“Yep, and I like it. Knew something like this would get you up.” He says with a smile, sitting down nearby.
He sighs, looking down “And why can’t I come along? I’m capable and strong, you know that.”
Their mouth once again wraps around his arm, taking the flesh before pulling back. Xavier feels a claw making its way down his spine as Ambrosia sits next to him.
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
A woman seems to watch, cleaning a knife that she holds in hand. The body of a deer lies in the grass, the organs skillfully removed. She tilts her head, her long brown hair moving from her face, the ugly flesh marred and scarred from years of bone structure turned fractured. She cleans her hands off and places her knife in the sheath on her belt.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
A woman seems to watch, cleaning a knife that she holds in hand. The body of a deer lies in the grass, the organs skillfully removed. She tilts her head, her long brown hair moving from her face, the ugly flesh marred and scarred from years of bone structure turned fractured. She cleans her hands off and places her knife in the sheath on her belt.
He slides over to her, eyes big and curious. He holds perfectly still for a minute, directly in front of her. "Are we related?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A seed-like pod falls from the sky like a fleshy shooting star. As it hits the ground, it splits open, pouring goopy blackness to the dirt as it reforms into a floral shape made of humanoid parts, resembling the remains of every villain, hero, or other important being that has ever been to this place, dissolving into darkness and gore before another flower blooms, over and over again, iterating on the failures of every fear that ever made its presence known in this place. After at least 10 revolutions of horror, a statue of some unspeakable abomination appears in the center, surrounded by arcs of limbs and webbings of nerves. Then it opens in the middle like an iron maiden of meat...
A man, if you could call him that, emerges. He immediately gets up and dances across the ground, gliding frictionless through the remnants as the greasy shadows gather around his curly-toed Uggs. His fluff-fringed cape flows around him despite its obvious weight as he moves weightlessly across the earth, enraptured by his own dance.
A wide-brimmed witch hat with a six-lashed eye symbol on it, bent over with a little ball of fluff at the end rides atop this strange figure. On his shoulders is a strange garment, a combination of pointed shoulder pads which curl up like horns to end in more fluffballs and a frill like you would find on an opera cape, covered in yet more fluff as well and contain a pair of cat-like eyes shrouded in darkness. He has a long, perfectly rectangular strip of fabric hanging from where his neck should be, three black stars running down the middle and ending with (guess what?) a ball of fluff.
A woman seems to watch, cleaning a knife that she holds in hand. The body of a deer lies in the grass, the organs skillfully removed. She tilts her head, her long brown hair moving from her face, the ugly flesh marred and scarred from years of bone structure turned fractured. She cleans her hands off and places her knife in the sheath on her belt.
He slides over to her, eyes big and curious. He holds perfectly still for a minute, directly in front of her. "Are we related?"
"We are not, at least I do not know, we may be but not in the ways of biology I would assume." She said, her words turning into a laugh at the end.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*Would that be me, Salem? If so, I’m deeply sorry for whatever I did, and I love you.*
*Welcome back Moon.*
(how are ya)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*Im doin’ decent, ya know how it be.*
*Im so sorry, happy to hear I’m still husband number one though, thought Jobah would replace me, I’ll go get it.^
He puts it on the record player, seeing how good the songs are in the album.
He tilts his head “Which uncle? The one that saved your dad or the one that helped save your dad?” He asks, worried about where they are going.
It grumbles softly, their eyes smiling up at them.
*ksjsjsj*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hello again, Wendi.*
*(Nibbles your arm)*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cut for Salem.*
“Yep, and I like it. Knew something like this would get you up.” He says with a smile, sitting down nearby.
He sighs, looking down “And why can’t I come along? I’m capable and strong, you know that.”
Their mouth once again wraps around his arm, taking the flesh before pulling back. Xavier feels a claw making its way down his spine as Ambrosia sits next to him.
A woman seems to watch, cleaning a knife that she holds in hand. The body of a deer lies in the grass, the organs skillfully removed. She tilts her head, her long brown hair moving from her face, the ugly flesh marred and scarred from years of bone structure turned fractured. She cleans her hands off and places her knife in the sheath on her belt.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sorry, missed this. Also, ouchies, my arm. Good to see you Wendi.*
*How're ye?*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Im alive, just happy to see you really. You?*
*Eh, a wee bit sad but that's nothing new.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I hate to hear that, but there is nothing I can likely do, to which I’m sorry.^
He slides over to her, eyes big and curious. He holds perfectly still for a minute, directly in front of her. "Are we related?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"We are not, at least I do not know, we may be but not in the ways of biology I would assume." She said, her words turning into a laugh at the end.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]