So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Hello my friends, i exist finally. How is everyone?*
Tycho is eating lunch on a roof
Georgie is reading a letter in the grass, looking a bit sad
*I get to run a D&D session for a few people on Sunday.*
*Thats good, i hope it goes well :>*
*Wanna rp?*
Yuri appears besides Georgie, sitting down."Hi there.." She says gently.
he rubs his eyes, folding the letter in half as he leans on her a bit, "Hi miss Yuri." he replys softly
She pets his hair and tilts her head "What is wrong?"
"i..." he doesn;t seem to know the words for what he's trying to say for a moment, before he looks up at her with tears in his eyes, "What's a divorce?"
She looks down at him and looks a bit uncomfortable "Is... that what happened?"
"I... got a letter, and my sister said that mom and dad want one." He says, messing with his hands softly,
"Oh dear..." She said and hugged him tightly "I am so sorry love."
He hugs her back, trying not to cry, "Did.. did i d-do something wrong?" he stammers softly, "is t-that why they sent me away?"
"No no." She said, her own tears appearing "You are amazing child, you deserve better."
He lets out a sob, hugging her tighter, hiding his face against her as he crys
She picks him up, holding him close. She walks to Oswald's factory and brings him into the office where the Otyugh is lying on the couch. She sets him on the couch next to it where it snuggles up to him. She produces a kettle and heats up some milk, stirring it with cinnamon and nutmeg.
after a few more moments of sobbing he quiets down a bit, hugging one of his plushes tight as he snuggles with the Otyugh
She hands him a mug and sits on the floor across from him "You can stay here with me if you would like?.."
He lightly sips from the mug, looking up at her with blurry eyes, "I w-wouldn't be a b-bother?"
"Of course not dear. I could make you your own little house with little miniature houses for your plushies by the factory and you can come and see me anytime okay?"
he nods softly, looking down at his drink, "T-that sounds nice..."
He looks at it curiously, offering it a piece of his sandwhich
It shakes its head
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
The strugel child that runs the flower stand is happily wandering the village, ignoring the fact that everyone is hiding, and not seeming to mind any of donns children being there, in fact she even waves to them with a friendly smile. Shes picking up anything shiny that was dropped on the ground, from nails to dropped coins or even shiny buttons, she stashes them all away in her bag.
Donn appears from thin air and waves to them "I saw you around and I may need your help dear."
She tilts her head "Oh? What do you need help with?"
Genesis is making multiple maps at once while sitting outside. The angel has a bored expression as he does this, multiple hands floating around him and copying it on to other sheets. His golden hair is tied back in a ponytail, and his blue eyes constantly darting around.
Sanviento, which would be the four winged angelic Aasimar, walk around, a notebook in one hand, and within the other is something unexpected. In his hand is a still beating heart, golden ichor leaking from where the artery would be. A pen writing down on the notebook as he mutters to himself.
Genesis looks up, raising a single brow. "You might want to get that healed as fast as possible."
He looks up from his notebook and waves a hand dismissively, looking to the heart and back as ichor runs down his hand, and they can notice it's mixed into his hair somehow "Don't worry, this isn't mine."
Genesis stands up, the hands disappearing around the maps rolling up quietly and stacking into a pile. He places his hands in his pockets and walks over, his head tilting to the side "Here.." He snaps his fingers and its gone like it was never there in the first place.
A look of panic instantly crosses his face, he drops the notebook and he grabs Genesis's chest "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!! MY FRIEND IS GOING TO [GP]ING DIE BECAUSE OF THAT!!! BRING IT BACK NOW!" His voice cracking a bit from all the yelling as he shakes the angel.
Genesis looks unbothered by being shaken, his bored look still on his face. He produces a knife made of celestial steel and drives it through the flesh on his arm until the tip of the blade appears on the other side. He waves a hand and produces a vial and cork, gathering up the golden ichor in it and corking it. He hands it to them, pulls out the blade, and brushes their hands off of them "Don't touch me."
He puts his hands to his head, holding it and beginning to hyperventilate, his wings moving frantically "[GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]!" Ichor begins to run down his head as he holds it in his hands.
Genesis tilts their head, blinking slowly.
"Damian's [GP]ing dead! That was the only god heart I could get my hands on!"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Azabrose lets him go after a moment. "Ah. I just can't do anything right it seems. What an ignorant mind I must have. How may I make it up to you?"
Egregore looks up at Donn (his height is inconsistent, being a smoke spirit) with big eyes. He kisses Donn on the nose. "I'm sure it will be perfect then. Sometimes I think you know me better than I do."
"Nothing. I just don't like being touched, makes my skin feel like its crawling." He said, looking at the ground as if it held secrets "Just do not do that again please."
(Unintentionally, I have somehow made Genesis on the spectrum.)
"I'd like to pretend I do but you are like a treasure chest, filled with different secrets of every kind." he grins.
"I will not. Do you eat, brother? My task in heaven was making Ambrosia, and while I failed each time I tried, I can still cook very well."
"Maybe I'm not as deep as either of us think. That would be scary. I guess we can't know, can we?"
"I do not eat. All food either tastes like ash or it has a weird consistency." He shakes his head "I don't think I can even gain nutrition from food."
Donn shrugs and grins, leaning on his pitchfork.
"That, I belive, comes form improper preparation. Most food lacks the vitality it needs to be truly enjoyed. But if you do not wish to try my meals, I will not force you to. I am Azabrose. What is your name, so that I may know you better?"
The strugel child that runs the flower stand is happily wandering the village, ignoring the fact that everyone is hiding, and not seeming to mind any of donns children being there, in fact she even waves to them with a friendly smile. Shes picking up anything shiny that was dropped on the ground, from nails to dropped coins or even shiny buttons, she stashes them all away in her bag.
Donn appears from thin air and waves to them "I saw you around and I may need your help dear."
She tilts her head "Oh? What do you need help with?"
"I need a bouquet of flowers. Preferably one that consists of Cornflower, Golder Ichor Roses, and Willow branches." He asks politely.
Genesis is making multiple maps at once while sitting outside. The angel has a bored expression as he does this, multiple hands floating around him and copying it on to other sheets. His golden hair is tied back in a ponytail, and his blue eyes constantly darting around.
Sanviento, which would be the four winged angelic Aasimar, walk around, a notebook in one hand, and within the other is something unexpected. In his hand is a still beating heart, golden ichor leaking from where the artery would be. A pen writing down on the notebook as he mutters to himself.
Genesis looks up, raising a single brow. "You might want to get that healed as fast as possible."
He looks up from his notebook and waves a hand dismissively, looking to the heart and back as ichor runs down his hand, and they can notice it's mixed into his hair somehow "Don't worry, this isn't mine."
Genesis stands up, the hands disappearing around the maps rolling up quietly and stacking into a pile. He places his hands in his pockets and walks over, his head tilting to the side "Here.." He snaps his fingers and its gone like it was never there in the first place.
A look of panic instantly crosses his face, he drops the notebook and he grabs Genesis's chest "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!! MY FRIEND IS GOING TO [GP]ING DIE BECAUSE OF THAT!!! BRING IT BACK NOW!" His voice cracking a bit from all the yelling as he shakes the angel.
Genesis looks unbothered by being shaken, his bored look still on his face. He produces a knife made of celestial steel and drives it through the flesh on his arm until the tip of the blade appears on the other side. He waves a hand and produces a vial and cork, gathering up the golden ichor in it and corking it. He hands it to them, pulls out the blade, and brushes their hands off of them "Don't touch me."
He puts his hands to his head, holding it and beginning to hyperventilate, his wings moving frantically "[GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]!" Ichor begins to run down his head as he holds it in his hands.
Genesis tilts their head, blinking slowly.
"Damian's [GP]ing dead! That was the only god heart I could get my hands on!"
"Good lord, you humans are overemotional about death." he grumbles and rubs his temples.
Azabrose lets him go after a moment. "Ah. I just can't do anything right it seems. What an ignorant mind I must have. How may I make it up to you?"
Egregore looks up at Donn (his height is inconsistent, being a smoke spirit) with big eyes. He kisses Donn on the nose. "I'm sure it will be perfect then. Sometimes I think you know me better than I do."
"Nothing. I just don't like being touched, makes my skin feel like its crawling." He said, looking at the ground as if it held secrets "Just do not do that again please."
(Unintentionally, I have somehow made Genesis on the spectrum.)
"I'd like to pretend I do but you are like a treasure chest, filled with different secrets of every kind." he grins.
"I will not. Do you eat, brother? My task in heaven was making Ambrosia, and while I failed each time I tried, I can still cook very well."
"Maybe I'm not as deep as either of us think. That would be scary. I guess we can't know, can we?"
"I do not eat. All food either tastes like ash or it has a weird consistency." He shakes his head "I don't think I can even gain nutrition from food."
Donn shrugs and grins, leaning on his pitchfork.
"That, I belive, comes form improper preparation. Most food lacks the vitality it needs to be truly enjoyed. But if you do not wish to try my meals, I will not force you to. I am Azabrose. What is your name, so that I may know you better?"
Eggy snuggles close.
"Genesis, Angel of Knowledge and Seraphim of Secrets." He said, sitting back down and waving a hand "If you want to, you can. I can't guarantee that ill be able to taste it though.
He looks at it curiously, offering it a piece of his sandwhich
It shakes its head
he shrugs, eating the piece
Isaac walks outside and calls up to him "the bird doesn't eat food"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Genesis is making multiple maps at once while sitting outside. The angel has a bored expression as he does this, multiple hands floating around him and copying it on to other sheets. His golden hair is tied back in a ponytail, and his blue eyes constantly darting around.
Sanviento, which would be the four winged angelic Aasimar, walk around, a notebook in one hand, and within the other is something unexpected. In his hand is a still beating heart, golden ichor leaking from where the artery would be. A pen writing down on the notebook as he mutters to himself.
Genesis looks up, raising a single brow. "You might want to get that healed as fast as possible."
He looks up from his notebook and waves a hand dismissively, looking to the heart and back as ichor runs down his hand, and they can notice it's mixed into his hair somehow "Don't worry, this isn't mine."
Genesis stands up, the hands disappearing around the maps rolling up quietly and stacking into a pile. He places his hands in his pockets and walks over, his head tilting to the side "Here.." He snaps his fingers and its gone like it was never there in the first place.
A look of panic instantly crosses his face, he drops the notebook and he grabs Genesis's chest "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!! MY FRIEND IS GOING TO [GP]ING DIE BECAUSE OF THAT!!! BRING IT BACK NOW!" His voice cracking a bit from all the yelling as he shakes the angel.
Genesis looks unbothered by being shaken, his bored look still on his face. He produces a knife made of celestial steel and drives it through the flesh on his arm until the tip of the blade appears on the other side. He waves a hand and produces a vial and cork, gathering up the golden ichor in it and corking it. He hands it to them, pulls out the blade, and brushes their hands off of them "Don't touch me."
He puts his hands to his head, holding it and beginning to hyperventilate, his wings moving frantically "[GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]!" Ichor begins to run down his head as he holds it in his hands.
Genesis tilts their head, blinking slowly.
"Damian's [GP]ing dead! That was the only god heart I could get my hands on!"
"Good lord, you humans are overemotional about death." he grumbles and rubs his temples.
He stops, looking up, his eye twitching "What do you mean you humans? I'm an Aasimar, do you want people to die?"
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
Genesis is making multiple maps at once while sitting outside. The angel has a bored expression as he does this, multiple hands floating around him and copying it on to other sheets. His golden hair is tied back in a ponytail, and his blue eyes constantly darting around.
Sanviento, which would be the four winged angelic Aasimar, walk around, a notebook in one hand, and within the other is something unexpected. In his hand is a still beating heart, golden ichor leaking from where the artery would be. A pen writing down on the notebook as he mutters to himself.
Genesis looks up, raising a single brow. "You might want to get that healed as fast as possible."
He looks up from his notebook and waves a hand dismissively, looking to the heart and back as ichor runs down his hand, and they can notice it's mixed into his hair somehow "Don't worry, this isn't mine."
Genesis stands up, the hands disappearing around the maps rolling up quietly and stacking into a pile. He places his hands in his pockets and walks over, his head tilting to the side "Here.." He snaps his fingers and its gone like it was never there in the first place.
A look of panic instantly crosses his face, he drops the notebook and he grabs Genesis's chest "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!!! MY FRIEND IS GOING TO [GP]ING DIE BECAUSE OF THAT!!! BRING IT BACK NOW!" His voice cracking a bit from all the yelling as he shakes the angel.
Genesis looks unbothered by being shaken, his bored look still on his face. He produces a knife made of celestial steel and drives it through the flesh on his arm until the tip of the blade appears on the other side. He waves a hand and produces a vial and cork, gathering up the golden ichor in it and corking it. He hands it to them, pulls out the blade, and brushes their hands off of them "Don't touch me."
He puts his hands to his head, holding it and beginning to hyperventilate, his wings moving frantically "[GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]! [GP]!" Ichor begins to run down his head as he holds it in his hands.
Genesis tilts their head, blinking slowly.
"Damian's [GP]ing dead! That was the only god heart I could get my hands on!"
"Good lord, you humans are overemotional about death." he grumbles and rubs his temples.
He stops, looking up, his eye twitching "What do you mean you humans? I'm an Aasimar, do you want people to die?"
"I don't care if they live or die. More continue to cover the earth. A dime a dozen."
"That, I belive, comes form improper preparation. Most food lacks the vitality it needs to be truly enjoyed. But if you do not wish to try my meals, I will not force you to. I am Azabrose. What is your name, so that I may know you better?"
Eggy snuggles close.
"Genesis, Angel of Knowledge and Seraphim of Secrets." He said, sitting back down and waving a hand "If you want to, you can. I can't guarantee that ill be able to taste it though.
Donn pick him up and holds him bridal style.
"Quite a high title. I shall get one of the Legend Ingredients for you. You will dine at a later date, but until then, consider my offer accepted but unfulfilled."
The strugel child that runs the flower stand is happily wandering the village, ignoring the fact that everyone is hiding, and not seeming to mind any of donns children being there, in fact she even waves to them with a friendly smile. Shes picking up anything shiny that was dropped on the ground, from nails to dropped coins or even shiny buttons, she stashes them all away in her bag.
Donn appears from thin air and waves to them "I saw you around and I may need your help dear."
She tilts her head "Oh? What do you need help with?"
"I need a bouquet of flowers. Preferably one that consists of Cornflower, Golder Ichor Roses, and Willow branches." He asks politely.
"Oh, ok! I can do that! I'll be back just a minute sir!" She runs off back to her flower stand and skillfully arranges a beautiful bouquet with the flowers donn asked for, making sure to use druidcraft in it so it'll stay alive longer before she comes back, not running this time to make sure that the flowers aren't damaged and offers them to him "here you go sir!" He can sense a feeling of extreme eagerness to please from her.
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Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
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Isaac's bird lands next to him
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
he nods softly, looking down at his drink, "T-that sounds nice..."
He looks at it curiously, offering it a piece of his sandwhich
It shakes its head
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
She tilts her head "Oh? What do you need help with?"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Damian's [GP]ing dead! That was the only god heart I could get my hands on!"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"That, I belive, comes form improper preparation. Most food lacks the vitality it needs to be truly enjoyed. But if you do not wish to try my meals, I will not force you to. I am Azabrose. What is your name, so that I may know you better?"
Eggy snuggles close.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I need a bouquet of flowers. Preferably one that consists of Cornflower, Golder Ichor Roses, and Willow branches." He asks politely.
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
he shrugs, eating the piece
"Good lord, you humans are overemotional about death." he grumbles and rubs his temples.
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
"Genesis, Angel of Knowledge and Seraphim of Secrets." He said, sitting back down and waving a hand "If you want to, you can. I can't guarantee that ill be able to taste it though.
Donn pick him up and holds him bridal style.
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
Isaac walks outside and calls up to him "the bird doesn't eat food"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He stops, looking up, his eye twitching "What do you mean you humans? I'm an Aasimar, do you want people to die?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Bro if Genesis meets Benimaru it will just be a tired contest, both blinking slowly at each other. Actually now I need that.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I don't care if they live or die. More continue to cover the earth. A dime a dozen."
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
*Genesis is just a monotone, tired, and sarcastic angel who is annoyed by people lol.*
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
"Well i wasn't going to assume his diet," The tiefling smiles
"Oh my goodness, you're an idiot. There is no point, I'll just take your heart as a replacement."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Quite a high title. I shall get one of the Legend Ingredients for you. You will dine at a later date, but until then, consider my offer accepted but unfulfilled."
He murmurs happily.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh, ok! I can do that! I'll be back just a minute sir!" She runs off back to her flower stand and skillfully arranges a beautiful bouquet with the flowers donn asked for, making sure to use druidcraft in it so it'll stay alive longer before she comes back, not running this time to make sure that the flowers aren't damaged and offers them to him "here you go sir!" He can sense a feeling of extreme eagerness to please from her.
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!