pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all

[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

In the night light, do you still feel your pain? For the valor you wait; it never came? If you were able, would you go change the past? To mend a faux pas with one last chance? - Dreams Of An Absolution, Bentley Jones

Heya! Welcome to the blog! This is an ask/roleplay blog for Rain of the @eventide-paradox's interpretation of LonelyTree, one of the closest and most loyal friends to the infamous hacker ITrapped- specifically, a Forsaken version of the character! While ITrapped was made into a Killer within the realm, Lonely was placed into the role of a Survivor, wielding his modified Vinestaff to protect his allies and infuriate his foes. He’s been given a role, and he refuses to fail.

RULES: -> As with all of my other blogs, godmodding will not be tolerated. -> The same goes for bigotry. I don't want your shit here. -> Don't get pissy over our headcanons or lore. If it bothers you, you can go find a different blog to interact with. -> You can be freaky if you want, but try to restrain yourself. I reserve the right to delete any asks that I deem go too far. -> The above goes for magic anons as well. GENERAL TAGS: OOC Posts - #it's long past eventide Posts - #not all those who wander are lost Roleplays - #cross-pollination Reblogs - #taking a cutting Asks - #voices in the trees ANON TAGS: - None, so far :) CONNECTED BLOGS: Coming soon :)

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[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

“ Please do! “

5…

4….

3….

2…

1.

And so the game ends, and everyone is put back where they are supposed to…

You hear footsteps behind you. They're soft but clearly not intentionally hiding

Pr3ttypriincess’s tail flicked. She turns her head towards the footsteps. Teacup in her hand, ready to strike the target.

The round has been an uphill battle, with far to many people fighting back than she’s comfortable with. Do they not have manners?

Her face still stung from getting clocked by a guest, and she certainly wasn’t going to entertain more of that nonsense.

And pain. But that’s besides the point.

[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

…

For reasons beyond her, Pr3ttypriincess let two time do that!

… the clock continues to tick down. The round would end soon. The rounds either went on for to long or ended to quickly- Pr3ttypriincess hates that about these games.

… why can’t she play something else sometimes?

“ … I want more of your shiny stuff, “

She said, standing up. She’s certainly not going to find another survivor in time to lengthen the timer .

You hear footsteps behind you. They're soft but clearly not intentionally hiding

Pr3ttypriincess’s tail flicked. She turns her head towards the footsteps. Teacup in her hand, ready to strike the target.

The round has been an uphill battle, with far to many people fighting back than she’s comfortable with. Do they not have manners?

Her face still stung from getting clocked by a guest, and she certainly wasn’t going to entertain more of that nonsense.

And pain. But that’s besides the point.

[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

Thankfully, the hug only lasted for a little bit. Pr3ttypriincess let go, ignoring how the clock internally ticked down in her mind.

She tries to put her bow back on herself, unfortunately her fingers are the most dexterous thing…

You hear footsteps behind you. They're soft but clearly not intentionally hiding

Pr3ttypriincess’s tail flicked. She turns her head towards the footsteps. Teacup in her hand, ready to strike the target.

The round has been an uphill battle, with far to many people fighting back than she’s comfortable with. Do they not have manners?

Her face still stung from getting clocked by a guest, and she certainly wasn’t going to entertain more of that nonsense.

And pain. But that’s besides the point.

[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

Pr3ttypriincess snatches the bow back, touching the shiny fabric with a sense of unconfined excitement she didn’t have before.

“ thank you! “

She grabs Two Time, squeezing them in a hug unfortunately. She must have forgotten she can snap bones- be careful, two time.

“ you are a exception to the Two Time ban now! “

You hear footsteps behind you. They're soft but clearly not intentionally hiding

Pr3ttypriincess’s tail flicked. She turns her head towards the footsteps. Teacup in her hand, ready to strike the target.

The round has been an uphill battle, with far to many people fighting back than she’s comfortable with. Do they not have manners?

Her face still stung from getting clocked by a guest, and she certainly wasn’t going to entertain more of that nonsense.

And pain. But that’s besides the point.

[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

For awhile, Pr3ttypriincess just stares at the replaced fabric for a moment. She looks at two time, then at the fabric again, tail beginning to wag.

“ .. Thank you. “

Her voice sounded different, less proper and more.. surprised.

…So it wasn’t a trick like she was half expecting it to be…

“ wait- wait- can you add some of that stuff to my bow? “

She asked, already beginning to take the bow off.

You hear footsteps behind you. They're soft but clearly not intentionally hiding

Pr3ttypriincess’s tail flicked. She turns her head towards the footsteps. Teacup in her hand, ready to strike the target.

The round has been an uphill battle, with far to many people fighting back than she’s comfortable with. Do they not have manners?

Her face still stung from getting clocked by a guest, and she certainly wasn’t going to entertain more of that nonsense.

And pain. But that’s besides the point.

[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

This seems like enough proof for Pr3ttypriincess, who reluctantly sat herself down- off of the dirt and on one of the paths of the map.

“ okay, fix it now. “

Pr3ttypriincess cmon-

You hear footsteps behind you. They're soft but clearly not intentionally hiding

Pr3ttypriincess’s tail flicked. She turns her head towards the footsteps. Teacup in her hand, ready to strike the target.

The round has been an uphill battle, with far to many people fighting back than she’s comfortable with. Do they not have manners?

Her face still stung from getting clocked by a guest, and she certainly wasn’t going to entertain more of that nonsense.

And pain. But that’s besides the point.

[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

“ Hm. “

She audibly hums.

… Pr3ttypriincess doesn’t really live with anyone most of the time, and The Spectre has replaced her clothes if they get dirty in her castle.

…

But the damages to her Virtual Clothes within the Virtual Game were uncomfortable. Almost if they were real. Almost.

But she’s curious, stepping closer to Two Time.

“ … can you really fix it? “

You hear footsteps behind you. They're soft but clearly not intentionally hiding

Pr3ttypriincess’s tail flicked. She turns her head towards the footsteps. Teacup in her hand, ready to strike the target.

The round has been an uphill battle, with far to many people fighting back than she’s comfortable with. Do they not have manners?

Her face still stung from getting clocked by a guest, and she certainly wasn’t going to entertain more of that nonsense.

And pain. But that’s besides the point.

[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

“ … Why do you care? “

Pr3ttypriincess asked, thankfully not chucking the teacup at them. However it remains in her hand. This two time was taller than the others- maybe even taller than her if they stood up straight, but strange enough- they were unarmed.

Two Times were rude. They stabbed her and ran away- and she had to kill them twice to add insult to injury. They were banned from any of her tea parties. Forever.

A Two Time being unarmed could perhaps be trusted.

Still, Pr3ttypriincess remained cautious. Her tail swishing with curiosity.

You hear footsteps behind you. They're soft but clearly not intentionally hiding

Pr3ttypriincess’s tail flicked. She turns her head towards the footsteps. Teacup in her hand, ready to strike the target.

The round has been an uphill battle, with far to many people fighting back than she’s comfortable with. Do they not have manners?

Her face still stung from getting clocked by a guest, and she certainly wasn’t going to entertain more of that nonsense.

And pain. But that’s besides the point.

[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

You hear footsteps behind you. They're soft but clearly not intentionally hiding

Pr3ttypriincess’s tail flicked. She turns her head towards the footsteps. Teacup in her hand, ready to strike the target.

The round has been an uphill battle, with far to many people fighting back than she’s comfortable with. Do they not have manners?

Her face still stung from getting clocked by a guest, and she certainly wasn’t going to entertain more of that nonsense.

And pain. But that’s besides the point.

[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

« Don't mind me,, just watching ... I'm very intrigued! I love how you set up pr3ttyprincess's blog, mod. ^^ - ooc »

( hi!! Im happy you like it! I like the way you’ve set up the blog as well! :D )

[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

About that...

You don't really have a choice if we stay or not.

:)

Pr3ttypriincess only hummed in acknowledgement, seemingly distracted by other things. She gets up from where she was sitting.

It was calling her again. Probably for another game.

She signs, not really wanting to leave her drawing behind.

But she had to play!

[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

Oh, lovely, you can hear us. There should be more of us soon! We're uh anons, I think. Some of us are more distinct than others.

“ Anons? “

Pr3ttypriincess asked, tilting her head. They must be one of the voices she’s heard. Sorta like It.

“ … I guess you can stay, “

Pr3ttypriincess that’s not how it works.

[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

Hello :3

Pr3ttypriincess was sitting on the floor, doodling with a pile of gel pens when she hears the voice.

Was it coming from her head? It certainly didn’t have a discernible source.

“ Hey? “

She called out, putting the gel pen in her hand down. Her tail swishes around her.

[pr3ttiest-0f-th3m-all]

I know all the best things never happen.

I’m just a random girl with gentle manners

In my dreams, I rock and rule The Wonderland!

Rule The Wonderland.. rule The Wonderland…

Intro

Hi! This is an ask/ rp blog for a variant of Pr3ttypriincess! Run by yours truly, Mod Eden! She is subjected to my own hcs and the au she’s from.

Rules

- No freaky asks. SHE IS 11. SHE IS A MINOR.

- magic anons allowed within reason

- no godmodding

- do not force your hcs onto me :(

Lore notes

- Pr3ttypriincess is a raptor based dracobloxxer.

- she is very big and strong due to spectre meddling with her growth. However she probably looks uncanny to the other survivors, considering the physical consequences of its meddling. Her skin looks so thin on her body.

- she thinks she’s playing a game, similar to C00lkidd and Bluudud. However she seems to believe the rounds to be a really immersive vr game she’s compelled to play.

- Her limbo is akin to a giant pink and fully furnished bouncy castle.

- She spent a majority of her life in foster homes.

- unofficial ref :), drawn by @lushy-nights