(I would offer to rp but I am working on my own project rn)
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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
Cathan sighs, a faint smile playing on his face. "The world can be beautiful again, you know. We just have to believe. We need to make systematic changes. We all spent so long in worship that we forgot that man is mortal. Because of them, the people who believe themselves gods and their officers angels, I need to be hopped up and spice 24/7 to not spend my time screaming and crying, agonies of past and present unrelentingly assaulting my body and mind. But the war is over, in their eyes. The war is never over in ours. I take the easy path. The one where I sell spices and work changes in the system through riots and bribes. You... you can do something much, much worse. This madness will not end with a single death. They won't see clearly until they are forced to look at the blood on their shoes. You have an opening. Revenge is short-term. Please, don't just kill the man. Crush his soul. Break his world until it's nothing anymore. Show him what he's done in colors so vibrant it hurts just to open his eyes." He holds out a little bag of powder labeled Hellfire. "It's just a little dream. Our dreams. Every night of longing and hurting and screaming and crying put into one little baggie, strong enough to make a herd of elephants keel over from the hurt of it all. C'mon, give hell a chance."
Shredder finds him very persuasive due to the sheer amount of drugs he has recently stolen and imbibed.
Shredder holds his head, breathing deeply as to process the drugs through his body like filtering a poison using his own technique. *It actually happened in the 2012 TMNT.* When his mind is once more cleared he looks to the fellow burn victim "I will not do this because I am subservient to you, but I am willing to help you as I feel a slight kinship with you. If you wish for me to break a man's mind and soul, I shall for you." His claws go back into his gauntlets "Just this once, I will listen to you. Merely for this moment."
"This is just a test dose, darling." He begins rewrapping his mangled head. "Use it however you wish. But once you're done, I want you back. Consider it a favor. A gift. A Pandora's Box, but the hope is all yours. It targets the entire brain, so they won't even realize that all they see and feel is a nightmare suggested by you. Testing it was a beast. Careful not to inhale it yourself, because in this state I haven't yet seen an antidote or technique to heal it."
*Think of this as a chemical version of the Weird spell, DC 40 CON save. Deals poison damage, reducing immunity to resistance and resistance to nothing, and is blocked by Poison Immunity instead of Frightened immunity.*
"Tell me what you think when you're done. I am confident in what I make."
Cathan sighs, a faint smile playing on his face. "The world can be beautiful again, you know. We just have to believe. We need to make systematic changes. We all spent so long in worship that we forgot that man is mortal. Because of them, the people who believe themselves gods and their officers angels, I need to be hopped up and spice 24/7 to not spend my time screaming and crying, agonies of past and present unrelentingly assaulting my body and mind. But the war is over, in their eyes. The war is never over in ours. I take the easy path. The one where I sell spices and work changes in the system through riots and bribes. You... you can do something much, much worse. This madness will not end with a single death. They won't see clearly until they are forced to look at the blood on their shoes. You have an opening. Revenge is short-term. Please, don't just kill the man. Crush his soul. Break his world until it's nothing anymore. Show him what he's done in colors so vibrant it hurts just to open his eyes." He holds out a little bag of powder labeled Hellfire. "It's just a little dream. Our dreams. Every night of longing and hurting and screaming and crying put into one little baggie, strong enough to make a herd of elephants keel over from the hurt of it all. C'mon, give hell a chance."
Shredder finds him very persuasive due to the sheer amount of drugs he has recently stolen and imbibed.
Shredder holds his head, breathing deeply as to process the drugs through his body like filtering a poison using his own technique. *It actually happened in the 2012 TMNT.* When his mind is once more cleared he looks to the fellow burn victim "I will not do this because I am subservient to you, but I am willing to help you as I feel a slight kinship with you. If you wish for me to break a man's mind and soul, I shall for you." His claws go back into his gauntlets "Just this once, I will listen to you. Merely for this moment."
"This is just a test dose, darling." He begins rewrapping his mangled head. "Use it however you wish. But once you're done, I want you back. Consider it a favor. A gift. A Pandora's Box, but the hope is all yours. It targets the entire brain, so they won't even realize that all they see and feel is a nightmare suggested by you. Testing it was a beast. Careful not to inhale it yourself, because in this state I haven't yet seen an antidote or technique to heal it."
*Think of this as a chemical version of the Weird spell, DC 40 CON save. Deals poison damage, reducing immunity to resistance and resistance to nothing, and is blocked by Poison Immunity instead of Frightened immunity.*
"Tell me what you think when you're done. I am confident in what I make."
"Don't call me that." He takes the test dose with one hand and puts it away "What do you want me to do in exchange. Don't give me a vague answer, straightforward and simple." He says it with the heaviness of a command "I will not do this again, so make your favor count."
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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.'
*this is a little heavy, wow* A young woman with a floppy scarlet wizardish hat is sitting outside the in, observing the bustling morning. Her thick mop of black curls is tied back by a barely-visible yellow scarf
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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)
"This is just a test dose, darling." He begins rewrapping his mangled head. "Use it however you wish. But once you're done, I want you back. Consider it a favor. A gift. A Pandora's Box, but the hope is all yours. It targets the entire brain, so they won't even realize that all they see and feel is a nightmare suggested by you. Testing it was a beast. Careful not to inhale it yourself, because in this state I haven't yet seen an antidote or technique to heal it."
*Think of this as a chemical version of the Weird spell, DC 40 CON save. Deals poison damage, reducing immunity to resistance and resistance to nothing, and is blocked by Poison Immunity instead of Frightened immunity.*
"Tell me what you think when you're done. I am confident in what I make."
"Don't call me that." He takes the test dose with one hand and puts it away "What do you want me to do in exchange. Don't give me a vague answer, straightforward and simple." He says it with the heaviness of a command "I will not do this again, so make your favor count."
Cathan casually leans back against his shovel and pretends to think. "Oh, nothing yet. Just tell me what you think of my little toy. After all, I'm just giving you a free sample of the cruelest weapon I've ever made. And if you end up wanting another dose, you can come back, and then we can talk. If you're unsatisfied, think nothing of it. Now, have you though about getting any other meds? Maybe something to stabilize your mood?"
*this is a little heavy, wow* A young woman with a floppy scarlet wizardish hat is sitting outside the in, observing the bustling morning. Her thick mop of black curls is tied back by a barely-visible yellow scarf
A young man in an suit of heavy plate armor, holding a golden greatsword is sitting nearby, the only part of his features visible being his large muscles (Because of course he has muscles, he is always wearing heavy armor) and his eyes. A distant look as he contemplates life silently.
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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.'
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
(can I get your opinion on something when you have the time?)
Isaac walks into the clearing "what happened here?"
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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
"This is just a test dose, darling." He begins rewrapping his mangled head. "Use it however you wish. But once you're done, I want you back. Consider it a favor. A gift. A Pandora's Box, but the hope is all yours. It targets the entire brain, so they won't even realize that all they see and feel is a nightmare suggested by you. Testing it was a beast. Careful not to inhale it yourself, because in this state I haven't yet seen an antidote or technique to heal it."
*Think of this as a chemical version of the Weird spell, DC 40 CON save. Deals poison damage, reducing immunity to resistance and resistance to nothing, and is blocked by Poison Immunity instead of Frightened immunity.*
"Tell me what you think when you're done. I am confident in what I make."
"Don't call me that." He takes the test dose with one hand and puts it away "What do you want me to do in exchange. Don't give me a vague answer, straightforward and simple." He says it with the heaviness of a command "I will not do this again, so make your favor count."
Cathan casually leans back against his shovel and pretends to think. "Oh, nothing yet. Just tell me what you think of my little toy. After all, I'm just giving you a free sample of the cruelest weapon I've ever made. And if you end up wanting another dose, you can come back, and then we can talk. If you're unsatisfied, think nothing of it. Now, have you though about getting any other meds? Maybe something to stabilize your mood?"
"I don't do drugs. I don't need meds, the only failure in my health is my constantly burning severe scars. I make sure to keep myself health in spite of all the damage I take in combat and training." He begins to detach pieces of his armor, revealing more burned flesh, his entire body covered in nothing but scars, cuts as well as third degree burns all over "Do you have anything to help with burn pain?"
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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.'
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
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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)
"This is just a test dose, darling." He begins rewrapping his mangled head. "Use it however you wish. But once you're done, I want you back. Consider it a favor. A gift. A Pandora's Box, but the hope is all yours. It targets the entire brain, so they won't even realize that all they see and feel is a nightmare suggested by you. Testing it was a beast. Careful not to inhale it yourself, because in this state I haven't yet seen an antidote or technique to heal it."
*Think of this as a chemical version of the Weird spell, DC 40 CON save. Deals poison damage, reducing immunity to resistance and resistance to nothing, and is blocked by Poison Immunity instead of Frightened immunity.*
"Tell me what you think when you're done. I am confident in what I make."
"Don't call me that." He takes the test dose with one hand and puts it away "What do you want me to do in exchange. Don't give me a vague answer, straightforward and simple." He says it with the heaviness of a command "I will not do this again, so make your favor count."
Cathan casually leans back against his shovel and pretends to think. "Oh, nothing yet. Just tell me what you think of my little toy. After all, I'm just giving you a free sample of the cruelest weapon I've ever made. And if you end up wanting another dose, you can come back, and then we can talk. If you're unsatisfied, think nothing of it. Now, have you though about getting any other meds? Maybe something to stabilize your mood?"
"I don't do drugs. I don't need meds, the only failure in my health is my constantly burning severe scars. I make sure to keep myself health in spite of all the damage I take in combat and training." He begins to detach pieces of his armor, revealing more burned flesh, his entire body covered in nothing but scars, cuts as well as third degree burns all over "Do you have anything to help with burn pain?"
"Of course." He pulls out three small vials of grey spices. "Eat at least 5 grams twice a day and the pain should fade. This should last you a month. After that, you'll start paying for my services."
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
(can I get your opinion on something when you have the time?)
Isaac walks into the clearing "what happened here?"
(Sure, what's up?)
"Just testing a little something" He says with a smile
(I'll send it over to you)
"what was it?"
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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
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
*Georgie is a young human with messy brown hair, around ten years oldish (not entirely set)*
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
*Georgie is a young human with messy brown hair, around ten years oldish (not entirely set)*
He looks over, emailing and waving
*emailing? Emailing who? Is it urgent?* She gives a slight chuckle and goes back to her drawing
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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)
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
(can I get your opinion on something when you have the time?)
Isaac walks into the clearing "what happened here?"
(Sure, what's up?)
"Just testing a little something" He says with a smile
(I'll send it over to you)
"what was it?"
(Oki)
"Hmmm, a test of strength." He says simply
(sent)
"was it successful?"
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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
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
*Georgie is a young human with messy brown hair, around ten years oldish (not entirely set)*
He looks over, emailing and waving
*emailing? Emailing who? Is it urgent?* She gives a slight chuckle and goes back to her drawing
"This is just a test dose, darling." He begins rewrapping his mangled head. "Use it however you wish. But once you're done, I want you back. Consider it a favor. A gift. A Pandora's Box, but the hope is all yours. It targets the entire brain, so they won't even realize that all they see and feel is a nightmare suggested by you. Testing it was a beast. Careful not to inhale it yourself, because in this state I haven't yet seen an antidote or technique to heal it."
*Think of this as a chemical version of the Weird spell, DC 40 CON save. Deals poison damage, reducing immunity to resistance and resistance to nothing, and is blocked by Poison Immunity instead of Frightened immunity.*
"Tell me what you think when you're done. I am confident in what I make."
"Don't call me that." He takes the test dose with one hand and puts it away "What do you want me to do in exchange. Don't give me a vague answer, straightforward and simple." He says it with the heaviness of a command "I will not do this again, so make your favor count."
Cathan casually leans back against his shovel and pretends to think. "Oh, nothing yet. Just tell me what you think of my little toy. After all, I'm just giving you a free sample of the cruelest weapon I've ever made. And if you end up wanting another dose, you can come back, and then we can talk. If you're unsatisfied, think nothing of it. Now, have you though about getting any other meds? Maybe something to stabilize your mood?"
"I don't do drugs. I don't need meds, the only failure in my health is my constantly burning severe scars. I make sure to keep myself health in spite of all the damage I take in combat and training." He begins to detach pieces of his armor, revealing more burned flesh, his entire body covered in nothing but scars, cuts as well as third degree burns all over "Do you have anything to help with burn pain?"
