*I HAVE SURVIVED A ROUND OF BUCKSHOT ROULETTE MULTI-*
(i still need to get the game 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
"So that's where that went." She muses, picking it up and inspecting it.
"Oh, you heard that." she says, flushing for the first time in a while.
"Oh, okay..." he sounds disappointed. *Lacai was sat next to dracula though...*
*My apologizes, I can't read.*
He inspects it with her, his eyes much sharper than usual despite his adorable size.
He leans forward, kissing her nose before leaning back down "Oh, I did, please do."
He raises an eyebrow in confusion "You seem sad, why? Do you want me to drain some blood from you?"
*I forgive*
"Back in it goes. For later." She swallows it and leans back against the tree.
"If you insist. gimme your hand." She says, grabbing it and nibbling one of his fingers gently and briefly.
He seems a bit called out, but he nods slowly. "Uh-huh..."
He climbs up the tree, meowing once more “Love you.” Before sitting on a well lit branch.
He smiles, much more confident, his eyes crackling with the lightning of his other half, he sits full up, looking into her eyes.
He looks confused “This isn’t exactly a first, but it’s been a while. Here we go I suppose.” The fangs unsheath, he holds them, before sinking into their neck, the sensation the same.
Felix is sleeping in a tree, much like a red panda.
Barbeau is feeding the birds.
Cyvus is sat at the base of it, reading a book on the possible construction of one's own demiplane, silently protecting Felix while he sleeps, though there is no real danger.
Lilac is hunting, and it just so happens the birds are in her way. She gallops by, grabbing one by the throat and beginning to devour it on the spot.
Felix opens his eyes and yawns. "You know, I'm not really that healthy a person to be around."
Barbeau calmly stands, the ground and air freezing at his touch. He points to the ground as gravity seems to increase dramatically around Lilac, flattening the grass and crushing pebbles. He slowly walks in her direction as snow clouds swirl in the sky.
Thirteen is causing a small blizzard for the amusement of the townsfolk.
Riotan is chilling in [whatever location you want], looking morose and contemplative.
Barbeau is making snow cones for them as well.
Felix is singing at the bar. "She's your twisted kind of fantasy, With no princes, swords, and gnomes... She may take your life, but She's your home..."
"So that's where that went." She muses, picking it up and inspecting it.
"Oh, you heard that." she says, flushing for the first time in a while.
"Oh, okay..." he sounds disappointed. *Lacai was sat next to dracula though...*
*My apologizes, I can't read.*
He inspects it with her, his eyes much sharper than usual despite his adorable size.
He leans forward, kissing her nose before leaning back down "Oh, I did, please do."
He raises an eyebrow in confusion "You seem sad, why? Do you want me to drain some blood from you?"
*I forgive*
"Back in it goes. For later." She swallows it and leans back against the tree.
"If you insist. gimme your hand." She says, grabbing it and nibbling one of his fingers gently and briefly.
He seems a bit called out, but he nods slowly. "Uh-huh..."
He climbs up the tree, meowing once more “Love you.” Before sitting on a well lit branch.
He smiles, much more confident, his eyes crackling with the lightning of his other half, he sits full up, looking into her eyes.
He looks confused “This isn’t exactly a first, but it’s been a while. Here we go I suppose.” The fangs unsheath, he holds them, before sinking into their neck, the sensation the same.
"Love you too dear. Wake me if you need anything." She says, closing her eyes.
"There, happy?" She says, raising an eyebrow and letting his hand go.
The exact moment his fangs enter was unexpected, but it was no-less welcomed. He groans slightly, sighing.
He falls asleep soon after, giving cat snores.
He takes his head, putting it to the side of her face “I love you a lot, you know that? A lot.”
He drains a slight amount of blood, growing more radiant from the experience, his body seeming to become better before he takes them out “Happy?”
Thirteen is causing a small blizzard for the amusement of the townsfolk.
Riotan is chilling in [whatever location you want], looking morose and contemplative.
Barbeau is making snow cones for them as well.
Felix is singing at the bar. "She's your twisted kind of fantasy, With no princes, swords, and gnomes... She may take your life, but She's your home..."
Thirteen wanders through the moonlit snow, remembering old times with friends that passed him by.
“Now do some R&B!” Riotan yells at him, his voice hoarse and quiet.
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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.
Felix is singing at the bar. "She's your twisted kind of fantasy, With no princes, swords, and gnomes... She may take your life, but She's your home..."
Thirteen wanders through the moonlit snow, remembering old times with friends that passed him by.
“Now do some R&B!” Riotan yells at him, his voice hoarse and quiet.
Barbeau looks over. "You good, brother?"
Felix walks over and hands Riotan the mic. "Why don't you do it? I'm sure you have a better grasp of the genre."
Mauric is roaming the streets of the Celestial City peacefully.
Riotan is chilling in [whatever location you want], looking morose and contemplative.
Damian isn’t doing any crimes, and is actually just enjoying the city, eating a sandwich no one saw him steal.
Rag is just walking around with his huge bowl of stew, when he sees Riotan and decides to be nosy.
Mauric scampers up behind him. “What’s on that sandwich???”
Rio is slumped over the bar, his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth lazily, his eyes half-shut.
"It's a BLT, and it is delicious. Do you want me to get you one?" He doesn't flinch, biting down.
He picks them up with one hand, making them sit straight in the chair, holding their shoulders to make them stay that way "What's wrong, my scaled brother?"
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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.'
*I HAVE SURVIVED A ROUND OF BUCKSHOT ROULETTE MULTI-*
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
(i still need to get the game 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
He climbs up the tree, meowing once more “Love you.” Before sitting on a well lit branch.
He smiles, much more confident, his eyes crackling with the lightning of his other half, he sits full up, looking into her eyes.
He looks confused “This isn’t exactly a first, but it’s been a while. Here we go I suppose.” The fangs unsheath, he holds them, before sinking into their neck, the sensation the same.
Felix opens his eyes and yawns. "You know, I'm not really that healthy a person to be around."
Barbeau calmly stands, the ground and air freezing at his touch. He points to the ground as gravity seems to increase dramatically around Lilac, flattening the grass and crushing pebbles. He slowly walks in her direction as snow clouds swirl in the sky.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That pretty good, have you played all of the souls games?*
*this is for everyone*
Thirteen is causing a small blizzard for the amusement of the townsfolk.
Mauric is roaming the streets of the Celestial City peacefully.
Loriche is trying to make something cool with the X-wing parts.
Riotan is chilling in [whatever location you want], looking morose and contemplative.
Klei is at a table, eating minestrone exhaustedly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*THE LEGEND IS TRUEEEEEEEEEEE*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Barbeau is making snow cones for them as well.
Felix is singing at the bar.
"She's your twisted kind of fantasy,
With no princes, swords, and gnomes...
She may take your life, but
She's your home..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He falls asleep soon after, giving cat snores.
He takes his head, putting it to the side of her face “I love you a lot, you know that? A lot.”
He drains a slight amount of blood, growing more radiant from the experience, his body seeming to become better before he takes them out “Happy?”
Thirteen wanders through the moonlit snow, remembering old times with friends that passed him by.
“Now do some R&B!” Riotan yells at him, his voice hoarse and quiet.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Damian isn’t doing any crimes, and is actually just enjoying the city, eating a sandwich no one saw him steal.
Rag is just walking around with his huge bowl of stew, when he sees Riotan and decides to be nosy.
Barbeau looks over. "You good, brother?"
Felix walks over and hands Riotan the mic. "Why don't you do it? I'm sure you have a better grasp of the genre."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Mauric scampers up behind him. “What’s on that sandwich???”
Rio is slumped over the bar, his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth lazily, his eyes half-shut.
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 do!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"It's a BLT, and it is delicious. Do you want me to get you one?" He doesn't flinch, biting down.
He picks them up with one hand, making them sit straight in the chair, holding their shoulders to make them stay that way "What's wrong, my scaled brother?"
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.)