“What can I tell you, I have an interesting life.”
He lands, making sure not to crush anything, or take up the entire space, immediately radiating warmth.
He takes the menu, smiling, she feels a bit of static when their hands get close. He looks through it “That’s cool, you must have an amazing family if the food is best in the town, also your horns are cool too. Do you have a recommendation?”
"That's a big deal, Shen.. you must make a lot of money."
she sighs, curling up in a random spot, getting comfy.
She groans under her breath at the static, but ignores it. "My parents are amazing.. Oh, thank you" She says softly, her horns glowing a bit as she flushes. "Well, I know it's a bit late, but, my mom makes a killer omelette. And if thats not your style, you cannot leave without trying her lasagna."
He shakes his head “Not a single cent, I do it more for the world than anything, and to fight strong people too.”
Rag wraps around her, as they begin to rest in the sun. *That feels like a good end for that.*
He nods, giving an order for an omelette “Thanks, I wouldn’t have gotten anything without someone telling me to.” He also orders a water for himself, “Do you want anything, I know you could get it for free, but I just feel like using my money on something worth it, you know?”
"Wow..." She says, genuinely surprised. "That sounds fun"
*agreed*
"I'll put it on my tab, I already owe my mom like, a 100gp..." She says, clicking her tongue and sauntering off to get his order.
“Yeah it’s really fun, but last I went out for a mission the entire Roundtable almost died to one man, strong guy, want to fight him again.”
He puts down a money pouch “This probably isn’t enough, but there’s about 74gp in here, I think. I haven’t counted in a while, and I’ll get more money soon anyway.” He takes one of the coins, beginning to spin in the palm of his hand.
"Uh, what do you know about... the Sandman, Salem?...."
"Oh, please, like my parents will ever charge me." She says, setting down his food. "Take it, on me."
He tilts his head, falling back onto his feet after pushing off the ground “Nope, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me what I don’t know.”
He sighs, his eyes growing tired as he puts the coin back on the table “If that’s what you want, I won’t fight you about it.” He takes a fork, carefully beginning to eat “What’s your name?”
The strugel simply sits there, waiting. The napkin doesn't actually have his order on it, just the words: DO THEY KNOW?
"What do you mean by that?" He sits down.
He nods, the tears flowing even faster. "Thank you... for being here. Not everyone has a mom like you."
William looks over the napkin, his skin begins to rot a little, bits falling to the kitchen floor. He crumples the napkin, gathering his composure, and begins to make the food.
"Smaller species... But bigger in everything else."
"Exactly honey, which is why I am here for everyone. No matter if ya is big or small, good or evil, everyone needs a mother."
Podmorski smiles, seemingly unprompted, and straightens his silverware.
"I see. I guess we're condensed like that. I never really thought about it." He offers Ichigo a small mint chocolate.
He hugs her. "Thank you. Thank you. My last mother... she traded me for power. I had to build machines for the Summer Court for decades." He sobs. "It was horrible!"
“But Humor doesn’t kill anyone either, it’s better to laugh than to not my friend.”
They seem to look through the armor to all the skittering bugs, their eyes darting around “Bugs… lots. Wow.” They smile, their plastic face shifting. O
"Mn, I have to disagree with you there." He tilts his head "But everyone has their own opinions."
"They are me.. I am them.." he nods
He sighs and looks down to William “Everyone has their own opinions, that is true, but emotion is good. Could I order something to eat?”
“You… amazing. So… many… yous.” His hand seems to move through them, poking at the bugs softly.
"Sure. what do you want?" he chuckles.
"They are.. last of.. their kind as well.." he explains.
“Do you have anything my size? A sandwich perhaps?”
He sighs, lowering his head “You… must… be scared… I… would be scared too.”
"Unfortunately not but I have food and tons of it, enough to fill your gaping hole of a stomach."
"I am not... I am last of.. kind. I will be.. brave."
“What can I tell you, I have an interesting life.”
He lands, making sure not to crush anything, or take up the entire space, immediately radiating warmth.
He takes the menu, smiling, she feels a bit of static when their hands get close. He looks through it “That’s cool, you must have an amazing family if the food is best in the town, also your horns are cool too. Do you have a recommendation?”
"That's a big deal, Shen.. you must make a lot of money."
she sighs, curling up in a random spot, getting comfy.
She groans under her breath at the static, but ignores it. "My parents are amazing.. Oh, thank you" She says softly, her horns glowing a bit as she flushes. "Well, I know it's a bit late, but, my mom makes a killer omelette. And if thats not your style, you cannot leave without trying her lasagna."
He shakes his head “Not a single cent, I do it more for the world than anything, and to fight strong people too.”
Rag wraps around her, as they begin to rest in the sun. *That feels like a good end for that.*
He nods, giving an order for an omelette “Thanks, I wouldn’t have gotten anything without someone telling me to.” He also orders a water for himself, “Do you want anything, I know you could get it for free, but I just feel like using my money on something worth it, you know?”
"Wow..." She says, genuinely surprised. "That sounds fun"
*agreed*
"I'll put it on my tab, I already owe my mom like, a 100gp..." She says, clicking her tongue and sauntering off to get his order.
“Yeah it’s really fun, but last I went out for a mission the entire Roundtable almost died to one man, strong guy, want to fight him again.”
He puts down a money pouch “This probably isn’t enough, but there’s about 74gp in here, I think. I haven’t counted in a while, and I’ll get more money soon anyway.” He takes one of the coins, beginning to spin in the palm of his hand.
"Uh, what do you know about... the Sandman, Salem?...."
"Oh, please, like my parents will ever charge me." She says, setting down his food. "Take it, on me."
He tilts his head, falling back onto his feet after pushing off the ground “Nope, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me what I don’t know.”"
He sighs, his eyes growing tired as he puts the coin back on the table “If that’s what you want, I won’t fight you about it.” He takes a fork, carefully beginning to eat “What’s your name?”
"I've seen him... He just appears, and talks to you....."
"Domino, and you?" She says, sitting down with him.
“So some kind of boogeyman, can I fight him and win?” He moves his shoulder.
“That’s an amazing name, I’m Antonio, nice to meet you, formally.” He says, putting his warhammer down.
“But Humor doesn’t kill anyone either, it’s better to laugh than to not my friend.”
They seem to look through the armor to all the skittering bugs, their eyes darting around “Bugs… lots. Wow.” They smile, their plastic face shifting. O
"Mn, I have to disagree with you there." He tilts his head "But everyone has their own opinions."
"They are me.. I am them.." he nods
He sighs and looks down to William “Everyone has their own opinions, that is true, but emotion is good. Could I order something to eat?”
“You… amazing. So… many… yous.” His hand seems to move through them, poking at the bugs softly.
"Sure. what do you want?" he chuckles.
"They are.. last of.. their kind as well.." he explains.
“Do you have anything my size? A sandwich perhaps?”
He sighs, lowering his head “You… must… be scared… I… would be scared too.”
"Unfortunately not but I have food and tons of it, enough to fill your gaping hole of a stomach."
"I am not... I am last of.. kind. I will be.. brave."
He smiles and laughs “Gaping hole is right, I would be happy to pay you back for all that, and how much it would cost.”
*would anyone participate in a cozy wintery tavern inspired by my favorite stories growing up? It would be a tavern where forest creatures (actual size, but slightly anthropomorphic, ie: redwall or watership down or guardians of gahoole) gather to make merry and tell stories. Sorta like the humblewood ig? *
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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)
“What can I tell you, I have an interesting life.”
He lands, making sure not to crush anything, or take up the entire space, immediately radiating warmth.
He takes the menu, smiling, she feels a bit of static when their hands get close. He looks through it “That’s cool, you must have an amazing family if the food is best in the town, also your horns are cool too. Do you have a recommendation?”
"That's a big deal, Shen.. you must make a lot of money."
she sighs, curling up in a random spot, getting comfy.
She groans under her breath at the static, but ignores it. "My parents are amazing.. Oh, thank you" She says softly, her horns glowing a bit as she flushes. "Well, I know it's a bit late, but, my mom makes a killer omelette. And if thats not your style, you cannot leave without trying her lasagna."
He shakes his head “Not a single cent, I do it more for the world than anything, and to fight strong people too.”
Rag wraps around her, as they begin to rest in the sun. *That feels like a good end for that.*
He nods, giving an order for an omelette “Thanks, I wouldn’t have gotten anything without someone telling me to.” He also orders a water for himself, “Do you want anything, I know you could get it for free, but I just feel like using my money on something worth it, you know?”
"Wow..." She says, genuinely surprised. "That sounds fun"
*agreed*
"I'll put it on my tab, I already owe my mom like, a 100gp..." She says, clicking her tongue and sauntering off to get his order.
“Yeah it’s really fun, but last I went out for a mission the entire Roundtable almost died to one man, strong guy, want to fight him again.”
He puts down a money pouch “This probably isn’t enough, but there’s about 74gp in here, I think. I haven’t counted in a while, and I’ll get more money soon anyway.” He takes one of the coins, beginning to spin in the palm of his hand.
"Uh, what do you know about... the Sandman, Salem?...."
"Oh, please, like my parents will ever charge me." She says, setting down his food. "Take it, on me."
He tilts his head, falling back onto his feet after pushing off the ground “Nope, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me what I don’t know.”"
He sighs, his eyes growing tired as he puts the coin back on the table “If that’s what you want, I won’t fight you about it.” He takes a fork, carefully beginning to eat “What’s your name?”
"I've seen him... He just appears, and talks to you....."
"Domino, and you?" She says, sitting down with him.
“So some kind of boogeyman, can I fight him and win?” He moves his shoulder.
“That’s an amazing name, I’m Antonio, nice to meet you, formally.” He says, putting his warhammer down.
"no, no no, he's nice!.... and kinda cute.... He's like a spiritual therapist..."
"You have a nice name too, Antonio."
“I won’t kill him, I just want to fight him a little bit, possibly even beat if I’m strong enough.”
“Thank you. Do you have any other cool things like your horns, or your deep eyes?”
Isaac is slumped against a tree with his jacket partially on fire. Pieces of partially melted metal are strewn about the area with some a good distance away
Xan races over, smothering the flames with a wave of his hand. He snaps his fingers in Isaac's ear "Hey.. hey wake up?"
He groans and looks at Xan "what happened?"
"Heard a bang but that's was it, could've been an explosion." He shrugs and picks him up.
He sighs "it was probably an explosion. [gp] project backfired"
Xan curses in infernal and sighs "You okay?"
"i'm not sure"
He sighs and sets him on the sofa in the tavern.
Isaac winces as he is set down
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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
*After much thinking, and me absolutely smoking the hell out of some sour diesel. What if I just... Make a character who was a stoner?*
*maybe later? I have had enough talk of weed today (not that there's anything inherently wrong with it, It's just I was visiting my grandmother b/c she broke her leg and I really wanted to see her (we had a lovely time btw) and her downstairs neighbor spent most of that time ripping a bong on her balcony, and I'm just kinda frustrated.*
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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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He tilts his head, falling back onto his feet after pushing off the ground “Nope, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me what I don’t know.”
He sighs, his eyes growing tired as he puts the coin back on the table “If that’s what you want, I won’t fight you about it.” He takes a fork, carefully beginning to eat “What’s your name?”
Podmorski smiles, seemingly unprompted, and straightens his silverware.
"I see. I guess we're condensed like that. I never really thought about it." He offers Ichigo a small mint chocolate.
He hugs her. "Thank you. Thank you. My last mother... she traded me for power. I had to build machines for the Summer Court for decades." He sobs. "It was horrible!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Unfortunately not but I have food and tons of it, enough to fill your gaping hole of a stomach."
"I am not... I am last of.. kind. I will be.. brave."
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
*hey guys, I'll be off and on now.*
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
*All good, Mr. Man.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“So some kind of boogeyman, can I fight him and win?” He moves his shoulder.
“That’s an amazing name, I’m Antonio, nice to meet you, formally.” He says, putting his warhammer down.
He smiles and laughs “Gaping hole is right, I would be happy to pay you back for all that, and how much it would cost.”
He hugs them “You… can be… brave.”
*would anyone participate in a cozy wintery tavern inspired by my favorite stories growing up? It would be a tavern where forest creatures (actual size, but slightly anthropomorphic, ie: redwall or watership down or guardians of gahoole) gather to make merry and tell stories. Sorta like the humblewood ig? *
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)
*After much thinking, and me absolutely smoking the hell out of some sour diesel. What if I just... Make a character who was a stoner?*
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 won’t kill him, I just want to fight him a little bit, possibly even beat if I’m strong enough.”
“Thank you. Do you have any other cool things like your horns, or your deep eyes?”
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
*Felix was originally a stoner.*
*I don't really have much of an input beyond that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*KSHFOSBDIHRKSBDKDBFIF. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW COOL YOU ARE RIGHT NOW-*
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
*Honey, I love you, I need you to tell me these facts more often.*
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
*Honestly I love a good stoner character, Paracelsus is kinda like that with the way they eat the mushrooms that grow on them.*
*maybe later? I have had enough talk of weed today (not that there's anything inherently wrong with it, It's just I was visiting my grandmother b/c she broke her leg and I really wanted to see her (we had a lovely time btw) and her downstairs neighbor spent most of that time ripping a bong on her balcony, and I'm just kinda frustrated.*
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)