An elf in a pirate shirt and bandanna is passed out drunk on the lawn, stinking of rum.
A young birdfolk resembling a petrel stands on the roof, singing a shanty and playing along on a hurdy-gurdy.
*pirates*
A younger adult male wolfkind clad in pajamas paws at them, concern on his grey fluffy face.
From the cutlass and pistol, it's very clear that this person is a pirate.
He whines, continuing to shake them, trying to get them to wake up.
they blink groggily awake and swat your hands away
He continues to push, not stopping until they sit up.
They sit up. "Getoffme...." they slur, rubbing their head. You hear a soft, gruff voice behind you. "'Scuse me."
He backs away from the first man, turning to the second one
The voice comes from a heavily tattooed brass dragonborn in a naval coat. "That'd be my captain. Thanks for finding the drunkard."
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*Two gods and a moron with a death wish? Sounds good to me!*
*sounds simply wonderful!*
*anyways, how have you been?*
*I have to go very soon, but I've been horrible, honestly. My mom is trying to make things increasingly uncomfortable to we have a reason to leave the house while also not helping us get jobs or driving us anywhere, and since we live in the American Suburbs...*
*Two gods and a moron with a death wish? Sounds good to me!*
*sounds simply wonderful!*
*anyways, how have you been?*
*I have to go very soon, but I've been horrible, honestly. My mom is trying to make things increasingly uncomfortable to we have a reason to leave the house while also not helping us get jobs or driving us anywhere, and since we live in the American Suburbs...*
*I’m so sorry that’s happening, that sucks. I know you have to go but I seriously hope the situation gets better in some way.*
An elf in a pirate shirt and bandanna is passed out drunk on the lawn, stinking of rum.
A young birdfolk resembling a petrel stands on the roof, singing a shanty and playing along on a hurdy-gurdy.
*pirates*
A younger adult male wolfkind clad in pajamas paws at them, concern on his grey fluffy face.
From the cutlass and pistol, it's very clear that this person is a pirate.
He whines, continuing to shake them, trying to get them to wake up.
they blink groggily awake and swat your hands away
He continues to push, not stopping until they sit up.
They sit up. "Getoffme...." they slur, rubbing their head. You hear a soft, gruff voice behind you. "'Scuse me."
He backs away from the first man, turning to the second one
The voice comes from a heavily tattooed brass dragonborn in a naval coat. "That'd be my captain. Thanks for finding the drunkard."
He nods, looking down at his hinds.
The dragonborn hefts the drunk captain over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "She always does this, laddie."
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Night falls, and the lawn of the inn is empty. Almost. Silhouetted in the light of a small campfire is a heavily tattooed brass dragonborn. He sings an old, mournful song in a quiet, smooth baritone, as soft as a sigh, yet sad enough to make the stoic weep. His naval coat and hat are discarded beside him as he sits on the ground.
This is the song, for vibes
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The dragonborn hefts the drunk captain over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "She always does this, laddie."
He nods again before pointing to his throat to indicate mute, then shrugs apologetically.
"It's alright. She'll be fine come midday." he lets out a deep, rumbling laugh.
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The dragonborn hefts the drunk captain over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "She always does this, laddie."
He nods again before pointing to his throat to indicate mute, then shrugs apologetically.
"It's alright. She'll be fine come midday." he lets out a deep, rumbling laugh.
He looks up at her, worried still
"She's an elf, laddie. She could empty an entire barrel and wake up the next morning with nothing but a headache."
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The voice comes from a heavily tattooed brass dragonborn in a naval coat. "That'd be my captain. Thanks for finding the drunkard."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
*hello, Darlin’s! It’s been a while since I popped over to this thread*
*Wouldst thou like the taste of B U T T E R ?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*:< I’ve just been busy :<*
*absolutely, darling!*
*Yay!*
*The contract is sealed.*
*Atticus will rend the wheat from the chaff.*
*The Autumn Country now has a second villain to deal with.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*those two villains might quickly become three, my darling dear*
*Two gods and a moron with a death wish? Sounds good to me!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*sounds simply wonderful!*
*anyways, how have you been?*
*I have to go very soon, but I've been horrible, honestly. My mom is trying to make things increasingly uncomfortable to we have a reason to leave the house while also not helping us get jobs or driving us anywhere, and since we live in the American Suburbs...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I’m so sorry that’s happening, that sucks. I know you have to go but I seriously hope the situation gets better in some way.*
The dragonborn hefts the drunk captain over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "She always does this, laddie."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
Night falls, and the lawn of the inn is empty. Almost. Silhouetted in the light of a small campfire is a heavily tattooed brass dragonborn. He sings an old, mournful song in a quiet, smooth baritone, as soft as a sigh, yet sad enough to make the stoic weep. His naval coat and hat are discarded beside him as he sits on the ground.
This is the song, for vibes
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
"It's alright. She'll be fine come midday." he lets out a deep, rumbling laugh.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
"She's an elf, laddie. She could empty an entire barrel and wake up the next morning with nothing but a headache."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)