*Actually, an Imp with delusion of grandeur. He will be an Archdevil if no one stops him, however.*
*ooh, how fun! Devils are awesome. Not as glamorous as Fey, though.*
*I personally think devils are like, the only fiend type that are worth RPing as they are. Demons just want to watch the world burn and Yugoloths just don't care and never will. Devils have an actual society, and that's what makes them interesting. Their culture is based around a paradoxical loyalty and resentment that is very interesting at times.*
*i agree that devils can allow for incredibly fun interactions, but as a demon fan, i think they have a lot of potential for fun situations*
*The problem is keeping them lore-accurate. Completely devoid of any good whatsoever. Demons are cool, but hard to have fun with if you don't want to get into the mindset of an absolute lunatic.*
*True*
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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.
*Actually, an Imp with delusion of grandeur. He will be an Archdevil if no one stops him, however.*
*ooh, how fun! Devils are awesome. Not as glamorous as Fey, though.*
*I personally think devils are like, the only fiend type that are worth RPing as they are. Demons just want to watch the world burn and Yugoloths just don't care and never will. Devils have an actual society, and that's what makes them interesting. Their culture is based around a paradoxical loyalty and resentment that is very interesting at times.*
*i agree that devils can allow for incredibly fun interactions, but as a demon fan, i think they have a lot of potential for fun situations*
*The problem is keeping them lore-accurate. Completely devoid of any good whatsoever. Demons are cool, but hard to have fun with if you don't want to get into the mindset of an absolute lunatic.*
*Im going to admit, I love the mindset of an absolute lunatic personally.*
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)
*If anyone would like to roleplay, here are characters for you.*
Scott is sitting outside, finally having his body only to himself instead of sharing it. He is learning how to draw these days, now sketching out some sort of drawing depicting a crow. In difference, The Writer is at the bar, drinking and flirting with patrons, things Scott would normally never do.
Angél is outside, picking around for bugs. They have found a few beautiful specimens, some shiny and lustrous, others dull but different in their own ways. He placing them into a box.
Azabell is sniffing around in the dirt like a pig, digging up weird roots underneath. He has already dug up multiple roots from the ground, what appears to be all connected.
*I heard it's a good game that embraces the horror that inspired the first two games while still feeling fresh.*
*It is. And I am in love with Saga Anderson. She is a wonderful woman-*
*Cool, I'm reading my new Murka book. An expy of Hannibal Lecter is a god of the Death domain in it. He's called Lektor, for obvious reasons, and his symbol is a crossed, bloody fork and knife*
Riotan is chilling in a shallow sinkhole beside the inn.
Eito is reading in the library diligently.
Scott and The Writer are both with Thirteen, just kinda hanging out around him. Scott is reading about artistic perspective while The Writer is lying on the ground, bored out of his mind.
Riotan is chilling in a shallow sinkhole beside the inn.
Eito is reading in the library diligently.
Scott and The Writer are both with Thirteen, just kinda hanging out around him. Scott is reading about artistic perspective while The Writer is lying on the ground, bored out of his mind.
Home is with Loriche, sharpening his knife.
Samaritan waves to Riotan, walking over.
Thirteen just continues calmly and quietly reading.
"So, you been practicing with that?"
Rio looks up and clambers out of the shallow pit, smiling.
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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.
Riotan is chilling in a shallow sinkhole beside the inn.
Eito is reading in the library diligently.
Scott and The Writer are both with Thirteen, just kinda hanging out around him. Scott is reading about artistic perspective while The Writer is lying on the ground, bored out of his mind.
Home is with Loriche, sharpening his knife.
Samaritan waves to Riotan, walking over.
Thirteen just continues calmly and quietly reading.
"So, you been practicing with that?"
Rio looks up and clambers out of the shallow pit, smiling.
Finally, The Writer stands up, bouncing on his heels "I am gonna go so see how much I can drink without dying." He states. Scott rolls his eyes, closing his book.
He nods "I kinda remember it.. like I know how to use it."
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)
Riotan is chilling in a shallow sinkhole beside the inn.
Eito is reading in the library diligently.
Scott and The Writer are both with Thirteen, just kinda hanging out around him. Scott is reading about artistic perspective while The Writer is lying on the ground, bored out of his mind.
Home is with Loriche, sharpening his knife.
Samaritan waves to Riotan, walking over.
Thirteen just continues calmly and quietly reading.
"So, you been practicing with that?"
Rio looks up and clambers out of the shallow pit, smiling.
Finally, The Writer stands up, bouncing on his heels "I am gonna go so see how much I can drink without dying." He states. Scott rolls his eyes, closing his book.
He nods "I kinda remember it.. like I know how to use it."
Samaritan smiles back "What are you doing?"
"You do realize that finding that limit would require you to move past it, right?"
"Oh?" Loriche looks curious. "How come?"
"Just observing the effects." Rio gestures to the cracked earth. "Coming along pretty nice!"
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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.
Riotan is chilling in a shallow sinkhole beside the inn.
Eito is reading in the library diligently.
Scott and The Writer are both with Thirteen, just kinda hanging out around him. Scott is reading about artistic perspective while The Writer is lying on the ground, bored out of his mind.
Home is with Loriche, sharpening his knife.
Samaritan waves to Riotan, walking over.
Thirteen just continues calmly and quietly reading.
"So, you been practicing with that?"
Rio looks up and clambers out of the shallow pit, smiling.
Finally, The Writer stands up, bouncing on his heels "I am gonna go so see how much I can drink without dying." He states. Scott rolls his eyes, closing his book.
He nods "I kinda remember it.. like I know how to use it."
Samaritan smiles back "What are you doing?"
"You do realize that finding that limit would require you to move past it, right?"
"Oh?" Loriche looks curious. "How come?"
"Just observing the effects." Rio gestures to the cracked earth. "Coming along pretty nice!"
"Exactly!" He turns around, finger-gunning him. Scott looks exasperated.
Riotan is chilling in a shallow sinkhole beside the inn.
Eito is reading in the library diligently.
Scott and The Writer are both with Thirteen, just kinda hanging out around him. Scott is reading about artistic perspective while The Writer is lying on the ground, bored out of his mind.
Home is with Loriche, sharpening his knife.
Samaritan waves to Riotan, walking over.
Thirteen just continues calmly and quietly reading.
"So, you been practicing with that?"
Rio looks up and clambers out of the shallow pit, smiling.
Finally, The Writer stands up, bouncing on his heels "I am gonna go so see how much I can drink without dying." He states. Scott rolls his eyes, closing his book.
He nods "I kinda remember it.. like I know how to use it."
Samaritan smiles back "What are you doing?"
"You do realize that finding that limit would require you to move past it, right?"
"Oh?" Loriche looks curious. "How come?"
"Just observing the effects." Rio gestures to the cracked earth. "Coming along pretty nice!"
"Exactly!" He turns around, finger-gunning him. Scott looks exasperated.
He shrugs "Just.. a sense I guess."
"With the baby demons?" He tilts his head.
"So you seek death?"
"Huh. Well, if that's the case, it'll help you be better at what you do going forth."
"With the- the what??" Riotan looks confused and surprised.
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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.
Riotan is chilling in a shallow sinkhole beside the inn.
Eito is reading in the library diligently.
Scott and The Writer are both with Thirteen, just kinda hanging out around him. Scott is reading about artistic perspective while The Writer is lying on the ground, bored out of his mind.
Home is with Loriche, sharpening his knife.
Samaritan waves to Riotan, walking over.
Thirteen just continues calmly and quietly reading.
"So, you been practicing with that?"
Rio looks up and clambers out of the shallow pit, smiling.
Finally, The Writer stands up, bouncing on his heels "I am gonna go so see how much I can drink without dying." He states. Scott rolls his eyes, closing his book.
He nods "I kinda remember it.. like I know how to use it."
Samaritan smiles back "What are you doing?"
"You do realize that finding that limit would require you to move past it, right?"
"Oh?" Loriche looks curious. "How come?"
"Just observing the effects." Rio gestures to the cracked earth. "Coming along pretty nice!"
"Exactly!" He turns around, finger-gunning him. Scott looks exasperated.
He shrugs "Just.. a sense I guess."
"With the baby demons?" He tilts his head.
"So you seek death?"
"Huh. Well, if that's the case, it'll help you be better at what you do going forth."
"With the- the what??" Riotan looks confused and surprised.
"More like I am willing to do anything if it means I am not bored out of my mind." He folds his arms, grumbling.
"I suppose." He nods and flips the knife.
"Awhile ago you were hatchings snakes to make into monsters. Is that what you are doing now or am I horribly wrong?" He asks.
Riotan is chilling in a shallow sinkhole beside the inn.
Eito is reading in the library diligently.
Scott and The Writer are both with Thirteen, just kinda hanging out around him. Scott is reading about artistic perspective while The Writer is lying on the ground, bored out of his mind.
Home is with Loriche, sharpening his knife.
Samaritan waves to Riotan, walking over.
Thirteen just continues calmly and quietly reading.
"So, you been practicing with that?"
Rio looks up and clambers out of the shallow pit, smiling.
Finally, The Writer stands up, bouncing on his heels "I am gonna go so see how much I can drink without dying." He states. Scott rolls his eyes, closing his book.
He nods "I kinda remember it.. like I know how to use it."
Samaritan smiles back "What are you doing?"
"You do realize that finding that limit would require you to move past it, right?"
"Oh?" Loriche looks curious. "How come?"
"Just observing the effects." Rio gestures to the cracked earth. "Coming along pretty nice!"
"Exactly!" He turns around, finger-gunning him. Scott looks exasperated.
He shrugs "Just.. a sense I guess."
"With the baby demons?" He tilts his head.
"So you seek death?"
"Huh. Well, if that's the case, it'll help you be better at what you do going forth."
"With the- the what??" Riotan looks confused and surprised.
"More like I am willing to do anything if it means I am not bored out of my mind." He folds his arms, grumbling.
"I suppose." He nods and flips the knife.
"Awhile ago you were hatchings snakes to make into monsters. Is that what you are doing now or am I horribly wrong?" He asks.
"Then I have something for you." Thirteen takes out a 2500-piece puzzle of a map of the islands of Japan.
"So what's your plan for the future?"
"Oh, no, this is something different. That was just to make quasits. Sorry. My plan here is for quick access back home."
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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.
*Welcone back Jobah.*
*Sounds good, never played it myself. Wanna rp?*
*True*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Im going to admit, I love the mindset of an absolute lunatic personally.*
I don have many chars but hi I’m not ded
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)
*If anyone would like to roleplay, here are characters for you.*
Scott is sitting outside, finally having his body only to himself instead of sharing it. He is learning how to draw these days, now sketching out some sort of drawing depicting a crow. In difference, The Writer is at the bar, drinking and flirting with patrons, things Scott would normally never do.
Angél is outside, picking around for bugs. They have found a few beautiful specimens, some shiny and lustrous, others dull but different in their own ways. He placing them into a box.
Azabell is sniffing around in the dirt like a pig, digging up weird roots underneath. He has already dug up multiple roots from the ground, what appears to be all connected.
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
*Cool, I'm reading my new Murka book. An expy of Hannibal Lecter is a god of the Death domain in it. He's called Lektor, for obvious reasons, and his symbol is a crossed, bloody fork and knife*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ive got to go, but before I do, let me roll some damage dice for my two favorite characters throwing a single punch. Love doing big damage numbers.*
*Punch one- 40+35+30
Punch two- 32+31+3*
Thirteen is researching gods from lost cultures.
Mauric is making luon xao lan.
Loriche is repairing her hammers.
Riotan is chilling in a shallow sinkhole beside the inn.
Eito is reading in the library diligently.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Scott and The Writer are both with Thirteen, just kinda hanging out around him. Scott is reading about artistic perspective while The Writer is lying on the ground, bored out of his mind.
Home is with Loriche, sharpening his knife.
Samaritan waves to Riotan, walking over.
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
Thirteen just continues calmly and quietly reading.
"So, you been practicing with that?"
Rio looks up and clambers out of the shallow pit, smiling.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Finally, The Writer stands up, bouncing on his heels "I am gonna go so see how much I can drink without dying." He states. Scott rolls his eyes, closing his book.
He nods "I kinda remember it.. like I know how to use it."
Samaritan smiles back "What are you doing?"
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
Tird
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 do realize that finding that limit would require you to move past it, right?"
"Oh?" Loriche looks curious. "How come?"
"Just observing the effects." Rio gestures to the cracked earth. "Coming along pretty nice!"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Exactly!" He turns around, finger-gunning him. Scott looks exasperated.
He shrugs "Just.. a sense I guess."
"With the baby demons?" He tilts his head.
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
"So you seek death?"
"Huh. Well, if that's the case, it'll help you be better at what you do going forth."
"With the- the what??" Riotan looks confused and surprised.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"More like I am willing to do anything if it means I am not bored out of my mind." He folds his arms, grumbling.
"I suppose." He nods and flips the knife.
"Awhile ago you were hatchings snakes to make into monsters. Is that what you are doing now or am I horribly wrong?" He asks.
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
*well, it's officially official. Samaritan has a Russian Accent and has RBF.*
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
"Then I have something for you." Thirteen takes out a 2500-piece puzzle of a map of the islands of Japan.
"So what's your plan for the future?"
"Oh, no, this is something different. That was just to make quasits. Sorry. My plan here is for quick access back home."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I had headcanoned the second one but i imagined him as slightly french*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.