"certainly." he blends a banana into some milk, making sure to get the consistency right.
The chonker stretches and yawns like a cat. "Can you fly? My parents could, but I can't."
Byren hands them the drink. "I can hover, levitate, fly-ish technically, scatter myself into rays of sun, and the likes. Perks given to me by Dad."
Having no hands, he grabs it with his jaws. He tilts it ever-so-slightly so that a bit pours into his mouth, but not all of it. He sets it down on the ground and lays down next to it. "That's bull(gp). Why can't I do that?" He grumbles. "All these guys have like superpowers or something, when all I can do is..." He looks at the ground and scrunches up his face, then unleashes a blast of energy that slices the grass for 40ft. It is now mowed in that area.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*in the event that Saphuno has another child, would anybody like to play them?*
*heck sure! I've been looking to make another cursed character.*
*genetically speaking, they will be a Jackolope either fire or spring based (Domino is fire based) A demi god Related to God himself and to the mink weather gods Tied into a massive family tree that's here A predisposed tendency to be a subby male and a dominant woman*
*HOW ABOUT THE PLANTS ARE TAKING THEM OVER*
*uhh, no*
*but half plant cursed jackalope druid, too afraid to harm the plants that are slowly devouring them, doomed to die by their own compassion*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*i wanna rp but idk... Ooh, idea! WWW TAKEOVER* A witch with long pink hair and a matching witch hat is outside waiting for something or other A heavily scarred bobcat hops through the inn window with a canary in its jaws A bandaged witch with a short mop of dark hair is laying outside in the grass
*helo*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*I need to come up with some like, mid powers. Those are always cool to see when they're used well. Like, high skill ceiling powers basically. Take the Gum Gum Fruit from One Piece. Everyone basically thinks it's a (gp) power until Luffy comes up with those cool techniques to make it worth using.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Augury: Commonly hailed as the least useful form of fortune telling/divination. Essentially interpreting signs*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*I need to come up with some like, mid powers. Those are always cool to see when they're used well. Like, high skill ceiling powers basically. Take the Gum Gum Fruit from One Piece. Everyone basically thinks it's a (gp) power until Luffy comes up with those cool techniques to make it worth using.*
*Yeah bad powers with great users are always fun, it’s the greatest to see someone with a power that sucks using it like a master.*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*i so tired i read the words "a little polish" As "a little POLISH" (as in the place) And I was like what could a tiny European help with in this situation it makes no sense*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*i so tired i read the words "a little polish" As "a little POLISH" (as in the place) And I was like what could a tiny European help with in this situation it makes no sense*
Angel is inside the tavern, comfortably sat in the library. He is sitting at a table, reading a book on the symbology of certain objects and how they can hold a primordial magic. He is dressed in a maroon-colored dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He is listening to the radio as he reads, simple classical music playing from it.
Misha is outside, her form not her own. She looks like a mix between a bird and a wolf, four paws on the earth but fur made of black feathers with a bird-like skull sat on her shoulders. She prowls around, the sound of her stomach growling like a angry dog. Her talon-clawed hands dig into the earth of a local graveyard, making strange noises like a cooing dove.
Samaritan is sitting outside with someone. He seems to talk to him like this person is his own child, asking questions along the line of ‘Are you eating enough?’ or ‘How is college?’. The man, almost looking to be in his thirties, is picking at a fruit cobbler that Samaritan gave him. He has short black hair, olive hued skin, and bright brown eyes. He wears a white dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a pair of black dress pants.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Angel is inside the tavern, comfortably sat in the library. He is sitting at a table, reading a book on the symbology of certain objects and how they can hold a primordial magic. He is dressed in a maroon-colored dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He is listening to the radio as he reads, simple classical music playing from it.
Misha is outside, her form not her own. She looks like a mix between a bird and a wolf, four paws on the earth but fur made of black feathers with a bird-like skull sat on her shoulders. She prowls around, the sound of her stomach growling like a angry dog. Her talon-clawed hands dig into the earth of a local graveyard, making strange noises like a cooing dove.
Samaritan is sitting outside with someone. He seems to talk to him like this person is his own child, asking questions along the line of ‘Are you eating enough?’ or ‘How is college?’. The man, almost looking to be in his thirties, is picking at a fruit cobbler that Samaritan gave him. He has short black hair, olive hued skin, and bright brown eyes. He wears a white dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a pair of black dress pants.
Thirteen is sitting at a table, staring intently at what appears to be a pile of random garbage.
Loriche is heading back to her camp and sees what she views only as some weird owlbear-adjacent critter. Quickly, she squares up, taking out her shield.
Riotan strolls over, waving as politely as possible to the man. He has something of an inkling as to who this man might be.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Angel is inside the tavern, comfortably sat in the library. He is sitting at a table, reading a book on the symbology of certain objects and how they can hold a primordial magic. He is dressed in a maroon-colored dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He is listening to the radio as he reads, simple classical music playing from it.
Misha is outside, her form not her own. She looks like a mix between a bird and a wolf, four paws on the earth but fur made of black feathers with a bird-like skull sat on her shoulders. She prowls around, the sound of her stomach growling like a angry dog. Her talon-clawed hands dig into the earth of a local graveyard, making strange noises like a cooing dove.
Samaritan is sitting outside with someone. He seems to talk to him like this person is his own child, asking questions along the line of ‘Are you eating enough?’ or ‘How is college?’. The man, almost looking to be in his thirties, is picking at a fruit cobbler that Samaritan gave him. He has short black hair, olive hued skin, and bright brown eyes. He wears a white dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a pair of black dress pants.
Thirteen is sitting at a table, staring intently at what appears to be a pile of random garbage.
Loriche is heading back to her camp and sees what she views only as some weird owlbear-adjacent critter. Quickly, she squares up, taking out her shield.
Riotan strolls over, waving as politely as possible to the man. He has something of an inkling as to who this man might be.
Angel looks over, his large black eyes blinking in curiosity.
Misha writhes about, her body actually much thinner than what the feathers would make one assume. She squeezes between two trees, seeming to smell something.
Samaritan smiles behind his mask and waves back. William looks up, tilting his head and gives a polite smile back.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Angel is inside the tavern, comfortably sat in the library. He is sitting at a table, reading a book on the symbology of certain objects and how they can hold a primordial magic. He is dressed in a maroon-colored dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He is listening to the radio as he reads, simple classical music playing from it.
Misha is outside, her form not her own. She looks like a mix between a bird and a wolf, four paws on the earth but fur made of black feathers with a bird-like skull sat on her shoulders. She prowls around, the sound of her stomach growling like a angry dog. Her talon-clawed hands dig into the earth of a local graveyard, making strange noises like a cooing dove.
Samaritan is sitting outside with someone. He seems to talk to him like this person is his own child, asking questions along the line of ‘Are you eating enough?’ or ‘How is college?’. The man, almost looking to be in his thirties, is picking at a fruit cobbler that Samaritan gave him. He has short black hair, olive hued skin, and bright brown eyes. He wears a white dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a pair of black dress pants.
Thirteen is sitting at a table, staring intently at what appears to be a pile of random garbage.
Loriche is heading back to her camp and sees what she views only as some weird owlbear-adjacent critter. Quickly, she squares up, taking out her shield.
Riotan strolls over, waving as politely as possible to the man. He has something of an inkling as to who this man might be.
Angel looks over, his large black eyes blinking in curiosity.
Misha writhes about, her body actually much thinner than what the feathers would make one assume. She squeezes between two trees, seeming to smell something.
Samaritan smiles behind his mask and waves back. William looks up, tilting his head and gives a polite smile back.
At the moment, Thirteen is pondering an old door hinge.
Cautiously, Loriche follows, ready to attack if necessary.
“It’s been a while since I saw you in town.” Rio smiles and sits with them.
*why did i forget what william looked like and think this was samaritan’s estranged son*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Angel is inside the tavern, comfortably sat in the library. He is sitting at a table, reading a book on the symbology of certain objects and how they can hold a primordial magic. He is dressed in a maroon-colored dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He is listening to the radio as he reads, simple classical music playing from it.
Misha is outside, her form not her own. She looks like a mix between a bird and a wolf, four paws on the earth but fur made of black feathers with a bird-like skull sat on her shoulders. She prowls around, the sound of her stomach growling like a angry dog. Her talon-clawed hands dig into the earth of a local graveyard, making strange noises like a cooing dove.
Samaritan is sitting outside with someone. He seems to talk to him like this person is his own child, asking questions along the line of ‘Are you eating enough?’ or ‘How is college?’. The man, almost looking to be in his thirties, is picking at a fruit cobbler that Samaritan gave him. He has short black hair, olive hued skin, and bright brown eyes. He wears a white dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a pair of black dress pants.
There is a flicker, and an atonal melody, and a breath of pain. Stigmata stands before her, hands folded behind his back. He clicks his tongue. "What a shame to see you like this. What would Jesus say?" He pauses. "Really, what? I haven't finished the book yet."
Skwasniec 'lurks' in the shadows, about the size of a German Shepherd, eyeing the cobbler hungrily.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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Having no hands, he grabs it with his jaws. He tilts it ever-so-slightly so that a bit pours into his mouth, but not all of it. He sets it down on the ground and lays down next to it. "That's bull(gp). Why can't I do that?" He grumbles. "All these guys have like superpowers or something, when all I can do is..." He looks at the ground and scrunches up his face, then unleashes a blast of energy that slices the grass for 40ft. It is now mowed in that area.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*but half plant cursed jackalope druid, too afraid to harm the plants that are slowly devouring them, doomed to die by their own compassion*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*helo*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*I think I will briefly bring back William for Samaritan and Riotan's wedding.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*ooooh that’s gonna make things awkward*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I need to come up with some like, mid powers. Those are always cool to see when they're used well. Like, high skill ceiling powers basically. Take the Gum Gum Fruit from One Piece. Everyone basically thinks it's a (gp) power until Luffy comes up with those cool techniques to make it worth using.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Augury: Commonly hailed as the least useful form of fortune telling/divination. Essentially interpreting signs*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*Yeah bad powers with great users are always fun, it’s the greatest to see someone with a power that sucks using it like a master.*
*ehllo*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*Hello. I is here to gay, to gender, and to gfurry (They need to all have a 'g' :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.
*i so tired i read the words "a little polish" As "a little POLISH" (as in the place) And I was like what could a tiny European help with in this situation it makes no sense*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*lol*
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.
Angel is inside the tavern, comfortably sat in the library. He is sitting at a table, reading a book on the symbology of certain objects and how they can hold a primordial magic. He is dressed in a maroon-colored dress shirt and a pair of black dress pants. He is listening to the radio as he reads, simple classical music playing from it.
Misha is outside, her form not her own. She looks like a mix between a bird and a wolf, four paws on the earth but fur made of black feathers with a bird-like skull sat on her shoulders. She prowls around, the sound of her stomach growling like a angry dog. Her talon-clawed hands dig into the earth of a local graveyard, making strange noises like a cooing dove.
Samaritan is sitting outside with someone. He seems to talk to him like this person is his own child, asking questions along the line of ‘Are you eating enough?’ or ‘How is college?’. The man, almost looking to be in his thirties, is picking at a fruit cobbler that Samaritan gave him. He has short black hair, olive hued skin, and bright brown eyes. He wears a white dress shirt, a black suit vest, and a pair of black dress pants.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Anybody here or something? It’s all good if not, I’ll just be playing Baldur’s Gate 3.*
Thirteen is sitting at a table, staring intently at what appears to be a pile of random garbage.
Loriche is heading back to her camp and sees what she views only as some weird owlbear-adjacent critter. Quickly, she squares up, taking out her shield.
Riotan strolls over, waving as politely as possible to the man. He has something of an inkling as to who this man might be.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Angel looks over, his large black eyes blinking in curiosity.
Misha writhes about, her body actually much thinner than what the feathers would make one assume. She squeezes between two trees, seeming to smell something.
Samaritan smiles behind his mask and waves back. William looks up, tilting his head and gives a polite smile back.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I am here now*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*is here*
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.
At the moment, Thirteen is pondering an old door hinge.
Cautiously, Loriche follows, ready to attack if necessary.
“It’s been a while since I saw you in town.” Rio smiles and sits with them.
*why did i forget what william looked like and think this was samaritan’s estranged son*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
There is a flicker, and an atonal melody, and a breath of pain. Stigmata stands before her, hands folded behind his back. He clicks his tongue. "What a shame to see you like this. What would Jesus say?" He pauses. "Really, what? I haven't finished the book yet."
Skwasniec 'lurks' in the shadows, about the size of a German Shepherd, eyeing the cobbler hungrily.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.