*Also Baal, Im thinking about bringing back someone that your characters are known to hate >:]*
*Yuri?*
Within the forests that are taking to the winter season, a humming is heard. It sounds like a haunting melody that echoes through the trees. A woman sitting on the back of a black horse, riding through the leafless woodland.
Her long black hair, the color of raven feathers, cascades down her back, and her skin is as white as freshly fallen snow. Her eyes are the color of bright green leaves, and they seem to sparkle in the dim light of the forest.
The horse she rides is a sight to behold. Its eyes are unnaturally black, almost beady, and its hooves leave a trail of frost wherever it steps. It holds a lantern between its teeth, lighting the way.
The woman is dressed in a long black dress that flows around her like a river. A woven golden belt cinches her waist, and a fur coat made from wolf hide drapes over her shoulders. Her feet are adorned with dainty slippers that seem out of place in the forest.
As you look closer, you notice that a band of frost-covered thorns adorns her head and wrists. Her lips and eyes are painted with smoky black makeup, giving her an otherworldly appearance. She sits atop the horse with an air of regal grace.
The Fairy Queen of Seasons, Yuri.
*oooooo, I've got a few different things I can do for this >:]. Yuri is sorta like a druid if I remember correctly, right?*
*Yep!*
In response to the echoing melody that signals Yuri's arrival, deep within the forest something screeches, something inky she can hear for now
Her elven ears twitch as she smiles brightly. "I know you're there."
The screech dies down shortly after, though she gets an odd feeling from the local critters
She looks around and waves her hand. A staff made from dark wood forms in her hand. "You can come out now."
"Maybe I don't smell like dirt because I'm wearing the skin of a dead goddess. Maybe it's the knife I carry, made of the bones of an Archfey and the cartilage of a Demon Lord. Perhaps it is the scent of your own misplaced sense of superiority clogging your actual senses."
"Oh no. I can smell a pest in my garden. And the scent seems to lead to you and that man that is knocking down trees to build his factory. Both of you must pay, but not right now. I am awaiting a beloved of mine."
"The only pest here is you. No, that's not quite right. You're a weed. You don't belong here. You think this whole place is yours because you did something, are something special. That no one deserves to even be around you. Well, you're right on that, but not in the way you think. There are a thousand just like you. There will be a thousand after you. You're not special at all."
*Also Baal, Im thinking about bringing back someone that your characters are known to hate >:]*
*Yuri?*
Within the forests that are taking to the winter season, a humming is heard. It sounds like a haunting melody that echoes through the trees. A woman sitting on the back of a black horse, riding through the leafless woodland.
Her long black hair, the color of raven feathers, cascades down her back, and her skin is as white as freshly fallen snow. Her eyes are the color of bright green leaves, and they seem to sparkle in the dim light of the forest.
The horse she rides is a sight to behold. Its eyes are unnaturally black, almost beady, and its hooves leave a trail of frost wherever it steps. It holds a lantern between its teeth, lighting the way.
The woman is dressed in a long black dress that flows around her like a river. A woven golden belt cinches her waist, and a fur coat made from wolf hide drapes over her shoulders. Her feet are adorned with dainty slippers that seem out of place in the forest.
As you look closer, you notice that a band of frost-covered thorns adorns her head and wrists. Her lips and eyes are painted with smoky black makeup, giving her an otherworldly appearance. She sits atop the horse with an air of regal grace.
The Fairy Queen of Seasons, Yuri.
*oooooo, I've got a few different things I can do for this >:]. Yuri is sorta like a druid if I remember correctly, right?*
*Yep!*
In response to the echoing melody that signals Yuri's arrival, deep within the forest something screeches, something inky she can hear for now
Her elven ears twitch as she smiles brightly. "I know you're there."
The screech dies down shortly after, though she gets an odd feeling from the local critters
She looks around and waves her hand. A staff made from dark wood forms in her hand. "You can come out now."
*I'm guessing she means zenith and not whatever she sensed jn the forest?*
"Maybe I don't smell like dirt because I'm wearing the skin of a dead goddess. Maybe it's the knife I carry, made of the bones of an Archfey and the cartilage of a Demon Lord. Perhaps it is the scent of your own misplaced sense of superiority clogging your actual senses."
"Oh no. I can smell a pest in my garden. And the scent seems to lead to you and that man that is knocking down trees to build his factory. Both of you must pay, but not right now. I am awaiting a beloved of mine."
"The only pest here is you. No, that's not quite right. You're a weed. You don't belong here. You think this whole place is yours because you did something, are something special. That no one deserves to even be around you. Well, you're right on that, but not in the way you think. There are a thousand just like you. There will be a thousand after you. You're not special at all."
She laughs "Such a funny way of thinking. And your not wrong entirely. I choose who I become close to. And I chose who I need to get rid of so the world is a better place. You and your mother are one of those people as well as Oswald. Your a thorn in a lot of sides, literally and figuratively." She smiled again "If you made better choices in life, maybe you wouldn't be here. Then again, who knows." She chuckled "You might want to hope your mother does before I get a hold of her."
*Also Baal, Im thinking about bringing back someone that your characters are known to hate >:]*
*Yuri?*
Within the forests that are taking to the winter season, a humming is heard. It sounds like a haunting melody that echoes through the trees. A woman sitting on the back of a black horse, riding through the leafless woodland.
Her long black hair, the color of raven feathers, cascades down her back, and her skin is as white as freshly fallen snow. Her eyes are the color of bright green leaves, and they seem to sparkle in the dim light of the forest.
The horse she rides is a sight to behold. Its eyes are unnaturally black, almost beady, and its hooves leave a trail of frost wherever it steps. It holds a lantern between its teeth, lighting the way.
The woman is dressed in a long black dress that flows around her like a river. A woven golden belt cinches her waist, and a fur coat made from wolf hide drapes over her shoulders. Her feet are adorned with dainty slippers that seem out of place in the forest.
As you look closer, you notice that a band of frost-covered thorns adorns her head and wrists. Her lips and eyes are painted with smoky black makeup, giving her an otherworldly appearance. She sits atop the horse with an air of regal grace.
The Fairy Queen of Seasons, Yuri.
*oooooo, I've got a few different things I can do for this >:]. Yuri is sorta like a druid if I remember correctly, right?*
*Yep!*
In response to the echoing melody that signals Yuri's arrival, deep within the forest something screeches, something inky she can hear for now
Her elven ears twitch as she smiles brightly. "I know you're there."
The screech dies down shortly after, though she gets an odd feeling from the local critters
She looks around and waves her hand. A staff made from dark wood forms in her hand. "You can come out now."
*I'm guessing she means zenith and not whatever she sensed jn the forest?*
"Maybe I don't smell like dirt because I'm wearing the skin of a dead goddess. Maybe it's the knife I carry, made of the bones of an Archfey and the cartilage of a Demon Lord. Perhaps it is the scent of your own misplaced sense of superiority clogging your actual senses."
"Oh no. I can smell a pest in my garden. And the scent seems to lead to you and that man that is knocking down trees to build his factory. Both of you must pay, but not right now. I am awaiting a beloved of mine."
"The only pest here is you. No, that's not quite right. You're a weed. You don't belong here. You think this whole place is yours because you did something, are something special. That no one deserves to even be around you. Well, you're right on that, but not in the way you think. There are a thousand just like you. There will be a thousand after you. You're not special at all."
She laughs "Such a funny way of thinking. And your not wrong entirely. I choose who I become close to. And I chose who I need to get rid of so the world is a better place. You and your mother are one of those people as well as Oswald. Your a thorn in a lot of sides, literally and figuratively." She smiled again "If you made better choices in life, maybe you wouldn't be here. Then again, who knows." She chuckled "You might want to hope your mother does before I get a hold of her."
