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
*Does any of yall want to rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*yesssss*
*I don’t have long, who would you like?*
*Sersha and i guess Damian's carcass*
*Corpse and lesbian coming right up.*
Damian’s body rests where it was left, beginning to be taken over by rigger mortus as he slowly begins to return to the ground as dirt, ironic for a gardener.
Sersha is sitting in the forest underneath Malafasa’s nest, meditating, thinking about everything that has occurred in the little time they’ve spent here.
*Does any of yall want to rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*yesssss*
*I don’t have long, who would you like?*
*Sersha and i guess Damian's carcass*
*Corpse and lesbian coming right up.*
Damian’s body rests where it was left, beginning to be taken over by rigger mortus as he slowly begins to return to the ground as dirt, ironic for a gardener.
Sersha is sitting in the forest underneath Malafasa’s nest, meditating, thinking about everything that has occurred in the little time they’ve spent here.
Mauric walks outside and stoops down beside it, not aware of the severity of this situation. "Hey buddy. Dead again?"
Mala lands beside her gently. "Hiya."
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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.
*Does any of yall want to rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*yesssss*
*I don’t have long, who would you like?*
*Sersha and i guess Damian's carcass*
*Corpse and lesbian coming right up.*
Damian’s body rests where it was left, beginning to be taken over by rigger mortus as he slowly begins to return to the ground as dirt, ironic for a gardener.
Sersha is sitting in the forest underneath Malafasa’s nest, meditating, thinking about everything that has occurred in the little time they’ve spent here.
Mauric walks outside and stoops down beside it, not aware of the severity of this situation. "Hey buddy. Dead again?"
Mala lands beside her gently. "Hiya."
He smells death in the air, but not like usual, rotting, cold skin, empty eyes, real death, not temporary. Permanent.
She opens an eye and smiles at them “Hello again.”
*Does any of yall want to rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*yesssss*
*I don’t have long, who would you like?*
*Sersha and i guess Damian's carcass*
*Corpse and lesbian coming right up.*
Damian’s body rests where it was left, beginning to be taken over by rigger mortus as he slowly begins to return to the ground as dirt, ironic for a gardener.
Sersha is sitting in the forest underneath Malafasa’s nest, meditating, thinking about everything that has occurred in the little time they’ve spent here.
Mauric walks outside and stoops down beside it, not aware of the severity of this situation. "Hey buddy. Dead again?"
Mala lands beside her gently. "Hiya."
He smells death in the air, but not like usual, rotting, cold skin, empty eyes, real death, not temporary. Permanent.
She opens an eye and smiles at them “Hello again.”
"...huh." He gives Damian a gentle jostle. "You'll be up in a minute or two, just like always..." He reassures himself.
"Whatcha doing?"
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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.
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
👉🏻👈🏻
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 don’t have long, who would you like?*
*I want to say something flirty but then I would cringe at myself.*
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
*Sersha and i guess Damian's carcass*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*SAY IT*
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 don’t have long so choose fast.*
*Wouldn't hurt if you stopped kneeling for me.*
*And now I go and throw up-*
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
*Sparrow and Tengen.*
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
(you want to rp)
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
*not inaccurate*
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 just spent like 15 minutes writing an epic kill scene for Arch on a PM...*
*What is wrong with me?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*nothing that isnt wrong with the rest of us*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Corpse and lesbian coming right up.*
Damian’s body rests where it was left, beginning to be taken over by rigger mortus as he slowly begins to return to the ground as dirt, ironic for a gardener.
Sersha is sitting in the forest underneath Malafasa’s nest, meditating, thinking about everything that has occurred in the little time they’ve spent here.
Sparrow is making himself some dinner in his house, something simply from his home, rice, gravy, and cornbread, made like he was in the military.
Tengen has finished torturing the person he was torturing, and is now sitting next to a river, cleaning himself of the blood, but never the guilt.
Mauric walks outside and stoops down beside it, not aware of the severity of this situation. "Hey buddy. Dead again?"
Mala lands beside her gently. "Hiya."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He smells death in the air, but not like usual, rotting, cold skin, empty eyes, real death, not temporary. Permanent.
She opens an eye and smiles at them “Hello again.”
Stroth is sitting at the table, polishing some sort of knife. He hums to himself a bit.
Max watches from behind him, quiet.
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
"...huh." He gives Damian a gentle jostle. "You'll be up in a minute or two, just like always..." He reassures himself.
"Whatcha doing?"
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 want to rp wendi?)
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
*aww, well let me just say it was awesome :>*