"Of course." He pulls out three small vials of grey spices. "Eat at least 5 grams twice a day and the pain should fade. This should last you a month. After that, you'll start paying for my services."
He takes the vials of grey spice. He then opens one and puts it to his mouth, eating the entire vial in one go. He then closes it back as the pain fades slightly, although his flesh remains weak, waiting for the effects to truly kick in.
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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.'
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
*Georgie is a young human with messy brown hair, around ten years oldish (not entirely set)*
He looks over, emailing and waving
*emailing? Emailing who? Is it urgent?* She gives a slight chuckle and goes back to her drawing
*smiling lol, thank you auto correct*
He hums, contonueing to play
She adds the last touches, smudging the charcoal with her thumb
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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)
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(I would offer to rp but I am working on my own project rn)
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
"This is just a test dose, darling." He begins rewrapping his mangled head. "Use it however you wish. But once you're done, I want you back. Consider it a favor. A gift. A Pandora's Box, but the hope is all yours. It targets the entire brain, so they won't even realize that all they see and feel is a nightmare suggested by you. Testing it was a beast. Careful not to inhale it yourself, because in this state I haven't yet seen an antidote or technique to heal it."
*Think of this as a chemical version of the Weird spell, DC 40 CON save. Deals poison damage, reducing immunity to resistance and resistance to nothing, and is blocked by Poison Immunity instead of Frightened immunity.*
"Tell me what you think when you're done. I am confident in what I make."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Don't call me that." He takes the test dose with one hand and puts it away "What do you want me to do in exchange. Don't give me a vague answer, straightforward and simple." He says it with the heaviness of a command "I will not do this again, so make your favor count."
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.)
*this is a little heavy, wow*
A young woman with a floppy scarlet wizardish hat is sitting outside the in, observing the bustling morning. Her thick mop of black curls is tied back by a barely-visible yellow scarf
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)
*characters for anyone who wants to*
Georgie is in the tavern playing with Soul
Elio is in the forest, a artificial clearing having been created. The ground is scorched, stumps of burnt trees littering the ground,
Tycho is on a rooftop, eating lunch
Cathan casually leans back against his shovel and pretends to think. "Oh, nothing yet. Just tell me what you think of my little toy. After all, I'm just giving you a free sample of the cruelest weapon I've ever made. And if you end up wanting another dose, you can come back, and then we can talk. If you're unsatisfied, think nothing of it. Now, have you though about getting any other meds? Maybe something to stabilize your mood?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A young man in an suit of heavy plate armor, holding a golden greatsword is sitting nearby, the only part of his features visible being his large muscles (Because of course he has muscles, he is always wearing heavy armor) and his eyes. A distant look as he contemplates life silently.
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.)
(can I get your opinion on something when you have the time?)
Isaac walks into the clearing "what happened here?"
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
"I don't do drugs. I don't need meds, the only failure in my health is my constantly burning severe scars. I make sure to keep myself health in spite of all the damage I take in combat and training." He begins to detach pieces of his armor, revealing more burned flesh, his entire body covered in nothing but scars, cuts as well as third degree burns all over "Do you have anything to help with burn pain?"
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.)
From a table, a young woman with a floppy wizardly hat sits sketching people she sees. Currently, she's working on a small sketch of georgie *can I have a desc?*
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)
(Sure, what's up?)
"Just testing a little something" He says with a smile
"Of course." He pulls out three small vials of grey spices. "Eat at least 5 grams twice a day and the pain should fade. This should last you a month. After that, you'll start paying for my services."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(I'll send it over to you)
"what was it?"
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
*Georgie is a young human with messy brown hair, around ten years oldish (not entirely set)*
He looks over, emailing and waving
(Oki)
"Hmmm, a test of strength." He says simply
*emailing? Emailing who? Is it urgent?*
She gives a slight chuckle and goes back to her drawing
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)
(sent)
"was it successful?"
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
*smiling lol, thank you auto correct*
He hums, contonueing to play
He takes the vials of grey spice. He then opens one and puts it to his mouth, eating the entire vial in one go. He then closes it back as the pain fades slightly, although his flesh remains weak, waiting for the effects to truly kick in.
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.)
She adds the last touches, smudging the charcoal with her thumb
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
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