He smiles, “Then should we go get something to eat then?” He holds out a hand to them.
“Real good, quality. Wanna do anything other than chill here?”
He doesn’t make eye contact with them, “I mean… I’m the heavenly hero, I’ve got to stop the evil that’s going to destroy the world… I don’t think I can just stay here with you.”
he takes it, smiling. "Sure, i'd be happy to."
"Honestly, after my day? no." he takes it back, puffing on it more.
"That's assuming you even want to be the hero..." he says sadly.
He begins to lead them back to their cart home, leading them inside happily.
He sighs, closing his eyes “Sounds good to me then. Might take a nap.”
“I don’t think it matters if I want to be the hero…” He says, leaning against them, clinging onto them, “I just… have to be.”
He walks along with them, humming.
"After these two." he says, holding up the second joint.
"Well.. I cant go with you if thats what you decide to do.."
He lets them both inside, letting go of their hand after. He sits down nearby, waiting patiently.
He continues to puff puff pass with them, smoke flowing out into the tropical air.
He takes one of their hands, looking up at them, “If I survive I promise I’ll come back, and I’ll spend as much time as I can with you before I leave. Okay?”
He begins to make himself a grilled cheese
"This one good, too?"
"Of course." he wipes his face before kissing their lips. "I'd love to see you if you survive"
He watches them as he writes in his book, writing about them, and this era of his life.
He looks at them, confused as if he didn’t process their words, his brain fried before nodding.
His blush comes back in full as they kiss him on the lips, up prepared, stammering “I’d… love to see you when I come back too.”
"So, is a description of my figure going to be published in your next book?" he asks, popping a hip to the side
"My handsome little light weight.." he chuckles, extinguising the joint and shifting himself and them, laying them on top of him. "Go to sleep, dear.."
"You'd better come back, or i'm trapping your soul in that jacket."
He chuckles softly, “Of course it will, dear, and it’ll be exactly as I see you. Would you like to read a bit of it yourself?”
He nods again after a moment, giving them a weak kiss before closing his eyes, beginning to snore softly as he fall asleep. (That’s a good place to end, want anyone else?)
He nods nervously, “Oh… of course I will… I wouldn’t abandon you… I promise…”
"After I eat, sure." he hums, flipping his sammich
(not particularly)
"I was only teasing. I'd trap you in a ring." he rubs their back. "If you're the heavenly hero, there's no way God will let you die.."
*I don’t know who I’ll just toss out then. Give me a random letter.*
He continues to write, waiting patiently, looking up from the book to them and back to the book.
He’s comforted by the rubs, but the words are a little worrying. He checks to see if Jack has any rings “I hope so… I wanna be with you after all.”
*I've been making pig people for the last day or so. They're kind of weird and complicated, but basically they're redneck engineers with necromancy and biomancy. And a dying god.*
*I've been making pig people for the last day or so. They're kind of weird and complicated, but basically they're redneck engineers with necromancy and biomancy. And a dying god.*
*Cut with Jester*
Wind begins casting minor cantrips, figiting with them
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.
They watches with them, looking at the cantrips curiously, smiling softly.
*Are you?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Wind is wandering around
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 is.*
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
*Hmmm. You are, but how are you?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*In varying degrees of pain, mentally and physically.*
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
*Oh, dear. Is there anything I can do for you?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I don’t know who I’ll just toss out then. Give me a random letter.*
He continues to write, waiting patiently, looking up from the book to them and back to the book.
He’s comforted by the rubs, but the words are a little worrying. He checks to see if Jack has any rings “I hope so… I wanna be with you after all.”
Mainly utility spells, though all of them are casted wrong, having the same effect they should, yet not working as they should
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.
*Mn, not really but it's fine. How're you?*
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 with Salem*
Wind seems to be contxt in the wind
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've been making pig people for the last day or so. They're kind of weird and complicated, but basically they're redneck engineers with necromancy and biomancy. And a dying god.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They use spells of their own, assisting with them, sending out flames and other spells simply to assist them with what they can.
*Noice.*
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
Wind turns to them, kisses them on the cheek, and continues magic
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.