*snip for arch* "Oh, alright." she looks back out at the dance floor. "Want to try again?"
*i meant to say arch*
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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)
*cut. also should we skip to after the events with Rio and Sam and continue from there?*
“Oh yes. And then I had to work with Fauin and Tracy to recover my memories in the form of a small scroll submerged beneath a sea of milk in the Feydark.”
Loriche smiles at him and starts to swing the chain, then flings the end into the hole.
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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.
*you are the outlier. I did not know you were here.*
*I am ALWAYS HERE*
*love you too, dear*
*I made dino nuggies and mailed the mortgage payment*
*smooches your forehead thank you, jobah. wanna rp?*
*yeh*
Thirteen is trying to think of a new research essay topic.
Mauric is outside Samaritan’s restaurant with the cooking implements William gave him, his own personal utensils, his glaive, and a whole lot of spices and even more eggs.
Loriche is making even more chains.
Riotan is just chilling.
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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'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)
Thirteen is trying to think of a new research essay topic.
Mauric is outside Samaritan’s restaurant with the cooking implements William gave him, his own personal utensils, his glaive, and a whole lot of spices and even more eggs.
Loriche is making even more chains.
Riotan is just chilling.
"Do you ever do anything normal?" Saphuno asks, arms crossed.
Skulking about is a lanky herangon wearing a bandana. He moves quickly
Jax approaches the forge, trying to sharpen his knives.
Yuki is nearby, reading a book on the moral implications of killing one's disciples
*everyone else left ū‸ū*
“I’m a SCIENTIST, of course not!” He says robustly.
Mauric turns and spots him. “Uh, hi?”
Loriche looks up, pulling out her pick and shield. “Who’s there?!”
Riotan looks over her shoulder. “Who cares? It’s not like they’re alive to complain…”
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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'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 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 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)
Thirteen is trying to think of a new research essay topic.
Mauric is outside Samaritan’s restaurant with the cooking implements William gave him, his own personal utensils, his glaive, and a whole lot of spices and even more eggs.
Loriche is making even more chains.
Riotan is just chilling.
"Do you ever do anything normal?" Saphuno asks, arms crossed.
Skulking about is a lanky herangon wearing a bandana. He moves quickly
Jax approaches the forge, trying to sharpen his knives.
Yuki is nearby, reading a book on the moral implications of killing one's disciples
*everyone else left ū‸ū*
“I’m a SCIENTIST, of course not!” He says robustly.
Mauric turns and spots him. “Uh, hi?”
Loriche looks up, pulling out her pick and shield. “Who’s there?!”
Riotan looks over her shoulder. “Who cares? It’s not like they’re alive to complain…”
*I know...*
"You seriously need a girlfriend, dude... Whatcha cooking up today, doc?"
He cackles, twitching a bit. "Damn, you caught me." he sighs, leaning against a tree. "You... are the best friend of my sister's husband... and I don't like my sister. See where this is going?"
He puts his paws up, sighing. "Why is everybody set to kill me today? I just came to sharpen my knives, man."
"Well, see, the thing is... He's cute, but also his girlfriend is absoloutely annoying, so if I just kill him, I wont have to deal with her... any way, it's good to see you, little one. I never got that date, you know."
“Wait, did you not know I was aroace?”
“…no. And you should love your siblings. You never know how long you have with them.”
“Oh.” She relaxes and sets her weapons down. “Sorry, I thought you were a threat or something.”
“The trip to your cafe didn’t count? That was pretty date-y to me…”
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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 meant to say arch*
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)
*cut. also should we skip to after the events with Rio and Sam and continue from there?*
“Oh yes. And then I had to work with Fauin and Tracy to recover my memories in the form of a small scroll submerged beneath a sea of milk in the Feydark.”
Loriche smiles at him and starts to swing the chain, then flings the end into the hole.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yeh*
Thirteen is trying to think of a new research essay topic.
Mauric is outside Samaritan’s restaurant with the cooking implements William gave him, his own personal utensils, his glaive, and a whole lot of spices and even more eggs.
Loriche is making even more chains.
Riotan is just chilling.
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 have to go, my darlings!*
*so long!*
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 am heading to bed lively critters*
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'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)
*see you around and you rule!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*everyone else left ū‸ū*
“I’m a SCIENTIST, of course not!” He says robustly.
Mauric turns and spots him. “Uh, hi?”
Loriche looks up, pulling out her pick and shield. “Who’s there?!”
Riotan looks over her shoulder. “Who cares? It’s not like they’re alive to complain…”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*oh i was just wishing the other bois gn*
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)
*what was the little golem guy's name again?*
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)
*rp?*
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, did you not know I was aroace?”
“…no. And you should love your siblings. You never know how long you have with them.”
“Oh.” She relaxes and sets her weapons down. “Sorry, I thought you were a threat or something.”
“The trip to your cafe didn’t count? That was pretty date-y to me…”
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’m back, sort oooooof*
*and I’m currently feeling like my writing and storytelling is inadequate*