*the sugarplum fairy definitely leads a crime family*
*Do I even want you to explain? Actually of course I do, that gives me an idea. Also, wanna rp?*
*of course I want you to roleplay!*
*and I mean, the Sugarplum fairy is the leader of a kingdom of sweets, are you telling me she hasn’t taken power via dominating the Candy trade with brutal, semi legal methods and ascended to the throne after assassinating her rivals?*
He looks down to himself, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes “Sorry about that, I usually find myself full of spears when I come out of being high. My worst ideas come around those times. Can I do something to make it up?”
He shakes his head. "It's all okay. Everyone makes mistakes. I just want you to be more careful. Someone could have gotten hurt." Victor notices that Franz has colorful band-aids all over his hands. "But while you're sober, could you help me build? I'm hoping to make a nice little set. It's gonna have a roof so everyone can stay dry."
*He's estranged from her, so even if she is I'm not sure he necessarily would be.*
*Anyway, wanna RP?*
*sure!*
Franz is at the tavern, looking tired but happy. Despite his expression, he is still looking his best, and smells like sweets as usual. He's put up a notice asking for help building his set outside, so that kids can stay safe from the elements while still being at least a little bit exposed to nature during his lessons.
*the sugarplum fairy definitely leads a crime family*
*Do I even want you to explain? Actually of course I do, that gives me an idea. Also, wanna rp?*
*of course I want you to roleplay!*
*and I mean, the Sugarplum fairy is the leader of a kingdom of sweets, are you telling me she hasn’t taken power via dominating the Candy trade with brutal, semi legal methods and ascended to the throne after assassinating her rivals?*
*I love those ideas*
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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 looks down to himself, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes “Sorry about that, I usually find myself full of spears when I come out of being high. My worst ideas come around those times. Can I do something to make it up?”
He shakes his head. "It's all okay. Everyone makes mistakes. I just want you to be more careful. Someone could have gotten hurt." Victor notices that Franz has colorful band-aids all over his hands. "But while you're sober, could you help me build? I'm hoping to make a nice little set. It's gonna have a roof so everyone can stay dry."
He stands up, using a palm to crack his neck and rolling his shoulder “Well I’ve lived for so long I’ve a decent amount of experience with everything. So I can certainly build you anything you need. When do you need it by?” He asks, his demeanor changing from when they first met him, more professional.
He shakes his head. "It's all okay. Everyone makes mistakes. I just want you to be more careful. Someone could have gotten hurt." Victor notices that Franz has colorful band-aids all over his hands. "But while you're sober, could you help me build? I'm hoping to make a nice little set. It's gonna have a roof so everyone can stay dry."
He stands up, using a palm to crack his neck and rolling his shoulder “Well I’ve lived for so long I’ve a decent amount of experience with everything. So I can certainly build you anything you need. When do you need it by?” He asks, his demeanor changing from when they first met him, more professional.
He smiles a bit brighter. "Thank you, friend. I would like it done before the spring. It rains a lot in the spring. I can't pay you much, but I'll bake us a cake when we're done."
*It’s good, I’m pretty sure we finished off good anyway. Wanna start a new one?*
*Shore :]*
*Who would you like?*
*I suppose cowboys, not Sparrow though, don't want to traumatize him more.*
*Sparrow needs a minute.*
Merabelle is serving people in Samaritan’s restaurant, being the friendly giant she always is, a smile on her face broader than anything else.
Thane is continuing to do what he does now, which is teach. He’s decided to become a teacher, especially for younger children, and is doing quite good.
Grimes has finally shaken the feeling of dread he got from the portal to hell having been open and is taking a nap.
He shakes his head. "It's all okay. Everyone makes mistakes. I just want you to be more careful. Someone could have gotten hurt." Victor notices that Franz has colorful band-aids all over his hands. "But while you're sober, could you help me build? I'm hoping to make a nice little set. It's gonna have a roof so everyone can stay dry."
He stands up, using a palm to crack his neck and rolling his shoulder “Well I’ve lived for so long I’ve a decent amount of experience with everything. So I can certainly build you anything you need. When do you need it by?” He asks, his demeanor changing from when they first met him, more professional.
He smiles a bit brighter. "Thank you, friend. I would like it done before the spring. It rains a lot in the spring. I can't pay you much, but I'll bake us a cake when we're done."
“How about I have it done before the end of the month?” He says, taking his knife from his belt “The dimensions you need for it? Height, width, that sort of thing? Also, I like Chocolate Cake, I know it’s basic, but it’s what I like.”
*He's estranged from her, so even if she is I'm not sure he necessarily would be.*
*Anyway, wanna RP?*
*sure!*
Franz is at the tavern, looking tired but happy. Despite his expression, he is still looking his best, and smells like sweets as usual. He's put up a notice asking for help building his set outside, so that kids can stay safe from the elements while still being at least a little bit exposed to nature during his lessons.
Felix continues to be dead.
Franz notices that Vanilla has volunteered to help.
He smiles a bit brighter. "Thank you, friend. I would like it done before the spring. It rains a lot in the spring. I can't pay you much, but I'll bake us a cake when we're done."
“How about I have it done before the end of the month?” He says, taking his knife from his belt “The dimensions you need for it? Height, width, that sort of thing? Also, I like Chocolate Cake, I know it’s basic, but it’s what I like.”
"Chocolate cake is my favorite too. I have the blueprints inside. I'll go get them." He gets up and heads into the place, leaving Victor with the pie and the "Patience" sign.
He smiles a bit brighter. "Thank you, friend. I would like it done before the spring. It rains a lot in the spring. I can't pay you much, but I'll bake us a cake when we're done."
“How about I have it done before the end of the month?” He says, taking his knife from his belt “The dimensions you need for it? Height, width, that sort of thing? Also, I like Chocolate Cake, I know it’s basic, but it’s what I like.”
"Chocolate cake is my favorite too. I have the blueprints inside. I'll go get them." He gets up and heads into the place, leaving Victor with the pie and the "Patience" sign.
He gets curious and walks towards the pie. He has the self control not to touch, so he simply looks at it patiently, smiling softly. He hasn’t had much to do in a long time.
An odd chill is moving around the tavern, but sha’dia is nowhere to be seen. Mirrors frost up, drinks frost over, and patrons shiver as the freezing specter whisks about.
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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)
Franz is at the tavern, looking tired but happy. Despite his expression, he is still looking his best, and smells like sweets as usual. He's put up a notice asking for help building his set outside, so that kids can stay safe from the elements while still being at least a little bit exposed to nature during his lessons.
Franz notices that Vanilla has volunteered to help.
He smiles and looks at Vanilla. "That's very nice of you. How would you like to help?"
Franz is at the tavern, looking tired but happy. Despite his expression, he is still looking his best, and smells like sweets as usual. He's put up a notice asking for help building his set outside, so that kids can stay safe from the elements while still being at least a little bit exposed to nature during his lessons.
Franz notices that Vanilla has volunteered to help.
He smiles and looks at Vanilla. "That's very nice of you. How would you like to help?"
He chuckles. “Any way I can, really! I could help get you any materials you need if you don’t have them. Probably.”
An odd chill is moving around the tavern, but sha’dia is nowhere to be seen. Mirrors frost up, drinks frost over, and patrons shiver as the freezing specter whisks about.
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)
*of course I want you to roleplay!*
*and I mean, the Sugarplum fairy is the leader of a kingdom of sweets, are you telling me she hasn’t taken power via dominating the Candy trade with brutal, semi legal methods and ascended to the throne after assassinating her rivals?*
He shakes his head. "It's all okay. Everyone makes mistakes. I just want you to be more careful. Someone could have gotten hurt." Victor notices that Franz has colorful band-aids all over his hands. "But while you're sober, could you help me build? I'm hoping to make a nice little set. It's gonna have a roof so everyone can stay dry."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Shore :]*
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
Franz is at the tavern, looking tired but happy. Despite his expression, he is still looking his best, and smells like sweets as usual. He's put up a notice asking for help building his set outside, so that kids can stay safe from the elements while still being at least a little bit exposed to nature during his lessons.
Felix continues to be dead.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I love those ideas*
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 stands up, using a palm to crack his neck and rolling his shoulder “Well I’ve lived for so long I’ve a decent amount of experience with everything. So I can certainly build you anything you need. When do you need it by?” He asks, his demeanor changing from when they first met him, more professional.
*Who would you like?*
*I suppose cowboys, not Sparrow though, don't want to traumatize him more.*
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 smiles a bit brighter. "Thank you, friend. I would like it done before the spring. It rains a lot in the spring. I can't pay you much, but I'll bake us a cake when we're done."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sparrow needs a minute.*
Merabelle is serving people in Samaritan’s restaurant, being the friendly giant she always is, a smile on her face broader than anything else.
Thane is continuing to do what he does now, which is teach. He’s decided to become a teacher, especially for younger children, and is doing quite good.
Grimes has finally shaken the feeling of dread he got from the portal to hell having been open and is taking a nap.
*Might intro the Caretaker of all these goobers.*
“How about I have it done before the end of the month?” He says, taking his knife from his belt “The dimensions you need for it? Height, width, that sort of thing? Also, I like Chocolate Cake, I know it’s basic, but it’s what I like.”
Franz notices that Vanilla has volunteered to help.
"Chocolate cake is my favorite too. I have the blueprints inside. I'll go get them." He gets up and heads into the place, leaving Victor with the pie and the "Patience" sign.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He gets curious and walks towards the pie. He has the self control not to touch, so he simply looks at it patiently, smiling softly. He hasn’t had much to do in a long time.
An odd chill is moving around the tavern, but sha’dia is nowhere to be seen. Mirrors frost up, drinks frost over, and patrons shiver as the freezing specter whisks about.
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 smiles and looks at Vanilla. "That's very nice of you. How would you like to help?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles. “Any way I can, really! I could help get you any materials you need if you don’t have them. Probably.”
*I can Salem!*
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 have a headache.*
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