"Others getting hurt then the ones I intend to hurt." He said and tilted his head to the side "My cold dead heart does still beat."
It makes a small noise, it's eyes closing happily. It nuzzles into the them, flopping on their lap.
"Nothing here can hurt me, and even if they tried, I wouldn't have a reason to fight back. Plus, people have forgiven me for much, much worse things than assisting a cannibalistic serial killer. I would rather not go into them, obviously, but I have done worse."
The Egregore gently pets the little goat, smiling as best he can.
"Others getting hurt then the ones I intend to hurt." He said and tilted his head to the side "My cold dead heart does still beat."
It makes a small noise, it's eyes closing happily. It nuzzles into the them, flopping on their lap.
"Nothing here can hurt me, and even if they tried, I wouldn't have a reason to fight back. Plus, people have forgiven me for much, much worse things than assisting a cannibalistic serial killer. I would rather not go into them, obviously, but I have done worse."
The Egregore gently pets the little goat, smiling as best he can.
He chuckles lightly "Still, any thoughts of harm coming to you makes my skin feel tight." He said.
It closes it's eyes again, blinking slowly until it does off.
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)
A short figure stumbles into the drunken gem, soaked to the core and pulling their hood around their face. Their hands, arms, and bare feet are wrapped in bandages stained with dirt, ash, and blood. Shivering, they sit down in the corner
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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)
"Nothing here can hurt me, and even if they tried, I wouldn't have a reason to fight back. Plus, people have forgiven me for much, much worse things than assisting a cannibalistic serial killer. I would rather not go into them, obviously, but I have done worse."
The Egregore gently pets the little goat, smiling as best he can.
He chuckles lightly "Still, any thoughts of harm coming to you makes my skin feel tight." He said.
It closes it's eyes again, blinking slowly until it does off.
"Fair enough. But you must clean yourself up, chef. While a little blood can be a fashion statement, it's hardly sanitary."
*By the way, I'm considering reworking Sytosc's lore, since not even literal gods can beat him, and I kinda removed his species from my world.*
"Nothing here can hurt me, and even if they tried, I wouldn't have a reason to fight back. Plus, people have forgiven me for much, much worse things than assisting a cannibalistic serial killer. I would rather not go into them, obviously, but I have done worse."
The Egregore gently pets the little goat, smiling as best he can.
He chuckles lightly "Still, any thoughts of harm coming to you makes my skin feel tight." He said.
It closes it's eyes again, blinking slowly until it does off.
"Fair enough. But you must clean yourself up, chef. While a little blood can be a fashion statement, it's hardly sanitary."
*By the way, I'm considering reworking Sytosc's lore, since not even literal gods can beat him, and I kinda removed his species from my world.*
"I know, I know." He said and set the body down. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. His torso is marred with claw marks, bullet holes, deep cuts, scars, burns, and much more.
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)
"Nothing here can hurt me, and even if they tried, I wouldn't have a reason to fight back. Plus, people have forgiven me for much, much worse things than assisting a cannibalistic serial killer. I would rather not go into them, obviously, but I have done worse."
The Egregore gently pets the little goat, smiling as best he can.
He chuckles lightly "Still, any thoughts of harm coming to you makes my skin feel tight." He said.
It closes it's eyes again, blinking slowly until it does off.
"Fair enough. But you must clean yourself up, chef. While a little blood can be a fashion statement, it's hardly sanitary."
*By the way, I'm considering reworking Sytosc's lore, since not even literal gods can beat him, and I kinda removed his species from my world.*
"I know, I know." He said and set the body down. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. His torso is marred with claw marks, bullet holes, deep cuts, scars, burns, and much more.
*Aw. Sad. He was powerful benevolent god.*
Sytosc doesn't comment. He folds his arms behind his back and turns away. "Casu martzu. Have you had it before?"
*Do you have any ideas? He could be a Nyarlathotep-type character where he's basically an Elder Evil who took interest in mortals for whatever reason.*
A short figure stumbles into the drunken gem, soaked to the core and pulling their hood around their face. Their hands, arms, and bare feet are wrapped in bandages stained with dirt, ash, and blood. Shivering, they sit down in the corner
*don't wanna let this get lost*
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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)
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)
"Nothing here can hurt me, and even if they tried, I wouldn't have a reason to fight back. Plus, people have forgiven me for much, much worse things than assisting a cannibalistic serial killer. I would rather not go into them, obviously, but I have done worse."
