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)
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Teralith is still drinking something outside of the Inn
"Don't you know drinking hurts your liver, sweetie?" A large, tall and rather plump polar bear woman asks from nearby. She wears a wintery sweater and thick, baggy sweatpants.
Teralith looks up from his drink
"Wouldn't you rather drink something sweet and keep warm?" she asks, crouching down to his height and smiling
"Oh, uh, don't worry about me" He gestures to his skull and than his exposed ribs
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)
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Bishop is outside, setting up a shrine to Carrion. He is dressed in his full robes, his veil attacked to his hat covering his skeletal horse head. He has set out candles made of human fat, lit each one with matches made from a treeants body. He kneels down at the shrine, offering a cut of still twitching meat before devouring it under the veil in less than a few seconds.
Water covers his entire body, trapping him in a bubble, but he quickly breaks out of it, leaving the Triton annoyed “Who do you think killed him?”
“Maybe, I wasn’t a good general back when I was young. When I was old, I already wasn’t doing well, and now I’m only older.”
“Eh, semantics and all that. Anyway, what’s up hot stuff?” He says with a chuckle, “Get it?”
"You can't have him.. She loves him, and she'll get him back, no matter if it costs me my life." he spits out, shutting the door and locking it.
"Well you don't look a day over 45." he chuckles.
She's only slightly amused. "I have a partner, dear. But the joke is appreciated."
He stands outside of the door for a moment before unsummoning his trident, “I’ll go get it later, he can’t save them anyway.” He walks off. (Good place to end?)
“Something makes me doubt that.” He rolls his shoulder, making a popping sound.
“Lucky [gp], now I’ve got to get going, worlds to end, stuff like that.” He spins around, going back to walking.
(why do you do this to me)
"I said 'look', not 'sound'" he says chuckling. He returns to his whittling
"We never claimed exclusivity!" she says with a chuckle, flying off.
*Do what? ;) Also, do you want anyone else for rp?*
“What are you making there?” He asks them, looking at it as he continues to polish his own weapon.
(Good place to end too?)
*give me 2-3 randoms*
"An effigy of a lost friend." he says simply, showing them a wooden strugel.
Thane is working out in the forest, though he does keep an eye on his hatchling, making sure they aren’t going to go too far.
Marie is sitting on a Grave in the forest that she met Jax in, thinking about all that has led up to where they are now, looking at a broken down church in the distance.
“A lost friend? I understand, I know how that feels to lose those close to you.”
The hatchling has reached about toddler age, and is mimicking Thane's routine
She hears a loud, guttural yelling from said church
"I don't know whether or not he lives or not..." he says sadly.
He helps them along to match his pace, seeing how fast they have grown in such little time, and oh so proud.
She sighs and decides to go and check it out, taking out some of her many knives. Stealth:26
“If they do not live in this realm, they live in another my friend, they will always hold dear in our hearts.”
Basil is outside, feeding some children sandwiches
Hyacinth is outside, talking to some creatures
*Description for Hyacinth please. Nvm.*
Thane walks over and watches them silently, looking at the children, holding his own child.
Jack, a human of average height and decently good looks, is playing catch with his blink dog, smiling as they blitz the ball and are back in, well, a blink.
Bishop is outside, setting up a shrine to Carrion. He is dressed in his full robes, his veil attacked to his hat covering his skeletal horse head. He has set out candles made of human fat, lit each one with matches made from a treeants body. He kneels down at the shrine, offering a cut of still twitching meat before devouring it under the veil in less than a few seconds.
He hears someone whistling a tune behind him
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
*Uh IDK I just want one of my chars to be romanced (If you are okay with romancing my chars)*
*I am an accidental master of romancing characters, who would you like romanced?*
*Rly anyone. Preferably any of my dragonborns*
*I can totally do that, what’re any of their types?*
*Basil: The twink likes bears (as in big gay men). Typically people who try to help people
Hyacinth: Kind hearted, level headed people*
*That sounds like I could just do Thane for Basil. As for Hyacinth, I could think of something.*
*Okie :3*
*Do you wanna rp? It’s cool if not.*
*Yep*
*Can you give me one more description of Hyacinth first?*
*She is a large, cyanish blueish gem dragonborn, covered in fluffy fur. She stands at a posture of about eight feet, nine feet counting her curved horns. Her tail has an axolotl-like tail, with softly curved ridges. She has a pointed breastplate, with a sharp fauld. She has goggles with reddish blueish lenses*
Bishop is outside, setting up a shrine to Carrion. He is dressed in his full robes, his veil attacked to his hat covering his skeletal horse head. He has set out candles made of human fat, lit each one with matches made from a treeants body. He kneels down at the shrine, offering a cut of still twitching meat before devouring it under the veil in less than a few seconds.
He hears someone whistling a tune behind him
He quickly stands up, wiping off his hands on a bloody cloth before sticking it in his pocket. He turns around, as if looking for the source of the sound.
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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
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*did you reply 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)
*Can you give me one more description of Hyacinth first?*
*For Jester*
Basil is outside, feeding some children sandwiches
Hyacinth is outside, talking to some creatures
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
She nods "well, what now?"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Oh, uh, don't worry about me" He gestures to his skull and than his exposed ribs
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
*slM?*
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)
"dinner sounds perfect"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Bishop is outside, setting up a shrine to Carrion. He is dressed in his full robes, his veil attacked to his hat covering his skeletal horse head. He has set out candles made of human fat, lit each one with matches made from a treeants body. He kneels down at the shrine, offering a cut of still twitching meat before devouring it under the veil in less than a few seconds.
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
He helps them along to match his pace, seeing how fast they have grown in such little time, and oh so proud.
She sighs and decides to go and check it out, taking out some of her many knives. Stealth:26
“If they do not live in this realm, they live in another my friend, they will always hold dear in our hearts.”
*Description for Hyacinth please. Nvm.*
Thane walks over and watches them silently, looking at the children, holding his own child.
Jack, a human of average height and decently good looks, is playing catch with his blink dog, smiling as they blitz the ball and are back in, well, a blink.
*Cut for Salem.*
He decides to take a break, picking them up and giving them a little hug, “Ya’ve been doin’ great.”
She immediately removes herself from hiding, putting her knives away and walking over to the beast, loving sympathy in her eyes, “Jax?”
He puts down his mace, beginning to polish his shield.
He hears someone whistling a tune behind him
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*She is a large, cyanish blueish gem dragonborn, covered in fluffy fur. She stands at a posture of about eight feet, nine feet counting her curved horns. Her tail has an axolotl-like tail, with softly curved ridges. She has a pointed breastplate, with a sharp fauld. She has goggles with reddish blueish lenses*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
He quickly stands up, wiping off his hands on a bloody cloth before sticking it in his pocket. He turns around, as if looking for the source of the sound.
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