*I want to make my Manga protagonist a strugel... but that would take a lot of work.*
*I really like the idea of strugel batman.*
*You seem to have a deep love for Strugels, which I find an endearing part of your own character, I also like that idea, though it would take some doing indeed.*
*I am happy that you find me endearing in some manner.*
*This strugel will have to trim his fluff, since it's meant to keep them warm. Or maybe he has magical refrigerated clothes. That could be cool.*
*Pretty please, destroy the planet without imploding.*
*Darn. Here I wanted to take myself out with them.*
*I refuse to let you take yourself out. Wanna rp now?*
*Sure. I am thinking about bringing in my police detective Aasimar of Justice.*
*That sounds fun, who would you like to have, if anyone in particular at all.*
*Anyone will do. I will have any you provide.*
*Well that makes things difficult… who do I want to choose… here.*
Damian is barely alive and violently sick. He’s snuck his way out of bed, sitting outside of his home next to the garden, he breaths in the outside air, eyes closed as he just tries to recover.
Sparrow is working out in the forest outside of his home. He does the best that he can to remain fit, looking at the ground, shirtless as he does push ups, sweating pretty hard.
Azeral is suddenly beside him, eyes narrowed. "you.. are supposed to be dead." He growls, his tone cold.
*I want to make my Manga protagonist a strugel... but that would take a lot of work.*
*I really like the idea of strugel batman.*
*You seem to have a deep love for Strugels, which I find an endearing part of your own character, I also like that idea, though it would take some doing indeed.*
*I am happy that you find me endearing in some manner.*
*This strugel will have to trim his fluff, since it's meant to keep them warm. Or maybe he has magical refrigerated clothes. That could be cool.*
*I find you endearing because you are, that’s all I have to say on that matter.*
*Based on how your last superhero when, that’s being Prospero, I imagine they will be an absolutely amazing character that I will love.*
*You have no right to die. You will die when ordered to do so.*
*Come soldier, the Nazis won't kill themselves.*
*True.. true enough. Very well my friend, caught up in your webs, I have managed to spin a few of my own to keep me stuck with you. A cage of my own design meant to keep me near you. Do you hear me my friend, my love, my everything. I rather be a fly, trapped in your schemes, than one free and lonely.*
*Yees*
*I knew you remembered.*
*All I get is a yes? Very well, seems as my love is thrown to ocean waves, sunken under the black seas. I shall throw myself there.*
*Pretty please, destroy the planet without imploding.*
*Darn. Here I wanted to take myself out with them.*
*I refuse to let you take yourself out. Wanna rp now?*
*Sure. I am thinking about bringing in my police detective Aasimar of Justice.*
*That sounds fun, who would you like to have, if anyone in particular at all.*
*Anyone will do. I will have any you provide.*
*Well that makes things difficult… who do I want to choose… here.*
Damian is barely alive and violently sick. He’s snuck his way out of bed, sitting outside of his home next to the garden, he breaths in the outside air, eyes closed as he just tries to recover.
Sparrow is working out in the forest outside of his home. He does the best that he can to remain fit, looking at the ground, shirtless as he does push ups, sweating pretty hard.
Azeral is suddenly beside him, eyes narrowed. "you.. are supposed to be dead." He growls, his tone cold.
Stroth sneaks up beside him, grinning madly.
He looks up to them, leaning back “I was… now I’m not… who are you?” He asks, sighing, he’s not interested in fighting anyone right now.
He doesn’t notice them, or pretends not to, continuing to work.
*You have no right to die. You will die when ordered to do so.*
*Come soldier, the Nazis won't kill themselves.*
*Can I beat them with my crowbar? Violently? Please?*
*Go right ahead, meat poppet.*
*Class is now in session! Time you've learned your lesson! Stare into the glare 'till the fascism's corrected! The bubbling, the troubling, you'll find it's less aggressive! Open up your mind, you'll be surprised what you might let in!*
*Pretty please, destroy the planet without imploding.*
*Darn. Here I wanted to take myself out with them.*
*I refuse to let you take yourself out. Wanna rp now?*
*Sure. I am thinking about bringing in my police detective Aasimar of Justice.*
*That sounds fun, who would you like to have, if anyone in particular at all.*
*Anyone will do. I will have any you provide.*
*Well that makes things difficult… who do I want to choose… here.*
Damian is barely alive and violently sick. He’s snuck his way out of bed, sitting outside of his home next to the garden, he breaths in the outside air, eyes closed as he just tries to recover.
Sparrow is working out in the forest outside of his home. He does the best that he can to remain fit, looking at the ground, shirtless as he does push ups, sweating pretty hard.
Azeral is suddenly beside him, eyes narrowed. "you.. are supposed to be dead." He growls, his tone cold.
Stroth sneaks up beside him, grinning madly.
He looks up to them, leaning back “I was… now I’m not… who are you?” He asks, sighing, he’s not interested in fighting anyone right now.
He doesn’t notice them, or pretends not to, continuing to work.
He pulls out his greatsword, his blade blade glinting "Natural order wishes you to be dead, not living."
*You have no right to die. You will die when ordered to do so.*
*Come soldier, the Nazis won't kill themselves.*
*True.. true enough. Very well my friend, caught up in your webs, I have managed to spin a few of my own to keep me stuck with you. A cage of my own design meant to keep me near you. Do you hear me my friend, my love, my everything. I rather be a fly, trapped in your schemes, than one free and lonely.*
*Yees*
*I knew you remembered.*
*All I get is a yes? Very well, seems as my love is thrown to ocean waves, sunken under the black seas. I shall throw myself there.*
*Pretty please, destroy the planet without imploding.*
*Darn. Here I wanted to take myself out with them.*
*I refuse to let you take yourself out. Wanna rp now?*
*Sure. I am thinking about bringing in my police detective Aasimar of Justice.*
*That sounds fun, who would you like to have, if anyone in particular at all.*
*Anyone will do. I will have any you provide.*
*Well that makes things difficult… who do I want to choose… here.*
Damian is barely alive and violently sick. He’s snuck his way out of bed, sitting outside of his home next to the garden, he breaths in the outside air, eyes closed as he just tries to recover.
Sparrow is working out in the forest outside of his home. He does the best that he can to remain fit, looking at the ground, shirtless as he does push ups, sweating pretty hard.
Azeral is suddenly beside him, eyes narrowed. "you.. are supposed to be dead." He growls, his tone cold.
Stroth sneaks up beside him, grinning madly.
He looks up to them, leaning back “I was… now I’m not… who are you?” He asks, sighing, he’s not interested in fighting anyone right now.
He doesn’t notice them, or pretends not to, continuing to work.
He pulls out his greatsword, his blade blade glinting "Natural order wishes you to be dead, not living."
Stroth bites his shoulder.
He looks at the blade, “I… just don’t have the energy… can you kill me tomorrow?” He asks, genuinely not trying to do this, obviously exhausted “I was killed, genius.”
He looks over to them, smiling as he continues the workout, “Hello, honey.” He gives them a kiss.
*Pretty please, destroy the planet without imploding.*
*Darn. Here I wanted to take myself out with them.*
*I refuse to let you take yourself out. Wanna rp now?*
*Sure. I am thinking about bringing in my police detective Aasimar of Justice.*
*That sounds fun, who would you like to have, if anyone in particular at all.*
*Anyone will do. I will have any you provide.*
*Well that makes things difficult… who do I want to choose… here.*
Damian is barely alive and violently sick. He’s snuck his way out of bed, sitting outside of his home next to the garden, he breaths in the outside air, eyes closed as he just tries to recover.
Sparrow is working out in the forest outside of his home. He does the best that he can to remain fit, looking at the ground, shirtless as he does push ups, sweating pretty hard.
Azeral is suddenly beside him, eyes narrowed. "you.. are supposed to be dead." He growls, his tone cold.
Stroth sneaks up beside him, grinning madly.
He looks up to them, leaning back “I was… now I’m not… who are you?” He asks, sighing, he’s not interested in fighting anyone right now.
He doesn’t notice them, or pretends not to, continuing to work.
He pulls out his greatsword, his blade blade glinting "Natural order wishes you to be dead, not living."
Stroth bites his shoulder.
He looks at the blade, “I… just don’t have the energy… can you kill me tomorrow?” He asks, genuinely not trying to do this, obviously exhausted “I was killed, genius.”
He looks over to them, smiling as he continues the workout, “Hello, honey.” He gives them a kiss.
Azeral narrowed his eyes, the black orbs now blazing blue "No. Your existence defies the natural order of life and death."
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
“Well… I just want to have a happy life with my family, don’t make me fight you, please.” He pushes himself to his feet slowly, coughing.
He hugs them back, getting out of push-up position to do so.
Azeral tilts his head "You have a family. How charming. Can you imagine each child out there that doesn't? Can you imagine each family that has lost their child?" He asked.
“Well… I just want to have a happy life with my family, don’t make me fight you, please.” He pushes himself to his feet slowly, coughing.
He hugs them back, getting out of push-up position to do so.
Azeral tilts his head "You have a family. How charming. Can you imagine each child out there that doesn't? Can you imagine each family that has lost their child?" He asked.
Stroth chuckles "How're you?"
“I can, I lived through that, my parents tossed me and my brother away like trash, no parents, having to grow up on our own. I’m not letting my daughter go through that the same way I did.” He says, coughing weakly.
*I want to make my Manga protagonist a strugel... but that would take a lot of work.*
*I really like the idea of strugel batman.*
*You seem to have a deep love for Strugels, which I find an endearing part of your own character, I also like that idea, though it would take some doing indeed.*
*I am happy that you find me endearing in some manner.*
*This strugel will have to trim his fluff, since it's meant to keep them warm. Or maybe he has magical refrigerated clothes. That could be cool.*
*I find you endearing because you are, that’s all I have to say on that matter.*
*Based on how your last superhero when, that’s being Prospero, I imagine they will be an absolutely amazing character that I will love.*
*I just made the art. It's adorable, as expected.*
*Now he actually has a reason to be an artificer: he can't keep up with the summoners and monsters he faces.*
*I want to make my Manga protagonist a strugel... but that would take a lot of work.*
*I really like the idea of strugel batman.*
*You seem to have a deep love for Strugels, which I find an endearing part of your own character, I also like that idea, though it would take some doing indeed.*
*I am happy that you find me endearing in some manner.*
*This strugel will have to trim his fluff, since it's meant to keep them warm. Or maybe he has magical refrigerated clothes. That could be cool.*
*I find you endearing because you are, that’s all I have to say on that matter.*
*Based on how your last superhero when, that’s being Prospero, I imagine they will be an absolutely amazing character that I will love.*
*I just made the art. It's adorable, as expected.*
*Now he actually has a reason to be an artificer: he can't keep up with the summoners and monsters he faces.*
*Again, all of this sounds like something I will love, but I suppose I will have to see.*
*I am happy that you find me endearing in some manner.*
*This strugel will have to trim his fluff, since it's meant to keep them warm. Or maybe he has magical refrigerated clothes. That could be cool.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oh hey Jobah, anyway does anyone else want to rp? Please? If anyone has the time of course.*
Azeral is suddenly beside him, eyes narrowed. "you.. are supposed to be dead." He growls, his tone cold.
Stroth sneaks up beside him, grinning madly.
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 find you endearing because you are, that’s all I have to say on that matter.*
*Based on how your last superhero when, that’s being Prospero, I imagine they will be an absolutely amazing character that I will love.*
*All I get is a yes? Very well, seems as my love is thrown to ocean waves, sunken under the black seas. I shall throw myself there.*
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 looks up to them, leaning back “I was… now I’m not… who are you?” He asks, sighing, he’s not interested in fighting anyone right now.
He doesn’t notice them, or pretends not to, continuing to work.
*Go right ahead, meat poppet.*
*Class is now in session!
Time you've learned your lesson!
Stare into the glare 'till the fascism's corrected!
The bubbling, the troubling, you'll find it's less aggressive!
Open up your mind, you'll be surprised what you might let in!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He pulls out his greatsword, his blade blade glinting "Natural order wishes you to be dead, not living."
Stroth bites his shoulder.
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 love you too, my delicious air-breather.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He looks at the blade, “I… just don’t have the energy… can you kill me tomorrow?” He asks, genuinely not trying to do this, obviously exhausted “I was killed, genius.”
He looks over to them, smiling as he continues the workout, “Hello, honey.” He gives them a kiss.
Azeral narrowed his eyes, the black orbs now blazing blue "No. Your existence defies the natural order of life and death."
Stroth grins and hugs him.
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
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
*Cut for Wendi.*
“Well… I just want to have a happy life with my family, don’t make me fight you, please.” He pushes himself to his feet slowly, coughing.
He hugs them back, getting out of push-up position to do so.
Azeral tilts his head "You have a family. How charming. Can you imagine each child out there that doesn't? Can you imagine each family that has lost their child?" He asked.
Stroth chuckles "How're you?"
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 can, I lived through that, my parents tossed me and my brother away like trash, no parents, having to grow up on our own. I’m not letting my daughter go through that the same way I did.” He says, coughing weakly.
“Doin’ as good as I can be, how ‘bout ya?”
*I just made the art. It's adorable, as expected.*
*Now he actually has a reason to be an artificer: he can't keep up with the summoners and monsters he faces.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Again, all of this sounds like something I will love, but I suppose I will have to see.*
*Anybody here who wants to rp?*
*Dang nobody? How awful.*
*I have been summoned by cheese*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.