*Hmmm... Thane, Rag, or another character of your choice.*
Felix is maintaining a shrine in the graveyard. There are flowers, bowls of chili, family photos, and small hotel bottles of booze on many of the graves, set up by the strugel priest.
*snip for alaric* "that's the problem!" the woman snaps. "Explain yourself or-" "No need for 'or's, madam, I'll tell all." the inventor wrings his hands. "Bug's only a display model. I usually make my golems to order, but your request was just on such short notice that-" "don't you go shifting the blame onto me!" she gets closer "Alright alright, They don't have a sapphire heart! I was in hard times when I made them, so I cut the clay with sand to make it last a little longer and used a quartz button. But you already paid, madam, and I don't do refunds."
He picks bug up, setting him back on the table "he could be a flower pot potentially" He suggests, trying to prevent a fight
*bug is the size of a small human.* "I didn't pay for a flowerpot, I paid for a servant! A servant who doesn't terrify my daughter and crack under the weight of a teapot!" she gets closer to the tiger, making their height difference hilariously obvious
"Miss? I know you're upset, but please calm down" Elio says,
She scoffs. "I'll calm down when I receive a refund. I can't believe you thought you could sell that walking piece of junk to me with a clear conscience!" He towers over her
He looks between them, worried someone will get hurt
"I can't give you all of your money back, miss, but here's most of it" he holds out a small pouch and she takes it, stomping away and leaving the damaged golem behind
He lets out a relieved sigh, "So why did you sell her a faulty product? You could've just made a proper one instead of selling.... a display I think you said?"
*Hmmm... Thane, Rag, or another character of your choice.*
Felix is maintaining a shrine in the graveyard. There are flowers, bowls of chili, family photos, and small hotel bottles of booze on many of the graves, set up by the strugel priest.
Rag was walking around when he was Felix was back in town at the graveyard. He stands next to them, not feeling appropriate for him to do something like hug him or something. He sighs “I’m happy you’re back.”
*snip for alaric* "that's the problem!" the woman snaps. "Explain yourself or-" "No need for 'or's, madam, I'll tell all." the inventor wrings his hands. "Bug's only a display model. I usually make my golems to order, but your request was just on such short notice that-" "don't you go shifting the blame onto me!" she gets closer "Alright alright, They don't have a sapphire heart! I was in hard times when I made them, so I cut the clay with sand to make it last a little longer and used a quartz button. But you already paid, madam, and I don't do refunds."
He picks bug up, setting him back on the table "he could be a flower pot potentially" He suggests, trying to prevent a fight
*bug is the size of a small human.* "I didn't pay for a flowerpot, I paid for a servant! A servant who doesn't terrify my daughter and crack under the weight of a teapot!" she gets closer to the tiger, making their height difference hilariously obvious
"Miss? I know you're upset, but please calm down" Elio says,
She scoffs. "I'll calm down when I receive a refund. I can't believe you thought you could sell that walking piece of junk to me with a clear conscience!" He towers over her
He looks between them, worried someone will get hurt
"I can't give you all of your money back, miss, but here's most of it" he holds out a small pouch and she takes it, stomping away and leaving the damaged golem behind
He lets out a relieved sigh, "So why did you sell her a faulty product? You could've just made a proper one instead of selling.... a display I think you said?"
"It takes me quite a while to make a golem to order, boy. She came like a whirling dervish, demanding a golem right then and there with such urgency you'd think her life depended on it" He steps to the table where bug sits. "I'd finally thought i'd be rid of this one"
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)
*snip for alaric* "that's the problem!" the woman snaps. "Explain yourself or-" "No need for 'or's, madam, I'll tell all." the inventor wrings his hands. "Bug's only a display model. I usually make my golems to order, but your request was just on such short notice that-" "don't you go shifting the blame onto me!" she gets closer "Alright alright, They don't have a sapphire heart! I was in hard times when I made them, so I cut the clay with sand to make it last a little longer and used a quartz button. But you already paid, madam, and I don't do refunds."
He picks bug up, setting him back on the table "he could be a flower pot potentially" He suggests, trying to prevent a fight
*bug is the size of a small human.* "I didn't pay for a flowerpot, I paid for a servant! A servant who doesn't terrify my daughter and crack under the weight of a teapot!" she gets closer to the tiger, making their height difference hilariously obvious
"Miss? I know you're upset, but please calm down" Elio says,
She scoffs. "I'll calm down when I receive a refund. I can't believe you thought you could sell that walking piece of junk to me with a clear conscience!" He towers over her
He looks between them, worried someone will get hurt
"I can't give you all of your money back, miss, but here's most of it" he holds out a small pouch and she takes it, stomping away and leaving the damaged golem behind
He lets out a relieved sigh, "So why did you sell her a faulty product? You could've just made a proper one instead of selling.... a display I think you said?"
"It takes me quite a while to make a golem to order, boy. She came like a whirling dervish, demanding a golem right then and there with such urgency you'd think her life depended on it" He steps to the table where bug sits. "I'd finally thought i'd be rid of this one"
*snip for alaric* "that's the problem!" the woman snaps. "Explain yourself or-" "No need for 'or's, madam, I'll tell all." the inventor wrings his hands. "Bug's only a display model. I usually make my golems to order, but your request was just on such short notice that-" "don't you go shifting the blame onto me!" she gets closer "Alright alright, They don't have a sapphire heart! I was in hard times when I made them, so I cut the clay with sand to make it last a little longer and used a quartz button. But you already paid, madam, and I don't do refunds."
He picks bug up, setting him back on the table "he could be a flower pot potentially" He suggests, trying to prevent a fight
*bug is the size of a small human.* "I didn't pay for a flowerpot, I paid for a servant! A servant who doesn't terrify my daughter and crack under the weight of a teapot!" she gets closer to the tiger, making their height difference hilariously obvious
"Miss? I know you're upset, but please calm down" Elio says,
She scoffs. "I'll calm down when I receive a refund. I can't believe you thought you could sell that walking piece of junk to me with a clear conscience!" He towers over her
He looks between them, worried someone will get hurt
"I can't give you all of your money back, miss, but here's most of it" he holds out a small pouch and she takes it, stomping away and leaving the damaged golem behind
He lets out a relieved sigh, "So why did you sell her a faulty product? You could've just made a proper one instead of selling.... a display I think you said?"
"It takes me quite a while to make a golem to order, boy. She came like a whirling dervish, demanding a golem right then and there with such urgency you'd think her life depended on it" He steps to the table where bug sits. "I'd finally thought i'd be rid of this one"
"Why not improve this little guy then?"
"They're already baked, and their clay is of such low quality that it'd be a waste giving all the proper fixings." he leans on the golem, which doesn't crack them but seems to hurt them. "The eyes alone are hand-painted by yours truly, and they take hours! Why spend all that time on Bug when I can make a better model?"
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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)
Sure!* The inventor who sold Saphuno the golem has finally shown up with his creation. He seems in a jolly mood, with a small cognac stain on his shirt and his display model nowhere to be found
She can be found sitting at a table, the tavern actually being run by employees.
"Madam! I have returned with your order!" he ushers forward a baked-clay golem with a yellowish glaze. He resembles a humanoid dog, and is quite short.
*for u, salem*
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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)
Felix does the closest safe approximation of snuggling. "I see your face in everything. You're such a beautiful creature, Helianth. Even my imagination can't capture your majesty in person. I started setting up sunlight distilleries out of habit before I remembered you weren't here. It's been... hard. No one cares about me like you do, and I don't care about anyone like I do you."
It leans a bit into the hug, just glad to have him by its side again. "You have been the only one who truly cares about me- no ulterior motive, no fear. It's been hard for me as well. I missed you so, so much... but now, we're both here. I promised that I'd never abandon you- that nothing would stand between us- and by the stars, I'll keep that promise until my very soul is extinguished."
