"It's okay..." Cherry adjusts her hair "Wanna get a drink?"
“Sure!” She seems happy for the redirection, holding the door for cherry
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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've got some birds in my fridge. Little ones, though. You'd have to eat a bunch of them to get full."
The old woman smiles kindly. "I never asked you to take it off, dear." She looks Masuki up and down. "Hmmm... quite a pickle, quite a pickle." She rubs her chin(s). "Would you like to have tea at my place? I think I might be able to help."
"It is okay, I don't want to take from you, especially if they are your own and I can easily get a few." He smiles, his caramel brown plumage fluffing a bit.
Masuki wrings her hands "Ma'am... I cant drink without taking off my helmet..."
"Don't worry about it. I like feeding people a lot more than I like eating. And I like eating a lot, so, you know." He scoops up the owlin, despite being much shorter than them.
The old woman giggles, then gently puts a hand on the cheek of the helmet. "Oh, dearie. You won't have to worry about me..." Her eyes glow red, and she moves her hand in front of her face. She smacks the back of her head with the other, and her eyes fall out into her hand, leaving a pair of gaping black holes in her face. Her giggle becomes a cackle as she shakes the eyes in her hand like dice, her skin turning a vivid green as her hair falls out of her cap, long and grey. "...I've got nothing to fear!" Several passersby recoil as the hag reveals herself.
"I've got some birds in my fridge. Little ones, though. You'd have to eat a bunch of them to get full."
The old woman smiles kindly. "I never asked you to take it off, dear." She looks Masuki up and down. "Hmmm... quite a pickle, quite a pickle." She rubs her chin(s). "Would you like to have tea at my place? I think I might be able to help."
"It is okay, I don't want to take from you, especially if they are your own and I can easily get a few." He smiles, his caramel brown plumage fluffing a bit.
Masuki wrings her hands "Ma'am... I cant drink without taking off my helmet..."
"Don't worry about it. I like feeding people a lot more than I like eating. And I like eating a lot, so, you know." He scoops up the owlin, despite being much shorter than them.
The old woman giggles, then gently puts a hand on the cheek of the helmet. "Oh, dearie. You won't have to worry about me..." Her eyes glow red, and she moves her hand in front of her face. She smacks the back of her head with the other, and her eyes fall out into her hand, leaving a pair of gaping black holes in her face. Her giggle becomes a cackle as she shakes the eyes in her hand like dice, her skin turning a vivid green as her hair falls out of her cap, long and grey. "...I've got nothing to fear!" Several passersby recoil as the hag reveals herself.
"O-oh, you don't need to do that Felix, I am perfectly capable of walking." He squeaks though is making no attempt to squirm.
"That's not the issue ma'am... Yes, looking directly at me but my touch and close contact can also cause... Issues... The Black Crown knows better than I do about how it works."
"It's okay..." Cherry adjusts her hair "Wanna get a drink?"
“Sure!” She seems happy for the redirection, holding the door for cherry
When they get inside Cherry asks "So, what do you want?"
“Just some tea, please”
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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)
She gives it a gentle squeeze, and they become aware that she could probably crush a car with her bare hands. "Here we go! Wooo-eee!" She pulls them into the dark, and, in an instant, they are sitting at a table in a wood cottage with mud insulation, the interior cluttered with dolls and herbs and occult symbols. There is a cup of tea in their hands as the overgrown woman cooks something at the oven with one hand and something at the cauldron with the other. She turns around. "Hey there! Did you bring me anything?" She chuckles. "I'm joking. Grannies bring their grandkids things, not the other way around."
"This is your house? That's nice!" She smiles
"Yer darn right it's nice! There used to be a self-playing piano in here, see. My husband always wrote songs for me. But he was hung a while back, and after a while I moved his stuff to storage or sold it. Didn't have room for a grand piano. We would dance for what felt like ages. I was the better dancer, but he tried really hard." She sighs wistfully. "Do you collect beetles?"
"It's okay..." Cherry adjusts her hair "Wanna get a drink?"
“Sure!” She seems happy for the redirection, holding the door for cherry
When they get inside Cherry asks "So, what do you want?"
