Omori sits on the roof of the Inn, birdwatching just like old times.
Issac's bird lands on her shoulder
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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
Despite her size and physique, the ancient green dragon gracefully and daintily strolls through the town, weaving through the streets and scaling over buildings to avoid bumping into people. Her song is soft and peaceful, with various garden plants and other foliage grown lush and healthy as she walks by, water becoming clear and pure, the ground more fertile and nutrient rich, and the air crisp with a gentle breeze. Occasionally she glances inside one of the buildings through a window, or inspects the items on a merchant's cart before walking on and she is heading towards the inn.
Soon the dragon reaches the inn, where she can smell the delightful food inside. After a moment of contemplation, she shape-changes into a cobra hooded Yuan-ti Abomination draped in a shawl of vines, mushrooms, lichen, and moss before slithering inside.
Inside the inn, a tall tiger tabaxi in a silk coat and hat seems to be touting a new revolution in golem technology. Beside him is a small golem made of baked clay, almost like a doll.
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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)
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
He facepalms immediately, beginning to cackle “I shoulda known ya already had somethin’ planned an’ ready.” He looks to the blueprints after his laugh, not able to understand much other than the pictures.
He kisses her back passionately “You’re my everything.” Once he pulls away, he is beaming with a smile.
He sighs “Oh that was supposed to get you mad, come on, give it a shot, I won’t use my staff, let’s go.” He says, shifting as he begins to speed up.
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
Despite her size and physique, the ancient green dragon gracefully and daintily strolls through the town, weaving through the streets and scaling over buildings to avoid bumping into people. Her song is soft and peaceful, with various garden plants and other foliage grown lush and healthy as she walks by, water becoming clear and pure, the ground more fertile and nutrient rich, and the air crisp with a gentle breeze. Occasionally she glances inside one of the buildings through a window, or inspects the items on a merchant's cart before walking on and she is heading towards the inn.
Soon the dragon reaches the inn, where she can smell the delightful food inside. After a moment of contemplation, she shape-changes into a cobra hooded Yuan-ti Abomination draped in a shawl of vines, mushrooms, lichen, and moss before slithering inside.
Inside the inn, a tall tiger tabaxi in a silk coat and hat seems to be touting a new revolution in golem technology. Beside him is a small golem made of baked clay, almost like a doll.
His eyes lock on to the yuan-ti and he begins his shpeil. "You, my reptilian friend? Do you find yourself in need of an extra set of hands but a regular, sloppy golem won't do it for you? They're all wet clay and stone, only good for grunt work. I present to you, the dollem ~cough~name pending~cough~" he gestures to the golem beside him
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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)
He facepalms immediately, beginning to cackle “I shoulda known ya already had somethin’ planned an’ ready.” He looks to the blueprints after his laugh, not able to understand much other than the pictures.
He kisses her back passionately “You’re my everything.” Once he pulls away, he is beaming with a smile.
He sighs “Oh that was supposed to get you mad, come on, give it a shot, I won’t use my staff, let’s go.” He says, shifting as he begins to speed up.
"In all honesty, it's more for you than me.." she suddenly looks embarrassed, her cheeks and tips of her ears turning red.
She smiles back, as brightly as the sun. She snuggles against him and quietly hums a song.
He sighs, rubbing his temples "I didn't understand what the hell's you were saying first of all."
He facepalms immediately, beginning to cackle “I shoulda known ya already had somethin’ planned an’ ready.” He looks to the blueprints after his laugh, not able to understand much other than the pictures.
He kisses her back passionately “You’re my everything.” Once he pulls away, he is beaming with a smile.
He sighs “Oh that was supposed to get you mad, come on, give it a shot, I won’t use my staff, let’s go.” He says, shifting as he begins to speed up.
"In all honesty, it's more for you than me.." she suddenly looks embarrassed, her cheeks and tips of her ears turning red.
She smiles back, as brightly as the sun. She snuggles against him and quietly hums a song.
He sighs, rubbing his temples "I didn't understand what the hell's you were saying first of all."
He pauses for a second, then the same shade of red flushes across his face “Oh.” Is all he can manage to say. He smiles slightly.
He wraps an arm around her shoulders, listening to the song, beginning to tap his foot on the dirt rhythmically.
“Fight me, come on.” He gestures them forward “Throw a punch, maybe two, it won’t take too long.” He beams at them.
Despite her size and physique, the ancient green dragon gracefully and daintily strolls through the town, weaving through the streets and scaling over buildings to avoid bumping into people. Her song is soft and peaceful, with various garden plants and other foliage grown lush and healthy as she walks by, water becoming clear and pure, the ground more fertile and nutrient rich, and the air crisp with a gentle breeze. Occasionally she glances inside one of the buildings through a window, or inspects the items on a merchant's cart before walking on and she is heading towards the inn.
Soon the dragon reaches the inn, where she can smell the delightful food inside. After a moment of contemplation, she shape-changes into a cobra hooded Yuan-ti Abomination draped in a shawl of vines, mushrooms, lichen, and moss before slithering inside.
Inside the inn, a tall tiger tabaxi in a silk coat and hat seems to be touting a new revolution in golem technology. Beside him is a small golem made of baked clay, almost like a doll.
The Yuan-ti bows her head respectfully before slithering over to the counter.
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Issac's bird lands on her shoulder
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
Inside the inn, a tall tiger tabaxi in a silk coat and hat seems to be touting a new revolution in golem technology. Beside him is a small golem made of baked clay, almost like a doll.
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)
*Okie dokie, I am 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
(hello my friend)
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
*Hi fren :D*
*Welcome back, do you want to continue?*
*Ello!*
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
*MY LOVE-*
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
*Sure :)*
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
*Cool, I’ll get it real quick.*
(how are ya)
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
His eyes lock on to the yuan-ti and he begins his shpeil. "You, my reptilian friend? Do you find yourself in need of an extra set of hands but a regular, sloppy golem won't do it for you? They're all wet clay and stone, only good for grunt work. I present to you, the dollem ~cough~name pending~cough~" he gestures to the golem beside him
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)
"In all honesty, it's more for you than me.." she suddenly looks embarrassed, her cheeks and tips of her ears turning red.
She smiles back, as brightly as the sun. She snuggles against him and quietly hums a song.
He sighs, rubbing his temples "I didn't understand what the hell's you were saying first of all."
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
She looks over at the bird, smiling. "Hello again, friend. It's been a while, hasn't it?"
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)
“Oh, that’s probably not even possible unless it was there to begin with.” He waves the thought away casually.
“Yeah, and cool!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*MY FRIENDDDDDDDDD*
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 pauses for a second, then the same shade of red flushes across his face “Oh.” Is all he can manage to say. He smiles slightly.
He wraps an arm around her shoulders, listening to the song, beginning to tap his foot on the dirt rhythmically.
“Fight me, come on.” He gestures them forward “Throw a punch, maybe two, it won’t take too long.” He beams at them.
*How ya doing? ^^*
The Yuan-ti bows her head respectfully before slithering over to the counter.