“You did not have a name, but you hold them with some regard, interesting. I’ll think up some name, for these little ones then.”
He blushes a color contrasting his skin, leaning into them happily.
After a while, he loses the game, happily as it seems, smiling at them brightly.
"Mother despised me, that's why." he shrugs
"Chameleon [GP]" he teases
"That was certainly interesting, new, and definitley fun. Good game." he bows.
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
"I'm doing what I can for someone who needs it. Just like what you do, right?" He cuddles a bit closer.
He takes it, examining it. "I'll make sure it gets where it needs to go." He tosses it into the air, catches it, and drops it in his pocket. "All these little people... they scurry around like ants when they deserve to live like the greatest kings. It boggles my mind that they remain content with their lot. My latest theory is that they don't know any better, so I've started another charity project for education. Paying tuition for kids whose families can't afford it."
“That’s true… I suppose. I help those who need the help, you had no obligation to help me, and yet you did. Thank you, Mr.Ambersmoke.”
“Such is the world, the greatest aren’t allowed to live those lives because of the smallest limitations or the greatest mountains. Fated to die before they can change the world for the better, that’s why those who live have to work for those who cannot be what they are truly capable of.”
*I gtg pretty soon*
"Don't worry about it. I wanna support you any way I can. You're like, our frontliners." His body begins to reach a healthy temperature for a humanoid.
"Exactly, Mr. Rag! That's actually why I started machining, you know? To lower the skill floor of complex jobs, like line cookery or writing or factory work. I want anyone to be able to get one of these jobs. Stepping stones for bigger money, see? But some people think machines are to replace humanoid jobs, not assist them. My greatest inspiration, Oswald Grouper, had a similar viewpoint, but at least he limited it to dangerous jobs. My competitors just want to make as much money as possible." He clenches his fists.
"I'm doing what I can for someone who needs it. Just like what you do, right?" He cuddles a bit closer.
He takes it, examining it. "I'll make sure it gets where it needs to go." He tosses it into the air, catches it, and drops it in his pocket. "All these little people... they scurry around like ants when they deserve to live like the greatest kings. It boggles my mind that they remain content with their lot. My latest theory is that they don't know any better, so I've started another charity project for education. Paying tuition for kids whose families can't afford it."
“That’s true… I suppose. I help those who need the help, you had no obligation to help me, and yet you did. Thank you, Mr.Ambersmoke.”
“Such is the world, the greatest aren’t allowed to live those lives because of the smallest limitations or the greatest mountains. Fated to die before they can change the world for the better, that’s why those who live have to work for those who cannot be what they are truly capable of.”
*I gtg pretty soon*
"Don't worry about it. I wanna support you any way I can. You're like, our frontliners." His body begins to reach a healthy temperature for a humanoid.
"Exactly, Mr. Rag! That's actually why I started machining, you know? To lower the skill floor of complex jobs, like line cookery or writing or factory work. I want anyone to be able to get one of these jobs. Stepping stones for bigger money, see? But some people think machines are to replace humanoid jobs, not assist them. My greatest inspiration, Oswald Grouper, has a similar viewpoint, but at least he limited it to dangerous jobs. My competitors just want to make as much money as possible." He clenches his fists.
He’s certainly thankful, and clearly shows that thanks on his face, smiling as much as his scarred face can “The only line of defense against infernals, I’m sorry I am among the few.”
“Hmm, that’s why you need to outdo everyone, be the best of the best with no competition left to face. That’s how I got to where I am now, no better way to left others up than from above. Once you reach the top, do your best to make that the average.”
“You did not have a name, but you hold them with some regard, interesting. I’ll think up some name, for these little ones then.”
He blushes a color contrasting his skin, leaning into them happily.
After a while, he loses the game, happily as it seems, smiling at them brightly.
"Mother despised me, that's why." he shrugs
"Chameleon [GP]" he teases
"That was certainly interesting, new, and definitley fun. Good game." he bows.
“How could anyone despise you?” She says as the young ones weakly nibble on him, “You are great.”
“Ah don’t make me kiss ya back, I will!” He playfully threatens.”
He bows back to them, “Thank you, my parents taught it to me, don’t know where they got it from though.”
He accepts the nibbles, petting them absentmindedly "I am full blooded mortal, a trait in my family which is.. unusual."
"Not kisses! I'll simply die."
"I liked it, never played it before."
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
"Don't worry about it. I wanna support you any way I can. You're like, our frontliners." His body begins to reach a healthy temperature for a humanoid.
"Exactly, Mr. Rag! That's actually why I started machining, you know? To lower the skill floor of complex jobs, like line cookery or writing or factory work. I want anyone to be able to get one of these jobs. Stepping stones for bigger money, see? But some people think machines are to replace humanoid jobs, not assist them. My greatest inspiration, Oswald Grouper, has a similar viewpoint, but at least he limited it to dangerous jobs. My competitors just want to make as much money as possible." He clenches his fists.
He’s certainly thankful, and clearly shows that thanks on his face, smiling as much as his scarred face can “The only line of defense against infernals, I’m sorry I am among the few.”
“Hmm, that’s why you need to outdo everyone, be the best of the best with no competition left to face. That’s how I got to where I am now, no better way to left others up than from above. Once you reach the top, do your best to make that the average.”
"It's okay. You can't change the world as a single man. The important thing is that you try." He pats the captain's cheek. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny, tiny blue stone, from which a lethal chill radiates. "Carry this when you start overheating. I got it from a friend to protect people with, and I want you to have a tiny piece of it."
He laces his fingers together. "Excellently put, Mr. Rag. You have a good mind, and a good heart. Most people with corporations are, as we call in psychology, Bandits. They take from others to supplement themselves. It takes either brutality or intellect to make it this far, and I'm willing to use whichever one helps the most people."
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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.
“You did not have a name, but you hold them with some regard, interesting. I’ll think up some name, for these little ones then.”
He blushes a color contrasting his skin, leaning into them happily.
After a while, he loses the game, happily as it seems, smiling at them brightly.
"Mother despised me, that's why." he shrugs
"Chameleon [GP]" he teases
"That was certainly interesting, new, and definitley fun. Good game." he bows.
“How could anyone despise you?” She says as the young ones weakly nibble on him, “You are great.”
“Ah don’t make me kiss ya back, I will!” He playfully threatens.”
He bows back to them, “Thank you, my parents taught it to me, don’t know where they got it from though.”
He accepts the nibbles, petting them absentmindedly "I am full blooded mortal, a trait in my family which is.. unusual."
"Not kisses! I'll simply die."
"I liked it, never played it before."
They nod, seemingly realizing something “Full blooded mortal? Wouldn’t that mean… the blood mother will far outlive you?”
He kisses their cheek, wiping away the lipstick after.
“Would you like to play another game of it then?” He asks with a smile.
"Aye, she will. My sister is a demi-god, her siblings fullly gods."
He holds his chest, but he's not joking. He coughs up a bit of blood
"Sure, maybe we raise the stakes?"
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
“The blood mother isn’t going to enjoy that… considering how things went for her last time…”
“Well [gp]. I’ll get somebody ta heal ya right up, come on.” He pulls them up, walking towards the restaurant.
“How would you want to do that? I’m down for it.”
"No, but she knows, and she knows my stance on the Crimson Curse."
He holds on to them for support, breathing ragged
"Something.. flirty, maybe?"
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
“The blood mother isn’t going to enjoy that… considering how things went for her last time…”
“Well [gp]. I’ll get somebody ta heal ya right up, come on.” He pulls them up, walking towards the restaurant.
“How would you want to do that? I’m down for it.”
"No, but she knows, and she knows my stance on the Crimson Curse."
He holds on to them for support, breathing ragged
"Something.. flirty, maybe?"
