"Ah. The ranger's guild must be glad to have a fighter like you." *this guy incorporates some creature lore I wrote a while ago and still use*
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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)
"Yeah, there's this Gourmet Council of spirits that need to accept you into their ranks. I guess I didn't make the cut."
Red mist begins to roll in, obscuring the memory. Riotan is shunted out of the dream, and Cathan is standing up. He's uninjured. Probably never was.
“Stop saying gourmet! Look, just don’t kill yourself!”
Riotan falls back, looking dazed. “That was incredible! A tapestry of trauma! The finest connoisseurs would weep from the taste alone!”
"I'm not gonna. I'm not dying until I'm good and ready. No monster's been able to take me down yet, and as a monster myself I refuse to make an exception."
"Hhhhakekekeke..." Cathan leans over Riotan. "Then have I got a show for you." He pulls out a little bag of red powder labeled Hellfire+.
*Darn, depression suddenly hit me like a rock through a window.*
(can i help at all?)
*I don't know whats wrong tbh, one moment I am feeling great, the next I'm like 'Damn, do all I do is make characters because my creativity sucks that bad that I never like them later on?'*
(better to have too many than too few imo)
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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 think your characters are awesome, and I also totally get becoming bored of old characters. Most peoples chars are at least partially reflections of themselves and people change, so it makes sense that so does their taste in characters. I fix this problem by reworking charactes instead of throwing them out.*
Olive is in the forest laying on the forest floor next to an empty but foul smelling pickle jar and a pot of tea that smells like dirt, hardtack and... Is that smell orca blood? She's staring at the sky, clearly out of it. "woooaahh..."
Felix waddles over and sniffs the jar. He wrinkles his nose and drops the jar on the dirt. He picks Olive up and heads to the tavern to get her some real food.
She squeaks when picked up, but doesn't struggle "oh cool, where we goin'? Also who are you?"
"We're getting some anti-toxin at the tavern. I'm Felix, and I'm a chef. I know I am very smol, so please don't make a big deal about it."
"Yeah, there's this Gourmet Council of spirits that need to accept you into their ranks. I guess I didn't make the cut."
Red mist begins to roll in, obscuring the memory. Riotan is shunted out of the dream, and Cathan is standing up. He's uninjured. Probably never was.
“Stop saying gourmet! Look, just don’t kill yourself!”
Riotan falls back, looking dazed. “That was incredible! A tapestry of trauma! The finest connoisseurs would weep from the taste alone!”
"I'm not gonna. I'm not dying until I'm good and ready. No monster's been able to take me down yet, and as a monster myself I refuse to make an exception."
"Hhhhakekekeke..." Cathan leans over Riotan. "Then have I got a show for you." He pulls out a little bag of red powder labeled Hellfire+.
“Okay…” She still looks worried. “So can I help get you home? It’s not safe out here for anybody, especially if you have no weapons and aren’t fully lucid.”
“How fun! Is the plus an indicator of quality or just meant to fulfill arbitrary feelings of existing in an advanced society when humans are still just as biased and foolish as they were a century ago?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Olive is in the forest laying on the forest floor next to an empty but foul smelling pickle jar and a pot of tea that smells like dirt, hardtack and... Is that smell orca blood? She's staring at the sky, clearly out of it. "woooaahh..."
Felix waddles over and sniffs the jar. He wrinkles his nose and drops the jar on the dirt. He picks Olive up and heads to the tavern to get her some real food.
She squeaks when picked up, but doesn't struggle "oh cool, where we goin'? Also who are you?"
"We're getting some anti-toxin at the tavern. I'm Felix, and I'm a chef. I know I am very smol, so please don't make a big deal about it."
"Woah, they just sell that now? Awesome! And don't worry about it. I used to be small before I left home, then again I was still a teen then. Also being a chef is awesome! So many flavors and textures that you can create! Anyway I'm olive."
"I'm not gonna. I'm not dying until I'm good and ready. No monster's been able to take me down yet, and as a monster myself I refuse to make an exception."
"Hhhhakekekeke..." Cathan leans over Riotan. "Then have I got a show for you." He pulls out a little bag of red powder labeled Hellfire+.
“Okay…” She still looks worried. “So can I help get you home? It’s not safe out here for anybody, especially if you have no weapons and aren’t fully lucid.”
“How fun! Is the plus an indicator of quality or just meant to fulfill arbitrary feelings of existing in an advanced society when humans are still just as biased and foolish as they were a century ago?”
"I think I should go to work. I might be late. The tavern seems like a good place to rest anyway. But yes, some help would be much appreciated."
"A little bit of both. I put the plus on there because it hurts more than actual hellfire on both a physical and psychological level. 9/10 living beings do not recommend even looking at the stuff, let alone getting it in your systems."
"We're getting some anti-toxin at the tavern. I'm Felix, and I'm a chef. I know I am very smol, so please don't make a big deal about it."
"Woah, they just sell that now? Awesome! And don't worry about it. I used to be small before I left home, then again I was still a teen then. Also being a chef is awesome! So many flavors and textures that you can create! Anyway I'm olive."
"Nice name. I like olives. They're pretty rare in my homeland, given the cold. So, what was up with those pickles?"
"I'm not gonna. I'm not dying until I'm good and ready. No monster's been able to take me down yet, and as a monster myself I refuse to make an exception."
"Hhhhakekekeke..." Cathan leans over Riotan. "Then have I got a show for you." He pulls out a little bag of red powder labeled Hellfire+.
“Okay…” She still looks worried. “So can I help get you home? It’s not safe out here for anybody, especially if you have no weapons and aren’t fully lucid.”
“How fun! Is the plus an indicator of quality or just meant to fulfill arbitrary feelings of existing in an advanced society when humans are still just as biased and foolish as they were a century ago?”
"I think I should go to work. I might be late. The tavern seems like a good place to rest anyway. But yes, some help would be much appreciated."
"A little bit of both. I put the plus on there because it hurts more than actual hellfire on both a physical and psychological level. 9/10 living beings do not recommend even looking at the stuff, let alone getting it in your systems."
“Okay. What’s your job?” She asks, helping Felix keep his balance.
“Nice! Can I have it?”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I think I should go to work. I might be late. The tavern seems like a good place to rest anyway. But yes, some help would be much appreciated."
"A little bit of both. I put the plus on there because it hurts more than actual hellfire on both a physical and psychological level. 9/10 living beings do not recommend even looking at the stuff, let alone getting it in your systems."
“Okay. What’s your job?” She asks, helping Felix keep his balance.
“Nice! Can I have it?”
"I'm a chef. And a priest. I belong to the, and I know you told me to stop saying it, but Gourmet Faith. We shape and nurture the vital energy in all creatures wherever we can."
"2,000 gold says it's yours. Five finger discount says that it's actually an illusion and you'll never see me again."
"Ah. The ranger's guild must be glad to have a fighter like you." *this guy incorporates some creature lore I wrote a while ago and still use*
*That's pretty cool.*
"They barely acknowledge my membership. I think it's better they leave me alone anyway."
"Well, you look like you're worth noticing."
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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)
Olive is in the forest laying on the forest floor next to an empty but foul smelling pickle jar and a pot of tea that smells like dirt, hardtack and... Is that smell orca blood? She's staring at the sky, clearly out of it. "woooaahh..."
Felix waddles over and sniffs the jar. He wrinkles his nose and drops the jar on the dirt. He picks Olive up and heads to the tavern to get her some real food.
She squeaks when picked up, but doesn't struggle "oh cool, where we goin'? Also who are you?"
"We're getting some anti-toxin at the tavern. I'm Felix, and I'm a chef. I know I am very smol, so please don't make a big deal about it."
"Woah, they just sell that now? Awesome! And don't worry about it. I used to be small before I left home, then again I was still a teen then. Also being a chef is awesome! So many flavors and textures that you can create! Anyway I'm olive."
"oh, I made them myself with brass dragon and Medusa meat and whatever herbs I could find! don't worry they were both like, Uber evil. I have like two more jars, and some harpy... And eagle.. Hard to tell which is which at this point. I'm Great at getting exotic meat, not so great at preparing it."
"oh, I made them myself with brass dragon and Medusa meat and whatever herbs I could find! don't worry they were both like, Uber evil. I have like two more jars, and some harpy... And eagle.. Hard to tell which is which at this point. I'm Great at getting exotic meat, not so great at preparing it."
"I can like, cook it for you if you bring it to me. I specialize in the exotic, monstrous, and sometimes toxic."
"I think I should go to work. I might be late. The tavern seems like a good place to rest anyway. But yes, some help would be much appreciated."
"A little bit of both. I put the plus on there because it hurts more than actual hellfire on both a physical and psychological level. 9/10 living beings do not recommend even looking at the stuff, let alone getting it in your systems."
“Okay. What’s your job?” She asks, helping Felix keep his balance.
“Nice! Can I have it?”
"I'm a chef. And a priest. I belong to the, and I know you told me to stop saying it, but Gourmet Faith. We shape and nurture the vital energy in all creatures wherever we can."
"2,000 gold says it's yours. Five finger discount says that it's actually an illusion and you'll never see me again."
“What I meant to ask was, where is it that you work?”
He laughs softly. “Wealth is no object to me.” A neat stack of 200 perfectly-aligned platinum pieces materializes in his palm, which he holds out to Cathan.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"oh, I made them myself with brass dragon and Medusa meat and whatever herbs I could find! don't worry they were both like, Uber evil. I have like two more jars, and some harpy... And eagle.. Hard to tell which is which at this point. I'm Great at getting exotic meat, not so great at preparing it."
"I can like, cook it for you if you bring it to me. I specialize in the exotic, monstrous, and sometimes toxic."
Olives eyes light up "Woooaahh so I can just bring you dead things and you'll prepare them? That's awesome!"
"I'm a chef. And a priest. I belong to the, and I know you told me to stop saying it, but Gourmet Faith. We shape and nurture the vital energy in all creatures wherever we can."
"2,000 gold says it's yours. Five finger discount says that it's actually an illusion and you'll never see me again."
“What I meant to ask was, where is it that you work?”
He laughs softly. “Wealth is no object to me.” A neat stack of 200 perfectly-aligned platinum pieces materializes in his palm, which he holds out to Cathan.
"Oh, I work at the Lord's Rest. And the Red Plate."
Cathan takes it and hands over the bag. "Have fun. And if anyone asks, I made it and that was intended to be a single dose. It may be able to make an entire herd of elephants keel over from pain, but it's still just one dose."
A young girl with coppery skin and a thick, fluffy mane of auburn hair poorly half-tucked into a wool cap is playing outside. She wears large puffy gloves and shoes.
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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)
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"Ah. The ranger's guild must be glad to have a fighter like you."
*this guy incorporates some creature lore I wrote a while ago and still use*
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 gonna. I'm not dying until I'm good and ready. No monster's been able to take me down yet, and as a monster myself I refuse to make an exception."
"Hhhhakekekeke..." Cathan leans over Riotan. "Then have I got a show for you." He pulls out a little bag of red powder labeled Hellfire+.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(better to have too many than too few imo)
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 think your characters are awesome, and I also totally get becoming bored of old characters. Most peoples chars are at least partially reflections of themselves and people change, so it makes sense that so does their taste in characters. I fix this problem by reworking charactes instead of throwing them out.*
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"We're getting some anti-toxin at the tavern. I'm Felix, and I'm a chef. I know I am very smol, so please don't make a big deal about it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That's pretty cool.*
"They barely acknowledge my membership. I think it's better they leave me alone anyway."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
“Okay…” She still looks worried. “So can I help get you home? It’s not safe out here for anybody, especially if you have no weapons and aren’t fully lucid.”
“How fun! Is the plus an indicator of quality or just meant to fulfill arbitrary feelings of existing in an advanced society when humans are still just as biased and foolish as they were a century ago?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Woah, they just sell that now? Awesome! And don't worry about it. I used to be small before I left home, then again I was still a teen then. Also being a chef is awesome! So many flavors and textures that you can create! Anyway I'm olive."
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"I think I should go to work. I might be late. The tavern seems like a good place to rest anyway. But yes, some help would be much appreciated."
"A little bit of both. I put the plus on there because it hurts more than actual hellfire on both a physical and psychological level. 9/10 living beings do not recommend even looking at the stuff, let alone getting it in your systems."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Nice name. I like olives. They're pretty rare in my homeland, given the cold. So, what was up with those pickles?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Okay. What’s your job?” She asks, helping Felix keep his balance.
“Nice! Can I have it?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"I'm a chef. And a priest. I belong to the, and I know you told me to stop saying it, but Gourmet Faith. We shape and nurture the vital energy in all creatures wherever we can."
"2,000 gold says it's yours. Five finger discount says that it's actually an illusion and you'll never see me again."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well, you look like you're worth noticing."
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)
"oh, I made them myself with brass dragon and Medusa meat and whatever herbs I could find! don't worry they were both like, Uber evil. I have like two more jars, and some harpy... And eagle.. Hard to tell which is which at this point. I'm Great at getting exotic meat, not so great at preparing it."
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"I can like, cook it for you if you bring it to me. I specialize in the exotic, monstrous, and sometimes toxic."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“What I meant to ask was, where is it that you work?”
He laughs softly. “Wealth is no object to me.” A neat stack of 200 perfectly-aligned platinum pieces materializes in his palm, which he holds out to Cathan.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Olives eyes light up "Woooaahh so I can just bring you dead things and you'll prepare them? That's awesome!"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Oh, I work at the Lord's Rest. And the Red Plate."
Cathan takes it and hands over the bag. "Have fun. And if anyone asks, I made it and that was intended to be a single dose. It may be able to make an entire herd of elephants keel over from pain, but it's still just one dose."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Don't even have to be dead. I'll cook anything organic, basically."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A young girl with coppery skin and a thick, fluffy mane of auburn hair poorly half-tucked into a wool cap is playing outside. She wears large puffy gloves and shoes.
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)