Damian is working in his garden, humming to himself as he adds a few plants to hang out with the rest of their new family.
Ambrosia is reading up on the library alone. She is wearing a thin black dress, an empty glass of wine sitting at the table in front of her.
Marie is still preparing for her wedding, currently looking at the place she decided for a venue, the broken down church she found Jax in.
"you're not watering Larry enough." Sam says from nearby, approaching and crunching into an apple
In her head rings out a high-pitched ringing. It seems to echo off the walls.
Lilac is scouting the location with her, sniffing around
He turns to them with a smile, grabbing his watering can “Thank you for telling me.” He begins to water Larry “I assume you aren’t here to kill me?”
She puts down her book, closing it. Her eyes slit as she looks around for what may be there, she begins searching.
The church is mostly just abandoned, some of the walls broken down and reclaimed by nature, but under the moon it looks nothing but beautiful.
"Roots would have pierced your heart by now." they say with a smile. "Besides, you're my sisters husband, that'd be a no-no to kill you."
It rings out again, slightly painful.
"And you're sure this is safe?"
“Ah you’re family, fantastic. I would say I’m a little harder to kill than that, but that’s already been proven otherwise.” He says with a chuckle.
She goes in the direction of the nose, trying to drown out every other sound and really listen to it.
“Lilac, we are powerful, our soon to be husbands are powerful, or at least mine is, I need to meet your husband by the way, everything will be fine.” She reassures them.
A signal is coming from the woods. When it hits radios, it seems to just be garbage noise with a very mild hypnotic effect. When it hits scrying tools (such as crystal balls), however, what happens is they get an image of a kitchen with mild distortion, a lanky construct with a cubic head, antenna, and humanoid clothing explaining how to cook and how magic factors into each component, explaining the magic itself with fun and interesting props and demonstrations.
At appropriate points, the sensor cuts to the construct going out and exploring a nightmarish carnival, talking to (visibly uncomfortable) experts, performing skits, and gathering fresh ingredients related to the dish they are making. They seem to be very interested in "nature," taking the time to pull the sensor over to watch fights go down, sometimes even getting involved.
By the time the signal calms down, about 20-something minutes after the show began, they have made some decadent meal and completed a story arc that had been used as a framing device. It often ends with the construct getting attacked by dagger-toothed clowns or children with masks. Afterwards, it just shows a word in white on a black background: Loddie.
Someone is in the forest observing the robot. Cloaked in shadow, Elijah is writing notes on the show. He decides it for the best he doesn’t get close, but he lets Collin go ahead and check things out. A puddle of Liquid Metal appears in front of the construct, rippling like waves.
The show isn't live. When they go to investigate, they discover what looks like the mangled body of the cook from the show, leaning against a tree with a meat cleaver in their shoulder. His limbs lie scattered about, except for one damaged arm which is still connected. In place of any sort of blood, black, shiny tape is scattered around everywhere, and in the setting sun it's possible to see tiny images, like impossibly small and detailed paintings of the show, one after the other with only slight alterations between them, like the arm being slightly lower. Their antennas are bent, and one is snapped off halfway. Their screen is cracked, showing a black-and-white "Please Stand By" sign with a jester's mask and strange patterns.
The puddle coagulates into a legion of metal leeches, who try to get into the construct to repair it as Elijah comes out of the shadows. He pulls out all of them to assist in repairing this thing, speaking to himself “Ah mate, looks like you need a fixer upper.” He says with a chuckle, beginning to work on repairs.
*I've had a bad day. Accidentally burnt my hand, my laptop screen broke, I tripped going the stairs, had to pay fifty dollars to get my computer looked at only for them to tell me it would cost seven times to amount to fix it, got honked at while driving home, and now I have a stomach ache.*
(how can I help out?)
*Nothing you can do.*
(you want to rp?)
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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
*I've had a bad day. Accidentally burnt my hand, my laptop screen broke, I tripped going the stairs, had to pay fifty dollars to get my computer looked at only for them to tell me it would cost seven times to amount to fix it, got honked at while driving home, and now I have a stomach ache.*
Damian is working in his garden, humming to himself as he adds a few plants to hang out with the rest of their new family.
Ambrosia is reading up on the library alone. She is wearing a thin black dress, an empty glass of wine sitting at the table in front of her.
Marie is still preparing for her wedding, currently looking at the place she decided for a venue, the broken down church she found Jax in.
"you're not watering Larry enough." Sam says from nearby, approaching and crunching into an apple
In her head rings out a high-pitched ringing. It seems to echo off the walls.
Lilac is scouting the location with her, sniffing around
He turns to them with a smile, grabbing his watering can “Thank you for telling me.” He begins to water Larry “I assume you aren’t here to kill me?”
She puts down her book, closing it. Her eyes slit as she looks around for what may be there, she begins searching.
The church is mostly just abandoned, some of the walls broken down and reclaimed by nature, but under the moon it looks nothing but beautiful.
"Roots would have pierced your heart by now." they say with a smile. "Besides, you're my sisters husband, that'd be a no-no to kill you."
It rings out again, slightly painful.
"And you're sure this is safe?"
“Ah you’re family, fantastic. I would say I’m a little harder to kill than that, but that’s already been proven otherwise.” He says with a chuckle.
She goes in the direction of the nose, trying to drown out every other sound and really listen to it.
“Lilac, we are powerful, our soon to be husbands are powerful, or at least mine is, I need to meet your husband by the way, everything will be fine.” She reassures them.
"Gods haven't tried to off you, then, have they?" they say, shrugging. Their paws move to a warm stone on their neck. "Nice to formally meet you, I'm Sam."
Its in the general location of the graveyard
"My Clem is a wild magician, and a real stinkin cutie. I'll bring him to your place sometime, I need to meet yours, too."
“Nice to meet you, Damian Alterious-Padfoot. One god has, almost did it too, underestimated me just a little too much. What brings you around?” He asks, leaning back up.
She heads towards the graveyard with haste, moving as quickly as possible.
“Sounds absolutely wonderful, this looks like a wonderful venue does it not? Married under the moonlight, and without anyone nearby who may arrest me.”
Damian is working in his garden, humming to himself as he adds a few plants to hang out with the rest of their new family.
Ambrosia is reading up on the library alone. She is wearing a thin black dress, an empty glass of wine sitting at the table in front of her.
Marie is still preparing for her wedding, currently looking at the place she decided for a venue, the broken down church she found Jax in.
"you're not watering Larry enough." Sam says from nearby, approaching and crunching into an apple
In her head rings out a high-pitched ringing. It seems to echo off the walls.
Lilac is scouting the location with her, sniffing around
He turns to them with a smile, grabbing his watering can “Thank you for telling me.” He begins to water Larry “I assume you aren’t here to kill me?”
She puts down her book, closing it. Her eyes slit as she looks around for what may be there, she begins searching.
The church is mostly just abandoned, some of the walls broken down and reclaimed by nature, but under the moon it looks nothing but beautiful.
"Roots would have pierced your heart by now." they say with a smile. "Besides, you're my sisters husband, that'd be a no-no to kill you."
It rings out again, slightly painful.
"And you're sure this is safe?"
“Ah you’re family, fantastic. I would say I’m a little harder to kill than that, but that’s already been proven otherwise.” He says with a chuckle.
She goes in the direction of the nose, trying to drown out every other sound and really listen to it.
“Lilac, we are powerful, our soon to be husbands are powerful, or at least mine is, I need to meet your husband by the way, everything will be fine.” She reassures them.
"Gods haven't tried to off you, then, have they?" they say, shrugging. Their paws move to a warm stone on their neck. "Nice to formally meet you, I'm Sam."
Its in the general location of the graveyard
"My Clem is a wild magician, and a real stinkin cutie. I'll bring him to your place sometime, I need to meet yours, too."
“Nice to meet you, Damian Alterious-Padfoot. One god has, almost did it too, underestimated me just a little too much. What brings you around?” He asks, leaning back up.
She heads towards the graveyard with haste, moving as quickly as possible.
“Sounds absolutely wonderful, this looks like a wonderful venue does it not? Married under the moonlight, and without anyone nearby who may arrest me.”
"To meet you! Not every god gets married, y'know?"
"Stop struggling!" a voice similar to X's bellows out.
"This is similar to where Clem picked.. maybe we could do a double venue?"
“I can imagine, and I’m happy I got the chance to marry one.” He smiles wide.
She moves even fast to be with her love and to help them, unsheathing her greatsword.
“If you want to, I would love to share a venue with you, though things with me and my beloved may get a little messy.” She says half joking.
The show isn't live. When they go to investigate, they discover what looks like the mangled body of the cook from the show, leaning against a tree with a meat cleaver in their shoulder. His limbs lie scattered about, except for one damaged arm which is still connected. In place of any sort of blood, black, shiny tape is scattered around everywhere, and in the setting sun it's possible to see tiny images, like impossibly small and detailed paintings of the show, one after the other with only slight alterations between them, like the arm being slightly lower. Their antennas are bent, and one is snapped off halfway. Their screen is cracked, showing a black-and-white "Please Stand By" sign with a jester's mask and strange patterns.
The puddle coagulates into a legion of metal leeches, who try to get into the construct to repair it as Elijah comes out of the shadows. He pulls out all of them to assist in repairing this thing, speaking to himself “Ah mate, looks like you need a fixer upper.” He says with a chuckle, beginning to work on repairs.
The machine seems to rely heavily on the black tape. To say that it works like blood wouldn't be that inaccurate, but it's equally close to nerves, sending information to different parts of the body. The automaton is primarily made of some hard, off-white material with a smooth texture. After a couple minutes of repair, some of the tapes begin to turn. On the screen is a first-person view of the cook being attacked by a gnoll butcher, chopping at him with the cleaver currently in their shoulder. The footage is heavily damaged with lots of scanlines and static. The footage slows to a frame-by-frame slideshow for the final strike, stopping just before it would hit. Red text flashes on the screen. Technical Difficulties. Reboot in Progress.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Nothing you can do.*
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
“Ah you’re family, fantastic. I would say I’m a little harder to kill than that, but that’s already been proven otherwise.” He says with a chuckle.
She goes in the direction of the nose, trying to drown out every other sound and really listen to it.
“Lilac, we are powerful, our soon to be husbands are powerful, or at least mine is, I need to meet your husband by the way, everything will be fine.” She reassures them.
*Well, you wanna talk? Any topic you like.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The puddle coagulates into a legion of metal leeches, who try to get into the construct to repair it as Elijah comes out of the shadows. He pulls out all of them to assist in repairing this thing, speaking to himself “Ah mate, looks like you need a fixer upper.” He says with a chuckle, beginning to work on repairs.
*I mean it, and I’ll show you all the love you deserve until you accept it.*
*No.*
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
*In the grand scheme on the universe, I don't really matter.z
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
(you want to rp?)
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
*Alright, I'll be here. I love you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Poor you mate. Wish I could help out*
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.
*None of us really do, but that’s not going to stop me any time soon. I love you Wendi.*
*No one does. But you still deserve love. It's the bare minimum treatment any lifeform that can think deserve. Everyone deserves love*
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.
“Nice to meet you, Damian Alterious-Padfoot. One god has, almost did it too, underestimated me just a little too much. What brings you around?” He asks, leaning back up.
She heads towards the graveyard with haste, moving as quickly as possible.
“Sounds absolutely wonderful, this looks like a wonderful venue does it not? Married under the moonlight, and without anyone nearby who may arrest me.”
"Because I like just hanging around ya"
"Kinda good... though some nations are being real bad at existing right now..."
"Yeah! I love you" she kisses him on the forehead
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 can imagine, and I’m happy I got the chance to marry one.” He smiles wide.
She moves even fast to be with her love and to help them, unsheathing her greatsword.
“If you want to, I would love to share a venue with you, though things with me and my beloved may get a little messy.” She says half joking.
“I like hanging around you too.” He adjusts his skirt.
“Some are bad at existin’ at all time ain’t they?” He says with a chuckle, “I’m thinkin’ ‘bout becomin’ a teacher.”
He smiles, getting on his tippy toes and giving her a kiss.
The machine seems to rely heavily on the black tape. To say that it works like blood wouldn't be that inaccurate, but it's equally close to nerves, sending information to different parts of the body. The automaton is primarily made of some hard, off-white material with a smooth texture. After a couple minutes of repair, some of the tapes begin to turn. On the screen is a first-person view of the cook being attacked by a gnoll butcher, chopping at him with the cleaver currently in their shoulder. The footage is heavily damaged with lots of scanlines and static. The footage slows to a frame-by-frame slideshow for the final strike, stopping just before it would hit. Red text flashes on the screen. Technical Difficulties. Reboot in Progress.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels