably wasn’t the cleaning thing to eat off from, but it was better than nothing. Once the two males had their fill of meat, Wibur looked out into the darkness, hearing the strange familiar sounds of this island. It was to the point where it no longer bothered him, same with Wade. It was something they had to get use to and as long as they had the light and their sanity, the creatures couldn’t get to them. Wibur yawns a little and leans his head against Wade’s arm, Wade then put that arm around Wibur and brought him in close to his side. Wade is going to stay up and make sure the fire was burning while Wibur would sleep, it was something he was use to back the main campsite for the others. Wade always has the urge to keep everyone safe, though he wasn’t the leader type he was just more of a protective older brother type. Wibur snuggles up to the werewolf, slowly closes his eyes and falls asleep. TO Be Continued
Wibur belongs to @artificialpsychosis @cultortenebris
back again XD
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Closed Starter With @thebrawlingdrunk
@thebrawlingdrunk
Wubbles stood in front of the door that lead to a bar. He had just recently gotten an assassination contract with someone that was supposed to be way more canine than any other normal person, or demon in his case. In short, he was hunting for a werewolf. Normally he would draw those kinds of preys to the forest where he could kill them without a ruckus but his source indicated him that he spent a lot of time in this bar. He had to go with plan B… good thing he was at least a guy…
The demon looked up to the sign of the bar. It actually felt weird to him entering any bar that wasn’t Windy’s bar. It was probably the smell. Windy’s bar always had that strange gunpowder after-smell.
He double checked his equipment to see if he had everything he needed: He had his revolver filled with silver bullets and six more in case the first six weren’t enough. The rest of his bullets were his normal incendiary bullets. He also had everything he usually carried in his backpack and he knew that he could summon his scythe whenever he wanted. It seemed like he had everything he needed.
As he pushed the bar’s door open, some of the people immediately looked at him. Monsters were something that people saw from time to time but a small winged demon lizard was still rare. Wubbles glared at them which made them immediately look away. The lizard quickly glanced at the only picture he had of his target and quickly hid it away in the pocket of his jacket.
Wade is sitting at the bar having, downing another drink. His fist taped up with some blood on it from his last bare knuckle fight. He puts a tip in the tip jar and ask for another room of booze. The bartender nods and fills up his glass once again.
When Wade gets his glass back he once again downs his drink. He grabs a hand full of peanuts from a bowl and munches on them. He doesn’t see the lizard that just walked into the bar, hardly can see anything with all many drinks he has had so far.
Yep, that was him. The description fit perfectly, not only the physical one and the psychological one. He was told that his target would probably be getting piss drunk and there he was.
Wubbles released a long sigh as he jumped on top of the stool right next to his target, looking as… normal as he could. He was trying to pull off kind of a ‘ tired traveler more than anything’. He looked at the drinks presented at the other side of the bar.
“ Wonder what’s good here “ He said, pretending to say it to himself but actually kinda directing it to his target.
“old pappy bourbon is a good drink to start with.” Wade said as he took another swing of his glass. “wet your whistle pretty good.” He chuckled before letting out a hiccup.
Normally, Wubbles would turn to whoever had said that and say something along the lines of ‘ What the fuck does that mean? ‘
But he couldn’t. He had a job to do. He wanted the money. “ Well, that sounds like a dumb name for a drink, but if you say that its good, I guess I’l try it.”He said, immediately ordering that same drink from the waitress.
“Better then Tiger piss, the name I mean not the drink itself.” Wade hiccuped. “Stupid ass name for a tasty drink, would get it if it wasn’t so damn high.”
Wubbles raised an eyebrow at that statement “ Well in that case I guess I can buy us a bottle of the thing then.” He said as he turned to the waitress and requested a bottle of the thing.
“Well thank you stranger.” He said with a hiccup.
Beast Within
He appreciated the offer,but it wasn’t necessary. Combined with the fact Jack was for the most part, a Grue..if if not a Grue period.
“Thanks,but It’s no trouble I can go a few nights with out sleep if I at least slept recently,which..was yesterday. Kinda of part my Grue nature. Other Grue just sleep during the day due to weakness towards light.” Jack leaned against the door way before looking back at the woods. Before turning back to Wade.
But,as he was about to speak. The helmet began to emit faint static that increased in sound. After a few moment of the white noise a series of morse code beeps began to come through. Jack placed a gauntlet to the side of his helmet before glancing off. “This is Walker…wait slow down…what happen,over.” He paused for moment looking off while sounds changed pattern.
“Alright, I’ll be there in…” He paused yet again to look at the setting sun. “Give or take fifteen minutes. I’ll take a look and see what it is…probably something one of those strange artifacts…,over.” He jolted briefly before shouting “NO DO NOT TOUCH IT WITH YOU’RE BARE HANDS!! ..Just wait till I get there. My suit let’s me handle that kind of stuff,over…alright,see you soon. Walker, over an out.”
He looked at Wade “I gotta get going. I have to prep the VTOL prepare for a little trip else where. Anyway..take care of you’re self Wade. Please remember what I warned you about. But..also be careful of other survivors. It’s not the fact you’re a lycan..it’s fact there are some whom are very..deranged…and just dangerous period, even for folks like you or me who can hold our own.”
“Thank you again Jack, I will always remember the kindness you showed me.” He said with a smile. “I hope to see you again, you are always welcome here friend.” Wade stands up and walks over to Jack, putting his hand out for a handshake.
“I appreciate that and I was very happy to help out.” Jack nodded with returning smile,before shaking the mans hand.
“Wade..please remember what I said though. About keeping the beast in control,even power like that must be taken with great responsibility.”
Jack shifted his gaze at his own gauntlets,more specifically. His very paws, it was better keeps what he can do hidden from others. “But, also..”He sighed while putting his words together in thought. “About the survivors. Be careful with future folk you meet.” Jack stated before taking out a mason jar of red liquid. “It’s some left over berry moonshine. A house warming gift I spose” He said with a small laugh while passing it over.
“Welcome to life on the island and stay safe,Wade. Till we meet again.” Jack added before turning forward for the forest and off into the approaching darkness of night fall.
“until we meet again, friend.” Wade said as he watches his new friend leave. Wade closes the door and turns around at his new home. It was a dream of his to live in such a home, but never thought it would be on some island that isn’t even on earth. He shrugs and goes to his bedroom to sleep.
I’m going to get back in the rps and get back into making my stories
sorry being gone for so long, I was in the middle of moving.