she’s silent for a second, her eyes full of… contemplation.
she summons a glass of wine and offers it to him. “I’m not the type of person you should be taking advice from, but… er… how does that make ya feel, hon?”She sits down next to him. She takes out the locket she had used to capture the corpse’s years before, flicking it open and taking a look inside. There’s a picture of somewhere there, this Time. A young Elven woman, with golden hair and freckled skin, a smile on her face.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
she’s silent for a second, her eyes full of… contemplation.
she summons a glass of wine and offers it to him. “I’m not the type of person you should be taking advice from, but… er… how does that make ya feel, hon?”She sits down next to him. She takes out the locket she had used to capture the corpse’s years before, flicking it open and taking a look inside. There’s a picture of somewhere there, this Time. A young Elven woman, with golden hair and freckled skin, a smile on her face.
“Terrible. Really makes me think about what I’ve done. I used to be horrible when I was a god. Sent down storms to destroy towns and all. Just because it was my nature. I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. So I didn’t stop.”
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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
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
she’s silent for a second, her eyes full of… contemplation.
she summons a glass of wine and offers it to him. “I’m not the type of person you should be taking advice from, but… er… how does that make ya feel, hon?”She sits down next to him. She takes out the locket she had used to capture the corpse’s years before, flicking it open and taking a look inside. There’s a picture of somewhere there, this Time. A young Elven woman, with golden hair and freckled skin, a smile on her face.
“Terrible. Really makes me think about what I’ve done. I used to be horrible when I was a god. Sent down storms to destroy towns and all. Just because it was my nature. I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. So I didn’t stop.”
“Yeah-… well, it’s good that that you’re realizing that now, at least. If you don’t acknowledge the past, you’re doomed to repeat it.” She suddenly gags. “Eugh… I’m usually not even this-… corny with my godchildren. Curse my fricken’ Golden heart…” she pauses, looking to him. “I-… Fairy godmothers have, in the most literal way possible, hearts of gold. And supposedly metaphorically too-. But it’s freaking sappy and just… so sweet it’s hard to watch. I’d much rather have a heart that is cold and dead.”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
she’s silent for a second, her eyes full of… contemplation.
she summons a glass of wine and offers it to him. “I’m not the type of person you should be taking advice from, but… er… how does that make ya feel, hon?”She sits down next to him. She takes out the locket she had used to capture the corpse’s years before, flicking it open and taking a look inside. There’s a picture of somewhere there, this Time. A young Elven woman, with golden hair and freckled skin, a smile on her face.
“Terrible. Really makes me think about what I’ve done. I used to be horrible when I was a god. Sent down storms to destroy towns and all. Just because it was my nature. I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. So I didn’t stop.”
“Yeah-… well, it’s good that that you’re realizing that now, at least. If you don’t acknowledge the past, you’re doomed to repeat it.” She suddenly gags. “Eugh… I’m usually not even this-… corny with my godchildren. Curse my fricken’ Golden heart…” she pauses, looking to him. “I-… Fairy godmothers have, in the most literal way possible, hearts of gold. And supposedly metaphorically too-. But it’s freaking sappy and just… so sweet it’s hard to watch. I’d much rather have a heart that is cold and dead.”
“It seems like you do have a heart that is cold and dead. And a stomach for alcohol.”
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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
she’s silent for a second, her eyes full of… contemplation.
she summons a glass of wine and offers it to him. “I’m not the type of person you should be taking advice from, but… er… how does that make ya feel, hon?”She sits down next to him. She takes out the locket she had used to capture the corpse’s years before, flicking it open and taking a look inside. There’s a picture of somewhere there, this Time. A young Elven woman, with golden hair and freckled skin, a smile on her face.
“Terrible. Really makes me think about what I’ve done. I used to be horrible when I was a god. Sent down storms to destroy towns and all. Just because it was my nature. I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. So I didn’t stop.”
“Yeah-… well, it’s good that that you’re realizing that now, at least. If you don’t acknowledge the past, you’re doomed to repeat it.” She suddenly gags. “Eugh… I’m usually not even this-… corny with my godchildren. Curse my fricken’ Golden heart…” she pauses, looking to him. “I-… Fairy godmothers have, in the most literal way possible, hearts of gold. And supposedly metaphorically too-. But it’s freaking sappy and just… so sweet it’s hard to watch. I’d much rather have a heart that is cold and dead.”
“It seems like you do have a heart that is cold and dead. And a stomach for alcohol.”
She laughs. “gotta have fun some way or another, eh? And I’ve built up a resistance to it, over the years. And either way, unless it’s fey wine, Fairies have to drink a lot of alcohol to get drunk. Enough to kill most people.”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
she’s silent for a second, her eyes full of… contemplation.
she summons a glass of wine and offers it to him. “I’m not the type of person you should be taking advice from, but… er… how does that make ya feel, hon?”She sits down next to him. She takes out the locket she had used to capture the corpse’s years before, flicking it open and taking a look inside. There’s a picture of somewhere there, this Time. A young Elven woman, with golden hair and freckled skin, a smile on her face.
“Terrible. Really makes me think about what I’ve done. I used to be horrible when I was a god. Sent down storms to destroy towns and all. Just because it was my nature. I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. So I didn’t stop.”
“Yeah-… well, it’s good that that you’re realizing that now, at least. If you don’t acknowledge the past, you’re doomed to repeat it.” She suddenly gags. “Eugh… I’m usually not even this-… corny with my godchildren. Curse my fricken’ Golden heart…” she pauses, looking to him. “I-… Fairy godmothers have, in the most literal way possible, hearts of gold. And supposedly metaphorically too-. But it’s freaking sappy and just… so sweet it’s hard to watch. I’d much rather have a heart that is cold and dead.”
“It seems like you do have a heart that is cold and dead. And a stomach for alcohol.”
She laughs. “gotta have fun some way or another, eh? And I’ve built up a resistance to it, over the years. And either way, unless it’s fey wine, Fairies have to drink a lot of alcohol to get drunk. Enough to kill most people.”
“There are plenty of ways to have fun other than what we think. I used to think that torturing people was fun. But it’s not. Alcohol might not be fun too.”
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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
she’s silent for a second, her eyes full of… contemplation.
she summons a glass of wine and offers it to him. “I’m not the type of person you should be taking advice from, but… er… how does that make ya feel, hon?”She sits down next to him. She takes out the locket she had used to capture the corpse’s years before, flicking it open and taking a look inside. There’s a picture of somewhere there, this Time. A young Elven woman, with golden hair and freckled skin, a smile on her face.
“Terrible. Really makes me think about what I’ve done. I used to be horrible when I was a god. Sent down storms to destroy towns and all. Just because it was my nature. I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. So I didn’t stop.”
“Yeah-… well, it’s good that that you’re realizing that now, at least. If you don’t acknowledge the past, you’re doomed to repeat it.” She suddenly gags. “Eugh… I’m usually not even this-… corny with my godchildren. Curse my fricken’ Golden heart…” she pauses, looking to him. “I-… Fairy godmothers have, in the most literal way possible, hearts of gold. And supposedly metaphorically too-. But it’s freaking sappy and just… so sweet it’s hard to watch. I’d much rather have a heart that is cold and dead.”
“It seems like you do have a heart that is cold and dead. And a stomach for alcohol.”
She laughs. “gotta have fun some way or another, eh? And I’ve built up a resistance to it, over the years. And either way, unless it’s fey wine, Fairies have to drink a lot of alcohol to get drunk. Enough to kill most people.”
“There are plenty of ways to have fun other than what we think. I used to think that torturing people was fun. But it’s not. Alcohol might not be fun too.”
She frowns. “Mmm… I guess I find… a small amount of satisfaction from helping people. But that’s just godmother instincts, it’s what I was born to do. I only even still do it so I can collect time.”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
she’s silent for a second, her eyes full of… contemplation.
she summons a glass of wine and offers it to him. “I’m not the type of person you should be taking advice from, but… er… how does that make ya feel, hon?”She sits down next to him. She takes out the locket she had used to capture the corpse’s years before, flicking it open and taking a look inside. There’s a picture of somewhere there, this Time. A young Elven woman, with golden hair and freckled skin, a smile on her face.
“Terrible. Really makes me think about what I’ve done. I used to be horrible when I was a god. Sent down storms to destroy towns and all. Just because it was my nature. I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. So I didn’t stop.”
“Yeah-… well, it’s good that that you’re realizing that now, at least. If you don’t acknowledge the past, you’re doomed to repeat it.” She suddenly gags. “Eugh… I’m usually not even this-… corny with my godchildren. Curse my fricken’ Golden heart…” she pauses, looking to him. “I-… Fairy godmothers have, in the most literal way possible, hearts of gold. And supposedly metaphorically too-. But it’s freaking sappy and just… so sweet it’s hard to watch. I’d much rather have a heart that is cold and dead.”
“It seems like you do have a heart that is cold and dead. And a stomach for alcohol.”
She laughs. “gotta have fun some way or another, eh? And I’ve built up a resistance to it, over the years. And either way, unless it’s fey wine, Fairies have to drink a lot of alcohol to get drunk. Enough to kill most people.”
“There are plenty of ways to have fun other than what we think. I used to think that torturing people was fun. But it’s not. Alcohol might not be fun too.”
She frowns. “Mmm… I guess I find… a small amount of satisfaction from helping people. But that’s just godmother instincts, it’s what I was born to do. I only even still do it so I can collect time.”
“Good for you for breaking away from your instincts. That’s hard to do.”
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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
she’s silent for a second, her eyes full of… contemplation.
she summons a glass of wine and offers it to him. “I’m not the type of person you should be taking advice from, but… er… how does that make ya feel, hon?”She sits down next to him. She takes out the locket she had used to capture the corpse’s years before, flicking it open and taking a look inside. There’s a picture of somewhere there, this Time. A young Elven woman, with golden hair and freckled skin, a smile on her face.
“Terrible. Really makes me think about what I’ve done. I used to be horrible when I was a god. Sent down storms to destroy towns and all. Just because it was my nature. I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. So I didn’t stop.”
“Yeah-… well, it’s good that that you’re realizing that now, at least. If you don’t acknowledge the past, you’re doomed to repeat it.” She suddenly gags. “Eugh… I’m usually not even this-… corny with my godchildren. Curse my fricken’ Golden heart…” she pauses, looking to him. “I-… Fairy godmothers have, in the most literal way possible, hearts of gold. And supposedly metaphorically too-. But it’s freaking sappy and just… so sweet it’s hard to watch. I’d much rather have a heart that is cold and dead.”
“It seems like you do have a heart that is cold and dead. And a stomach for alcohol.”
She laughs. “gotta have fun some way or another, eh? And I’ve built up a resistance to it, over the years. And either way, unless it’s fey wine, Fairies have to drink a lot of alcohol to get drunk. Enough to kill most people.”
“There are plenty of ways to have fun other than what we think. I used to think that torturing people was fun. But it’s not. Alcohol might not be fun too.”
She frowns. “Mmm… I guess I find… a small amount of satisfaction from helping people. But that’s just godmother instincts, it’s what I was born to do. I only even still do it so I can collect time.”
“Good for you for breaking away from your instincts. That’s hard to do.”
“Unfortunately, I still have to do it- and people can still summon me if they wish upon a star, or a wishbone, or any of those other things you wish on, or if they just need me really bad. And Y’know, that happens a lot, because when you do that and you successfully contact a godmother, you contact a random one. And there are only about 200 of us currently in existence. And If i’m summoned, they won’t leave me alone until I make them my godchild. But, it’s worth it, I suppose.”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
she’s silent for a second, her eyes full of… contemplation.
she summons a glass of wine and offers it to him. “I’m not the type of person you should be taking advice from, but… er… how does that make ya feel, hon?”She sits down next to him. She takes out the locket she had used to capture the corpse’s years before, flicking it open and taking a look inside. There’s a picture of somewhere there, this Time. A young Elven woman, with golden hair and freckled skin, a smile on her face.
“Terrible. Really makes me think about what I’ve done. I used to be horrible when I was a god. Sent down storms to destroy towns and all. Just because it was my nature. I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. So I didn’t stop.”