”Which is?” She asks, resting her head in their lap.
He leads them back into the restaurant to get help, the healers coming out and handling it. Pimento sits down in a booth, and holds his head, cursing himself.
He thinks for a moment, blushing “Flirty…? S-sure.”
“The blood mother isn’t going to enjoy that… considering how things went for her last time…”
“Well [gp]. I’ll get somebody ta heal ya right up, come on.” He pulls them up, walking towards the restaurant.
“How would you want to do that? I’m down for it.”
"No, but she knows, and she knows my stance on the Crimson Curse."
He holds on to them for support, breathing ragged
"Something.. flirty, maybe?"
”Which is?” She asks, resting her head in their lap.
He leads them back into the restaurant to get help, the healers coming out and handling it. Pimento sits down in a booth, and holds his head, cursing himself.
He thinks for a moment, blushing “Flirty…? S-sure.”
"I accept that she has it, but I don't want it. I've accepted the fact that I will eventually die."
Once he's taken care of, he sits down and rubs Pimento's back. "'Ay. S'alright."
He places a silver coin with a heart on it between them, ready for the next match
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
“The blood mother isn’t going to enjoy that… considering how things went for her last time…”
“Well [gp]. I’ll get somebody ta heal ya right up, come on.” He pulls them up, walking towards the restaurant.
“How would you want to do that? I’m down for it.”
"No, but she knows, and she knows my stance on the Crimson Curse."
He holds on to them for support, breathing ragged
"Something.. flirty, maybe?"
”Which is?” She asks, resting her head in their lap.
He leads them back into the restaurant to get help, the healers coming out and handling it. Pimento sits down in a booth, and holds his head, cursing himself.
He thinks for a moment, blushing “Flirty…? S-sure.”
"I accept that she has it, but I don't want it. I've accepted the fact that I will eventually die."
Once he's taken care of, he sits down and rubs Pimento's back. "'Ay. S'alright."
He places a silver coin with a heart on it between them, ready for the next match
She nods, nibbling on their arm with their sharp teeth, not cutting them “I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.”
“Looks like no matter what I want, I end up hurtin’ ya either way… I can fix it… don’t worry.”
He plays a little more nervously now, happy, but also but a little bit of something else.
“The blood mother isn’t going to enjoy that… considering how things went for her last time…”
“Well [gp]. I’ll get somebody ta heal ya right up, come on.” He pulls them up, walking towards the restaurant.
“How would you want to do that? I’m down for it.”
"No, but she knows, and she knows my stance on the Crimson Curse."
He holds on to them for support, breathing ragged
"Something.. flirty, maybe?"
”Which is?” She asks, resting her head in their lap.
He leads them back into the restaurant to get help, the healers coming out and handling it. Pimento sits down in a booth, and holds his head, cursing himself.
He thinks for a moment, blushing “Flirty…? S-sure.”
"I accept that she has it, but I don't want it. I've accepted the fact that I will eventually die."
Once he's taken care of, he sits down and rubs Pimento's back. "'Ay. S'alright."
He places a silver coin with a heart on it between them, ready for the next match
She nods, nibbling on their arm with their sharp teeth, not cutting them “I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.”
“Looks like no matter what I want, I end up hurtin’ ya either way… I can fix it… don’t worry.”
He plays a little more nervously now, happy, but also but a little bit of something else.
"I'll miss you too, all of you." he pets her sadly
"Ain't yer fault, was hurt 'fore ye kissed me."
He tries to descern the 'something else', playing aggresively
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Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined. >Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you YESNO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
“You did not have a name, but you hold them with some regard, interesting. I’ll think up some name, for these little ones then.”
He blushes a color contrasting his skin, leaning into them happily.
After a while, he loses the game, happily as it seems, smiling at them brightly.
*If you wanna continue.*
"Mother despised me, that's why." he shrugs
"Chameleon [GP]" he teases
"That was certainly interesting, new, and definitley fun. Good game." he bows.
