So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Yeaaaah, man made horrors beyond my comprehension.*
(do you want to rp)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*I got my Alan Wake 2 keychains. My coffee thermos and my 'Oh Deer Diner' logo*
(nice lol)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"Mortals cant go down there without dying." he frowns, cupping their face. "you're too cute to die." though his gesture seems one of a friendly manner. "But dont let my partner hear me say that."
"Well, you're metal. I am flesh and blood." he slugs some more back
Bleach, Please Please Me, Rubber Soul, Weezer, Never Mine [dwarves on strike], etc. *legit my own music taste.*
He bristles, blushing underneath his coat of fur "O-okay... I won't... I'll just be up here... reading and studying." They stiffly walk over to the place they are staying, going inside.
"You think I was always metal? I had friends, I had a family, children, and now, I'm this."
He puts the stuff on the shelf, only knowing Weezer, considering that was the only one explained to him.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
"Mortals cant go down there without dying." he frowns, cupping their face. "you're too cute to die." though his gesture seems one of a friendly manner. "But dont let my partner hear me say that."
"Well, you're metal. I am flesh and blood." he slugs some more back
Bleach, Please Please Me, Rubber Soul, Weezer, Never Mine [dwarves on strike], etc. *legit my own music taste.*
He bristles, blushing underneath his coat of fur "O-okay... I won't... I'll just be up here... reading and studying." They stiffly walk over to the place they are staying, going inside.
"You think I was always metal? I had friends, I had a family, children, and now, I'm this."
He puts the stuff on the shelf, only knowing Weezer, considering that was the only one explained to him.
He goes behind his own house, going into a basement and checking... something
"Sounds like you've got troubles." he chuckles. "I do too, so I drink. I guess you lecture people?"
Z walks in and kisses Don's cheek, helping him.
He watches through the windows, a little worried, but not willing to try anything stupid.
“That and I take naps, a lot more taking naps than lecturing people honestly.” He chuckles, “How about you choose another habit.”
He returns the kiss, smiling “Okay, so I know what Weezer, but what about these others?”
"Mortals cant go down there without dying." he frowns, cupping their face. "you're too cute to die." though his gesture seems one of a friendly manner. "But dont let my partner hear me say that."
"Well, you're metal. I am flesh and blood." he slugs some more back
Bleach, Please Please Me, Rubber Soul, Weezer, Never Mine [dwarves on strike], etc. *legit my own music taste.*
He bristles, blushing underneath his coat of fur "O-okay... I won't... I'll just be up here... reading and studying." They stiffly walk over to the place they are staying, going inside.
"You think I was always metal? I had friends, I had a family, children, and now, I'm this."
He puts the stuff on the shelf, only knowing Weezer, considering that was the only one explained to him.
He goes behind his own house, going into a basement and checking... something
"Sounds like you've got troubles." he chuckles. "I do too, so I drink. I guess you lecture people?"
Z walks in and kisses Don's cheek, helping him.
He watches through the windows, a little worried, but not willing to try anything stupid.
“That and I take naps, a lot more taking naps than lecturing people honestly.” He chuckles, “How about you choose another habit.”
He returns the kiss, smiling “Okay, so I know what Weezer, but what about these others?”
he returns, a bit greasier than before, and waves to them through the window.
"I'm alright... I shall lay in the water a while, then return to my hopeless romanticism of finding somebody to care for before I die."
"So, Bleach was Nirvana's first album, PPM was the Beatles.. That one's blue, weezer's debut, and Never Mine was a dwarves-on-strike album."
He waves at them, sitting down nearby inside, waiting for them to come inside, fidgeting with her fingers.
“You aren’t hopeless unless you think you are. You are depressing me, and I’ve been a suit of armor for over a century.”
“Oh the Beatles, I know them, don’t know their music, but I know them.” He says, sticking his Vinyl player out of another box and putting it down on the kitchen table.
“Let’s hope that was it.” They put down their journal, closing it and locking it.
“No one is good at love, no one is bad at it either. The fact that you think you are, makes you stupid, and that’s another great thing about love, it’s stupid too.”
He puts it on the Record player, setting it to play while they continue getting the rest of the things set up.
“Let’s hope that was it.” They put down their journal, closing it and locking it.
