*Like, I'm good at the killing part but I'm not that good at the staying alive part and every time you die you get a massive hit to your overall level rank so every time i have to restart fully*
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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.
"Love is when we care about each other a whole awful lot It's very important. Everyone should love everyone else. Sometimes people don't love each other, and that makes us sad. But that doesn't mean we can't love them anyway."
"Huh.. What if someone does not feel 'love'? How does that go about?" He asks "Also, is there just 'love'?"
He scratches his head. "I don't know. I'll have to do some learning myself. I might go to the library to read about love. Do you know how to read?"
"Love is when we care about each other a whole awful lot It's very important. Everyone should love everyone else. Sometimes people don't love each other, and that makes us sad. But that doesn't mean we can't love them anyway."
"Huh.. What if someone does not feel 'love'? How does that go about?" He asks "Also, is there just 'love'?"
He scratches his head. "I don't know. I'll have to do some learning myself. I might go to the library to read about love. Do you know how to read?"
"Old scriptures and such.." He nods "Not very good but I can try." he explains and fidgets with his teeth, picking them out and putting them back in.
The musician quickly makes sure nobody is injured, calms the kids down, and looks directly at the ghost with a smile despite not having a mirror anymore. "Thank you for joining us today, friend. You are welcome here whenever you want. If you would like, you can stay for the sing along. If you don't know the song, you can just clap your hands."
They sit down on the grass, eager to hear the song.
He grins and picks up his guitar, which was sitting next to his "clean-up box." He sings a song about weird friends, and how actually, we're all different and those differences make the world go round. It's not super long or complicated, but it is very good for a children's song about friendship. Kind of a jam, actually. Some of the kids know it already, but it seems to be a song original to him that he's played before but hasn't caught on with the wider public.
The kids to either side of her seem to be getting cold.
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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)
He grins and picks up his guitar, which was sitting next to his "clean-up box." He sings a song about weird friends, and how actually, we're all different and those differences make the world go round. It's not super long or complicated, but it is very good for a children's song about friendship. Kind of a jam, actually. Some of the kids know it already, but it seems to be a song original to him that he's played before but hasn't caught on with the wider public.
The kids to either side of her seem to be getting cold.
After the show is over, everyone heads home, and the musician just stays there. He hasn't made any money from this.
He grins and picks up his guitar, which was sitting next to his "clean-up box." He sings a song about weird friends, and how actually, we're all different and those differences make the world go round. It's not super long or complicated, but it is very good for a children's song about friendship. Kind of a jam, actually. Some of the kids know it already, but it seems to be a song original to him that he's played before but hasn't caught on with the wider public.
The kids to either side of her seem to be getting cold.
After the show is over, everyone heads home, and the musician just stays there. He hasn't made any money from this.
A silver peice seems to appear in midair and float itself into his hand. It’s freezing cold
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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)
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)
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)
*Like, I'm good at the killing part but I'm not that good at the staying alive part and every time you die you get a massive hit to your overall level rank so every time i have to restart fully*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He scratches his head. "I don't know. I'll have to do some learning myself. I might go to the library to read about love. Do you know how to read?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Old scriptures and such.." He nods "Not very good but I can try." he explains and fidgets with his teeth, picking them out and putting them back in.
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 made my feyboi a children's edutainer.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I saw and he is absolutely lovely. Franz, right?*
"I can teach you, if you like. I've taught a lot of people how to read." He tries to ignore the teeth thing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Correct. Franz Sugarplum.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The kids to either side of her seem to be getting cold.
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)
*beautiful*
*I think Vanilla would like him.*
After the show is over, everyone heads home, and the musician just stays there. He hasn't made any money from this.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*guess who just bluescreened?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A silver peice seems to appear in midair and float itself into his hand. It’s freezing cold
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)
*No idea what that is but I am back.*
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 am... tired.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(blue screen is computer killing itself)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
Sorry bud
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)
*hello?*
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)
*Back for a bit*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Also here, I don’t for how long.*
*here*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.