"We can all play make-believe, we just don't all believe in what we make up. You seem to lack that awareness. I don't think I'll even fight you. Hurting mentally disabled people is immoral, but you wouldn't know that, would you?"
*Also Baal, Im thinking about bringing back someone that your characters are known to hate >:]*
*Yuri?*
Within the forests that are taking to the winter season, a humming is heard. It sounds like a haunting melody that echoes through the trees. A woman sitting on the back of a black horse, riding through the leafless woodland.
Her long black hair, the color of raven feathers, cascades down her back, and her skin is as white as freshly fallen snow. Her eyes are the color of bright green leaves, and they seem to sparkle in the dim light of the forest.
The horse she rides is a sight to behold. Its eyes are unnaturally black, almost beady, and its hooves leave a trail of frost wherever it steps. It holds a lantern between its teeth, lighting the way.
The woman is dressed in a long black dress that flows around her like a river. A woven golden belt cinches her waist, and a fur coat made from wolf hide drapes over her shoulders. Her feet are adorned with dainty slippers that seem out of place in the forest.
As you look closer, you notice that a band of frost-covered thorns adorns her head and wrists. Her lips and eyes are painted with smoky black makeup, giving her an otherworldly appearance. She sits atop the horse with an air of regal grace.
The Fairy Queen of Seasons, Yuri.
*oooooo, I've got a few different things I can do for this >:]. Yuri is sorta like a druid if I remember correctly, right?*
*Yep!*
In response to the echoing melody that signals Yuri's arrival, deep within the forest something screeches, something inky she can hear for now
Her elven ears twitch as she smiles brightly. "I know you're there."
The screech dies down shortly after, though she gets an odd feeling from the local critters
She looks around and waves her hand. A staff made from dark wood forms in her hand. "You can come out now."
*I'm guessing she means zenith and not whatever she sensed jn the forest?*
*Nope. Whatever is in the forest.*
*hmmmm,*
Whatever is in there, it is deeeeeeep (like a good couple hundred feet at the least) in the forest. Though, something else answers her call. One could call it a bear, if they had only seen bears that were born in chernobyl
"Maybe I don't smell like dirt because I'm wearing the skin of a dead goddess. Maybe it's the knife I carry, made of the bones of an Archfey and the cartilage of a Demon Lord. Perhaps it is the scent of your own misplaced sense of superiority clogging your actual senses."
"Oh no. I can smell a pest in my garden. And the scent seems to lead to you and that man that is knocking down trees to build his factory. Both of you must pay, but not right now. I am awaiting a beloved of mine."
"The only pest here is you. No, that's not quite right. You're a weed. You don't belong here. You think this whole place is yours because you did something, are something special. That no one deserves to even be around you. Well, you're right on that, but not in the way you think. There are a thousand just like you. There will be a thousand after you. You're not special at all."
She laughs "Such a funny way of thinking. And your not wrong entirely. I choose who I become close to. And I chose who I need to get rid of so the world is a better place. You and your mother are one of those people as well as Oswald. Your a thorn in a lot of sides, literally and figuratively." She smiled again "If you made better choices in life, maybe you wouldn't be here. Then again, who knows." She chuckled "You might want to hope your mother does before I get a hold of her."
"We can all play make-believe, we just don't all believe in what we make up. You seem to lack that awareness. I don't think I'll even fight you. Hurting mentally disabled people is immoral, but you wouldn't know that, would you?"
"I suppose not. Hurting people discriminately shows that you are a bad enough. Hurting people indiscriminately is much better." She said.
*Also Baal, Im thinking about bringing back someone that your characters are known to hate >:]*
*Yuri?*
Within the forests that are taking to the winter season, a humming is heard. It sounds like a haunting melody that echoes through the trees. A woman sitting on the back of a black horse, riding through the leafless woodland.
Her long black hair, the color of raven feathers, cascades down her back, and her skin is as white as freshly fallen snow. Her eyes are the color of bright green leaves, and they seem to sparkle in the dim light of the forest.
