*My protag is almost ready to get the crap beaten out of him.*
*It's not plot armor, he actually is tougher than that brick wall and highly resistant to small arms fire!*
*But it still hurts like hell.*
*Oh, that’s fun, character development of the most painful variety, it’s incredibly amazing. I’m not going to ask, but if you ever publish it, I might definitely read it.*
*Heh, I'm gonna post it online for free, most likely. Maybe on Webtoon or something. Anyway, I'm doing this mostly to prove that I can.*
*The art is going to be simplistic, and alternate between kinda cute and as horrific as I can make it, which would turn off a lot of shonen and seinen readers. The content likely wouldn't appeal to the Josei and Shojo demographics as much.*
*I doubt any publishers would even pretend to take a chance on me.*
*Dude, don’t doubt your own talent for a second, because I know you’re incredibly talented. Anyway, reading it will certainly be a treat, I will provide creative criticism if I end up having any.*
*Talent isn't the issue. It's experience.*
*I know I'm basically a creative genius, but if I never do anything I'll never learn.*
*Besides, the simple art is a stylistic choice. It's just that sort of art is usually labeled as "bad." Have you seen the game OFF? I'm thinking of something like that. A bit surreal, a bit crude, a bit dark. It would be more Manga-styled than OFF, but it would still follow the guidelines set by the game. I'm not going to have beautifully rendered landscapes or anything like that until I'm good and ready.*
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 smiles, hugging back. "Essercise!"
The large beast bears his clothes and trademark lavender hair. It pads over to her on all fours, the air around it freezing. He lets out a soft growl, reaching for her.
"You keep care of your weapons, but do you keep care of your body?"
“That’s right, Exercise, keep the body strong. Just like yer papa.”
She runs over to them, hugging them tightly as emotion take her over in a way she hasn’t allowed it to in years, tears streaming down the sides of her face “My beloved, tell me, is that you?!”
“My tools have succeeded where my body has failed, I must show them that respect.”
"Papa strong." he says confidently, pointing to thane
"In... flesh." he growls out, massive paws holding her back
"And how about your heart?" he asks, narrowing his eyes slightly.
He smiles and flexes one of his arms, “Strong for ya.” He picks them back up, holding them in the air.
She cries into their chest, unable to wrap her arms all the way around them “Are you stuck like this?”
He thinks about it, looking at his mace “It’s grown with time, but weighed down by guilt.”
*Salem?*
*missed this.*
He sits on their arm, flexing as well.
"No... need Yuki.." he says without pain in his voice. "And the fox... I am.. a Fenrir..."
"As is mine..." he says, weeping silently as he looks at the figure he carved.
*Good, thought you were ignoring me.*
“Wow! Look at ya, stronger than me already.” He says with a smile, his golden eyes looking down at them.
She nods, pulling back from the hug, “I’ll go get Yuki, stay here, if you need anything, I will be there, my beloved.” She runs over to get Yuki.
He pats their shoulders, sighing “That wouldn’t want us to let ourselves be too bogged down by all that pain.”
he beams, growling and flexing harder.
Yuki is tending to somebody in the cafe.
"Love must go on." he says, the figure setting ablaze.
He begins walking back to the Inn, “Come on.” He gives them a piggy back.
She runs into the cafe “Jax needs your help, please.” Her voice pleading like she never has, her makeup running.
He watches the figure burn “That is all that we can truly do for them.”
"I think it is. what is it you do? Like, for work, or do you just travel?"
"I'm a weaver, but right now I'm in school. My friend has something she wants to show me, so she called me here"
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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)
Bishop is sitting on the stoop of his carriage home, reading a book on the art of cooking. He whistles to himself, a small campfire in front of him blazing bright green flames.
Ashi is sitting at a table, shuffling cards for a game of gin rummy with a few people. People have already placed their bets in the center.
Samaritan is outside, being grumpy. He is, for lack of a better term, blazing.
Bishop is sitting on the stoop of his carriage home, reading a book on the art of cooking. He whistles to himself, a small campfire in front of him blazing bright green flames.
Ashi is sitting at a table, shuffling cards for a game of gin rummy with a few people. People have already placed their bets in the center.
Samaritan is outside, being grumpy. He is, for lack of a better term, blazing.
Mauric is wandering through the woods. He looks... different.
Mala hurries over, taking a seat.
Rio walks up and hugs him from behind. "Hiiii~"
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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.
*anyone else want to RP? Speak now or forever hold your peace.*
*I would love to rp if you want to, who would you like?*
*Uhhhhh Tengen, Sparrow, and Milo.*
Tengen is thinking about everything he's done, and finds himself disgusted. Though there isn't much he can do, he's committed Sepuku before, but that has only gotten him this far, and would only enrage the Black Crown, and so, he thinks about what else he may be able to do.
Sparrow is sitting on the back porch of his home, having a smoke and a drink, looking out as the sun begins to set, and thinks about all of the things that he's been through, and every thing that may be ahead.
Milo is starting a garden outside of the Inn. He's wearing a sun hat and overalls with a little bit of a smile on his face as he waters the seeds of the garden, singing a little song to the plants and himself.
*Talent isn't the issue. It's experience.*
*I know I'm basically a creative genius, but if I never do anything I'll never learn.*
*Besides, the simple art is a stylistic choice. It's just that sort of art is usually labeled as "bad." Have you seen the game OFF? I'm thinking of something like that. A bit surreal, a bit crude, a bit dark. It would be more Manga-styled than OFF, but it would still follow the guidelines set by the game. I'm not going to have beautifully rendered landscapes or anything like that until I'm good and ready.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Teralith still doesn’t really know how to respond, but slowly asks "Wanna... go on a date?"
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 begins walking back to the Inn, “Come on.” He gives them a piggy back.
She runs into the cafe “Jax needs your help, please.” Her voice pleading like she never has, her makeup running.
He watches the figure burn “That is all that we can truly do for them.”
"Okay."
*Good place to end.*
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.
"I'm a weaver, but right now I'm in school. My friend has something she wants to show me, so she called me here"
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)
🔴
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*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*are you recording now?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Too bad.*
*Nope.*
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
*Im back, does anyone want to rp? Anyone at all?*
*Please? Pretty please?*
*for everyone*
Thirteen is still studying the skull-mask.
Mauric is nowhere to be found.
Loriche is out hunting with Clover.
Riotan is lying on his back in the dust.
Malafasa is reading in her nest.
Yod is looking for a new mark.
Eito is asleep at Omi's house.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Characters for anyone wants to roleplay.*
Bishop is sitting on the stoop of his carriage home, reading a book on the art of cooking. He whistles to himself, a small campfire in front of him blazing bright green flames.
Ashi is sitting at a table, shuffling cards for a game of gin rummy with a few people. People have already placed their bets in the center.
Samaritan is outside, being grumpy. He is, for lack of a better term, blazing.
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
Mauric is wandering through the woods. He looks... different.
Mala hurries over, taking a seat.
Rio walks up and hugs him from behind. "Hiiii~"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
It gets the feeling someone is watching him, though has yet to be
Somebody with flaming feet walks past them.
She feels someone softly shaking the tree her nest sits on.
He looks around. Currently, he's just wandering through the woods aimlessly.
He sits up, looking a bit groggy. "Huh?"
She looks down, confused.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.