*I'm back, sorry I took so long. I treated myself to an excursion and am now 70 dollars poorer*
*anybody wanna rp?*
*I would love to, who would you like my beloved?*
*I'm gay and stupid and I cant pick rn, sry*
*Firstly, you’re fine, secondly, I can just give you someone, how many people do you want?*
*2-4*
*I still I’ll stick with the average of three.*
The Triton with the crown and the trident has learned that Damian is alive again, and is pacing in front of the Inn, muttering to himself about it.
Marie is preparing for her own wedding, sitting on the love seat in Jax’s home, her snakes hissing in her ears as she looks through venues.
The Lizardfolk I described a bit above is still in the Inn. She’s trying to still write up songs, though she doesn’t have many ideas, chewing on the remains of a rib.
"excuse me, have you seen a pink dragoness?" a large, ancient black and purple dragon asks the triton, crouched and still towering over him (silyxer)
Jax tries to quiet the snakes by giving them drops of his blood. "Hello, dear."
Lacai is nearby, coloring and humming to himself
He looks up to the giant dragon, immediately beginning to mutter to himself about something ease before saying “No? I just got to town a few days ago.”
They do lick up the blood, but aren’t silenced, simply switching their focus to Jax. She looks up, “Oh, hello, my love.”
She looks up from her notes, waving at them with a smile as bright as the sun, her scales shining.
"Oh, alright. Why are you pacing?" he asks, head inching closer
He gives up, petting each individual one. "Wedding planning? Good thing we didn't buy a suit." he says, looking down at his new body.
"Wha-? Oh, h-hello!" he says politely before returning to his art.
He considers lying, but realizes he probably can’t kill or outrun this dragon “Because the person I killed isn’t dead anymore.”
After that, they do calm down, resting softly on Marie’s head once more “You look good in tight clothes, but I get what you mean.” She says, chuckling softly.
She walks over, laying down next to them with her bottle of whiskey “What ya drawin?”
*I'm back, sorry I took so long. I treated myself to an excursion and am now 70 dollars poorer*
*anybody wanna rp?*
*I would love to, who would you like my beloved?*
*I'm gay and stupid and I cant pick rn, sry*
*Firstly, you’re fine, secondly, I can just give you someone, how many people do you want?*
*2-4*
*I still I’ll stick with the average of three.*
The Triton with the crown and the trident has learned that Damian is alive again, and is pacing in front of the Inn, muttering to himself about it.
Marie is preparing for her own wedding, sitting on the love seat in Jax’s home, her snakes hissing in her ears as she looks through venues.
The Lizardfolk I described a bit above is still in the Inn. She’s trying to still write up songs, though she doesn’t have many ideas, chewing on the remains of a rib.
"excuse me, have you seen a pink dragoness?" a large, ancient black and purple dragon asks the triton, crouched and still towering over him (silyxer)
Jax tries to quiet the snakes by giving them drops of his blood. "Hello, dear."
Lacai is nearby, coloring and humming to himself
He looks up to the giant dragon, immediately beginning to mutter to himself about something ease before saying “No? I just got to town a few days ago.”
They do lick up the blood, but aren’t silenced, simply switching their focus to Jax. She looks up, “Oh, hello, my love.”
She looks up from her notes, waving at them with a smile as bright as the sun, her scales shining.
"Oh, alright. Why are you pacing?" he asks, head inching closer
He gives up, petting each individual one. "Wedding planning? Good thing we didn't buy a suit." he says, looking down at his new body.
"Wha-? Oh, h-hello!" he says politely before returning to his art.
He considers lying, but realizes he probably can’t kill or outrun this dragon “Because the person I killed isn’t dead anymore.”
After that, they do calm down, resting softly on Marie’s head once more “You look good in tight clothes, but I get what you mean.” She says, chuckling softly.
She walks over, laying down next to them with her bottle of whiskey “What ya drawin?”
He scoops them up to bring them closer to his face, making them stand on his open palm. "Who did you kill? A bad person?"
"Want me to help?" he says, sitting next to her
"My boyfriend." he says simply
“A bad person? When I knew him he was a bad person. He left my sister at the altar.” He says, though his voice is tinted with the rage of bias.
“Honey, you don’t have to worry your pretty head about it for a moment, I’ve done this before, unless you have something you would like to add.”
“Who’s yer boyfriend?” She asks, tilting her head and looking at the drawings.
“He didn’t disagree! He had the chance to say no, but he just disappears the day of the marriage without any explanation! He deserved to be eaten by maggots, somehow he’s convinced the people here he’s worth loving.” He points his trident at them angrily, before realizing his place.
“Good, you’re very good at it.” She gives them a kiss, continuing to work on preparing for their marriage, “I love you Jax, every part of you I love with all my heart.”
She turns to them, surprised by that “Am I drunk or did ya just say Dracula?” She says with a smile.
He considers lying, but realizes he probably can’t kill or outrun this dragon “Because the person I killed isn’t dead anymore.”
After that, they do calm down, resting softly on Marie’s head once more “You look good in tight clothes, but I get what you mean.” She says, chuckling softly.
She walks over, laying down next to them with her bottle of whiskey “What ya drawin?”
"So being small is an evolutionary advantage?"
"I don't really do a lot of things, though I know how to sculpt"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*So, anyone else wanna RP?*
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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 don't think you would be able to say my full name so... Jiji?"
"Clay"
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“A bad person? When I knew him he was a bad person. He left my sister at the altar.” He says, though his voice is tinted with the rage of bias.
“Honey, you don’t have to worry your pretty head about it for a moment, I’ve done this before, unless you have something you would like to add.”
“Who’s yer boyfriend?” She asks, tilting her head and looking at the drawings.
*I have less than 15 minutes, ima try to make it last.*
*Well bye soon*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Ah [GP] GTG*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Bye soon, hope to see you soon.*
*Oh wait backup device :3c*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*You know you are on the spectrum when marshmallows go from delicious to 'if I eat one more, I will throw up. Why is it squishy and sticky'*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cut for Salem.*
“He didn’t disagree! He had the chance to say no, but he just disappears the day of the marriage without any explanation! He deserved to be eaten by maggots, somehow he’s convinced the people here he’s worth loving.” He points his trident at them angrily, before realizing his place.
“Good, you’re very good at it.” She gives them a kiss, continuing to work on preparing for their marriage, “I love you Jax, every part of you I love with all my heart.”
She turns to them, surprised by that “Am I drunk or did ya just say Dracula?” She says with a smile.
*You know your on the spectrum when you try to make toasted marshmallows on the stove top.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*what spectrum? There are many spectrums*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.