He gently drags his finger along a thorn that is only a couple inches from his big eyes. "You've got an amazing heart, Helianth. Metaphorically speaking, of course. I want to help you apply it more. I want people to love you like I do. You deserve to be loved without fear long after I'm gone."
The warm glow of the captive light in Helianth's stem gives the embrace a soft warmth. "After you're gone? Felix, once our planning and effort bears its fruit, we'll be gods. No- we'll be more than gods. We won't have to worry about things like death. We can be together... forever."
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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)
Sure!* The inventor who sold Saphuno the golem has finally shown up with his creation. He seems in a jolly mood, with a small cognac stain on his shirt and his display model nowhere to be found
She can be found sitting at a table, the tavern actually being run by employees.
"Madam! I have returned with your order!" he ushers forward a baked-clay golem with a yellowish glaze. He resembles a humanoid dog, and is quite short.
"Well, I was beginning to think you had conned me" She says, chuckling. "Astonishing..."
*but.. but Fry...*
*oops sorry bud* "Yes, it truly is! I used a topaz heartstone for this little fellow"
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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)
Heriot is taking a dunk in some ice cold water at a nearby lake. She is quite majestic, her normally braided hair unbraided as she swims, her muscles glistening against the ice cold water. Her form is nearly perfect, swimming from end to end of the lake, diving and shooting back up.
Marie is sitting in front on the fire again, but this time she isn't drinking, simply watching the fire burn, wearing an elegant black dress that makes her curves appear more visible instead of her grave robbing attire, all of her knives and darts sitting on the table in front of her.
*Fell asleep-*
Water solidifies around around her, as Seasha rises out of the depths of the lake. "I caught you!" she says, giggling
She feels a chill down her entire body, Jax's freezing paws gently holding her shoulders.
*Its good, I was at dnd club.*
She’s stuck as she was flying out of the water, the water suspending in the air for merely a moment, making her look even more magnificent. She smiles, her wet hair falling in front of her face.
She licks her lips, once again wearing lipstick “Hello my love.” She says, letting the cold flow through her, sighing softly.
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!
*Hmmm... Thane, Rag, or another character of your choice.*
Felix is maintaining a shrine in the graveyard. There are flowers, bowls of chili, family photos, and small hotel bottles of booze on many of the graves, set up by the strugel priest.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He lets out a relieved sigh, "So why did you sell her a faulty product? You could've just made a proper one instead of selling.... a display I think you said?"
Rag was walking around when he was Felix was back in town at the graveyard. He stands next to them, not feeling appropriate for him to do something like hug him or something. He sighs “I’m happy you’re back.”
"It takes me quite a while to make a golem to order, boy. She came like a whirling dervish, demanding a golem right then and there with such urgency you'd think her life depended on it" He steps to the table where bug sits. "I'd finally thought i'd be rid of this one"
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)
"Why not improve this little guy then?"
"They're already baked, and their clay is of such low quality that it'd be a waste giving all the proper fixings." he leans on the golem, which doesn't crack them but seems to hurt them. "The eyes alone are hand-painted by yours truly, and they take hours! Why spend all that time on Bug when I can make a better model?"
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)
*for u, salem*
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)
*my depression decided to show up at the worst time*
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
The warm glow of the captive light in Helianth's stem gives the embrace a soft warmth. "After you're gone? Felix, once our planning and effort bears its fruit, we'll be gods. No- we'll be more than gods. We won't have to worry about things like death. We can be together... forever."
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)
(sorry to hear that)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Thats awful, I’m sorry that you have to deal with that.*
*oops sorry bud*
"Yes, it truly is! I used a topaz heartstone for this little fellow"
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)
*yo anyone wanna RP?
:3*
. ݁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!
*I'm terribly sorry you're dealing with that, friend.*
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)
*It's fine, it'll be fine.*
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