The gnome stops at the door. "Oh, right." joel slaps his head "you gotta invite them in."
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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)
The gnome stops at the door. "Oh, right." joel slaps his head "you gotta invite them in."
he clears his throat. "You, all four of you, may enter my abode."
the gnome nods and hops in, followed by both humans and the wolfything
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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)
He pulls at a little bit of his Gi, embers coming off of him “Just… not used to it I guess.”
He catches her, holding her in his arms, wiping away her tears as he puts the ring back into his pocket.
He continues to follow after them happily, enjoying the opportunity to have this chance to get some chairs.
"It's adorable." she chuckles, nuzzling the side of his face
her heart has stopped again, but she'll be back... right?...
"Here are my recliners for the ten foot ballpark." he gestures to about five.
He cracks his little smile, leaning against them as well, an arm wrapping around them.
(If you do this to me I will be enraged) He holds her body, confident she’ll come back, she has to come back, “Please… please don’t do this to me.”
He picks the most comfortable looking one, “Thank you. What do you need for them both?”
Each head kisses him at once, her chest thrumming.
(like father like daughter[?]) Her body experiences a massive jerk, and she gasps, panting as she returns. "Yes.. yes, a thousand times, yes..." she rubs her nose into his, her eyes... where are her eyes?...
"For the fifteen footer, its a steep price due to the quality and size. 40 gold. For the tenner? That ones 30 gold."
He bristles, burning hotter for a moment “Ah, you three are all too kind.” He says, the facade coming back.
(I don’t like it, but that’s a good point) He doesn’t worry about that at the moment, taking the ring back out and putting it onto her finger, smiling brighter than he ever has before, holding her tightly in his strong arms.
He reaches to his belt, for his coin pouch “Hmm, a few weeks work. Here you go.” He pours out 70 gold into his open palm, reaching down for them to take it.
*great! I am designing simply… the most wonderfully messed up god: the Barley King.*
*Barley as in the vegetable? I’m making a god too, but not one nearly as powerful as the Barley King.*
*yep, Barley as in the stuff that makes beer and other alcohols.*
*may I hear about your god?*
*Let me paste everything I had planned real quick.
Idea for an antagonist - The King of Nothing (Haven’t thought of a name yet, maybe Kane), I imagine their appearance as entirely stark white, as if they were not given the privilege of color, drained from their very being leaving them with the look of unrefined marble. Their armor shares a similar shape, filling out despite his seemingly slender frame covered in white bandages, hiding most of his body and skin, working as bonds as well, sealing away his true power so that he may not escape. Muscles hidden with strength unknown, hair incredibly long and unkempt, like a mane that drags along the ground with each step. The armor is crack, plates and pieces missing leaving their helmet with a broken piece off, showing their face. They wear a blindfold because they have taken out their own eyes (blindsight), a result of their insanity due to being trapped in an endless pale white void after being forced to be the original sin of wrath for the Black Crown. They grew too powerful for the Crown to reasonably control, so they trapped them. Through their insanity, as well as their pre existing power, they have gained control of gravity (representing the weight of sin, or something) and empty space (representing the emptiness of sin or something). They wield a warhammer, their strength devastatingly destructive, boosted by their control of gravity leaving places where there is nothing with each swing. Their goal is to purge the world of sin and the Black Crown altogether, at any cost to themselves, though their goal has been corrupted with the endless years they have spent in that white void. (Pretty heavily inspired by Mithrix from Risk of Rain 2, though with a few little things different. Just a warning, I do plan this guy to be decently op, I probably won’t actually now that I think about it after taking Baalze’s advice. High Str, Dex, and Cha, lowest stat will be Wis or Con), I’ll try not to make it too much though. Thoughts?) *Its a little long.*
"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
Their new nanite face turns into a smiles
"Well, alright, lets see it." he smiles
"Im glad I got to see it." he hugs them tightly
"The steak or the recipe?" The small kobold tilts her head
The tall protogen hugs him, his new face turns to a wider smile
They hug them back, leaning against them, “Wind… I might be in love with you.”
He nods, though he’s clearly not okay, just putting up a face.
*Cut for Salem.*
He pulls at a little bit of his Gi, embers coming off of him “Just… not used to it I guess.”
He catches her, holding her in his arms, wiping away her tears as he puts the ring back into his pocket.
He continues to follow after them happily, enjoying the opportunity to have this chance to get some chairs.
The gnome stops at the door. "Oh, right." joel slaps his head "you gotta invite them in."
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)
the gnome nods and hops in, followed by both humans and the wolfything
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)
He cracks his little smile, leaning against them as well, an arm wrapping around them.
(If you do this to me I will be enraged) He holds her body, confident she’ll come back, she has to come back, “Please… please don’t do this to me.”
He picks the most comfortable looking one, “Thank you. What do you need for them both?”
*how is everyone?*
*I am doing wonderfully, and you?*
*great! I am designing simply… the most wonderfully messed up god: the Barley King.*
*Barley as in the vegetable? I’m making a god too, but not one nearly as powerful as the Barley King.*
*yep, Barley as in the stuff that makes beer and other alcohols.*
*may I hear about your god?*
He bristles, burning hotter for a moment “Ah, you three are all too kind.” He says, the facade coming back.
(I don’t like it, but that’s a good point) He doesn’t worry about that at the moment, taking the ring back out and putting it onto her finger, smiling brighter than he ever has before, holding her tightly in his strong arms.
He reaches to his belt, for his coin pouch “Hmm, a few weeks work. Here you go.” He pours out 70 gold into his open palm, reaching down for them to take it.
*Let me paste everything I had planned real quick.
Idea for an antagonist - The King of Nothing (Haven’t thought of a name yet, maybe Kane), I imagine their appearance as entirely stark white, as if they were not given the privilege of color, drained from their very being leaving them with the look of unrefined marble. Their armor shares a similar shape, filling out despite his seemingly slender frame covered in white bandages, hiding most of his body and skin, working as bonds as well, sealing away his true power so that he may not escape. Muscles hidden with strength unknown, hair incredibly long and unkempt, like a mane that drags along the ground with each step. The armor is crack, plates and pieces missing leaving their helmet with a broken piece off, showing their face. They wear a blindfold because they have taken out their own eyes (blindsight), a result of their insanity due to being trapped in an endless pale white void after being forced to be the original sin of wrath for the Black Crown. They grew too powerful for the Crown to reasonably control, so they trapped them. Through their insanity, as well as their pre existing power, they have gained control of gravity (representing the weight of sin, or something) and empty space (representing the emptiness of sin or something). They wield a warhammer, their strength devastatingly destructive, boosted by their control of gravity leaving places where there is nothing with each swing. Their goal is to purge the world of sin and the Black Crown altogether, at any cost to themselves, though their goal has been corrupted with the endless years they have spent in that white void. (Pretty heavily inspired by Mithrix from Risk of Rain 2, though with a few little things different. Just a warning, I do plan this guy to be decently op, I probably won’t actually now that I think about it after taking Baalze’s advice. High Str, Dex, and Cha, lowest stat will be Wis or Con), I’ll try not to make it too much though. Thoughts?) *Its a little long.*
"The steak or the recipe?" The small kobold tilts her head
The tall protogen hugs him, his new face turns to a wider smile
Sig but long ^w^
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