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!
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!
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!
Yuki is outside in the snowy sub-section of Lord's Point called Aspen, building snow-folk
Basil is stretching there, petting little snow rabbits and such
"Hello, dear. How are you this crisp afternoon?" she says with a smile and a soft giggle, bending down to start another sculpture.
"Good! you?" Basil pulls out a lute
"Quite well, just freshening up the place." she licks her finger tip, a soft layer of frost forming on it from her saliva and rubs it on the forehead of one of the sculptures. It forms into a living, breathing arctic fox.
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!
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!
Captain Desi the Starved has joined in on a bar fight. He's throwing people around like dolls even as knives plunge into his layers of fancy coats. He takes his time, bashing a single man's face in until he stops struggling before setting them aside and moving on to the next one. Eventually, everyone who wanted to participate is either unconscious or has deeply reconsidered this course of action. Mostly the latter. Desi sits down at a table where he gathered the food and drinks of everyone who is no longer present in body or spirit. He takes off his fingerless gloves and rubs his hands together greedily.
Thane looks around the building confused, curious to what has happened to bring them both here. He gets up from his seated position, walking around “Now where are we?”
“You obviously aren’t fine, you can’t lie to a practiced liar.” He holds her “What’s wrong?”
"My house! I casted dimension door and- it's located near the inn underground!"
"The curse- it's... getting worse" Lify slumps down
“Wow.” He looks around the room, his eyebrows raised “What a beautiful home you have here.”
He looks at them worried, though he has absolutely no idea what to do.
"Thank you" In the corner, their is a pile of letters with kingdom stamps
"What... what if- we... find a- cure?..."
He walks over to the letters, picking one up delicately “Do you mind if I read one?”
*anyone as long as they won't hurt a cinnamon roll*
. ݁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!
Basil is stretching there, petting little snow rabbits and such
. ݁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!
*He's a Mexican Street Dog from Mistshore, the red light district of Waterdeep.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Good! you?" Basil pulls out a lute
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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!
"Whoa! you can- do that?"
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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!
*GTG*
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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!
*Finally back, anybody want to rp.*
*You want the pirate? Here he is.*
Captain Desi the Starved has joined in on a bar fight. He's throwing people around like dolls even as knives plunge into his layers of fancy coats. He takes his time, bashing a single man's face in until he stops struggling before setting them aside and moving on to the next one. Eventually, everyone who wanted to participate is either unconscious or has deeply reconsidered this course of action. Mostly the latter. Desi sits down at a table where he gathered the food and drinks of everyone who is no longer present in body or spirit. He takes off his fingerless gloves and rubs his hands together greedily.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hello husband, who do you want?*
He walks over to the letters, picking one up delicately “Do you mind if I read one?”
“I’ll do anything to cure you, how can I help?”
*Youre always cooked, don’t pretend it’s just the weekend.*
Marie is sitting next to the fire, sipping hot coco and healing from her fight the previous days ago, bandages covering his wounds as new scars form.
Damian is looking at a knife in the kitchen, not really doing anything, kinda just looking at it with a blank stare on his face.