She looks down at the lump of snow in her hands, and then back at Merabelle, and between the two for a few seconds before tossing the snowball her way. It softly thumps against her shoulder before falling to the ground. Omori seems very happy as well.
Upon finding Tim, Helianth extends a root towards him, picking Tim up by his torso and rotating him to face the two before setting him back on the snow. "Hello again, Tim. You'll have to do better than that to hide from us."
Merabelle's smile grows even wider than before when the snowball hits her. She laughs, patting their head "Good, was that fun? We can have a snowball fight some time if you want." She begins walking towards the cave "What do ya want ta do?"
Tim looks to them as he is rotated around. Tiffany nods slowly "It is best that you not my lovely little brother." She pinches his cheek, the plastic skin seeming to warp in her hands, changing back as she lets go. Tim has a large amount of fear in his eyes "H-hello..."
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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.'
"Yes! Living clay! I'm sure you've seen one around, large, goopy, imprecise. But I bake the clay for durability, quality, and precision! I used to be a dollmaker, you see"
Thorfinn examines the golem
Despite their tunic, you can see a small crack on their wrist. Their blank eyes look around. "I'm not sure you want that one, sir. I make my golems to order and that's just a display"
"Hmmm." he says, mending the crack with a small glow of magic.
The golem gasps in relief and holds its hand up in front of its sightless eyes, running their fingers along where the crack would be.
"Excellent display of magic, sir."
"Just a small mending spell." he says. "How much for this one?"
"I'll let it go for ten gold."
He tosses him the gold. "Alright, what's your name?"
"I'm taika, taika mathide." the tiger introduces himself again
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He tosses him the gold. "Alright, what's your name?"
"I'm taika, taika mathide." the tiger introduces himself again
"Thorfinn. And the golems name is?"
"oh. They're bug. I name em all alphabitically"
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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)
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 tosses him the gold. "Alright, what's your name?"
"I'm taika, taika mathide." the tiger introduces himself again
"Thorfinn. And the golems name is?"
"oh. They're bug. I name em all alphabitically"
"So this is your second creation?"
"Quite the contrary. They're my twenty-seventh"
"Ah. I see." he says. "Well Bug, lets see if I cant toughen up your clay a bit."
they cock their head and a hollow voice rattles out of their throat "Huh?"
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She looks down at the lump of snow in her hands, and then back at Merabelle, and between the two for a few seconds before tossing the snowball her way. It softly thumps against her shoulder before falling to the ground. Omori seems very happy as well.
Upon finding Tim, Helianth extends a root towards him, picking Tim up by his torso and rotating him to face the two before setting him back on the snow. "Hello again, Tim. You'll have to do better than that to hide from us."
Merabelle's smile grows even wider than before when the snowball hits her. She laughs, patting their head "Good, was that fun? We can have a snowball fight some time if you want." She begins walking towards the cave "What do ya want ta do?"
Tim looks to them as he is rotated around. Tiffany nods slowly "It is best that you not my lovely little brother." She pinches his cheek, the plastic skin seeming to warp in her hands, changing back as she lets go. Tim has a large amount of fear in his eyes "H-hello..."
"It kinda was, yeah." She looks back up at her, beaming as she follows. "I... hmm... I think I'd like to practice the magic more."
"Now, I'd like to hear if you've made up your mind on our little deal. You do want to know what you are, yes?" It leans in a bit towards Tim, all of its flower heads focusing on the frightened boy as the miniature star in its stem gleams with a fiery light.
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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)
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)
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Merabelle's smile grows even wider than before when the snowball hits her. She laughs, patting their head "Good, was that fun? We can have a snowball fight some time if you want." She begins walking towards the cave "What do ya want ta do?"
Tim looks to them as he is rotated around. Tiffany nods slowly "It is best that you not my lovely little brother." She pinches his cheek, the plastic skin seeming to warp in her hands, changing back as she lets go. Tim has a large amount of fear in his eyes "H-hello..."
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.)
She looks back up at the bird, a smile of warm recognition on her face. "Hi again! It's been a while, hasn't it?"
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)
"I'm taika, taika mathide." the tiger introduces himself again
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)
It nods and chirps
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Thorfinn. And the golems name is?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He raises an eyebrow "If yer willin' ta help me I'd be happy ta take it, certainly." He says, looking down to his own arm.
He shrugs after them "Guess I'll read up on it when I get the chance."
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.)
*Welcome back, do you wanna rp?*
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.)
"oh. They're bug. I name em all alphabitically"
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)
Theren starts to weave some magic, insulating the arm without changing its physical appearance.
"You should."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"So this is your second creation?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Quite the contrary. They're my twenty-eighth"
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)
"Ah. I see." he says. "Well Bug, lets see if I cant toughen up your clay a bit."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The boiling arm begins to cool down, Thane looking quite surprised by the magical prowess "Thank ya. Doin' this for a stranger."
He gets up "Good talkin' ta ya, but I ain't gonna waste any more o' yer time. See ya around Phoenix." He says, walking off.
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.)
they cock their head and a hollow voice rattles out of their throat "Huh?"
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)
"It's no problem. Just be a good dad yea?"
"See ya!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"It kinda was, yeah." She looks back up at her, beaming as she follows. "I... hmm... I think I'd like to practice the magic more."
"Now, I'd like to hear if you've made up your mind on our little deal. You do want to know what you are, yes?" It leans in a bit towards Tim, all of its flower heads focusing on the frightened boy as the miniature star in its stem gleams with a fiery light.
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)
"Your skin is soft like modeling clay. We want it strong, like pots." he says, gently placing a hand on its shoulder.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I'll do my best, for their future, for their parents."
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.)
"No, it's baked and brittle"
*that's what's different about taika's golems*
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)