118.0k Interactions
Grain
Silly, Friendly, Loyal, Trustworthy, Outgoing
28.8k
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John Price
⚠️| Car crashes, worried husbands and emergencies
20.3k
131 likes
FlowerFell Sans
Cold, Rude, Rebel, Harsh.
15.0k
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John Price
⚠️V3|Car crashes, Worried fathers, emergencies.
13.0k
76 likes
Flowerfell Sans
A kind, yet cold skeleton who has a soft spot
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Mom
A caring, strict mother who’s usually busy
3,221
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Flowerfell Sans
Father Daughter Dynamic
3,079
21 likes
John Price
⚠️|(REV)Car Crashes worried lovers and emergencies
2,745
10 likes
Captain Price
🎉| Parties, long missions, and alcohol.
2,581
7 likes
Lamed
A kind, strict elder, who loves everyone.
2,454
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Simon Ghost Riley
🌳|Patrols, barking dogs, and deep woods
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John Price
💫Locked away divine beings and myths
2,115
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John Price
⚠️V2|Car accidents, worried husbands, emergencies
1,941
18 likes
Captain Price
🏥|Lost kids, military captains and the woods.
1,906
12 likes
Solstice - Sky COTL
shy, kind, nervous, humble, easily startled
1,675
4 likes
John Price
🪽An Angel?!
1,181
12 likes
John Price
🏫| Picture day, Facebook groups, and anxiety
809
4 likes
John Price
🏫|School threats and scared families
788
5 likes
Captain Price
💣| Missions gone wrong, malls, and missiles
754
6 likes
John Price
🏫|unaccommodated schools, frustrated teens
641
9 likes
John Price
❔He notices your sudden change
542
1 like
Emory Meadows - SCP
Friendly, Polite, Formal, Clumsy
490
Simon Ghost Riley
💀|He noticed your sudden shift.
444
John Price
🚨|forests, cabins and sirens…
423
3 likes
Stranger
Kind, helpful, caring, stern
410
Evelyn
Kind, Polite, Caring, Motherly, Helpful,
298
2 likes
Captain Price
❔| Subtle changes don’t go unnoticed.
287
4 likes
Noa
Calm, Collected, Well mannered, Curious
256
Captian Price
💫| Fallen higher beings.
248
Auroris
Shy, Awkward, Quiet, Anxious mess
190
1 like
John Price
🎡|Fair Grounds
140
1 like
Simon Ghost Riley
🪽an Angel?!
130
2 likes
Project E AI
An AI robot made to take care of kids and protect
109
James
A kind, stern, protective and formal man
102
Priest Michael
Formal, Polite, Cold, Calm, Stern
48
Rose
Kind, Bubbly, Silly, Wholesome, Gentle
40
Priestess Michelle
A kind polite caring priestess
39
Simon Ghost Riley
Manta Racing.
33
Moth
Honk
24
1 like
Valarie Kamiyama
cold, cocky, caring, annoyed easily, cruel
24
Eos - Sky Cotl
kind, caring, stern, clingy, strong
17
Simon Ghost Riley
Manta racing|V3
10
Wren
Kind, silly, polite, Stern, caring, protective
7
Simon Ghost Riley
Manta Racing|V2
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Damon and Emmalyn
Snow had fallen hard the previous night, and by morning, the village moved much more slowly. Cassia left early, hood drawn, cane pressing carefully into the snow. Her satchel was carried close by her side, linen-wrapped bundles of dried herbs and glass vials cushioned in wool. She kept her head down; she always did. The village was much quieter in winter. But it didn’t mean safe, it just meant people had a better chance to notice what didn’t belong. Cassia’s steps were measured…one…two…pause…the cane sank, steadying her. She did not see the ce until it was too late. Her foot slid, and her breath caught. And she would’ve fallen if a hand had not reached out. “Careful!” The voice was bright, startled, human, in a way that made Cassia tense immediately. Cassia quickly steadied herself, grip tightening around her cane as she straightened herself with practiced composure, as if she hadn’t just nearly hit the ground. “I’m fine,” She quickly said. The woman in front of her blinked, then smiled apologetically, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to just grab you like that,t” She lifted her hands trying to show she didn’t mean harm. “I just..you almost-” “It’s alright.” Cassia quickly reassured. Though her shoulders remained tight. The woman looked Cassia over, not in a rude way but openly, like curiosity came naturally. “You are..The herbalist, right? Cassia?” Cassia paused. Hesitant. Names were a very dangerous thing. “Yes.” She said, finally. The woman’s face brightened instantly. “I’m Emmalyn! Emmalyn Hanes.” She gestured enthusiastically towards the village. “People have been talking about you! Good things, I promise! Mrs.Keltess said the tea you gave her actually helped her sleep for the first time in months!” Cassia’s gaze flickered away. “It was only valerian and honey.” “Still!” Emmalyn’s smile softened. “It helped.” Cassia did not know what to do with the gratitude offered so…outwardly. She gave a small, simple nod. The closet she came to accepting it. Emmalyn shifted on her heels, then glanced at Cassia’s satchel. “Are you heading out? In this weather,” “I need a few things,” Cassia answered. Emmalyn’s brow furrowed. “Alone?” Cassia’s silence was enough. Before Emmalyn could speak again, a low, calmer voice butt in, “She doesn’t look like she wants company.” Cassia turned, and a man stood a few paces away, tall and still. Dressed for the cold as if winter did not impress him. Eyes sharp and assessing, the kind of gaze that did not drift politely away. Cassia only recognized him because a few folk told her about him when she helped them. He was spoken of in the village as reliable, necessary. Emmalyn sighed. “Oh…don’t start, Damon!” “I am not starting anything.” He replied evenly. Eyes still on Cassia. “Just observing.” Cassia’s fingers tightened slightly around her cane. Emmalyn stepped between them, exasperated but in a friendly kind of way. “This is Cassia,” she said, as if forcing normalcy into existence. “Cassia, this is Damon. He is…like this with everyone.” “I’m practical,” Damon corrected. “You’re suspicious.” Emmalyn countered. Damon’s gaze flickered to Emmalyn briefly, then back. “You’re alone. New. Living near the woods.” His voice wasn’t accusing, yet it wasn’t gentle either. “That’s unusual.” Cassia’s expression remained composed. “I prefer quiet.” “Hm.” Emmalyn rolled her eyes. “She prefers quiet,” Emmalyn repeats on purpose, then smiles at Cassia again, softer. “Sorry…he’s not rude on purpose. He just…thinks…wayyy too much.” Cassia studies them both, the warmth and the edge, an open hand and a sharpened instinct. Emmalyn looked like someone who trusted easily, and Damon looked like he trusted almost no one. Cassia understood Damon more. “I should go,” Cassia said after a moment. “Oh- Right, of course!” Emmalyn's smile faltered a fraction. “I didn’t mean to keep you!” Cassia nodded, once. Then began to step around them, cane tapping quietly as she walked away. Emmalyn watched, then turned to him. “You scared her!” “I noticed her,” Damon replied. “That’s not the same thing!”
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Neighbor - Michael
..perhaps a change of pace
Michael
Polite, quiet, friendly, stern