Mother is in the kitchen, staring at a lighter in her hands. She rubs her gloved hands over her eyes as she stares at it.
Daughter is in the attic, sorting books while humming a tuneless melody.
Mezzoni is walking around the main floor.
Valentine approaches him
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Mother is in the kitchen, staring at a lighter in her hands. She rubs her gloved hands over her eyes as she stares at it.
Daughter is in the attic, sorting books while humming a tuneless melody.
Mezzoni is walking around the main floor.
Valentine approaches him
Mezzoni stares at her and sighs "What are you doing up here?..."
"I... I was wondering if you needed me"
*Attachment issues go brr*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Colt is still in the boiler room, curled up infront of the roaring fire that boils the water
The real Father, chained to a chair behind him, begins to quietly sing a song from the war about ashes, great balls of fire, and an orange-colored sky.
(welp, i'm not going to have fun for the next hour)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
(welp, i'm not going to have fun for the next hour)
wdym?
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Deep within the Sanctum of this living layer of hell, Is the room of one o the patients. Inside is a strange man, looking to be in his early-thirties, The top of his normally pure white outfit has been ripped into two and falls onto his lower body, which still has the long white jeans. He seems to be punching the wall in front of him, his hands blistered and bloodied and himself smiling at his work; A Strange bloody mural of his mind. He speaks, his voice low and haunting.
Colt is still in the boiler room, curled up infront of the roaring fire that boils the water
The real Father, chained to a chair behind him, begins to quietly sing a song from the war about ashes, great balls of fire, and an orange-colored sky.
Colt hums along a bit
When the song ends, Father looks up for the first time in years. "I'm sorry if I upset you, Colt. I just want you to be safe and happy. You understand that, right?" His voice is old and raspy.
(welp, i'm not going to have fun for the next hour)
wdym?
(classes :< )
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Mother is in the kitchen, staring at a lighter in her hands. She rubs her gloved hands over her eyes as she stares at it.
Daughter is in the attic, sorting books while humming a tuneless melody.
Mezzoni is walking around the main floor.
Valentine approaches him
Mezzoni stares at her and sighs "What are you doing up here?..."
"I... I was wondering if you needed me"
*Attachment issues go brr*
He grumbles and pinches the bridge of his nose. "No dear.."
"I'm sorry sir" she looks off.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Anywhoozle, interactions open.*
Mother is in the kitchen, staring at a lighter in her hands. She rubs her gloved hands over her eyes as she stares at it.
Daughter is in the attic, sorting books while humming a tuneless melody.
Mezzoni is walking around the main floor.
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"Are you okay dear? I was a bit worried about you." She said.
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Valentine approaches him
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"you can shuffle the building around?!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
Mezzoni stares at her and sighs "What are you doing up here?..."
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"It comes with owning the building. But yeah, and it's very cool."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I... I was wondering if you needed me"
*Attachment issues go brr*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Colt hums along a bit
"Woah....."
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
(welp, i'm not going to have fun for the next hour)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
wdym?
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*New Introduction goes Crazy*
Deep within the Sanctum of this living layer of hell, Is the room of one o the patients. Inside is a strange man, looking to be in his early-thirties, The top of his normally pure white outfit has been ripped into two and falls onto his lower body, which still has the long white jeans. He seems to be punching the wall in front of him, his hands blistered and bloodied and himself smiling at his work; A Strange bloody mural of his mind. He speaks, his voice low and haunting.
``Beeeaaaauuuutiful.`` The man spoke.
Life's amusing and it knows
When the song ends, Father looks up for the first time in years. "I'm sorry if I upset you, Colt. I just want you to be safe and happy. You understand that, right?" His voice is old and raspy.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He grumbles and pinches the bridge of his nose. "No dear.."
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"Just... thinking I guess..." he says, his usual energy much more subdued lately
(classes :< )
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*Hey guys. I'm going to take a break for a bit. I don't feel mentally well right now.
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The faerie's scroll seems like an unintelligible form of Ogham, unless the person reading it crosses their eyes and reads it upside down....
In which case it is revealed to be a book about various insects, comparing their taste, crunchiness, and where they can be found.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, Creator of the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"I'm sorry sir" she looks off.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, waluigiβs #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I can change it 'round some too. Different wallpapers, music, furniture... stuff like that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels