*Okay that's a little much. Those kinda things make me uncomfortable. I was like thinking, like, personality or appearance-wise*
*well my bad. :T* *retcon*
"Well, I like caring people.. kinda shy, I mean.. I don't like to be too out there.. Uhhhh... sweet, like you... but, I wanna feel safe around them..I would like if they were okay with me being clingy"
*thanks. I'm just apthio.*
"So, understanding? I get that." she stretches. "My mom always said "You can't give someone your heart to hold if you've never held it in your own hands".
"If you say so" She says while shrugging.
"It means you have to love yourself before you go loving other people"
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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
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)
Shade is stalking Longtooth along the alleys. Longtooth knows that he is being watched but cant catch who is watching him and it is making him highly jumpy and paranoid
Luffy appears (as in he bursts through a wall) chuckling.
"ARGH!" Longtooth hits the roof and clings there
"Oh, hey crewmate! I never got your name!"
"i told you! im Longtooth!" Longtooth falls off the ceiling. Shade slinks away snickering
"Oh, yeah, yeah yeah" Luffy says, clapping the side of his face as he remembers. Well, I found the sunny!"
"sunny?"
"Our ship! she's waiting in the bay"
"cool! lets go" Longtooth stands up
Luffy leads the way to The Thousand Sunny, a huge pirate ship with a cartoonish lion figurehead. On the main sail is painted a Jolly Roger that wears a Straw Hat, and it flies a black flag from the crowsnest with the same artwork.
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
*Okay that's a little much. Those kinda things make me uncomfortable. I was like thinking, like, personality or appearance-wise*
*well my bad. :T* *retcon*
"Well, I like caring people.. kinda shy, I mean.. I don't like to be too out there.. Uhhhh... sweet, like you... but, I wanna feel safe around them..I would like if they were okay with me being clingy"
*thanks. I'm just apthio.*
"So, understanding? I get that." she stretches. "My mom always said "You can't give someone your heart to hold if you've never held it in your own hands".
"If you say so" She says while shrugging.
"It means you have to love yourself before you go loving other people"
"Ohhhhhh. that makes sense. Well, I think we're there already." She says, grasping her chest and smiling
"You don't have to hold your actual, physical heart, you know"
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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)
Out in the distance, the field next the village is sparkling. Some with true sight can see this sparkling aura is not one of magic but one of spiritual nature. Many spirits congregating here, lost and alone. As if on que, four leather clad figures ride down the hill on the adjacent side. They ride upon the backs of mechanical horses made of steel that are powered by some sort of black smoke. They wear large, wide brimmed cowboys hats fitted with bone pieces. They each wear a mask that covers their face. An owl carved crudely from bone, a snarling demon looking one with goggles over the eyes, one faceless black mask with no eyeholes made of stone, the biggest of the bunch wears a burlap sack that has tiny burnt out eyeholes and smile drawn on with charcoal. The throw lassos made of metal at the spirit's, somehow able to grip the souls and bring them down. They jump off their horses and produce a branding iron that they lay on the skins of the spirits. The spirits howl and thrash then suddenly disappear into the enteral mists.
-other characters-
Kazekiri is sharpening her nails while sitting on top of the water over by the lake.
Thirteen is doing some basic alchemy exercises to see if his transmutation is still up to snuff. So far, he’s turned galena into petroleum and gold into pyrite.
Mauric is seemingly giving a heartfelt speech to himself on the roof.
Riotan is absolutely tweaking in an alley, lying on the ground, intoxicated with his own pain and entirely blinded.
Loriche is putting up directional signs in the woods to help lost people.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thirteen is doing some basic alchemy exercises to see if his transmutation is still up to snuff. So far, he’s turned galena into petroleum and gold into pyrite.
Mauric is seemingly giving a heartfelt speech to himself on the roof.
Riotan is absolutely tweaking in an alley, lying on the ground, intoxicated with his own pain and entirely blinded.
Loriche is putting up directional signs in the woods to help lost people.
*what does tweaking mean?*
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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)
Out in the distance, the field next the village is sparkling. Some with true sight can see this sparkling aura is not one of magic but one of spiritual nature. Many spirits congregating here, lost and alone. As if on que, four leather clad figures ride down the hill on the adjacent side. They ride upon the backs of mechanical horses made of steel that are powered by some sort of black smoke. They wear large, wide brimmed cowboys hats fitted with bone pieces. They each wear a mask that covers their face. An owl carved crudely from bone, a snarling demon looking one with goggles over the eyes, one faceless black mask with no eyeholes made of stone, the biggest of the bunch wears a burlap sack that has tiny burnt out eyeholes and smile drawn on with charcoal. The throw lassos made of metal at the spirit's, somehow able to grip the souls and bring them down. They jump off their horses and produce a branding iron that they lay on the skins of the spirits. The spirits howl and thrash then suddenly disappear into the enteral mists.
-other characters-
Kazekiri is sharpening her nails while sitting on top of the water over by the lake.
