*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
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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, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
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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, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
“Monster problem?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
“Monster problem?”
"mhm" *watch rwby*
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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, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
“Monster problem?”
"mhm" *watch rwby*
“Oh.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
“Monster problem?”
"mhm" *watch rwby*
“Oh.”
"I'm well on my way to becoming a huntress and doing something about it." they slam their cup down on the counter. "Somebody has to."
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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, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
“Monster problem?”
"mhm" *watch rwby*
“Oh.”
"I'm well on my way to becoming a huntress and doing something about it." they slam their cup down on the counter. "Somebody has to."
“Ah. Is that your goal in life?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
The atmosphere in the town has grown tense, thick with an air of apprehension. A mysterious figure has made his entrance, cloaked entirely in black, as if he were a living shadow blending seamlessly with the night. He is built like a brick wall, tall and imposing with broad shoulders. His face is obscured by a fitted balaclava that leaves only his strikingly icy blue eyes visible, glimmering like shards of ice against the dark fabric. The area around his eyes is accentuated with smudges of grease paint, adding an unsettling contrast to his otherwise monochromatic appearance.
Every inch of his skin is covered from sight, swathed in layers of darkness; his hands are encased in black gloves, and his feet are shod in sturdy black boots that whisper against the cobblestones. A long, flowing black coat envelops him, its fabric lightweight yet formidable, with deep pockets that hint at unspoken secrets within. Beneath the coat, a set of sleek black leather armor clings to his frame, sculpted to afford both protection and agility while complementing a fitted black turtleneck that clings to his form.
His lower half is adorned with cargo pants, bristling with various pockets that suggest preparedness for anything life might throw his way. Around his waist, a rugged leather belt cinches the outfit, and from one of the loops dangles a solitary scrap of blue fabric, a stark note of color amidst the engulfing darkness, perhaps a remnant of a past long left behind.
He doesn't stare at anyone, almost seeming to see right through them, his eyes focused solely ahead as his feet carry him to the tavern.
The atmosphere in the town has grown tense, thick with an air of apprehension. A mysterious figure has made his entrance, cloaked entirely in black, as if he were a living shadow blending seamlessly with the night. He is built like a brick wall, tall and imposing with broad shoulders. His face is obscured by a fitted balaclava that leaves only his strikingly icy blue eyes visible, glimmering like shards of ice against the dark fabric. The area around his eyes is accentuated with smudges of grease paint, adding an unsettling contrast to his otherwise monochromatic appearance.
Every inch of his skin is covered from sight, swathed in layers of darkness; his hands are encased in black gloves, and his feet are shod in sturdy black boots that whisper against the cobblestones. A long, flowing black coat envelops him, its fabric lightweight yet formidable, with deep pockets that hint at unspoken secrets within. Beneath the coat, a set of sleek black leather armor clings to his frame, sculpted to afford both protection and agility while complementing a fitted black turtleneck that clings to his form.
His lower half is adorned with cargo pants, bristling with various pockets that suggest preparedness for anything life might throw his way. Around his waist, a rugged leather belt cinches the outfit, and from one of the loops dangles a solitary scrap of blue fabric, a stark note of color amidst the engulfing darkness, perhaps a remnant of a past long left behind.
He doesn't stare at anyone, almost seeming to see right through them, his eyes focused solely ahead as his feet carry him to the tavern.
A large strugel dressed in pale, mildewed cultist robes sits at the bar. His face seems to be held on with staples. The Saint turns his head, scratching at the dried blood under his eyes. "Hey, man. Want a burrito?" He slides his plate over. There is one and a half breakfast burritos on it.
The atmosphere in the town has grown tense, thick with an air of apprehension. A mysterious figure has made his entrance, cloaked entirely in black, as if he were a living shadow blending seamlessly with the night. He is built like a brick wall, tall and imposing with broad shoulders. His face is obscured by a fitted balaclava that leaves only his strikingly icy blue eyes visible, glimmering like shards of ice against the dark fabric. The area around his eyes is accentuated with smudges of grease paint, adding an unsettling contrast to his otherwise monochromatic appearance.
Every inch of his skin is covered from sight, swathed in layers of darkness; his hands are encased in black gloves, and his feet are shod in sturdy black boots that whisper against the cobblestones. A long, flowing black coat envelops him, its fabric lightweight yet formidable, with deep pockets that hint at unspoken secrets within. Beneath the coat, a set of sleek black leather armor clings to his frame, sculpted to afford both protection and agility while complementing a fitted black turtleneck that clings to his form.
His lower half is adorned with cargo pants, bristling with various pockets that suggest preparedness for anything life might throw his way. Around his waist, a rugged leather belt cinches the outfit, and from one of the loops dangles a solitary scrap of blue fabric, a stark note of color amidst the engulfing darkness, perhaps a remnant of a past long left behind.
He doesn't stare at anyone, almost seeming to see right through them, his eyes focused solely ahead as his feet carry him to the tavern.
A large strugel dressed in pale, mildewed cultist robes sits at the bar. His face seems to be held on with staples. The Saint turns his head, scratching at the dried blood under his eyes. "Hey, man. Want a burrito?" He slides his plate over. There is one and a half breakfast burritos on it.
Simon narrows his eyes, the blue seeming to grow darker as he does "I do not... I'm not hungry."
A large strugel dressed in pale, mildewed cultist robes sits at the bar. His face seems to be held on with staples. The Saint turns his head, scratching at the dried blood under his eyes. "Hey, man. Want a burrito?" He slides his plate over. There is one and a half breakfast burritos on it.
Simon narrows his eyes, the blue seeming to grow darker as he does "I do not... I'm not hungry."
"Alright then." He puts the plate back. "What brings you here?" The little priest takes a bite out of the half burrito.
A large strugel dressed in pale, mildewed cultist robes sits at the bar. His face seems to be held on with staples. The Saint turns his head, scratching at the dried blood under his eyes. "Hey, man. Want a burrito?" He slides his plate over. There is one and a half breakfast burritos on it.
Simon narrows his eyes, the blue seeming to grow darker as he does "I do not... I'm not hungry."
"Alright then." He puts the plate back. "What brings you here?" The little priest takes a bite out of the half burrito.
".." he is quiet for a moment "Work.. I am here for work." he said, his monotone voice barely changing.
"Alright then." He puts the plate back. "What brings you here?" The little priest takes a bite out of the half burrito.
".." he is quiet for a moment "Work.. I am here for work." he said, his monotone voice barely changing.
He nods. "Are you feeling alright? You seem a little out of it."
"I am well." He said and fiddled with his pocket for a second, pulling out a cigarette pack from it "Well enough I suppose at least." He tilts his head and pulls out a lighter as well, lighting the tip of the cigarette, watching the flame catch as the cherry turns red and burns. He lifts up his mask a bit, rolling up the cloth until he frees his mouth. He inhales deeply, letting the smoke curl in his lungs before exhaling a drag. His lips are scarred, most likely by a knife or some sharp object, his skin pale from lack of sun it seems.
He nods. "Are you feeling alright? You seem a little out of it."
"I am well." He said and fiddled with his pocket for a second, pulling out a cigarette pack from it "Well enough I suppose at least." He tilts his head and pulls out a lighter as well, lighting the tip of the cigarette, watching the flame catch as the cherry turns red and burns. He lifts up his mask a bit, rolling up the cloth until he frees his mouth. He inhales deeply, letting the smoke curl in his lungs before exhaling a drag. His lips are scarred, most likely by a knife or some sharp object, his skin pale from lack of sun it seems.
"I mean, you're still alive and kicking, so that's good." A bit of his face hangs down, revealing a black void with an eye peeking out. He doesn't seem to notice. "What you smokin', friend?"
He nods. "Are you feeling alright? You seem a little out of it."
"I am well." He said and fiddled with his pocket for a second, pulling out a cigarette pack from it "Well enough I suppose at least." He tilts his head and pulls out a lighter as well, lighting the tip of the cigarette, watching the flame catch as the cherry turns red and burns. He lifts up his mask a bit, rolling up the cloth until he frees his mouth. He inhales deeply, letting the smoke curl in his lungs before exhaling a drag. His lips are scarred, most likely by a knife or some sharp object, his skin pale from lack of sun it seems.
"I mean, you're still alive and kicking, so that's good." A bit of his face hangs down, revealing a black void with an eye peeking out. He doesn't seem to notice. "What you smokin', friend?"
"Firefern, keeps me on edge." He said and shrugged his shoulders, looking away "Nothing good for the body if you are wanting to know."
"I mean, you're still alive and kicking, so that's good." A bit of his face hangs down, revealing a black void with an eye peeking out. He doesn't seem to notice. "What you smokin', friend?"
"Firefern, keeps me on edge." He said and shrugged his shoulders, looking away "Nothing good for the body if you are warning."
"I'm not. We all have our vices." He looks through a little booklet. "Very potent stuff. You should probably eat some chocolate to go with it unless you're raring for a fight right now."
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
“Monster problem?”
"mhm" *watch rwby*
“Oh.”
"I'm well on my way to becoming a huntress and doing something about it." they slam their cup down on the counter. "Somebody has to."
“Ah. Is that your goal in life?”
“It’s one of them.” They stare down at their glass. “I’d like to make something of myself besides a thief.”
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"Vale. It's pretty far away."
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, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Never heard of it.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
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, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Monster problem?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"mhm"
*watch rwby*
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, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Oh.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
"I'm well on my way to becoming a huntress and doing something about it." they slam their cup down on the counter. "Somebody has to."
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, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*lol i'm an anthropology enjoyer*
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, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Ah. Is that your goal in life?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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The atmosphere in the town has grown tense, thick with an air of apprehension. A mysterious figure has made his entrance, cloaked entirely in black, as if he were a living shadow blending seamlessly with the night. He is built like a brick wall, tall and imposing with broad shoulders. His face is obscured by a fitted balaclava that leaves only his strikingly icy blue eyes visible, glimmering like shards of ice against the dark fabric. The area around his eyes is accentuated with smudges of grease paint, adding an unsettling contrast to his otherwise monochromatic appearance.
Every inch of his skin is covered from sight, swathed in layers of darkness; his hands are encased in black gloves, and his feet are shod in sturdy black boots that whisper against the cobblestones. A long, flowing black coat envelops him, its fabric lightweight yet formidable, with deep pockets that hint at unspoken secrets within. Beneath the coat, a set of sleek black leather armor clings to his frame, sculpted to afford both protection and agility while complementing a fitted black turtleneck that clings to his form.
His lower half is adorned with cargo pants, bristling with various pockets that suggest preparedness for anything life might throw his way. Around his waist, a rugged leather belt cinches the outfit, and from one of the loops dangles a solitary scrap of blue fabric, a stark note of color amidst the engulfing darkness, perhaps a remnant of a past long left behind.
He doesn't stare at anyone, almost seeming to see right through them, his eyes focused solely ahead as his feet carry him to the tavern.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
A large strugel dressed in pale, mildewed cultist robes sits at the bar. His face seems to be held on with staples. The Saint turns his head, scratching at the dried blood under his eyes. "Hey, man. Want a burrito?" He slides his plate over. There is one and a half breakfast burritos on it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Simon narrows his eyes, the blue seeming to grow darker as he does "I do not... I'm not hungry."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Alright then." He puts the plate back. "What brings you here?" The little priest takes a bite out of the half burrito.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
".." he is quiet for a moment "Work.. I am here for work." he said, his monotone voice barely changing.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He nods. "Are you feeling alright? You seem a little out of it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I am well." He said and fiddled with his pocket for a second, pulling out a cigarette pack from it "Well enough I suppose at least." He tilts his head and pulls out a lighter as well, lighting the tip of the cigarette, watching the flame catch as the cherry turns red and burns. He lifts up his mask a bit, rolling up the cloth until he frees his mouth. He inhales deeply, letting the smoke curl in his lungs before exhaling a drag. His lips are scarred, most likely by a knife or some sharp object, his skin pale from lack of sun it seems.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I mean, you're still alive and kicking, so that's good." A bit of his face hangs down, revealing a black void with an eye peeking out. He doesn't seem to notice. "What you smokin', friend?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Firefern, keeps me on edge." He said and shrugged his shoulders, looking away "Nothing good for the body if you are wanting to know."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I'm not. We all have our vices." He looks through a little booklet. "Very potent stuff. You should probably eat some chocolate to go with it unless you're raring for a fight right now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“It’s one of them.” They stare down at their glass. “I’d like to make something of myself besides a thief.”
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