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!
"Big orc guy. We went to the same stables together. My hand-to-hand fighting style is based on that of the Rikishi, aka sumo wrestler, and he was training to be one as well, and we kinda clicked. But he kept making fun of my height, which he knew was a sensitive subject for me. And he wouldn't pay for anything. He'd make threats, or he'd push me to pay. I got all the punishment for his dining and dashing. Eventually I gave up on the relationship, and he still hasn't forgiven me."
"Oh, boo hoo! How ever will I recover from this revelation?" He plants another rare pepper.
“Well that’s not cool. He sounds like an insensitive guy. That’s a shame, but some people are like that. You can’t let that stop you though, and if there’s anyone out there who you might love, you could only have two days. Best to go for it.”
“Were it a revelation, you should consider it a blessing. Because I doubt you have been gifted an epiphany in a long, long time.”
"Nah, all the cool people I've met are already taken, and speed dating isn't my thing. Honestly, every candidate I was attracted to kind of fell in love with a different one. I guess I considered William for a bit, but not seriously. Plus, he's in college now, and I think he's Ace."
"Bah. I don't need your (gp)ing preaching. I've suffered enough religious screwballs who think some sort of belief will cure my chronic pain, my PTSD, my anxiety, or my depression. There are some wounds that don't heal, so they must be treated. I'm here to provide that treatment, and I'll kill anyone who gets in my way."
“Who were these candidates?” He smirks again.
“Belief is a balm to the wounded, but it is not a panacea. You can offer your own treatment, but it would do you well to consider other cures as well.”
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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.
"Nah, all the cool people I've met are already taken, and speed dating isn't my thing. Honestly, every candidate I was attracted to kind of fell in love with a different one. I guess I considered William for a bit, but not seriously. Plus, he's in college now, and I think he's Ace."
"Bah. I don't need your (gp)ing preaching. I've suffered enough religious screwballs who think some sort of belief will cure my chronic pain, my PTSD, my anxiety, or my depression. There are some wounds that don't heal, so they must be treated. I'm here to provide that treatment, and I'll kill anyone who gets in my way."
“Who were these candidates?” He smirks again.
“Belief is a balm to the wounded, but it is not a panacea. You can offer your own treatment, but it would do you well to consider other cures as well.”
"You, Samaritan, Sparrow, Mauric, most guys I've met here, really. Rag is cool, but not romantic material. Same with Ichigo."
"People have gone to great lengths to make sure I could never access anything else. People who I still need to kill. So maybe I'll change my tactics in the future. But right now, this is what works. It's not about faith. It's always been about spice."
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!
"Nah, all the cool people I've met are already taken, and speed dating isn't my thing. Honestly, every candidate I was attracted to kind of fell in love with a different one. I guess I considered William for a bit, but not seriously. Plus, he's in college now, and I think he's Ace."
"Bah. I don't need your (gp)ing preaching. I've suffered enough religious screwballs who think some sort of belief will cure my chronic pain, my PTSD, my anxiety, or my depression. There are some wounds that don't heal, so they must be treated. I'm here to provide that treatment, and I'll kill anyone who gets in my way."
“Who were these candidates?” He smirks again.
“Belief is a balm to the wounded, but it is not a panacea. You can offer your own treatment, but it would do you well to consider other cures as well.”
"You, Samaritan, Sparrow, Mauric, most guys I've met here, really. Rag is cool, but not romantic material. Same with Ichigo."
"People have gone to great lengths to make sure I could never access anything else. People who I still need to kill. So maybe I'll change my tactics in the future. But right now, this is what works. It's not about faith. It's always been about spice."
“Me? Wow. I thought you hated me?” He suddenly looks cold. “But stay away from my man.”
”And what is this ‘spice’?”
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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.
"You, Samaritan, Sparrow, Mauric, most guys I've met here, really. Rag is cool, but not romantic material. Same with Ichigo."
"People have gone to great lengths to make sure I could never access anything else. People who I still need to kill. So maybe I'll change my tactics in the future. But right now, this is what works. It's not about faith. It's always been about spice."
“Me? Wow. I thought you hated me?” He suddenly looks cold. “But stay away from my man.”
”And what is this ‘spice’?”
"Of course. He's taken. Plus, I doubt he's interested at all. I'm... beneath him."
"Whatever I mix up in my lab. I combine herbs, spices, and other plant-based narcotics to make spice blends. That's what I give out every day."
"You, Samaritan, Sparrow, Mauric, most guys I've met here, really. Rag is cool, but not romantic material. Same with Ichigo."
"People have gone to great lengths to make sure I could never access anything else. People who I still need to kill. So maybe I'll change my tactics in the future. But right now, this is what works. It's not about faith. It's always been about spice."
“Me? Wow. I thought you hated me?” He suddenly looks cold. “But stay away from my man.”
”And what is this ‘spice’?”
"Of course. He's taken. Plus, I doubt he's interested at all. I'm... beneath him."
"Whatever I mix up in my lab. I combine herbs, spices, and other plant-based narcotics to make spice blends. That's what I give out every day."
“Good. I’m surprised about Mauric though. I thought you kinda resented him for his success.”
“And you honestly think you are contributing good to the world through its distribution?”
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I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Father Luciano is in the church, having a cup of tea. He sits in front of the fire, writing in a small black leather book in his lap. He hums to himself as he does, an old church hymn from his younger days.
Samaritan is outside, skinning a pot-belly pig and her children for a dinner he intends to cook for himself. Pork, rice, brown sauce, broccoli, carrots, fresh radish, water chestnut, and olive oil.
Donn is in town, humming as he picks up some knitting supplies for himself. He may be a scary fellow, but that doesn't mean he can enjoy a good bit a knitting, especially if it's for his children.
*i think it’s new char time*
A short, young-ish tiefling woman is walking outside by the church, carrying a battered toolbox in her left hand and an acetylene torch in the right. She has blue-tinged skin, short ram-like horns, and magenta hair. She’s dressed in grey overalls and a long-sleeved tee. Her tail is curled behind her, and she looks around excitedly.
Riotan walks over to him, taking out a small knife and starting to help him.
Eito is morosely walking through town, contemplating things.
He peers out and waves, stepping outside. "Hello dear."
"You want any bits?" He asked, looking up.
Donn looks over, blinking. He walks beside him, humming "You want something to eat dear?"
She turns back to him and smiles. “Hey reverend! Nice to meet you!”
“Nah, just wanna help.”
Eito looks up at Donn, their stance slightly askew. “Nay.”
He laughs a bit "That is a new name I haven't heard." He chuckles.
"Ya sure? Yer always hungry." He laughs a bit.
"You sure?" He asks.
“Well… isn’t that what you are?”
“Yeah, but thanks for offering. You’re too good to me.”
“I do not consume traditionally.”
"Indeed, but that term to address hasn't been used before honestly." He says.
"Mn, I ain't good. I'm just worried your not eating." He said, chuckling.
"How so?" He asks.
“Well, that’s what I call preachers. I dunno.” She shrugs.
“I’m fine, babe! I’m not gonna go hungry. And you are good, very good!”
“I corrupt water to a form of sustaining fluid that I then imbibe.”
"Just call me Father Luciano or Luciano." He said, bowing his head.
"Mn." He kisses him "I don't know about that but I worry bout you." He huffs.
"Ah, well then. What about dry foods?'
“Got it, Father. So what’s the name of this here town?”
”Awww…” Rio kisses him back deeply. “Thanks, cutie. You’re so sweet.”
“I have no use for them.”
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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.
A fat, older humanoid is walking toward town. He wears a hooded fur cloak and a pristine white cloth mask that together cover his entire face. Long silver hair flows out from the edges and floats like it's in water. His outfit looks like an old college uniform with belts wrapped around the left leg and a short, bloody apron around the waist. He wears a bandolier filled with cutlery, vials of liquid, and miniature scroll cases, and his white gloves are far, far too fancy for the rest of his clothes, obviously magical in some way judging by the runic discs of iron chained around them like necklaces.
He walks into an alley, looks around, and pulls back his hood to reveal a wolf-like head with gleaming red-violet eyes. He takes off his mask and puts it back on as a bib. He casts a quick spell and conjures a big, black, juicy cheeseburger from a rift. He digs in, as if desperate to get it eaten before someone sees him.
"Of course. He's taken. Plus, I doubt he's interested at all. I'm... beneath him."
"Whatever I mix up in my lab. I combine herbs, spices, and other plant-based narcotics to make spice blends. That's what I give out every day."
“Good. I’m surprised about Mauric though. I thought you kinda resented him for his success.”
“And you honestly think you are contributing good to the world through its distribution?”
"At first. He was so chill I kind of got over it."
"Yes. Now shut up."
“Ah. Well, in another life, you two would’ve been a good pair. But Mauric’s happy with Nick. And why would you ever be attracted to me? I know you’re a furry by default, but I didn’t expect you to be a scalie too.”
They go quiet.
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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.
"At first. He was so chill I kind of got over it."
"Yes. Now shut up."
“Ah. Well, in another life, you two would’ve been a good pair. But Mauric’s happy with Nick. And why would you ever be attracted to me? I know you’re a furry by default, but I didn’t expect you to be a scalie too.”
They go quiet.
"I mean, you seem cruel and pointless on the surface, but beneath that you're... really sweet. Like... puppies and kittens sweet."
Cathan doesn't say anything either. He just finishes up with his gardening.
*yo anyone wanna do Smorgasbord?*
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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!
“Who were these candidates?” He smirks again.
“Belief is a balm to the wounded, but it is not a panacea. You can offer your own treatment, but it would do you well to consider other cures as well.”
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, Samaritan, Sparrow, Mauric, most guys I've met here, really. Rag is cool, but not romantic material. Same with Ichigo."
"People have gone to great lengths to make sure I could never access anything else. People who I still need to kill. So maybe I'll change my tactics in the future. But right now, this is what works. It's not about faith. It's always been about spice."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ugh 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!
*see you around!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Me? Wow. I thought you hated me?” He suddenly looks cold. “But stay away from my man.”
”And what is this ‘spice’?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*IM ALIVE AGAIN -"
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
*YIPPEEEE*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Of course. He's taken. Plus, I doubt he's interested at all. I'm... beneath him."
"Whatever I mix up in my lab. I combine herbs, spices, and other plant-based narcotics to make spice blends. That's what I give out every day."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I introed Flint Lockwood a bit ago, if you're interested.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Good. I’m surprised about Mauric though. I thought you kinda resented him for his success.”
“And you honestly think you are contributing good to the world through its distribution?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*me thinks I want to bring in my fermentation boi. He is just a silly artificer who worked during prohibition and makes alcohol.*
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
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Ye.*
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
"At first. He was so chill I kind of got over it."
"Yes. Now shut up."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Ah. Well, in another life, you two would’ve been a good pair. But Mauric’s happy with Nick. And why would you ever be attracted to me? I know you’re a furry by default, but I didn’t expect you to be a scalie too.”
They go quiet.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*sorry i vanished*
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 mean, you seem cruel and pointless on the surface, but beneath that you're... really sweet. Like... puppies and kittens sweet."
Cathan doesn't say anything either. He just finishes up with his gardening.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*All good, boyo.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels