*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.
"Uhh, cleric told me about 5 weeks in I should be having contractions." She says, hissing in pain.
He leads her down the decaying staircase to the basement and points to the hole in the corner.
"What you may do with that." He said "I hate to tell ya, but you are on my radar when it comes to things going wrong round here."
"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 nods. "It seems like I missed out. I heard Sparrow is going to be a dad, and I'm not sure if Thane is one or not. I still feel kind of... empty. Maybe talking with friends will allow some of their new happiness to rub off on me."
“Do you remember what we did before? All I remember is that I might be a lesbian.” She says, looking to the sky.
She chuckles, taking the padded bra for herself, making it disappear “You would actually look fabulous with painted claws, but only if you paint my nails too.” She says, leaning against him, her head on his shoulder.
"Remember..." She thinks, flushing deeply after a moment of realization. "Oh, r-right... I remember, yeah... I'm a lesbian, too" She says, beaming.
"Should I match the hair, or... complimentary color?"
She smiles “I wonder if your mouth tastes the same as it did before. I want to check.” She begins rolling over to her, still quite tired from the swimming.
“Complimentary color, make your hair pop. It’s already beautiful, but even more so.”
She lays down next to her, mouth parted slightly. "Get a taste, then..."
"so, like a pastel yellow... and for your nails?"
She pulls them down onto her into a kiss, holding her head next to her own for a moment.
“You can do whatever you like for mine, it’s been forever since I’ve gotten them done with anything other than blood.” She sighs, looking at them “Can you dance Jax?”
*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.
"Uhh, cleric told me about 5 weeks in I should be having contractions." She says, hissing in pain.
He leads her down the decaying staircase to the basement and points to the hole in the corner.
"What you may do with that." He said "I hate to tell ya, but you are on my radar when it comes to things going wrong round here."
“No, no, I mean how long has the gestation lasted so far?”
“…what’s that?”
“Oh it’s just in case any other, slightly powerful enemies show up and I need a distraction that’ll last more than six seconds.”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"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 nods. "It seems like I missed out. I heard Sparrow is going to be a dad, and I'm not sure if Thane is one or not. I still feel kind of... empty. Maybe talking with friends will allow some of their new happiness to rub off on me."
“Maybe, I hope it does, you deserve happiness as much as anyone else here. Thane’s a dad, and he’s taking to it well enough, though I wouldn’t know.” He says, crossing his arms “Life can be that way some times, but when everything else seems empty, being with the people you love brings life.”
*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.
"Uhh, cleric told me about 5 weeks in I should be having contractions." She says, hissing in pain.
He leads her down the decaying staircase to the basement and points to the hole in the corner.
"What you may do with that." He said "I hate to tell ya, but you are on my radar when it comes to things going wrong round here."
“No, no, I mean how long has the gestation lasted so far?”
“…what’s that?”
“Oh it’s just in case any other, slightly powerful enemies show up and I need a distraction that’ll last more than six seconds.”
"Do I look like a doctor?" She hisses in pain again, her claws digging into the sofa cushion.
"No idea. Been here since I've been here which has been since it's manifested here ." He shrugs.
"That will last more than six seconds?" He tilts his heads.
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)
“Do you remember what we did before? All I remember is that I might be a lesbian.” She says, looking to the sky.
She chuckles, taking the padded bra for herself, making it disappear “You would actually look fabulous with painted claws, but only if you paint my nails too.” She says, leaning against him, her head on his shoulder.
"Remember..." She thinks, flushing deeply after a moment of realization. "Oh, r-right... I remember, yeah... I'm a lesbian, too" She says, beaming.
"Should I match the hair, or... complimentary color?"
She smiles “I wonder if your mouth tastes the same as it did before. I want to check.” She begins rolling over to her, still quite tired from the swimming.
“Complimentary color, make your hair pop. It’s already beautiful, but even more so.”
She lays down next to her, mouth parted slightly. "Get a taste, then..."
"so, like a pastel yellow... and for your nails?"
She pulls them down onto her into a kiss, holding her head next to her own for a moment.
“You can do whatever you like for mine, it’s been forever since I’ve gotten them done with anything other than blood.” She sighs, looking at them “Can you dance Jax?”
She chirps softly, the sweet taste which was buried by alcohol rings out in it's entirety.
"Hot pink?... Oh, yeah, I can dance... waltz, tango, flamenco... though, never practiced with living people, just animated corpses... I used to be a weird loner..."
She moans softly as she pulls them away, sighing again “I love that taste, so perfect in my mouth.”
She stands up, pulling them up with her as she moves the table away, “That’s not that weird to me, but maybe I’m just a little weird too.” She begins to dance with them, leading them, her flowing black dress surprisingly good for it, very thin, nearly entirely see through up close.
*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.
"Uhh, cleric told me about 5 weeks in I should be having contractions." She says, hissing in pain.
He leads her down the decaying staircase to the basement and points to the hole in the corner.
"What you may do with that." He said "I hate to tell ya, but you are on my radar when it comes to things going wrong round here."
“No, no, I mean how long has the gestation lasted so far?”
“…what’s that?”
“Oh it’s just in case any other, slightly powerful enemies show up and I need a distraction that’ll last more than six seconds.”
"Do I look like a doctor?" She hisses in pain again, her claws digging into the sofa cushion.
"No idea. Been here since I've been here which has been since it's manifested here ." He shrugs.
"That will last more than six seconds?" He tilts his heads.
*back, sorry, was taking shower*
“Okay you ought to go to a doctor. I can allow you to levitate if that would prevent undue stress on the birth canal area.” He quickly gets up and starts preparing spells and mystic salves.
“Want me to go into it?” She offers.
“Well yeah duh, it’s not alive yet you dummy! I just need to add that special little ingredient that’ll bring the whole thing together! You know, blood gushing from the still-beating heart of a virgin, sliver of metal from a blade used to assassinate someone, the bottled breath that escaped the mouth of one who invoked the name of evil for revenge… stuff like that!”
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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.
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He sighs “Your emotions are beautiful, just like the rest of you.” He says, holding her arms around him comfortably.
"Uhh, cleric told me about 5 weeks in I should be having contractions." She says, hissing in pain.
He leads her down the decaying staircase to the basement and points to the hole in the corner.
"What you may do with that." He said "I hate to tell ya, but you are on my radar when it comes to things going wrong round here."
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 nods. "It seems like I missed out. I heard Sparrow is going to be a dad, and I'm not sure if Thane is one or not. I still feel kind of... empty. Maybe talking with friends will allow some of their new happiness to rub off on me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I know I just been feeling more.. sentimental recently."
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 pulls them down onto her into a kiss, holding her head next to her own for a moment.
“You can do whatever you like for mine, it’s been forever since I’ve gotten them done with anything other than blood.” She sighs, looking at them “Can you dance Jax?”
“No, no, I mean how long has the gestation lasted so far?”
“…what’s that?”
“Oh it’s just in case any other, slightly powerful enemies show up and I need a distraction that’ll last more than six seconds.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“That’s perfectly fine, you’re feeling again, all that love and hate and jealousy and every perfect part o’ ya. It’s good yer expressin’ it.”
“Maybe, I hope it does, you deserve happiness as much as anyone else here. Thane’s a dad, and he’s taking to it well enough, though I wouldn’t know.” He says, crossing his arms “Life can be that way some times, but when everything else seems empty, being with the people you love brings life.”
"Do I look like a doctor?" She hisses in pain again, her claws digging into the sofa cushion.
"No idea. Been here since I've been here which has been since it's manifested here ." He shrugs.
"That will last more than six seconds?" He tilts his heads.
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
*I gtg.*
*Goodnight, goobers.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I know.. I know." She nods and hugs him again.
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
*night*
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)
“Just remember, you are what makes me love my life.”
She sniffs and wipes any tears left "I love you too.."
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 moans softly as she pulls them away, sighing again “I love that taste, so perfect in my mouth.”
She stands up, pulling them up with her as she moves the table away, “That’s not that weird to me, but maybe I’m just a little weird too.” She begins to dance with them, leading them, her flowing black dress surprisingly good for it, very thin, nearly entirely see through up close.
He looks down “I’m going to kiss you for a long time now, okay?” He says.
She nods, leaning her forehead against his.
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
*back, sorry, was taking shower*
“Okay you ought to go to a doctor. I can allow you to levitate if that would prevent undue stress on the birth canal area.” He quickly gets up and starts preparing spells and mystic salves.
“Want me to go into it?” She offers.
“Well yeah duh, it’s not alive yet you dummy! I just need to add that special little ingredient that’ll bring the whole thing together! You know, blood gushing from the still-beating heart of a virgin, sliver of metal from a blade used to assassinate someone, the bottled breath that escaped the mouth of one who invoked the name of evil for revenge… stuff like that!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.