The grim calls to him "Laddie, she doesn't speak until spoken to"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
There are no footprints in the grass, but in his fear, his senses are hyper-charged. He knows that it's here, drifting through the air like some sort of divine jellyfish. Just as he manages to possible get a bead on where it is, he feels it right behind him, its tendrils drifting against his skin. "Be not afeard, little culver..." comes a gentle whisper, as though all the pleasantness the beast's voice had lacked had been poured into the angel's.
*do you mind cutting? I’m on mobile ;-;*
As soon as it touches him, a thin protective barrier appears. One of his talismans around his neck is now glowing
The angel is suddenly revealed once more as it is pushed back. It seems to be some sort of machine incorporating golden steel and monochrome flesh from different creatures, some pitch black and some white as snow. It has no eyes or anything that would suggest it has any senses beyond touch. It drifts through the air weightlessly and near-silently. It simply floats there, its hands outstretched in a Christ-like position. He can hear its faint breathing still.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There are no footprints in the grass, but in his fear, his senses are hyper-charged. He knows that it's here, drifting through the air like some sort of divine jellyfish. Just as he manages to possible get a bead on where it is, he feels it right behind him, its tendrils drifting against his skin. "Be not afeard, little culver..." comes a gentle whisper, as though all the pleasantness the beast's voice had lacked had been poured into the angel's.
*do you mind cutting? I’m on mobile ;-;*
As soon as it touches him, a thin protective barrier appears. One of his talismans around his neck is now glowing
The angel is suddenly revealed once more as it is pushed back. It seems to be some sort of machine incorporating golden steel and monochrome flesh from different creatures, some pitch black and some white as snow. It has no eyes or anything that would suggest it has any senses beyond touch. It drifts through the air weightlessly and near-silently. It simply floats there, its hands outstretched in a Christ-like position. He can hear its faint breathing still.
“You’re no angel….” He mumbles, gripping something in his satchel
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The grim calls to him "Laddie, she doesn't speak until spoken to"
*thanks :)*
”I…uh…hello..”
"hello. I don't think I've met you before" her voice is small and faint
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
“You’re no angel….” He mumbles, gripping something in his satchel
"And there is no Heaven. And yet, I still exist." It speaks in a whisper, yet is clearly heard. It raises three hands from its left side to the sky as the clouds part, revealing the cold Autumn sun.
“You’re no angel….” He mumbles, gripping something in his satchel
"And there is no Heaven. And yet, I still exist." It speaks in a whisper, yet is clearly heard. It raises three hands from its left side to the sky as the clouds part, revealing the cold Autumn sun.
He takes a step or two back, gripping his talismans tightly
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The grim calls to him "Laddie, she doesn't speak until spoken to"
*thanks :)*
”I…uh…hello..”
"hello. I don't think I've met you before" her voice is small and faint
“No you haven’t. I’m new…”
"Oh! so how'd you die?"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The grim calls to him "Laddie, she doesn't speak until spoken to"
*thanks :)*
”I…uh…hello..”
"hello. I don't think I've met you before" her voice is small and faint
“No you haven’t. I’m new…”
"Oh! so how'd you die?"
“Betrayed by a friend….he stabbed me through the back…he watched the life leave my eyes as he smiled down at me….” He mumbles, eyes downcast.
*oop forgot he was dead* In the back of the cemetery the grim digs a new grave. "That's awful!" she gasps
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The grim calls to him "Laddie, she doesn't speak until spoken to"
*thanks :)*
”I…uh…hello..”
"hello. I don't think I've met you before" her voice is small and faint
“No you haven’t. I’m new…”
"Oh! so how'd you die?"
“Betrayed by a friend….he stabbed me through the back…he watched the life leave my eyes as he smiled down at me….” He mumbles, eyes downcast.
*oop forgot he was dead* In the back of the cemetery the grim digs a new grave. "That's awful!" she gasps
*wdym?*
Apollon keeps his eyes downcast
*didn't know* she pats him on the back. "It's okay, friend"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The grim calls to him "Laddie, she doesn't speak until spoken to"
*thanks :)*
”I…uh…hello..”
"hello. I don't think I've met you before" her voice is small and faint
“No you haven’t. I’m new…”
"Oh! so how'd you die?"
“Betrayed by a friend….he stabbed me through the back…he watched the life leave my eyes as he smiled down at me….” He mumbles, eyes downcast.
*oop forgot he was dead* In the back of the cemetery the grim digs a new grave. "That's awful!" she gasps
*wdym?*
Apollon keeps his eyes downcast
*didn't know* she pats him on the back. "It's okay, friend"
*ah. I thought like everyone here was dead-?*
He shrugs, shifting. “He does two days later…karma does really exist…”
"At least he's not here, right?"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He takes a step or two back, gripping his talismans tightly
It does not pursue him, but it does lower its hands. "Be not afraid... I mean you no harm." There is a flicker in reality as it disappears. Not invisible, just gone.
"But I cannot allow you to lay a hand on me or my ward." It suddenly reappears right in front of him, gripping his wrists. The barrier strains against its strength. Somehow, despite the barrier being intact and still providing protection, he can feel its touch against his arms. Its false face is inches from him. "I will let go when you do. Until then, we will stay like this."
*Cut for theren* "Are you a ghost or a corporeal?"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He takes a step or two back, gripping his talismans tightly
It does not pursue him, but it does lower its hands. "Be not afraid... I mean you no harm." There is a flicker in reality as it disappears. Not invisible, just gone.
"But I cannot allow you to lay a hand on me or my ward." It suddenly reappears right in front of him, gripping his wrists. The barrier strains against its strength. Somehow, despite the barrier being intact and still providing protection, he can feel its touch against his arms. Its false face is inches from him. "I will let go when you do. Until then, we will stay like this."
His hazel eyes flash white. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with…”
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*cut for theren*
She waves back.
The grim calls to him "Laddie, she doesn't speak until spoken to"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*thanks :)*
”I…uh…hello..”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The angel is suddenly revealed once more as it is pushed back. It seems to be some sort of machine incorporating golden steel and monochrome flesh from different creatures, some pitch black and some white as snow. It has no eyes or anything that would suggest it has any senses beyond touch. It drifts through the air weightlessly and near-silently. It simply floats there, its hands outstretched in a Christ-like position. He can hear its faint breathing still.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“You’re no angel….” He mumbles, gripping something in his satchel
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"hello. I don't think I've met you before" her voice is small and faint
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"And there is no Heaven. And yet, I still exist." It speaks in a whisper, yet is clearly heard. It raises three hands from its left side to the sky as the clouds part, revealing the cold Autumn sun.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“No you haven’t. I’m new…”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He takes a step or two back, gripping his talismans tightly
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh! so how'd you die?"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
“Betrayed by a friend….he stabbed me through the back…he watched the life leave my eyes as he smiled down at me….” He mumbles, eyes downcast.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*oop forgot he was dead*
In the back of the cemetery the grim digs a new grave.
"That's awful!" she gasps
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*wdym?*
Apollon keeps his eyes downcast
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*didn't know*
she pats him on the back. "It's okay, friend"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*ah. I thought like everyone here was dead-?*
He shrugs, shifting. “He does two days later…karma does really exist…”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"At least he's not here, right?"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
It does not pursue him, but it does lower its hands. "Be not afraid... I mean you no harm." There is a flicker in reality as it disappears. Not invisible, just gone.
"But I cannot allow you to lay a hand on me or my ward." It suddenly reappears right in front of him, gripping his wrists. The barrier strains against its strength. Somehow, despite the barrier being intact and still providing protection, he can feel its touch against his arms. Its false face is inches from him. "I will let go when you do. Until then, we will stay like this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He shrugs. “If he is. I’ll gut him myself.@ he says with a slight snarl
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Cut for theren*
"Are you a ghost or a corporeal?"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
His hazel eyes flash white. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with…”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Whichever can interact with real world objects. That’s the one I am.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.