*it takes a certain kind of man, with a certain reputation, to alleviate the cash from a whole entire nation- take my lose change and build my own space station-*
*i have settled on a vibe and a theme I have for today, one I may figure out how to make a character around. Nesting dolls.*
*also, if you all haven’t heard, I am making a thread.*
*Okie dokie. I am alive. He is characters (I'm gonna try and roleplay with my new bois but I cannot guarantee that I don't get burnt out).*
A creature that resembles an extremely fluffy moth sits in the corner of the library at a small wooden round table. They are mostly a soft cream color with tones of beige and caramel around their feathery antenna and thorax. Their multiple delicate arms seem to be weaving something out of threads made from silver. They wear a cloak around their fuzzy wings, a sheer frock made of green and browns with little depictions of ladybugs on leaves. Their massive black eyes seem to be mainly focused on the silvery cloth they are making.
Another anthropomorphic creature makes their way into the library, though distinctly different from the moth creature. A being of considerable fluff, a brilliant orange with his fur patted down, a large tail sways behind him, the tip of which is a contrasting white color. He wears clothes reminiscent of a long nonexistent land, something made for traveling long distances without much inbetween, the most unique part of his attire being what appears to be a utility belt, a holster fashioned onto it with duct tape and string, a revolver sitting in it. He stands at a staggering 3’11, though he claims he’s practically 4’0, Vex Quickshot, ‘bounty hunter’ or so he claims to be.
The moth creature looks up from its work, it's massive black eyes reflecting the creature.
They tip their hat only a little bit upon noticing them, his face surprisingly unblemished for a bounty hunter as they look through books, some vials glowing on his belt, an alchemist as well as a gunslinger.
Their head tilts from side to side, unbothered by muscular structure, ligaments, or tendon.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Okie dokie. I am alive. He is characters (I'm gonna try and roleplay with my new bois but I cannot guarantee that I don't get burnt out).*
A creature that resembles an extremely fluffy moth sits in the corner of the library at a small wooden round table. They are mostly a soft cream color with tones of beige and caramel around their feathery antenna and thorax. Their multiple delicate arms seem to be weaving something out of threads made from silver. They wear a cloak around their fuzzy wings, a sheer frock made of green and browns with little depictions of ladybugs on leaves. Their massive black eyes seem to be mainly focused on the silvery cloth they are making.
Another anthropomorphic creature makes their way into the library, though distinctly different from the moth creature. A being of considerable fluff, a brilliant orange with his fur patted down, a large tail sways behind him, the tip of which is a contrasting white color. He wears clothes reminiscent of a long nonexistent land, something made for traveling long distances without much inbetween, the most unique part of his attire being what appears to be a utility belt, a holster fashioned onto it with duct tape and string, a revolver sitting in it. He stands at a staggering 3’11, though he claims he’s practically 4’0, Vex Quickshot, ‘bounty hunter’ or so he claims to be.
The moth creature looks up from its work, it's massive black eyes reflecting the creature.
They tip their hat only a little bit upon noticing them, his face surprisingly unblemished for a bounty hunter as they look through books, some vials glowing on his belt, an alchemist as well as a gunslinger.
Their head tilts from side to side, unbothered by muscular structure, ligaments, or tendon.
He looks confused by this, stopping his search for books to sit across from them, looking curiously at them, analyzing what he can.
*Okie dokie. I am alive. He is characters (I'm gonna try and roleplay with my new bois but I cannot guarantee that I don't get burnt out).*
A creature that resembles an extremely fluffy moth sits in the corner of the library at a small wooden round table. They are mostly a soft cream color with tones of beige and caramel around their feathery antenna and thorax. Their multiple delicate arms seem to be weaving something out of threads made from silver. They wear a cloak around their fuzzy wings, a sheer frock made of green and browns with little depictions of ladybugs on leaves. Their massive black eyes seem to be mainly focused on the silvery cloth they are making.
Another anthropomorphic creature makes their way into the library, though distinctly different from the moth creature. A being of considerable fluff, a brilliant orange with his fur patted down, a large tail sways behind him, the tip of which is a contrasting white color. He wears clothes reminiscent of a long nonexistent land, something made for traveling long distances without much inbetween, the most unique part of his attire being what appears to be a utility belt, a holster fashioned onto it with duct tape and string, a revolver sitting in it. He stands at a staggering 3’11, though he claims he’s practically 4’0, Vex Quickshot, ‘bounty hunter’ or so he claims to be.
The moth creature looks up from its work, it's massive black eyes reflecting the creature.
They tip their hat only a little bit upon noticing them, his face surprisingly unblemished for a bounty hunter as they look through books, some vials glowing on his belt, an alchemist as well as a gunslinger.
Their head tilts from side to side, unbothered by muscular structure, ligaments, or tendon.
He looks confused by this, stopping his search for books to sit across from them, looking curiously at them, analyzing what he can.
They continue to stare, their feathery antenna wavering.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Okie dokie. I am alive. He is characters (I'm gonna try and roleplay with my new bois but I cannot guarantee that I don't get burnt out).*
A creature that resembles an extremely fluffy moth sits in the corner of the library at a small wooden round table. They are mostly a soft cream color with tones of beige and caramel around their feathery antenna and thorax. Their multiple delicate arms seem to be weaving something out of threads made from silver. They wear a cloak around their fuzzy wings, a sheer frock made of green and browns with little depictions of ladybugs on leaves. Their massive black eyes seem to be mainly focused on the silvery cloth they are making.
Another anthropomorphic creature makes their way into the library, though distinctly different from the moth creature. A being of considerable fluff, a brilliant orange with his fur patted down, a large tail sways behind him, the tip of which is a contrasting white color. He wears clothes reminiscent of a long nonexistent land, something made for traveling long distances without much inbetween, the most unique part of his attire being what appears to be a utility belt, a holster fashioned onto it with duct tape and string, a revolver sitting in it. He stands at a staggering 3’11, though he claims he’s practically 4’0, Vex Quickshot, ‘bounty hunter’ or so he claims to be.
The moth creature looks up from its work, it's massive black eyes reflecting the creature.
They tip their hat only a little bit upon noticing them, his face surprisingly unblemished for a bounty hunter as they look through books, some vials glowing on his belt, an alchemist as well as a gunslinger.
Their head tilts from side to side, unbothered by muscular structure, ligaments, or tendon.
He looks confused by this, stopping his search for books to sit across from them, looking curiously at them, analyzing what he can.
They continue to stare, their feathery antenna wavering.
He tilts his head, his accent very… simple “Are you… able to speak?” His voice full of charm.
*Okie dokie. I am alive. He is characters (I'm gonna try and roleplay with my new bois but I cannot guarantee that I don't get burnt out).*
A creature that resembles an extremely fluffy moth sits in the corner of the library at a small wooden round table. They are mostly a soft cream color with tones of beige and caramel around their feathery antenna and thorax. Their multiple delicate arms seem to be weaving something out of threads made from silver. They wear a cloak around their fuzzy wings, a sheer frock made of green and browns with little depictions of ladybugs on leaves. Their massive black eyes seem to be mainly focused on the silvery cloth they are making.
Another anthropomorphic creature makes their way into the library, though distinctly different from the moth creature. A being of considerable fluff, a brilliant orange with his fur patted down, a large tail sways behind him, the tip of which is a contrasting white color. He wears clothes reminiscent of a long nonexistent land, something made for traveling long distances without much inbetween, the most unique part of his attire being what appears to be a utility belt, a holster fashioned onto it with duct tape and string, a revolver sitting in it. He stands at a staggering 3’11, though he claims he’s practically 4’0, Vex Quickshot, ‘bounty hunter’ or so he claims to be.
The moth creature looks up from its work, it's massive black eyes reflecting the creature.
They tip their hat only a little bit upon noticing them, his face surprisingly unblemished for a bounty hunter as they look through books, some vials glowing on his belt, an alchemist as well as a gunslinger.
Their head tilts from side to side, unbothered by muscular structure, ligaments, or tendon.
He looks confused by this, stopping his search for books to sit across from them, looking curiously at them, analyzing what he can.
They continue to stare, their feathery antenna wavering.
He tilts his head, his accent very… simple “Are you… able to speak?” His voice full of charm.
They shake their head and then stare at the window, making a full 180 to turn to it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
“Don’t be, I’m fine being your mother, you need the support and I’m happy to give.” She pats their head softly.
She nods, putting down her cup next to her, “That sounds fun, if you want to.”
“Well, I won’t be able to pet you any all the way up there.” He says, gesturing for them to come down.
If you're sure. he pats Nine, before pointing out another mistake
"Unfortunately, I don't know any card tricks." she chuckles, pulling out a deck of cards.
He sighs, lowering himself, maintaining his orientation.
She continues to correct mistakes where they find them, “These would have taken me all night to find.”
She chuckles with them, patiently waiting for them to be finished preparing, her hands in her lap, “What are we playing?”
He holds out a hand to rub the side of their face and top of their head, “Good to see you, honey.”
Thought you were a scientist.
"Up to you, I'm the guest." she smiles
"And you too." he says, leaning into their hand.
“Don’t be that way with your mother.” She says with a cackle, “I’m a scientist, but that doesn’t mean I’m right all the time.”
She takes the cards, beginning to deal them out as for a game of poker, surprisingly experienced.
He pets them affectionately, “How are you doing today?” He gives them the quickest smooch on the cheek.
He sighs and lays down on the bed, extremely bored.
"Poker, huh? Ain't that considered a sin?" she chuckles
"Much better now, and you?" he asks, kissing back sneakily
“There are some bombs under the pillow if you want to blow something up, if it’s a person, apologize and bring me the body.”
“It would’ve been… but then again, you would’ve been too.” She says, taking her cards, smiling softly back.
He blushes from the kiss, but less than before, leaning back once he’s done petting them, “I would have to say the same.”
He takes one and goes out
"Would have? Whaddya mean by that?" she asks, looking at her cards
He floats down and sits next to them, stretching. "Getting stronger?"
She lets Nine follow after them to make sure they don’t get themselves killed.
“My… previous religion wanted me to be… without interest in others, but I kept finding romance so enticing. Nights I would be flogged for a feelings, I’m just happy I have the chance I’ve always wanted.”
“Day by day, and some day, I’ll be able to finally rest, the heavenly hero needed no longer.”
*it takes a certain kind of man, with a certain reputation, to alleviate the cash from a whole entire nation- take my lose change and build my own space station-*
*i have settled on a vibe and a theme I have for today, one I may figure out how to make a character around. Nesting dolls.*
*also, if you all haven’t heard, I am making a thread.*
Their head tilts from side to side, unbothered by muscular structure, ligaments, or tendon.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Don’t be that way with your mother.” She says with a cackle, “I’m a scientist, but that doesn’t mean I’m right all the time.”
She takes the cards, beginning to deal them out as for a game of poker, surprisingly experienced.
He pets them affectionately, “How are you doing today?” He gives them the quickest smooch on the cheek.
He looks confused by this, stopping his search for books to sit across from them, looking curiously at them, analyzing what he can.
They continue to stare, their feathery antenna wavering.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sure, I posted my new characters a bit ago.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He tilts his head, his accent very… simple “Are you… able to speak?” His voice full of charm.
“There are some bombs under the pillow if you want to blow something up, if it’s a person, apologize and bring me the body.”
“It would’ve been… but then again, you would’ve been too.” She says, taking her cards, smiling softly back.
He blushes from the kiss, but less than before, leaning back once he’s done petting them, “I would have to say the same.”
They shake their head and then stare at the window, making a full 180 to turn to it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cut for Wendi.*
He nods, looking only more curious, taking one of the empty vials from his belt “Can you write?” He takes out a pencil, rolling it over to them.
*I is back for like half an hour :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Oh hey, good afternoon Tarra.*
*Henlo Jester :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
She lets Nine follow after them to make sure they don’t get themselves killed.
“My… previous religion wanted me to be… without interest in others, but I kept finding romance so enticing. Nights I would be flogged for a feelings, I’m just happy I have the chance I’ve always wanted.”
“Day by day, and some day, I’ll be able to finally rest, the heavenly hero needed no longer.”
*How are you, dear Tarra?*