*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"
*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"
"I tend to find ways." He nods.
"How do you know my name, anyways? And who are you?"
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"
"I tend to find ways." He nods.
"How do you know my name, anyways? And who are you?"
"I know everyone's name, but who I am is unimportant."
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"
"I tend to find ways." He nods.
"How do you know my name, anyways? And who are you?"
"I know everyone's name, but who I am is unimportant."
Tearthorn gives an exasperated sigh. "When you say that, you automatically make yourself seem like some shady cult messenger trying to induct someone into your little band of demon worshipers. Trust me, I've had enough of those in my time."
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"
"I tend to find ways." He nods.
"How do you know my name, anyways? And who are you?"
"I know everyone's name, but who I am is unimportant."
Tearthorn gives an exasperated sigh. "When you say that, you automatically make yourself seem like some shady cult messenger trying to induct someone into your little band of demon worshipers. Trust me, I've had enough of those in my time."
He snorts, laughing "I can assure you I am in no way shape, or form, a cultist. I find worshipping entities I can't see to be... tasteless."
*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"
"I tend to find ways." He nods.
"How do you know my name, anyways? And who are you?"
"I know everyone's name, but who I am is unimportant."
Tearthorn gives an exasperated sigh. "When you say that, you automatically make yourself seem like some shady cult messenger trying to induct someone into your little band of demon worshipers. Trust me, I've had enough of those in my time."
He snorts, laughing "I can assure you I am in no way shape, or form, a cultist. I find worshipping entities I can't see to be... tasteless."
"Agreed." Tearthorn automatically seems to warm to the Herald. "But... what are you? And don't say my liberator again, I'm looking for an actual answer.
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"
"I tend to find ways." He nods.
"How do you know my name, anyways? And who are you?"
"I know everyone's name, but who I am is unimportant."
Tearthorn gives an exasperated sigh. "When you say that, you automatically make yourself seem like some shady cult messenger trying to induct someone into your little band of demon worshipers. Trust me, I've had enough of those in my time."
He snorts, laughing "I can assure you I am in no way shape, or form, a cultist. I find worshipping entities I can't see to be... tasteless."
"Agreed." Tearthorn automatically seems to warm to the Herald. "But... what are you? And don't say my liberator again, I'm looking for an actual answer.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Sorry, just had to make a call to a friend regarding a dnd session we're doing tomorrow*
Tearthorn is somehow still sober after drinking to many pints to count.
Krail and Kharn are having an argument outside.
The Herald appears behind Tearhorn, dressed in his black leather trenchcoat with his hood over his head. His masked face stares down at them.
Tearthorn barely reacts, glancing over his shoulder at the Herald. "Mhm?"
Their vision seems to distort a bit, they see a horribly burnt man behind them, wrapped in black bandages before it reverts back to normal. He chuckles "Hello Tearhorn." He says.
"Who the h*ll are you?" The dragonborn spins on his chair to better look at the man.
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"
"I tend to find ways." He nods.
"How do you know my name, anyways? And who are you?"
"I know everyone's name, but who I am is unimportant."
Tearthorn gives an exasperated sigh. "When you say that, you automatically make yourself seem like some shady cult messenger trying to induct someone into your little band of demon worshipers. Trust me, I've had enough of those in my time."
He snorts, laughing "I can assure you I am in no way shape, or form, a cultist. I find worshipping entities I can't see to be... tasteless."
"Agreed." Tearthorn automatically seems to warm to the Herald. "But... what are you? And don't say my liberator again, I'm looking for an actual answer.
"I am a friend, a confidant." He bows his head.
*One quick google later*
"Interesting thing to say to a man you just met, but for now, I'll simply have to take your word for it. What may I call you?"
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If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
"I am your liberator, my friend. I am here to better you." He chuckles.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He snorts. "Liberator, you say? Here to better me?" He mutters to himself, before sliding off of his chair. "How, exactly, do you plan to do that, stranger?"
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
"I tend to find ways." He nods.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"How do you know my name, anyways? And who are you?"
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
"I know everyone's name, but who I am is unimportant."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Good morning, I hope.*
*Buenos dias.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*ello! wanna RP?*
. ݁𝜗~☆!Extended Signature!☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
Tearthorn gives an exasperated sigh. "When you say that, you automatically make yourself seem like some shady cult messenger trying to induct someone into your little band of demon worshipers. Trust me, I've had enough of those in my time."
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
He snorts, laughing "I can assure you I am in no way shape, or form, a cultist. I find worshipping entities I can't see to be... tasteless."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*How you doin?*
*Eating vegetable sticks.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Sure, I’ve got James here.*
"Agreed." Tearthorn automatically seems to warm to the Herald. "But... what are you? And don't say my liberator again, I'm looking for an actual answer.
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
"I am a friend, a confidant." He bows his head.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Cherry is getting drunk, for the fifth time since she got here.
. ݁𝜗~☆!Extended Signature!☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Ah, quality at it’s finest.*
James slides his way into the seat next to her, moving his black hair behind his horns and order Cherry, as well as himself, a drink.
*One quick google later*
"Interesting thing to say to a man you just met, but for now, I'll simply have to take your word for it. What may I call you?"
If you're reading this, then you've probably managed to catch me in the ten or so minutes every few weeks that I check in on my favourite rainbow bowl of randoms. Or you're looking at my older messages. If so, then stop, time travel is illegal here
I like talking even though I suck at it
BISEXUAL
Sulfur is the best game ever made, fight me
*nom noms :]*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