Scott is with Tycho, watching him read.
Stroth is being an arse.
Isaac is browsing the market stalls. a small bag of stuff is in his hand
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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
She flushes, hiding her face in Mary's neck. "Mmm.... Mary..."
She smiles, lightly patting her head
She simply lies there, breathing slow and deep
Mary enjoys the moments, the quiet sounds of the garden moxed with Reeses breathing,
"Thank you... so much..."
"No problem," she smiles, "This has been fun"
"Uhm, can we do this again?" She says as she pulls her head off of Mary's shoulder to look into their eyes, her head tilted, her tail thrashing behind her.
"Sure, that sounds nice" she nods
"I cant wait" She says while brazenly kissing Mary's nose.
"You don't have to hold your actual, physical heart, you know"
"I.. didn't make that connection.." She says, flushing and letting her paws drop to her sides.
"It's fine. Don't beat yourself up."
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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)
Out in the distance, the field next the village is sparkling. Some with true sight can see this sparkling aura is not one of magic but one of spiritual nature. Many spirits congregating here, lost and alone. As if on que, four leather clad figures ride down the hill on the adjacent side. They ride upon the backs of mechanical horses made of steel that are powered by some sort of black smoke. They wear large, wide brimmed cowboys hats fitted with bone pieces. They each wear a mask that covers their face. An owl carved crudely from bone, a snarling demon looking one with goggles over the eyes, one faceless black mask with no eyeholes made of stone, the biggest of the bunch wears a burlap sack that has tiny burnt out eyeholes and smile drawn on with charcoal. The throw lassos made of metal at the spirit's, somehow able to grip the souls and bring them down. They jump off their horses and produce a branding iron that they lay on the skins of the spirits. The spirits howl and thrash then suddenly disappear into the enteral mists.
-other characters-
Kazekiri is sharpening her nails while sitting on top of the water over by the lake.
Scott is with Tycho, watching him read.
Stroth is being an arse.
*oooooooooooo, nice!*
Tycho hums, on a page about 'mirror spirits' which are a subtype of demons
Thirteen is doing some basic alchemy exercises to see if his transmutation is still up to snuff. So far, he’s turned galena into petroleum and gold into pyrite.
Mauric is seemingly giving a heartfelt speech to himself on the roof.
Riotan is absolutely tweaking in an alley, lying on the ground, intoxicated with his own pain and entirely blinded.
Loriche is putting up directional signs in the woods to help lost people.
*what does tweaking mean?*
*experiencing severe effects from drugs of some kind, though in Riotan’s case it’s just pocket sand from hell*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Luffy chuckles and stretches his arm to the figurehead, his other wrapping around Longtooth. it isn't long before they are both slingshotting towards the deck of the ship.
"awesome"
Shade's tail flicks with displeasure as she loathes water
"It means you have to love yourself before you go loving other people"
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’m back y’all*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(welcome back)
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
*wanna rp? what chars you got*
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)
"cool"
Shade is watching from the shadows
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
(i've got Isaac)
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
"You don't have to hold your actual, physical heart, you know"
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)
Out in the distance, the field next the village is sparkling. Some with true sight can see this sparkling aura is not one of magic but one of spiritual nature. Many spirits congregating here, lost and alone. As if on que, four leather clad figures ride down the hill on the adjacent side. They ride upon the backs of mechanical horses made of steel that are powered by some sort of black smoke. They wear large, wide brimmed cowboys hats fitted with bone pieces. They each wear a mask that covers their face. An owl carved crudely from bone, a snarling demon looking one with goggles over the eyes, one faceless black mask with no eyeholes made of stone, the biggest of the bunch wears a burlap sack that has tiny burnt out eyeholes and smile drawn on with charcoal. The throw lassos made of metal at the spirit's, somehow able to grip the souls and bring them down. They jump off their horses and produce a branding iron that they lay on the skins of the spirits. The spirits howl and thrash then suddenly disappear into the enteral mists.
-other characters-
Kazekiri is sharpening her nails while sitting on top of the water over by the lake.
Scott is with Tycho, watching him read.
Stroth is being an arse.
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
Thirteen is doing some basic alchemy exercises to see if his transmutation is still up to snuff. So far, he’s turned galena into petroleum and gold into pyrite.
Mauric is seemingly giving a heartfelt speech to himself on the roof.
Riotan is absolutely tweaking in an alley, lying on the ground, intoxicated with his own pain and entirely blinded.
Loriche is putting up directional signs in the woods to help lost people.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*what does tweaking mean?*
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)
Isaac is browsing the market stalls. a small bag of stuff is in his hand
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
Mary smiles, patting her head lightly
"It's fine. Don't beat yourself up."
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)
*oooooooooooo, nice!*
Tycho hums, on a page about 'mirror spirits' which are a subtype of demons
*experiencing severe effects from drugs of some kind, though in Riotan’s case it’s just pocket sand from hell*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"awesome"
Shade's tail flicks with displeasure as she loathes water
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