The Egregore gently pets the little goat, smiling as best he can.
He chuckles lightly "Still, any thoughts of harm coming to you makes my skin feel tight." He said.
It closes it's eyes again, blinking slowly until it does off.
"Fair enough. But you must clean yourself up, chef. While a little blood can be a fashion statement, it's hardly sanitary."
*By the way, I'm considering reworking Sytosc's lore, since not even literal gods can beat him, and I kinda removed his species from my world.*
"I know, I know." He said and set the body down. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. His torso is marred with claw marks, bullet holes, deep cuts, scars, burns, and much more.
*Aw. Sad. He was powerful benevolent god.*
Sytosc doesn't comment. He folds his arms behind his back and turns away. "Casu martzu. Have you had it before?"
*Do you have any ideas? He could be a Nyarlathotep-type character where he's basically an Elder Evil who took interest in mortals for whatever reason.*
He shakes his head and buttons up his fresh shirt. "No, not to my knowledge."
*Hmm. If we are going for disguise then maybe something from the book of outer space?*
"I know, I know." He said and set the body down. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. His torso is marred with claw marks, bullet holes, deep cuts, scars, burns, and much more.
*Aw. Sad. He was powerful benevolent god.*
Sytosc doesn't comment. He folds his arms behind his back and turns away. "Casu martzu. Have you had it before?"
*Do you have any ideas? He could be a Nyarlathotep-type character where he's basically an Elder Evil who took interest in mortals for whatever reason.*
He shakes his head and buttons up his fresh shirt. "No, not to my knowledge."
*Hmm. If we are going for disguise then maybe something from the book of outer space?*
"It's essentially a cheese filled with maggots. It is supposedly a delicacy. My people have invented a similar food, but safer."
*What if... he's a living BLACK HOLE!? Projecting his consciousness to the Material Plane from beyond his Event Horizon?!*
"Nothing here can hurt me, and even if they tried, I wouldn't have a reason to fight back. Plus, people have forgiven me for much, much worse things than assisting a cannibalistic serial killer. I would rather not go into them, obviously, but I have done worse."
The Egregore gently pets the little goat, smiling as best he can.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles lightly "Still, any thoughts of harm coming to you makes my skin feel tight." He said.
It closes it's eyes again, blinking slowly until it does off.
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
*hi*
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)
A short figure stumbles into the drunken gem, soaked to the core and pulling their hood around their face. Their hands, arms, and bare feet are wrapped in bandages stained with dirt, ash, and blood. Shivering, they sit down in the corner
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)
"Fair enough. But you must clean yourself up, chef. While a little blood can be a fashion statement, it's hardly sanitary."
*By the way, I'm considering reworking Sytosc's lore, since not even literal gods can beat him, and I kinda removed his species from my world.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I know, I know." He said and set the body down. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. His torso is marred with claw marks, bullet holes, deep cuts, scars, burns, and much more.
*Aw. Sad. He was powerful benevolent god.*
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
*hi*
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)
Sytosc doesn't comment. He folds his arms behind his back and turns away. "Casu martzu. Have you had it before?"
*Do you have any ideas? He could be a Nyarlathotep-type character where he's basically an Elder Evil who took interest in mortals for whatever reason.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*don't wanna let this get lost*
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)
*Ello, Fry!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*<3*
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)
*do you guys ever fear that you’re just an unpaid extra in a live documentary about Earth being made by old gods from beyond this mortal universe?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He shakes his head and buttons up his fresh shirt. "No, not to my knowledge."
*Hmm. If we are going for disguise then maybe something from the book of outer space?*
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
(hello everyone)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*chrctrs*
Thirteen is writing an entry on catoblepases.
Nainai is seething.
Eito is stuck on the roof.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
William is cutting up the body of a young man inside his kitchen, humming to himself.
Donn, in the form of a small baby black goat, is napping by the river.
Leto is enjoying the rain, barely rising her head from the waters of her pond.
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
"It's essentially a cheese filled with maggots. It is supposedly a delicacy. My people have invented a similar food, but safer."
*What if... he's a living BLACK HOLE!? Projecting his consciousness to the Material Plane from beyond his Event Horizon?!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A rotting animated cat saunters into the Red Plate. She seems at peace with the world.
“A little help, please?” Eito calls to her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hey Baalz got any other active characters?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.