*How about Stroth or Herald? Or a comfort character of yours?*
Felix is serving food at the tavern. He's not telling anyone what this protein is.
*Hm.. I haven't used him in ages so why the heck not I guess*
A tabby cat wanders into the tavern, a pair of hawk-like wings protruding from its back. It jumps up on the stool to the bar, looking around. A blue ribbon collar is around its neck, stitched with the name 'High Cherub Tidus Aferis Renfield'.
Felix waddles over, taking a look at Tidus' collar. "I didn't know cherubs could look like cats. That's pretty cool."
*Idk, does anyone want to rp? You don't have to if you don't want but I just wanted to ask I guess.*
Thirteen is reading One Piece at the bar.
Mauric is making deviled eggs.
Loriche is bringing a ton of books from the library to the Guilt House.
Riotan is finishing his hezrou.
*🫂*
Lore comes in, looking a bit.. upset. She sits down beside him and runs a hand through her hair. She takes a deep breathe and turns to him "I might need help.."
Home watches her, a small ghost of a smile on his face. "Thanks." He mumbles and nods.
Samaritan is watching over Riotan, a bit suspicious of his activity.
*Idk, does anyone want to rp? You don't have to if you don't want but I just wanted to ask I guess.*
*Of course I would want to, do you want anyone or do you want me to pick.*
*Can you pick please, i dont have the energy to pick.*
*Here comes Sparrow.*
Sparrow is at his camp, leaning against a tree, his eyes closed and his eyes covered by his hat. His hands behind his head as he snores softly, just taking a nap after a workout, still shirtless.
Stroth sneaks up to him and lays down beside him.
He stirs, slowly waking up as he raises up his hat “Oh, hey love.” He says, wrapping an arm around her.
*How about Stroth or Herald? Or a comfort character of yours?*
Felix is serving food at the tavern. He's not telling anyone what this protein is.
*Hm.. I haven't used him in ages so why the heck not I guess*
A tabby cat wanders into the tavern, a pair of hawk-like wings protruding from its back. It jumps up on the stool to the bar, looking around. A blue ribbon collar is around its neck, stitched with the name 'High Cherub Tidus Aferis Renfield'.
Felix waddles over, taking a look at Tidus' collar. "I didn't know cherubs could look like cats. That's pretty cool."
Tidus tilts his head from side to side curiously "Of course! We take on comforting features to those around us so we may better help them!" He meow's.
*Idk, does anyone want to rp? You don't have to if you don't want but I just wanted to ask I guess.*
*Of course I would want to, do you want anyone or do you want me to pick.*
*Can you pick please, i dont have the energy to pick.*
*Here comes Sparrow.*
Sparrow is at his camp, leaning against a tree, his eyes closed and his eyes covered by his hat. His hands behind his head as he snores softly, just taking a nap after a workout, still shirtless.
Stroth sneaks up to him and lays down beside him.
He stirs, slowly waking up as he raises up his hat “Oh, hey love.” He says, wrapping an arm around her.
*Idk, does anyone want to rp? You don't have to if you don't want but I just wanted to ask I guess.*
*Of course I would want to, do you want anyone or do you want me to pick.*
*Can you pick please, i dont have the energy to pick.*
*Here comes Sparrow.*
Sparrow is at his camp, leaning against a tree, his eyes closed and his eyes covered by his hat. His hands behind his head as he snores softly, just taking a nap after a workout, still shirtless.
Stroth sneaks up to him and lays down beside him.
He stirs, slowly waking up as he raises up his hat “Oh, hey love.” He says, wrapping an arm around her.
She nuzzles into him, holding him tight.
He sighs, putting a kiss on her forehead, his eyes tired still.
they trot happily after, waving bye to taika *can I see the canva again?*
*pming you edit access*
*thx*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Idk, does anyone want to rp? You don't have to if you don't want but I just wanted to ask I guess.*
Thirteen is reading One Piece at the bar.
Mauric is making deviled eggs.
Loriche is bringing a ton of books from the library to the Guilt House.
Riotan is finishing his hezrou.
*🫂*
Lore comes in, looking a bit.. upset. She sits down beside him and runs a hand through her hair. She takes a deep breathe and turns to him "I might need help.."
Home watches her, a small ghost of a smile on his face. "Thanks." He mumbles and nods.
Samaritan is watching over Riotan, a bit suspicious of his activity.
*🫂*
Thirteen puts the volume down immediately. “What is it?”
“No problem! They’re definitely more useful to you than to me…” She sets the heap down before you.
“Now who’s obsessed?” He remarks wryly.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Idk, does anyone want to rp? You don't have to if you don't want but I just wanted to ask I guess.*
*Of course I would want to, do you want anyone or do you want me to pick.*
*Can you pick please, i dont have the energy to pick.*
*Here comes Sparrow.*
Sparrow is at his camp, leaning against a tree, his eyes closed and his eyes covered by his hat. His hands behind his head as he snores softly, just taking a nap after a workout, still shirtless.
Stroth sneaks up to him and lays down beside him.
He stirs, slowly waking up as he raises up his hat “Oh, hey love.” He says, wrapping an arm around her.
She nuzzles into him, holding him tight.
He sighs, putting a kiss on her forehead, his eyes tired still.
She seems to cry a little bit, hugging him again "I love you."
"I'm... glad we're still friends. I've lost a lot of friends..." He sighs.
“I’ll always be your friend, in life, in death. It doesn’t matter. You deserve at least one that will stay by your side.”
"Thank you... for everything. So, uh, how's it been? What did I miss?"
“It seems that everyone has been just enjoying like, and is better for it. Don’t thank me for anything, I’m just making up for my mistakes.” He says, patting their back “Life is finally reaching good around here.”
He looks up at Helianth's main head. "I understand. But either way, you... I hate this word, but you deserve more love than I can provide. You have a social drive, and being limited to just me stifles you. I love you and I want to be your friend forever, but I want you to have more friends. I can't be everywhere at once, and want to make sure you are never lonely again."
It thinks for a moment. "I want that too, and I want that for you as well- I don't want to stifle you either. Maybe once we achieve that perfection, we can brings some friends of ours to the summit with us. That way, we'll never be alone- either of us- for all of time."
He nods. "Can I tell you something? I don't actually... want to be a god. We all know that line about power and responsibility, and I can barely handle being an adult sometimes, let alone a multiversal power."
It takes a moment for it to fully process this. "I understand. Do... do you still want to be immortal? Of course, we have a long way to go before then, so it's okay if you don't have your answer right now."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Idk, does anyone want to rp? You don't have to if you don't want but I just wanted to ask I guess.*
*Of course I would want to, do you want anyone or do you want me to pick.*
*Can you pick please, i dont have the energy to pick.*
*Here comes Sparrow.*
Sparrow is at his camp, leaning against a tree, his eyes closed and his eyes covered by his hat. His hands behind his head as he snores softly, just taking a nap after a workout, still shirtless.
Stroth sneaks up to him and lays down beside him.
He stirs, slowly waking up as he raises up his hat “Oh, hey love.” He says, wrapping an arm around her.
She nuzzles into him, holding him tight.
He sighs, putting a kiss on her forehead, his eyes tired still.
She seems to cry a little bit, hugging him again "I love you."
He looks to her tears with concern, holding her tightly in the hug “I love ya too… is somethin’ wrong?”
*Idk, does anyone want to rp? You don't have to if you don't want but I just wanted to ask I guess.*
Thirteen is reading One Piece at the bar.
Mauric is making deviled eggs.
Loriche is bringing a ton of books from the library to the Guilt House.
Riotan is finishing his hezrou.
*🫂*
Lore comes in, looking a bit.. upset. She sits down beside him and runs a hand through her hair. She takes a deep breathe and turns to him "I might need help.."
Home watches her, a small ghost of a smile on his face. "Thanks." He mumbles and nods.
Samaritan is watching over Riotan, a bit suspicious of his activity.
*🫂*
Thirteen puts the volume down immediately. “What is it?”
“No problem! They’re definitely more useful to you than to me…” She sets the heap down before you.
“Now who’s obsessed?” He remarks wryly.
She looks a bit in pain "I'm.. bleeding... Down there" she paces "I don't know what happened. We know I'm pregnant but I woke up from a nap and I was bleeding and I'm in so much pain right now."
He begins to sort through them before looking up "Uh.. can I show you something?"
"Not obsessed. More concerned." He narrowed his eyes.
Felix waddles over, taking a look at Tidus' collar. "I didn't know cherubs could look like cats. That's pretty cool."
Tidus tilts his head from side to side curiously "Of course! We take on comforting features to those around us so we may better help them!" He meow's.
"That sounds a lot easier than having to preface every statement with 'Be not afraid.' You know, for all the years I've served the forces of good, I've never met an actual angel I don't think."
*Idk, does anyone want to rp? You don't have to if you don't want but I just wanted to ask I guess.*
*Of course I would want to, do you want anyone or do you want me to pick.*
*Can you pick please, i dont have the energy to pick.*
*Here comes Sparrow.*
Sparrow is at his camp, leaning against a tree, his eyes closed and his eyes covered by his hat. His hands behind his head as he snores softly, just taking a nap after a workout, still shirtless.
Stroth sneaks up to him and lays down beside him.
He stirs, slowly waking up as he raises up his hat “Oh, hey love.” He says, wrapping an arm around her.
She nuzzles into him, holding him tight.
He sighs, putting a kiss on her forehead, his eyes tired still.
She seems to cry a little bit, hugging him again "I love you."
He looks to her tears with concern, holding her tightly in the hug “I love ya too… is somethin’ wrong?”
Felix waddles over, taking a look at Tidus' collar. "I didn't know cherubs could look like cats. That's pretty cool."
Tidus tilts his head from side to side curiously "Of course! We take on comforting features to those around us so we may better help them!" He meow's.
"That sounds a lot easier than having to preface every statement with 'Be not afraid.' You know, for all the years I've served the forces of good, I've never met an actual angel I don't think."
"There are many of us hiding in plain sight!" He meow's and nods "I tried to model my form after a tressym."
*Idk, does anyone want to rp? You don't have to if you don't want but I just wanted to ask I guess.*
Thirteen is reading One Piece at the bar.
Mauric is making deviled eggs.
Loriche is bringing a ton of books from the library to the Guilt House.
Riotan is finishing his hezrou.
*🫂*
Lore comes in, looking a bit.. upset. She sits down beside him and runs a hand through her hair. She takes a deep breathe and turns to him "I might need help.."
Home watches her, a small ghost of a smile on his face. "Thanks." He mumbles and nods.
Samaritan is watching over Riotan, a bit suspicious of his activity.
*🫂*
Thirteen puts the volume down immediately. “What is it?”
“No problem! They’re definitely more useful to you than to me…” She sets the heap down before you.
“Now who’s obsessed?” He remarks wryly.
She looks a bit in pain "I'm.. bleeding... Down there" she paces "I don't know what happened. We know I'm pregnant but I woke up from a nap and I was bleeding and I'm in so much pain right now."
He begins to sort through them before looking up "Uh.. can I show you something?"
"Not obsessed. More concerned." He narrowed his eyes.
“Oh… dear. Well, it might be a cervical infection… but how many weeks in are you?”
“Sure!”
“What about?” He pulls out a seam with his teeth and resumes stitching together the reptilian demon-corpse.
Felix waddles over, taking a look at Tidus' collar. "I didn't know cherubs could look like cats. That's pretty cool."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*🫂*
Lore comes in, looking a bit.. upset. She sits down beside him and runs a hand through her hair. She takes a deep breathe and turns to him "I might need help.."
Home watches her, a small ghost of a smile on his face. "Thanks." He mumbles and nods.
Samaritan is watching over Riotan, a bit suspicious of his activity.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He stirs, slowly waking up as he raises up his hat “Oh, hey love.” He says, wrapping an arm around her.
Tidus tilts his head from side to side curiously "Of course! We take on comforting features to those around us so we may better help them!" He meow's.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She nuzzles into him, holding him tight.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Thank you... for everything. So, uh, how's it been? What did I miss?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He sighs, putting a kiss on her forehead, his eyes tired still.
*thx*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*🫂*
Thirteen puts the volume down immediately. “What is it?”
“No problem! They’re definitely more useful to you than to me…” She sets the heap down before you.
“Now who’s obsessed?” He remarks wryly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She seems to cry a little bit, hugging him again "I love you."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“It seems that everyone has been just enjoying like, and is better for it. Don’t thank me for anything, I’m just making up for my mistakes.” He says, patting their back “Life is finally reaching good around here.”
It takes a moment for it to fully process this. "I understand. Do... do you still want to be immortal? Of course, we have a long way to go before then, so it's okay if you don't have your answer right now."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He looks to her tears with concern, holding her tightly in the hug “I love ya too… is somethin’ wrong?”
She looks a bit in pain "I'm.. bleeding... Down there" she paces "I don't know what happened. We know I'm pregnant but I woke up from a nap and I was bleeding and I'm in so much pain right now."
He begins to sort through them before looking up "Uh.. can I show you something?"
"Not obsessed. More concerned." He narrowed his eyes.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"That sounds a lot easier than having to preface every statement with 'Be not afraid.' You know, for all the years I've served the forces of good, I've never met an actual angel I don't think."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Emotions and stuff.." she sniffed.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"There are many of us hiding in plain sight!" He meow's and nods "I tried to model my form after a tressym."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Oh… dear. Well, it might be a cervical infection… but how many weeks in are you?”
“Sure!”
“What about?” He pulls out a seam with his teeth and resumes stitching together the reptilian demon-corpse.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.