*I'm doing good. My internet is lasting longer than usual, which is nice.*
*My latest character is really chill, and I'm a bit bothered by that. I need to give him some berserk buttons so it's clear what will actually get him upset. He's a good Christian boi and he avoids fighting people whenever possible, and on top of that he grows more supernaturally destructive and vulnerable the more agitated he is.*
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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.
*I'm doing good. My internet is lasting longer than usual, which is nice.*
*My latest character is really chill, and I'm a bit bothered by that. I need to give him some berserk buttons so it's clear what will actually get him upset. He's a good Christian boi and he avoids fighting people whenever possible, and on top of that he grows more supernaturally destructive and vulnerable the more agitated he is.*
*Thats awesomesauce*
*Thats not so awesomesauce. Hope ya figure it out :] *
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He looks down to the empty glass before looking back at them “You don’t have to, but maybe just a bit.”
He wraps his arms around her, picking her up and spinning her around, smiling brightly and giving her a passionate kiss.
He doesn’t seem too bothered by their intrusion, sighing as he puts his blade away, “I’ve been, living a life I wish was simpler.”
"Can't be a winter goddess and not provide cold stuff." she shrugs, the cup refilling to half way
When she breaks it, she puts her nose to his, still silently crying. "Oh, Rag.."
"You'll get there one day." she's now fiddling with an hour glass that flows in one way, no matter how she holds it.
He takes the cup back, thanking them once more for the ice, chuckling “Haven’t had a good talk like this in a while, I like this town.”
He walks over to his recliner, sitting down with them in his lap, his eyes glisten with tears.
He looks over to the hourglass curiously, raising an eyebrow “Hmm, I’ve got something just like that.” He says with a smile.
"I'm glad ya do. It's home for a lot of us." she nods
"I.. would it be alright if I napped right here?.." she says, wiping her eyes.
"Really now? May I see it?"
“I don’t know if it’ll become my home, but if it does, I’ll come visit you more often. Promise.”
He pats her back, warming himself up a bit to make them more comfortable “Of course you can. Sleep.”
He takes out a mercury hourglass, handing it to them, the liquid silver seems to never move from the center, though it isn’t contained in any way.
"I'll have ice for ya, Wander." she smiles warmly.
She readjusts herself, and closes her eyes, sleeping almost instantly.
She trades him. "Careful with that, it's your lifespan." she inspects the mercury one, awestruck. "Is this a Father Time original? Or.. where'd you get this?"
He moves his hair to reveal his own warm smile, before standing up, “I should get going, hope to see you around, dear Yuki.” He walks off, playing his bango.
He lets them sleep, to excited to sleep himself, and so he sits, thinking about what the wedding will be like.
He takes his own hourglass, looking at it closely, before thinking of something. He places it softly on the table before closing his eyes, his hair turning black as his personality shifts to his other, before flickering back “The being that brought me back gave it to me as a gift. I don’t know why.”
*I'm doing good. My internet is lasting longer than usual, which is nice.*
*My latest character is really chill, and I'm a bit bothered by that. I need to give him some berserk buttons so it's clear what will actually get him upset. He's a good Christian boi and he avoids fighting people whenever possible, and on top of that he grows more supernaturally destructive and vulnerable the more agitated he is.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Ah, shame. I've been working on a stupid speech for the past hour thats due tmr. Was gonna jus take a break here*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Thats awesomesauce*
*Thats not so awesomesauce. Hope ya figure it out :] *
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He takes the cup back, thanking them once more for the ice, chuckling “Haven’t had a good talk like this in a while, I like this town.”
He walks over to his recliner, sitting down with them in his lap, his eyes glisten with tears.
He looks over to the hourglass curiously, raising an eyebrow “Hmm, I’ve got something just like that.” He says with a smile.
*It is what it is man, im sure someone else would be happy to, and you know that I would be happy to tomorrow morning.*
*Yeah, prolly just gonna go eep*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I don’t know if it’ll become my home, but if it does, I’ll come visit you more often. Promise.”
He pats her back, warming himself up a bit to make them more comfortable “Of course you can. Sleep.”
He takes out a mercury hourglass, handing it to them, the liquid silver seems to never move from the center, though it isn’t contained in any way.
*Have a good eep then my friend.*
He moves his hair to reveal his own warm smile, before standing up, “I should get going, hope to see you around, dear Yuki.” He walks off, playing his bango.
He lets them sleep, to excited to sleep himself, and so he sits, thinking about what the wedding will be like.
He takes his own hourglass, looking at it closely, before thinking of something. He places it softly on the table before closing his eyes, his hair turning black as his personality shifts to his other, before flickering back “The being that brought me back gave it to me as a gift. I don’t know why.”
*Gtg soon.*
*I need a nap.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Can I also join?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Welp, sleep is for people with nothing to do anyway, wassup everyone?*
You've been trapped in that ship for an awful long time
So perhaps you have simply forgot what you signed
Oh, honestly, did you not read the colony policy
That defines you as company property?
That waivers your say in autonomy?
The conglomerate's got you in lock and key
We put the "dollar" back into "idolatry"
If you're upset, you can rent an apology
We are a family forged in bureaucracy
No "I" in "team" but there's "con" in "economy"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I have arisen from my soft and warm grave.*
*It was very comfi, but I left it to hang out with you guys and eat food.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Is this what I think it is? The Fine Print by Stupendium?*