“Just some tea, please”
"Okay" She pulls out 3 GP
“No, I can pay”
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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)
*Everyone I’m so sorry I was gone, I’m here now, does anyone want to rp while I’m here?*
*Yes please.*
*Of course my dear friend, who would you like?*
*Tengen, Shen, and Sparrow.*
*Of course, here you go.*
Tengen is cleaning new blood off of his blade in an alley, two mangled corpses next to him as he takes deep, shuttering breaths, his eyes burning with his hellfire though he’s in his human disguise, trying to settle his rage.
Shen is practicing his martial arts in the woods, using a tree as a sort of board to increase the strength of his fists ever further as well as using it as a Wing Chun.
Sparrow is walking through town after making some money, he didn’t do much, just did a little fighting and is now headed towards the Inn, humming to himself.
She gives it a gentle squeeze, and they become aware that she could probably crush a car with her bare hands. "Here we go! Wooo-eee!" She pulls them into the dark, and, in an instant, they are sitting at a table in a wood cottage with mud insulation, the interior cluttered with dolls and herbs and occult symbols. There is a cup of tea in their hands as the overgrown woman cooks something at the oven with one hand and something at the cauldron with the other. She turns around. "Hey there! Did you bring me anything?" She chuckles. "I'm joking. Grannies bring their grandkids things, not the other way around."
"This is your house? That's nice!" She smiles
"Yer darn right it's nice! There used to be a self-playing piano in here, see. My husband always wrote songs for me. But he was hung a while back, and after a while I moved his stuff to storage or sold it. Didn't have room for a grand piano. We would dance for what felt like ages. I was the better dancer, but he tried really hard." She sighs wistfully. "Do you collect beetles?"
Their nanite screen bluescreens for a slight bit "No?..."
*yep! hi!*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Hey Tarra, who would you like?*
“Sure!” She seems happy for the redirection, holding the door for cherry
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 think we should continue the fight. If I remember, it was James's turn again*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Don't worry about it. I like feeding people a lot more than I like eating. And I like eating a lot, so, you know." He scoops up the owlin, despite being much shorter than them.
The old woman giggles, then gently puts a hand on the cheek of the helmet. "Oh, dearie. You won't have to worry about me..." Her eyes glow red, and she moves her hand in front of her face. She smacks the back of her head with the other, and her eyes fall out into her hand, leaving a pair of gaping black holes in her face. Her giggle becomes a cackle as she shakes the eyes in her hand like dice, her skin turning a vivid green as her hair falls out of her cap, long and grey. "...I've got nothing to fear!" Several passersby recoil as the hag reveals herself.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
When they get inside Cherry asks "So, what do you want?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Actually James cast Irresistible Dance for the last time, which means it’s Lify’s turn right?*
*Yes please.*
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
*Of course my dear friend, who would you like?*
"O-oh, you don't need to do that Felix, I am perfectly capable of walking." He squeaks though is making no attempt to squirm.
"That's not the issue ma'am... Yes, looking directly at me but my touch and close contact can also cause... Issues... The Black Crown knows better than I do about how it works."
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
*Tengen, Shen, and Sparrow.*
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
“Just some tea, please”
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*
Lify hits her dad with the longsword, than the shortsword
Long: 19, 4, and chooses to wound it
Short: 27, 1
Her dad does the wis: 19
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
3
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Yer darn right it's nice! There used to be a self-playing piano in here, see. My husband always wrote songs for me. But he was hung a while back, and after a while I moved his stuff to storage or sold it. Didn't have room for a grand piano. We would dance for what felt like ages. I was the better dancer, but he tried really hard." She sighs wistfully. "Do you collect beetles?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Okay" She pulls out 3 GP
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“No, I can pay”
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)
*Of course, here you go.*
Tengen is cleaning new blood off of his blade in an alley, two mangled corpses next to him as he takes deep, shuttering breaths, his eyes burning with his hellfire though he’s in his human disguise, trying to settle his rage.
Shen is practicing his martial arts in the woods, using a tree as a sort of board to increase the strength of his fists ever further as well as using it as a Wing Chun.
Sparrow is walking through town after making some money, he didn’t do much, just did a little fighting and is now headed towards the Inn, humming to himself.
"You don't have too, I can"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Their nanite screen bluescreens for a slight bit "No?..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.