taika seems to have rebounded since his failure regarding bug and the lady, standing outside the tavern with his old familiar pitch. Notably, he seems to be using a different display model. This one is made of white porcelain with intricately painted features and glassy eyes, the spitting image of a fine porcelain doll.
Rio walks by, looking battered but happy. "Oh, what's this?"
“Only the finest in golem technology!” He gives a wide, toothy grin
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"Brother, I run a hotel in the Nightmare Realm. I welcome you with open arms."
"Yeah. Omi decided that I kill myself tomorrow. Trying to enjoy nature."
"Cool!" He walks over to Podmorski. "What's the Nightmare Realm? Is it in the Abyss?"
"That is wise but I do not see how another being can decide the choices of another. I doubt such a thing can happen."
*Pod is currently nothing but a voice, but if asked he could manifest a thought-based form* "Eh... no. It's kind of like where the two material echoes, the Shadowfell and the Feywild, meet. Too much and two little at the same time. You can make anything if you're skilled enough with it, but by that point you've usually faded into nightmare matter yourself."
"He's done it before. I'm sure he'll do it again."
"Ohhh. No clue about that stuff. I'm an Outer Planes guy, y'know?"
"How? How could such a thing be?"
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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.
Various machines have begun looking for Home, led by Tyrone (the doppelganger of Home).
Felix nods and roots through his backpack. After a bit, he pulls out a small, fragrant, unidentifiable item. A lure of some sort. He places it down at the hole. It smells incredible even to the owlin.
They find him at Loriche's camp most likely, sitting by the fire, blankly staring at it.
They kneel down beside him, watching with interest "May I ask of what it is made of?"
Tyrone walks over and crouches down in the flames, looking him in the eye. "Hey, dummy. What's up?"
"A lot of things. The main body is ube, because I know it well enough to make something really good out of it."
"Managed to get free thanks to this friend of mine." He said, looking up "Broke a hole in the house."
"Interesting.. Does it appeal to all beings?" It asks "How is it made or grown?"
*Pod is currently nothing but a voice, but if asked he could manifest a thought-based form* "Eh... no. It's kind of like where the two material echoes, the Shadowfell and the Feywild, meet. Too much and two little at the same time. You can make anything if you're skilled enough with it, but by that point you've usually faded into nightmare matter yourself."
"He's done it before. I'm sure he'll do it again."
"Ohhh. No clue about that stuff. I'm an Outer Planes guy, y'know?"
"How? How could such a thing be?"
"Understood. It's a terrible place, so you'd probably be chill with it. I'm building a theme park downstairs with a friend, so try not to spoil it for yourself. It's gonna be fantastic."
"He has some sort of 'Death Note' thing. I flipped through it, and evidently he's been torturing me for a while."
taika seems to have rebounded since his failure regarding bug and the lady, standing outside the tavern with his old familiar pitch. Notably, he seems to be using a different display model. This one is made of white porcelain with intricately painted features and glassy eyes, the spitting image of a fine porcelain doll.
Rio walks by, looking battered but happy. "Oh, what's this?"
“Only the finest in golem technology!” He gives a wide, toothy grin
"And can this one feel pain?"
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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.
Tyrone walks over and crouches down in the flames, looking him in the eye. "Hey, dummy. What's up?"
"A lot of things. The main body is ube, because I know it well enough to make something really good out of it."
"Managed to get free thanks to this friend of mine." He said, looking up "Broke a hole in the house."
"Interesting.. Does it appeal to all beings?" It asks "How is it made or grown?"
"Epic, man!" He holds up a hand for a high-five, then lowers it after a second because he's on fire. "Glad you're out!"
"I'm not an agriculture expert, but they grow in the ground where it's warm enough. They don't appeal to everyone, but I can make them pretty good, and if I cover them with sauces and spices just right, it's pretty good or at least edible to just about all carbon-based life-forms. This mix is for rodents. They love this stuff especially. I just wish I didn't write all my recipes in shorthand. Now no one is going to be able to read it."
*Pod is currently nothing but a voice, but if asked he could manifest a thought-based form* "Eh... no. It's kind of like where the two material echoes, the Shadowfell and the Feywild, meet. Too much and two little at the same time. You can make anything if you're skilled enough with it, but by that point you've usually faded into nightmare matter yourself."
"He's done it before. I'm sure he'll do it again."
"Ohhh. No clue about that stuff. I'm an Outer Planes guy, y'know?"
"How? How could such a thing be?"
"Understood. It's a terrible place, so you'd probably be chill with it. I'm building a theme park downstairs with a friend, so try not to spoil it for yourself. It's gonna be fantastic."
"He has some sort of 'Death Note' thing. I flipped through it, and evidently he's been torturing me for a while."
"Oh cool. Who're you?"
"That is... deranged."
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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.
Tyrone walks over and crouches down in the flames, looking him in the eye. "Hey, dummy. What's up?"
"A lot of things. The main body is ube, because I know it well enough to make something really good out of it."
"Managed to get free thanks to this friend of mine." He said, looking up "Broke a hole in the house."
"Interesting.. Does it appeal to all beings?" It asks "How is it made or grown?"
"Epic, man!" He holds up a hand for a high-five, then lowers it after a second because he's on fire. "Glad you're out!"
"I'm not an agriculture expert, but they grow in the ground where it's warm enough. They don't appeal to everyone, but I can make them pretty good, and if I cover them with sauces and spices just right, it's pretty good or at least edible to just about all carbon-based life-forms. This mix is for rodents. They love this stuff especially. I just wish I didn't write all my recipes in shorthand. Now no one is going to be able to read it."
"I suppose." He says and looks at the other machines "And army to find me huh?" He says, his tone is more.. monotone now.
"If you would like, I could try and copy them down into more legible hands writing." He offers as the little critter crawls out. Like a blur, it's suddenly in their talons. "Oh thank you so very much. Voles are hard to get these days, most are hiding for the winter.'
taika seems to have rebounded since his failure regarding bug and the lady, standing outside the tavern with his old familiar pitch. Notably, he seems to be using a different display model. This one is made of white porcelain with intricately painted features and glassy eyes, the spitting image of a fine porcelain doll.
*rp boink*
Rp pls
Please rp anyone please
*I feel bad for saying this, but I'd feel worse if I just ignored you.*
*Your character has to has a reason to seek out interaction and for others to seek interaction from them. All Taika does is sell a product nobody needs. And to be clear, I don't mean it's worthless, but anyone who wants something like that is probably an inventor in their own right. It's cool and all, but not easy to interact with.*
*I guess you’re right. I’ve built these little scenarios of what would happen, but nothing triggers right because in these scenarios, I planned what would happen based on what I would do, and since everyone has a unique psyche, other things happen. But I need to prepare contingencies for those sorts of things. I’m sorry*
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"Not lost, just wandering." She looks back at the carcasses. "Do you intend on eating those? It seemed like they were just left to rot."
"No. I have all the food I could want." He laughs, sharp teeth glinting.
"Alright." She responds, walking over to the carcass of a deer and nonchalantly producing a dagger from her satchel as she begins to cut it open. "It'd be a shame if this all just went to the soil."
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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)
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!
"Not lost, just wandering." She looks back at the carcasses. "Do you intend on eating those? It seemed like they were just left to rot."
"No. I have all the food I could want." He laughs, sharp teeth glinting.
"Alright." She responds, walking over to the carcass of a deer and nonchalantly producing a dagger from her satchel as she begins to cut it open. "It'd be a shame if this all just went to the soil."
taika seems to have rebounded since his failure regarding bug and the lady, standing outside the tavern with his old familiar pitch. Notably, he seems to be using a different display model. This one is made of white porcelain with intricately painted features and glassy eyes, the spitting image of a fine porcelain doll.
Rio walks by, looking battered but happy. "Oh, what's this?"
“Only the finest in golem technology!” He gives a wide, toothy grin
"And can this one feel pain?"
“No, it’s just a display model. I haven’t engraved a personality into it yet, it’s a bit of a blank slate as of yet. But if you need one that would, I can fix it up for you”
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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)
taika seems to have rebounded since his failure regarding bug and the lady, standing outside the tavern with his old familiar pitch. Notably, he seems to be using a different display model. This one is made of white porcelain with intricately painted features and glassy eyes, the spitting image of a fine porcelain doll.
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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)
taika seems to have rebounded since his failure regarding bug and the lady, standing outside the tavern with his old familiar pitch. Notably, he seems to be using a different display model. This one is made of white porcelain with intricately painted features and glassy eyes, the spitting image of a fine porcelain doll.
Rio walks by, looking battered but happy. "Oh, what's this?"
“Only the finest in golem technology!” He gives a wide, toothy grin
"And can this one feel pain?"
“No, it’s just a display model. I haven’t engraved a personality into it yet, it’s a bit of a blank slate as of yet. But if you need one that would, I can fix it up for you”
"Oh that'd be nice. How much does it cost?"
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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.
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He places a hand on her shoulder. "People are gonna be haunted by this place for decades." He speaks proudly.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Only the finest in golem technology!” He gives a wide, toothy grin
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)
"Ohhh. No clue about that stuff. I'm an Outer Planes guy, y'know?"
"How? How could such a thing be?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Managed to get free thanks to this friend of mine." He said, looking up "Broke a hole in the house."
"Interesting.. Does it appeal to all beings?" It asks "How is it made or grown?"
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
"Understood. It's a terrible place, so you'd probably be chill with it. I'm building a theme park downstairs with a friend, so try not to spoil it for yourself. It's gonna be fantastic."
"He has some sort of 'Death Note' thing. I flipped through it, and evidently he's been torturing me for a while."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Really? From what I've observed, I'd definitely not say that."
"Oh really? Then what's the weapon I made you yesterday when we were watching the house burn down?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"And can this one feel pain?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Heh, your just saying that because I kiss you and feed you." He said, laughing a bit then sighing "It just feels like it sometimes.. I don't know."
"A knife." It replies, chuckling.
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
"Epic, man!" He holds up a hand for a high-five, then lowers it after a second because he's on fire. "Glad you're out!"
"I'm not an agriculture expert, but they grow in the ground where it's warm enough. They don't appeal to everyone, but I can make them pretty good, and if I cover them with sauces and spices just right, it's pretty good or at least edible to just about all carbon-based life-forms. This mix is for rodents. They love this stuff especially. I just wish I didn't write all my recipes in shorthand. Now no one is going to be able to read it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh cool. Who're you?"
"That is... deranged."
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 suppose." He says and looks at the other machines "And army to find me huh?" He says, his tone is more.. monotone now.
"If you would like, I could try and copy them down into more legible hands writing." He offers as the little critter crawls out. Like a blur, it's suddenly in their talons. "Oh thank you so very much. Voles are hard to get these days, most are hiding for the winter.'
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
*I guess you’re right. I’ve built these little scenarios of what would happen, but nothing triggers right because in these scenarios, I planned what would happen based on what I would do, and since everyone has a unique psyche, other things happen. But I need to prepare contingencies for those sorts of things. I’m sorry*
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)
"Yeah... it's gonna be amazing." She responds, also proud.
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)
"Alright." She responds, walking over to the carcass of a deer and nonchalantly producing a dagger from her satchel as she begins to cut it open. "It'd be a shame if this all just went to the soil."
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)
*Anyone wanna RP with me?*
. ݁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!
"They deserve it." He chuckles, tilting his head.
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, it’s just a display model. I haven’t engraved a personality into it yet, it’s a bit of a blank slate as of yet. But if you need one that would, I can fix it up for you”
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)
Yeah I can but I’ve just got taika
taika seems to have rebounded since his failure regarding bug and the lady, standing outside the tavern with his old familiar pitch. Notably, he seems to be using a different display model. This one is made of white porcelain with intricately painted features and glassy eyes, the spitting image of a fine porcelain doll.
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 get it. You got young chefs around you and stuff, showing off newfangled skills that you feel like you can't keep up with. It's gotta suck."
"Oh. Well, I... I don't know. Can you at least stand out where I can see you?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Oh that'd be nice. How much does it cost?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.