He laughs, “And for that, I wouldn’t expect anything less, would you like for me to knit something for you and these kids?”
They pull back, taking another drag of their blunt.
“Why compare any day to another, it doesn’t have to be the same, does it? It just has to be good, I know it won’t mean the same to you, and it doesn’t mean the same to me, but I just want to make you happy, however I can.”
"No, thank you."
He does the same, taking it like a champ
"I... okay... let's do this." she smiles, walking down the aisle again.
He puts down his knitting needles, which just appeared in his hands. He tilts his head, “You seem to take a lot of responsibility, may I ask, how old are you?”
Smoke billows from his nose and from behind his teeth as he smiles, “Ha…”
He smiles at the altar, smiling as he looks at her, sighing a little. He waits for her, happy and content.
*(Sprints over) Are you okay?! I've been worried sick.*
*I'm 40 minutes late, I must have died. (sigh)*
*Sadly, I am alive.*
*SADLY?! Don't say that, pretty please, I care about you very much. Wanna rp?*
*That makes 1 of us. sure. I'll grab it.*
*I also care about you. And please don't talk about yourself like that, we all love ya*
*Get in line, you'll be 3rd to know when I value my life*
*Do you need to talk Salem?*
*no*
*Alright just know if you need to talk about it pm me and if I'm online I'll talk to you about it*
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He laughs, “And for that, I wouldn’t expect anything less, would you like for me to knit something for you and these kids?”
They pull back, taking another drag of their blunt.
“Why compare any day to another, it doesn’t have to be the same, does it? It just has to be good, I know it won’t mean the same to you, and it doesn’t mean the same to me, but I just want to make you happy, however I can.”
"No, thank you."
He does the same, taking it like a champ
"I... okay... let's do this." she smiles, walking down the aisle again.
He puts down his knitting needles, which just appeared in his hands. He tilts his head, “You seem to take a lot of responsibility, may I ask, how old are you?”
Smoke billows from his nose and from behind his teeth as he smiles, “Ha…”
He smiles at the altar, smiling as he looks at her, sighing a little. He waits for her, happy and content.
"20." she responds bluntly
"Hehehehehe..."
She tosses the flowers to an imaginary woman before taking her place in front of him
“22 myself.” He pushes himself to standing, “Best I head out, if you ever need another free song, I would be happy to provide one. A honor it was.” He finishes his cup of tea before beginning to walk out.
He begins laughing, holding them close.
He laughs before taking her hands as the flowers vanish, “Dear, we’ve meet married for… a bit now, and with each moment, life with you has grown sweeter, we now have two children, and a life I wouldn’t give away for all the treasures on the planes. I wish I could show you some way that I love you that would summarize all my feelings for you, but the closest I’ve ever gotten is the ring that sits on your finger. I love you Saphuno, you are my life, and the only thing that keeps you from being everything important in my life is our daughter and son.”
He leans in to give the mask a small but passionate kiss, his teeth softly clicking against the mask for a moment before he sits back down, "And I wouldn't want it to be any other way than that." He leans back, once their drinks arrive, tipping the waiter, who's gotten a little more used to the both of them considering neither of them have tried to eat him. (Might make him a char, for funsies.)
Top matches sure to catch her before she can hit the ground, picking them up and rushing to the Orphanage, happy to have helped them as much as he could despite lacking magic for himself. Once he gets them there, he walks inside, getting directions to their bed, putting them down there, laughing and talking to himself. He makes sure to stay, just to make sure they're okay.
"Neither would I, dear." She pauses, eating another scallop before taking a small sip of her drink with a proboscis like that of a butterfly's, which unfurls from somewhere underneath her mask. It almost seems like whatever lies behind her mask is shifting between different shapes in a similar manner that his bubbling tar can.
After a while, Omori tiredly gets up- she's not hurt, but has spent her entire magical reserves that she had from that ritual and is still feeling immensely exhausted. She hops down from her bed in the shadowed corner of her room, looking over at him. "Thank you for helping me, Top."
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He laughs, “And for that, I wouldn’t expect anything less, would you like for me to knit something for you and these kids?”
They pull back, taking another drag of their blunt.
“Why compare any day to another, it doesn’t have to be the same, does it? It just has to be good, I know it won’t mean the same to you, and it doesn’t mean the same to me, but I just want to make you happy, however I can.”
"No, thank you."
He does the same, taking it like a champ
"I... okay... let's do this." she smiles, walking down the aisle again.
He puts down his knitting needles, which just appeared in his hands. He tilts his head, “You seem to take a lot of responsibility, may I ask, how old are you?”
Smoke billows from his nose and from behind his teeth as he smiles, “Ha…”
He smiles at the altar, smiling as he looks at her, sighing a little. He waits for her, happy and content.
"20." she responds bluntly
"Hehehehehe..."
She tosses the flowers to an imaginary woman before taking her place in front of him
“22 myself.” He pushes himself to standing, “Best I head out, if you ever need another free song, I would be happy to provide one. A honor it was.” He finishes his cup of tea before beginning to walk out.
He begins laughing, holding them close.
He laughs before taking her hands as the flowers vanish, “Dear, we’ve meet married for… a bit now, and with each moment, life with you has grown sweeter, we now have two children, and a life I wouldn’t give away for all the treasures on the planes. I wish I could show you some way that I love you that would summarize all my feelings for you, but the closest I’ve ever gotten is the ring that sits on your finger. I love you Saphuno, you are my life, and the only thing that keeps you from being everything important in my life is our daughter and son.”
"You have a wonderful day now"
Smoke billows out from his nose and mouth
She wipes a tear away. "Damian, not only did you sweep my off of my feet my first day of owning this tavern, you've made me fall in love with you day after day. Had I not had you, I would have nobody in this town, but now, because of your cheesy, stubborn charm, I have a family. You are the thing I cherish most, equally as much as our children.. Damian, I love you with everything, every hair on my body.."
(Good place to end)
He leans back, looking down to see how much of the blunt is left.
“I know it doesn’t mean much for me to marry you again, but I want you to know, no matter how long we are together, my love for you still burns brighter than the day before. I love you.” He leans in onto his tippy toes and kisses them passionately.
He leans in to give the mask a small but passionate kiss, his teeth softly clicking against the mask for a moment before he sits back down, "And I wouldn't want it to be any other way than that." He leans back, once their drinks arrive, tipping the waiter, who's gotten a little more used to the both of them considering neither of them have tried to eat him. (Might make him a char, for funsies.)
Top matches sure to catch her before she can hit the ground, picking them up and rushing to the Orphanage, happy to have helped them as much as he could despite lacking magic for himself. Once he gets them there, he walks inside, getting directions to their bed, putting them down there, laughing and talking to himself. He makes sure to stay, just to make sure they're okay.
"Neither would I, dear." She pauses, eating another scallop before taking a small sip of her drink with a proboscis like that of a butterfly's, which unfurls from somewhere underneath her mask. It almost seems like whatever lies behind her mask is shifting between different shapes in a similar manner that his bubbling tar can.
After a while, Omori tiredly gets up- she's not hurt, but has spent her entire magical reserves that she had from that ritual and is still feeling immensely exhausted. She hops down from her bed in the shadowed corner of her room, looking over at him. "Thank you for helping me, Top."
He finishes his lobster and slowly drains his drink, putting it to his agape maw, the glass becoming empty and covered in that goo, “Dear, may I see what is behind your mask?”
He shakes his head, “My help isn’t done yet, I still need to take you to that observatory. I’ll get you there in back in time for bed, promise.” He says with a smile, getting out of his chair, “You should rest, you were tired, you probably still are tired.”
He puts down his knitting needles, which just appeared in his hands. He tilts his head, “You seem to take a lot of responsibility, may I ask, how old are you?”
Smoke billows from his nose and from behind his teeth as he smiles, “Ha…”
He smiles at the altar, smiling as he looks at her, sighing a little. He waits for her, happy and content.
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Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
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“22 myself.” He pushes himself to standing, “Best I head out, if you ever need another free song, I would be happy to provide one. A honor it was.” He finishes his cup of tea before beginning to walk out.
He begins laughing, holding them close.
He laughs before taking her hands as the flowers vanish, “Dear, we’ve meet married for… a bit now, and with each moment, life with you has grown sweeter, we now have two children, and a life I wouldn’t give away for all the treasures on the planes. I wish I could show you some way that I love you that would summarize all my feelings for you, but the closest I’ve ever gotten is the ring that sits on your finger. I love you Saphuno, you are my life, and the only thing that keeps you from being everything important in my life is our daughter and son.”
"Neither would I, dear." She pauses, eating another scallop before taking a small sip of her drink with a proboscis like that of a butterfly's, which unfurls from somewhere underneath her mask. It almost seems like whatever lies behind her mask is shifting between different shapes in a similar manner that his bubbling tar can.
After a while, Omori tiredly gets up- she's not hurt, but has spent her entire magical reserves that she had from that ritual and is still feeling immensely exhausted. She hops down from her bed in the shadowed corner of her room, looking over at him. "Thank you for helping me, Top."
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)
(Good place to end)
He leans back, looking down to see how much of the blunt is left.
“I know it doesn’t mean much for me to marry you again, but I want you to know, no matter how long we are together, my love for you still burns brighter than the day before. I love you.” He leans in onto his tippy toes and kisses them passionately.
He finishes his lobster and slowly drains his drink, putting it to his agape maw, the glass becoming empty and covered in that goo, “Dear, may I see what is behind your mask?”
He shakes his head, “My help isn’t done yet, I still need to take you to that observatory. I’ll get you there in back in time for bed, promise.” He says with a smile, getting out of his chair, “You should rest, you were tired, you probably still are tired.”
*Cut for Salem. Of course you can.*
Camilla can be heard approaching, dressed in her usual amount of clothes, holding her clipboard, but putting it away when she sees them.
He laughs even harder, pulling Zephyr to his face, “They… haha…”
After a long time, he takes a deep breath, smiling at them, “I am so happy to be with you, being your puppy is perfect for me.”
She waves up at them, smiling a little bit “Hello, Dew.”
“Blunts… gone…” He barely is able to mutter, his brain fried.
He leans into nuzzling with her, “And you the love of mine.” With a flick of his hand, the area changes back to normal.
She raises an eyebrow at her being called dear, but moves on “Good to see you too.”
He holds them in his strong arms, “I don’t… think I can… move…”
He looks up at his wonderful wife, “We should probably go back inside, that spell was a little tiring.”
She chuckles a little bit, “It’s okay, you have something on your mind. I guess you’re leaving soon, huh?” She asks, a little saddened by it.
“Wanna… sleep?”
He lets himself be carried, sighing “I could’ve walked there, dear. My legs still work.”
She tilts her head, confused “Then what’s on your mind? Is something wrong?” She gasps “Are you firing me?”
He lies them down on the couch with him.
He laughs, letting himself be snuggled, wrapping his arms around them and feeling along them, rubbing their back.