*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
*Who should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
The cowboy raises his head. His face is tanned with freckles and hazel eyes, and his hair is a dark brown and flips out to the sides of his head. "Howdy." He tips his maroon hat.
“Howdy.” He greets him, giving the cowboy a small smile. “Mind if I sit?”
"Be my guest." He scoots over a bit. "And yer name?"
He sighs. “Devin. Yours?”
"Buttons. Pleasure." Buttons smiles with the corners of his mouth and pockets his knife.
“Oh. How did you get here? Buttons is an odd name.”
"Died a couple hundred years ago. Buttons is a nickname."
“I died… thirty or so years ago? Died young. Tragic accident.”
"Huh, guess I just haven't seen ya around then." Buttons points to his chest. "I lost a duel. Six shots in my chest. I guess ya can't be top dog forever." He chuckles lowly.
“And you’re a cowboy? What time period?”
"Hard to tell fer certain, I don't think I even come from the same yu-nee-verse as you."
“Different universes. Makes sense.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*IT'S HERE. Sorry I didn't get to that landscape design on time Sel.*
Sitting under one of the dead trees scattered about the graveyard is a young cowboy wrapped in linen. His form is transparent, and he doesn't look all there. A soul. He is donned in a maroon cowboy suit and hat, with two silver .44's strapped to his toolbet. His hat covers his face while he whistles and carves an apple. The linen on his body is wrapped around his chest, with six bloodstains near the gunslinger's heart.
*Who should I do… Hmmmmmmmmm…*
A young sixteen year old boy wearing a skull t-shirt flickers in and out of existence, as he walks up to the cowboy. His form is transparent, he seems to be a ghost. It looks like there are tendrils of shadows at his feet, grounding him. He looks ready to fly away.
The cowboy raises his head. His face is tanned with freckles and hazel eyes, and his hair is a dark brown and flips out to the sides of his head. "Howdy." He tips his maroon hat.
“Howdy.” He greets him, giving the cowboy a small smile. “Mind if I sit?”
"Be my guest." He scoots over a bit. "And yer name?"
He sighs. “Devin. Yours?”
"Buttons. Pleasure." Buttons smiles with the corners of his mouth and pockets his knife.
“Oh. How did you get here? Buttons is an odd name.”
"Died a couple hundred years ago. Buttons is a nickname."
“I died… thirty or so years ago? Died young. Tragic accident.”
"Huh, guess I just haven't seen ya around then." Buttons points to his chest. "I lost a duel. Six shots in my chest. I guess ya can't be top dog forever." He chuckles lowly.
“And you’re a cowboy? What time period?”
"Hard to tell fer certain, I don't think I even come from the same yu-nee-verse as you."
“Different universes. Makes sense.”
"Yeah, that's it. Still been here a long time, though. How old were ya when ya died?"
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
"Somethin' o' the sort. A kid. Died pretty young, he says."
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
"Somethin' o' the sort. A kid. Died pretty young, he says."
“Ah fun. How’s your day been, anyway?” Fanny’s tight curls bounce as she heads over to the kid, “Who might you be?”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
"Somethin' o' the sort. A kid. Died pretty young, he says."
“Ah fun. How’s your day been, anyway?” Fanny’s tight curls bounce as she heads over to the kid, “Who might you be?”
"Same old, same old. Greetin new faces, greetin old faces." He chuckles. "How 'bout you?"
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
"Somethin' o' the sort. A kid. Died pretty young, he says."
“Ah fun. How’s your day been, anyway?” Fanny’s tight curls bounce as she heads over to the kid, “Who might you be?”
“The name’s Devin.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
"Somethin' o' the sort. A kid. Died pretty young, he says."
“Ah fun. How’s your day been, anyway?” Fanny’s tight curls bounce as she heads over to the kid, “Who might you be?”
“The name’s Devin.”
“Nice to meet you, Devin, I’m Fanny.” She offers the platter, “I’d shake your hand, but…”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
"Somethin' o' the sort. A kid. Died pretty young, he says."
“Ah fun. How’s your day been, anyway?” Fanny’s tight curls bounce as she heads over to the kid, “Who might you be?”
“The name’s Devin.”
“Nice to meet you, Devin, I’m Fanny.” She offers the platter, “I’d shake your hand, but…”
He chuckles. “Nice to meet you too.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
"Somethin' o' the sort. A kid. Died pretty young, he says."
“Ah fun. How’s your day been, anyway?” Fanny’s tight curls bounce as she heads over to the kid, “Who might you be?”
“The name’s Devin.”
“Nice to meet you, Devin, I’m Fanny.” She offers the platter, “I’d shake your hand, but…”
He chuckles. “Nice to meet you too.”
“Want anything? I’ve got more at the House.”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
"Somethin' o' the sort. A kid. Died pretty young, he says."
“Ah fun. How’s your day been, anyway?” Fanny’s tight curls bounce as she heads over to the kid, “Who might you be?”
“The name’s Devin.”
“Nice to meet you, Devin, I’m Fanny.” She offers the platter, “I’d shake your hand, but…”
He chuckles. “Nice to meet you too.”
“Want anything? I’ve got more at the House.”
“I mean, I’m a ghost, so I can’t really eat anything, which is the main thing I want. God… I’m so hungry. I was starving when I died, and getting shot did not make that any better.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
"Somethin' o' the sort. A kid. Died pretty young, he says."
“Ah fun. How’s your day been, anyway?” Fanny’s tight curls bounce as she heads over to the kid, “Who might you be?”
“The name’s Devin.”
“Nice to meet you, Devin, I’m Fanny.” She offers the platter, “I’d shake your hand, but…”
He chuckles. “Nice to meet you too.”
“Want anything? I’ve got more at the House.”
“I mean, I’m a ghost, so I can’t really eat anything, which is the main thing I want. God… I’m so hungry. I was starving when I died, and getting shot did not make that any better.”
“You’re not a ghost, you’re a Soul. There’s a difference. Souls can do things ghosts cannot, there is a slight difference. Do you know your Tether?”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
"Somethin' o' the sort. A kid. Died pretty young, he says."
“Ah fun. How’s your day been, anyway?” Fanny’s tight curls bounce as she heads over to the kid, “Who might you be?”
“The name’s Devin.”
“Nice to meet you, Devin, I’m Fanny.” She offers the platter, “I’d shake your hand, but…”
He chuckles. “Nice to meet you too.”
“Want anything? I’ve got more at the House.”
“I mean, I’m a ghost, so I can’t really eat anything, which is the main thing I want. God… I’m so hungry. I was starving when I died, and getting shot did not make that any better.”
“You’re not a ghost, you’re a Soul. There’s a difference. Souls can do things ghosts cannot, there is a slight difference. Do you know your Tether?”
“Yep. My powers.” He points to the ghostly black chains pulling him down. “They’re of some other place, not from where I should be going. They don’t want to go there. So they weigh me down.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
"Somethin' o' the sort. A kid. Died pretty young, he says."
“Ah fun. How’s your day been, anyway?” Fanny’s tight curls bounce as she heads over to the kid, “Who might you be?”
“The name’s Devin.”
“Nice to meet you, Devin, I’m Fanny.” She offers the platter, “I’d shake your hand, but…”
He chuckles. “Nice to meet you too.”
“Want anything? I’ve got more at the House.”
“I mean, I’m a ghost, so I can’t really eat anything, which is the main thing I want. God… I’m so hungry. I was starving when I died, and getting shot did not make that any better.”
“You’re not a ghost, you’re a Soul. There’s a difference. Souls can do things ghosts cannot, there is a slight difference. Do you know your Tether?”
“Yep. My powers.” He points to the ghostly black chains pulling him down. “They’re of some other place, not from where I should be going. They don’t want to go there. So they weigh me down.”
“i see…” Fanny starts, “that’ll be a bit harder, but the Keeper will find a way to help, if you wish. That’s what they do.”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
"Somethin' o' the sort. A kid. Died pretty young, he says."
“Ah fun. How’s your day been, anyway?” Fanny’s tight curls bounce as she heads over to the kid, “Who might you be?”
“The name’s Devin.”
“Nice to meet you, Devin, I’m Fanny.” She offers the platter, “I’d shake your hand, but…”
He chuckles. “Nice to meet you too.”
“Want anything? I’ve got more at the House.”
“I mean, I’m a ghost, so I can’t really eat anything, which is the main thing I want. God… I’m so hungry. I was starving when I died, and getting shot did not make that any better.”
“You’re not a ghost, you’re a Soul. There’s a difference. Souls can do things ghosts cannot, there is a slight difference. Do you know your Tether?”
“Yep. My powers.” He points to the ghostly black chains pulling him down. “They’re of some other place, not from where I should be going. They don’t want to go there. So they weigh me down.”
“i see…” Fanny starts, “that’ll be a bit harder, but the Keeper will find a way to help, if you wish. That’s what they do.”
“Really?” He looks hopeful. “Wait… I have friends here too. I have to wait for them.”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
"Somethin' o' the sort. A kid. Died pretty young, he says."
“Ah fun. How’s your day been, anyway?” Fanny’s tight curls bounce as she heads over to the kid, “Who might you be?”
“The name’s Devin.”
“Nice to meet you, Devin, I’m Fanny.” She offers the platter, “I’d shake your hand, but…”
He chuckles. “Nice to meet you too.”
“Want anything? I’ve got more at the House.”
“I mean, I’m a ghost, so I can’t really eat anything, which is the main thing I want. God… I’m so hungry. I was starving when I died, and getting shot did not make that any better.”
“You’re not a ghost, you’re a Soul. There’s a difference. Souls can do things ghosts cannot, there is a slight difference. Do you know your Tether?”
“Yep. My powers.” He points to the ghostly black chains pulling him down. “They’re of some other place, not from where I should be going. They don’t want to go there. So they weigh me down.”
“i see…” Fanny starts, “that’ll be a bit harder, but the Keeper will find a way to help, if you wish. That’s what they do.”
“Really?” He looks hopeful. “Wait… I have friends here too. I have to wait for them.”
“I don’t know how to say this gently, you’d think it would get easier, but…they might not come. They might be able to Go On, and you’ll just be stuck here forever waiting.”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
“I don’t know how to say this gently, you’d think it would get easier, but…they might not come. They might be able to Go On, and you’ll just be stuck here forever waiting.”
“They’re not dead yet, though. I died young…”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
“I don’t know how to say this gently, you’d think it would get easier, but…they might not come. They might be able to Go On, and you’ll just be stuck here forever waiting.”
“They’re not dead yet, though. I died young…”
“Still, dearest, remember that,” Fanny places the platter of treats in front of him, “I’ll be in the House if you change your mind.”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
“I don’t know how to say this gently, you’d think it would get easier, but…they might not come. They might be able to Go On, and you’ll just be stuck here forever waiting.”
“They’re not dead yet, though. I died young…”
“Still, dearest, remember that,” Fanny places the platter of treats in front of him, “I’ll be in the House if you change your mind.”
“Thank you…”
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
“Different universes. Makes sense.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
"Yeah, that's it. Still been here a long time, though. How old were ya when ya died?"
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
*you’re fine, grad, I just didn’t know if you had disappeared again or not*
Fanny approaches Buttons, carrying a platter of toffee bars, “Have we got ourselves a newcomer there?”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
*its here!*
*I cannot for the life of me choose a favorite dead thread, so I’ll go with one I’m sure is contending for the top spot: the Bloody Barnacle*
"Somethin' o' the sort. A kid. Died pretty young, he says."
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
“Ah fun. How’s your day been, anyway?” Fanny’s tight curls bounce as she heads over to the kid, “Who might you be?”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
"Same old, same old. Greetin new faces, greetin old faces." He chuckles. "How 'bout you?"
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
“The name’s Devin.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“Same old as well, Keeper is getting irritable again, they’re too restless for their own good.” She offers Buttons a treat.
“Nice to meet you, Devin, I’m Fanny.” She offers the platter, “I’d shake your hand, but…”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
He chuckles. “Nice to meet you too.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“Want anything? I’ve got more at the House.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
“I mean, I’m a ghost, so I can’t really eat anything, which is the main thing I want. God… I’m so hungry. I was starving when I died, and getting shot did not make that any better.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“You’re not a ghost, you’re a Soul. There’s a difference. Souls can do things ghosts cannot, there is a slight difference. Do you know your Tether?”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
“Yep. My powers.” He points to the ghostly black chains pulling him down. “They’re of some other place, not from where I should be going. They don’t want to go there. So they weigh me down.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“i see…” Fanny starts, “that’ll be a bit harder, but the Keeper will find a way to help, if you wish. That’s what they do.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
“Really?” He looks hopeful. “Wait… I have friends here too. I have to wait for them.”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“I don’t know how to say this gently, you’d think it would get easier, but…they might not come. They might be able to Go On, and you’ll just be stuck here forever waiting.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
“They’re not dead yet, though. I died young…”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
“Still, dearest, remember that,” Fanny places the platter of treats in front of him, “I’ll be in the House if you change your mind.”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
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@Irunwithskissors
“Thank you…”
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!