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. So, how did you come to be in this town?"
"Yeah, thanks..."
“I moved here from northeastern lands and chose to stay, for there are many things to improve.”
Rio puts an arm around him and smiles reassuringly.
"A noble pursuit. I came here because I answered the call of my sister."
"Please dont touch me... I can't handle contact right now..." he says, scooting further away.
“Your sister?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He slides away.
"Yuki. She asked me to come run this quarter of this mini town."
"It's fine..." he says, sniffling and rubbing his arm.
“Yuki?”
“Okay. Just know that I wasn’t kidding. Anything you need to tell me, just tell me.”
"She runs the Aspen Cafe... She's hard to miss, She's the Mink Winter God, and also, a giant polar bear."
"If I wasn't trying to get sobre, I wouldn't care if he killed me..." he says under his breath.
“I hadn’t heard of such a place. Interesting. What do you mean by mink?”
“Don’t say that. You can do so much with your life. All you have to do is find a healthy way to deal with the pain.”
"It's a common term for Animal People. I am a fox, but I walk, talk, and think like a human."
"That's why I'm trying... But I don't know what to do... I've never... wanted something so bad that I wasn't able to just... buy with money, or give myself away for..."
"Oh. I had never heard such a term. Nothing I have read refers to such beings as separate from other humanoids."
"And what's that?"
"Well, it's like how theirs Orcs, and Dwarves... Elves. Mink."
"Not telling..." he says, huffing and pouting like a child. He's clearly got some issues.
"I see." They nod.
"Well... just know that I'm someone that you can trust in regard to needing to talk to people. I'm here for you however I can be."
"What else could we talk about?... Hmmm..."
"It's whatever, I know you're not stupid.. I like you, but its just my stupid attachment issues."
"Tell me more about yourself, if you'd like to."
"Your issues are NOT stupid. You've been through some horrendous stuff. And your feelings in that regard shouldn't be invalidated."
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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.
Samaritan is humming to himself as he dives vegetables for a salad he plans to make. Mixed together with romanie and cubed horned viper meat, he places the vegetables in.
Angél, for those with true sight, is over by the grave of Felix. He seems to be pacing a bit, thinking to himself. He appears to be in spectral form, a owl-shaped mass of cosmic stars and galaxies.
Stroth is curled up in the sofa, still depressed as anything. She has barely moved, eaten, drank, or did anything.
*a SECOND double rio*
Riotan walks over with his knife, looking to help.
Thirteen walks over, curious. "Are you a starlight apparition?"
Riotan sits down beside her heavily.
Samaritan hands him two bell peppers "Look at you, helpful and all that." He smiles.
Angél shakes it's head "No no, nothing that lovely.. no, this is just what my spirit looks like." He explains.
Stroth looks up at him. Her entire body, since she was ripped apart, is much different than what he remembers. She is pure gold, her skin, her hair, even her tears she cries.
Rio starts chopping quickly. "I'm glad to help you!"
"Ah. How did you die?"
"...I can restore it, you know."
"How are you feeling?" He asks, dicing tomatoes.
"I didn't die." He explained "I simply gave up my body so another soul could use it for a time."
".. You can?" She blinks, her tone is shaky, broken.
"Alright. Doing my best, you know?"
"Ah. Whose soul was that?"
"...yes, but... the child will be a demon as well. There would also probably be a... few other side effects, but..."
Samaritan stops, setting down the knife. "Talk to me.. I want to know what is going on with you."
"Felix. Strugel. Various other things." He says, his wings fluffing.
She curls her knees to her chest, her nails digging into her golden flesh.
"What do you mean?" Riotan tilts his head.
"I see, and he plans to return to his original body?"
Rio stares at her. "...so...?"
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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.
Samaritan is humming to himself as he dives vegetables for a salad he plans to make. Mixed together with romanie and cubed horned viper meat, he places the vegetables in.
Angél, for those with true sight, is over by the grave of Felix. He seems to be pacing a bit, thinking to himself. He appears to be in spectral form, a owl-shaped mass of cosmic stars and galaxies.
Stroth is curled up in the sofa, still depressed as anything. She has barely moved, eaten, drank, or did anything.
*a SECOND double rio*
Riotan walks over with his knife, looking to help.
Thirteen walks over, curious. "Are you a starlight apparition?"
Riotan sits down beside her heavily.
Samaritan hands him two bell peppers "Look at you, helpful and all that." He smiles.
Angél shakes it's head "No no, nothing that lovely.. no, this is just what my spirit looks like." He explains.
Stroth looks up at him. Her entire body, since she was ripped apart, is much different than what he remembers. She is pure gold, her skin, her hair, even her tears she cries.
Rio starts chopping quickly. "I'm glad to help you!"
"Ah. How did you die?"
"...I can restore it, you know."
"How are you feeling?" He asks, dicing tomatoes.
"I didn't die." He explained "I simply gave up my body so another soul could use it for a time."
".. You can?" She blinks, her tone is shaky, broken.
"Alright. Doing my best, you know?"
"Ah. Whose soul was that?"
"...yes, but... the child will be a demon as well. There would also probably be a... few other side effects, but..."
Samaritan stops, setting down the knife. "Talk to me.. I want to know what is going on with you."
"Felix. Strugel. Various other things." He says, his wings fluffing.
She curls her knees to her chest, her nails digging into her golden flesh.
"What do you mean?" Riotan tilts his head.
"I see, and he plans to return to his original body?"
Rio stares at her. "...so...?"
"You seem.. off almost. Like you are upset in a way." He explains.
"He has luckily." He explains "hopefully all will go well."
"I don't know.." she mumbles, looking on the verge of tears.
"of course. So, how did you come to be in this town?"
"Yeah, thanks..."
“I moved here from northeastern lands and chose to stay, for there are many things to improve.”
Rio puts an arm around him and smiles reassuringly.
"A noble pursuit. I came here because I answered the call of my sister."
"Please dont touch me... I can't handle contact right now..." he says, scooting further away.
“Your sister?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He slides away.
"Yuki. She asked me to come run this quarter of this mini town."
"It's fine..." he says, sniffling and rubbing his arm.
“Yuki?”
“Okay. Just know that I wasn’t kidding. Anything you need to tell me, just tell me.”
"She runs the Aspen Cafe... She's hard to miss, She's the Mink Winter God, and also, a giant polar bear."
"If I wasn't trying to get sobre, I wouldn't care if he killed me..." he says under his breath.
“I hadn’t heard of such a place. Interesting. What do you mean by mink?”
“Don’t say that. You can do so much with your life. All you have to do is find a healthy way to deal with the pain.”
"It's a common term for Animal People. I am a fox, but I walk, talk, and think like a human."
"That's why I'm trying... But I don't know what to do... I've never... wanted something so bad that I wasn't able to just... buy with money, or give myself away for..."
"Oh. I had never heard such a term. Nothing I have read refers to such beings as separate from other humanoids."
"And what's that?"
"Well, it's like how theirs Orcs, and Dwarves... Elves. Mink."
"Not telling..." he says, huffing and pouting like a child. He's clearly got some issues.
"I see." They nod.
"Well... just know that I'm someone that you can trust in regard to needing to talk to people. I'm here for you however I can be."
"What else could we talk about?... Hmmm..."
"It's whatever, I know you're not stupid.. I like you, but its just my stupid attachment issues."
"Tell me more about yourself, if you'd like to."
"Your issues are NOT stupid. You've been through some horrendous stuff. And your feelings in that regard shouldn't be invalidated."
"Well, Dad made us. Me and my brother, and two sisters, I mean to say. When we were born, He told us that we would reflect his image, gods. Quadrupelets representing the four seasons."
"But it is stupid... I know I cant have you, so I shouldn't want you..." his claws dig into his arms, breaking skin.
"You are spirits of seasons. So by father, you refer to the One?"
"Well, yes, but you can't just push those feelings down and ignore them. You need to find a way to reconcile with them and move past them. Also, if you need to grab something, grab the table. I don't want you to be hurt."
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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.
The odd, supernatural chill is still wishing around the tavern. Some patrons swear they can hear a giggle, or see a bow out of the corner of their eye. Sha’dia hasn’t been seen in a few days, the door to her room is locked and the doorknob is cold to the touch.
Yuki, concerned for their health, slips into the room unnoticed, looking for any sign of them.
Sha’dia is sprawled out on the bed, each heavy breath sending a cloud of fog in the cold room. Her midsection is wrapped in bandages packed with snow.
"Oh, dearie me... You must be Dia, aren't you?" she frowns, kneeling beside the bed. "Dragon attack looks like this, huh?"
through the gaps in the bandages, you can see a long, jagged scar, marked by fangs. However, the scar almost looks like it’s made of frost, intricate patterns of ice woven together loose enough that you can see the bedsheets underneath
"Let me try this..." she says, hovering a paw an inch above the cut. She tries to manipulate the flesh and ice to close up.
The cut closes up, leaving sha’dia healed. Mostly. It seems that her entire midsection is of ghostly nature now. *I brought her to a one shot and she got bit in half now she’s sorta undead with a ghosty bit*
Boink
She wipes her brow, exhaling in relief. "Well, you'll live it seems..."
She remains asleep, but Emma poofs into existence with an armful of snow. “Oh! You’re here!”
*bonq*
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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)
Samaritan is humming to himself as he dives vegetables for a salad he plans to make. Mixed together with romanie and cubed horned viper meat, he places the vegetables in.
Angél, for those with true sight, is over by the grave of Felix. He seems to be pacing a bit, thinking to himself. He appears to be in spectral form, a owl-shaped mass of cosmic stars and galaxies.
Stroth is curled up in the sofa, still depressed as anything. She has barely moved, eaten, drank, or did anything.
*a SECOND double rio*
Riotan walks over with his knife, looking to help.
Thirteen walks over, curious. "Are you a starlight apparition?"
Riotan sits down beside her heavily.
Samaritan hands him two bell peppers "Look at you, helpful and all that." He smiles.
Angél shakes it's head "No no, nothing that lovely.. no, this is just what my spirit looks like." He explains.
Stroth looks up at him. Her entire body, since she was ripped apart, is much different than what he remembers. She is pure gold, her skin, her hair, even her tears she cries.
Rio starts chopping quickly. "I'm glad to help you!"
"Ah. How did you die?"
"...I can restore it, you know."
"How are you feeling?" He asks, dicing tomatoes.
"I didn't die." He explained "I simply gave up my body so another soul could use it for a time."
".. You can?" She blinks, her tone is shaky, broken.
"Alright. Doing my best, you know?"
"Ah. Whose soul was that?"
"...yes, but... the child will be a demon as well. There would also probably be a... few other side effects, but..."
Samaritan stops, setting down the knife. "Talk to me.. I want to know what is going on with you."
"Felix. Strugel. Various other things." He says, his wings fluffing.
She curls her knees to her chest, her nails digging into her golden flesh.
"What do you mean?" Riotan tilts his head.
"I see, and he plans to return to his original body?"
Rio stares at her. "...so...?"
"You seem.. off almost. Like you are upset in a way." He explains.
"He has luckily." He explains "hopefully all will go well."
"I don't know.." she mumbles, looking on the verge of tears.
"I do? I dunno, I feel fine. Normal."
"Good. And who are you, exactly?"
"It's alright. I'm so sorry it happened."
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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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*yay :>*
*:DDDD*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*The confusion I feel.*
* : D *
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
*me i the hospital on New Year’s Eve *
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)
"Tell me more about yourself, if you'd like to."
"Your issues are NOT stupid. You've been through some horrendous stuff. And your feelings in that regard shouldn't be invalidated."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Dats crazy.*
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
*wanna continue?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Ye! Do you mind reposting it if possible?*
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
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Mental health? Nah, Mental H e l p.*
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
"You seem.. off almost. Like you are upset in a way." He explains.
"He has luckily." He explains "hopefully all will go well."
"I don't know.." she mumbles, looking on the verge of tears.
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
"You are spirits of seasons. So by father, you refer to the One?"
"Well, yes, but you can't just push those feelings down and ignore them. You need to find a way to reconcile with them and move past them. Also, if you need to grab something, grab the table. I don't want you to be hurt."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*bonq*
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)
*you survive because if you didn't the gods know I'd cause problems :D*
"I do? I dunno, I feel fine. Normal."
"Good. And who are you, exactly?"
"It's alright. I'm so sorry it happened."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.