O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Free room, board, and food. The chance of fame, travel, and renown. Whatever tips and admissions you receive from your act."
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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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Free room, board, and food. The chance of fame, travel, and renown. Whatever tips and admissions you receive from your act."
“How do we join?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Free room, board, and food. The chance of fame, travel, and renown. Whatever tips and admissions you receive from your act."
“How do we join?”
"Just a simple handshake." he holds out his hand.
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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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Free room, board, and food. The chance of fame, travel, and renown. Whatever tips and admissions you receive from your act."
“How do we join?”
"Just a simple handshake." he holds out his hand.
“I’m not selling my soul or anything. Right?” Fedwig looks at his hand suspiciously
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Free room, board, and food. The chance of fame, travel, and renown. Whatever tips and admissions you receive from your act."
“How do we join?”
"Just a simple handshake." he holds out his hand.
“I’m not selling my soul or anything. Right?” Fedwig looks at his hand suspiciously
"Of course not! The terms are as follows. You work at the circus, travel around with us, such and such. If and when you decide to leave, you may."
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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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Free room, board, and food. The chance of fame, travel, and renown. Whatever tips and admissions you receive from your act."
“How do we join?”
"Just a simple handshake." he holds out his hand.
“I’m not selling my soul or anything. Right?” Fedwig looks at his hand suspiciously
"Of course not! The terms are as follows. You work at the circus, travel around with us, such and such. If and when you decide to leave, you may."
“Good. I don’t need to do that again.” He shakes his head and fedwig shakes it with a tiny metal paw “Flint Glenwood. And this is Fedwig.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*sorry thanks* A small trickle of water leads from a small tent that you haven't been in before.
“Well… that’s not peculiar at all…” Philip then goes to investigate
The tent is shiny green and black, with a sign that says "A Real Life Mermaid!" with some smaller text below that reads: announce yourself before you enter, and don't make any sudden, loud noises.
“Oh… uhm… Hello… you have company. I’m Philip”
Inside is a largeish glass tank of water with sediment, shells, and seagrass adorning the inside. And there, inside, is a mermaid, scaly green tail stirring up the water. Her hair is short and black, and she has a blindfold on. Somehow, you can hear her voice through the water, clear as day. "Hello, Phillip"
“That’s… kinda cool… you’re pretty” Philip compliments, sitting in front of her tank
"Free room, board, and food. The chance of fame, travel, and renown. Whatever tips and admissions you receive from your act."
“How do we join?”
"Just a simple handshake." he holds out his hand.
“I’m not selling my soul or anything. Right?” Fedwig looks at his hand suspiciously
"Of course not! The terms are as follows. You work at the circus, travel around with us, such and such. If and when you decide to leave, you may."
“Good. I don’t need to do that again.” He shakes his head and fedwig shakes it with a tiny metal paw “Flint Glenwood. And this is Fedwig.”
"You may call me Nari."
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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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*sorry thanks* A small trickle of water leads from a small tent that you haven't been in before.
“Well… that’s not peculiar at all…” Philip then goes to investigate
The tent is shiny green and black, with a sign that says "A Real Life Mermaid!" with some smaller text below that reads: announce yourself before you enter, and don't make any sudden, loud noises.
“Oh… uhm… Hello… you have company. I’m Philip”
Inside is a largeish glass tank of water with sediment, shells, and seagrass adorning the inside. And there, inside, is a mermaid, scaly green tail stirring up the water. Her hair is short and black, and she has a blindfold on. Somehow, you can hear her voice through the water, clear as day. "Hello, Phillip"
“That’s… kinda cool… you’re pretty” Philip compliments, sitting in front of her tank
"Thank you." she smiles a fangy grin
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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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Free room, board, and food. The chance of fame, travel, and renown. Whatever tips and admissions you receive from your act."
“How do we join?”
"Just a simple handshake." he holds out his hand.
“I’m not selling my soul or anything. Right?” Fedwig looks at his hand suspiciously
"Of course not! The terms are as follows. You work at the circus, travel around with us, such and such. If and when you decide to leave, you may."
“Good. I don’t need to do that again.” He shakes his head and fedwig shakes it with a tiny metal paw “Flint Glenwood. And this is Fedwig.”
"You may call me Nari."
“Nice ta meetcha.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*sorry thanks* A small trickle of water leads from a small tent that you haven't been in before.
“Well… that’s not peculiar at all…” Philip then goes to investigate
The tent is shiny green and black, with a sign that says "A Real Life Mermaid!" with some smaller text below that reads: announce yourself before you enter, and don't make any sudden, loud noises.
“Oh… uhm… Hello… you have company. I’m Philip”
Inside is a largeish glass tank of water with sediment, shells, and seagrass adorning the inside. And there, inside, is a mermaid, scaly green tail stirring up the water. Her hair is short and black, and she has a blindfold on. Somehow, you can hear her voice through the water, clear as day. "Hello, Phillip"
“That’s… kinda cool… you’re pretty” Philip compliments, sitting in front of her tank
*sorry thanks* A small trickle of water leads from a small tent that you haven't been in before.
“Well… that’s not peculiar at all…” Philip then goes to investigate
The tent is shiny green and black, with a sign that says "A Real Life Mermaid!" with some smaller text below that reads: announce yourself before you enter, and don't make any sudden, loud noises.
“Oh… uhm… Hello… you have company. I’m Philip”
Inside is a largeish glass tank of water with sediment, shells, and seagrass adorning the inside. And there, inside, is a mermaid, scaly green tail stirring up the water. Her hair is short and black, and she has a blindfold on. Somehow, you can hear her voice through the water, clear as day. "Hello, Phillip"
“That’s… kinda cool… you’re pretty” Philip compliments, sitting in front of her tank
"Thank you." she smiles a fangy grin
“Why do ya got a blindfold?”
"It looks mysterious, and I cannot see anyways"
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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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Free room, board, and food. The chance of fame, travel, and renown. Whatever tips and admissions you receive from your act."
“How do we join?”
"Just a simple handshake." he holds out his hand.
“I’m not selling my soul or anything. Right?” Fedwig looks at his hand suspiciously
"Of course not! The terms are as follows. You work at the circus, travel around with us, such and such. If and when you decide to leave, you may."
“Good. I don’t need to do that again.” He shakes his head and fedwig shakes it with a tiny metal paw “Flint Glenwood. And this is Fedwig.”
"You may call me Nari."
“Nice ta meetcha.”
"Charmed."
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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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*sorry thanks* A small trickle of water leads from a small tent that you haven't been in before.
“Well… that’s not peculiar at all…” Philip then goes to investigate
The tent is shiny green and black, with a sign that says "A Real Life Mermaid!" with some smaller text below that reads: announce yourself before you enter, and don't make any sudden, loud noises.
“Oh… uhm… Hello… you have company. I’m Philip”
Inside is a largeish glass tank of water with sediment, shells, and seagrass adorning the inside. And there, inside, is a mermaid, scaly green tail stirring up the water. Her hair is short and black, and she has a blindfold on. Somehow, you can hear her voice through the water, clear as day. "Hello, Phillip"
“That’s… kinda cool… you’re pretty” Philip compliments, sitting in front of her tank
"Thank you." she smiles a fangy grin
“Why do ya got a blindfold?”
"It looks mysterious, and I cannot see anyways"
“Sign says you’re a mermaid. That’s cool. I’m a Pheonix. Well, not like a bird bird- it’s… it’s complicated…”
*sorry thanks* A small trickle of water leads from a small tent that you haven't been in before.
“Well… that’s not peculiar at all…” Philip then goes to investigate
The tent is shiny green and black, with a sign that says "A Real Life Mermaid!" with some smaller text below that reads: announce yourself before you enter, and don't make any sudden, loud noises.
“Oh… uhm… Hello… you have company. I’m Philip”
Inside is a largeish glass tank of water with sediment, shells, and seagrass adorning the inside. And there, inside, is a mermaid, scaly green tail stirring up the water. Her hair is short and black, and she has a blindfold on. Somehow, you can hear her voice through the water, clear as day. "Hello, Phillip"
“That’s… kinda cool… you’re pretty” Philip compliments, sitting in front of her tank
"Thank you." she smiles a fangy grin
“Why do ya got a blindfold?”
"It looks mysterious, and I cannot see anyways"
“Sign says you’re a mermaid. That’s cool. I’m a Pheonix. Well, not like a bird bird- it’s… it’s complicated…”
"It seems so."
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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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Free room, board, and food. The chance of fame, travel, and renown. Whatever tips and admissions you receive from your act."
“How do we join?”
"Just a simple handshake." he holds out his hand.
“I’m not selling my soul or anything. Right?” Fedwig looks at his hand suspiciously
"Of course not! The terms are as follows. You work at the circus, travel around with us, such and such. If and when you decide to leave, you may."
“Good. I don’t need to do that again.” He shakes his head and fedwig shakes it with a tiny metal paw “Flint Glenwood. And this is Fedwig.”
"You may call me Nari."
“Nice ta meetcha.”
"Charmed."
“I’ll be setting up shop then.” He walks out
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
*sorry thanks* A small trickle of water leads from a small tent that you haven't been in before.
“Well… that’s not peculiar at all…” Philip then goes to investigate
The tent is shiny green and black, with a sign that says "A Real Life Mermaid!" with some smaller text below that reads: announce yourself before you enter, and don't make any sudden, loud noises.
“Oh… uhm… Hello… you have company. I’m Philip”
Inside is a largeish glass tank of water with sediment, shells, and seagrass adorning the inside. And there, inside, is a mermaid, scaly green tail stirring up the water. Her hair is short and black, and she has a blindfold on. Somehow, you can hear her voice through the water, clear as day. "Hello, Phillip"
“That’s… kinda cool… you’re pretty” Philip compliments, sitting in front of her tank
"Thank you." she smiles a fangy grin
“Why do ya got a blindfold?”
"It looks mysterious, and I cannot see anyways"
“Sign says you’re a mermaid. That’s cool. I’m a Pheonix. Well, not like a bird bird- it’s… it’s complicated…”
A new tent has been erected. Fishnets serve as a makeshift curtain door and smoke billows out of of the top. A sign outside reads, "THE MARVELOUS MR. & MRS. PERNETTE! COME SEE THE CROCODILIAN CHOIR AND THE CALLIOPE OF FLAMES!" A small clay toad shaped jug squats on a stool and written on its bulbous belly is, "2 cp please".
A bar tent has been made. Several jugs line the back shelf, all labeled with various kinds of drinks, some alcoholic, others not. The sign says “FLINT AND FEDWIG’S DRINK STAND. ALL AGES ARE WELCOME” in much smaller text it says “Come to the back of you want something…different. NO MINORS”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
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”and how much are the performers paid?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Free room, board, and food. The chance of fame, travel, and renown. Whatever tips and admissions you receive from your act."
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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“How do we join?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Just a simple handshake." he holds out his hand.
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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“I’m not selling my soul or anything. Right?” Fedwig looks at his hand suspiciously
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Of course not! The terms are as follows. You work at the circus, travel around with us, such and such. If and when you decide to leave, you may."
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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Good. I don’t need to do that again.” He shakes his head and fedwig shakes it with a tiny metal paw “Flint Glenwood. And this is Fedwig.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“That’s… kinda cool… you’re pretty” Philip compliments, sitting in front of her tank
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"You may call me Nari."
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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Thank you." she smiles a fangy grin
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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Nice ta meetcha.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Why do ya got a blindfold?”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"It looks mysterious, and I cannot see anyways"
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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Charmed."
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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Sign says you’re a mermaid. That’s cool. I’m a Pheonix. Well, not like a bird bird- it’s… it’s complicated…”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"It seems so."
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, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“I’ll be setting up shop then.” He walks out
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Are you one of Robin’s new employees?”
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Whimsy*
A new tent has been erected. Fishnets serve as a makeshift curtain door and smoke billows out of of the top. A sign outside reads, "THE MARVELOUS MR. & MRS. PERNETTE! COME SEE THE CROCODILIAN CHOIR AND THE CALLIOPE OF FLAMES!" A small clay toad shaped jug squats on a stool and written on its bulbous belly is, "2 cp please".
A bar tent has been made. Several jugs line the back shelf, all labeled with various kinds of drinks, some alcoholic, others not. The sign says “FLINT AND FEDWIG’S DRINK STAND. ALL AGES ARE WELCOME” in much smaller text it says “Come to the back of you want something…different. NO MINORS”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow