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)
She seems unnerved by the golem's pain (or, at least, its convincing emulation of pain). "...Heartstone?"
"Yes! It can be any precious or nonprecious stone, as long as it's carved with the proper runes. This one's heart is the finest sapphire I could get my paws on, you know. The heartstone gives the golem the ability to not only move, but to emote and think and feel like a living thing. Of course, they're not really living. But that does mean they can't die, so there's the upside."
*boink*
*sigh*
*Oh, sorry about that.*
She nods thoughtfully. "I see... does the kind of gemstone matter? Do different gems suit different designs of golems?"
"I love your curiosity, little lady! " he smiles, "They do! The more precious the stone, the more expressive and close to alive they get. That's why I use only the best stones for my golems. They're real quality" he taps the golem with a claw. The golem seems to be preoccupied feeling their new ear and doesn't notice or care.
*If yvonne comes back i shall be ready*
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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)
He nods, looking at the maggoat with only a slight bit of hesitation, eventually smiling at them and at Hadal “I’ll do ya a favor, an’ get ya somethin’ to eat, free o’ charge.” He walks into the place, ordering them both a lot to eat, and sitting down.
He seems slightly confused, but mostly understands what they mean “They… give you things? For no reason?” He says, looking to the snake and back to Granny Greasegrip “You… are really good at being a grandma then, you have to be.”
Hadal follows. "Thank you very much, par... sir." It doesn't seem to be fully confident in using that word again.
"It's not for no reason, sonny! It's because a grandma loves her grandkids!" She pinches his cheek, causing the snake to give a warning snap at her fingers, not touching her or even scaring her at all. "I do my best, dearie. A lot of grannies don't have all the love I have to give. They aren't nice. But sometimes you need an evil grandma for something."
Granny Greasegrip zooms over on a skateboard, making a high-pitched "EEEEEEEEEEEEE" the entire time. She dives and tumbles across the ground and lands inches away from him. "Hey, kid! I got you a new game!" She holds it up. Its the game he had been playing, with the words DO NOT PLAY written on it in permanent marker and a garage sale price tag on it.
Zee blinks and takes it, sniffing it a bit before plugging it in with little issue.
It starts up, and when it shows the main character on the opening screen, the little critter isn't there, and the main character seems to be crying. "It's super cursed! It's supposed to have a dead god inside it or something!"
He nods, looking at the maggoat with only a slight bit of hesitation, eventually smiling at them and at Hadal “I’ll do ya a favor, an’ get ya somethin’ to eat, free o’ charge.” He walks into the place, ordering them both a lot to eat, and sitting down.
He seems slightly confused, but mostly understands what they mean “They… give you things? For no reason?” He says, looking to the snake and back to Granny Greasegrip “You… are really good at being a grandma then, you have to be.”
Hadal follows. "Thank you very much, par... sir." It doesn't seem to be fully confident in using that word again.
"It's not for no reason, sonny! It's because a grandma loves her grandkids!" She pinches his cheek, causing the snake to give a warning snap at her fingers, not touching her or even scaring her at all. "I do my best, dearie. A lot of grannies don't have all the love I have to give. They aren't nice. But sometimes you need an evil grandma for something."
He invites him to sit down and eat “You can say pardner if ya want, you ain’t makin’ fun o’ the word, an’ I ain’t gonna stop ya from usin’ it.”
He tries to calm the snake down, after all, it’s fine that his Granny is doing that, it’s just what she does “Why wouldn’t they? They’re family… a family’s the most important thing someone can have in life… ain’t it? That’s what Deadeye used to tell us… back at the orphanage… that we were all family.”
William cursing his life as he holds broken nose, a side effect from him and Samaritan training. Samaritan stands above him, folding his arms over his massive chest, clicking his tongue in distaste. "You keep leaving yourself open to attacks, you fight like someone unafraid of pain."
Shen just silently, watches, nodding with arms that have fully healed, leaning on his staff, sitting on his floating yellow cloak. He has the same smile of calm enjoyment in his face, his piercing green eyes looking to his nose, his wooden crown glowing softly.
Hadal follows. "Thank you very much, par... sir." It doesn't seem to be fully confident in using that word again.
"It's not for no reason, sonny! It's because a grandma loves her grandkids!" She pinches his cheek, causing the snake to give a warning snap at her fingers, not touching her or even scaring her at all. "I do my best, dearie. A lot of grannies don't have all the love I have to give. They aren't nice. But sometimes you need an evil grandma for something."
He invites him to sit down and eat “You can say pardner if ya want, you ain’t makin’ fun o’ the word, an’ I ain’t gonna stop ya from usin’ it.”
He tries to calm the snake down, after all, it’s fine that his Granny is doing that, it’s just what she does “Why wouldn’t they? They’re family… a family’s the most important thing someone can have in life… ain’t it? That’s what Deadeye used to tell us… back at the orphanage… that we were all family.”
"I... Thank you, but I do not know how to properly use it. I don't want to offend anyone. Most are not as forgiving of my foolish gaffes as you are." He gestures to the holes in his body and head.
The snake sinks back down into a sort of cuddle. She thinks for a minute. "I don't know. I guess they all have their reasons. I don't really want to go around asking, though. They can be right nasty sometimes."
"I... Thank you, but I do not know how to properly use it. I don't want to offend anyone. Most are not as forgiving of my foolish gaffes as you are." He gestures to the holes in his body and head.
The snake sinks back down into a sort of cuddle. She thinks for a minute. "I don't know. I guess they all have their reasons. I don't really want to go around asking, though. They can be right nasty sometimes."
He chuckles “That’s ‘bout right, but don’t worry ‘bout offendin’ me, I’ve heard much worse any day. Ya should get to eatin’ and healin’ yerself so ya don’t end up starvin’.”
He cuddles them back with his head, his scales a soft warm from them to rest on “You aren’t that way though… you must be the best grandma ever.” They say, sitting back down, smiling softly.
Granny Greasegrip zooms over on a skateboard, making a high-pitched "EEEEEEEEEEEEE" the entire time. She dives and tumbles across the ground and lands inches away from him. "Hey, kid! I got you a new game!" She holds it up. Its the game he had been playing, with the words DO NOT PLAY written on it in permanent marker and a garage sale price tag on it.
Zee blinks and takes it, sniffing it a bit before plugging it in with little issue.
It starts up, and when it shows the main character on the opening screen, the little critter isn't there, and the main character seems to be crying. "It's super cursed! It's supposed to have a dead god inside it or something!"
William cursing his life as he holds broken nose, a side effect from him and Samaritan training. Samaritan stands above him, folding his arms over his massive chest, clicking his tongue in distaste. "You keep leaving yourself open to attacks, you fight like someone unafraid of pain."
Shen just silently, watches, nodding with arms that have fully healed, leaning on his staff, sitting on his floating yellow cloak. He has the same smile of calm enjoyment in his face, his piercing green eyes looking to his nose, his wooden crown glowing softly.
William stands up, running his hand through his brown hair. He sighs and reconnects the bone with a sickening crunch.
William cursing his life as he holds broken nose, a side effect from him and Samaritan training. Samaritan stands above him, folding his arms over his massive chest, clicking his tongue in distaste. "You keep leaving yourself open to attacks, you fight like someone unafraid of pain."
Shen just silently, watches, nodding with arms that have fully healed, leaning on his staff, sitting on his floating yellow cloak. He has the same smile of calm enjoyment in his face, his piercing green eyes looking to his nose, his wooden crown glowing softly.
William stands up, running his hand through his brown hair. He sighs and reconnects the bone with a sickening crunch.
He softly chuckles at the sight “You should probably get someone to fix that, and not just put it back into place.” Taking out a napkin for the bloody nose.
"I... Thank you, but I do not know how to properly use it. I don't want to offend anyone. Most are not as forgiving of my foolish gaffes as you are." He gestures to the holes in his body and head.
The snake sinks back down into a sort of cuddle. She thinks for a minute. "I don't know. I guess they all have their reasons. I don't really want to go around asking, though. They can be right nasty sometimes."
He chuckles “That’s ‘bout right, but don’t worry ‘bout offendin’ me, I’ve heard much worse any day. Ya should get to eatin’ and healin’ yerself so ya don’t end up starvin’.”
He cuddles them back with his head, his scales a soft warm from them to rest on “You aren’t that way though… you must be the best grandma ever.” They say, sitting back down, smiling softly.
*Sorry for the slow responses, working on something right now*
Hadal nods and places the maggoat back into his body before beginning to eat. His wide, humanoid jaws seem to be the strongest part of his body by far.
She grins. "I do my best, sweetie. I may be a great granny, but there is always room to improve."
It starts up, and when it shows the main character on the opening screen, the little critter isn't there, and the main character seems to be crying. "It's super cursed! It's supposed to have a dead god inside it or something!"
"Huh, cute." They said, smiling a bit.
She points. "Ah! There's a smile! I knew I could get one out of you!" She giggles.
*Sorry for the slow responses, working on something right now*
Hadal nods and places the maggoat back into his body before beginning to eat. His wide, humanoid jaws seem to be the strongest part of his body by far.
She grins. "I do my best, sweetie. I may be a great granny, but there is always room to improve."
*Dont worry about it man, it is what it is.*
He eats at a regular pace, though he doesn’t judge the insanity happening next to him, not because he’s seen worse, but because anything could happen, and he’s not in the place to judge, offering them some of his burger.
“I… I don’t think so… you’re incredible. The best Granny I never knew I wanted.” He says with a smile, looking into the distance as he puts his knees back to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.
*Sorry for the slow responses, working on something right now*
Hadal nods and places the maggoat back into his body before beginning to eat. His wide, humanoid jaws seem to be the strongest part of his body by far.
She grins. "I do my best, sweetie. I may be a great granny, but there is always room to improve."
*Dont worry about it man, it is what it is.*
He eats at a regular pace, though he doesn’t judge the insanity happening next to him, not because he’s seen worse, but because anything could happen, and he’s not in the place to judge, offering them some of his burger.
“I… I don’t think so… you’re incredible. The best Granny I never knew I wanted.” He says with a smile, looking into the distance as he puts his knees back to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.
He gratefully takes it in his talons and takes a bite with his lipless mouth.
*Greetings, fellow story-makers! Sorry I kind of disappeared yesterday- I'll make sure to at least say my farewells beforehand in the future.*
Omori is at KK's studio, looking around at the art while she waits.
Meanwhile, KK is outside, feeling... conflicted. She's moments away from fulfilling her ultimate goal, but... that also means she'll have to say goodbye to T-FM. Of course, that was always going to happen- it's part of the deal... but it's sad nonetheless.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Sylvan is looking at all the plants Cerberus created through hybridization and is silently pondering on how to cook them.
Cerberus has figured out how to infuse magic into his creations and is teaching a pile of vines (which he named Glyph Vines) to shift itself into the shape of arcane symbols.
Ternikus is counting coins but uses every 7th one to buy a cup of ale, leading him down a spiral of worse and worse numeral understanding.
*hello!*
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)
*If yvonne comes back i shall be ready*
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)
Hadal follows. "Thank you very much, par... sir." It doesn't seem to be fully confident in using that word again.
"It's not for no reason, sonny! It's because a grandma loves her grandkids!" She pinches his cheek, causing the snake to give a warning snap at her fingers, not touching her or even scaring her at all. "I do my best, dearie. A lot of grannies don't have all the love I have to give. They aren't nice. But sometimes you need an evil grandma for something."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It starts up, and when it shows the main character on the opening screen, the little critter isn't there, and the main character seems to be crying. "It's super cursed! It's supposed to have a dead god inside it or something!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He invites him to sit down and eat “You can say pardner if ya want, you ain’t makin’ fun o’ the word, an’ I ain’t gonna stop ya from usin’ it.”
He tries to calm the snake down, after all, it’s fine that his Granny is doing that, it’s just what she does “Why wouldn’t they? They’re family… a family’s the most important thing someone can have in life… ain’t it? That’s what Deadeye used to tell us… back at the orphanage… that we were all family.”
Shen just silently, watches, nodding with arms that have fully healed, leaning on his staff, sitting on his floating yellow cloak. He has the same smile of calm enjoyment in his face, his piercing green eyes looking to his nose, his wooden crown glowing softly.
"I... Thank you, but I do not know how to properly use it. I don't want to offend anyone. Most are not as forgiving of my foolish gaffes as you are." He gestures to the holes in his body and head.
The snake sinks back down into a sort of cuddle. She thinks for a minute. "I don't know. I guess they all have their reasons. I don't really want to go around asking, though. They can be right nasty sometimes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles “That’s ‘bout right, but don’t worry ‘bout offendin’ me, I’ve heard much worse any day. Ya should get to eatin’ and healin’ yerself so ya don’t end up starvin’.”
He cuddles them back with his head, his scales a soft warm from them to rest on “You aren’t that way though… you must be the best grandma ever.” They say, sitting back down, smiling softly.
"Huh, cute." They said, smiling a bit.
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
William stands up, running his hand through his brown hair. He sighs and reconnects the bone with a sickening crunch.
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 softly chuckles at the sight “You should probably get someone to fix that, and not just put it back into place.” Taking out a napkin for the bloody nose.
*Sorry for the slow responses, working on something right now*
Hadal nods and places the maggoat back into his body before beginning to eat. His wide, humanoid jaws seem to be the strongest part of his body by far.
She grins. "I do my best, sweetie. I may be a great granny, but there is always room to improve."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She points. "Ah! There's a smile! I knew I could get one out of you!" She giggles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Dont worry about it man, it is what it is.*
He eats at a regular pace, though he doesn’t judge the insanity happening next to him, not because he’s seen worse, but because anything could happen, and he’s not in the place to judge, offering them some of his burger.
“I… I don’t think so… you’re incredible. The best Granny I never knew I wanted.” He says with a smile, looking into the distance as he puts his knees back to his chest, wrapping his arms around them.
He gratefully takes it in his talons and takes a bite with his lipless mouth.
"I know." She pats him on the head.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It’s an unexpectedly good burger, bacon, and avocado, gnarly desert peppers in there too.
He smiles, happy to just have this in his life, fixing him in body and mind “Have you… heard of the Valentine Sisters?”
*Greetings, fellow story-makers! Sorry I kind of disappeared yesterday- I'll make sure to at least say my farewells beforehand in the future.*
Omori is at KK's studio, looking around at the art while she waits.
Meanwhile, KK is outside, feeling... conflicted. She's moments away from fulfilling her ultimate goal, but... that also means she'll have to say goodbye to T-FM. Of course, that was always going to happen- it's part of the deal... but it's sad nonetheless.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I am a bit back.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I'm gonna end this one here*
She looks him in the eyes. "Only that they're very bad news." She raises an eyebrow. "Why?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Sylvan is looking at all the plants Cerberus created through hybridization and is silently pondering on how to cook them.
Cerberus has figured out how to infuse magic into his creations and is teaching a pile of vines (which he named Glyph Vines) to shift itself into the shape of arcane symbols.
Ternikus is counting coins but uses every 7th one to buy a cup of ale, leading him down a spiral of worse and worse numeral understanding.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!