"I'm Felix Ambersmoke. Nice to meet you, Loo." He holds out a chubby paw to shake. "You the owner of that new restaurant? It's really good."
He sighs and cuddles a bit closer. "I left my kids behind. It was thousands of years ago, but I still did it. They were worried about their dad, so I disguised myself as a nurse and went to the front lines. He had been dead for months, and all the letters we got from him were fakes. When I went back to tell the kiddos, they had been taken away due to my 'lack of moral fiber.' The folks up top knew all along that I wasn't a nurse. They knew I would come looking." He bows his head.
“Yes I would be, my capabilities are what allow my restaurant to thrive, and my cooking skills, the one thing my father was able to give me.” He shakes the hand with a smile.
“You abandoned your own children. Hmm…” He rubs his chin, thinking for a moment, “Did you attempt to make amends? It’s obvious you have regrets, if you failed to do so then, you should now, I will come along with you for support and to keep you from running away again, if you will allow me.”
"I'm a chef too, although my specialty is dealing with dangerous ingredients instead of being really good with... anything in particular. I'm still a master chef, I just don't think I can do what you do."
"They're dead. Not even a True Resurrection could bring them back. I never found them after that day, no matter how many places I raided looking for them. I... lost my mind searching. Killed millions over the course of my career, and not all of them were bad guys." He sobs. "They were children. Normal, mortal children."
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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.
He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
His grip is firm, cold in one spot where he bears a ring
"I have, but we have.. a problem."
He nods, smiling and blushing at the praise of his work.
He looks down to the ring, his pupils slitting “What is that, why do you wear it around your… what’s the word…?”
“A problem? Explain.” She tilts her head, worried.
He folds the piece of paper, sliding it into his pocket, “A piece of art, thank you.”
He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
His grip is firm, cold in one spot where he bears a ring
"I have, but we have.. a problem."
He nods, smiling and blushing at the praise of his work.
He looks down to the ring, his pupils slitting “What is that, why do you wear it around your… what’s the word…?”
“A problem? Explain.” She tilts her head, worried.
He folds the piece of paper, sliding it into his pocket, “A piece of art, thank you.”
"This is a ring, and I wear it on my left ring finger because I am engaged."
He holds up his nub, frowning
He nods, smiling and taking a sip of his water.
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"I'm Felix Ambersmoke. Nice to meet you, Loo." He holds out a chubby paw to shake. "You the owner of that new restaurant? It's really good."
He sighs and cuddles a bit closer. "I left my kids behind. It was thousands of years ago, but I still did it. They were worried about their dad, so I disguised myself as a nurse and went to the front lines. He had been dead for months, and all the letters we got from him were fakes. When I went back to tell the kiddos, they had been taken away due to my 'lack of moral fiber.' The folks up top knew all along that I wasn't a nurse. They knew I would come looking." He bows his head.
“Yes I would be, my capabilities are what allow my restaurant to thrive, and my cooking skills, the one thing my father was able to give me.” He shakes the hand with a smile.
“You abandoned your own children. Hmm…” He rubs his chin, thinking for a moment, “Did you attempt to make amends? It’s obvious you have regrets, if you failed to do so then, you should now, I will come along with you for support and to keep you from running away again, if you will allow me.”
"I'm a chef too, although my specialty is dealing with dangerous ingredients instead of being really good with... anything in particular. I'm still a master chef, I just don't think I can do what you do."
"They're dead. Not even a True Resurrection could bring them back. I never found them after that day, no matter how many places I raided looking for them. I... lost my mind searching. Killed millions over the course of my career, and not all of them were bad guys." He sobs. "They were children. Normal, mortal children."
“Anyone can do what I do, I just was lucky in some ways and unlucky in others, if not for the death of my parents, I may have grown up a little more normal.”
He nods silently and pats their back, “I will be the shoulder you need to lean on, for now if not later. Not all crimes can be forgiven, but regrets give way for chances not had before. I’m sorry for you, and your family.”
He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
His grip is firm, cold in one spot where he bears a ring
"I have, but we have.. a problem."
He nods, smiling and blushing at the praise of his work.
He looks down to the ring, his pupils slitting “What is that, why do you wear it around your… what’s the word…?”
“A problem? Explain.” She tilts her head, worried.
He folds the piece of paper, sliding it into his pocket, “A piece of art, thank you.”
"This is a ring, and I wear it on my left ring finger because I am engaged."
He holds up his nub, frowning
He nods, smiling and taking a sip of his water.
“Engaged?” He tilts his head to the point where it would snap if he had a spine.
“Did you lose your arm again?” She sighs, “Do you want to be infected again, dear?”
He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
His grip is firm, cold in one spot where he bears a ring
"I have, but we have.. a problem."