“Yeah-… well, it’s good that that you’re realizing that now, at least. If you don’t acknowledge the past, you’re doomed to repeat it.” She suddenly gags. “Eugh… I’m usually not even this-… corny with my godchildren. Curse my fricken’ Golden heart…” she pauses, looking to him. “I-… Fairy godmothers have, in the most literal way possible, hearts of gold. And supposedly metaphorically too-. But it’s freaking sappy and just… so sweet it’s hard to watch. I’d much rather have a heart that is cold and dead.”
“It seems like you do have a heart that is cold and dead. And a stomach for alcohol.”
She laughs. “gotta have fun some way or another, eh? And I’ve built up a resistance to it, over the years. And either way, unless it’s fey wine, Fairies have to drink a lot of alcohol to get drunk. Enough to kill most people.”
“There are plenty of ways to have fun other than what we think. I used to think that torturing people was fun. But it’s not. Alcohol might not be fun too.”
She frowns. “Mmm… I guess I find… a small amount of satisfaction from helping people. But that’s just godmother instincts, it’s what I was born to do. I only even still do it so I can collect time.”
“Good for you for breaking away from your instincts. That’s hard to do.”
“Unfortunately, I still have to do it- and people can still summon me if they wish upon a star, or a wishbone, or any of those other things you wish on, or if they just need me really bad. And Y’know, that happens a lot, because when you do that and you successfully contact a godmother, you contact a random one. And there are only about 200 of us currently in existence. And If i’m summoned, they won’t leave me alone until I make them my godchild. But, it’s worth it, I suppose.”
“That sounds annoying. No wonder you only do things for a price.”
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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
*cut with Banan.*
she’s silent for a second, her eyes full of… contemplation.
she summons a glass of wine and offers it to him. “I’m not the type of person you should be taking advice from, but… er… how does that make ya feel, hon?” She sits down next to him. She takes out the locket she had used to capture the corpse’s years before, flicking it open and taking a look inside. There’s a picture of somewhere there, this Time. A young Elven woman, with golden hair and freckled skin, a smile on her face.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*cut with Circle*
“Really? How interesting. That doesn’t seem to have any detriments, does it?…”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Terrible. Really makes me think about what I’ve done. I used to be horrible when I was a god. Sent down storms to destroy towns and all. Just because it was my nature. I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. So I didn’t stop.”
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!
“No.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Mmm… did you agree to be experimented on?”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“I didn’t have the consciousness to agree. I was grown in a lab tube.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Yeah-… well, it’s good that that you’re realizing that now, at least. If you don’t acknowledge the past, you’re doomed to repeat it.” She suddenly gags. “Eugh… I’m usually not even this-… corny with my godchildren. Curse my fricken’ Golden heart…” she pauses, looking to him. “I-… Fairy godmothers have, in the most literal way possible, hearts of gold. And supposedly metaphorically too-. But it’s freaking sappy and just… so sweet it’s hard to watch. I’d much rather have a heart that is cold and dead.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*gtg*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Wow! That’s certainly nightmarish. Why’d you want to escape?” She summons a lit cigarette, replacing her glass of wine.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“It seems like you do have a heart that is cold and dead. And a stomach for alcohol.”
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!
She laughs. “gotta have fun some way or another, eh? And I’ve built up a resistance to it, over the years. And either way, unless it’s fey wine, Fairies have to drink a lot of alcohol to get drunk. Enough to kill most people.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“There are plenty of ways to have fun other than what we think. I used to think that torturing people was fun. But it’s not. Alcohol might not be fun too.”
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!
She frowns. “Mmm… I guess I find… a small amount of satisfaction from helping people. But that’s just godmother instincts, it’s what I was born to do. I only even still do it so I can collect time.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Good for you for breaking away from your instincts. That’s hard to do.”
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!
“Unfortunately, I still have to do it- and people can still summon me if they wish upon a star, or a wishbone, or any of those other things you wish on, or if they just need me really bad. And Y’know, that happens a lot, because when you do that and you successfully contact a godmother, you contact a random one. And there are only about 200 of us currently in existence. And If i’m summoned, they won’t leave me alone until I make them my godchild. But, it’s worth it, I suppose.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“That sounds annoying. No wonder you only do things for a price.”
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!
*Hello humans*
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 know you, what's 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
*implodes*
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
*Espèce de lâche!*
*Vis, imbécile!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels