He smiles at them, before letting go of them, finishing up and laying down next to them, “Good?”
He tries to shuffle off, but the roots stop him, “Oh… uhhh… I’m just shopping, that’s it.” He holds up his hands.
“Do you have chairs for anyone my size?” He asks, squatting down to be closer to them.
She grumbles, wrapping her arms around him. "truly wonderful.."
"For what?" She peers into his face, still sitting on his shoulders
"Come through the back, door's bigger. We'll see what we can do, and if not, we'll measure you for a custom chair."
“Trying to be a good temporary boyfriend, good to hear I’m starting out well.” He says, letting them.
His face tells he’s trying to hide something, not something bad though “Just… it’s a surprise.”
He walks around to the back to get through that door, waiting politely for them to open it up, thinking about getting Sam one too.
Hinven licks the side of his face. "I agree. let me return the favor." she runs a paw over his back
"You promise?.." she asks, nose to his
It's one of those garage like doors that need to be opened by hand. Light pours out from inside as it raises slowly. "Hurry in then, friend. It's cold."
He leans against their hand, closing his eyes as he enjoys the moment, the head pouring down, the feeling of their paw, smiling a little more.
He nods slowly, not too much for her nose to move off of his “Promise…”
He leans down and walks inside, “Sorry friend.” The cold seems to disappear and is changed to be similar to a warm summer heat, somehow.
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
He smiles at them, before letting go of them, finishing up and laying down next to them, “Good?”
He tries to shuffle off, but the roots stop him, “Oh… uhhh… I’m just shopping, that’s it.” He holds up his hands.
“Do you have chairs for anyone my size?” He asks, squatting down to be closer to them.
She grumbles, wrapping her arms around him. "truly wonderful.."
"For what?" She peers into his face, still sitting on his shoulders
"Come through the back, door's bigger. We'll see what we can do, and if not, we'll measure you for a custom chair."
“Trying to be a good temporary boyfriend, good to hear I’m starting out well.” He says, letting them.
His face tells he’s trying to hide something, not something bad though “Just… it’s a surprise.”
He walks around to the back to get through that door, waiting politely for them to open it up, thinking about getting Sam one too.
Hinven licks the side of his face. "I agree. let me return the favor." she runs a paw over his back
"You promise?.." she asks, nose to his
It's one of those garage like doors that need to be opened by hand. Light pours out from inside as it raises slowly. "Hurry in then, friend. It's cold."
He leans against their hand, closing his eyes as he enjoys the moment, the head pouring down, the feeling of their paw, smiling a little more.
He nods slowly, not too much for her nose to move off of his “Promise…”
He leans down and walks inside, “Sorry friend.” The cold seems to disappear and is changed to be similar to a warm summer heat, somehow.
She rests her main head on his, rumbling softly.
"Okay, i'll let you go then." she gets off of him, roots disipating.
"Not a problem, it happens. Let's see..." he wanders off to a section with large chairs.
He chuckles a little bit, “Temporary boyfriend, I’ve had a few jobs, but this one takes the cake for most interesting.”
He smiles at them, turning to face them. He closes his eyes, gathering his nerves. He gets down in one knee, reaching into his pocket.
Rag follows close enough behind to not get in the way, catching happily.
"Yeah. Just- haven't ever seen my face. How does it look?"
"And can you do that yourself?"
"I woulda smooched it had I not made a promise not to mess wiff ya. There were some blue dots in your fur though, not sure if that's normal." he smiles
"Yeah. I did make the recipe" Why is she only mentioning that now? who knows
He smiles at them, before letting go of them, finishing up and laying down next to them, “Good?”
He tries to shuffle off, but the roots stop him, “Oh… uhhh… I’m just shopping, that’s it.” He holds up his hands.
“Do you have chairs for anyone my size?” He asks, squatting down to be closer to them.
She grumbles, wrapping her arms around him. "truly wonderful.."
"For what?" She peers into his face, still sitting on his shoulders
"Come through the back, door's bigger. We'll see what we can do, and if not, we'll measure you for a custom chair."
“Trying to be a good temporary boyfriend, good to hear I’m starting out well.” He says, letting them.
His face tells he’s trying to hide something, not something bad though “Just… it’s a surprise.”
He walks around to the back to get through that door, waiting politely for them to open it up, thinking about getting Sam one too.
Hinven licks the side of his face. "I agree. let me return the favor." she runs a paw over his back
"You promise?.." she asks, nose to his
It's one of those garage like doors that need to be opened by hand. Light pours out from inside as it raises slowly. "Hurry in then, friend. It's cold."
He leans against their hand, closing his eyes as he enjoys the moment, the head pouring down, the feeling of their paw, smiling a little more.
He nods slowly, not too much for her nose to move off of his “Promise…”
He leans down and walks inside, “Sorry friend.” The cold seems to disappear and is changed to be similar to a warm summer heat, somehow.
She rests her main head on his, rumbling softly.
"Okay, i'll let you go then." she gets off of him, roots disipating.
"Not a problem, it happens. Let's see..." he wanders off to a section with large chairs.
He chuckles a little bit, “Temporary boyfriend, I’ve had a few jobs, but this one takes the cake for most interesting.”
He smiles at them, turning to face them. He closes his eyes, gathering his nerves. He gets down in one knee, reaching into his pocket.
Rag follows close enough behind to not get in the way, catching happily.
"You do it well.." he gets smooches on his neck, nips on his ears, and a paw running through his hair
Her breath hitches and she clutches her chest, "T-tony?.." Tears flood her eyes
"Okay, your options are gonna be these three." he gestures to a few chairs. "They're big and sturdy, probably enough to support your weight. You've got your standard recliner, a rocking chair, and your regular dining table chair. If you're looking for something different, i'm gonna need to take some awkward measurements, including your weight."
He doesn’t know how to react to all of this affection, his facade of cool crackling for a moment as his eyes glow, looking at them.
What he takes out appears to be a small ring box, as he trembles with nerves, “Domino…” His throat goes dry but he continues “I love you… I love you more than anything else… I… I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but I didn’t have the courage… I just… will you marry me?” He opens the box, revealing a ring made from obsidian with a brilliant ruby at the center.
“A recliner would be fine with me, do you have anything softer for a small size? Roughly ten feet tall?” He asks, smiling at them, “Oh, my name is Ragnerious by the way, but everyone just calls me Rag.”
*Yep! It declares:*
The Dead One's Great Heir is still standing in their place
Wind is laying on a tree
Rei is wandering around in the forest
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 leans against their hand, closing his eyes as he enjoys the moment, the head pouring down, the feeling of their paw, smiling a little more.
He nods slowly, not too much for her nose to move off of his “Promise…”
He leans down and walks inside, “Sorry friend.” The cold seems to disappear and is changed to be similar to a warm summer heat, somehow.
(No idea who that is.)
Evan is with them, contemplating their gender identity.
John walks through the forest, he’s got several deep cuts all over him, bleeding heavily, though he doesn’t seem too worried.
She begins to list it off without even looking
"Yeah. Just- haven't ever seen my face. How does it look?"
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.
right okay
they all follow enthusiastically
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)
(evening)
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
He chuckles a little bit, “Temporary boyfriend, I’ve had a few jobs, but this one takes the cake for most interesting.”
He smiles at them, turning to face them. He closes his eyes, gathering his nerves. He gets down in one knee, reaching into his pocket.
Rag follows close enough behind to not get in the way, catching happily.
He looks to them for a moment
Rei walks over and looks suspired, before taking out a healing potion
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.
*Evening.*
Evan looks back at them, and gives them a smooch on the lips.
He holds out a hand to them, shaking his head “I’m fine… not dying…” He sighs.
"Yeah. I did make the recipe" Why is she only mentioning that now? who knows
Their new nanite face turns into a smiles
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 hugs them, rather happy to just be there, with Evan
"You sure?" She tilts her head
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 doesn’t know how to react to all of this affection, his facade of cool crackling for a moment as his eyes glow, looking at them.
What he takes out appears to be a small ring box, as he trembles with nerves, “Domino…” His throat goes dry but he continues “I love you… I love you more than anything else… I… I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but I didn’t have the courage… I just… will you marry me?” He opens the box, revealing a ring made from obsidian with a brilliant ruby at the center.
“A recliner would be fine with me, do you have anything softer for a small size? Roughly ten feet tall?” He asks, smiling at them, “Oh, my name is Ragnerious by the way, but everyone just calls me Rag.”
*I feel like making a combination of Catherine De Demici, Catherine The Great, Wu Zetian, and then also a little bit of Medea and Circe.*