*oops* "That's messed up. Not you, but that you've learnt to expect violence"
"I've never known anything else.."
"Well that's something I can help with, then. When I was younger, my parents adopted someone like you. I know my way through this song and dance, you know?"
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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)
*Rag,Benimaru,Damian,Grove, and the occasional other.*
Rag feels the wind brushing past him, shaking the leaves. A woman with braided hair and coffee colored skin is sitting on a tree branches, sharpening her nails. She is over 7 ft in height and wears a one-shouldered kimono.
He looks down on them, over twice their height. He kneels down as to look them in the eyes easier, his hand on one knee, his tanned alabaster skin shining bright like the divine above “Hello. Are you a ninja like Jin? Or are you something else, if I’m assuming I apologize.”
"Yokai actually. An idea. A spirit." She explains, looking up, her blue eyes meeting his.
“Oh, a spirit. Interesting. You are taller than most, nice to meet you, I’m Ragnerious.” His bright red eyes glowing brightly.
She smiles and bows her head, taking his hand and kissing the back of it. "A pleasure to meet you as well." She said.
He smile just as brightly, his hands as warm as almost an inferno, not enough to burn, but definitely hot. He stands up and bows back.
She smiles back and sits back in the tree
He sits cross legged on the ground, still able to look over most of the trees, his scales making the ground around him magma.
She tilts her head, watching this "Fire spirit?" She questions.
He shakes his head “No, I am not a spirit at all, simply a hybrid. Dragon hybrid as a matter of fact.”
She smirks "Well you would do well if you were. The hierarchy would love you." She said.
“If I know who the hierarchy was I would appreciate that more than I do now, but I am thankful for being loved, no matter the reason.” He says, beginning to sharpen his large axe.
"Perhaps they've recognized that you are safe to interact with. A friend, of sorts. I wish they had the same response to me. I never considered breaking the quarantine."
"Looks like you've bagged a good meal. And a nice bounty."
“You should. These are still people, regardless of the pain they may cause you or the fear you feel of them. They are just as afraid.”
“They thought they could run, they were wrong.” Blood drips down his face.
"I see. I assumed their faculties had been destroyed. But I guess that is no reason to be unkind. I will broaden my focus."
"Shame. Perhaps they weren't thinking at all."
He stands up from the infected, placing his mask back onto his face, staring into the middle distance pensively, perhaps remembering something long forgotten.
“Perhaps they weren’t. Doesn’t matter now.” He puts his mask back on “Need help with this?”
“Oh? Really now, you don’t even know my name yet.” She says, another light smirk under her hat.
"And you don't know mine. Yet, here I sit, drinking and in your lap"
She chuckles softly, “That is true I suppose, are you enjoying your treat?”
"Quite so, actually." He says with a beaming smile "My name is Jax Finnigan. Jax, or Finn, works just as fine"
She has a shining, although slight smirk “That is good, you have a beautiful name Jax. I am Marie, don’t worry about my last name.”
"Ahh, I suppose you'll tell me when I am to take it, yes?" he says chuckling. He leans into her a bit more, sighing.
“Someone is thinking quite far ahead aren’t they?” They begin to drink their own, slowly and savoring every sip “Although it may not be wrong.”
He finishes the rest of the mug and puts it on the table, sighing. "Sorry, I get attached easy.."
They put one hand to their lips, laughing softly “Oh don’t worry, you have the right to be a bit flirty, you’re sitting in my lap after all.” She then puts to fingers on their forehead, leaving a kiss mark there.
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*bleh... My head feels stuffed up.*
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 know what they say: Fleas, bees, cheese, knees, and please!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*[hugs] thats no good, need water?*
*Who is this 'they'*
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
*Nah, I'm just going to head to bed.*
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.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*t e x z a s*
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
*Where the stars are big and bright*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I am going to shove soul ranchers down your brains metaphorically gob tomorrow.*
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
*Oi noi*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*m i n n e z o t a*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*also hey guys i’m back*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Skrunkleboi*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*this is an accurate observation*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well that's something I can help with, then. When I was younger, my parents adopted someone like you. I know my way through this song and dance, you know?"
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)
“If I know who the hierarchy was I would appreciate that more than I do now, but I am thankful for being loved, no matter the reason.” He says, beginning to sharpen his large axe.
He stands up from the infected, placing his mask back onto his face, staring into the middle distance pensively, perhaps remembering something long forgotten.
“Perhaps they weren’t. Doesn’t matter now.” He puts his mask back on “Need help with this?”
They put one hand to their lips, laughing softly “Oh don’t worry, you have the right to be a bit flirty, you’re sitting in my lap after all.” She then puts to fingers on their forehead, leaving a kiss mark there.