He nods, smiling and blushing at the praise of his work.
He looks down to the ring, his pupils slitting “What is that, why do you wear it around your… what’s the word…?”
“A problem? Explain.” She tilts her head, worried.
He folds the piece of paper, sliding it into his pocket, “A piece of art, thank you.”
"This is a ring, and I wear it on my left ring finger because I am engaged."
He holds up his nub, frowning
He nods, smiling and taking a sip of his water.
“Engaged?” He tilts his head to the point where it would snap if he had a spine.
“Did you lose your arm again?” She sighs, “Do you want to be infected again, dear?”
“Do you have any family, around here, friend?”
"Tied lovingly to the man I love, who'll soon become my husband."
He nods sheepishly.
He shakes his head, looking a bit sad.
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He takes the hand, “Bluebell, nice to meet you.” He gives an eerie and unnatural smile.
“Do you have anything you want to do today, dear? Have you been practicing your trapeze?”
He takes the drawing, smiling down at it, “Thank you, may I have this?” He puts the drawing paper down on the table “This is a very good drawing. I feel connected to it in some way.” He smiles brightly, looking back to them.
His grip is firm, cold in one spot where he bears a ring
"I have, but we have.. a problem."
He nods, smiling and blushing at the praise of his work.
He looks down to the ring, his pupils slitting “What is that, why do you wear it around your… what’s the word…?”
“A problem? Explain.” She tilts her head, worried.
He folds the piece of paper, sliding it into his pocket, “A piece of art, thank you.”
"This is a ring, and I wear it on my left ring finger because I am engaged."
He holds up his nub, frowning
He nods, smiling and taking a sip of his water.
“Engaged?” He tilts his head to the point where it would snap if he had a spine.
“Did you lose your arm again?” She sighs, “Do you want to be infected again, dear?”
“Do you have any family, around here, friend?”
"Tied lovingly to the man I love, who'll soon become my husband."
He nods sheepishly.
He shakes his head, looking a bit sad.
They process this, smiling “I’m happy for you, that must mean more than I understand.”
She rolls her eyes before biting the other side of their neck.
“Well… how about you join my family, we’d give you a place to stay, food to eat, people to care for you?”
They process this, smiling “I’m happy for you, that must mean more than I understand.”
She rolls her eyes before biting the other side of their neck.
“Well… how about you join my family, we’d give you a place to stay, food to eat, people to care for you?”
"Thank you, I'm quite excited. Can I get you something else?"
He groans, stump shaking a bit
He thinks for a moment before writing out words on a blank paper. "Gang?"
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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
*yess*
*Would you be okay if I interacted with this, Fry?*
*yeah you can*
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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
They process this, smiling “I’m happy for you, that must mean more than I understand.”
She rolls her eyes before biting the other side of their neck.
“Well… how about you join my family, we’d give you a place to stay, food to eat, people to care for you?”
"Thank you, I'm quite excited. Can I get you something else?"
He groans, stump shaking a bit
He thinks for a moment before writing out words on a blank paper. "Gang?"
He shakes his head, “Unless you have some advice ro appear more… correct.”
She pulls back after a moment, “Now you’re going to go to bed.”
He grins, leaning back in his chair, “You are a clever one, what is your name, friend?”
"Smile more, don't blink like a lizard."
He watches as his hand reforms, sighing. "Whyyy?..."
He crosses out 'gang', writing "Hylin."
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They process this, smiling “I’m happy for you, that must mean more than I understand.”
She rolls her eyes before biting the other side of their neck.
“Well… how about you join my family, we’d give you a place to stay, food to eat, people to care for you?”
"Thank you, I'm quite excited. Can I get you something else?"
He groans, stump shaking a bit
He thinks for a moment before writing out words on a blank paper. "Gang?"
He shakes his head, “Unless you have some advice ro appear more… correct.”
She pulls back after a moment, “Now you’re going to go to bed.”
He grins, leaning back in his chair, “You are a clever one, what is your name, friend?”
"Smile more, don't blink like a lizard."
He watches as his hand reforms, sighing. "Whyyy?..."
He crosses out 'gang', writing "Hylin."
He smiles wider, and it just looks inhuman now, and begins blinking vertically.
“Because you are now sick, and don’t want to become crimson cursed. Remember?”
“A pleasure to meet you Hylin, would you like to join my family?”
"Maybe less wide of a grin."
"Okay.." he turns around and holds onto her."
He taps on the word Gang again, raising an eyebrow
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The smile fades just a bit, if it weren’t for how strangely normal his teeth are, he would look the part of a person.
She picks them up, taking them to their lavish bed, “You’re lucky I love you.”
“A gang would be… an accurate guess, I suppose.” He sighs, cracking his neck.
"That's better!"
He grumbles, nuzzling into her. "Love you too.. both of you."
"Safe for me? Do I do crime?"
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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
*yess*
*Would you be okay if I interacted with this, Fry?*
*yeah you can*
*anyine else can interact*
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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
The smile fades just a bit, if it weren’t for how strangely normal his teeth are, he would look the part of a person.
She picks them up, taking them to their lavish bed, “You’re lucky I love you.”
“A gang would be… an accurate guess, I suppose.” He sighs, cracking his neck.
"That's better!"
He grumbles, nuzzling into her. "Love you too.. both of you."
"Safe for me? Do I do crime?"
He nods, the smile fading completely “Thank you, this is good to know.” He walks off, waving goodbye.
Her eyes flicker both colors as she kisses them passionately as she lies down with them.
“You don’t have to, and if you don’t, I can promise you safety.”
(Whose pick?"
He smiles, holding onto them.
"Friend first, maybe family later."
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"I'm a chef too, although my specialty is dealing with dangerous ingredients instead of being really good with... anything in particular. I'm still a master chef, I just don't think I can do what you do."
"They're dead. Not even a True Resurrection could bring them back. I never found them after that day, no matter how many places I raided looking for them. I... lost my mind searching. Killed millions over the course of my career, and not all of them were bad guys." He sobs. "They were children. Normal, mortal children."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He looks down to the ring, his pupils slitting “What is that, why do you wear it around your… what’s the word…?”
“A problem? Explain.” She tilts her head, worried.
He folds the piece of paper, sliding it into his pocket, “A piece of art, thank you.”
"This is a ring, and I wear it on my left ring finger because I am engaged."
He holds up his nub, frowning
He nods, smiling and taking a sip of his water.
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My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
“Anyone can do what I do, I just was lucky in some ways and unlucky in others, if not for the death of my parents, I may have grown up a little more normal.”
He nods silently and pats their back, “I will be the shoulder you need to lean on, for now if not later. Not all crimes can be forgiven, but regrets give way for chances not had before. I’m sorry for you, and your family.”
“Engaged?” He tilts his head to the point where it would snap if he had a spine.
“Did you lose your arm again?” She sighs, “Do you want to be infected again, dear?”
“Do you have any family, around here, friend?”
"Tied lovingly to the man I love, who'll soon become my husband."
He nods sheepishly.
He shakes his head, looking a bit sad.
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S♡J
2-13-25
They process this, smiling “I’m happy for you, that must mean more than I understand.”
She rolls her eyes before biting the other side of their neck.
“Well… how about you join my family, we’d give you a place to stay, food to eat, people to care for you?”
"Thank you, I'm quite excited. Can I get you something else?"
He groans, stump shaking a bit
He thinks for a moment before writing out words on a blank paper. "Gang?"
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S♡J
2-13-25
*yeah you can*
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
He shakes his head, “Unless you have some advice ro appear more… correct.”
She pulls back after a moment, “Now you’re going to go to bed.”
He grins, leaning back in his chair, “You are a clever one, what is your name, friend?”
"Smile more, don't blink like a lizard."
He watches as his hand reforms, sighing. "Whyyy?..."
He crosses out 'gang', writing "Hylin."
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My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
He smiles wider, and it just looks inhuman now, and begins blinking vertically.
“Because you are now sick, and don’t want to become crimson cursed. Remember?”
“A pleasure to meet you Hylin, would you like to join my family?”
"Maybe less wide of a grin."
"Okay.." he turns around and holds onto her."
He taps on the word Gang again, raising an eyebrow
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My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Cut for Salem.*
The smile fades just a bit, if it weren’t for how strangely normal his teeth are, he would look the part of a person.
She picks them up, taking them to their lavish bed, “You’re lucky I love you.”
“A gang would be… an accurate guess, I suppose.” He sighs, cracking his neck.
"That's better!"
He grumbles, nuzzling into her. "Love you too.. both of you."
"Safe for me? Do I do crime?"
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S♡J
2-13-25
He nods, the smile fading completely “Thank you, this is good to know.” He walks off, waving goodbye.
Her eyes flicker both colors as she kisses them passionately as she lies down with them.
“You don’t have to, and if you don’t, I can promise you safety.”
*anyine else can interact*
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
(Whose pick?"
He smiles, holding onto them.
"Friend first, maybe family later."
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S♡J
2-13-25
*I would have to say mine… I kinda wanna make a gladiator duo later, but for now, I want Jack to meet Natasha. Next pick is Yuki.*
She kisses them happily, “We love you more than anything in all of our years, dear.”
He nods, “How old are you, friend?” He asks, ordering himself a glass of water.
*Good morning, my existence is poor*