What happens when people die?

Indie, non selective RP blog for Funeral of the Dead Butterflies, from the game Lobotomy Corporation. Open to crossovers, multiships, and OCs.

[theburdenedcrier]

Unwelcome Visitor (Captive Verse - Open Starter)

[olive-the12thapostle]

theburdenedcrier

“I…I see…” What a strange Abnormality. She didn’t seem that dangerous, though, so Funeral allowed himself to relax a bit, his fingers drumming on the wooden surface of his coffin. “Well, I suppose there’s no harm in that. At least, until you’re caught. What’s your name, young bird?”

“My name? I suppose that you could call me Olive,” She steps further into the room, clearly not afraid of Funeral as she strolled forward, “And it will be sometime before they cage me again so tell me, who are you?”

[theburdenedcrier]

“Olive...” The name rolls off his non-existant tongue. “Quite confident, aren’t you? I have no name, but the people here refer to me as ‘Funeral of the Dead Butterflies.’” A hand rest on his wings, like how a normal person would rest their chin in their hand. “It’s fitting, I suppose.”

[theburdenedcrier]

Unwelcome Visitor (Captive Verse - Open Starter)

 The Abnormality had seen better days. Withered wings were lowered, staring down at the floor as he pressed himself into a corner, and his coffin in a death grip in his arms, as if it were a lifeline. He didn’t even flinch as he heard the door open, choosing to just shrink further back as light filled the room.

 “Get. Out.” He doesn’t look up. He doesn’t want to know who it is; Lobotomy employee or otherwise. He just wants to be left alone.

[olive-the12thapostle]

A large bird like monster stands by the doorway, her shadow leans into the room as the bone like mask’s beak opens, “I’ve never seen you before, now just what are you?” She asked, red eyes glaring at the man.

[theburdenedcrier]

 Funeral makes the mistake of looking up, a chill running up his spine as he looks over the bird-like creature looking in. What…what was that?!

 “I-I… Ahem.” He takes a moment to clear his throat, regaining his composure, then tries again. “I think I should be asking you the same thing. I’m what this place calls an ‘Abnormality…’ are you one too?” Whatever it was, it certainly looks like one.

[olive-the12thapostle]

Olive’s eyes narrow in at Funeral, “Well I guess I am butterfly man”. She pauses for a moment before walking further into the room. “Now whats with the shocked look? Where both monsters here, why would I want to cause you harm?”

[theburdenedcrier]

 “I don’t know, you tell me.” He stood up to his full height, stretching, but keeping two hands firmly on his coffin. “I’ve heard of an Abnormality breaching, but never of one opening someone else’s containment room. Are you looking for someone?”

[olive-the12thapostle]

“Oh Im looking for no one, I just like to wander about,” Olive explained with a grin, I get too cooped up in my own cell, I just have to visit someone"

[theburdenedcrier]

“I...I see...” What a strange Abnormality. She didn’t seem that dangerous, though, so Funeral allowed himself to relax a bit, his fingers drumming on the wooden surface of his coffin. “Well, I suppose there’s no harm in that. At least, until you’re caught. What’s your name, young bird?”

[theburdenedcrier]

Unwelcome Visitor (Captive Verse - Open Starter)

 The Abnormality had seen better days. Withered wings were lowered, staring down at the floor as he pressed himself into a corner, and his coffin in a death grip in his arms, as if it were a lifeline. He didn’t even flinch as he heard the door open, choosing to just shrink further back as light filled the room.

 “Get. Out.” He doesn’t look up. He doesn’t want to know who it is; Lobotomy employee or otherwise. He just wants to be left alone.

[olive-the12thapostle]

A large bird like monster stands by the doorway, her shadow leans into the room as the bone like mask’s beak opens, “I’ve never seen you before, now just what are you?” She asked, red eyes glaring at the man.

[theburdenedcrier]

 Funeral makes the mistake of looking up, a chill running up his spine as he looks over the bird-like creature looking in. What…what was that?!

 “I-I… Ahem.” He takes a moment to clear his throat, regaining his composure, then tries again. “I think I should be asking you the same thing. I’m what this place calls an ‘Abnormality…’ are you one too?” Whatever it was, it certainly looks like one.

[olive-the12thapostle]

Olive’s eyes narrow in at Funeral, “Well I guess I am butterfly man”. She pauses for a moment before walking further into the room. “Now whats with the shocked look? Where both monsters here, why would I want to cause you harm?”

[theburdenedcrier]

 “I don’t know, you tell me.” He stood up to his full height, stretching, but keeping two hands firmly on his coffin. “I’ve heard of an Abnormality breaching, but never of one opening someone else’s containment room. Are you looking for someone?”

[theburdenedcrier]

Unwelcome Visitor (Captive Verse - Open Starter)

 The Abnormality had seen better days. Withered wings were lowered, staring down at the floor as he pressed himself into a corner, and his coffin in a death grip in his arms, as if it were a lifeline. He didn’t even flinch as he heard the door open, choosing to just shrink further back as light filled the room.

 “Get. Out.” He doesn’t look up. He doesn’t want to know who it is; Lobotomy employee or otherwise. He just wants to be left alone.

[olive-the12thapostle]

A large bird like monster stands by the doorway, her shadow leans into the room as the bone like mask’s beak opens, “I’ve never seen you before, now just what are you?” She asked, red eyes glaring at the man.

[theburdenedcrier]

 Funeral makes the mistake of looking up, a chill running up his spine as he looks over the bird-like creature looking in. What...what was that?!

 “I-I... Ahem.” He takes a moment to clear his throat, regaining his composure, then tries again. “I think I should be asking you the same thing. I’m what this place calls an ‘Abnormality...’ are you one too?” Whatever it was, it certainly looks like one.

[sidebloggable]

Send me a character + a number and I’ll tell you my headcanons for:

Their physical weak spots

Their emotional/moral weak spots

Scars or painful spots

Best places to kiss on their body

Guilty pleasures

Their vices (physical or emotional)

Their tickle spots

Bad memories/experiences

Humiliating memories

Fears/phobias

Bad or petty habits

Grudges and vendettas

What gets them flustered

Ingrained habits/forces of habit

What it takes to make them cry

Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’

Regrets

Things they’ll never admit

People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them

What-ifs/Alternate Timelines

Turning points in their life

People who’ve influenced them greatly

[theburdenedcrier]

Unwelcome Visitor (Captive Verse - Open Starter)

 The Abnormality had seen better days. Withered wings were lowered, staring down at the floor as he pressed himself into a corner, and his coffin in a death grip in his arms, as if it were a lifeline. He didn’t even flinch as he heard the door open, choosing to just shrink further back as light filled the room.

 “Get. Out.” He doesn’t look up. He doesn’t want to know who it is; Lobotomy employee or otherwise. He just wants to be left alone.

[theburdenedcrier]

Midnight Stroll (Free Verse - Open Starter)

 He was aware of how...odd...this looked. A five-armed butterfly man, carrying a coffin in two arms, traversing a forest in the middle of the night, searching for a body hanging on a tree branch, speaking to a butterfly perched on his shoulder.

 “You said it was this way? Are you sure? I feel like we’ve been going in circles... You forgot where your own body is, didn’t you?”

 Oh yes, this definitely seemed strange. Funeral was certain he’d probably scare the hell out of anyone who found him like this.

 But, he was in the woods, at midnight, and a reasonable human being (which Funeral is not), wouldn’t be out here.

 ...Right? Right. Even so, Funeral can’t help but feel as if something’s out there...

 Well, it wouldn’t hurt to check.

 “Hello? Is someone there?”

[theburdenedcrier]

I may do two starters? One for free verse, one for captive verse. Choose your own adventure.

[theburdenedcrier]

“We’ve had to run a lot of tests on O-01-68... I’ve just finished the last of them, though. Hopefully we won’t have to do that again for a while.”

[theburdenedcrier]

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The burdened crier came here to redeem all. But now he is trapped like everyone else, lingering with dying hopes.

An independent, non selective roleplay blog for Funeral of the Dead Butterflies, from the game Lobotomy Corporation. The mun has roleplayed for about two years now, but is new to running an independent roleplay blog. Will roleplay with most people, and is open to crossovers and OCs.

{Signal boosts would be appreciated. I’m not exactly sure where to start with this blog, or who to follow in particular.}