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 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
Something is sprinting through the woods. It looks like a giant lump of red, opaque goop with long, gangly limbs, standing about as tall as a general store. I say standing, but it's never still, even for a moment. Remember when No-Face was rampaging through the bathhouse after Chihiro? It looks kind of like that, but red. As it reaches the town, it stops abruptly, and something inside is slung out of it as the creature melts into nothing.
The smaller blob lands with a metallic thunk. The gloop slowly drips and dissolves off, revealing the strugel underneath, sitting on a folding metal chair. He's dressed in black waders, a cheap white shirt, a red-and-white striped tailcoat, and a dented metal top hat with a wide brim that shadows his pale, gleaming eyes and the spiral patterns on his cheeks. He stretches, now completely clean and dry, and looks around, not getting up from his chair just yet.
Something is sprinting through the woods. It looks like a giant lump of red, opaque goop with long, gangly limbs, standing about as tall as a general store. I say standing, but it's never still, even for a moment. Remember when No-Face was rampaging through the bathhouse after Chihiro? It looks kind of like that, but red. As it reaches the town, it stops abruptly, and something inside is slung out of it as the creature melts into nothing.
The smaller blob lands with a metallic thunk. The gloop slowly drips and dissolves off, revealing the strugel underneath, sitting on a folding metal chair. He's dressed in black waders, a cheap white shirt, a red-and-white striped tailcoat, and a dented metal top hat with a wide brim that shadows his pale, gleaming eyes and the spiral patterns on his cheeks. He stretches, now completely clean and dry, and looks around, not getting up from his chair just yet.
*I'll bite*
A young man, of about 17 years of age, with a huge mastiff next to him, watches the blob with shock and confusion. He raises a hand in a greeting, though visibly nervous.
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
Something is sprinting through the woods. It looks like a giant lump of red, opaque goop with long, gangly limbs, standing about as tall as a general store. I say standing, but it's never still, even for a moment. Remember when No-Face was rampaging through the bathhouse after Chihiro? It looks kind of like that, but red. As it reaches the town, it stops abruptly, and something inside is slung out of it as the creature melts into nothing.
The smaller blob lands with a metallic thunk. The gloop slowly drips and dissolves off, revealing the strugel underneath, sitting on a folding metal chair. He's dressed in black waders, a cheap white shirt, a red-and-white striped tailcoat, and a dented metal top hat with a wide brim that shadows his pale, gleaming eyes and the spiral patterns on his cheeks. He stretches, now completely clean and dry, and looks around, not getting up from his chair just yet.
*I'll bite*
A young man, of about 17 years of age, with a huge mastiff next to him, watches the blob with shock and confusion. He raises a hand in a greeting, though visibly nervous.
The strugel waves back as if this is just something that happens sometimes. "Hey. You good?"
Something is sprinting through the woods. It looks like a giant lump of red, opaque goop with long, gangly limbs, standing about as tall as a general store. I say standing, but it's never still, even for a moment. Remember when No-Face was rampaging through the bathhouse after Chihiro? It looks kind of like that, but red. As it reaches the town, it stops abruptly, and something inside is slung out of it as the creature melts into nothing.
The smaller blob lands with a metallic thunk. The gloop slowly drips and dissolves off, revealing the strugel underneath, sitting on a folding metal chair. He's dressed in black waders, a cheap white shirt, a red-and-white striped tailcoat, and a dented metal top hat with a wide brim that shadows his pale, gleaming eyes and the spiral patterns on his cheeks. He stretches, now completely clean and dry, and looks around, not getting up from his chair just yet.
*I'll bite*
A young man, of about 17 years of age, with a huge mastiff next to him, watches the blob with shock and confusion. He raises a hand in a greeting, though visibly nervous.
The strugel waves back as if this is just something that happens sometimes. "Hey. You good?"
"Uhh, yes," The man puts on a friendly smile. "Just a little... disconcerted. Do you... do that often?"
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
(good afternoon)
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
*heya*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
(how are ya)
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
Thirteen is writing.
Mauric is at work, but his heart isn’t in it.
Loriche is fixing her pick.
Riotan is sending his quasits forth to usher in violent mischief.
Eito is meditating at Omi’s house.
Malafasa is purchasing a new hammer.
Yod is looking for a mark.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Floofy* "Why?" they tilt their head
The tall protogen smiles to him
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The tiny kobold seems to not understand "I think I'm like eighty. Am I old?"
"Circuit. But misspelled."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Something is sprinting through the woods. It looks like a giant lump of red, opaque goop with long, gangly limbs, standing about as tall as a general store. I say standing, but it's never still, even for a moment. Remember when No-Face was rampaging through the bathhouse after Chihiro? It looks kind of like that, but red. As it reaches the town, it stops abruptly, and something inside is slung out of it as the creature melts into nothing.
The smaller blob lands with a metallic thunk. The gloop slowly drips and dissolves off, revealing the strugel underneath, sitting on a folding metal chair. He's dressed in black waders, a cheap white shirt, a red-and-white striped tailcoat, and a dented metal top hat with a wide brim that shadows his pale, gleaming eyes and the spiral patterns on his cheeks. He stretches, now completely clean and dry, and looks around, not getting up from his chair just yet.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'll bite*
A young man, of about 17 years of age, with a huge mastiff next to him, watches the blob with shock and confusion. He raises a hand in a greeting, though visibly nervous.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
Jiji looks at his hand
Circut shakes his paw
*GTG*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*bleh, I need a nap.*
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
*yeah, same*
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
The strugel waves back as if this is just something that happens sometimes. "Hey. You good?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Uhh, yes," The man puts on a friendly smile. "Just a little... disconcerted. Do you... do that often?"
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
Mauric nods to her.
Eito watches him work with interest.
Yod spots them but doesn’t want to disturb them for no reason, so he just tries to get a closer look.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.