The demon wraps its long, long arms around his neck, putting its lipless mouth next to his cheek. "I never said anything about it being wrong."
"I dunno, there are a lot of powerful monsters around here, and they tend to mess with people. I tend to clean up after them."
Simon closes his eyes for a bit, the room seeming to go silent before he cracks open an eye "You don't know what you are doing," he said "You might want to step back while you still can."
Sam laughs tenderly, his bright blue eyes glittering like the sea when the sun sets "I try to stay away from them anyway. Might make a friend or two but I don't go looking for trouble."
It places a large hand on the back of Simon's head, pulling it back. It looms over him, over 11 feet tall, electric black saliva dripping from its mouth. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing, little treat." Its empty sockets crackle with red static.
Felix nods, and his big spiral eyes slowly close. "You're a nice guy."
Simon stares at them, his eyes glittering with something dark, something disgusting that it can almost be described as worshipful. His hand twitches for a mere second before stilling.
"I try to be." he shrugs and scratches the back of his neck "Better to be nice than a right arse. Makes life better."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Yeah but they are able to deal with it, quell it. I have always been angry, from my birth to most likely my death." he says, his montone, cold voice sounding clipped.
"Does nothing make you less angry?"
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"Yeah but they are able to deal with it, quell it. I have always been angry, from my birth to most likely my death." he says, his montone, cold voice sounding clipped.
"Does nothing make you less angry?"
"Nothing. You don't seem to understand the world, do you?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
It places a large hand on the back of Simon's head, pulling it back. It looms over him, over 11 feet tall, electric black saliva dripping from its mouth. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing, little treat." Its empty sockets crackle with red static.
Felix nods, and his big spiral eyes slowly close. "You're a nice guy."
Simon stares at them, his eyes glittering with something dark, something disgusting that it can almost be described as worshipful. His hand twitches for a mere second before stilling.
"I try to be." he shrugs and scratches the back of his neck "Better to be nice than a right arse. Makes life better."
"What was that twitch in your hand? Do you think you could hurt me?" It whispers, barely intelligible. It grips his wrists with enough force to make hairline fractures. "What was that look in your eyes? Do you think we need each other?" It lifts him off the chair and up to the ceiling. "What was that tone in your voice? Do you think yourself wise?"
He nods again, rubbing his cheek against Sam's leg. "Mmm..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Yeah but they are able to deal with it, quell it. I have always been angry, from my birth to most likely my death." he says, his montone, cold voice sounding clipped.
"Does nothing make you less angry?"
"Nothing. You don't seem to understand the world, do you?"
"No, I only have one purpose."
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It places a large hand on the back of Simon's head, pulling it back. It looms over him, over 11 feet tall, electric black saliva dripping from its mouth. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm doing, little treat." Its empty sockets crackle with red static.
Felix nods, and his big spiral eyes slowly close. "You're a nice guy."
Simon stares at them, his eyes glittering with something dark, something disgusting that it can almost be described as worshipful. His hand twitches for a mere second before stilling.
"I try to be." he shrugs and scratches the back of his neck "Better to be nice than a right arse. Makes life better."
"What was that twitch in your hand? Do you think you could hurt me?" It whispers, barely intelligible. It grips his wrists with enough force to make hairline fractures. "What was that look in your eyes? Do you think we need each other?" It lifts him off the chair and up to the ceiling. "What was that tone in your voice? Do you think yourself wise?"
He nods again, rubbing his cheek against Sam's leg. "Mmm..."
Simon is embarrassed by the whine that leaves his throat as the Starving Dark wrenches his wrist. He closes his eyes but forces them to open again. "No.." he says softly.
Sam chuckles and pets his head. "Comfortable aye?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"What was that twitch in your hand? Do you think you could hurt me?" It whispers, barely intelligible. It grips his wrists with enough force to make hairline fractures. "What was that look in your eyes? Do you think we need each other?" It lifts him off the chair and up to the ceiling. "What was that tone in your voice? Do you think yourself wise?"
He nods again, rubbing his cheek against Sam's leg. "Mmm..."
Simon is embarrassed by the whine that leaves his throat as the Starving Dark wrenches his wrist. He closes his eyes but forces them to open again. "No.." he says softly.
Sam chuckles and pets his head. "Comfortable aye?"
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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"What was that twitch in your hand? Do you think you could hurt me?" It whispers, barely intelligible. It grips his wrists with enough force to make hairline fractures. "What was that look in your eyes? Do you think we need each other?" It lifts him off the chair and up to the ceiling. "What was that tone in your voice? Do you think yourself wise?"
He nods again, rubbing his cheek against Sam's leg. "Mmm..."
Simon is embarrassed by the whine that leaves his throat as the Starving Dark wrenches his wrist. He closes his eyes but forces them to open again. "No.." he says softly.
Sam chuckles and pets his head. "Comfortable aye?"
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
"No.. I don't deserve it. Now or ever." he says, the tremble in his voice clear "I am sorry." he says and it actually sounds like, from the depths of his soul, he means it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
"No.. I don't deserve it. Now or ever." he says, the tremble in his voice clear "I am sorry." he says and it actually sounds like, from the depths of his soul, he means it.
It grabs his face just before it disappears. It inhales slowly, gently, almost an inward sigh of affection. "SHUUUT UUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!" It throws him across the room. By the time he orients himself in the right direction, the body and the Starving Dark are gone.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
"No.. I don't deserve it. Now or ever." he says, the tremble in his voice clear "I am sorry." he says and it actually sounds like, from the depths of his soul, he means it.
It grabs his face just before it disappears. It inhales slowly, gently, almost an inward sigh of affection. "SHUUUT UUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!" It throws him across the room. By the time he orients himself in the right direction, the body and the Starving Dark are gone.
Simon stands up slowly, holding himself against the wall. He inhales and exhales, as if calming himself, before delivering a punch to the wall. He ends up piercing the wall entirely before pulling his fist out from it. He curses under his breath, staring at his now damaged hand. He pulls his knife out from his sheath around his belt, his breathing becoming rapid as he rolls up his sleeve. He holds the blade to his arm, as if daring himself to cut, before calming down, closing his eyes. He slumps down, his fingers twitching before dropping the blade to the ground.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A tall figure in a green hood is walking through the streets, sticking to the crowds. Every so often, in their wake, someone notices their wallet is missing A young man with curly, dark hair and warm brown skin is tying a horse up outside the inn. An Elle-Woods-lookalike is sitting on a table outside the inn, reading a comic book and sipping one of those coffee drinks that's mostly sugar.
*heyo rp?*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
A tall figure in a green hood is walking through the streets, sticking to the crowds. Every so often, in their wake, someone notices their wallet is missing A young man with curly, dark hair and warm brown skin is tying a horse up outside the inn. An Elle-Woods-lookalike is sitting on a table outside the inn, reading a comic book and sipping one of those coffee drinks that's mostly sugar.
*heyo rp?*
A very angry Simon walks part the young man, his entire body looking spring loaded and ready to rip someones throat out. He gives a glances towards the horses though.
Sam watches the pickpocketer from his spot by the docks, whittling on some wood. He narrows his eyes in annoyance.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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
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Simon stares at them, his eyes glittering with something dark, something disgusting that it can almost be described as worshipful. His hand twitches for a mere second before stilling.
"I try to be." he shrugs and scratches the back of his neck "Better to be nice than a right arse. Makes life better."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Does nothing make you less angry?"
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"Nothing. You don't seem to understand the world, do you?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*yo*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"What was that twitch in your hand? Do you think you could hurt me?" It whispers, barely intelligible. It grips his wrists with enough force to make hairline fractures. "What was that look in your eyes? Do you think we need each other?" It lifts him off the chair and up to the ceiling. "What was that tone in your voice? Do you think yourself wise?"
He nods again, rubbing his cheek against Sam's leg. "Mmm..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hey, Fry! How is ya?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No, I only have one purpose."
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*hiiii!*
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
Simon is embarrassed by the whine that leaves his throat as the Starving Dark wrenches his wrist. He closes his eyes but forces them to open again. "No.." he says softly.
Sam chuckles and pets his head. "Comfortable aye?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*tired. wanna rp*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*gtg*
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YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No.. I don't deserve it. Now or ever." he says, the tremble in his voice clear "I am sorry." he says and it actually sounds like, from the depths of his soul, he means it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
It grabs his face just before it disappears. It inhales slowly, gently, almost an inward sigh of affection. "SHUUUT UUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!" It throws him across the room. By the time he orients himself in the right direction, the body and the Starving Dark are gone.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon stands up slowly, holding himself against the wall. He inhales and exhales, as if calming himself, before delivering a punch to the wall. He ends up piercing the wall entirely before pulling his fist out from it. He curses under his breath, staring at his now damaged hand. He pulls his knife out from his sheath around his belt, his breathing becoming rapid as he rolls up his sleeve. He holds the blade to his arm, as if daring himself to cut, before calming down, closing his eyes. He slumps down, his fingers twitching before dropping the blade to the ground.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*heyo rp?*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
A very angry Simon walks part the young man, his entire body looking spring loaded and ready to rip someones throat out. He gives a glances towards the horses though.
Sam watches the pickpocketer from his spot by the docks, whittling on some wood. He narrows his eyes in annoyance.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(hi wendi)
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