The horse she rides is a sight to behold. Its eyes are unnaturally black, almost beady, and its hooves leave a trail of frost wherever it steps. It holds a lantern between its teeth, lighting the way.
The woman is dressed in a long black dress that flows around her like a river. A woven golden belt cinches her waist, and a fur coat made from wolf hide drapes over her shoulders. Her feet are adorned with dainty slippers that seem out of place in the forest.
As you look closer, you notice that a band of frost-covered thorns adorns her head and wrists. Her lips and eyes are painted with smoky black makeup, giving her an otherworldly appearance. She sits atop the horse with an air of regal grace.
The Fairy Queen of Seasons, Yuri.
*oooooo, I've got a few different things I can do for this >:]. Yuri is sorta like a druid if I remember correctly, right?*
*Yep!*
In response to the echoing melody that signals Yuri's arrival, deep within the forest something screeches, something inky she can hear for now
Her elven ears twitch as she smiles brightly. "I know you're there."
The screech dies down shortly after, though she gets an odd feeling from the local critters
She looks around and waves her hand. A staff made from dark wood forms in her hand. "You can come out now."
*I'm guessing she means zenith and not whatever she sensed jn the forest?*
*Nope. Whatever is in the forest.*
*hmmmm,*
Whatever is in there, it is deeeeeeep (like a good couple hundred feet at the least) in the forest. Though, something else answers her call. One could call it a bear, if they had only seen bears that were born in chernobyl
"Oh dear, you poor lovely thing." She walks over to the bear, petting it "it is alright."
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 (and hopefully more)
She looks around and waves her hand. A staff made from dark wood forms in her hand. "You can come out now."
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 only pest here is you. No, that's not quite right. You're a weed. You don't belong here. You think this whole place is yours because you did something, are something special. That no one deserves to even be around you. Well, you're right on that, but not in the way you think. There are a thousand just like you. There will be a thousand after you. You're not special at all."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm guessing she means zenith and not whatever she sensed jn the forest?*
'Yeah, I think so'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
She laughs "Such a funny way of thinking. And your not wrong entirely. I choose who I become close to. And I chose who I need to get rid of so the world is a better place. You and your mother are one of those people as well as Oswald. Your a thorn in a lot of sides, literally and figuratively." She smiled again "If you made better choices in life, maybe you wouldn't be here. Then again, who knows." She chuckled "You might want to hope your mother does before I get a hold of her."
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
*Nope. Whatever is in the forest.*
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
"Lovely!" She smiles brightly. "If you could take me to him, I would be most happy."
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 don't know where he is. But if ya interested in factories, I could show ya the local sewage treatment plant. It's pretty advanced'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"We can all play make-believe, we just don't all believe in what we make up. You seem to lack that awareness. I don't think I'll even fight you. Hurting mentally disabled people is immoral, but you wouldn't know that, would you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I will have to see after I am done." She smiles "I am here on important business after all. If it goes smoothly, then I will see 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
*hmmmm,*
Whatever is in there, it is deeeeeeep (like a good couple hundred feet at the least) in the forest. Though, something else answers her call. One could call it a bear, if they had only seen bears that were born in chernobyl
"why are you avoiding me?"
psychopath ^-^
"I suppose not. Hurting people discriminately shows that you are a bad enough. Hurting people indiscriminately is much better." She said.
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
"Oh dear, you poor lovely thing." She walks over to the bear, petting it "it is alright."
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'm sorry I can't help ya more'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"because things got awkward."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She chuckled "You have not a single thing to be sorry over beloved." She smiles "I swear to you that."
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
*ay wendigo, can yeh check ur pms?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
* i want to cut in , but i have no idea how*
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 (and hopefully more)
*Purposely adding Lore in here to cause chaos.*
Lore appears, apparently taking a jog before. "Hey Theren." She smiles and eyes Echo "Who is this?"
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