GrowingIvy

Welcome to the real world brother

METEOR YOU MADLAD

Alas, alas, the time has come! Freedom! I’m sure my poems will not be missed, and I’m sure my leading of various places at various times have been less than memorable. But! Some of you at least, I do like. And I can only hope that maybe I'll start getting some dm’s from people, besides whenever they need something from me. Honestly, it’s been a long time a’coming. From the days of Darrowmere to the nights of Vortice, to my little times with my tailor shops in-between. I’ve had fun! And also, not had fun. This server is stressful, and I've got other things to handle besides this! Other servers, a job, school, and soon, college applications. But I’ve had good memories, so I cannot just leave without a proper goodbye! I wish I could name off all those that have made it memorable, but there’s far too many. As well, I can only think of those that made it memorable for bad reasons- they know who they are, I’m sure. And now, Athri’s off to far lands. Mirabella’s off writing. Cin’s off napping with the flowers. Valentina’s off baking. Pep is off in a corner, unseen. Myan’s off drinking. Kylah’s off watching her family from afar. Aimee’s off wandering. Roshia’s off developing her wares. And Frosya, why she’s off playing in the snow. These are just some of the characters that I’ve played, through good and bad. And now, they all have their rest. <3, neobambino neoroseo neopolatin Or, just Ivy.

The Rabbit stood, a look on her face. A look of thought, one might think. A former Monarch and leader herself, the Onfroi mused; "I wish I could go back to the way things were when I was young... how I loved those days." Were the words she spoke. "Now, perhaps it is time I finally get to having that tea we had spoken of." And off she went, to write a letter.

The young Valentina Bojo at once began to harass her father about attending, hoping nothing else would arise! "Pa! I wanna make them a cake! Or cookies! Or pie!" The girl squeaked, naming all the goods she could think of.

“Oft like a colosseum, people are built brick by brick. Oft like a colosseum, those bricks may crumble. One simple brick will cause the fall. One simple brick may not be of importance, but compared to man, it is everything. Like crows looming over the plagued, the brick awaits it’s pull. And tumble-down they go, no hurdles stopping their descent. The other bricks are deprived of support, bumbling along with no guidance. Jostled and cracked; they break.” The rough cacophonous scratching of a metal to paper was heard from unknown chambers, words freshly written in the color of deep crimson. Upon drying was the ink of a simple brown color, that of which reeked of rust. Low-lying was the writer; a woman of both secrecy yet renown. These oracular words left much to be deciphered, for their mistress shall prowl- waiting for the whispers of the curious and keen. The murmurs of those who question with no answers. The answers seeked are jailed; locked away in the prison of one’s mind. Chills wrack the white blanketed domain, that same rough scratching accompanying it. For there a Princess of Winter plagued herself with work.

A sister, a Princess of Winter, grinned wildly with a sharp smile. Off she went, gathering all the paper and quills she could, yet; no ink.

Auriane du Lauzon recalls being stopped and asked about the man... alas, she knew nothing.

Yes And strawberry lemonade sugar cookies

because im better than you duh also probably because you disappeared

im sad because i burnt cookies that would've been for my coworkers and need something to take my mind off it. AMA lol

why are you like this