Recent content by MustardSeed

It seems to be with all of my internet interactions that my accounts are very old, but my experience levels are all that of a newbie.

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHA WHAT IS THIS I JUST REMEMBERED THIS ACCOUNT OH BOY

I am back from the Finals death! I'm rather tired from it and my new job though, so I apologize in advance if I'm rather sluggish.

I have exams next week, expect my temporary death.

Hello and welcome! I've been roleplaying for around 5-6 years (give or take), but I wouldn't exactly call myself a seasoned roleplayer, just perhaps a bit experienced. Recently, I've witnessed the creative deaths of many of my RP partners, and I've now found myself without anything to roleplay...

Daniel Her hum of approval was not lost on Daniel, and he caught it and assumed its true meaning the very moment it left her lips in a pleasant noise. He raised a single brow, his gray eyes alighting in amusement at her poor attempt to disguise what had her so pleased. The thought of lambs...

It's the absolute best.

@Oenanthe @Problematic Pixie We have a theme song for this. I have found it.

Daniel Roman's smile was quickly returned, and Daniel firmly shook the man's hand with an easy laugh. "And to you too, Roman. Even if the day didn't treat me well, the night sure has." He said with another low laugh, nodding towards the food and the pleasant hum of conversation at the table...

((That's alright! And that's annoying. D: I'm going to go ahead and follow suit with everyone splitting up their responses with Character A: Words Character B: Words Lol)) Daniel The tent was full of excitement and intoxicating aromas, with the food being warm and plenty...

The woods had remained silent save for the pesky wind and the scurrying of small animals in the brush for another twenty minutes or so before the footsteps of Claudia and her lightly complaining follower were heard. Daniel had heard them first, lifting his head and crawling to the edge of his...

In the heart of the Devil Woods, the low wind blowing through the trees had an ominous sound to it, low and moaning. Even the lightest breeze brought out the most sorrowful sounds from the twisted pines and dark oaks, sometimes sounding like the soft crying of a lost child. It was eery to most...