Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
A lanky human girl in a common pink dress sits at a table in the inn, waiting for nothing in particular. Her long brown hair is braided in one thick braid down her back, and her skin is the color of cinnamon.
Outside of the inn, a short human with shaggily-cropped black hair is sparring with a dummy
*Kill... or seduce?... (in a fry sanctioned way :3)*
"Can I help you, sweetie?" one of the employees asks, tossing her hair back.
"You fight well" Calls Reese, who had been resting nearby.
"oh, I'm alright!" she smiles
She stops for just a second to take a breath, and replies "I have to"
*i responded. i know its busy*
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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)
*Eh, just in case anyone else wants to rp, here's the rest of the cowboys.*
Merabelle is making gumbo out of the corpses of several recently killed creatures, her hands still covered in the blood at she sturs the pot, putting some of the blood into it to add flavor as she hums to herself. She's wearing a blood stained cooking apron along with a tight white shirt and bright blue jeans, insinuating her curves and grey skin.
Grimes is having something to eat, eating a bowl of oats with a spoon, sitting right outside of the forest, his sniper sitting next to him as he contemplates his life, looking to the sky above. Wearing his usual attire.
Sparrow is sitting outside of the tavern, thinking about how he might want to buy an actual home to live in as he carves himself some more statues of his family and friends, currently working on one of Riotan, wearing a bright white shirt and jeans, with his hat and boots.
Lify walks over to Merabelle
She looks to them, waving, smiling wide, revealing sharp fangs scattered around her mouth, none of them natural.
"Hello again"
"Hello there little sweetheart." She says, taking her focus off stirring the gumbo. (She is bigger than Lify, if Lify hasn't grown much taller)
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Eh, just in case anyone else wants to rp, here's the rest of the cowboys.*
Merabelle is making gumbo out of the corpses of several recently killed creatures, her hands still covered in the blood at she sturs the pot, putting some of the blood into it to add flavor as she hums to herself. She's wearing a blood stained cooking apron along with a tight white shirt and bright blue jeans, insinuating her curves and grey skin.
Grimes is having something to eat, eating a bowl of oats with a spoon, sitting right outside of the forest, his sniper sitting next to him as he contemplates his life, looking to the sky above. Wearing his usual attire.
Sparrow is sitting outside of the tavern, thinking about how he might want to buy an actual home to live in as he carves himself some more statues of his family and friends, currently working on one of Riotan, wearing a bright white shirt and jeans, with his hat and boots.
*ILL TAKE YOUR ENTIRE STOCK-*
*Ah, seems someone likes my characters.*
*I like all your characters.*
Stroth appears behind Merabelle, madly cackling.
TH walks up to him and sets down a bag of gold coins before him.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
He looks away, chewing his lip. when he turns back, he pours them another drink. "Well, you've got... t-the looks for that."
"I know." He winks, taking the drink and knocking it back. He purposely runs his tongue over his lips, smiling.
His green eyes lock onto theirs momentarily, him still flushing softly. "What's your name?.. And- have you done anything I might have seen?..."
"Perhaps." He smiles "My name is Nik. A pleasure to meet you." He purrs.
He all but melts, pouring them another drink.... he's gonna get flamed by his boss. "W-wow. My name is Toothless" he says, smiling, revealing the existence of no teeth. "I was called that because they thought I don't have teeth, but they're just hidden."
He grins and leans forward "Mind if I find out for myself?" He asks, tilting his head.
He flushes and rubs the back of his head, but eventually nods, opening his mouth again.
"Not what I meant." He wraps an arm around the back of Toothless's neck and kisses him.
"O-oh" he flushes, embarrassed, turning even more red as they kiss him. He holds the side of their face, kissing him back. His teeth come out of his gums with the excitement,
Nik pulls away "There we go. That's cool." He grins.
"You smell.. nice..." he says, smiling meakly, revealing his perfect white teeth.
"Thank you, I've always like the smell of smoke. I'm glad to have found a cologne like it." He grins and runs his fingers over their teeth.
"You'll have to tell me the name of it..." he grumbles softly, letting them.
"I will, don't worry about that." He smirks.
He smiles meakly again, running a claw over the bar in a circle. "Mmm, o-okay..."
Nik kisses his shoulder and waves a hand, summoning a cigarette to his hand.
*Eh, just in case anyone else wants to rp, here's the rest of the cowboys.*
Merabelle is making gumbo out of the corpses of several recently killed creatures, her hands still covered in the blood at she sturs the pot, putting some of the blood into it to add flavor as she hums to herself. She's wearing a blood stained cooking apron along with a tight white shirt and bright blue jeans, insinuating her curves and grey skin.
Grimes is having something to eat, eating a bowl of oats with a spoon, sitting right outside of the forest, his sniper sitting next to him as he contemplates his life, looking to the sky above. Wearing his usual attire.
Sparrow is sitting outside of the tavern, thinking about how he might want to buy an actual home to live in as he carves himself some more statues of his family and friends, currently working on one of Riotan, wearing a bright white shirt and jeans, with his hat and boots.
*ILL TAKE YOUR ENTIRE STOCK-*
*Ah, seems someone likes my characters.*
*I like all your characters.*
Stroth appears behind Merabelle, madly cackling.
TH walks up to him and sets down a bag of gold coins before him.
The Brand watches from afar, eyes narrowed.
*I don't see why, but thanks.*
She turns around, hugging them in her massive arms "STROTH! How are ya doin'?"
He looks to the gold at his side, taking a second to process it, his eyes widening as he drops his spoon.
Sparrow doesn't look up, tapping his foot "It's rude ta stare."
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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.'
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Eh, just in case anyone else wants to rp, here's the rest of the cowboys.*
Merabelle is making gumbo out of the corpses of several recently killed creatures, her hands still covered in the blood at she sturs the pot, putting some of the blood into it to add flavor as she hums to herself. She's wearing a blood stained cooking apron along with a tight white shirt and bright blue jeans, insinuating her curves and grey skin.
Grimes is having something to eat, eating a bowl of oats with a spoon, sitting right outside of the forest, his sniper sitting next to him as he contemplates his life, looking to the sky above. Wearing his usual attire.
Sparrow is sitting outside of the tavern, thinking about how he might want to buy an actual home to live in as he carves himself some more statues of his family and friends, currently working on one of Riotan, wearing a bright white shirt and jeans, with his hat and boots.
*ILL TAKE YOUR ENTIRE STOCK-*
*Ah, seems someone likes my characters.*
*I like all your characters.*
Stroth appears behind Merabelle, madly cackling.
TH walks up to him and sets down a bag of gold coins before him.
The Brand watches from afar, eyes narrowed.
*I don't see why, but thanks.*
She turns around, hugging them in her massive arms "STROTH! How are ya doin'?"
He looks to the gold at his side, taking a second to process it, his eyes widening as he drops his spoon.
Sparrow doesn't look up, tapping his foot "It's rude ta stare."
"I'm good!!!" She giggles before hugging her back.
TH chuckles "My recent client was very happy with our work."
A lanky human girl in a common pink dress sits at a table in the inn, waiting for nothing in particular. Her long brown hair is braided in one thick braid down her back, and her skin is the color of cinnamon.
Outside of the inn, a short human with shaggily-cropped black hair is sparring with a dummy
*Kill... or seduce?... (in a fry sanctioned way :3)*
"Can I help you, sweetie?" one of the employees asks, tossing her hair back.
"You fight well" Calls Reese, who had been resting nearby.
"oh, I'm alright!" she smiles
She stops for just a second to take a breath, and replies "I have to"
*i responded. i know its busy*
*boink*
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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 feeling like timewarping RN, but Basil is still in his house and IDK what to do with him*
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*Maybe let him leave his house, and talk to other people, because no one is in his house.*
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.)
*i responded. i know its busy*
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)
*Lify will, but is a bit smaller now*
"How's life?"
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
"Life's doin' real good. How are you an' that little tieflin' doin'?"
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.)
*GTG now... and I was just about to use Basil :(*
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
*I like all your characters.*
Stroth appears behind Merabelle, madly cackling.
TH walks up to him and sets down a bag of gold coins before him.
The Brand watches from afar, eyes narrowed.
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 used to be a queen, only my marriage though, and that was a long time ago." She says, chuckling softly, the wine finally beginning to get to her.
"Every time I've taken this body over, he's with someone new, usually because he does something idiotic and pushes them away."
He looks down, moving to make them feel and comfortable as possible as the egg cracks, not actually prepared for it to happen, but doing his best.
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.)
*I don't apparently! *
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
Nik kisses his shoulder and waves a hand, summoning a cigarette to his hand.
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 don't see why, but thanks.*
She turns around, hugging them in her massive arms "STROTH! How are ya doin'?"
He looks to the gold at his side, taking a second to process it, his eyes widening as he drops his spoon.
Sparrow doesn't look up, tapping his foot "It's rude ta stare."
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.)
Basil is sitting in the forest
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Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
"I'm good!!!" She giggles before hugging her back.
TH chuckles "My recent client was very happy with our work."
"I don't care if you couldn't tell."
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
*boink*
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)
They roll their eyes "You cant stop flattering me can you?" She says, teasing him "I was always a criminal at heart, just one forced to wear a crown."
"If he didn't take me soul and trap it in here, I wouldn't be wasting my time with mortals like you. You are welcome."
He helps them out of them egg, holding them softly in his massive arms, looking down to them with a smile, remembering their parents.
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.)