"That's not how I would do it. Actually, I can't say that, I doubt I've met someone as special as Nick is to you. But I've got some... less cheerful news. William wants nothing to do with me anymore, so I don't think he'll judge our competition. With everything going on, we may have to cancel outright, which..." He takes a deep breath. "...does not make me furious, as I have been working through it for a while now so that I would be able to tell you without screaming."
"I see. I was just thinking, some of those traps looked pretty lethal, but I guess I was thinking from a hunter's perspective. It's good to be merciful. I've never been that type, unfortunately. I try every day, and I love and forgive whoever I can, but people are people I guess. I can't expect them to be perfect. I just wish I accepted betrayal and abandonment with less frustration."
Mauric looks concerned. “I’m sorry to hear that. I don’t think that’d be a reason to cancel, though. I’m sure there’s all kinds of connoisseurs and gourmets around here. We just have to keep looking!” *cough cough SYTOSC cough cough*
“You’re still talking about monsters, right?” She asks, lying down on a small creeper and rolling under the siege engine to fix the wheel system.
Felix begins to think. "Well, there is a new baker in town. I think his name was Teddy. Maybe we could talk to him. But then again, bakers often have tongues stained by bakehouse smoke." *I don't want to be responsible, even though it would be incredibly easy.*
"Both literal and metaphorical, yes." He stands by to hand her tools. "I'm Felix, by the way.”
*:(*
“I think it’d still work. Anyone can appreciate good flavors, regardless of personal preference.”
Felix begins to think. "Well, there is a new baker in town. I think his name was Teddy. Maybe we could talk to him. But then again, bakers often have tongues stained by bakehouse smoke." *I don't want to be responsible, even though it would be incredibly easy.*
"Both literal and metaphorical, yes." He stands by to hand her tools. "I'm Felix, by the way."
*:(*
“I think it’d still work. Anyone can appreciate good flavors, regardless of personal preference.”
“Loriche va Bental. Thanks for helping.”
*I could do it if you need me too*
"You're right. Would it be cheating if I tailored my dish to his particular tastes?"
"That's a beautiful name." He thinks for a minute, handing them whatever tools they need. "Do you ever... dream of a better world?"
*If anyone would like to RP: here art mine characters.*
A large white bipedal dog-like creature has entered the tavern. His fur is extremely fluffy, like a cloud. His bat-like ears stand tall, constantly swiveling around to listen. His tongue lolls out of his mouth at all time, drooling slightly on his fur. He wears leather armor and carries a giant great axe made of black metal. He has a number of beaded jewelry items on his person, two bracelets, a necklace, and an anklet. He is currently scarfing down a whole meal that is meant for ten people while sitting at one of the booths.
René is sharpening his dagger, grumbling about how noisy the tavern is. He doesn't have his mask on for once, his short salt and pepper hair brushed back. He still wears his blue suit with the royal sigil on the front however.
Ichigo is also scarfing down a meal, sitting in the back of the tavern as to not disturb anyone. His cat sits on the table, lapping at a bowl of milk contently.
Scott is having a minor panic attack, trying to open his lighter to light a cigarette but fails every time. He sits on the roof of the tavern, trying to at least calm his breathing.
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'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)
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
*Eh, a bit tired. I am writing more about Scott because I really do like him as a character.*
(haven't had much time to do writing myself)
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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
*Eh, a bit tired. I am writing more about Scott because I really do like him as a character.*
(haven't had much time to do writing myself)
*It's always good to write a little a day :)*
(you want to rp? also can you check your pms)
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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
*well, I just had the universes most bi polar Rollercoaster of a morning
*Oh no, are you okay? :(*
*basically, I woke up late so I had to scramble to get ready to leave, then my dad was like 'hey have you seem the cat?' Who apparently has been missing for eniugh time for them to think she somehow got into my locked room while I was sleeping*
*and I start to panic when it turns out they can't even find her and she's potentially been outside for a while. Cause we basically raised this kitten from birth*
*and I'm legit the only one who seems to care. And then I go to the bathroom, and I'm super worried that she's hurt or dead, and then they're just like 'oh hey, we found her, she was hiding.'*
*somehow the little gremlin disdapeared well eniugh within our house to make them think she escaped*
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“Is Harmonia alright?”
“Mind if I try one?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He nods. "Yeah.."
"Go ahead!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*:(*
“I think it’d still work. Anyone can appreciate good flavors, regardless of personal preference.”
“Loriche va Bental. Thanks for helping.”
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 could do it if you need me too*
"You're right. Would it be cheating if I tailored my dish to his particular tastes?"
"That's a beautiful name." He thinks for a minute, handing them whatever tools they need. "Do you ever... dream of a better world?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*If anyone would like to RP: here art mine characters.*
A large white bipedal dog-like creature has entered the tavern. His fur is extremely fluffy, like a cloud. His bat-like ears stand tall, constantly swiveling around to listen. His tongue lolls out of his mouth at all time, drooling slightly on his fur. He wears leather armor and carries a giant great axe made of black metal. He has a number of beaded jewelry items on his person, two bracelets, a necklace, and an anklet. He is currently scarfing down a whole meal that is meant for ten people while sitting at one of the booths.
René is sharpening his dagger, grumbling about how noisy the tavern is. He doesn't have his mask on for once, his short salt and pepper hair brushed back. He still wears his blue suit with the royal sigil on the front however.
Ichigo is also scarfing down a meal, sitting in the back of the tavern as to not disturb anyone. His cat sits on the table, lapping at a bowl of milk contently.
Scott is having a minor panic attack, trying to open his lighter to light a cigarette but fails every time. He sits on the roof of the tavern, trying to at least calm his breathing.
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
*It's quiet now :(*
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
can you read my pm wendo?
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'm writing up some lore right now, but I'll RP if you're here when I'm done.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
✨
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
can you read my pm
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)
(just got back. Sorry)
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
*Is okay*
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
(how are you 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
*Eh, a bit tired. I am writing more about Scott because I really do like him as a character.*
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
*well, I just had the universes most bi polar Rollercoaster of a morning
*Oh no, are you okay? :(*
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
(haven't had much time to do writing myself)
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
*It's always good to write a little a day :)*
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? also can you check your pms)
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
*basically, I woke up late so I had to scramble to get ready to leave, then my dad was like 'hey have you seem the cat?' Who apparently has been missing for eniugh time for them to think she somehow got into my locked room while I was sleeping*
*and I start to panic when it turns out they can't even find her and she's potentially been outside for a while. Cause we basically raised this kitten from birth*
*and I'm legit the only one who seems to care. And then I go to the bathroom, and I'm super worried that she's hurt or dead, and then they're just like 'oh hey, we found her, she was hiding.'*
*somehow the little gremlin disdapeared well eniugh within our house to make them think she escaped*