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
"No. No, that won't do. I can do anything. I can make my desires reality with a word or gesture. I could have my legs back in an instant. My wheelchair is not my disability. It's my mindset. I know in my head that I need to do something, to care about something... but I'm scared I'll lose it all again. Candy is safe. Darkness is safe."
"Is it safe because it is a comfort zone?" He asks, tilting his head "A place of safety amongst the real darkness?"
"If I close my eyes, and dream hard enough... when it's really dark, and I don't hear anything... I can almost feel something again. I can almost feel the fear. The fear of being so, so alone. If I tried, I'm sure that fear could wake me up, motivate me. Clear my stupor."
"No. No, that won't do. I can do anything. I can make my desires reality with a word or gesture. I could have my legs back in an instant. My wheelchair is not my disability. It's my mindset. I know in my head that I need to do something, to care about something... but I'm scared I'll lose it all again. Candy is safe. Darkness is safe."
"Is it safe because it is a comfort zone?" He asks, tilting his head "A place of safety amongst the real darkness?"
"If I close my eyes, and dream hard enough... when it's really dark, and I don't hear anything... I can almost feel something again. I can almost feel the fear. The fear of being so, so alone. If I tried, I'm sure that fear could wake me up, motivate me. Clear my stupor."
Krist smiles sympathetically "My friend, you may be older than me by eons but fear is not something someone should live in." He explained.
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
"If I close my eyes, and dream hard enough... when it's really dark, and I don't hear anything... I can almost feel something again. I can almost feel the fear. The fear of being so, so alone. If I tried, I'm sure that fear could wake me up, motivate me. Clear my stupor."
Krist smiles sympathetically "My friend, you may be older than me by eons but fear is not something someone should live in." He explained.
"But I don't want to feel the chaos that used to drive me. The madness that craved mischief and whimsy. It can hurt someone. It's safer to stay afraid." He huddles into a ball. "My wife loved my madness, but I alienated people. Made them upset. I never meant to make them hurt, but I did."
*sorry, spaced out* Sketching what she sees from a table
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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)
Isaac is sitting on the rooftop having a granola bar
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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
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
"Thank you. I try." He sighs. "I'm sorry about your son. I know what it's like to lose someone close to you... I could have avoided loss my entire life, but I chose to love. You did too. Do you regret your choice, Rag?"
He leans back, putting his hands in his lap, flames leaking out of his mouth before he said “I would never regret my choice, I would never be the man I am today if I didn’t choose to love. I’d rather die then stop loving, because I know it makes everyone better, not just me.”
"I've been counting how many people said that. Most do. Sometimes I think I must be mad to not enjoy what I have. I have my voice, my mind, my chair, my work... I live and breathe, but I don't thrive anymore. I don't love or hate, hurt or need. I just... am."
“Survival is something you are thankful for, but thriving is something you yearn for. I understand that more than you know, although I am far younger than you, a simply 48 years old.”
"If I close my eyes, and dream hard enough... when it's really dark, and I don't hear anything... I can almost feel something again. I can almost feel the fear. The fear of being so, so alone. If I tried, I'm sure that fear could wake me up, motivate me. Clear my stupor."
Krist smiles sympathetically "My friend, you may be older than me by eons but fear is not something someone should live in." He explained.
"But I don't want to feel the chaos that used to drive me. The madness that craved mischief and whimsy. It can hurt someone. It's safer to stay afraid." He huddles into a ball. "My wife loved my madness, but I alienated people. Made them upset. I never meant to make them hurt, but I did."
Krist lays a hand on their shoulder "Everyone has their own feelings on madness, on happiness, on so many ideas. You cannot control how others see you but that shouldn't matter in the slightest." He says and then laughs lightly "I am so sorry for how stupid that sounds but it is simply how I feel.."
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)
*Idea of the day: a Gomez Addams kinda character that owns an antique shop.*
*I love it*
*I see it being an entity from a space between Shadowfell and the Primordial Plane of Earth. Like an ancient creature or something like an old god from before time and space. I see its form being a mechanical being made of old tools, plates of metal, random screws, etc with stabilized magnetic energy at its core holding it together. It collects antiques from different realms and universes because it likes shiny things.*
"I've been counting how many people said that. Most do. Sometimes I think I must be mad to not enjoy what I have. I have my voice, my mind, my chair, my work... I live and breathe, but I don't thrive anymore. I don't love or hate, hurt or need. I just... am."
“Survival is something you are thankful for, but thriving is something you yearn for. I understand that more than you know, although I am far younger than you, a simply 48 years old.”
"48 years is nothing to sneeze at. Throughout most of history, you would be considered elderly. You seem very wise for your age regardless." Rag can hear him working on something under his shade.
"But I don't want to feel the chaos that used to drive me. The madness that craved mischief and whimsy. It can hurt someone. It's safer to stay afraid." He huddles into a ball. "My wife loved my madness, but I alienated people. Made them upset. I never meant to make them hurt, but I did."
Krist lays a hand on their shoulder "Everyone has their own feelings on madness, on happiness, on so many ideas. You cannot control how others see you but that shouldn't matter in the slightest." He says and then laughs lightly "I am so sorry for how stupid that sounds but it is simply how I feel.."
"..." The wheelchair turns and begins to drive toward town, then stops. "I forgot what I was going to do, but I had an idea for a second. I haven't had an idea in centuries. I think it involved loads of glitter. Possibly maple syrup, but those don't go together, so it's one or the other."
*Idea of the day: a Gomez Addams kinda character that owns an antique shop.*
*I love it*
*I see it being an entity from a space between Shadowfell and the Primordial Plane of Earth. Like an ancient creature or something like an old god from before time and space. I see its form being a mechanical being made of old tools, plates of metal, random screws, etc with stabilized magnetic energy at its core holding it together. It collects antiques from different realms and universes because it likes shiny things.*
"But I don't want to feel the chaos that used to drive me. The madness that craved mischief and whimsy. It can hurt someone. It's safer to stay afraid." He huddles into a ball. "My wife loved my madness, but I alienated people. Made them upset. I never meant to make them hurt, but I did."
Krist lays a hand on their shoulder "Everyone has their own feelings on madness, on happiness, on so many ideas. You cannot control how others see you but that shouldn't matter in the slightest." He says and then laughs lightly "I am so sorry for how stupid that sounds but it is simply how I feel.."
"..." The wheelchair turns and begins to drive toward town, then stops. "I forgot what I was going to do, but I had an idea for a second. I haven't had an idea in centuries. I think it involved loads of glitter. Possibly maple syrup, but those don't go together, so it's one or the other."
Krist sighs and stands up, placing his hands in his coat pockets, and pulling out a tube of silvery glitter. He hands it to him.
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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
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(okay. what are they doing?)
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
"If I close my eyes, and dream hard enough... when it's really dark, and I don't hear anything... I can almost feel something again. I can almost feel the fear. The fear of being so, so alone. If I tried, I'm sure that fear could wake me up, motivate me. Clear my stupor."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Krist smiles sympathetically "My friend, you may be older than me by eons but fear is not something someone should live in." He explained.
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
*Idea of the day: a Gomez Addams kinda character that owns an antique shop.*
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
(you want to rp wendigo?)
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
"But I don't want to feel the chaos that used to drive me. The madness that craved mischief and whimsy. It can hurt someone. It's safer to stay afraid." He huddles into a ball. "My wife loved my madness, but I alienated people. Made them upset. I never meant to make them hurt, but I did."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I love it*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*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
*sorry, spaced out*
Sketching what she sees from a table
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)
Isaac is sitting on the rooftop having a granola bar
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
(brb. need to get home)
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
“Survival is something you are thankful for, but thriving is something you yearn for. I understand that more than you know, although I am far younger than you, a simply 48 years old.”
Krist lays a hand on their shoulder "Everyone has their own feelings on madness, on happiness, on so many ideas. You cannot control how others see you but that shouldn't matter in the slightest." He says and then laughs lightly "I am so sorry for how stupid that sounds but it is simply how I feel.."
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
Xan hovers over them
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
helo
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 see it being an entity from a space between Shadowfell and the Primordial Plane of Earth. Like an ancient creature or something like an old god from before time and space. I see its form being a mechanical being made of old tools, plates of metal, random screws, etc with stabilized magnetic energy at its core holding it together. It collects antiques from different realms and universes because it likes shiny things.*
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
"48 years is nothing to sneeze at. Throughout most of history, you would be considered elderly. You seem very wise for your age regardless." Rag can hear him working on something under his shade.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"..." The wheelchair turns and begins to drive toward town, then stops. "I forgot what I was going to do, but I had an idea for a second. I haven't had an idea in centuries. I think it involved loads of glitter. Possibly maple syrup, but those don't go together, so it's one or the other."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Name him Zanzigoyle*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Krist sighs and stands up, placing his hands in his coat pockets, and pulling out a tube of silvery glitter. He hands it to him.
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