I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The Shredder is carrying the corpse of someone who dared to try and challenge him over his shoulder, the kill fresh. Blood drips down his armor, none of it his own, as he looks for a place to make a shallow grave.
Felix is sitting out back where William buries his bodies, drinking. He waves Shredder over, his eyes red from crying. "I can bury that for ya." He slowly gets up, leaning on his little shovel.
Shredder doesn’t even look at Felix, walking over to the graves “Don’t child. You are obviously conflicted with something, I can handle the simple task of burying a body.” He begins to dig, using his fingers instead of claws.
"I'm not a child. I'm 45. I may not be strong, but I don't need to be coddled." Shredder quickly finds humanoid bones. "Plus, you don't know where the empty spots are."
“It doesn’t matter where the empty spots are. Like I said, don’t child.” He says it more as a command this time, the force of murderous intent behind it if he argues. He digs deeper than the bones, so deep both can fit.
"Of course. Where do you think he got inspiration?"
Felix looks back up. "What, does everyone just say 'oh yeah, that's fine, please don't kill me?' I don't think we're the type of friends to kill each other, and I don't plan on blabbing to everyone. You have a wonderful process, and I want to be a part of it. I just don't want to eat it."
"Hm..." He closes his eyes "You are so... Strange.."
"No, I will tell you my story since you told me mine." He said.
"Not really. It's probably the spices talking."
"Well then, speak your mind, boss. I'll always be here to listen while I live and breathe."
"No... You knew my name, knew what happened...." He said.
"When I was younger... I was always a strange kid. I was outgoing, smiley, and such things or from what I saw from an old photobook. My brother was not that, he was more withdrawn and quiet. We would play out in the woods often. One day.. we explored a little to far. We got lost. We were lost for over four weeks... Unfortunately, he died in his sleep die to starvation... fortunately for me, I had a warm meal. I knew this would probably be my last meal and I loved my brother will all my heart, I didn't want to lose him. I ate him and I still keep his bones with me.." he produces a small chain necklace with a locket. He opens it and there is a bone shard in it. "I loved him Felix, he was my blood. But fate took him away all because we got lost and couldn't find our way home. I was lost for months after that, then I found my home. Everyone had left, abandoned the home. Apparently no one looked for me or him after a week."
He steps far enough away not to hurt them and casts Magnify Gravity.
"wow" she does a quick sketch of it
He picks up a puddle in the greater gravity, turning into sand in his hand.
"How does it work? What are the spell components?"
"It magnifys the gravity of the area around me. Anything I'm not holding or wearing becomes incredibly heavy. It only requires the correct words and movements. It does put strain on the body and mind like any other spell though."
"Amazing. And that's a paladin spell?"
“Not just for paladins, but as a paladin I can use it.”
"hmm" she writes down the details. "My master will love this"
“Would they? Do you want any more information from me?”
"Of course! I'm here to document spells and other magical things I find"
“Well I’m not as strong as some, but here.” He proceeds to cast every spell a glory paladin can at level 6
The artist records every single one with detailed descriptions and sketches.
Once he’s done he’s sweating hard, breathing deep, barely standing as whole.
He steps far enough away not to hurt them and casts Magnify Gravity.
"wow" she does a quick sketch of it
He picks up a puddle in the greater gravity, turning into sand in his hand.
"How does it work? What are the spell components?"
"It magnifys the gravity of the area around me. Anything I'm not holding or wearing becomes incredibly heavy. It only requires the correct words and movements. It does put strain on the body and mind like any other spell though."
"Amazing. And that's a paladin spell?"
“Not just for paladins, but as a paladin I can use it.”
"hmm" she writes down the details. "My master will love this"
“Would they? Do you want any more information from me?”
"Of course! I'm here to document spells and other magical things I find"
“Well I’m not as strong as some, but here.” He proceeds to cast every spell a glory paladin can at level 6
The artist records every single one with detailed descriptions and sketches.
Once he’s done he’s sweating hard, breathing deep, barely standing as whole.
"Are you alright?"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"I'm not a child. I'm 45. I may not be strong, but I don't need to be coddled." Shredder quickly finds humanoid bones. "Plus, you don't know where the empty spots are."
“It doesn’t matter where the empty spots are. Like I said, don’t child.” He says it more as a command this time, the force of murderous intent behind it if he argues. He digs deeper than the bones, so deep both can fit.
"Are you threatening me?" He sniffs. "You think you can walk up to me and call me a child, then (GP)ing threaten, me? Go home. You're not welcome here, and I don't care if you don't care."
"Well then, speak your mind, boss. I'll always be here to listen while I live and breathe."
"No... You knew my name, knew what happened...." He said.
"When I was younger... I was always a strange kid. I was outgoing, smiley, and such things or from what I saw from an old photobook. My brother was not that, he was more withdrawn and quiet. We would play out in the woods often. One day.. we explored a little to far. We got lost. We were lost for over four weeks... Unfortunately, he died in his sleep die to starvation... fortunately for me, I had a warm meal. I knew this would probably be my last meal and I loved my brother will all my heart, I didn't want to lose him. I ate him and I still keep his bones with me.." he produces a small chain necklace with a locket. He opens it and there is a bone shard in it. "I loved him Felix, he was my blood. But fate took him away all because we got lost and couldn't find our way home. I was lost for months after that, then I found my home. Everyone had left, abandoned the home. Apparently no one looked for me or him after a week."
He chuckles. "Word gets around. I make sure it gets around to me specifically."
Felix stares up at William, tears in his eyes. He hugs him, saying nothing.
"I'm not a child. I'm 45. I may not be strong, but I don't need to be coddled." Shredder quickly finds humanoid bones. "Plus, you don't know where the empty spots are."
“It doesn’t matter where the empty spots are. Like I said, don’t child.” He says it more as a command this time, the force of murderous intent behind it if he argues. He digs deeper than the bones, so deep both can fit.
"Are you threatening me?" He sniffs. "You think you can walk up to me and call me a child, then (GP)ing threaten, me? Go home. You're not welcome here, and I don't care if you don't care."
Shredder look to them “Say another word, I will not say what I said again. I do not want to have to bury another body today. Do you want to die a painful death?” He says, fully burying the other person.
So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
"I'm not a child. I'm 45. I may not be strong, but I don't need to be coddled." Shredder quickly finds humanoid bones. "Plus, you don't know where the empty spots are."
“It doesn’t matter where the empty spots are. Like I said, don’t child.” He says it more as a command this time, the force of murderous intent behind it if he argues. He digs deeper than the bones, so deep both can fit.
"Are you threatening me?" He sniffs. "You think you can walk up to me and call me a child, then (GP)ing threaten, me? Go home. You're not welcome here, and I don't care if you don't care."
Shredder look to them “Say another word, I will not say what I said again. I do not want to have to bury another body today. Do you want to die a painful death?” He says, fully burying the other person.
The strugel glares defiantly. Suddenly, the the air behind Shredder tears open, revealing a massive, ravenous maw in a pitch black void.
Shredder takes 23 necrotic damage and is knocked prone, and must make a STR save or be pulled into the maw, have his speed reduced to zero, and suffer the damage again.
In addition, he must make a Wisdom save or take 8 psychic damage.
Felix's hard stare hasn't changed, but his eyes seem to glow in the unlight of the void. "Leave now, or I'll use your armor as a cheese grater."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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he shrugs, picking him up off the ground, "It's fine."
He messes with his hands a little, "T-thank you"
*gosh I love cute kids*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“It doesn’t matter where the empty spots are. Like I said, don’t child.” He says it more as a command this time, the force of murderous intent behind it if he argues. He digs deeper than the bones, so deep both can fit.
"No... You knew my name, knew what happened...." He said.
"When I was younger... I was always a strange kid. I was outgoing, smiley, and such things or from what I saw from an old photobook. My brother was not that, he was more withdrawn and quiet. We would play out in the woods often. One day.. we explored a little to far. We got lost. We were lost for over four weeks... Unfortunately, he died in his sleep die to starvation... fortunately for me, I had a warm meal. I knew this would probably be my last meal and I loved my brother will all my heart, I didn't want to lose him. I ate him and I still keep his bones with me.." he produces a small chain necklace with a locket. He opens it and there is a bone shard in it. "I loved him Felix, he was my blood. But fate took him away all because we got lost and couldn't find our way home. I was lost for months after that, then I found my home. Everyone had left, abandoned the home. Apparently no one looked for me or him after a week."
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
Once he’s done he’s sweating hard, breathing deep, barely standing as whole.
Scott grumbles, still out of it.
"You are welcome honey. Something on your mind?"
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
"Are you alright?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*cut because it won’t let me quote because my phone is broken and i couldn’t respond for a half hour trying to fix this stupid thing*
Mauric strides over to him. “You sure about that?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Are you threatening me?" He sniffs. "You think you can walk up to me and call me a child, then (GP)ing threaten, me? Go home. You're not welcome here, and I don't care if you don't care."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles. "Word gets around. I make sure it gets around to me specifically."
Felix stares up at William, tears in his eyes. He hugs him, saying nothing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
a golden Maine Coon tabaxi with blue dyed stripes stumbles in. He’s high on catnip. Perpetually. (I am not changing that)
A copper furred Harengon with green robes walks in after
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
Shredder look to them “Say another word, I will not say what I said again. I do not want to have to bury another body today. Do you want to die a painful death?” He says, fully burying the other person.
He takes him out of the field, heading to grab him something normal to drink
He shakes his head, "N-no, normal thoughts"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(it is hot outside)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
*i am working on such a weird character idea lol.*
*TELL*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Indeed, all my doggos are indoors*
Damian sighs as he works “Absolutely not, but I’m going to try.”
The strugel glares defiantly. Suddenly, the the air behind Shredder tears open, revealing a massive, ravenous maw in a pitch black void.
Shredder takes 23 necrotic damage and is knocked prone, and must make a STR save or be pulled into the maw, have his speed reduced to zero, and suffer the damage again.
In addition, he must make a Wisdom save or take 8 psychic damage.
Felix's hard stare hasn't changed, but his eyes seem to glow in the unlight of the void. "Leave now, or I'll use your armor as a cheese grater."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels