"No. I'm just trying to be nice, take care of you, make sure you're comfortable, loved... and you just want to leave..."
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The strugel is suddenly very close, having moved while Lumen was looking away, which is honestly a pretty massive window. The song he was singing is louder than evel
"They say my soul doesn't get to leave, But in Heaven I'm VIP! And some people won't be ID'd, But there's a power that's beyond me! Set the tone when I step in the room! Cut through worshipful fear and the gloom! I know one day you'll come for me, soon! I won't move 'till you tell me to move!"
Since Lumen is a Mink, he can tell that this man... is not magical at all. He somehow organized this without casting a single spell.
The song stops, and the masked critter flops down in the flowers, resting his face on his paws. "So, what's your deal?"
He smiles briefly at the Strugel in the flowers, picking a few of them very close to their face. "Must I have a deal?"
"Everyone has a deal. I'm just wondering if yours comes in writing." He rolls over, eyes glittering like coins as he splays out in the field. "Maybe I'm paranoid though. What do you think?" He plucks a flower from Lumen's hand and places it in one of his own eyes.
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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.
"No. I'm just trying to be nice, take care of you, make sure you're comfortable, loved... and you just want to leave..."
“O-oh.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The strugel is suddenly very close, having moved while Lumen was looking away, which is honestly a pretty massive window. The song he was singing is louder than evel
"They say my soul doesn't get to leave, But in Heaven I'm VIP! And some people won't be ID'd, But there's a power that's beyond me! Set the tone when I step in the room! Cut through worshipful fear and the gloom! I know one day you'll come for me, soon! I won't move 'till you tell me to move!"
Since Lumen is a Mink, he can tell that this man... is not magical at all. He somehow organized this without casting a single spell.
The song stops, and the masked critter flops down in the flowers, resting his face on his paws. "So, what's your deal?"
He smiles briefly at the Strugel in the flowers, picking a few of them very close to their face. "Must I have a deal?"
"Everyone has a deal. I'm just wondering if yours comes in writing." He rolls over, eyes glittering like coins as he splays out in the field. "Maybe I'm paranoid though. What do you think?" He plucks a flower from Lumen's hand and places it in one of his own eyes.
"Oh, you mean like a bond type of deal. Yeah, mine comes with a little mark on your soul." he puts an identical flower on the Strugel's other eyes. "What about you?"
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The stoat-man breaks into a sprint as the children move out of his way. He nearly falls over upon reaching Anzar, breathing heavily. His mask is specially designed to work as a sort of autotune, making his labored, pained gasps sound almost like singing or laughter. Almost.
"Would you... like to... join us?" He manages to pant out. He reaches up one of his gloved hands to try and take Anzar's, stretching and grasping weakly for the appendage.
“W-what? I am not making this mistake again. No.”
He looks up at Anzar. "Alright. Wait, what do you mean again? This isn't a trick, it's just a party, man. Did somebody trick you? Was it a faerie? Those guys stole my name like seven times. I've had to get a new one each time. Oh, call me Devil Child. I'm being careful to protect my name right now." He sits down as the kids get back to flailing to the music and singing offkey with the gingerbread band.
“I am Anzar. I was tricked into joining a cult earlier.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
"No. I'm just trying to be nice, take care of you, make sure you're comfortable, loved... and you just want to leave..."
“O-oh.”
He rubs his face, sighing.
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"No. I'm just trying to be nice, take care of you, make sure you're comfortable, loved... and you just want to leave..."
“O-oh.”
He rubs his face, sighing.
“Maybe you could try a better way than forcing people into your cult?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The wind whistles throughout the woods and meadows, through the town, blowing a chilling autumn air along- strange, it isn’t Autumn… leaves in entire groves of trees begin to fall from their seats on the branches that reach high into the sky, and vines snake through the fields, blossoming and blooming and dying and spreading seeds and blossoming again, all within moments. Right outside of town, a prince skips upon cloven hooves, carried by the wind which heralds his arrival with rapid plant growth, and he is followed by a wave of decay, the shoots and sprigs that emerge from the ground before him quickly rotting and returning to the earth. It’s warmer here… too warm. Spring… better than winter, I suppose.
Prince Julius, with reddish brown hair, unkempt and wild as the wind shifts it, and with candlelight eyes that burn with a gentle, haunting fire. Upon his head is a crown of woven wheat, and his clothes are befitting of a noble’s, adorned with patterns, flourishes, and details that reflect the Autumn Country he hails from. His cloak, made of red, orange, and yellow leaves, is secured by a silver pumpkin pin. He crouches down, scooping up a handful of dirt in his hands- claws, if need be- examining the soil quality in his new temporary home. He sighs, which sounds like the crackling of a hearth, as he looks to the settlement before him with a look of relief- and fear-… slightly.
Vanilla De Meringue has not been outside the tavern since winter ended, snuggled up by the fire in his red Christmas sweater, sipping hot cocoa and reading a book. Most people don’t notice him, and those who do usually don’t bother him. He occasionally leaves out sweet treats for other taverngoers.
The wind whistles throughout the woods and meadows, through the town, blowing a chilling autumn air along- strange, it isn’t Autumn… leaves in entire groves of trees begin to fall from their seats on the branches that reach high into the sky, and vines snake through the fields, blossoming and blooming and dying and spreading seeds and blossoming again, all within moments. Right outside of town, a prince skips upon cloven hooves, carried by the wind which heralds his arrival with rapid plant growth, and he is followed by a wave of decay, the shoots and sprigs that emerge from the ground before him quickly rotting and returning to the earth. It’s warmer here… too warm. Spring… better than winter, I suppose.
Prince Julius, with reddish brown hair, unkempt and wild as the wind shifts it, and with candlelight eyes that burn with a gentle, haunting fire. Upon his head is a crown of woven wheat, and his clothes are befitting of a noble’s, adorned with patterns, flourishes, and details that reflect the Autumn Country he hails from. His cloak, made of red, orange, and yellow leaves, is secured by a silver pumpkin pin. He crouches down, scooping up a handful of dirt in his hands- claws, if need be- examining the soil quality in his new temporary home. He sighs, which sounds like the crackling of a hearth, as he looks to the settlement before him with a look of relief- and fear-… slightly.
Vanilla De Meringue has not been outside the tavern since winter ended, snuggled up by the fire in his red Christmas sweater, sipping hot cocoa and reading a book. Most people don’t notice him, and those who do usually don’t bother him. He occasionally leaves out sweet treats for other taverngoers.
Little man creeps around near Julius, fidgeting with his hands.
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"Everyone has a deal. I'm just wondering if yours comes in writing." He rolls over, eyes glittering like coins as he splays out in the field. "Maybe I'm paranoid though. What do you think?" He plucks a flower from Lumen's hand and places it in one of his own eyes.
"Oh, you mean like a bond type of deal. Yeah, mine comes with a little mark on your soul." he puts an identical flower on the Strugel's other eyes. "What about you?"
"I already had my soul carved into portions and sold under seven different names. Those are my deals, and I think I entered them on accident and got nothing in return." The flowers slowly spin. "Being animated by an unknown and much weaker force has some side-effects. I'm basically held together by butcher's twine and the mercy of God. I've survived my heart being cleaved in two, and was able to walk around for like nine minutes despite not having any blood left. Really uncomfortable."
He sighs, a flute-like sound. "You like cookies? I make some mean gingerbread. I once built a house out of the stuff, but I really suck at saying no to starving German 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.
"No. I'm just trying to be nice, take care of you, make sure you're comfortable, loved... and you just want to leave..."
“O-oh.”
He rubs his face, sighing.
“Maybe you could try a better way than forcing people into your cult?”
"Shut up, I didn't force you."
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"No. I'm just trying to be nice, take care of you, make sure you're comfortable, loved... and you just want to leave..."
“O-oh.”
He rubs his face, sighing.
“Maybe you could try a better way than forcing people into your cult?”
"Shut up, I didn't force you."
“You tricked me.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
He looks up at Anzar. "Alright. Wait, what do you mean again? This isn't a trick, it's just a party, man. Did somebody trick you? Was it a faerie? Those guys stole my name like seven times. I've had to get a new one each time. Oh, call me Devil Child. I'm being careful to protect my name right now." He sits down as the kids get back to flailing to the music and singing offkey with the gingerbread band.
“I am Anzar. I was tricked into joining a cult earlier.”
"Damn. What kind of cult?" He does a handstand and clonks his wooden heels together. "My cult is kind of a loose coalition of repressed and punkish individuals. Mostly kids. You walked in on my youth group."
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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 looks up at Anzar. "Alright. Wait, what do you mean again? This isn't a trick, it's just a party, man. Did somebody trick you? Was it a faerie? Those guys stole my name like seven times. I've had to get a new one each time. Oh, call me Devil Child. I'm being careful to protect my name right now." He sits down as the kids get back to flailing to the music and singing offkey with the gingerbread band.
“I am Anzar. I was tricked into joining a cult earlier.”
"Damn. What kind of cult?" He does a handstand and clonks his wooden heels together. "My cult is kind of a loose coalition of repressed and punkish individuals. Mostly kids. You walked in on my youth group."
“Kindness cult.” He says angrily.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
"No. I'm just trying to be nice, take care of you, make sure you're comfortable, loved... and you just want to leave..."
“O-oh.”
He rubs his face, sighing.
“Maybe you could try a better way than forcing people into your cult?”
"Shut up, I didn't force you."
“You tricked me.”
"Not really. Like I said, you can leave if you want, I don't care. nobody cares about me.."
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The wind whistles throughout the woods and meadows, through the town, blowing a chilling autumn air along- strange, it isn’t Autumn… leaves in entire groves of trees begin to fall from their seats on the branches that reach high into the sky, and vines snake through the fields, blossoming and blooming and dying and spreading seeds and blossoming again, all within moments. Right outside of town, a prince skips upon cloven hooves, carried by the wind which heralds his arrival with rapid plant growth, and he is followed by a wave of decay, the shoots and sprigs that emerge from the ground before him quickly rotting and returning to the earth. It’s warmer here… too warm. Spring… better than winter, I suppose.
Prince Julius, with reddish brown hair, unkempt and wild as the wind shifts it, and with candlelight eyes that burn with a gentle, haunting fire. Upon his head is a crown of woven wheat, and his clothes are befitting of a noble’s, adorned with patterns, flourishes, and details that reflect the Autumn Country he hails from. His cloak, made of red, orange, and yellow leaves, is secured by a silver pumpkin pin. He crouches down, scooping up a handful of dirt in his hands- claws, if need be- examining the soil quality in his new temporary home. He sighs, which sounds like the crackling of a hearth, as he looks to the settlement before him with a look of relief- and fear-… slightly.
Vanilla De Meringue has not been outside the tavern since winter ended, snuggled up by the fire in his red Christmas sweater, sipping hot cocoa and reading a book. Most people don’t notice him, and those who do usually don’t bother him. He occasionally leaves out sweet treats for other taverngoers.
Little man creeps around near Julius, fidgeting with his hands.
*May I get a description for Little Man?*
Julius turns around, sensing Little Man immediately. “Who goes there? If you are a friend, reveal yourself… if you are a foe- you have until the count of ten to run.”
"No. I'm just trying to be nice, take care of you, make sure you're comfortable, loved... and you just want to leave..."
“O-oh.”
He rubs his face, sighing.
“Maybe you could try a better way than forcing people into your cult?”
"Shut up, I didn't force you."
“You tricked me.”
"Not really. Like I said, you can leave if you want, I don't care. nobody cares about me.."
“Hey… I’m sorry…”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The wind whistles throughout the woods and meadows, through the town, blowing a chilling autumn air along- strange, it isn’t Autumn… leaves in entire groves of trees begin to fall from their seats on the branches that reach high into the sky, and vines snake through the fields, blossoming and blooming and dying and spreading seeds and blossoming again, all within moments. Right outside of town, a prince skips upon cloven hooves, carried by the wind which heralds his arrival with rapid plant growth, and he is followed by a wave of decay, the shoots and sprigs that emerge from the ground before him quickly rotting and returning to the earth. It’s warmer here… too warm. Spring… better than winter, I suppose.
Prince Julius, with reddish brown hair, unkempt and wild as the wind shifts it, and with candlelight eyes that burn with a gentle, haunting fire. Upon his head is a crown of woven wheat, and his clothes are befitting of a noble’s, adorned with patterns, flourishes, and details that reflect the Autumn Country he hails from. His cloak, made of red, orange, and yellow leaves, is secured by a silver pumpkin pin. He crouches down, scooping up a handful of dirt in his hands- claws, if need be- examining the soil quality in his new temporary home. He sighs, which sounds like the crackling of a hearth, as he looks to the settlement before him with a look of relief- and fear-… slightly.
Vanilla De Meringue has not been outside the tavern since winter ended, snuggled up by the fire in his red Christmas sweater, sipping hot cocoa and reading a book. Most people don’t notice him, and those who do usually don’t bother him. He occasionally leaves out sweet treats for other taverngoers.
Little man creeps around near Julius, fidgeting with his hands.
*May I get a description for Little Man?*
Julius turns around, sensing Little Man immediately. “Who goes there? If you are a friend, reveal yourself… if you are a foe- you have until the count of ten to run.”
*Tall and lean, with a figure like a spider, a mess of black hair that rests upon his head like a rat, and black eyes. He wears a fully black shirt and pants, with pockets full of shiny stuff. His clothing has a few spiderwebs on it.*
“I’s not a foe! Nots planning on robbings you!”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The wind whistles throughout the woods and meadows, through the town, blowing a chilling autumn air along- strange, it isn’t Autumn… leaves in entire groves of trees begin to fall from their seats on the branches that reach high into the sky, and vines snake through the fields, blossoming and blooming and dying and spreading seeds and blossoming again, all within moments. Right outside of town, a prince skips upon cloven hooves, carried by the wind which heralds his arrival with rapid plant growth, and he is followed by a wave of decay, the shoots and sprigs that emerge from the ground before him quickly rotting and returning to the earth. It’s warmer here… too warm. Spring… better than winter, I suppose.
Prince Julius, with reddish brown hair, unkempt and wild as the wind shifts it, and with candlelight eyes that burn with a gentle, haunting fire. Upon his head is a crown of woven wheat, and his clothes are befitting of a noble’s, adorned with patterns, flourishes, and details that reflect the Autumn Country he hails from. His cloak, made of red, orange, and yellow leaves, is secured by a silver pumpkin pin. He crouches down, scooping up a handful of dirt in his hands- claws, if need be- examining the soil quality in his new temporary home. He sighs, which sounds like the crackling of a hearth, as he looks to the settlement before him with a look of relief- and fear-… slightly.
Vanilla De Meringue has not been outside the tavern since winter ended, snuggled up by the fire in his red Christmas sweater, sipping hot cocoa and reading a book. Most people don’t notice him, and those who do usually don’t bother him. He occasionally leaves out sweet treats for other taverngoers.
The Prince sees a small man with a fluffy tail and a leather animal mask which matches his beaverskin top hat and filthy fur-and-feather clothing. The Strugel dances toward him, and he immediately recognizes him as a... "consultant" of the Sugarplum Court. Not quite a member, but not quite an innocent civilian. He has a name, which is rare for such mercenaries, but Julius doesn't know what it is yet.
"Prince of Autumn..." The soulless fuzzball moves in ballet-like motions in a circle around him. "...You aren't welcome here." His voice is tuned by his strange mask, making it sound almost like birdsong. "...Which makes you more than welcome here. Want a cookie?"
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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.
"Damn. What kind of cult?" He does a handstand and clonks his wooden heels together. "My cult is kind of a loose coalition of repressed and punkish individuals. Mostly kids. You walked in on my youth group."
“Kindness cult.” He says angrily.
"Do they, like, force you to do... things? Do they do things to you?" He sounds concerned. "True kindness isn't usually the domain of cults..."
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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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"No. I'm just trying to be nice, take care of you, make sure you're comfortable, loved... and you just want to leave..."
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>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
"Everyone has a deal. I'm just wondering if yours comes in writing." He rolls over, eyes glittering like coins as he splays out in the field. "Maybe I'm paranoid though. What do you think?" He plucks a flower from Lumen's hand and places it in one of his own eyes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“O-oh.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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"Oh, you mean like a bond type of deal. Yeah, mine comes with a little mark on your soul." he puts an identical flower on the Strugel's other eyes. "What about you?"
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>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
“I am Anzar. I was tricked into joining a cult earlier.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
He rubs his face, sighing.
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>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
“Maybe you could try a better way than forcing people into your cult?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
The wind whistles throughout the woods and meadows, through the town, blowing a chilling autumn air along- strange, it isn’t Autumn… leaves in entire groves of trees begin to fall from their seats on the branches that reach high into the sky, and vines snake through the fields, blossoming and blooming and dying and spreading seeds and blossoming again, all within moments. Right outside of town, a prince skips upon cloven hooves, carried by the wind which heralds his arrival with rapid plant growth, and he is followed by a wave of decay, the shoots and sprigs that emerge from the ground before him quickly rotting and returning to the earth. It’s warmer here… too warm. Spring… better than winter, I suppose.
Prince Julius, with reddish brown hair, unkempt and wild as the wind shifts it, and with candlelight eyes that burn with a gentle, haunting fire. Upon his head is a crown of woven wheat, and his clothes are befitting of a noble’s, adorned with patterns, flourishes, and details that reflect the Autumn Country he hails from. His cloak, made of red, orange, and yellow leaves, is secured by a silver pumpkin pin. He crouches down, scooping up a handful of dirt in his hands- claws, if need be- examining the soil quality in his new temporary home. He sighs, which sounds like the crackling of a hearth, as he looks to the settlement before him with a look of relief- and fear-… slightly.
Vanilla De Meringue has not been outside the tavern since winter ended, snuggled up by the fire in his red Christmas sweater, sipping hot cocoa and reading a book. Most people don’t notice him, and those who do usually don’t bother him. He occasionally leaves out sweet treats for other taverngoers.
Little man creeps around near Julius, fidgeting with his hands.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
"I already had my soul carved into portions and sold under seven different names. Those are my deals, and I think I entered them on accident and got nothing in return." The flowers slowly spin. "Being animated by an unknown and much weaker force has some side-effects. I'm basically held together by butcher's twine and the mercy of God. I've survived my heart being cleaved in two, and was able to walk around for like nine minutes despite not having any blood left. Really uncomfortable."
He sighs, a flute-like sound. "You like cookies? I make some mean gingerbread. I once built a house out of the stuff, but I really suck at saying no to starving German children."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Shut up, I didn't force you."
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>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
“You tricked me.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
"Damn. What kind of cult?" He does a handstand and clonks his wooden heels together. "My cult is kind of a loose coalition of repressed and punkish individuals. Mostly kids. You walked in on my youth group."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Kindness cult.” He says angrily.
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"Not really. Like I said, you can leave if you want, I don't care. nobody cares about me.."
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*May I get a description for Little Man?*
Julius turns around, sensing Little Man immediately. “Who goes there? If you are a friend, reveal yourself… if you are a foe- you have until the count of ten to run.”
“Hey… I’m sorry…”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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*Tall and lean, with a figure like a spider, a mess of black hair that rests upon his head like a rat, and black eyes. He wears a fully black shirt and pants, with pockets full of shiny stuff. His clothing has a few spiderwebs on it.*
“I’s not a foe! Nots planning on robbings you!”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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The Prince sees a small man with a fluffy tail and a leather animal mask which matches his beaverskin top hat and filthy fur-and-feather clothing. The Strugel dances toward him, and he immediately recognizes him as a... "consultant" of the Sugarplum Court. Not quite a member, but not quite an innocent civilian. He has a name, which is rare for such mercenaries, but Julius doesn't know what it is yet.
"Prince of Autumn..." The soulless fuzzball moves in ballet-like motions in a circle around him. "...You aren't welcome here." His voice is tuned by his strange mask, making it sound almost like birdsong. "...Which makes you more than welcome here. Want a cookie?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Do they, like, force you to do... things? Do they do things to you?" He sounds concerned. "True kindness isn't usually the domain of cults..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.