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
“How could anyone despise you?” She says as the young ones weakly nibble on him, “You are great.”
“Ah don’t make me kiss ya back, I will!” He playfully threatens.”
He bows back to them, “Thank you, my parents taught it to me, don’t know where they got it from though.”
*I gtg pretty soon*
"Don't worry about it. I wanna support you any way I can. You're like, our frontliners." His body begins to reach a healthy temperature for a humanoid.
"Exactly, Mr. Rag! That's actually why I started machining, you know? To lower the skill floor of complex jobs, like line cookery or writing or factory work. I want anyone to be able to get one of these jobs. Stepping stones for bigger money, see? But some people think machines are to replace humanoid jobs, not assist them. My greatest inspiration, Oswald Grouper, had a similar viewpoint, but at least he limited it to dangerous jobs. My competitors just want to make as much money as possible." He clenches his fists.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He’s certainly thankful, and clearly shows that thanks on his face, smiling as much as his scarred face can “The only line of defense against infernals, I’m sorry I am among the few.”
“Hmm, that’s why you need to outdo everyone, be the best of the best with no competition left to face. That’s how I got to where I am now, no better way to left others up than from above. Once you reach the top, do your best to make that the average.”
He accepts the nibbles, petting them absentmindedly "I am full blooded mortal, a trait in my family which is.. unusual."
"Not kisses! I'll simply die."
"I liked it, never played it before."
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
They nod, seemingly realizing something “Full blooded mortal? Wouldn’t that mean… the blood mother will far outlive you?”
He kisses their cheek, wiping away the lipstick after.
“Would you like to play another game of it then?” He asks with a smile.
"It's okay. You can't change the world as a single man. The important thing is that you try." He pats the captain's cheek. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny, tiny blue stone, from which a lethal chill radiates. "Carry this when you start overheating. I got it from a friend to protect people with, and I want you to have a tiny piece of it."
He laces his fingers together. "Excellently put, Mr. Rag. You have a good mind, and a good heart. Most people with corporations are, as we call in psychology, Bandits. They take from others to supplement themselves. It takes either brutality or intellect to make it this far, and I'm willing to use whichever one helps the most people."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Bye!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Aye, she will. My sister is a demi-god, her siblings fullly gods."
He holds his chest, but he's not joking. He coughs up a bit of blood
"Sure, maybe we raise the stakes?"
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*See ya Baalze, love ya buddy.*
*Cut for Salem.*
“The blood mother isn’t going to enjoy that… considering how things went for her last time…”
“Well [gp]. I’ll get somebody ta heal ya right up, come on.” He pulls them up, walking towards the restaurant.
“How would you want to do that? I’m down for it.”
"No, but she knows, and she knows my stance on the Crimson Curse."
He holds on to them for support, breathing ragged
"Something.. flirty, maybe?"
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
”Which is?” She asks, resting her head in their lap.
He leads them back into the restaurant to get help, the healers coming out and handling it. Pimento sits down in a booth, and holds his head, cursing himself.
He thinks for a moment, blushing “Flirty…? S-sure.”
"I accept that she has it, but I don't want it. I've accepted the fact that I will eventually die."
Once he's taken care of, he sits down and rubs Pimento's back. "'Ay. S'alright."
He places a silver coin with a heart on it between them, ready for the next match
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
She nods, nibbling on their arm with their sharp teeth, not cutting them “I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.”
“Looks like no matter what I want, I end up hurtin’ ya either way… I can fix it… don’t worry.”
He plays a little more nervously now, happy, but also but a little bit of something else.
"I'll miss you too, all of you." he pets her sadly
"Ain't yer fault, was hurt 'fore ye kissed me."
He tries to descern the 'something else', playing aggresively
Error. (Traceback) line 1, <Salem> is undefined.
>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Good morning peoples, I am alive, or so you think! (Explodes)*
*NoOooOoooooOOooo*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.