Saphuno holds her head in her paws at the seat behind the bar, fur all messy.
The Larry sits at the bar solemnly, their red fedora low on their head to obscure their face hole.
"I feel ya pal.." she says, as she lets her head hit the bar, groaning.
They don’t pay too much attention to Saphuno, taking a few folders out of their trench coat and opening one, examining a lot of documents. And what feeling is that?
"hmmm.. for me? pregnant. for you? Not a Scooby."
*WAIT WHAT DID I MISS???*
A what? They take out the small knuckle bone they found by the Red Plate and examine it wistfully.
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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.
Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
Saphuno holds her head in her paws at the seat behind the bar, fur all messy.
The Larry sits at the bar solemnly, their red fedora low on their head to obscure their face hole.
"I feel ya pal.." she says, as she lets her head hit the bar, groaning.
They don’t pay too much attention to Saphuno, taking a few folders out of their trench coat and opening one, examining a lot of documents. And what feeling is that?
"hmmm.. for me? pregnant. for you? Not a Scooby."
*WAIT WHAT DID I MISS???*
A what? They take out the small knuckle bone they found by the Red Plate and examine it wistfully.
*a pm excursion.*
"Nevermind.. but, this?" She says, grabbing the bone "Has no place in my tavern."
*( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*
A spectral purple arm bursts out of the Larry’s face hole, reaching out to grab the bone back. It is evidence in a criminal investigation.
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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.
*Man... All I want to do is watch the first 'Childs Play' movie but no friggin streaming service I have had it for me to watch.*
*do what you want cause a pirate is free*
*This may sound stupid in this day and age but I kinda get paranoid that someone might hack me.*
*Nah that makes complete sense. The internet is safer, sure, but there’s people lurking anywhere. When I was in highschool, some hackers took over our router and servers and threatened to steal and sell all the teachers’ personal info. They got arrested luckily, but for a week or so nobody could access the lesson plans or assignments.*
*Worrisome. I just get really worried whenever I use stuff like that or any apps or websites that just make me feel weird.*
*I do a bit of pirating myself (mostly of games and anime because I’m too broke for Crunchyroll or any new DS software) and there’s plenty of good sources, but just as many predatory ones. It’s good to be cautious.*
*My friend knows how to do all the pirating and that's why I worry because he might get his bank information stolen one day.*
(I know tricks for keeping safe, but mine might be overkill lol)
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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
Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
*wendo read my pms pls*
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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)
Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
*wendo read my pms pls*
*Okie dokie!*
(sent you one as well for when you have the time)
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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
Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
When Stroth opens her eyes, she finds Riotan standing next to her. “How the tables turn indeed!” He remarks.
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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.
It does.. nothing, seeing as how it's air, but it feels right
*Fry*
"Are you a real adventurer?"
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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)
Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
When Stroth opens her eyes, she finds Riotan standing next to her. “How the tables turn indeed!” He remarks.
"Shaddup" she hisses, refusing to get up from her place, face down on the ground.
It does.. nothing, seeing as how it's air, but it feels right
*Fry*
"Are you a real adventurer?"
"Yes, I am. I'm also a cook. I run the Inn here." She says, gestering with her paw.
"Wow!"
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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)
Saphuno holds her head in her paws at the seat behind the bar, fur all messy.
The Larry sits at the bar solemnly, their red fedora low on their head to obscure their face hole.
"I feel ya pal.." she says, as she lets her head hit the bar, groaning.
They don’t pay too much attention to Saphuno, taking a few folders out of their trench coat and opening one, examining a lot of documents. And what feeling is that?
"hmmm.. for me? pregnant. for you? Not a Scooby."
*WAIT WHAT DID I MISS???*
A what? They take out the small knuckle bone they found by the Red Plate and examine it wistfully.
*a pm excursion.*
"Nevermind.. but, this?" She says, grabbing the bone "Has no place in my tavern."
*( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*
A spectral purple arm bursts out of the Larry’s face hole, reaching out to grab the bone back. It is evidence in a criminal investigation.
She brings the bone back just a bit out of reach. "You know the rules, Larry. it stays outside or in your pocket."
So you object to the exposition of serial cannibals?
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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.
* i think it's kinda sad that no new taverns have emerged recently. If anyone has a cool idea I could help*
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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)
*WAIT WHAT DID I MISS???*
A what? They take out the small knuckle bone they found by the Red Plate and examine it wistfully.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Stroth, after writing and getting high, has somehow dressed herself in a shoulderless black dress with a slit up the left side. She has somehow passed out in a field not to far away from the tavern, morning slightly.
William is sitting in his kitchen, staring at the wall. He feels sick to his stomach, paranoia finally clawing at his mind as he thinks he may need to run and disappear.
Scott is smoking while sitting in the roof of the tavern. He is shaking worse than normal, his schizophrenia getting to him again.
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
*( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*
A spectral purple arm bursts out of the Larry’s face hole, reaching out to grab the bone back. It is evidence in a criminal investigation.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(I know tricks for keeping safe, but mine might be overkill lol)
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
*wendo read my pms pls*
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!*
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
(sent you one as well for when you have the time)
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
When Stroth opens her eyes, she finds Riotan standing next to her. “How the tables turn indeed!” He remarks.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Are you a real adventurer?"
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)
"Shaddup" she hisses, refusing to get up from her place, face down on the ground.
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
"Wow!"
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 you object to the exposition of serial cannibals?
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
* i think it's kinda sad that no new taverns have emerged recently. If anyone has a cool idea I could help*
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)