They are hot, but they smile, “I’m fine, just a little sick.”
“Good thing I’m just a thief an’ not a murderer huh?” She saunters over with her bag of tomatoes, the creature on her leg staying there.
After a while, Merabelle comes out and serves all the kids a piping hot meal, including her daughter Annabelle.
"Baabe, you are burning up.. Go inside, lay down. I'm here to help now."
"Indeed it is." River's own companion, a toddler-like nightmare, waves to the creature
"Thank ye, mama. Do ya say grace?"
She makes her way back to her bed, wrapping herself in the covers with her prayer book “Thanks…”
Moonshine’s kinda just wiggles back at them like a pool noodle. She smiles at them.
“Not fer nothin’ but special occasions, never really think ta most o’ the time.” She sits down next to them.
She takes over their kitchen and makes them some lemon ginger chicken soup, a Finnigan Cure-Cold staple
"Mine represents the innocence my family loses to do what we do. Yours?"
"Should we ta'night? Set a good example fer the little'uns?"
She watches them with affection in her eyes, thanking them before beginning to eat the still hot meal.
“Represents? The wildness o’ my life an’ everythin’ ‘bout me I guess, never thought ‘bout it.”
“Sure, how ‘bout ya do this first one, an’ I’ll follow ya soon after?”
"You need sprite, too, that's a must." she sits down with them as they eat
"That's fair.. Are you registered?"
"Alright.." She joins hands with Merabelle and a little one, "Dear father, who art in heaven..." yadda yadda yadda you get the gist :3
She leans against them a little bit, snot running from her nose as she tries to eat as much as she can.
“Registered fer what? Is there somethin’ I should be registered fer?”
She follow with a little more, she doesn’t believe it too much herself, because she’s destined for hell, but she still wants her kids to be good ones. She digs in once they are done.
They are hot, but they smile, “I’m fine, just a little sick.”
“Good thing I’m just a thief an’ not a murderer huh?” She saunters over with her bag of tomatoes, the creature on her leg staying there.
After a while, Merabelle comes out and serves all the kids a piping hot meal, including her daughter Annabelle.
"Baabe, you are burning up.. Go inside, lay down. I'm here to help now."
"Indeed it is." River's own companion, a toddler-like nightmare, waves to the creature
"Thank ye, mama. Do ya say grace?"
She makes her way back to her bed, wrapping herself in the covers with her prayer book “Thanks…”
Moonshine’s kinda just wiggles back at them like a pool noodle. She smiles at them.
“Not fer nothin’ but special occasions, never really think ta most o’ the time.” She sits down next to them.
She takes over their kitchen and makes them some lemon ginger chicken soup, a Finnigan Cure-Cold staple
"Mine represents the innocence my family loses to do what we do. Yours?"
"Should we ta'night? Set a good example fer the little'uns?"
She watches them with affection in her eyes, thanking them before beginning to eat the still hot meal.
“Represents? The wildness o’ my life an’ everythin’ ‘bout me I guess, never thought ‘bout it.”
“Sure, how ‘bout ya do this first one, an’ I’ll follow ya soon after?”
"You need sprite, too, that's a must." she sits down with them as they eat
"That's fair.. Are you registered?"
"Alright.." She joins hands with Merabelle and a little one, "Dear father, who art in heaven..." yadda yadda yadda you get the gist :3
She leans against them a little bit, snot running from her nose as she tries to eat as much as she can.
“Registered fer what? Is there somethin’ I should be registered fer?”
She follow with a little more, she doesn’t believe it too much herself, because she’s destined for hell, but she still wants her kids to be good ones. She digs in once they are done.
She gets up and hands them a box of tissues.
"Well.. how do I gently explain this... It's like... the felon list. If you're a felon, you have to register as one. If you can see Nightmares, you have to go on the registry."
As does Annabelle. "Mama, this is a-may-zin'!"
She sticks two up her nose, looking over to them, her voice nasally “I love you.”
“That sounds like a whole lot o’ work I ain’t interested in doin’, I think I’ll just keep people from knowin’ I can see ‘em and that I’m a felon.”
“Took me a real long time ta get good at cookin’, happy ya like it.” She says, looking over to them.
They are hot, but they smile, “I’m fine, just a little sick.”
“Good thing I’m just a thief an’ not a murderer huh?” She saunters over with her bag of tomatoes, the creature on her leg staying there.
After a while, Merabelle comes out and serves all the kids a piping hot meal, including her daughter Annabelle.
"Baabe, you are burning up.. Go inside, lay down. I'm here to help now."
"Indeed it is." River's own companion, a toddler-like nightmare, waves to the creature
"Thank ye, mama. Do ya say grace?"
She makes her way back to her bed, wrapping herself in the covers with her prayer book “Thanks…”
Moonshine’s kinda just wiggles back at them like a pool noodle. She smiles at them.
“Not fer nothin’ but special occasions, never really think ta most o’ the time.” She sits down next to them.
She takes over their kitchen and makes them some lemon ginger chicken soup, a Finnigan Cure-Cold staple
"Mine represents the innocence my family loses to do what we do. Yours?"
"Should we ta'night? Set a good example fer the little'uns?"
She watches them with affection in her eyes, thanking them before beginning to eat the still hot meal.
“Represents? The wildness o’ my life an’ everythin’ ‘bout me I guess, never thought ‘bout it.”
“Sure, how ‘bout ya do this first one, an’ I’ll follow ya soon after?”
"You need sprite, too, that's a must." she sits down with them as they eat
"That's fair.. Are you registered?"
"Alright.." She joins hands with Merabelle and a little one, "Dear father, who art in heaven..." yadda yadda yadda you get the gist :3
She leans against them a little bit, snot running from her nose as she tries to eat as much as she can.
“Registered fer what? Is there somethin’ I should be registered fer?”
She follow with a little more, she doesn’t believe it too much herself, because she’s destined for hell, but she still wants her kids to be good ones. She digs in once they are done.
She gets up and hands them a box of tissues.
"Well.. how do I gently explain this... It's like... the felon list. If you're a felon, you have to register as one. If you can see Nightmares, you have to go on the registry."
As does Annabelle. "Mama, this is a-may-zin'!"
She sticks two up her nose, looking over to them, her voice nasally “I love you.”
“That sounds like a whole lot o’ work I ain’t interested in doin’, I think I’ll just keep people from knowin’ I can see ‘em and that I’m a felon.”
“Took me a real long time ta get good at cookin’, happy ya like it.” She says, looking over to them.
"I.. I love you, too." she smiles and lays against thtem
"Alright, fair enough. I could just register you for you."
She hugs them before getting back to her food.
She blushes, continuing to eat as much as she can and lean again them.
“Oh wouldn’t that be nice o’ ya, yer a real sweetheart, an’ a nice face too.” She smiles “Thank ya.”
She hugs them back tightly, once they are all done, cleaning up.
*You should worry but you shouldn’t be paranoid, nor should you feel stupid.*
She watches them with affection in her eyes, thanking them before beginning to eat the still hot meal.
“Represents? The wildness o’ my life an’ everythin’ ‘bout me I guess, never thought ‘bout it.”
“Sure, how ‘bout ya do this first one, an’ I’ll follow ya soon after?”
*I feel like I should join this cause all my friends are in it and I like haberdasheries.*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*Fair enough*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She leans against them a little bit, snot running from her nose as she tries to eat as much as she can.
“Registered fer what? Is there somethin’ I should be registered fer?”
She follow with a little more, she doesn’t believe it too much herself, because she’s destined for hell, but she still wants her kids to be good ones. She digs in once they are done.
*I don't think that would do anything, but you can if you want to.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Thank you…”
“I mean, that’s probably just external fear. I don’t know how she views necromancers though.”
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 worry about you Baalze, I worry about Wendi, I’m just worried.*
She sticks two up her nose, looking over to them, her voice nasally “I love you.”
“That sounds like a whole lot o’ work I ain’t interested in doin’, I think I’ll just keep people from knowin’ I can see ‘em and that I’m a felon.”
“Took me a real long time ta get good at cookin’, happy ya like it.” She says, looking over to them.
“I will endeavor to do my best in such a regard…”
“I guess so.” Thirteen grips him by the shoulder to push him back.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She blushes, continuing to eat as much as she can and lean again them.
“Oh wouldn’t that be nice o’ ya, yer a real sweetheart, an’ a nice face too.” She smiles “Thank ya.”
She hugs them back tightly, once they are all done, cleaning up.
“She would help in such a process?”
“No problem.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Salem.*
“Delicious, you are the best girlfriend ever.” She says, lying down after finishing the food.
“What happens if I ain’t got a last name?”
They allow her to help more, though she still thinks they don’t need to help at all.