“No one is good at love, no one is bad at it either. The fact that you think you are, makes you stupid, and that’s another great thing about love, it’s stupid too.”
He puts it on the Record player, setting it to play while they continue getting the rest of the things set up.
*pleeeease tell me you looked up what that track is.* "If not, i'll talk to Sam." he shrugs.
"You give too good of advice for a hunk of metal." he grumbles, tears welling up in his eyes
He hums along, swaying his hips to the beat.
*Why are you like this.*
“It’s not like I can do anything to help, I’m just a goat with a therapist.”
“Yeah, and I gave awful advice when I was flesh and blood,” He pulls them to shore “Comes with being old.”
He joins them, beginning to dance, just a little bit:
*i'm tired, creatively drained, and i only have one sort of things right now.*
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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)
“Let’s hope that was it.” They put down their journal, closing it and locking it.
“No one is good at love, no one is bad at it either. The fact that you think you are, makes you stupid, and that’s another great thing about love, it’s stupid too.”
He puts it on the Record player, setting it to play while they continue getting the rest of the things set up.
*pleeeease tell me you looked up what that track is.* "If not, i'll talk to Sam." he shrugs.
"You give too good of advice for a hunk of metal." he grumbles, tears welling up in his eyes
He hums along, swaying his hips to the beat.
*Why are you like this.*
“It’s not like I can do anything to help, I’m just a goat with a therapist.”
“Yeah, and I gave awful advice when I was flesh and blood,” He pulls them to shore “Comes with being old.”
He joins them, beginning to dance, just a little bit:
*i'm sending don a message*
"A handsome one at that." he says, pulling out a checklist. "There's one thing crossed off for today."
he groans as he's dragged, bones creaking as he stands up. "I'd know it."
"...I'm not the only one.." he sings softly, in a beautiful voice.
*Ah, I see, strange way to send a message though.*
They bristle again, still not used to compliments, but moving on “What else do you have to do today?”
“More than anyone else I’d imagine. How about you try to find someone you love, and who loves you back, for my sake, cause I can’t.”
He sits down, watching them and listening to them sing, letting them get swept away in the moment:
(I am back for 5 mins)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
(do you want to rp)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*I got my Alan Wake 2 keychains. My coffee thermos and my 'Oh Deer Diner' logo*
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
(nice lol)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He bristles, blushing underneath his coat of fur "O-okay... I won't... I'll just be up here... reading and studying." They stiffly walk over to the place they are staying, going inside.
"You think I was always metal? I had friends, I had a family, children, and now, I'm this."
He puts the stuff on the shelf, only knowing Weezer, considering that was the only one explained to him.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
He watches through the windows, a little worried, but not willing to try anything stupid.
“That and I take naps, a lot more taking naps than lecturing people honestly.” He chuckles, “How about you choose another habit.”
He returns the kiss, smiling “Okay, so I know what Weezer, but what about these others?”
*I have been resurrected once more! Would anyone like to rp, perchance?*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He waves at them, sitting down nearby inside, waiting for them to come inside, fidgeting with her fingers.
“You aren’t hopeless unless you think you are. You are depressing me, and I’ve been a suit of armor for over a century.”
“Oh the Beatles, I know them, don’t know their music, but I know them.” He says, sticking his Vinyl player out of another box and putting it down on the kitchen table.
*Cut for Salem.*
“Let’s hope that was it.” They put down their journal, closing it and locking it.
“No one is good at love, no one is bad at it either. The fact that you think you are, makes you stupid, and that’s another great thing about love, it’s stupid too.”
He puts it on the Record player, setting it to play while they continue getting the rest of the things set up.
*Why are you like this.*
“It’s not like I can do anything to help, I’m just a goat with a therapist.”
“Yeah, and I gave awful advice when I was flesh and blood,” He pulls them to shore “Comes with being old.”
He joins them, beginning to dance, just a little bit:
*i'm tired, creatively drained, and i only have one sort of things right now.*
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)
*Ah, I see, strange way to send a message though.*
They bristle again, still not used to compliments, but moving on “What else do you have to do today?”
“More than anyone else I’d imagine. How about you try to find someone you love, and who loves you back, for my sake, cause I can’t.”
He sits down, watching them and listening to them sing, letting them get swept away in the moment:
*Muahahahaha...*
*I can't be a monster summoner, so why not be a monster collector?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels