"I mean, you're still alive and kicking, so that's good." A bit of his face hangs down, revealing a black void with an eye peeking out. He doesn't seem to notice. "What you smokin', friend?"
"Firefern, keeps me on edge." He said and shrugged his shoulders, looking away "Nothing good for the body if you are warning."
"I'm not. We all have our vices." He looks through a little booklet. "Very potent stuff. You should probably eat some chocolate to go with it unless you're raring for a fight right now."
"Always am." He mumured, his eyes nearly burning holes into them.
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
“Monster problem?”
"mhm" *watch rwby*
“Oh.”
"I'm well on my way to becoming a huntress and doing something about it." they slam their cup down on the counter. "Somebody has to."
“Ah. Is that your goal in life?”
“It’s one of them.” They stare down at their glass. “I’d like to make something of myself besides a thief.”
“You can start doing that by not stealing from people.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
"I'm not. We all have our vices." He looks through a little booklet. "Very potent stuff. You should probably eat some chocolate to go with it unless you're raring for a fight right now."
"Always am." He mumured, his eyes nearly burning holes into them.
"Well, if you want any help with that, I can bring you somewhere you can rest." The Strugel decides to stare back with the same expression, or lack thereof.
"I'm not. We all have our vices." He looks through a little booklet. "Very potent stuff. You should probably eat some chocolate to go with it unless you're raring for a fight right now."
"Always am." He mumured, his eyes nearly burning holes into them.
"Well, if you want any help with that, I can bring you somewhere you can rest." The Strugel decides to stare back with the same expression, or lack thereof.
Simon stares, the pupils of his eyes retracting suddenly till they become pinpoints. "You don't know me." He mutters and let's out a bitter laugh.
"Well, if you want any help with that, I can bring you somewhere you can rest." The Strugel decides to stare back with the same expression, or lack thereof.
Simon stares, the pupils of his eyes retracting suddenly till they become pinpoints. "You don't know me." He mutters and let's out a bitter laugh.
"Does that matter? I doubt you both would and could kill me for real." He shrugs. "I could maintain any weapons you have while I'm at it. I'm an artificer."
"Well, if you want any help with that, I can bring you somewhere you can rest." The Strugel decides to stare back with the same expression, or lack thereof.
Simon stares, the pupils of his eyes retracting suddenly till they become pinpoints. "You don't know me." He mutters and let's out a bitter laugh.
"Does that matter? I doubt you both would and could kill me for real." He shrugs. "I could maintain any weapons you have while I'm at it. I'm an artificer."
Simon takes another drag, exhaling smoke from his nose. He takes off his glove, his skin marked heavily with all sorts of burns, scars, and marks. He takes his cigarette and puts it out on the back of his hand, between his thumb and pointer finger. It sizzles out, the smell atrocious, before he pulls away slowly and without urgency. A clump of ash melds with the now blistered and burnt skin before he brushes it away.
"Still willing to give away your time?" He asks, his eyes moving from the burn to their face again.
"Does that matter? I doubt you both would and could kill me for real." He shrugs. "I could maintain any weapons you have while I'm at it. I'm an artificer."
Simon takes another drag, exhaling smoke from his nose. He takes off his glove, his skin marked heavily with all sorts of burns, scars, and marks. He takes his cigarette and puts it out on the back of his hand, between his thumb and pointer finger. It sizzles out, the smell atrocious, before he pulls away slowly and without urgency. A clump of ash melds with the now blistered and burnt skin before he brushes it away.
"Still willing to give away your time?" He asks, his eyes moving from the burn to their face again.
The Saint begins to bleed from the eyes and mouth. "I've seen worse conditions." He rips his face off to reveal the ravenous void underneath, the staples flying everywhere. He places his face on the bar, letting the blood pool around it. "Lost another one, Simon? That hunger never dies."
"Does that matter? I doubt you both would and could kill me for real." He shrugs. "I could maintain any weapons you have while I'm at it. I'm an artificer."
Simon takes another drag, exhaling smoke from his nose. He takes off his glove, his skin marked heavily with all sorts of burns, scars, and marks. He takes his cigarette and puts it out on the back of his hand, between his thumb and pointer finger. It sizzles out, the smell atrocious, before he pulls away slowly and without urgency. A clump of ash melds with the now blistered and burnt skin before he brushes it away.
"Still willing to give away your time?" He asks, his eyes moving from the burn to their face again.
The Saint begins to bleed from the eyes and mouth. "I've seen worse conditions." He rips his face off to reveal the ravenous void underneath, the staples flying everywhere. He places his face on the bar, letting the blood pool around it. "Lost another one, Simon? That hunger never dies."
Simon doesn't seem to flinch but instead watches silently before nodding, tilting his head "I thought I knew your voice."
The Saint begins to bleed from the eyes and mouth. "I've seen worse conditions." He rips his face off to reveal the ravenous void underneath, the staples flying everywhere. He places his face on the bar, letting the blood pool around it. "Lost another one, Simon? That hunger never dies."
Simon doesn't seem to flinch but instead watches silently before nodding, tilting his head "I thought I knew your voice."
"I've been locked in this tiny little boy for decades now. We've had some good times, but he's a strict disciplinarian when he needs to be." The strugel picks his face back up and cleans it with a napkin. "He lets me out a lot, which is very nice. You'd appreciate his violent bent."
The Saint begins to bleed from the eyes and mouth. "I've seen worse conditions." He rips his face off to reveal the ravenous void underneath, the staples flying everywhere. He places his face on the bar, letting the blood pool around it. "Lost another one, Simon? That hunger never dies."
Simon doesn't seem to flinch but instead watches silently before nodding, tilting his head "I thought I knew your voice."
"I've been locked in this tiny little boy for decades now. We've had some good times, but he's a strict disciplinarian when he needs to be." The strugel picks his face back up and cleans it with a napkin. "He lets me out a lot, which is very nice. You'd appreciate his violent bent."
Simon chuckles and pulls out his belt knife, flipping the blade open with ease "Really?" He sounds like he doesn't believe a word of it
"I've been locked in this tiny little boy for decades now. We've had some good times, but he's a strict disciplinarian when he needs to be." The strugel picks his face back up and cleans it with a napkin. "He lets me out a lot, which is very nice. You'd appreciate his violent bent."
Simon chuckles and pulls out his belt knife, flipping the blade open with ease "Really?" He sounds like he doesn't believe a word of it
The Saint seems apprehensive. "What, you think that'll scare me? It might scare b(gp)y here, but I'm not so fragile. Take a stab, babe. I'll eat it out of your hands."
"I've been locked in this tiny little boy for decades now. We've had some good times, but he's a strict disciplinarian when he needs to be." The strugel picks his face back up and cleans it with a napkin. "He lets me out a lot, which is very nice. You'd appreciate his violent bent."
Simon chuckles and pulls out his belt knife, flipping the blade open with ease "Really?" He sounds like he doesn't believe a word of it
The Saint seems apprehensive. "What, you think that'll scare me? It might scare b(gp)y here, but I'm not so fragile. Take a stab, babe. I'll eat it out of your hands."
Simon looks like he wants to, his fingers twitch for a moment; a moment of actual emotions flickering towards the stoney mask he built before it's drowned back under. He doesn't take the knife, instead his eyes turn dark "No "
The Saint seems apprehensive. "What, you think that'll scare me? It might scare b(gp)y here, but I'm not so fragile. Take a stab, babe. I'll eat it out of your hands."
Simon looks like he wants to, his fingers twitch for a moment; a moment of actual emotions flickering towards the stoney mask he built before it's drowned back under. He doesn't take the knife, instead his eyes turn dark "No "
"Good boy." He puts his face back on, pulling out a staple gun and applying it liberally.
The Saint seems apprehensive. "What, you think that'll scare me? It might scare b(gp)y here, but I'm not so fragile. Take a stab, babe. I'll eat it out of your hands."
Simon looks like he wants to, his fingers twitch for a moment; a moment of actual emotions flickering towards the stoney mask he built before it's drowned back under. He doesn't take the knife, instead his eyes turn dark "No "
"Good boy." He puts his face back on, pulling out a staple gun and applying it liberally.
Simon's eyes widen a fraction. It's a miniscule reaction but it says a lot in a few. The pupils of his eyes suddenly eclipse his irises, a ring of blue around pools of black. He folds his knife back up in a fluid motion and attaches it back to his belt
"Good boy." He puts his face back on, pulling out a staple gun and applying it liberally.
Simon's eyes widen a fraction. It's a miniscule reaction but it says a lot in a few. The pupils of his eyes suddenly eclipse his irises, a ring of blue around pools of black. He folds his knife back up in a fluid motion and attaches it back to his belt
"So, still think you're a lost cause or whatever?"
“You can start doing that by not stealing from people.”
"I know, I know." they get that pensive look in their eyes again. "I promised my mom, you know. I promised I'd try to stay honest, become a good, law-abiding huntress." She gives a raspy laugh. "Fine job I'm doing."
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“You can start doing that by not stealing from people.”
"I know, I know." they get that pensive look in their eyes again. "I promised my mom, you know. I promised I'd try to stay honest, become a good, law-abiding huntress." She gives a raspy laugh. "Fine job I'm doing."
“Horrible job.” He agrees.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
“You can start doing that by not stealing from people.”
"I know, I know." they get that pensive look in their eyes again. "I promised my mom, you know. I promised I'd try to stay honest, become a good, law-abiding huntress." She gives a raspy laugh. "Fine job I'm doing."
“Horrible job.” He agrees.
"Hey, I get to say that"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“You can start doing that by not stealing from people.”
"I know, I know." they get that pensive look in their eyes again. "I promised my mom, you know. I promised I'd try to stay honest, become a good, law-abiding huntress." She gives a raspy laugh. "Fine job I'm doing."
“Horrible job.” He agrees.
"Hey, I get to say that"
“I can too. You robbed me.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
“You can start doing that by not stealing from people.”
"I know, I know." they get that pensive look in their eyes again. "I promised my mom, you know. I promised I'd try to stay honest, become a good, law-abiding huntress." She gives a raspy laugh. "Fine job I'm doing."
“Horrible job.” He agrees.
"Hey, I get to say that"
“I can too. You robbed me.”
"fair."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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"Always am." He mumured, his eyes nearly burning holes into them.
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 can start doing that by not stealing from people.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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"Well, if you want any help with that, I can bring you somewhere you can rest." The Strugel decides to stare back with the same expression, or lack thereof.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Simon stares, the pupils of his eyes retracting suddenly till they become pinpoints. "You don't know me." He mutters and let's out a bitter laugh.
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
"Does that matter? I doubt you both would and could kill me for real." He shrugs. "I could maintain any weapons you have while I'm at it. I'm an artificer."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Simon takes another drag, exhaling smoke from his nose. He takes off his glove, his skin marked heavily with all sorts of burns, scars, and marks. He takes his cigarette and puts it out on the back of his hand, between his thumb and pointer finger. It sizzles out, the smell atrocious, before he pulls away slowly and without urgency. A clump of ash melds with the now blistered and burnt skin before he brushes it away.
"Still willing to give away your time?" He asks, his eyes moving from the burn to their face again.
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
The Saint begins to bleed from the eyes and mouth. "I've seen worse conditions." He rips his face off to reveal the ravenous void underneath, the staples flying everywhere. He places his face on the bar, letting the blood pool around it. "Lost another one, Simon? That hunger never dies."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Simon doesn't seem to flinch but instead watches silently before nodding, tilting his head "I thought I knew your voice."
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've been locked in this tiny little boy for decades now. We've had some good times, but he's a strict disciplinarian when he needs to be." The strugel picks his face back up and cleans it with a napkin. "He lets me out a lot, which is very nice. You'd appreciate his violent bent."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Simon chuckles and pulls out his belt knife, flipping the blade open with ease "Really?" He sounds like he doesn't believe a word of it
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
The Saint seems apprehensive. "What, you think that'll scare me? It might scare b(gp)y here, but I'm not so fragile. Take a stab, babe. I'll eat it out of your hands."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Simon looks like he wants to, his fingers twitch for a moment; a moment of actual emotions flickering towards the stoney mask he built before it's drowned back under. He doesn't take the knife, instead his eyes turn dark "No "
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
"Good boy." He puts his face back on, pulling out a staple gun and applying it liberally.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Simon's eyes widen a fraction. It's a miniscule reaction but it says a lot in a few. The pupils of his eyes suddenly eclipse his irises, a ring of blue around pools of black. He folds his knife back up in a fluid motion and attaches it back to his belt
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
"So, still think you're a lost cause or whatever?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I know, I know." they get that pensive look in their eyes again. "I promised my mom, you know. I promised I'd try to stay honest, become a good, law-abiding huntress." She gives a raspy laugh. "Fine job I'm doing."
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“Horrible job.” He agrees.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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"Hey, I get to say that"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
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“I can too. You robbed me.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"fair."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)