*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.
*oops, pardon me* She takes out a small notebook and begins sketching him, studying how the light reflects on his sword and armor.
Eventually he moves from his spot, going inside to grab a drink before coming back out with it, drinking it with his helm still on.
Frustratedly, she rubs a misplaced line of charcoal into oblivion with her thumb
He looks to the artist, watching them silently while drinking, not commenting on all of this. His eyes having a slight bit of enjoyment in them.
She startles when she notices him noticing her
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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)
Yuri wrings her hands, grumbling to herself. A day and a half of building a simple metal frame has somehow made her feel more tired than usual. She has an idea in mind for the cart that she wants to build but, now that she has a better idea of it, she is starting to doubt the energy source of solar will be enough for it.
"A feeling of darkness staining the area like poison."
Scott is standing in a field, staring up at the sky in a trance again. Butterflies crawl over his skin like parasites drinking his emotions like blood. He is dressed in his sleepwear but his feet are dirty, suggesting he's been here for a while. He grips the book in one hand, his nails digging into the leather cover.
"Suddenly... I'm running for my life."
William is sitting in his kitchen, on top of the counter much like a cat. He is flipping through his cookbook, thinking. Too many people have gotten a little too close for his liking, much like The Larry, Damian, and Detective Nash. It makes his skin itch that he might need to leave this all behind, but he refuses to be captured, he refuses to be persecuted. He taps his fingers across the book, his eyes closing.
Yuri wrings her hands, grumbling to herself. A day and a half of building a simple metal frame has somehow made her feel more tired than usual. She has an idea in mind for the cart that she wants to build but, now that she has a better idea of it, she is starting to doubt the energy source of solar will be enough for it.
"A feeling of darkness staining the area like poison."
Scott is standing in a field, staring up at the sky in a trance again. Butterflies crawl over his skin like parasites drinking his emotions like blood. He is dressed in his sleepwear but his feet are dirty, suggesting he's been here for a while. He grips the book in one hand, his nails digging into the leather cover.
"Suddenly... I'm running for my life."
William is sitting in his kitchen, on top of the counter much like a cat. He is flipping through his cookbook, thinking. Too many people have gotten a little too close for his liking, much like The Larry, Damian, and Detective Nash. It makes his skin itch that he might need to leave this all behind, but he refuses to be captured, he refuses to be persecuted. He taps his fingers across the book, his eyes closing.
Loriche is out foraging for firewood and sees Yuri’s contraption. She stares at it from a distance, very impressed.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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
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 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.
*oops, pardon me* She takes out a small notebook and begins sketching him, studying how the light reflects on his sword and armor.
Eventually he moves from his spot, going inside to grab a drink before coming back out with it, drinking it with his helm still on.
Frustratedly, she rubs a misplaced line of charcoal into oblivion with her thumb
He looks to the artist, watching them silently while drinking, not commenting on all of this. His eyes having a slight bit of enjoyment in them.
She startles when she notices him noticing her
In the voice of a hero he asks, “Are you drawing me? I’d prefer you tell me first.”
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
Yuri wrings her hands, grumbling to herself. A day and a half of building a simple metal frame has somehow made her feel more tired than usual. She has an idea in mind for the cart that she wants to build but, now that she has a better idea of it, she is starting to doubt the energy source of solar will be enough for it.
"A feeling of darkness staining the area like poison."
Scott is standing in a field, staring up at the sky in a trance again. Butterflies crawl over his skin like parasites drinking his emotions like blood. He is dressed in his sleepwear but his feet are dirty, suggesting he's been here for a while. He grips the book in one hand, his nails digging into the leather cover.
"Suddenly... I'm running for my life."
William is sitting in his kitchen, on top of the counter much like a cat. He is flipping through his cookbook, thinking. Too many people have gotten a little too close for his liking, much like The Larry, Damian, and Detective Nash. It makes his skin itch that he might need to leave this all behind, but he refuses to be captured, he refuses to be persecuted. He taps his fingers across the book, his eyes closing.
Loriche is out foraging for firewood and sees Yuri’s contraption. She stares at it from a distance, very impressed.
Yuri wrings her hands, grumbling to herself. A day and a half of building a simple metal frame has somehow made her feel more tired than usual. She has an idea in mind for the cart that she wants to build but, now that she has a better idea of it, she is starting to doubt the energy source of solar will be enough for it.
"A feeling of darkness staining the area like poison."
Scott is standing in a field, staring up at the sky in a trance again. Butterflies crawl over his skin like parasites drinking his emotions like blood. He is dressed in his sleepwear but his feet are dirty, suggesting he's been here for a while. He grips the book in one hand, his nails digging into the leather cover.
"Suddenly... I'm running for my life."
William is sitting in his kitchen, on top of the counter much like a cat. He is flipping through his cookbook, thinking. Too many people have gotten a little too close for his liking, much like The Larry, Damian, and Detective Nash. It makes his skin itch that he might need to leave this all behind, but he refuses to be captured, he refuses to be persecuted. He taps his fingers across the book, his eyes closing.
Cathan makes his slow approach, a cloud of spices around him driving any butterflies that get too close into a state of madness where they cannot detect him. "What's the matter, Scotty? We can't both be worthless hacks."
Felix walks in, blood running from his mouth. He begins to cook almost immediately.
Yuri wrings her hands, grumbling to herself. A day and a half of building a simple metal frame has somehow made her feel more tired than usual. She has an idea in mind for the cart that she wants to build but, now that she has a better idea of it, she is starting to doubt the energy source of solar will be enough for it.
"A feeling of darkness staining the area like poison."
Scott is standing in a field, staring up at the sky in a trance again. Butterflies crawl over his skin like parasites drinking his emotions like blood. He is dressed in his sleepwear but his feet are dirty, suggesting he's been here for a while. He grips the book in one hand, his nails digging into the leather cover.
"Suddenly... I'm running for my life."
William is sitting in his kitchen, on top of the counter much like a cat. He is flipping through his cookbook, thinking. Too many people have gotten a little too close for his liking, much like The Larry, Damian, and Detective Nash. It makes his skin itch that he might need to leave this all behind, but he refuses to be captured, he refuses to be persecuted. He taps his fingers across the book, his eyes closing.
Cathan makes his slow approach, a cloud of spices around him driving any butterflies that get too close into a state of madness where they cannot detect him. "What's the matter, Scotty? We can't both be worthless hacks."
Felix walks in, blood running from his mouth. He begins to cook almost immediately.
Scott blinks, his nervous eyes darting to Cathan. "Do I.. know you?" He asked, confused.
William looks over, immediately his hackles raising. He walks over and crouches down "Who or what did that?"
She startles when she notices him noticing her
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)
*gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood morning*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*morning mate*
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
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
*Hows it going?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Tired :(*
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
*Sorry to hear that man*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Loriche is out foraging for firewood and sees Yuri’s contraption. She stares at it from a distance, very impressed.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(morning)
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
*hey hey*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(how are you)
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
In the voice of a hero he asks, “Are you drawing me? I’d prefer you tell me first.”
*alright, you?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(tired. just woke up)
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
Yuri paces back and forth, thinking
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
Cathan makes his slow approach, a cloud of spices around him driving any butterflies that get too close into a state of madness where they cannot detect him. "What's the matter, Scotty? We can't both be worthless hacks."
Felix walks in, blood running from his mouth. He begins to cook almost immediately.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Anybody here who wants to rp?*
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.)
*[The does a wee little dance.]*
*I get to go to a political rally today.*
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
Scott blinks, his nervous eyes darting to Cathan. "Do I.. know you?" He asked, confused.
William looks over, immediately his hackles raising. He walks over and crouches down "Who or what did that?"
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
*Sure :]*
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