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
*I'd rather not talk about it in the open like this...*
Hearth is browsing for scarves. He picks up a midnight purple one and examines it
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*That’s okay. If you want, you can PM me about it but if not just know I’m here for you.*
“Good choice. Goes well with your outfit.” Klei says aloud, attempting to surprise or frighten Hearth.
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*
Hearth doesn't seem to hear them. His voice falling on deaf ears.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*:)*
“Well [gp]…” He mutters to himself, instead deciding to prod Hearth in the back of the head.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Hearth blinks and turns. "Oh hello. " he signs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Still invisible, Klei realizes how colossally he has fumbled this. He rotates the ring on the hilt of his shortsword and materializes. “Uh… sorry…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(morning)
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
(good afternoon *for me*)
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
'Quite all right. Can i help you? "
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hello you two*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Klei makes sure to enunciate properly as he speaks. “No, I just wanted to compliment your selection. Good material, good hue…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Why thank you. I don't know if i'll get this one yet. " he signs with a soft smile.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Guess who's back in black.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*lost ur account again?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(how are you)
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 still have my mobile one, just lost my computer one.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(Tired*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*ah. well I did respond to you on the Warhammer page*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Coolio, wanna rp then?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Sure. Heres who I got*
Hearthstone is shopping for a new scarf while admiring the shops displays in town.
Leo is working on Festus. He has deep bags under his eyes and his hands are shaky.
Apollon is talking to a spirit in the woods. Tears pour from his cold eyes, streaking his face.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.