*Living is good, I am glad you are where with me and the rest of us.*
*Living is okay, but I’m definitely happy to be here with all of you.*
*I am happy you are here with us, you mean a lot to all of us.*
*Ah, compliments! My one weakness! Other than all my other weaknesses! Really though, thank you, don’t think I deserve it, but thank you.*
*Jester, you deserve it. Everyone deserves to know they are loved and wanted in this world. I try and say it a lot, in actions, in words, in everything because you mean a lot to me, more than I can express in words.*
*Jester, you deserve it. Everyone deserves to know they are loved and wanted in this world. I try and say it a lot, in actions, in words, in everything because you mean a lot to me, more than I can express in words.*
*I’m just going to take the compliment, thank you deeply. You mean as much to me, if not more, all of you are some of the only friends I consistently have that actually like me. Anyway, I don’t want to start crying, so want to rp or something?*
*Jester, you deserve it. Everyone deserves to know they are loved and wanted in this world. I try and say it a lot, in actions, in words, in everything because you mean a lot to me, more than I can express in words.*
*I’m just going to take the compliment, thank you deeply. You mean as much to me, if not more, all of you are some of the only friends I consistently have that actually like me. Anyway, I don’t want to start crying, so want to rp or something?*
*Jester, you deserve it. Everyone deserves to know they are loved and wanted in this world. I try and say it a lot, in actions, in words, in everything because you mean a lot to me, more than I can express in words.*
*I’m just going to take the compliment, thank you deeply. You mean as much to me, if not more, all of you are some of the only friends I consistently have that actually like me. Anyway, I don’t want to start crying, so want to rp or something?*
*Crying can be good. I love you man.*
*Sure, Roleplay would be fun rn*
*Ill have a good cry some time, love you too dawg.*
*Who do you want? I’d be happy to provide anyone.*
*Jester, you deserve it. Everyone deserves to know they are loved and wanted in this world. I try and say it a lot, in actions, in words, in everything because you mean a lot to me, more than I can express in words.*
*I’m just going to take the compliment, thank you deeply. You mean as much to me, if not more, all of you are some of the only friends I consistently have that actually like me. Anyway, I don’t want to start crying, so want to rp or something?*
*Crying can be good. I love you man.*
*Sure, Roleplay would be fun rn*
*Ill have a good cry some time, love you too dawg.*
*Who do you want? I’d be happy to provide anyone.*
*Jester, you deserve it. Everyone deserves to know they are loved and wanted in this world. I try and say it a lot, in actions, in words, in everything because you mean a lot to me, more than I can express in words.*
*I’m just going to take the compliment, thank you deeply. You mean as much to me, if not more, all of you are some of the only friends I consistently have that actually like me. Anyway, I don’t want to start crying, so want to rp or something?*
*Crying can be good. I love you man.*
*Sure, Roleplay would be fun rn*
*Ill have a good cry some time, love you too dawg.*
*Who do you want? I’d be happy to provide anyone.*
*I suppose Sparrow, Rowan, and Shen.*
*You got it boss.*
Sparrow is sitting on the porch of the Lord’s Rest Inn, he has the beginnings of a whittled statue next to him, and is drinking some hard whiskey from his flask, looking into the sunset.
Rowan is in a graveyard, sitting on one of the tombstones, playing his lute with his eyes closed. A haunting melody, the notes seem to float around him as he’s lost in memory.
Shen is taking a nap at the base of a tree, leaning against it as flowers grow all around him, seemingly empowered by his mere presence as he snores softly.
Taika's on break in the tavern, silk hat on the bar beside him, swirling the brandy in his glass as he takes a deep breath. Bug, the golem he was trying to sell, sits next to him with an untouched glass of water.
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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)
*Jester, you deserve it. Everyone deserves to know they are loved and wanted in this world. I try and say it a lot, in actions, in words, in everything because you mean a lot to me, more than I can express in words.*
*I’m just going to take the compliment, thank you deeply. You mean as much to me, if not more, all of you are some of the only friends I consistently have that actually like me. Anyway, I don’t want to start crying, so want to rp or something?*
*Crying can be good. I love you man.*
*Sure, Roleplay would be fun rn*
*Ill have a good cry some time, love you too dawg.*
*Who do you want? I’d be happy to provide anyone.*
*I suppose Sparrow, Rowan, and Shen.*
*You got it boss.*
Sparrow is sitting on the porch of the Lord’s Rest Inn, he has the beginnings of a whittled statue next to him, and is drinking some hard whiskey from his flask, looking into the sunset.
Rowan is in a graveyard, sitting on one of the tombstones, playing his lute with his eyes closed. A haunting melody, the notes seem to float around him as he’s lost in memory.
Shen is taking a nap at the base of a tree, leaning against it as flowers grow all around him, seemingly empowered by his mere presence as he snores softly.
Stroth appears beside him, grinning. She has a feral look in her eyes.
Allison walks over to him, waving kindly.
William watches, eyes narrowed.
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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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*Good morning, fellow cryptids and creatures!*
Omori is back at KK's studio, looking at some of the art.
KK is outside the Inn, looking for Charlie.
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)
*I am finished with my vampyr*
*for now*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I’m livin, you know how it be.*
Charlie is waiting for her, and even has a glass of iced tea for her, more as a gesture than anything else.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Fabulous, it will be wonderful to experience.*
*Living is good, I am glad you are where with me and the rest of us.*
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
*Living is okay, but I’m definitely happy to be here with all of you.*
*I am happy you are here with us, you mean a lot to all of us.*
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
*Ah, compliments! My one weakness! Other than all my other weaknesses! Really though, thank you, don’t think I deserve it, but thank you.*
"Hey." She waves, moving over by him. "I... imagine we both know what comes next?"
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)
*Jester, you deserve it. Everyone deserves to know they are loved and wanted in this world. I try and say it a lot, in actions, in words, in everything because you mean a lot to me, more than I can express in words.*
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
*I’m just going to take the compliment, thank you deeply. You mean as much to me, if not more, all of you are some of the only friends I consistently have that actually like me. Anyway, I don’t want to start crying, so want to rp or something?*
*Crying can be good. I love you man.*
*Sure, Roleplay would be fun rn*
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
They nod. "You can stay in contact with TRAUMA-FM, but you cannot remain merged."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ill have a good cry some time, love you too dawg.*
*Who do you want? I’d be happy to provide anyone.*
"That's good." There is a pause. "Thank you- both of you- for everything."
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)
*I suppose Sparrow, Rowan, and Shen.*
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 got it boss.*
Sparrow is sitting on the porch of the Lord’s Rest Inn, he has the beginnings of a whittled statue next to him, and is drinking some hard whiskey from his flask, looking into the sunset.
Rowan is in a graveyard, sitting on one of the tombstones, playing his lute with his eyes closed. A haunting melody, the notes seem to float around him as he’s lost in memory.
Shen is taking a nap at the base of a tree, leaning against it as flowers grow all around him, seemingly empowered by his mere presence as he snores softly.
*afternoon. guys*
Taika's on break in the tavern, silk hat on the bar beside him, swirling the brandy in his glass as he takes a deep breath. Bug, the golem he was trying to sell, sits next to him with an untouched glass of water.
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)
Stroth appears beside him, grinning. She has a feral look in her eyes.
Allison walks over to him, waving kindly.
William watches, eyes narrowed.
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