*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Riotan is hanging around, feeling a sense of joy aside from his usual materialistic haze. *I assume Rio’s one of Thorne’s targets?*
Mauric enters the kitchen, carrying a half-complete halva.
Yod is taking his morning constitutional through the woods.
*Yep, one of the ones deemed dangerous*
Thorne sighs, seeing him and walks over. "Riotan I presume?"
Samaritan whips around "You were married right?"
Azeral looks up and waves .
“Who’s asking?”
“Am married. Nick’s still alive.”
Yod waves back. “Cool chair.”
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Riotan is hanging around, feeling a sense of joy aside from his usual materialistic haze. *I assume Rio’s one of Thorne’s targets?*
Mauric enters the kitchen, carrying a half-complete halva.
Yod is taking his morning constitutional through the woods.
*Yep, one of the ones deemed dangerous*
Thorne sighs, seeing him and walks over. "Riotan I presume?"
Samaritan whips around "You were married right?"
Azeral looks up and waves .
“Who’s asking?”
“Am married. Nick’s still alive.”
Yod waves back. “Cool chair.”
"The chief inspector of Lord's Yard." He said, tilting his head "You are under arrest for the harming of town citizens." He said and produced a pair of manacles.
"Were, Am, whatever, you are married. How did you or him do all of that?"
"Many thanks!" he says pleasantly.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
The bodies he used to make it are gone
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
The bodies he used to make it are gone
"Aw hell, did they wander off again?" He curses in celestial to himself.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
The bodies he used to make it are gone
"Aw hell, did they wander off again?" He curses in celestial to himself.
make a per check
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Flames begin to lick around him, as he rushes them, using his bonus action to take the dodge action as well as get some temp hp, before taking two flaming strikes with his palms. To hit:1531 Damage:817
Once hes done eating, he washes his dishes.
He dodges the first attack and tanks the second. He then swings twice with his sword. Attack: 28 Damage: 15 Attack: 22 Damage: 22
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Gore covers the market. Walking down the street is a man with long black robes, seemingly stitched together. He is well-built and has long, flowing white hair. He has stitches across his nose and cheek. Blood splatter is all over his clothes. He hums giddily to himself
The Aasimar is quick to draw his pistol, the holy steel glinting in the morning light. "Hands up." He says, his tone stern.
He raises his hands quickly. "oh no! Dont shoot officer!" he says, stifling a giggle
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
The bodies he used to make it are gone
"Aw hell, did they wander off again?" He curses in celestial to himself.
make a per check
16
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Gore covers the market. Walking down the street is a man with long black robes, seemingly stitched together. He is well-built and has long, flowing white hair. He has stitches across his nose and cheek. Blood splatter is all over his clothes. He hums giddily to himself
The Aasimar is quick to draw his pistol, the holy steel glinting in the morning light. "Hands up." He says, his tone stern.
He raises his hands quickly. "oh no! Dont shoot officer!" he says, stifling a giggle
He narrows his eyes "On your knees, hands behind your head." He said, his tone still unwavering.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Helianth is at the market, having left its star-devouring conquest for a while. The glowing light at the desiccated flower's core gleams with a brilliant blue light, and it is perpetually crackling with white-hot flames as it ambles about, absorbing more light wherever it can find it.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Helianth is at the market, having left its star-devouring conquest for a while. The glowing light at the desiccated flower's core gleams with a brilliant blue light, and it is perpetually crackling with white-hot flames as it ambles about, absorbing more light wherever it can find it.
Thorne raises a brow but doesn't comment on it, he has seen way worse in Deep Space. He buys a local newspaper from a young man, tipping his bowler cap to them.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Riotan is hanging around, feeling a sense of joy aside from his usual materialistic haze. *I assume Rio’s one of Thorne’s targets?*
Mauric enters the kitchen, carrying a half-complete halva.
Yod is taking his morning constitutional through the woods.
*Yep, one of the ones deemed dangerous*
Thorne sighs, seeing him and walks over. "Riotan I presume?"
Samaritan whips around "You were married right?"
Azeral looks up and waves .
“Who’s asking?”
“Am married. Nick’s still alive.”
Yod waves back. “Cool chair.”
"The chief inspector of Lord's Yard." He said, tilting his head "You are under arrest for the harming of town citizens." He said and produced a pair of manacles.
"Were, Am, whatever, you are married. How did you or him do all of that?"
"Many thanks!" he says pleasantly.
Rio can’t stop himself from laughing at this. “Heheheheh. That’s cute.“
“What do you mean? Like the actual wedding?”
“Where’d you get all the bones for it?”
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*No need to be sorry, it's all perfectly fine. Let me see... ah, here you go! Take your pick!*
Omori is sitting in a tree, quietly making a sketch of something she sees. The noticeable scratch-marks up the tree's side indicate it took a while for her to climb to her current perch.
KK is at the Rippling Court proper, looking out at the ocean from one of its opulent carved walkways, watching the sun rise.
Merabelle walks over and sits down at the base of the tree, smiling up at them. She closes her eyes, breathing deeply "Sweetheart, how've ya been?"
Henry comes along, wearing something less... vacationy as he enjoys every little bit of everything that he is seeing, smiling softly.
She looks down from the tree, a small smile on their face. "I've been alright. Not great, but certainly not terrible. You?" She responds, brushing her tendril hair out of her eyes.
She watches the sunrise a moment longer, before leaving to walk alongside him, taking sketches of things she sees as they walk.
"Well, things are doin' pretty good. I have been thinkin' 'bout gettin' us all a new place ta stay, maybe open up an orphanage. What do ya think?" She asks, looking up and smiling at them.
He wraps an arm around them as they walk. He recently shaved, having seen a little stubble growing on his chin, and used his hunting knife to shave, though it left a few little cuts.
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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.'
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Gore covers the market. Walking down the street is a man with long black robes, seemingly stitched together. He is well-built and has long, flowing white hair. He has stitches across his nose and cheek. Blood splatter is all over his clothes. He hums giddily to himself
The Aasimar is quick to draw his pistol, the holy steel glinting in the morning light. "Hands up." He says, his tone stern.
He raises his hands quickly. "oh no! Dont shoot officer!" he says, stifling a giggle
He narrows his eyes "On your knees, hands behind your head." He said, his tone still unwavering.
He nods, staring at them as he does so
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Here are characters because I don't want to pick. (I'm sorry to all of those that are effected by this tragedy)*
Inspector Thorne in in Lord's Yard, specifically in his office. He is looking over a case file, jotting down notes in his notebook. He closes it, sets the files aside, and stands up. He walks downstairs and outside, giving a quick glance around before making his way down the front steps to the police station, heading over to the market.
Samaritan is in his kitchen, stress cooking. He has been in here since last night when he asked Riotan to marry him and Rio said yes. He doesn't know how to feel about it, he is happy on one hand but on the other he is nervous. He has somehow made a tiramisu in less than an hour, now working on the coffee dusting.
Azeral is sharpening his blades, smoking what appears to be a pipe he fashioned crudely from bone. He sits now on his bone throne, the one he thought about making yesterday.
Riotan is hanging around, feeling a sense of joy aside from his usual materialistic haze. *I assume Rio’s one of Thorne’s targets?*
Mauric enters the kitchen, carrying a half-complete halva.
Yod is taking his morning constitutional through the woods.
*Yep, one of the ones deemed dangerous*
Thorne sighs, seeing him and walks over. "Riotan I presume?"
Samaritan whips around "You were married right?"
Azeral looks up and waves .
“Who’s asking?”
“Am married. Nick’s still alive.”
Yod waves back. “Cool chair.”
"The chief inspector of Lord's Yard." He said, tilting his head "You are under arrest for the harming of town citizens." He said and produced a pair of manacles.
"Were, Am, whatever, you are married. How did you or him do all of that?"
"Many thanks!" he says pleasantly.
Rio can’t stop himself from laughing at this. “Heheheheh. That’s cute.“
“What do you mean? Like the actual wedding?”
“Where’d you get all the bones for it?”
He sighs "On your knees, hands behind your head. You are a wanted individual." He explains, his tone stern.
"Yeah..." He nods and rubs his face "I'm sorry.. This is so weird."
"Bodies!" He smiles behind his mask.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Good morning*
“Who’s asking?”
“Am married. Nick’s still alive.”
Yod waves back. “Cool chair.”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Hi!*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"The chief inspector of Lord's Yard." He said, tilting his head "You are under arrest for the harming of town citizens." He said and produced a pair of manacles.
"Were, Am, whatever, you are married. How did you or him do all of that?"
"Many thanks!" he says pleasantly.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The bodies he used to make it are gone
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"Aw hell, did they wander off again?" He curses in celestial to himself.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
make a per check
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Once hes done eating, he washes his dishes.
He dodges the first attack and tanks the second. He then swings twice with his sword. Attack: 28 Damage: 15 Attack: 22 Damage: 22
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He raises his hands quickly. "oh no! Dont shoot officer!" he says, stifling a giggle
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He narrows his eyes "On your knees, hands behind your head." He said, his tone still unwavering.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You don't have to kill them, it's my problem Mauric." He says with a smile, "If you're going to kill them, I'm going to help."
She lets herself be held, leaning against them for a moment.
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.)
Helianth is at the market, having left its star-devouring conquest for a while. The glowing light at the desiccated flower's core gleams with a brilliant blue light, and it is perpetually crackling with white-hot flames as it ambles about, absorbing more light wherever it can find it.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Hoi*
Thorne raises a brow but doesn't comment on it, he has seen way worse in Deep Space. He buys a local newspaper from a young man, tipping his bowler cap to them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Rio can’t stop himself from laughing at this. “Heheheheh. That’s cute.“
“What do you mean? Like the actual wedding?”
“Where’d you get all the bones for it?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
"Well, things are doin' pretty good. I have been thinkin' 'bout gettin' us all a new place ta stay, maybe open up an orphanage. What do ya think?" She asks, looking up and smiling at them.
He wraps an arm around them as they walk. He recently shaved, having seen a little stubble growing on his chin, and used his hunting knife to shave, though it left a few little cuts.
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.)
He nods, staring at them as he does so
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He sighs "On your knees, hands behind your head. You are a wanted individual." He explains, his tone stern.
"Yeah..." He nods and rubs his face "I'm sorry.. This is so weird."
"Bodies!" He smiles behind his mask.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*How you doin?*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.