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 do, but they aren't real ones. They aren't grandiose like they should be, and they change with the winds. I really just want a good crawfish boil right now, but that's not a dream. That's just a desire."
"You're bumming me out man." She folds her arms "Go get your crawfish boil, you need it apparently."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He's quiet for about a minute. "Lovely sunset."
"I do, but they aren't real ones. They aren't grandiose like they should be, and they change with the winds. I really just want a good crawfish boil right now, but that's not a dream. That's just a desire."
"You're bumming me out man." She folds her arms "Go get your crawfish boil, you need it apparently."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He's quiet for about a minute. "Lovely sunset."
"Nah, it's fine, I'm just a bit pessimistic and listening to other be the same kinda makes me feel others should be happy so I can continue being sad." She shrugs "You should be happy."
Scott is curled up on the sofa in the library of the tavern, reading queitly.
*Time to torture Scott!*
An all too familiar smell of blood fills the air as Dracula enters the tavern, a sandwich in hand, his teeth covered in a red substance, most likely blood.
Scott jumps almost instantly, the book dropping to the ground with a soft thud. He blinks a few times, taking a few steps back.
Dracula, not liking the attention much, turns into a mist, that mist moving to a table in the dark corner of the room and reforming Dracula, as he continues to eat his sandwich.
Scott sighs and goes back to reading, staying as far away as humanly possible.
He feels a slight echoing in his mind, something compelling him to come closer to Dracula, only a little echoing, but there.
He closes his eyes, shaking his head. He has heard Khemet's voice, he has heard The Writers voice.. but not this one.
The voice remains silent, simply a whisper, an infectious whisper, but just a whisper.
He looks up, teeth gritted "Stop." He says, his voice a bit shaky.
Dracula looks up to them confused “Huh? What do you mean. Is something going on?”
Suddenly, the room seems to shift. Scott is there but it's not him. He pushes back his hair with his hand, sighing. His teeth have become sharper, his eyes a blood red color. His skin seems papery, pages peeling in corners where butterflies and maggots crawl from under them. He walks over, his clothes changing from a a sweater to brown leather jacket and white T-shirt before Dracula. He tilts his head "He isn't giving his soul up to you."
Dracula sighs “Of course, another person thinks that I want his soul. I don’t need another soul. I dont care if his soul is yours, you can keep it for all I care. I’m just offering vampireism.”
The Writer chuckles "He is embued with me and a god of chaos! Why would he need you?" He asks, chuckling "Plus, Vampirism has horrible downsides."
He sighs “That sounds like you think you’re an expert in the subject, but you’re speaking with the king of vampires. I know how to deal with any issues, at this point, my existence is entirely benefits. And I’ve killed gods before, you don’t sound any special.”
"Really! Then what about water? Cleric's? Or maybe about not being allowed in area without consent? Or maybe holy items? Or the friggin sun?" He lists off, chuckling "All over, he would just have to stay in one place unless during night."
“Those weakness do not apply to someone like me. Maybe he’s just too weak if he dies to those. You’re in his body, you can defend him from such things.” He says with a sigh “If he dies to the sun than that’s his fault.”
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He's quiet for about a minute. "Lovely sunset."
"Nah, it's fine, I'm just a bit pessimistic and listening to other be the same kinda makes me feel others should be happy so I can continue being sad." She shrugs "You should be happy."
"I'm about as happy as I can be at the moment. It isn't much, but when you pursue joy it just doesn't come. Not that you should wallow in misery, but you really can't just... walk out and grab it. You do everything you can to put yourself in a situation where it can come to you. Friends to throw you a party when you get through something really stressful or have a birthday. If you like cats, get a cat. If you like cars, subscribe to a car magazine. That's why I'm up here instead of in the underworld. To increase my odds of getting some happiness. Not a noble goal, or a novel one, but a goal nonetheless."
*hi guys!* Vaska is ready to start her shift. She's still got her hood and blindfold, but she doesn't have her cane with her.
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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
*hi guys!* Vaska is ready to start her shift. She's still got her hood and blindfold, but she doesn't have her cane with her.
Shade is slinking around nearby
She listens carefully to figure out what's happening. *insight 18*
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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)
Scott is curled up on the sofa in the library of the tavern, reading queitly.
*Time to torture Scott!*
An all too familiar smell of blood fills the air as Dracula enters the tavern, a sandwich in hand, his teeth covered in a red substance, most likely blood.
Scott jumps almost instantly, the book dropping to the ground with a soft thud. He blinks a few times, taking a few steps back.
Dracula, not liking the attention much, turns into a mist, that mist moving to a table in the dark corner of the room and reforming Dracula, as he continues to eat his sandwich.
Scott sighs and goes back to reading, staying as far away as humanly possible.
He feels a slight echoing in his mind, something compelling him to come closer to Dracula, only a little echoing, but there.
He closes his eyes, shaking his head. He has heard Khemet's voice, he has heard The Writers voice.. but not this one.
