“Honestly most of my day I just spend making Materia, I could simply make sure it doesn’t happen again by coming along with you.” He says, smiling that charismatic smile.
“Honestly most of my day I just spend making Materia, I could simply make sure it doesn’t happen again by coming along with you.” He says, smiling that charismatic smile.
“well-… I mean so it doesn’t happen to anyone, including… you. It happened to those thieves because they tried to hurt me, but… it isn’t just when someone tries to..” she trails off. ”don’t ever touch me, or offer your hand, or anything like that… he won’t like that.”
*Born from a now-collapsed civilization of subterranean fleshwarpers, the Suidat were bred from the common domestic pig to serve as perfect stock for undead armies. Intelligent and durable, but unfortunately gentle, even zombies made from them were closer to overgrown puppies than the death machines they were meant to be. After their unknown precursors were defeated, the Suidat picked up their technology and carried on as if this was the way it always was.*
*Born from a now-collapsed civilization of subterranean fleshwarpers, the Suidat were bred from the common domestic pig to serve as perfect stock for undead armies. Intelligent and durable, but unfortunately gentle, even zombies made from them were closer to overgrown puppies than the death machines they were meant to be. After their unknown precursors were defeated, the Suidat picked up their technology and carried on as if this was the way it always was.*
*this reminds me a bit of rainworld, an ecosystem made of genetically engineered animals and their descendants adapting to a ruined world of endless rain and city sized steel supercomputer megastructures.*
“Honestly most of my day I just spend making Materia, I could simply make sure it doesn’t happen again by coming along with you.” He says, smiling that charismatic smile.
“well-… I mean so it doesn’t happen to anyone, including… you. It happened to those thieves because they tried to hurt me, but… it isn’t just when someone tries to..” she trails off. ”don’t ever touch me, or offer your hand, or anything like that… he won’t like that.”
“Okay, I want you to listen to me carefully, okay?” He asks, looking at them, “I couldn’t care less about what someone will or won’t like, my life means very little to me. If whoever doesn’t like me helping you, they can come right now and tear my head off of my torso, because otherwise, I’m going to do those sort of things.”
*Born from a now-collapsed civilization of subterranean fleshwarpers, the Suidat were bred from the common domestic pig to serve as perfect stock for undead armies. Intelligent and durable, but unfortunately gentle, even zombies made from them were closer to overgrown puppies than the death machines they were meant to be. After their unknown precursors were defeated, the Suidat picked up their technology and carried on as if this was the way it always was.*
*overgrown puppies.. I like this*
*They have unique reactions to life and death manipulation. They have a lot of biomancy and necromancy, and they are very focused on sensory experiences, so their undead are shockingly pleasant to be around.*
*Born from a now-collapsed civilization of subterranean fleshwarpers, the Suidat were bred from the common domestic pig to serve as perfect stock for undead armies. Intelligent and durable, but unfortunately gentle, even zombies made from them were closer to overgrown puppies than the death machines they were meant to be. After their unknown precursors were defeated, the Suidat picked up their technology and carried on as if this was the way it always was.*
*this reminds me a bit of rainworld, an ecosystem made of genetically engineered animals and their descendants adapting to a ruined world of endless rain and city sized steel supercomputer megastructures.*
*i like it.*
*I'm working on their culture and technology right now. They're gonna be like strugels in the sense that hospitality is a big thing for them, but unlike strugels it isn't about power and money, it's just about clout and social expectations. If you're the first person to invite a newcomer to your house, that's really cool. If you refuse to allow others into your home, don't expect a lot of invitations to other peoples' homes. Niceness is part of their social contract. Southern Hospitality!*
*Also, the Gourmand is my pfp on Discord.*
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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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*hello.*
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
*Cut for Arch.*
“Honestly most of my day I just spend making Materia, I could simply make sure it doesn’t happen again by coming along with you.” He says, smiling that charismatic smile.
*hi fren :D*
*Sup mate?*
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.
“well-… I mean so it doesn’t happen to anyone, including… you. It happened to those thieves because they tried to hurt me, but… it isn’t just when someone tries to..” she trails off. ”don’t ever touch me, or offer your hand, or anything like that… he won’t like that.”
*I don't have enough time. Wanna just talk tho?*
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.
*Born from a now-collapsed civilization of subterranean fleshwarpers, the Suidat were bred from the common domestic pig to serve as perfect stock for undead armies. Intelligent and durable, but unfortunately gentle, even zombies made from them were closer to overgrown puppies than the death machines they were meant to be. After their unknown precursors were defeated, the Suidat picked up their technology and carried on as if this was the way it always was.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Salem.*
She rubs his back, crying happily.
Heriot knows that she’s being followed, “Where are you!”
Damian is having a drink, which means he’s already had four.
*this reminds me a bit of rainworld, an ecosystem made of genetically engineered animals and their descendants adapting to a ruined world of endless rain and city sized steel supercomputer megastructures.*
*i like it.*
*Really anything*
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.
“Okay, I want you to listen to me carefully, okay?” He asks, looking at them, “I couldn’t care less about what someone will or won’t like, my life means very little to me. If whoever doesn’t like me helping you, they can come right now and tear my head off of my torso, because otherwise, I’m going to do those sort of things.”
*They have unique reactions to life and death manipulation. They have a lot of biomancy and necromancy, and they are very focused on sensory experiences, so their undead are shockingly pleasant to be around.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm working on their culture and technology right now. They're gonna be like strugels in the sense that hospitality is a big thing for them, but unlike strugels it isn't about power and money, it's just about clout and social expectations. If you're the first person to invite a newcomer to your house, that's really cool. If you refuse to allow others into your home, don't expect a lot of invitations to other peoples' homes. Niceness is part of their social contract. Southern Hospitality!*
*Also, the Gourmand is my pfp on Discord.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels