Stroth appears beside him, grinning. She has a feral look in her eyes.
Allison walks over to him, waving kindly.
William watches, eyes narrowed.
He doesn’t seem to notice, his eyes distant, focusing on something within his own mind, whiskey leaks from the side of his lip as he takes another swig.
He is lost in the music, a rhythm that even the Fey would struggle to resist, he smiles as he plays, though he doesn’t know she is there.
His eyes don’t open, and yet he says “It’s rude to stare, I know I’m handsome, you don’t need to confirm it.”
Stroth appears beside him, grinning. She has a feral look in her eyes.
Allison walks over to him, waving kindly.
William watches, eyes narrowed.
He doesn’t seem to notice, his eyes distant, focusing on something within his own mind, whiskey leaks from the side of his lip as he takes another swig.
He is lost in the music, a rhythm that even the Fey would struggle to resist, he smiles as he plays, though he doesn’t know she is there.
His eyes don’t open, and yet he says “It’s rude to stare, I know I’m handsome, you don’t need to confirm it.”
She crawls on his shoulder like a cruddy bug. She tilts her head from side to side "You okay?"
She watches a moment more before sitting down beside him.
William rolls his eyes "Don't worry, you're not my type in the slightest." He grumbles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth appears beside him, grinning. She has a feral look in her eyes.
Allison walks over to him, waving kindly.
William watches, eyes narrowed.
He doesn’t seem to notice, his eyes distant, focusing on something within his own mind, whiskey leaks from the side of his lip as he takes another swig.
He is lost in the music, a rhythm that even the Fey would struggle to resist, he smiles as he plays, though he doesn’t know she is there.
His eyes don’t open, and yet he says “It’s rude to stare, I know I’m handsome, you don’t need to confirm it.”
She crawls on his shoulder like a cruddy bug. She tilts her head from side to side "You okay?"
She watches a moment more before sitting down beside him.
William rolls his eyes "Don't worry, you're not my type in the slightest." He grumbles.
He turns, finally noticing her as he wipes the whiskey off of his face “Huh? Oh don’t mind me, just thinkin’ ta myself. Course I’m okay.”
Once the song is finished he opens his eyes, seeing Allison “Oh hey babe. How long have you been here?”
He opens his eyes, kicking himself to his feet first try “Of course I’m not, that’s why you were staring right?” He says with a smile.
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.
*anyone wanna rp>*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Stroth appears beside him, grinning. She has a feral look in her eyes.
Allison walks over to him, waving kindly.
William watches, eyes narrowed.
He doesn’t seem to notice, his eyes distant, focusing on something within his own mind, whiskey leaks from the side of his lip as he takes another swig.
He is lost in the music, a rhythm that even the Fey would struggle to resist, he smiles as he plays, though he doesn’t know she is there.
His eyes don’t open, and yet he says “It’s rude to stare, I know I’m handsome, you don’t need to confirm it.”
She crawls on his shoulder like a cruddy bug. She tilts her head from side to side "You okay?"
She watches a moment more before sitting down beside him.
William rolls his eyes "Don't worry, you're not my type in the slightest." He grumbles.
He turns, finally noticing her as he wipes the whiskey off of his face “Huh? Oh don’t mind me, just thinkin’ ta myself. Course I’m okay.”
Once the song is finished he opens his eyes, seeing Allison “Oh hey babe. How long have you been here?”
He opens his eyes, kicking himself to his feet first try “Of course I’m not, that’s why you were staring right?” He says with a smile.
"Okay, good, you looked like you weren't." She frets.
"I am well actually." She grins "and awhile, beautiful song."
"No?" He raises a brow, chuckling.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
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.
*anyone wanna rp>*
*pls dudes i wanna rp*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
He chuckles, taking another swig before offering the flask to her “Don’t worry ‘bout me none. Life ain’t any harder than befer, easier with ya in mine.”
He blushes softly, looking down to his lute “Just something my old teacher taught me.”
He chuckles with them “How goes it William? Getting better at fighting? I hope so.”
He chuckles, taking another swig before offering the flask to her “Don’t worry ‘bout me none. Life ain’t any harder than befer, easier with ya in mine.”
He blushes softly, looking down to his lute “Just something my old teacher taught me.”
He chuckles with them “How goes it William? Getting better at fighting? I hope so.”
She smiles, and actual smile but not a scary one. She kisses him and snuggles him "I love you too."
"Who was your teacher dear?" She tilts her head, listening intently.
"Yes, well for the most part.." he shrugs, smiling a bit. He bares his sharp teeth at him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He chuckles, taking another swig before offering the flask to her “Don’t worry ‘bout me none. Life ain’t any harder than befer, easier with ya in mine.”
He blushes softly, looking down to his lute “Just something my old teacher taught me.”
He chuckles with them “How goes it William? Getting better at fighting? I hope so.”
She smiles, and actual smile but not a scary one. She kisses him and snuggles him "I love you too."
"Who was your teacher dear?" She tilts her head, listening intently.
"Yes, well for the most part.." he shrugs, smiling a bit. He bares his sharp teeth at him.
He returns the kiss, smiling softly back at her before looking back to the distance, lighting himself a cigarette “Love you more.” He blows a heart from smoke.
“I never got to learn his name, unfortunately. Though he taught me in a graveyard similar to this one, while I was homeless.” He says, remembering those days.
He chuckles, shifting his feet as he does some shadow boxing “Still losing to Sam I’m guessing?”
He doesn’t seem to notice, his eyes distant, focusing on something within his own mind, whiskey leaks from the side of his lip as he takes another swig.
He is lost in the music, a rhythm that even the Fey would struggle to resist, he smiles as he plays, though he doesn’t know she is there.
His eyes don’t open, and yet he says “It’s rude to stare, I know I’m handsome, you don’t need to confirm it.”
She crawls on his shoulder like a cruddy bug. She tilts her head from side to side "You okay?"
She watches a moment more before sitting down beside him.
William rolls his eyes "Don't worry, you're not my type in the slightest." He grumbles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh*
*i have no energy or muscle integrity and i threw up so much that i can barely move my chest*
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 turns, finally noticing her as he wipes the whiskey off of his face “Huh? Oh don’t mind me, just thinkin’ ta myself. Course I’m okay.”
Once the song is finished he opens his eyes, seeing Allison “Oh hey babe. How long have you been here?”
He opens his eyes, kicking himself to his feet first try “Of course I’m not, that’s why you were staring right?” He says with a smile.
*anyone wanna rp>*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*Bro that sucks, sleep sounds like the only thing you can do. I’ll pray for ya dawg, get well soon.*
*Eh, I’d rather hang out online*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*But your health is more important. Please, as a learning medical professional I advise you to rest.*
*I’m resting but that doesn’t mean I have to sleep*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Okay, good, you looked like you weren't." She frets.
"I am well actually." She grins "and awhile, beautiful song."
"No?" He raises a brow, chuckling.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(hi wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Touche I suppose.*
*pls dudes i wanna rp*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*Cut for Wendi.*
He chuckles, taking another swig before offering the flask to her “Don’t worry ‘bout me none. Life ain’t any harder than befer, easier with ya in mine.”
He blushes softly, looking down to his lute “Just something my old teacher taught me.”
He chuckles with them “How goes it William? Getting better at fighting? I hope so.”
Thirteen is reading the Android Saga in his usual booth.
Mauric is making some fancy soup to celebrate his evasion of the law.
Loriche has finished Charlie’s new umbrella and is testing it.
Riotan is asleep on the roof.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Make sure you are drinking some water at least, you need the fluids even if you are nauseous. I hope you feel better soon though, being sick sucks*
She smiles, and actual smile but not a scary one. She kisses him and snuggles him "I love you too."
"Who was your teacher dear?" She tilts her head, listening intently.
"Yes, well for the most part.." he shrugs, smiling a bit. He bares his sharp teeth at him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*yeah i’m doing that as best i can*
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 returns the kiss, smiling softly back at her before looking back to the distance, lighting himself a cigarette “Love you more.” He blows a heart from smoke.
“I never got to learn his name, unfortunately. Though he taught me in a graveyard similar to this one, while I was homeless.” He says, remembering those days.
He chuckles, shifting his feet as he does some shadow boxing “Still losing to Sam I’m guessing?”
Tyler, who Mauric likely wouldn’t have expected to see ever again, walks over and sits down, his robes are gone, and he seems much happier.
Merabelle sees him, and decides to join, laying down next to them, and looking to the sky.