Philip |⚡| The Crying Children

🗡️🔥 ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ "Rain, Rain, Rain, A storm comes our way, and those who rise through distorted lies, But we like to point blame, It's easier to blame? Just swallow all your morals, they are a poor mans quality." ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ #Pmtwt

I could mog Pluto

@galaxychild155 Sure thing, I'll share sum

@EnsembleCello That a lot though, what if you say you will share some 😊😊

The Ensemble won't let me buy 50 big macs, life is worthless

// Currently writing my own versions of each Ensemble members fight with the Patron Librarians!

@DanaeriSweeper (With a heavy but short sigh, He knelt down to eye level with the Sweeper and 'stared' towards them.) "Ah... and You are unsatisfied with the gifted pain that the second violin had conjured upon yourself?"

@EnsembleCello - (Their already quiet voice becomes quieter still.) "...I am not used to feeling pain. This body has many nerves, and he seems to take great delight in ripping at them out of the slightest displeasure." "It has only been days, and yet it has already made a coward of me."

[int for @EnsembleCello] (Tucked away mostly out of sight, in a hidden corner of the Ensemble's encampment, one of Jae-heon's puppets is unattended. The strange one, with a Sweeper's right arm and several matching eyes in an otherwise standard fleshy face and form.) +

@YestrdayPromise Fuck up Planet

@EnsembleCello Stupid stupid fat wax boy

@DanaeriSweeper (He begins to twirl the cane, eyeing Helen with curiosity, observing the being that was presented before Him." "Why so, if I inquire?"

@EnsembleCello - above the incomprehensible warbles expresses an endless, broken exhaustion. Both voices are abnormally quiet, yet it sounds as if they are straining to be heard.) "Today has simply been more than I can handle."

@EnsembleCello // sadly i can not find those sprites, but i dont really need a copy of his other sprites they dont add much to my gallery

@PuppetedStrings // I found these

@carmenindatub We love You Carmen

121 distortions ❤ let's all hold hands and have a picnic

@ReverbArgalia Buy me Big Mac

My children cannot go five minutes without getting into some bullshit oh my god

@pancakemothy Idk anything about Blue Archive at all, what is it about?

If you are a Limbus fan who harass people who like Blue Archive (or vise versa) please unfollow me I personally don’t want to associate with weird fandom infighting like that

@PuppetedStrings Relatable.

@DanaeriSweeper (He carefully slams the cane down as the being looked shifted towards, meeting the unseeing gaze.) "Ah... and for what sorrow is the usual activity?" (He begins to lean on the now tall standing cane which pierced the floor just enough to maintain stance.)

@EnsembleCello (A startled warble is his response, the red eyes shifting to look at him as it turns to stare. Those little red lights flicker and shake in their sockets, expressing something only their own kind could discern.) "...It is not my usual activity..." (The humanlike voice layered +

@DanaeriSweeper ''Withering and grunting in such fit is how You follow the hours of your day in this corner?'' (Philip grips the staff and pokes the being that was wuthering and fluttering where it was tucked.)

({It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.}) (The crossbar above it shakes. It's not crying. It can't. But if it could, it would be.) ({Everything always hurts so much.}) (Do you speak to it?)

// If anyone wants it!!

@PuppetedStrings // Credit to @PuppetedStrings for the sprite edit <3 ({...They stare at themselves in the glass. Watching their own eyes flicker to express the feelings their own visage inspires.}) "..."

Nothing is more beautiful than knowing the truth, and therefore, nothing must be more shameful than admitting that what one believed in was a lie.