Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
D&D Beyond Basic Rules
Basic Rules (2014)
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Taika mathide is at the bar drinking cognac and humming. For the first time in a while, bug is nowhere to be seen
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The snow turns to water and boils as a man walks out of an alley, dressed in a white suit powdered with colorful spices ranging from purple to red. He wears an ornate headscarf woven with silver, covering everything but his lidless, dilated, bloodshot eyes. He spins his cane as he walks, limping slightly and breathing raggedly, as though in pain despite not having any visible injuries. "You two... Mr. DeProspero's henchmen?" Suddenly, he's inches away from Jacque, the only evidence that he didn't teleport being the water splashing along the path he took.
"A pleasure... to meet you. Hhhhekekekeke..." he laughs, gabbing the boy's hand and shaking it. "Cathan Arometto... you and Prospero's chemically-induced nightmare."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Damian is running the bar like always, beginning to hum the same song as them as he serves up drinks, a soft smile on his face.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Another, please, barkeep!" he seems in a jolly mood
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He snorts and rises slighty, his bleary eyes hardly focusing on the serpent. "Oh, hey. It's the snake guy. How ya' doing?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*It's pretty much just Desi, and I just brought back Prospero.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Taika, brynn, paia, bug
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Yay, Cathan's back.*
Jacque instinctively reaches for his blade with his other hand, but stops himself. He lets them shake his hand, shaking it with them as Juliette watches with sharp eyes, the brother speaks, his voice tired and accent heavy "No need to introduce yourself, we both know who you are." They both bow softly at them out of respect despite the looks on their faces "Legendary drug dealer, hooked on his own supply out of necessity. We are Prospero's sidekicks."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*sure uhhh Rag and Thane ig*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I have awaken*
. ݁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!
Omori stops again as well, emerging from that inky wave of shadow and lays in the grass beside Merabelle. She looks up at all the stars, eager for what they have in store for her. "I look forward to that- to being so close to something so sublime and beautiful and... radiant." She seems so happy, looking up at those stars... but she also seems the tiniest bit conflicted by something.
The sunflower watches as he walks away. Once Tim is out of sight and out of earshot, it drops its friendly demeanor and immediately seems far more... cold than before. It shambles away from the Inn, the miniature sun coiled in its stem like a gently bobbing lantern receding into the night.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Thirteen, Mauric, Loriche, Riotan, Eito, Klei, Suhou, Vitroze, and Caramel*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Omori, KK, Cathcart, and Helianth!*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Salem, that would take all day. Marie, Damian, Antonio, Geralt, Jacque, Juliette, Heriot, Paracelsus, Akira, Paul, Rowan, Nikanhum, Rag, Sparrow, Merabelle, Zack, Thane, Grimes, Clem, Darius, Donquixote, James, Sanviento, Shen, Victor, Walter, Tim, and Dracula.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Pretty good. It’s cold out so I can’t keep working with the hides though ‘cause I’ll go torpid if I’m in the open air too long.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rag is serving up some stews for everyone outside of the tavern, being a giant dragon man, many are... hesitant, but when people realize who he is, they quickly come over.
Thane, being a father now, is doing his best to actually make every choice he makes count for the child's future.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Merabelle wraps an arm around them before looking down "Now that's the trouble sweetheart? You got that look in yer eyes an' I want ta know what its comin' from." She says, making sure not to make it sound like an order, but a request.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Prospero tries to interpose himself. "I don't think you should be h-" Cathan snaps his head toward the hero, his wide-eyed glare silencing him before he turns to Juliette. "So... which one of you will it be?" He takes out a vial of black spice and shakes it a little bit, causing it to spark and smolder. "You're my new enemies, after all... I deserve to know."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*boink*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)