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'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)
Loriche is forging chain nets with an alloy of silver and the questionable steel she was given.
A clockwork cat walks up to Caramel
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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
“I’m not deprecating myself. I’m just saying you can never predict how someone’ll respond!”
“Oh. That sounds… cool. How does it work?”
“I’m pretty good at predicting things, and if I’m right, I want an apology.” He turns to the tailor and apologizes before leading them both out.
He transforms into his Chainsaw man form, his chainsaw on his head spinning “HaHaHa!”
“Okay. Thank you.” He sighs. “…just wait ‘til I’ve proposed, okay? It would make me feel a lot more comfortable with this whole arrangement. I know he’ll say yes, but if he says no and I’m left with all these plans and possessions with nothing to show for them, it’d be even more soul-crushing.”
“Ah, I see. We’re dealing with entirely separate definitions of devil here. For you, a devil is just a powerful supernatural being that embodies some kind of fear, I presume?”
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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.
Where the Red Plate had once been, it is now up in flames. Any evidence, burnt to a crisp. Ash fills the air like snow. William seems to be long gone, no evidence of him anywhere. Disappeared like a ghost.
Stroth is asleep in a sofa in the tavern, snoring. She is still dressed in the dress she had been wearing. She wakes herself up with her snoring, blinking groggily.
Scott is having a really bad hallucination, thinking his wife was dead in front of him.
“I’m not deprecating myself. I’m just saying you can never predict how someone’ll respond!”
“Oh. That sounds… cool. How does it work?”
“I’m pretty good at predicting things, and if I’m right, I want an apology.” He turns to the tailor and apologizes before leading them both out.
He transforms into his Chainsaw man form, his chainsaw on his head spinning “HaHaHa!”
“Okay. Thank you.” He sighs. “…just wait ‘til I’ve proposed, okay? It would make me feel a lot more comfortable with this whole arrangement. I know he’ll say yes, but if he says no and I’m left with all these plans and possessions with nothing to show for them, it’d be even more soul-crushing.”
“Ah, I see. We’re dealing with entirely separate definitions of devil here. For you, a devil is just a powerful supernatural being that embodies some kind of fear, I presume?”
“Hey don’t worry about it man, there’s no chance he’ll say no.” He mutters something about blowing him up if he does before saying “Even if he does, you’ll have your good friend Damian here to help you. No matter what.”
He continues to cackle before saying “I don’t know that [gp] I am!” He’s obviously incredibly insane.
Loriche is forging chain nets with an alloy of silver and the questionable steel she was given.
A clockwork cat walks up to Caramel
She examines it curiously, as does Thirteen.
It nuzzles Thirteen
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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
Where the Red Plate had once been, it is now up in flames. Any evidence, burnt to a crisp. Ash fills the air like snow. William seems to be long gone, no evidence of him anywhere. Disappeared like a ghost.
Stroth is asleep in a sofa in the tavern, snoring. She is still dressed in the dress she had been wearing. She wakes herself up with her snoring, blinking groggily.
Scott is having a really bad hallucination, thinking his wife was dead in front of him.
Riotan is sitting next to Stroth, holding a glass of water for her.
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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.
Where the Red Plate had once been, it is now up in flames. Any evidence, burnt to a crisp. Ash fills the air like snow. William seems to be long gone, no evidence of him anywhere. Disappeared like a ghost.
Stroth is asleep in a sofa in the tavern, snoring. She is still dressed in the dress she had been wearing. She wakes herself up with her snoring, blinking groggily.
Scott is having a really bad hallucination, thinking his wife was dead in front of him.
Riotan is sitting next to Stroth, holding a glass of water for her.
Not even bothering to raise her head, she drinks it from his hand. She grumbles, a headache ripping through her skull.
“I’m not deprecating myself. I’m just saying you can never predict how someone’ll respond!”
“Oh. That sounds… cool. How does it work?”
“I’m pretty good at predicting things, and if I’m right, I want an apology.” He turns to the tailor and apologizes before leading them both out.
He transforms into his Chainsaw man form, his chainsaw on his head spinning “HaHaHa!”
“Okay. Thank you.” He sighs. “…just wait ‘til I’ve proposed, okay? It would make me feel a lot more comfortable with this whole arrangement. I know he’ll say yes, but if he says no and I’m left with all these plans and possessions with nothing to show for them, it’d be even more soul-crushing.”
“Ah, I see. We’re dealing with entirely separate definitions of devil here. For you, a devil is just a powerful supernatural being that embodies some kind of fear, I presume?”
“Hey don’t worry about it man, there’s no chance he’ll say no.” He mutters something about blowing him up if he does before saying “Even if he does, you’ll have your good friend Damian here to help you. No matter what.”
He continues to cackle before saying “I don’t know that [gp] I am!” He’s obviously incredibly insane.
“Thanks for saying that. And thanks for trying to help so aggressively.”
“…you know what, I’m good. You should just enjoy the power you have. I’m out.” Riotan backs away and exits the shack.
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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.
Where the Red Plate had once been, it is now up in flames. Any evidence, burnt to a crisp. Ash fills the air like snow. William seems to be long gone, no evidence of him anywhere. Disappeared like a ghost.
Stroth is asleep in a sofa in the tavern, snoring. She is still dressed in the dress she had been wearing. She wakes herself up with her snoring, blinking groggily.
Scott is having a really bad hallucination, thinking his wife was dead in front of him.
Riotan is sitting next to Stroth, holding a glass of water for her.
Not even bothering to raise her head, she drinks it from his hand. She grumbles, a headache ripping through her skull.
“Feeling any better?” He asks her quietly.
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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.
Where the Red Plate had once been, it is now up in flames. Any evidence, burnt to a crisp. Ash fills the air like snow. William seems to be long gone, no evidence of him anywhere. Disappeared like a ghost.
Stroth is asleep in a sofa in the tavern, snoring. She is still dressed in the dress she had been wearing. She wakes herself up with her snoring, blinking groggily.
Scott is having a really bad hallucination, thinking his wife was dead in front of him.
Riotan is sitting next to Stroth, holding a glass of water for her.
Not even bothering to raise her head, she drinks it from his hand. She grumbles, a headache ripping through her skull.
“Feeling any better?” He asks her quietly.
"Noooooooo." She sticks out her only black tongue "I feel as if someone curb stomped my brain."
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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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*I do!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(who do you have)
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’m pretty good at predicting things, and if I’m right, I want an apology.” He turns to the tailor and apologizes before leading them both out.
He transforms into his Chainsaw man form, his chainsaw on his head spinning “HaHaHa!”
*i made a new thred*
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)
Thirteen is playing with Caramel.
The Larry is reviewing their case files.
Loriche is forging chain nets with an alloy of silver and the questionable steel she was given.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A clockwork cat walks up to Caramel
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
They see Felix in the tavern, playing with William's gutting knife while looking pretty depressed.
*Edit: Misgendered the Larry*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Okay. Thank you.” He sighs. “…just wait ‘til I’ve proposed, okay? It would make me feel a lot more comfortable with this whole arrangement. I know he’ll say yes, but if he says no and I’m left with all these plans and possessions with nothing to show for them, it’d be even more soul-crushing.”
“Ah, I see. We’re dealing with entirely separate definitions of devil here. For you, a devil is just a powerful supernatural being that embodies some kind of fear, I presume?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I don’t think they mind. At least some of them is male, in any case*
Larry stands and moves to a closer seat, not establishing a telepathic bond yet.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She examines it curiously, as does Thirteen.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Where the Red Plate had once been, it is now up in flames. Any evidence, burnt to a crisp. Ash fills the air like snow. William seems to be long gone, no evidence of him anywhere. Disappeared like a ghost.
Stroth is asleep in a sofa in the tavern, snoring. She is still dressed in the dress she had been wearing. She wakes herself up with her snoring, blinking groggily.
Scott is having a really bad hallucination, thinking his wife was dead in front of 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
“Hey don’t worry about it man, there’s no chance he’ll say no.” He mutters something about blowing him up if he does before saying “Even if he does, you’ll have your good friend Damian here to help you. No matter what.”
He continues to cackle before saying “I don’t know that [gp] I am!” He’s obviously incredibly insane.
It nuzzles Thirteen
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
Riotan is sitting next to Stroth, holding a glass of water for her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Not even bothering to raise her head, she drinks it from his hand. She grumbles, a headache ripping through her skull.
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
“Thanks for saying that. And thanks for trying to help so aggressively.”
“…you know what, I’m good. You should just enjoy the power you have. I’m out.” Riotan backs away and exits the shack.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
If their passive perception is 25 or above, they can sense a mycelium cloud around Felix, tasting and feeling the Larry from quite a distance.
"He's gone now." He sniffs. "There's nothing left."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Well, what are you doing here?” Thirteen chuckles, while Caramel brushes her tail against the clockwork cat.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Feeling any better?” He asks her quietly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Noooooooo." She sticks out her only black tongue "I feel as if someone curb stomped my brain."
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