(Isaac and i'll be introing someone today if I have the time)
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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
A strange man in a fine doublet seems to be watching the harpies work. His hair is black and feathery, and he wears the most extravagant pair of ebony earrings set in silver.
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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)
*Hey I’m back for a bit everybody, does anyone want to rp or something? Also Baalze, jsyk Gon and Felix are officially friends, so if Felix were to get hurt or die, someone would have to deal with Adult Gon.*
*Hey I’m back for a bit everybody, does anyone want to rp or something? Also Baalze, jsyk Gon and Felix are officially friends, so if Felix were to get hurt or die, someone would have to deal with Adult Gon.*
*Very nice. I thought it would be a lot harder than that, given that the kid is a psycho.*
(Isaac and i'll be introing someone today if I have the time)
*Hmmm... Felix isn't very good with machines, so what could he be doing when Isaac finds him? Or perhaps the other way around?*
(felix is a cook right?)
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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
Omori is slowly staggering away from the warehouse, viscous black blood trailing behind her from the wound in her shoulder. Sometimes she briefly shifts back to her more fluid form, as if struggling to keep their humanoid appearance together.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Omori is slowly staggering away from the warehouse, viscous black blood trailing behind her from the wound in her shoulder. Sometimes she briefly shifts back to her more fluid form, as if struggling to keep their humanoid appearance together.
*oo i like this*
A strange man in a fine doublet materializes in front of her. His hair is black and feathery, and he wears the most extravagant pair of ebony earrings set in silver.
"Now what do we have here?"
*Say hello to Antando the Alterer, lord of the harpies*
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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)
*Hey I’m back for a bit everybody, does anyone want to rp or something? Also Baalze, jsyk Gon and Felix are officially friends, so if Felix were to get hurt or die, someone would have to deal with Adult Gon.*
*Very nice. I thought it would be a lot harder than that, given that the kid is a psycho.*
*Thats the thing, easy lasting friendship is his whole deal. His best friend is an assassin after all. Also Felix is helping him find his dad so.*
Mauric has been planning things out with Nick for the past few days about their wedding. This is the happiest he has ever felt in his life.
Riotan is thinking up the most horrible ways possible to torture Felix.
They would see Damian wandering nearby, his eyes look more tired than ever, huge bags on them.
They see Ragnerious watching them silently, one hand on his axe like he knows what Riotan’s thinking.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” He asks, walking over to Damian.
Riotan ignores him, but stops dwelling on appalling violence just in case. He instead starts thinking about the 700 years he spent trapped in Threksos’s tomb.
He rubs his eyes and looks up from the ground to Mauric, his voice as tired as his eyes “Hey man, it’s going amazing.”
When he looks away from Rag he vanishes, the air fills with an unsteady silence, and then he feels a presence beside him. Rag sits down next to Riotan, looking into his eyes silently.
“You sure? I know it’s gotta be stressful to be juggling all of this.” He says comfortingly.
“Hey big guy.” He says exasperatedly. “You gonna spy on me for that furry or something?”
“It’s fine, I’ve only gotten two hours of sleep but I’m fine. Everything is fine.” He says it more to himself rather than Mauric.
He sighs “I was going to kill you actually, turn you into a stain.” He says “But that seems like a waste of time.”
“If you need, I can help Saphuno in your place. You need rest, man.”
“I’d like to see you try.” He snorts. “Not actually, but… you know.”
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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.
Omori is slowly staggering away from the warehouse, viscous black blood trailing behind her from the wound in her shoulder. Sometimes she briefly shifts back to her more fluid form, as if struggling to keep their humanoid appearance together.
Isaac runs over to her "do you need a bandage?"
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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
Omori is slowly staggering away from the warehouse, viscous black blood trailing behind her from the wound in her shoulder. Sometimes she briefly shifts back to her more fluid form, as if struggling to keep their humanoid appearance together.
Isaac runs over to her "do you need a bandage?"
"...Yeah, that'd be nice. Thank you." For a moment she reverts to pure shadow, all of her eyes visible.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Omori is slowly staggering away from the warehouse, viscous black blood trailing behind her from the wound in her shoulder. Sometimes she briefly shifts back to her more fluid form, as if struggling to keep their humanoid appearance together.
Isaac runs over to her "do you need a bandage?"
"...Yeah, that'd be nice. Thank you." For a moment she reverts to pure shadow, all of her eyes visible.
He pulls out a rag and some tape "this is the best I can do for now"
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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
Mauric has been planning things out with Nick for the past few days about their wedding. This is the happiest he has ever felt in his life.
Riotan is thinking up the most horrible ways possible to torture Felix.
They would see Damian wandering nearby, his eyes look more tired than ever, huge bags on them.
They see Ragnerious watching them silently, one hand on his axe like he knows what Riotan’s thinking.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” He asks, walking over to Damian.
Riotan ignores him, but stops dwelling on appalling violence just in case. He instead starts thinking about the 700 years he spent trapped in Threksos’s tomb.
He rubs his eyes and looks up from the ground to Mauric, his voice as tired as his eyes “Hey man, it’s going amazing.”
When he looks away from Rag he vanishes, the air fills with an unsteady silence, and then he feels a presence beside him. Rag sits down next to Riotan, looking into his eyes silently.
“You sure? I know it’s gotta be stressful to be juggling all of this.” He says comfortingly.
“Hey big guy.” He says exasperatedly. “You gonna spy on me for that furry or something?”
“It’s fine, I’ve only gotten two hours of sleep but I’m fine. Everything is fine.” He says it more to himself rather than Mauric.
He sighs “I was going to kill you actually, turn you into a stain.” He says “But that seems like a waste of time.”
“If you need, I can help Saphuno in your place. You need rest, man.”
“I’d like to see you try.” He snorts. “Not actually, but… you know.”
“No no no. I’ll be fine, it’s just a few more days, I almost have everything ready. I’ll finish inviting people and then I’ll get catering, I’ll get the venue day, the decorations. Not that much.” He’s rubbing his temples.
“Oh I’ve fought devils before, archdevils and gods, I doubt you’re any stronger.” He says looking into the distance.
Omori is slowly staggering away from the warehouse, viscous black blood trailing behind her from the wound in her shoulder. Sometimes she briefly shifts back to her more fluid form, as if struggling to keep their humanoid appearance together.
*oo i like this*
A strange man in a fine doublet materializes in front of her. His hair is black and feathery, and he wears the most extravagant pair of ebony earrings set in silver.
"Now what do we have here?"
*Say hello to Antando the Alterer, lord of the harpies*
She looks up at them, intrigued but also visibly pained. "Hey there. I'm just trying to find help for... well," She removes her hand from her shoulder, showing a still-bleeding wound.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Omori is slowly staggering away from the warehouse, viscous black blood trailing behind her from the wound in her shoulder. Sometimes she briefly shifts back to her more fluid form, as if struggling to keep their humanoid appearance together.
*oo i like this*
A strange man in a fine doublet materializes in front of her. His hair is black and feathery, and he wears the most extravagant pair of ebony earrings set in silver.
"Now what do we have here?"
*Say hello to Antando the Alterer, lord of the harpies*
She looks up at them, intrigued but also visibly pained. "Hey there. I'm just trying to find help for... well," She removes her hand from her shoulder, showing a still-bleeding wound.
"Ah. That's quite a nasty one." he places his hand on the wound, and a strange, warm, cold, shadowy light covers his hand and slowly closes the wound
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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)
Omori is slowly staggering away from the warehouse, viscous black blood trailing behind her from the wound in her shoulder. Sometimes she briefly shifts back to her more fluid form, as if struggling to keep their humanoid appearance together.
Isaac runs over to her "do you need a bandage?"
"...Yeah, that'd be nice. Thank you." For a moment she reverts to pure shadow, all of her eyes visible.
He pulls out a rag and some tape "this is the best I can do for now"
"Thanks." She seems to concentrate, focusing on retaining her humanoid shape long enough for the makeshift bandage to be applied.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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(Isaac and i'll be introing someone today if I have the time)
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
hello my friends! rp?
A strange man in a fine doublet seems to be watching the harpies work. His hair is black and feathery, and he wears the most extravagant pair of ebony earrings set in silver.
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)
*Hey I’m back for a bit everybody, does anyone want to rp or something? Also Baalze, jsyk Gon and Felix are officially friends, so if Felix were to get hurt or die, someone would have to deal with Adult Gon.*
*Hmmm... Felix isn't very good with machines, so what could he be doing when Isaac finds him? Or perhaps the other way around?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Very nice. I thought it would be a lot harder than that, given that the kid is a psycho.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(felix is a cook right?)
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
Omori is slowly staggering away from the warehouse, viscous black blood trailing behind her from the wound in her shoulder. Sometimes she briefly shifts back to her more fluid form, as if struggling to keep their humanoid appearance together.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Yup! And a monster hunter, cleric, vocalist, and former head bathhouse/hotel/restaurant manager.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*oo i like this*
A strange man in a fine doublet materializes in front of her. His hair is black and feathery, and he wears the most extravagant pair of ebony earrings set in silver.
"Now what do we have here?"
*Say hello to Antando the Alterer, lord of the harpies*
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)
*Thats the thing, easy lasting friendship is his whole deal. His best friend is an assassin after all. Also Felix is helping him find his dad so.*
*Huh. I never actually watched Hunter x Hunter, even though I've tried to a couple of times.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Isaac runs over to her "do you need a bandage?"
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
"...Yeah, that'd be nice. Thank you." For a moment she reverts to pure shadow, all of her eyes visible.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He pulls out a rag and some tape "this is the best I can do for now"
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 no. I’ll be fine, it’s just a few more days, I almost have everything ready. I’ll finish inviting people and then I’ll get catering, I’ll get the venue day, the decorations. Not that much.” He’s rubbing his temples.
“Oh I’ve fought devils before, archdevils and gods, I doubt you’re any stronger.” He says looking into the distance.
*You need to finish it, it’s so good man. It only gets better with time. Anyway, wanna rp?*
She looks up at them, intrigued but also visibly pained. "Hey there. I'm just trying to find help for... well," She removes her hand from her shoulder, showing a still-bleeding wound.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Ah. That's quite a nasty one." he places his hand on the wound, and a strange, warm, cold, shadowy light covers his hand and slowly closes the wound
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)
"Thanks." She seems to concentrate, focusing on retaining her humanoid shape long enough for the makeshift bandage to be applied.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)