*Alr I gtg for maybe the rest of the day but here's Aces apperance*
*Bye! Looks awesome!!*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — making a smoothie for meta ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
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
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
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.
A tall girl walks into Claws and Paws. She has short curly brown hair and blue eyes. She has braces and appears very nervous, flinching away from everything. She wears a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants and you can’t really make out her figure. She wears tiny silver studs and black combat boots. She slouches down and walks near the walls as if trying to melt into the shadows.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
A girl walks into the claws and paws cafe. She has short black hair that is purple on the tips. Her eyes are yellow and feline and she has black cat ears and a tail. She wears black eyeliner and her lips are the same color. She wears a black sweater, a skirt, thigh high socks, fingerless gloves, and tall platform boots. Her claws are painted the color of the trans flag. She sits down at one of the tables
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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
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
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.
A girl walks into the claws and paws cafe. She has short black hair that is purple on the tips. Her eyes are yellow and feline and she has black cat ears and a tail. She wears black eyeliner and her lips are the same color. She wears a black sweater, a skirt, thigh high socks, fingerless gloves, and tall platform boots. Her claws are painted the color of the trans flag. She sits down at one of the tables
She sees a African American man in his early teens reading a book in a corner table, his feet propped up on the table
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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.
A girl walks into the claws and paws cafe. She has short black hair that is purple on the tips. Her eyes are yellow and feline and she has black cat ears and a tail. She wears black eyeliner and her lips are the same color. She wears a black sweater, a skirt, thigh high socks, fingerless gloves, and tall platform boots. Her claws are painted the color of the trans flag. She sits down at one of the tables
She sees a African American man in his early teens reading a book in a corner table, his feet propped up on the table
She gets up and goes over to him "What are you reading?"
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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
A girl walks into the claws and paws cafe. She has short black hair that is purple on the tips. Her eyes are yellow and feline and she has black cat ears and a tail. She wears black eyeliner and her lips are the same color. She wears a black sweater, a skirt, thigh high socks, fingerless gloves, and tall platform boots. Her claws are painted the color of the trans flag. She sits down at one of the tables
She sees a African American man in his early teens reading a book in a corner table, his feet propped up on the table
She gets up and goes over to him "What are you reading?"
He looks up with a blank expression “I forgot. Oh right. Mistborn.”
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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.
A girl walks into the claws and paws cafe. She has short black hair that is purple on the tips. Her eyes are yellow and feline and she has black cat ears and a tail. She wears black eyeliner and her lips are the same color. She wears a black sweater, a skirt, thigh high socks, fingerless gloves, and tall platform boots. Her claws are painted the color of the trans flag. She sits down at one of the tables
She sees a African American man in his early teens reading a book in a corner table, his feet propped up on the table
She gets up and goes over to him "What are you reading?"
He looks up with a blank expression “I forgot. Oh right. Mistborn.”
She sits next to him "tell me about it"
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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
A girl walks into the claws and paws cafe. She has short black hair that is purple on the tips. Her eyes are yellow and feline and she has black cat ears and a tail. She wears black eyeliner and her lips are the same color. She wears a black sweater, a skirt, thigh high socks, fingerless gloves, and tall platform boots. Her claws are painted the color of the trans flag. She sits down at one of the tables
She sees a African American man in his early teens reading a book in a corner table, his feet propped up on the table
She gets up and goes over to him "What are you reading?"
He looks up with a blank expression “I forgot. Oh right. Mistborn.”
She sits next to him "tell me about it"
He scoots away “I don’t like explaining things. Best to experience it yourself. I could loan it to you.”
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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.
A girl walks into the claws and paws cafe. She has short black hair that is purple on the tips. Her eyes are yellow and feline and she has black cat ears and a tail. She wears black eyeliner and her lips are the same color. She wears a black sweater, a skirt, thigh high socks, fingerless gloves, and tall platform boots. Her claws are painted the color of the trans flag. She sits down at one of the tables
She sees a African American man in his early teens reading a book in a corner table, his feet propped up on the table
She gets up and goes over to him "What are you reading?"
He looks up with a blank expression “I forgot. Oh right. Mistborn.”
She sits next to him "tell me about it"
He scoots away “I don’t like explaining things. Best to experience it yourself. I could loan it to you.”
She raises an eyebrow "can you at least tell me what genre"
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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
A girl walks into the claws and paws cafe. She has short black hair that is purple on the tips. Her eyes are yellow and feline and she has black cat ears and a tail. She wears black eyeliner and her lips are the same color. She wears a black sweater, a skirt, thigh high socks, fingerless gloves, and tall platform boots. Her claws are painted the color of the trans flag. She sits down at one of the tables
She sees a African American man in his early teens reading a book in a corner table, his feet propped up on the table
She gets up and goes over to him "What are you reading?"
He looks up with a blank expression “I forgot. Oh right. Mistborn.”
She sits next to him "tell me about it"
He scoots away “I don’t like explaining things. Best to experience it yourself. I could loan it to you.”
She raises an eyebrow "can you at least tell me what genre"
“Fantasy. A little bit of adventure.”
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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.
A girl walks into the claws and paws cafe. She has short black hair that is purple on the tips. Her eyes are yellow and feline and she has black cat ears and a tail. She wears black eyeliner and her lips are the same color. She wears a black sweater, a skirt, thigh high socks, fingerless gloves, and tall platform boots. Her claws are painted the color of the trans flag. She sits down at one of the tables
She sees a African American man in his early teens reading a book in a corner table, his feet propped up on the table
She gets up and goes over to him "What are you reading?"
He looks up with a blank expression “I forgot. Oh right. Mistborn.”
She sits next to him "tell me about it"
He scoots away “I don’t like explaining things. Best to experience it yourself. I could loan it to you.”
She raises an eyebrow "can you at least tell me what genre"
“Fantasy. A little bit of adventure.”
"My type of book then. So, what's your name?"
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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
A girl walks into the claws and paws cafe. She has short black hair that is purple on the tips. Her eyes are yellow and feline and she has black cat ears and a tail. She wears black eyeliner and her lips are the same color. She wears a black sweater, a skirt, thigh high socks, fingerless gloves, and tall platform boots. Her claws are painted the color of the trans flag. She sits down at one of the tables
She sees a African American man in his early teens reading a book in a corner table, his feet propped up on the table
She gets up and goes over to him "What are you reading?"
He looks up with a blank expression “I forgot. Oh right. Mistborn.”
She sits next to him "tell me about it"
He scoots away “I don’t like explaining things. Best to experience it yourself. I could loan it to you.”
She raises an eyebrow "can you at least tell me what genre"
“Fantasy. A little bit of adventure.”
"My type of book then. So, what's your name?"
“Jay.”
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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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
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*Alr I gtg for maybe the rest of the day but here's Aces apperance*
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*Bye! Looks awesome!!*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology undergrad, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
(hello)
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
*Freddy.*
Your local friendly stupid doop!
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!
(anyone on?)
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
*me*
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
*I should make a char.*
Your local friendly stupid doop!
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!
*never seen fnaf and don’t plan to*
A tall girl walks into Claws and Paws. She has short curly brown hair and blue eyes. She has braces and appears very nervous, flinching away from everything. She wears a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants and you can’t really make out her figure. She wears tiny silver studs and black combat boots. She slouches down and walks near the walls as if trying to melt into the shadows.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
A girl walks into the claws and paws cafe. She has short black hair that is purple on the tips. Her eyes are yellow and feline and she has black cat ears and a tail. She wears black eyeliner and her lips are the same color. She wears a black sweater, a skirt, thigh high socks, fingerless gloves, and tall platform boots. Her claws are painted the color of the trans flag. She sits down at one of the tables
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
(morning)
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
*it is indeed, morning time*
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
She sees a African American man in his early teens reading a book in a corner table, his feet propped up on the table
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
She gets up and goes over to him "What are you reading?"
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
He looks up with a blank expression “I forgot. Oh right. Mistborn.”
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
She sits next to him "tell me about it"
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
He scoots away “I don’t like explaining things. Best to experience it yourself. I could loan it to you.”
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
She raises an eyebrow "can you at least tell me what genre"
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
“Fantasy. A little bit of adventure.”
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"My type of book then. So, what's your name?"
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
“Jay.”
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow