*Dredge wants me to cry I'm pretty sure. The sharks want me to cry specifically.*
*Sharks always want you to cry. They collect your salty tears to add to the salinity of the ocean and kill other fish so they can eat more easily because theyre silly little ecological devastators :3*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Samaritan is outside, smoking. He is dressed in something other than his chefs uniform. It appears to be a black leather jacket made of hellish boghoh hide and a white tank top paired with some black jeans. He still wears the gold masks he was given however.
The Brand has appeared back in town. His presence can never mean anything good. He and his followers are in their camp, listening to him speak about a plan he intends to carry out.
Rio watches him sullenly from his place on the roof.
A familiar humanoid figure seemingly made of black velvet with a halo and covered in patches of white-lilac light staggers over to the camp, its presence enigmatic and strange.
Samaritan sighs "If you are going to stare, I would rather you do it where I can see you rather than sense."
He narrows his eyes behind his mask, his massive wings unfolding "Behind children of the star, a new one."
“Okay.” He hops down and sits next to him.
They eventually stand, their stance slumped and their knees shaky. They look as though they’ve experienced a horrific yet euphoric revelation. A faint smoldering sound like that of hot coals comes from off of them.
Samaritan sighs, exhaling smoke from his cigar, tapping the ash out "What do you want?"
"Pick him up, bring him forth." The Brand commands. A few similarly masked people run over, helping them up over
“Nothing. Just thinking. Want an eel? I’m addicted to ‘em.” He offers a fistful of morays.
The figure offers no resistance or action.
He shakes his head "Raw fish contains toxins and parasites if left uncooked. Best not to but enjoy them I suppose." He replies.
The Brand walks over, his jaw unhinging as red vapor is exhaled. The figure feels it seeping into his bones, fully causing him to become conscious.
“They’re boiled. I’m not a complete moron.”
It has no effect. Whoever they are, they are fully lucid. They straighten up and smile widely. “Hajimemashite.”
"Mn, still." He mumurs and suddenly gets quiet "Can I ask why you decided to say my name to Stroth? I do not mean to bring up old issues but I had been digging claws into my mind the last few days."
The Brand raises a brow under his mask "Ahhh, words of a different tongue."
"Buddy. It's none of your business. I am not your responsibility, lover, enemy, or anything. We were barely even friends. I know you meant well, but I don't actually care. Everything you have told me, everything I've observed, it all says that you saw me as an object. Something to make you feel better about yourself. A pet who needs your love and protection. But I never needed you. There was no hole in my life that I desperately needed you to fill like you wanted there to be."
"You don't truly know me. I never saw you as a thing, or a pet, as you say. I had no business? I beg to differ, Felix. When I look at everything I've observed regarding you, I see the same failures, the same mistakes. I see myself in you, and I have apologized for not going about this the right way, but I don't [GP] know how! I made mistakes, certainly, but you are worse. A violent creature, self destructive, and unwilling to be mended. You will break from the weight of being God's toy, and you will deserve it. I see now what you truly are, and I am sorry for ever entertaining the thought of taking your burden in exchange for a healthy relationship. William deserved better, and so do I." he growls, standing up and hurling a completely empty glass at the space beside Felix's head "Tell me why, with all my efforts, me asking of you what I'm to do, you treat me like I'm not worth the attempt to love?" Tears flood his eyes, soaking into his fur.
Broken glass slashes Felix's face, even embedding under his left eye, but he doesn't move. His expression hasn't changed this entire conversation. "You think because I don't choose you, I am a selfish monster? That because I don't want to be mended by you, to your image of what a good person is, I am unwilling to receive help? I've consumed your life for months, and it never even occurred to you that you're barely a footnote in my story. Get out of here. You are no longer welcome in this tavern." He slowly pulls a piece of glass out of his face, not breaking eye contact.
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
William has somehow slipped into the kitchen in the tavern. He appears to be making cranberry walnut muffins, looking tired beyond belief. He hasn't slept in two days and it is slightly catching up with him.
"I grow tired of repeating myself, dear." Says the cutting tone of Saphuno's voice from behind him.
He hisses and turns around "Hey.. hi.. sorry."
"Back from the grave and still causing issues. If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked me." She sighs, sitting down on a chair. "Do you know what's been happening here lately?"
He shrugs "I don't like women." He replies and chuckles "Men are more my type."
"Well, let me catch you up, slick. In the main portion of the tavern, there's been fighting between your ex-apprentice and some poor old b*stard who's family is dead or somethin'. And get this! Your name has come up. Several times. And to make matters worse, the golem I bought is misbehaving, and Reese's annoying sisters showed up. And you're here, stealing from me and using my kitchen and ingredients." She sighs, pulling her hair.
He turns his head and laughs "You think you are the only one having issues. Cute." He rolls his shoulders "I am waiting for my restaurant to be rebuilt at the moment and I needed.. something to take my mind off of.." he becomes quiet at that moment before shaking his head "Nevermind."
"No, no, Mr 'My Life's Worse'. Tell me your troubles, I told you mine." She sighs.
"I haven't really felt.. attraction towards anyone in my life. My emotions as a person have always been turned off because of who I was. Never developed like they were supposed to. The last relationship I had was twenty years ago to a woman whom I had dated in college. I mostly dated her because she asked me in front of others and it would single me out as different by the others if I didn't. We broke up because she said I was too cold, too unfeeling which was true in some way..." He sighs, tapping his fingers one at a time against the wood of the table "recently, I have been grappling with the fact I may, possibly, have had feelings for Felix. He is someone I care about in a way I do not for others. Maybe it is just because I have not felt like that in a long time and my first thought is 'is this love?' when it could be not."
Samaritan is outside, smoking. He is dressed in something other than his chefs uniform. It appears to be a black leather jacket made of hellish boghoh hide and a white tank top paired with some black jeans. He still wears the gold masks he was given however.
The Brand has appeared back in town. His presence can never mean anything good. He and his followers are in their camp, listening to him speak about a plan he intends to carry out.
Rio watches him sullenly from his place on the roof.
A familiar humanoid figure seemingly made of black velvet with a halo and covered in patches of white-lilac light staggers over to the camp, its presence enigmatic and strange.
Samaritan sighs "If you are going to stare, I would rather you do it where I can see you rather than sense."
He narrows his eyes behind his mask, his massive wings unfolding "Behind children of the star, a new one."
“Okay.” He hops down and sits next to him.
They eventually stand, their stance slumped and their knees shaky. They look as though they’ve experienced a horrific yet euphoric revelation. A faint smoldering sound like that of hot coals comes from off of them.
Samaritan sighs, exhaling smoke from his cigar, tapping the ash out "What do you want?"
"Pick him up, bring him forth." The Brand commands. A few similarly masked people run over, helping them up over
“Nothing. Just thinking. Want an eel? I’m addicted to ‘em.” He offers a fistful of morays.
The figure offers no resistance or action.
He shakes his head "Raw fish contains toxins and parasites if left uncooked. Best not to but enjoy them I suppose." He replies.
The Brand walks over, his jaw unhinging as red vapor is exhaled. The figure feels it seeping into his bones, fully causing him to become conscious.
“They’re boiled. I’m not a complete moron.”
It has no effect. Whoever they are, they are fully lucid. They straighten up and smile widely. “Hajimemashite.”
"Mn, still." He mumurs and suddenly gets quiet "Can I ask why you decided to say my name to Stroth? I do not mean to bring up old issues but I had been digging claws into my mind the last few days."
The Brand raises a brow under his mask "Ahhh, words of a different tongue."
“Uhhh first name that came to mind, I guess. I don’t remember faces well but you have extra, so it’s easier I suppose.”
“No no, I can communicate however you can.” They let out a faint creaking noise, their voice ethereal and feminine. “I am Eito. Do you claim to be as the divine into these people?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Samaritan is outside, smoking. He is dressed in something other than his chefs uniform. It appears to be a black leather jacket made of hellish boghoh hide and a white tank top paired with some black jeans. He still wears the gold masks he was given however.
The Brand has appeared back in town. His presence can never mean anything good. He and his followers are in their camp, listening to him speak about a plan he intends to carry out.
Rio watches him sullenly from his place on the roof.
A familiar humanoid figure seemingly made of black velvet with a halo and covered in patches of white-lilac light staggers over to the camp, its presence enigmatic and strange.
Samaritan sighs "If you are going to stare, I would rather you do it where I can see you rather than sense."
He narrows his eyes behind his mask, his massive wings unfolding "Behind children of the star, a new one."
“Okay.” He hops down and sits next to him.
They eventually stand, their stance slumped and their knees shaky. They look as though they’ve experienced a horrific yet euphoric revelation. A faint smoldering sound like that of hot coals comes from off of them.
Samaritan sighs, exhaling smoke from his cigar, tapping the ash out "What do you want?"
"Pick him up, bring him forth." The Brand commands. A few similarly masked people run over, helping them up over
“Nothing. Just thinking. Want an eel? I’m addicted to ‘em.” He offers a fistful of morays.
The figure offers no resistance or action.
He shakes his head "Raw fish contains toxins and parasites if left uncooked. Best not to but enjoy them I suppose." He replies.
The Brand walks over, his jaw unhinging as red vapor is exhaled. The figure feels it seeping into his bones, fully causing him to become conscious.
“They’re boiled. I’m not a complete moron.”
It has no effect. Whoever they are, they are fully lucid. They straighten up and smile widely. “Hajimemashite.”
"Mn, still." He mumurs and suddenly gets quiet "Can I ask why you decided to say my name to Stroth? I do not mean to bring up old issues but I had been digging claws into my mind the last few days."
The Brand raises a brow under his mask "Ahhh, words of a different tongue."
“Uhhh first name that came to mind, I guess. I don’t remember faces well but you have extra, so it’s easier I suppose.”
“No no, I can communicate however you can.” They let out a faint creaking noise, their voice ethereal and feminine. “I am Eito. Do you claim to be as the divine into these people?”
"Mn." He nods "Glad I left a lasting impression." His tone is a bit colder now.
"No, I am not. I am a man, nothing more or less." He chuckles. They can smell infernal brimstone coming off of him "These are my family members, my blood and bodies."
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
Samaritan is outside, smoking. He is dressed in something other than his chefs uniform. It appears to be a black leather jacket made of hellish boghoh hide and a white tank top paired with some black jeans. He still wears the gold masks he was given however.
The Brand has appeared back in town. His presence can never mean anything good. He and his followers are in their camp, listening to him speak about a plan he intends to carry out.
Rio watches him sullenly from his place on the roof.
A familiar humanoid figure seemingly made of black velvet with a halo and covered in patches of white-lilac light staggers over to the camp, its presence enigmatic and strange.
Samaritan sighs "If you are going to stare, I would rather you do it where I can see you rather than sense."
He narrows his eyes behind his mask, his massive wings unfolding "Behind children of the star, a new one."
“Okay.” He hops down and sits next to him.
They eventually stand, their stance slumped and their knees shaky. They look as though they’ve experienced a horrific yet euphoric revelation. A faint smoldering sound like that of hot coals comes from off of them.
Samaritan sighs, exhaling smoke from his cigar, tapping the ash out "What do you want?"
"Pick him up, bring him forth." The Brand commands. A few similarly masked people run over, helping them up over
“Nothing. Just thinking. Want an eel? I’m addicted to ‘em.” He offers a fistful of morays.
The figure offers no resistance or action.
He shakes his head "Raw fish contains toxins and parasites if left uncooked. Best not to but enjoy them I suppose." He replies.
The Brand walks over, his jaw unhinging as red vapor is exhaled. The figure feels it seeping into his bones, fully causing him to become conscious.
“They’re boiled. I’m not a complete moron.”
It has no effect. Whoever they are, they are fully lucid. They straighten up and smile widely. “Hajimemashite.”
"Mn, still." He mumurs and suddenly gets quiet "Can I ask why you decided to say my name to Stroth? I do not mean to bring up old issues but I had been digging claws into my mind the last few days."
The Brand raises a brow under his mask "Ahhh, words of a different tongue."
“Uhhh first name that came to mind, I guess. I don’t remember faces well but you have extra, so it’s easier I suppose.”
“No no, I can communicate however you can.” They let out a faint creaking noise, their voice ethereal and feminine. “I am Eito. Do you claim to be as the divine into these people?”
"Mn." He nods "Glad I left a lasting impression." His tone is a bit colder now.
"No, I am not. I am a man, nothing more or less." He chuckles. They can smell infernal brimstone coming off of him "These are my family members, my blood and bodies."
“That was just a saying. You have much more memorable qualities than just your physical feature.”
“No they aren’t. This is yours.” They poke you in the chest. “Those are theirs. That which would take a body is immoral.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Samaritan is outside, smoking. He is dressed in something other than his chefs uniform. It appears to be a black leather jacket made of hellish boghoh hide and a white tank top paired with some black jeans. He still wears the gold masks he was given however.
The Brand has appeared back in town. His presence can never mean anything good. He and his followers are in their camp, listening to him speak about a plan he intends to carry out.
Rio watches him sullenly from his place on the roof.
A familiar humanoid figure seemingly made of black velvet with a halo and covered in patches of white-lilac light staggers over to the camp, its presence enigmatic and strange.
Samaritan sighs "If you are going to stare, I would rather you do it where I can see you rather than sense."
He narrows his eyes behind his mask, his massive wings unfolding "Behind children of the star, a new one."
“Okay.” He hops down and sits next to him.
They eventually stand, their stance slumped and their knees shaky. They look as though they’ve experienced a horrific yet euphoric revelation. A faint smoldering sound like that of hot coals comes from off of them.
Samaritan sighs, exhaling smoke from his cigar, tapping the ash out "What do you want?"
"Pick him up, bring him forth." The Brand commands. A few similarly masked people run over, helping them up over
“Nothing. Just thinking. Want an eel? I’m addicted to ‘em.” He offers a fistful of morays.
The figure offers no resistance or action.
He shakes his head "Raw fish contains toxins and parasites if left uncooked. Best not to but enjoy them I suppose." He replies.
The Brand walks over, his jaw unhinging as red vapor is exhaled. The figure feels it seeping into his bones, fully causing him to become conscious.
“They’re boiled. I’m not a complete moron.”
It has no effect. Whoever they are, they are fully lucid. They straighten up and smile widely. “Hajimemashite.”
"Mn, still." He mumurs and suddenly gets quiet "Can I ask why you decided to say my name to Stroth? I do not mean to bring up old issues but I had been digging claws into my mind the last few days."
The Brand raises a brow under his mask "Ahhh, words of a different tongue."
“Uhhh first name that came to mind, I guess. I don’t remember faces well but you have extra, so it’s easier I suppose.”
“No no, I can communicate however you can.” They let out a faint creaking noise, their voice ethereal and feminine. “I am Eito. Do you claim to be as the divine into these people?”
"Mn." He nods "Glad I left a lasting impression." His tone is a bit colder now.
"No, I am not. I am a man, nothing more or less." He chuckles. They can smell infernal brimstone coming off of him "These are my family members, my blood and bodies."
“That was just a saying. You have much more memorable qualities than just your physical feature.”
“No they aren’t. This is yours.” They poke you in the chest. “Those are theirs. That which would take a body is immoral.”
He rolls his eyes "Riotan, I know what you are doing. It's what I do, it's what every demon or devil does. Use their silver tongue to increase their chances of having allies rather than enemies." He chuckles humorlessly.
"You are one to speak? Hah!" He barks out a laugh "They seem to say otherwise."
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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
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*k then, also, for context, Mahalayati is a homebrew deity of mine.*
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
*Sharks always want you to cry. They collect your salty tears to add to the salinity of the ocean and kill other fish so they can eat more easily because theyre silly little ecological devastators :3*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*salem wanna rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"ahh, you have an evil god in your head?"
*okay*
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
"Mn, still." He mumurs and suddenly gets quiet "Can I ask why you decided to say my name to Stroth? I do not mean to bring up old issues but I had been digging claws into my mind the last few days."
The Brand raises a brow under his mask "Ahhh, words of a different tongue."
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
Broken glass slashes Felix's face, even embedding under his left eye, but he doesn't move. His expression hasn't changed this entire conversation. "You think because I don't choose you, I am a selfish monster? That because I don't want to be mended by you, to your image of what a good person is, I am unwilling to receive help? I've consumed your life for months, and it never even occurred to you that you're barely a footnote in my story. Get out of here. You are no longer welcome in this tavern." He slowly pulls a piece of glass out of his face, not breaking eye contact.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Well, she doesn’t consider herself evil. That and she’s saved my scales more than once.”
”I don’t think she can hear you Mahl.” Eya chuckled.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
*bloop*
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
"I haven't really felt.. attraction towards anyone in my life. My emotions as a person have always been turned off because of who I was. Never developed like they were supposed to. The last relationship I had was twenty years ago to a woman whom I had dated in college. I mostly dated her because she asked me in front of others and it would single me out as different by the others if I didn't. We broke up because she said I was too cold, too unfeeling which was true in some way..." He sighs, tapping his fingers one at a time against the wood of the table "recently, I have been grappling with the fact I may, possibly, have had feelings for Felix. He is someone I care about in a way I do not for others. Maybe it is just because I have not felt like that in a long time and my first thought is 'is this love?' when it could be not."
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
*bloop?*
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
“Uhhh first name that came to mind, I guess. I don’t remember faces well but you have extra, so it’s easier I suppose.”
“No no, I can communicate however you can.” They let out a faint creaking noise, their voice ethereal and feminine. “I am Eito. Do you claim to be as the divine into these people?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*It's smth you do if someone might have not seen your post to get that person to see it*
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
*my PC is 10 % so soon I GTG*
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
"Mn." He nods "Glad I left a lasting impression." His tone is a bit colder now.
"No, I am not. I am a man, nothing more or less." He chuckles. They can smell infernal brimstone coming off of him "These are my family members, my blood and bodies."
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
*k, and I’ll be heading off for today soon, just putting the reply here for later*
“Well, she doesn’t consider herself evil. That and she’s saved my scales more than once.”
”I don’t think she can hear you Mahl.” Eya chuckled.
Just a bored animal in a durgen meat suit :3
disc: mahalayati.
*Bye*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Hallo, I am a pan, NB (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. I do think it may be do for a username change one day; but today is not that day.
“That was just a saying. You have much more memorable qualities than just your physical feature.”
“No they aren’t. This is yours.” They poke you in the chest. “Those are theirs. That which would take a body is immoral.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(you want to rp wendo)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He rolls his eyes "Riotan, I know what you are doing. It's what I do, it's what every demon or devil does. Use their silver tongue to increase their chances of having allies rather than enemies." He chuckles humorlessly.
"You are one to speak? Hah!" He barks out a laugh "They seem to say otherwise."
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