A plump little strugel walks into town carrying a big briefcase, looking tired but happy. He's dressed in a midnight blue magician outfit, drizzled in black wax, likely from the candles on the brim of his hat.
He has blue markings on his face that look like a skull, with dark circles around his eyes, and stitch-like markings from the corners of his mouth to his cheeks. It's hard to tell with the flickering of the candles on his hat, but his shadow seems to be just a split second behind the rest of his body, moving at a slightly different pace. He sits down on a bench and leans against the armrest before opening his case and snapping his fingers, causing his white gloves to spark. His shadow breaks off from his body, puts a blanket over him and a pillow under him, and begins to prepare an intricate mug of hot chocolate using the ingredients and utensils within the case.
Suddenly, a boy wearing a bright red Christmas sweater, with light blue eyes and pale skin, what seems to be whipped cream instead of hair, and a pair of deer antlers made of chocolate wafers, is sitting down next to them. They have a hot chocolate in their hands as well. They don’t say anything, just looking at the Strugel, seeming interested in the hot chocolate his shadow is making.
There is a lot of molten chocolate of various flavors being drizzled over the edge of the large mug, and quite a few spices and seasonings being added. The strugel looks up at the deity. "Nice trick. I usually go for flashier stuff, though." He looks back to the shadow. "He always gets my order right. I prefer using as little magic as possible, but sometimes it's nice to have an assistant who knows some tricks."
Vanilla chuckles. “That’s neat… i haven’t seen something like that before… the shadow, I mean.” The Strugel notices that Vanilla’s cup of hot cocoa has changed to match his exactly, same spices, seasonings, same chocolates. Vanilla takes a tiny sip.
The magician stops cozying up. He doesn't take the hot chocolate from his shadow, causing it some confusion. Then it turns and sees Issac, gaining understanding. It sets down the drink and picks up a calavera-like mask and microphone staff from the case, equipping its master with them. He pulls the shadow over his shoulders like a cape and stands on the bench. His glowing blue eyes look calm, but they pierce just by their very nature.
He stands stock still, just watching, not even trying to hide his presence.
"To compress the wood would make it stronger, but.. it would ruin the grain.." he sighs, and sits next to the magician, not realizing they're their.
He puts a hand on Issac's shoulder and pulls him until the two of them are standing on the bench. He then does a short series of simple dance steps, flicking his head as if to say 'now you try.'
*Anyway, would anyone else want to possibly roleplay?*
*Wanna RP with my intro?*
*You made an intro? Sure, why not. Is there anyone you want? Maybe my own new character?*
*Go for it, darling boi.*
A plump little strugel walks into town carrying a big briefcase, looking tired but happy. He's dressed in a midnight blue magician outfit, drizzled in black wax, likely from the candles on the brim of his hat.
He has blue markings on his face that look like a skull, with dark circles around his eyes, and stitch-like markings from the corners of his mouth to his cheeks. It's hard to tell with the flickering of the candles on his hat, but his shadow seems to be just a split second behind the rest of his body, moving at a slightly different pace. He sits down on a bench and leans against the armrest before opening his case and snapping his fingers, causing his white gloves to spark. His shadow breaks off from his body, puts a blanket over him and a pillow under him, and begins to prepare an intricate mug of hot chocolate using the ingredients and utensils within the case.
Most of the injuries are decently deep, and Benny is too exhausted to stop them, the fist he used for the final blow having all the knuckle skin burned off.
“Oh, that’s genius. Thank you Domino, you’re my favorite niece.” He says, cackling.
“Of course I did, it is wonderful to meet you formally either way. I am Ambrosia, as well as the Duchess.” One of her eyes changes colors.
A plump little strugel walks into town carrying a big briefcase, looking tired but happy. He's dressed in a midnight blue magician outfit, drizzled in black wax, likely from the candles on the brim of his hat.
He has blue markings on his face that look like a skull, with dark circles around his eyes, and stitch-like markings from the corners of his mouth to his cheeks. It's hard to tell with the flickering of the candles on his hat, but his shadow seems to be just a split second behind the rest of his body, moving at a slightly different pace. He sits down on a bench and leans against the armrest before opening his case and snapping his fingers, causing his white gloves to spark. His shadow breaks off from his body, puts a blanket over him and a pillow under him, and begins to prepare an intricate mug of hot chocolate using the ingredients and utensils within the case.
Merabelle walks past, giving them a friendly wave before stopping upon seeing the magic involving their shadow. Her eyes go blank for just a moment before she decides to walk over and sit down next to the bench, keeping her friendly smile “Well, howdy there, I ain’t seen you around here befer.”
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)
There is a lot of molten chocolate of various flavors being drizzled over the edge of the large mug, and quite a few spices and seasonings being added. The strugel looks up at the deity. "Nice trick. I usually go for flashier stuff, though." He looks back to the shadow. "He always gets my order right. I prefer using as little magic as possible, but sometimes it's nice to have an assistant who knows some tricks."
Vanilla chuckles. “That’s neat… i haven’t seen something like that before… the shadow, I mean.” The Strugel notices that Vanilla’s cup of hot cocoa has changed to match his exactly, same spices, seasonings, same chocolates. Vanilla takes a tiny sip.
"I'm sure you have. Every artist just recycles and remixes his predecessors' tricks. I like to think that I improved my work, but that would be egotistical, wouldn't it?" He laughs, an odd amount of joy in his voice. "This is just a little parlor trick, see." He grabs a microphone scepter from his case and jumps to his feet. The shadow, holding the completed hot chocolate, stands beside him. "Care for a show, friend?"
He puts a hand on Issac's shoulder and pulls him until the two of them are standing on the bench. He then does a short series of simple dance steps, flicking his head as if to say 'now you try.'
Isacc narrows his eyes, thinking a moment. He reproduces the simple dance steps with ease, adding his own flourish.
The masked strugel nods in approval before repeating Issac's moves perfectly, a bit of music playing from his staff. Suddenly, a spotlight originating from nowhere shines down on the two of them. "Let's start with something easy, right?" His voice is very deep for his species.
Then he starts singing.
"Hey pal, hey friend, hey buddy, Why so sad, so downright unhappy? That’s not my cup of tea..."
Most of the injuries are decently deep, and Benny is too exhausted to stop them, the fist he used for the final blow having all the knuckle skin burned off.
“Oh, that’s genius. Thank you Domino, you’re my favorite niece.” He says, cackling.
“Of course I did, it is wonderful to meet you formally either way. I am Ambrosia, as well as the Duchess.” One of her eyes changes colors.
"To the stream we go, love.." he levitates gently, and to the stream. Once there, she runs some of the water over his wounds, instilling her own flavor of magic into it.
"Thanks, unc" she laughs with him, cracking her neck
"What is it with my family falling in love with multiple people in the same body?" she asks, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "nice to meet you, Ambrosia, Duchess."
He flinches from the water, washing off the ash and cleaning up the burns. He opens his eyes and looks up at them, most of the glow from them gone, speaking tiredly, “…I won right…?”
He eventually does stop laughing, “So we will be dealing with a Triton, a prince specifically. Oh and I heard you’re getting married, how lovely.”
“I would have to say it’s the novelty. It’s not something every family has done after all.” She says, sitting next to the counter as to watch them cook, “Xavier did only want to date one of us in the beginning.”
at eight o' clock, Willow is waiting in the park on a bench with a rose in her hair.
*yeeeee* A wolf with a brown paper bag clutched in its jaws bounds out from the tall grass, dropping the bag and shifting into raven.
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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)
*You have already provided for me. You need not strain yourself any more.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Wanna RP with my intro?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*You made an intro? Sure, why not. Is there anyone you want? Maybe my own new character?*
Vanilla chuckles. “That’s neat… i haven’t seen something like that before… the shadow, I mean.” The Strugel notices that Vanilla’s cup of hot cocoa has changed to match his exactly, same spices, seasonings, same chocolates. Vanilla takes a tiny sip.
He puts a hand on Issac's shoulder and pulls him until the two of them are standing on the bench. He then does a short series of simple dance steps, flicking his head as if to say 'now you try.'
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Go for it, darling boi.*
A plump little strugel walks into town carrying a big briefcase, looking tired but happy. He's dressed in a midnight blue magician outfit, drizzled in black wax, likely from the candles on the brim of his hat.
He has blue markings on his face that look like a skull, with dark circles around his eyes, and stitch-like markings from the corners of his mouth to his cheeks. It's hard to tell with the flickering of the candles on his hat, but his shadow seems to be just a split second behind the rest of his body, moving at a slightly different pace. He sits down on a bench and leans against the armrest before opening his case and snapping his fingers, causing his white gloves to spark. His shadow breaks off from his body, puts a blanket over him and a pillow under him, and begins to prepare an intricate mug of hot chocolate using the ingredients and utensils within the case.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Cut for Salem.*
Most of the injuries are decently deep, and Benny is too exhausted to stop them, the fist he used for the final blow having all the knuckle skin burned off.
“Oh, that’s genius. Thank you Domino, you’re my favorite niece.” He says, cackling.
“Of course I did, it is wonderful to meet you formally either way. I am Ambrosia, as well as the Duchess.” One of her eyes changes colors.
Merabelle walks past, giving them a friendly wave before stopping upon seeing the magic involving their shadow. Her eyes go blank for just a moment before she decides to walk over and sit down next to the bench, keeping her friendly smile “Well, howdy there, I ain’t seen you around here befer.”
*datetime?*
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)
"I'm sure you have. Every artist just recycles and remixes his predecessors' tricks. I like to think that I improved my work, but that would be egotistical, wouldn't it?" He laughs, an odd amount of joy in his voice. "This is just a little parlor trick, see." He grabs a microphone scepter from his case and jumps to his feet. The shadow, holding the completed hot chocolate, stands beside him. "Care for a show, friend?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The masked strugel nods in approval before repeating Issac's moves perfectly, a bit of music playing from his staff. Suddenly, a spotlight originating from nowhere shines down on the two of them. "Let's start with something easy, right?" His voice is very deep for his species.
Then he starts singing.
"Hey pal, hey friend, hey buddy,
Why so sad, so downright unhappy?
That’s not my cup of tea..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He flinches from the water, washing off the ash and cleaning up the burns. He opens his eyes and looks up at them, most of the glow from them gone, speaking tiredly, “…I won right…?”
He eventually does stop laughing, “So we will be dealing with a Triton, a prince specifically. Oh and I heard you’re getting married, how lovely.”
“I would have to say it’s the novelty. It’s not something every family has done after all.” She says, sitting next to the counter as to watch them cook, “Xavier did only want to date one of us in the beginning.”
*yeeeee*
A wolf with a brown paper bag clutched in its jaws bounds out from the tall grass, dropping the bag and shifting into raven.
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)