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[theinwardshoe]

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[inwardrambles]

the siren

@brainrotranch -Original art

Every day his soul did yearn

the wine colored sea held so much

Danger and fear, but perhaps something more

throwing a stone across the moonlit glass

a figure burst the polished water

a siren, with long beautiful hair

Great big blue eyes

seaweed tangled through its hair

He shouldn’t he thought but he began to shout

the siren sang his song

and drew closer to the shore

[inwardraws]

[inwardwrites]

guysss! Remembering my Inward writes deep brooding thoughts arc from watching last life cerca December 2021

He knew that Etho was in pain for Bdubs. Skizz, was gone. The castle was lonely. The scars of battle ran deep on the walls and into the ground. He left flowers at the Roctopus, for Skizz. While his actual grave lied in the middle of the battle grounds, he wanted a peaceful spot for Skizz to be remembered- Tango

She was gone. He’d dealt with death, when the voices summoned him, he delivered it harshly and without question. But this was different. Scar visited, their mountain in ashes. Scar and him were more alike than different, so he didn’t recoil as Joel leaned in and cried on his shoulder. -Joel

Without armor or protection, he picked himself off the battlefield and made the long walk to the top of the mountain once again. Guilt hung heavily on his shoulders, and seeing Joel in pain made it worse. They held each other for a while. -Scar

He was the last of the Southlands besides Grian. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to look at that man that had betrayed everyone. Mumbo and Jimmy were gone. Impulse had shrunk in battle, and now lay dead as well, they had no graves. He sat in the wreck of the southlands, and sang to himself. - Martyn

He’d done it. The Southlands which he’d loved so much destroyed in a few seconds. There was blood on his hands. The fields of the Southlands were empty. The watchtowers vacant. The voices had nearly drowned them in their cries, but now only silence. -Grian

He reflected on the earlier times. When they’d bicker about their base, or just embrace in a hug. He looked at himself in the mirror, and the man who’d faced down the Wither, shed a single tear. -Etho

His heart sank. He had loved their alliance, so much. Ren and him visited Lizzie’s grave. To pay respect to their leader. –Big B

[theinwardshoe]

Joel *new to the server*: “ya know Impulse, for a name like that you’re a pretty reserved guy.”

Impulse: “no, impulse is just my nickname, it’s really Grians impulse Control.”

Joel: why is your name….

*Grian wielding a chainsaw and threatening to cut mumbos mustache off*

*impulse running after him yelling*

Joel: “that makes sense”

Pearl: “you’ll get used to it”

[theinwardshoe]

[theinwardshoe]

Question

Can you escape his eyes? -Bdubs

Can you be anyone else’s fan? -Cubfan

Do you need a different doctor? -Doc

Did you notice the symmetry? -false

Dont worry about the bad, they’re are good times ahead -Scar

There is laughter -Grian

There is art -Gem

There is comfort -Hypno

There is solace -Iskall

There is a world of incredible things -impulse

Things to learn -Joehills

To discover -Jevin

Things to hold onto -Joel

Far beyond your eyes -Keralis

Beyond your imagination -Mumbo

Beyond reality -Pearl

Stories that unite us -Ren

Laughter that comforts us -Stress

Words that will heal us -Skizz

Fun at its center -Tango

And those we remember -TFC o7

A breath of fresh air Vintage

A defense against darker skies Wels

For young and old Xbcrafted

For the bright or the inexperienced Xisuma

Making every detail count -Cleo

And every second matter -Zedaph

You my hermits and crafters make this crazy world a little brighter and better.

[theinwardshoe]

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