Alix is watching the wedding, dressed up in a black tank-top and black dress slacks. He has his best necklaces, earrings, and rings on for today. He has put on his fur paint, his markings that are meant to bring luck to the newly weds and protect them from death.
Reese has come along with, dressed in her usual style ofclothes, just without the armor and gear bags. Her clothes appear to have been stained black purposely. "I had no idea big mom was engaged.."
"Neither did I, but, heh, I'm kinda head in the clouds a bit." He chuckles and licks her forehead affectionately.
"You're new here.. and so tall.." She giggles softly, hugging him close. "I'm glad we were invited, though."
He grins, hugging her back "As am I, I was kinda surprised I was invited through."
She breaks away, still leaning into him. "Between you and Shade, nobody eats or drinks more than you guys, of course she invited you!" She smiles, humming a tune Alix recognizes.
Alix picks her up, grinning "I eat a lot cause I burn a lot of calories!" His tail wags "But you look real pretty!"
She gasps softly, giggling as she clings to him. "Awww, thank you alix, you look handsome as always. My dapper little guy~"
"Ahh, I don't look handsome. I can't fit into suits so I'm wearing what I always wear!" He chuckles "But thank you kindly."
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 tear up every time... we need to reboot that tavern*
*Their story had a nice wrap. (until, yk, peony................................Died)
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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)
*I was planning on it. I’m ready to go, you want me to describe it, because I don’t think this is my category, considering Damian is going to be late.*
*I'm bad at descriptions of places so its gonna be equally as bad as if you wrote it.*
The garden has been decorated for the soon to happen wedding. The decorations are simple and rustic, but charming in a way. There is no food or drink supplied, being this is all Saphuno was able to put together in the amount of time she had.
*as soon as this is over, i'm introing young adult/late teens Domino. my impatient a** cant wait any longer*
After a few long minutes of empty silent filled up by the magic, someone can be seen sprinting towards the garden from the distance. Dressed in a classy, red and gold velvet suit is Damian, carrying two things, the cake Mauric had made, as well as a crate full of fresh vegetables. He moves his head around the things, smiling at her as he slowly approaches at a sprint.
Saphuno gasps softly as she sees Damian, hiding a bit as to not break the tradition of not being seen before walking down the aisle. What few guests there are, Reese and Jax included, clap as they see the groom.
Damian pretends to have not seen her as he arrives, his hair swaying in the air as he runs. When he arrives he puts the cake and crate on the closest empty table he can find, and runs to stand at the front. Smiling and rubbing his head, a few more people in the crowd, like Rag, and Sanviento (Who no one knows is Damian’s brother.)
The chatter dies down, The Wedding March plays from God knows where, and Saphuno walks slowly down the aisle, clutching a bouquet of Octan's Roses. With no one to hold her train, it drags across the ground gently. Each step seems like an eternity to her, and eventually she is face to face with Damian. Jax rushes over to the podium, seeming to be the one to officiate. He is wearing a nice suit, and his fur is elegantly groomed. "Ahem, may I have your attention, all?"
Damian holds himself height, actually fixing his posture for this moment, where his breath usually smells of ash or alcohol, it today smells much better, having refined himself. Everyone looks to Jax, including Damian after he takes a moment to smile at his soon to be wife.
"Thank you, thank you. We gather here today to celebrate the marriage of Damian and Saphuno, one that has come from their love, which has grown as quickly as the tavern under her watch has. Love is sacred, and today, we will create a bond that will last a lifetime. Damian, do you take Saphuno to be your lawfully wife? Will you honor and cherish her; love, trust, and commit to her, through joy and pain, sickness and health, and whatever life may throw at you both, until death do you part?" *not my dumbass forgetting to remove the placeholders*
He smiles at the words, nearly brought to tears by them as he looks to Saphuno, and nods slowly, clasping his hands “I do. With every fiber of my being I do.” His horns tipping with floating embers, moving his hair out of his face.
Alix is watching the wedding, dressed up in a black tank-top and black dress slacks. He has his best necklaces, earrings, and rings on for today. He has put on his fur paint, his markings that are meant to bring luck to the newly weds and protect them from death.
Reese has come along with, dressed in her usual style ofclothes, just without the armor and gear bags. Her clothes appear to have been stained black purposely. "I had no idea big mom was engaged.."
"Neither did I, but, heh, I'm kinda head in the clouds a bit." He chuckles and licks her forehead affectionately.
"You're new here.. and so tall.." She giggles softly, hugging him close. "I'm glad we were invited, though."
He grins, hugging her back "As am I, I was kinda surprised I was invited through."
She breaks away, still leaning into him. "Between you and Shade, nobody eats or drinks more than you guys, of course she invited you!" She smiles, humming a tune Alix recognizes.
Alix picks her up, grinning "I eat a lot cause I burn a lot of calories!" His tail wags "But you look real pretty!"
She gasps softly, giggling as she clings to him. "Awww, thank you alix, you look handsome as always. My dapper little guy~"
"Ahh, I don't look handsome. I can't fit into suits so I'm wearing what I always wear!" He chuckles "But thank you kindly."
She puts a finger over his lips, shushing him gently. "Those words are lies, and I don't wanna hear lies from you, 'kay? 'kay." She kisses his cheek gently, hugging him again.
*I tear up every time... we need to reboot that tavern*
*Their story had a nice wrap. (until, yk, peony................................Died)
*making it smaller doesn't make me stop crying*
*Yep. Love a tragic love story. Also can grown up aeris have like a locket that peony left her? that's the last step in my tragic love story bingo*
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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)
*Heres my character for y'all who are interested :>*
Kal is sat in the tavern, eating lunch
Tycho is reading in the library
Jason is cleaning up the bloody mess he made
Georgie is sewing, almost finished with his pet project
The amount of missing people in town has increased. People are stopping going outside at night
Scott walks up to him, looking dead tired. He blinks at Tycho before flopping over and curling up next to him.
Kelipso walks up on him, tilting his head.
Tycho looks up from his book curiously, "You alright?"
Jason looks up, mouth covered in blood, "Hello!"
"No.." he says, looking over.
Kelipso sighs and wipes Jason's mouth.
"What wrong," he sets the book down on a table, turning to look at scott
Jason squirms away from that a bit but doesn't mind, "I was trying to be neat, but i kinda... got out of hand"
"Writer has been loud... Khemet is whispering.." he says "I'm tired..."
"I can tell!" He huffs, looking down at the bodies "How are you going to get rid of them?'
He sighs, patting his lap, "I'll keep an eye on you if you like"
He shrugs, "theres trashcans,"
He nods "Sorry.. again." He mutters.
"I don't want you getting caught is the issue."
"It's fine. You didn't hurt me last time, you won't hurt me this time." he shrugs
"Hey i'm stealthy," he smiles, 'Besides, i don't want to feed on you too often," he says, leaning on kelipso
He sighs and closes his eyes. He seems to sleep for about an hour before a choking noise fills the air. Scott gags on black ink as it drips from his mouth like blood. Suddenly, the room seems to warp, the lights flickering and the room getting a tinge redder and darker. Scott is no longer himself, he is now The Writer. The Writer pushes it's hair back, chuckling as it wipes its mouth. It turns to Tycho and tilts his head "Hi there."
"Still. Want you to be happy and healthy." He said, kisses him.
*Heres my character for y'all who are interested :>*
Kal is sat in the tavern, eating lunch
Tycho is reading in the library
Jason is cleaning up the bloody mess he made
Georgie is sewing, almost finished with his pet project
The amount of missing people in town has increased. People are stopping going outside at night
Scott walks up to him, looking dead tired. He blinks at Tycho before flopping over and curling up next to him.
Kelipso walks up on him, tilting his head.
Tycho looks up from his book curiously, "You alright?"
Jason looks up, mouth covered in blood, "Hello!"
"No.." he says, looking over.
Kelipso sighs and wipes Jason's mouth.
"What wrong," he sets the book down on a table, turning to look at scott
Jason squirms away from that a bit but doesn't mind, "I was trying to be neat, but i kinda... got out of hand"
"Writer has been loud... Khemet is whispering.." he says "I'm tired..."
"I can tell!" He huffs, looking down at the bodies "How are you going to get rid of them?'
He sighs, patting his lap, "I'll keep an eye on you if you like"
He shrugs, "theres trashcans,"
He nods "Sorry.. again." He mutters.
"I don't want you getting caught is the issue."
"It's fine. You didn't hurt me last time, you won't hurt me this time." he shrugs
"Hey i'm stealthy," he smiles, 'Besides, i don't want to feed on you too often," he says, leaning on kelipso
He sighs and closes his eyes. He seems to sleep for about an hour before a choking noise fills the air. Scott gags on black ink as it drips from his mouth like blood. Suddenly, the room seems to warp, the lights flickering and the room getting a tinge redder and darker. Scott is no longer himself, he is now The Writer. The Writer pushes it's hair back, chuckling as it wipes its mouth. It turns to Tycho and tilts his head "Hi there."
"Still. Want you to be happy and healthy." He said, kisses him.
"Hello." he says, leaning on a hand, "Enjoy your nap? maybe you can go back to sleep"
"I'm always happy when you're around," he says, kissing him back
*Heres my character for y'all who are interested :>*
Kal is sat in the tavern, eating lunch
Tycho is reading in the library
Jason is cleaning up the bloody mess he made
Georgie is sewing, almost finished with his pet project
The amount of missing people in town has increased. People are stopping going outside at night
Scott walks up to him, looking dead tired. He blinks at Tycho before flopping over and curling up next to him.
Kelipso walks up on him, tilting his head.
Tycho looks up from his book curiously, "You alright?"
Jason looks up, mouth covered in blood, "Hello!"
"No.." he says, looking over.
Kelipso sighs and wipes Jason's mouth.
"What wrong," he sets the book down on a table, turning to look at scott
Jason squirms away from that a bit but doesn't mind, "I was trying to be neat, but i kinda... got out of hand"
"Writer has been loud... Khemet is whispering.." he says "I'm tired..."
"I can tell!" He huffs, looking down at the bodies "How are you going to get rid of them?'
He sighs, patting his lap, "I'll keep an eye on you if you like"
He shrugs, "theres trashcans,"
He nods "Sorry.. again." He mutters.
"I don't want you getting caught is the issue."
"It's fine. You didn't hurt me last time, you won't hurt me this time." he shrugs
"Hey i'm stealthy," he smiles, 'Besides, i don't want to feed on you too often," he says, leaning on kelipso
He sighs and closes his eyes. He seems to sleep for about an hour before a choking noise fills the air. Scott gags on black ink as it drips from his mouth like blood. Suddenly, the room seems to warp, the lights flickering and the room getting a tinge redder and darker. Scott is no longer himself, he is now The Writer. The Writer pushes it's hair back, chuckling as it wipes its mouth. It turns to Tycho and tilts his head "Hi there."
"Still. Want you to be happy and healthy." He said, kisses him.
"Hello." he says, leaning on a hand, "Enjoy your nap? maybe you can go back to sleep"
"I'm always happy when you're around," he says, kissing him back
"Sorry Babe." He takes Tycho's chin in his hand and lifts it up to meet his blood red eyes "I got plans for today."
"Good. I would be concerned if you weren't.' he huffs and smiles.
*wendo when you have time i loved that candy girl you had earlier that was so cool could I rp with her?*
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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)
*wendo when you have time i loved that candy girl you had earlier that was so cool could I rp with her?*
*Shore.*
Abi is wandering around, humming to herself. Bugs seem to be getting stuck to her after being drawn in.
A strange, enticing song comes from the forest. Beckoning you to follow it.
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Mauric is in the front row of the crowd, in the suit he’ll most likely wear at his own wedding but without the jacket and most of the embellishments to create a simple yet formal aesthetic, rounded off by a single rhododendron tucked behind his ear. He’s currently crying his eyes out.
"Ahh, I don't look handsome. I can't fit into suits so I'm wearing what I always wear!" He chuckles "But thank you kindly."
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
(got a new game :D)
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
*Their story had a nice wrap. (until, yk, peony................................Died)
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)
"It's fine. You didn't hurt me last time, you won't hurt me this time." he shrugs
"Hey i'm stealthy," he smiles, 'Besides, i don't want to feed on you too often," he says, leaning on kelipso
He smiles at the words, nearly brought to tears by them as he looks to Saphuno, and nods slowly, clasping his hands “I do. With every fiber of my being I do.” His horns tipping with floating embers, moving his hair out of his face.
"I know, I know." He kisses her back.
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
*Yep. Love a tragic love story. Also can grown up aeris have like a locket that peony left her? that's the last step in my tragic love story bingo*
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)
He sighs and closes his eyes. He seems to sleep for about an hour before a choking noise fills the air. Scott gags on black ink as it drips from his mouth like blood. Suddenly, the room seems to warp, the lights flickering and the room getting a tinge redder and darker. Scott is no longer himself, he is now The Writer. The Writer pushes it's hair back, chuckling as it wipes its mouth. It turns to Tycho and tilts his head "Hi there."
"Still. Want you to be happy and healthy." He said, kisses 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
"Hello." he says, leaning on a hand, "Enjoy your nap? maybe you can go back to sleep"
"I'm always happy when you're around," he says, kissing him back
"Sorry Babe." He takes Tycho's chin in his hand and lifts it up to meet his blood red eyes "I got plans for today."
"Good. I would be concerned if you weren't.' he huffs and smiles.
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
*wendo when you have time i loved that candy girl you had earlier that was so cool could I rp with her?*
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)
*Shore.*
Abi is wandering around, humming to herself. Bugs seem to be getting stuck to her after being drawn in.
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
*that’s just a theory*
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 strange, enticing song comes from the forest. Beckoning you to follow it.
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)
*A GAME THEORY!*
Without a second thought, she walks after it.
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
Mauric is in the front row of the crowd, in the suit he’ll most likely wear at his own wedding but without the jacket and most of the embellishments to create a simple yet formal aesthetic, rounded off by a single rhododendron tucked behind his ear. He’s currently crying his eyes out.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*THANKS FOR WATCHING*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.