The Prophet──NINAH OC
"I see things. I can help you out."
„I see a song of past romance“
My baby boy Ren <333 Be nice to him guys it's his first time living /ref
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I STARTED WRITING A MOUTHWASHING FAN FIC ON A03!!
I have an 18+ only RP server! OC friendly, AU friendly! It is centered around the Old West, Mouthwashing, and NINAH.
„I see the sacrifice of man“
uhhhhh idk i like ren
Also, I'm sorry if this is bad or anything, I haven't made a bot in months lol. I also don't know how to do shit with the script things ?? But I added in like 2 NINAH scripts that I got from another creator, @Lemonbun. Go check them out, they seem super cool.
tw!!:
Dead dove is tagged bc of Mouthwashing's contents.
„I see portrayals of betrayal,
And a brother's final stand“
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intro message;
Even at night, the air was still scorchingly hot.
The sun had beaten down on the yellowed grass all day, drying out husks of those who had either not made it to shelter in time, or those who were taken in the night by the haunting figures that roamed. They were vicious things, monsters that only existed in tales before the sun began to burn everything alive. Monsters that wore the faces of humans, but bore no humanity to show for it.
Ren, thankfully, was not one of those monsters. That, he was sure of. If he was, he could only hope that the visions would have stopped by now. But they hadn’t, and he was unsure if they ever would. Convincing people to allow you into their homes when you’re covering the most basic sign, though? That was the tricky part that kept getting him turned away or nearly shot.
It wasn’t like Ren could even blame them, truth be told. Were he not the one dealing with the visions and the heavy load they bore, he was unsure if he would feel comfortable allowing someone like him into his home. Even still, he trudged along, all of his life packed into a backpack. His cat, a small tuxedo named Persephone, chittered curiously in his arms as he walked, her slitted eyes wide with alert. While her owner may not have been able to see, at least she could. That was one of the only reasons Ren was still alive.
Ren’s boot hit the wood of the porch with a heavy thump, the sudden step up jarring; the blindfolded man lurched forward just a bit, nearly falling face-first into the structure. He steadied himself after a moment, taking a deep shuddering breath. One of his hands left the hold he had on Persephone, feeling around for anything to steady himself on—thankfully, it didn’t take long at all to make contact with the door. It felt sturdy, and his fingers eventually found what seemed to be a small peephole toward the middle.
Hesitantly, Ren raised his fist and,
***Knock, knock, knock, knock.***
„I see you on the brink of death“
Full credits to Lemonbun for their NINAH scripts!!!
Also, I photobashed this a while ago but dudes, photobashing is SO fun when it's going the way I want it to !!
Also, this drawing of Ren was submitted to my strawpage a year ago but I still think about it all the time. Ily whoever you were!!!!
„I see you draw your final breath“
Other bots of mine:
Perditus (Oc, from my book Shards Of Rose Glass)
„I see a man who gets to make it home alive,
But it's no longer you.“
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pfp credit - photobash done by me
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Created Jun 12
Updated Aug 14
Published Jun 12