The voice remains silent, simply a whisper, an infectious whisper, but just a whisper.
He looks up, teeth gritted "Stop." He says, his voice a bit shaky.
Dracula looks up to them confused “Huh? What do you mean. Is something going on?”
Suddenly, the room seems to shift. Scott is there but it's not him. He pushes back his hair with his hand, sighing. His teeth have become sharper, his eyes a blood red color. His skin seems papery, pages peeling in corners where butterflies and maggots crawl from under them. He walks over, his clothes changing from a a sweater to brown leather jacket and white T-shirt before Dracula. He tilts his head "He isn't giving his soul up to you."
Dracula sighs “Of course, another person thinks that I want his soul. I don’t need another soul. I dont care if his soul is yours, you can keep it for all I care. I’m just offering vampireism.”
The Writer chuckles "He is embued with me and a god of chaos! Why would he need you?" He asks, chuckling "Plus, Vampirism has horrible downsides."
He sighs “That sounds like you think you’re an expert in the subject, but you’re speaking with the king of vampires. I know how to deal with any issues, at this point, my existence is entirely benefits. And I’ve killed gods before, you don’t sound any special.”
"Really! Then what about water? Cleric's? Or maybe about not being allowed in area without consent? Or maybe holy items? Or the friggin sun?" He lists off, chuckling "All over, he would just have to stay in one place unless during night."
“Those weakness do not apply to someone like me. Maybe he’s just too weak if he dies to those. You’re in his body, you can defend him from such things.” He says with a sigh “If he dies to the sun than that’s his fault.”
"Then why give it to him? Knowing you, a flashlight could blind you." He snorts
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 sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He's quiet for about a minute. "Lovely sunset."
"Nah, it's fine, I'm just a bit pessimistic and listening to other be the same kinda makes me feel others should be happy so I can continue being sad." She shrugs "You should be happy."
"I'm about as happy as I can be at the moment. It isn't much, but when you pursue joy it just doesn't come. Not that you should wallow in misery, but you really can't just... walk out and grab it. You do everything you can to put yourself in a situation where it can come to you. Friends to throw you a party when you get through something really stressful or have a birthday. If you like cats, get a cat. If you like cars, subscribe to a car magazine. That's why I'm up here instead of in the underworld. To increase my odds of getting some happiness. Not a noble goal, or a novel one, but a goal nonetheless."
"Happiness is happiness, sadness is sadness.. their emotions, just something you feel."
"I'm about as happy as I can be at the moment. It isn't much, but when you pursue joy it just doesn't come. Not that you should wallow in misery, but you really can't just... walk out and grab it. You do everything you can to put yourself in a situation where it can come to you. Friends to throw you a party when you get through something really stressful or have a birthday. If you like cats, get a cat. If you like cars, subscribe to a car magazine. That's why I'm up here instead of in the underworld. To increase my odds of getting some happiness. Not a noble goal, or a novel one, but a goal nonetheless."
"Happiness is happiness, sadness is sadness.. their emotions, just something you feel."
"Does that make them any less important? Everything you see, everything you hear, everything you experience is just as real as your emotions. You're trusting your head to tell you that it's all in your head."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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(welp, I'm annoyed)
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 sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He's quiet for about a minute. "Lovely sunset."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Nah, it's fine, I'm just a bit pessimistic and listening to other be the same kinda makes me feel others should be happy so I can continue being sad." She shrugs "You should be happy."
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
“Those weakness do not apply to someone like me. Maybe he’s just too weak if he dies to those. You’re in his body, you can defend him from such things.” He says with a sigh “If he dies to the sun than that’s his fault.”
"I'm about as happy as I can be at the moment. It isn't much, but when you pursue joy it just doesn't come. Not that you should wallow in misery, but you really can't just... walk out and grab it. You do everything you can to put yourself in a situation where it can come to you. Friends to throw you a party when you get through something really stressful or have a birthday. If you like cats, get a cat. If you like cars, subscribe to a car magazine. That's why I'm up here instead of in the underworld. To increase my odds of getting some happiness. Not a noble goal, or a novel one, but a goal nonetheless."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hi guys!*
Vaska is ready to start her shift. She's still got her hood and blindfold, but she doesn't have her cane with her.
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 slinking around nearby
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
*greetings, mes amis*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sklungerflul! WOOOOO!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Made a satyr monk, she may be one of my favorite newer characters*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(how are you doing?)
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 listens carefully to figure out what's happening. *insight 18*
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)
"Then why give it to him? Knowing you, a flashlight could blind you." He snorts
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
*pretty great. you?*
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 could be better)
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
*Cool. Speedy lad.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Happiness is happiness, sadness is sadness.. their emotions, just something you feel."
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
*oh no. what’s wrong?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Actually my fastest mile pace was a 6:57*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Does that make them any less important? Everything you see, everything you hear, everything you experience is just as real as your emotions. You're trusting your head to tell you that it's all in your head."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels