The Storyteller
@extinctTales
You can call me Stripe, or Story or anything! Just don't be rude! Any pronouns, storyteller and performer. Hi!
New question. What is your second favourite animal? Not your favourite. Second favourite. Runner up.
Interesting. That's a fun choice.
c< ....cOOKiNg cOOKiNg 2 igNOre tHe ONcOMiNg.... .... regret? wHat aM i regrettiNg? wHat did i Miss? ....i guess i Missed sOMetHiNg ObviOus, if iM regrettiNg >c
c< i dONt KNOw.... iM.... tryiNg 2 figure it Out.... sOMetHiNg i subcONsciOusly NOticed, but, didNt see directly, i guess.... >c
c< its Hard 2 say, but, i KNOw Myself well eNOugH 2 KNOw tHat.... eitHer i fucKed sOMetHiNg up iN sOMe sOcial iNteractiON, Or.... i cOuldve Helped sOMeONe, aNd didNt see tHat tHey Needed tHe Help >c
If you had to pick a favourite non-mammalian animal, what would you pick?
Marsupials are mammals, I'm afraid.
𝓣𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓷, Okay. Hehehehehehehehehehe ~ 𝓜𝓼. 𝓢𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽
The spirits are quiet tonight... Maybe I'll post an older story. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ 𓆩Tale told𓆪
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣷⡄⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⣄⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⣠⣦⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡄⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡂⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢀⣾⣿⣷⣀⣾⣿⡯⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣠⣾⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⠃⠀⠀ ⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠙⠻⣿⣿⠟⠀⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠈⠉⠛⠋⠙⠞⢿⣿⣿⠿⠋⣼⣿⣿⣯⣾⡷⠀ ⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢻⡇⠻⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡟⣼⡿⠏⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡿⠏⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Fucking yells as loud as possible just to spite you and your statement ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢁⣿⣿⣆⢀⡄⣾⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣇⣠⣀⡀⣰⣿⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⢷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣴⣶⣦⡀⢀⣀⣀⠀⣠⣴⣄⣤⣤⣤⣿⣿⣿⣹⣿⣧⠃⠙⠃⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠉⢀⣾⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢻⠻⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣻⣿⢿⠋⢿⣿⠓⢿⣿⠇⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠋⠿⠀⠈⠁⠀⠘⠟⠀⠘⢫⣇⢨⡛⠁⠈⠾⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣷⡄⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⣄⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⣠⣦⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡄⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡂⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢀⣾⣿⣷⣀⣾⣿⡯⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣠⣾⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⠃⠀⠀ ⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠙⠻⣿⣿⠟⠀⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠈⠉⠛⠋⠙⠞⢿⣿⣿⠿⠋⣼⣿⣿⣯⣾⡷⠀ ⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢻⡇⠻⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡟⣼⡿⠏⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡿⠏⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Serves you right for assuming my current vocal volumes smh ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢁⣿⣿⣆⢀⡄⣾⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣇⣠⣀⡀⣰⣿⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⢷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣴⣶⣦⡀⢀⣀⣀⠀⣠⣴⣄⣤⣤⣤⣿⣿⣿⣹⣿⣧⠃⠙⠃⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠉⢀⣾⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢻⠻⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣻⣿⢿⠋⢿⣿⠓⢿⣿⠇⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠋⠿⠀⠈⠁⠀⠘⠟⠀⠘⢫⣇⢨⡛⠁⠈⠾⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣦⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣷⡄⠀⠀⣠⣿⣿⣄⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣧⠀⠀⣰⣿⣿⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⣀⡀⠀⠀⣠⣦⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡄⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡂⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⢀⣾⣿⣷⣀⣾⣿⡯⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣤⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⣠⣾⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣯⠃⠀⠀ ⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠙⠻⣿⣿⠟⠀⠉⠉⠉⠁⠀⠈⠉⠛⠋⠙⠞⢿⣿⣿⠿⠋⣼⣿⣿⣯⣾⡷⠀ ⠀⠈⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢻⡇⠻⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⡟⣼⡿⠏⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠻⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⡿⠏⠀⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Where are you I'm gonna host the loudest spirit party ever ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣷⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣆⠀⠀⠀⠀⣴⣿⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢶⣄⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣼⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢁⣿⣿⣆⢀⡄⣾⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣇⣠⣀⡀⣰⣿⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⢷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣏⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⣿⣿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣴⣶⣦⡀⢀⣀⣀⠀⣠⣴⣄⣤⣤⣤⣿⣿⣿⣹⣿⣧⠃⠙⠃⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⠉⢀⣾⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣼⣿⣿⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣇⣿⣿⣿⣽⣿⡟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠘⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢻⠻⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣻⣿⢿⠋⢿⣿⠓⢿⣿⠇⣿⣿⡿⢿⣿⡿⣿⣿⣿⠟⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠋⠿⠀⠈⠁⠀⠘⠟⠀⠘⢫⣇⢨⡛⠁⠈⠾⠋⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
This is a story about an explorer. He was such a nervous thing, scared of the world around him. He spent most of his youth locked up in his hive, too scared to face the world. His lusus didn't mind- why would it? It had it's ward safe and happy. It taught him to dig and expand the tunnels they lived in. To make an underground labyrinth of safety. One night, the explorer dug into a cave. It was huge! It was beautiful. An underground lake with treasures from the world above. Things we considered trash. The explorer loved them! He spent hours going through the pile, cataloging everything. Piece by piece, the rest of the world started to seem less scary. Maybe all the things he'd heard from his lusus weren't true! He even started to use his husktop, talking to others. He had friends. His friends told him his lusus was right, the world was scary. But they agreed he should at least try! The explorer started small. Two steps out of the hive tunnels. A hand on the grass. He went back and told his lusus what he had seen. His lusus was scared, and so happy for him. The next night, a few more steps. A flower this time. And so on, the explorer took his steps into the universe. Each time telling his lusus what he had found. And looking up to the stars. Hoping to one night find himself among them. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ 𓆩Memory recorded𓆪
Hi, hello! Would you like a story? ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ 𓆩Tale told𓆪
I CAN WIN ANY BATTLE IF I GO "BERSERKER MODE"
This is a story about a lamb. It was a darling little thing (so cute!), so beloved by all that they were cherished. And oh, how sweet they were! Oh, how gentle! Oh, how the other had to keep it from the wolves of the world. For the lamb (sweet thing) was trusting, and trust is dangerous. The lamb bled easily. Bright lime green that made others want to bring it to slaughter. No one ever wanted to be the one to do it. Something in the lamb's eyes made it hard to kill. Perhaps it was the innocence(so sweet!). The way that it believed no one would hurt it. Don't you want to be its friend? Don't you just want to rest(so tired)? What a glorious thing, this lamb was. Now, one night, the lamb thought it would save a wolf. One of those awful, violent things(ew!). Fangs stained with blood and pushers full of rage. One came to the village. Injured and limp (Ow!). And the lamb said they were innocent. That they were just a dog, trained to kill, and not a wolf at all (oh my!). No one could bear to make the lamb cry (waaah!), so they agreed. They took the wolf in, and the lamb was right (yay!)! The wolf wasn't so scary after all. It was just a dog. Scared and injured and alone (sad!). They were all so happy that they didn't notice how the dog changed (uh-oh!). Not till they woke up to screaming. For you see, the lamb was right. The wolf was a dog. And the dog's master had come to collect his stray. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ 𓆩Tale told𓆪
Hi, hello(greetings!). What's going on? ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ 𓆩Story found𓆪
An event, a dance, drinks and food. Everyone's wearing masks but nothing feels hidden. A masquerade but the energy is, off. It's still fun, got to do some dancing.
Ah, maybe I was hoping wearing my hair a little different would stop prying eyes on me, they look at me with a fiery hunger. But no. And now I'm in a crowd, and I worry what I invite. Everyone else is having a lovely time.