*Getting ready to play, and I've decided last moment that he should have fur... made of fungus. It feels like regular fuzzy fluff, but in reality, he's more mushroom and machine than man now.*
He hops off of the broom, leaving it outside as he comes inside with them, “You three…” He stops himself from saying something.
“There should be something in the pantry, it won’t be too hard to find.”
He sighs, smiling just a little bit as he realizes the situation, “If it doesn’t, it’s a great step~” (Good place to end?)
"Yes?" Sylvin asks, sitting at a booth
he sighs, scampering to the pantry and looking through it
(yeah, PM? want anybody else?)
He shakes his head, sitting down with them, “It’s nothing. Totally.” His cool look cracking for a moment.
There’s enough sustained flesh inside, and readily accessible for them too.
(Sure, and not particularly. Your turn to choose.)
"you're lyyyyingg~" she says in a tuneful voice, smirking
He grabs some, ready to take it to Crodocillion
Jack is sitting on the ceiling of the tavern.
He looks down at the table, “I definitely am, but it’s nothing.” He rubs the back of his neck.
It comes out of the garden swamp at their scent, resting on the shore, its multiple eyes staring at them.
Mark is training outside of the Tavern, though they don’t see them.
"Tell me, and I'll buy the first two rounds~" she puts a claw under his chin
"Hey, buddy." he smiles, bending down to pet it
Jack walks out of the tavern, and on the air, still upside down
He considers both of the options, before shrugging “Just something you’d all likely disagree with.”
It lurches back for a moment before letting them pet it.
Mark doesn’t notice for a bit, until he recognizes their scent and turns over to them, smiling.
"Still doesn't matter, but fine. We'll drop it." she orders three beers
"Yeah.. I know, I'm the new guy around here.. I got some food, though." he holds out the flesh
"there you are, handsome." he smiles, jumping down and landing rightside up.
He orders himself the heaviest drink he can get, beginning to drink before asking them, his eyes slightly drunk as he sighs “Do you… wanna be my girlfriend? Not like, in the formal way it is now?”
It opens it’s mouth, it’s mouth wrapping around their arm as it begins to consume the flesh, making sure not to bite them.
He puts down his sword, hugging them tightly “I was looking for you all morning, I missed you.”
NEw voliere members just dropped The Silver swan: The boss. Secret identity; pulls the strings from behind the curtain. She is conniving, manipulative, and vindictive. Nightingale: Opera star and playboy who loves to break hearts Shrike: The cold, precise, and undauntable medic/assassin. Known to use blood magic to turn the tides of a fight. Wickedly good shot. Starling: A brawling beauty, capable of expertly conning even the clever. One of a pair with her twin brother. Grackle: Getaway driver and boxer with a way with horses and a knack for dirty tricks. One of a pair with his twin sister, and harshly protective guardian of raven Raven: The youngest member, but scrappy and creative. She can turn into a wolf, which is great for getting out of tight spots and finishing fights. Payment collector, alibi, and all-rounder.
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 hops off of the broom, leaving it outside as he comes inside with them, “You three…” He stops himself from saying something.
“There should be something in the pantry, it won’t be too hard to find.”
He sighs, smiling just a little bit as he realizes the situation, “If it doesn’t, it’s a great step~” (Good place to end?)
"Yes?" Sylvin asks, sitting at a booth
he sighs, scampering to the pantry and looking through it
(yeah, PM? want anybody else?)
He shakes his head, sitting down with them, “It’s nothing. Totally.” His cool look cracking for a moment.
There’s enough sustained flesh inside, and readily accessible for them too.
(Sure, and not particularly. Your turn to choose.)
"you're lyyyyingg~" she says in a tuneful voice, smirking
He grabs some, ready to take it to Crodocillion
Jack is sitting on the ceiling of the tavern.
He looks down at the table, “I definitely am, but it’s nothing.” He rubs the back of his neck.
It comes out of the garden swamp at their scent, resting on the shore, its multiple eyes staring at them.
Mark is training outside of the Tavern, though they don’t see them.
"Tell me, and I'll buy the first two rounds~" she puts a claw under his chin
"Hey, buddy." he smiles, bending down to pet it
Jack walks out of the tavern, and on the air, still upside down
He considers both of the options, before shrugging “Just something you’d all likely disagree with.”
It lurches back for a moment before letting them pet it.
Mark doesn’t notice for a bit, until he recognizes their scent and turns over to them, smiling.
"Still doesn't matter, but fine. We'll drop it." she orders three beers
"Yeah.. I know, I'm the new guy around here.. I got some food, though." he holds out the flesh
"there you are, handsome." he smiles, jumping down and landing rightside up.
He orders himself the heaviest drink he can get, beginning to drink before asking them, his eyes slightly drunk as he sighs “Do you… wanna be my girlfriend? Not like, in the formal way it is now?”
It opens it’s mouth, it’s mouth wrapping around their arm as it begins to consume the flesh, making sure not to bite them.
He puts down his sword, hugging them tightly “I was looking for you all morning, I missed you.”
"Is that something you truly want? You've got a lot on your plate at the moment."
he just kinda sits there, watching it. He can see the beauty in it Ambrosia does
"Sorry, I was on the ceiling." he hugs them back, kissing their forehead.
“I’ve been through worse with fewer people to lean on. Is that something you would want?”
It eventually lets go of their arm, which is now drenched in blood before lying its head on their lap, looking for pets.
They blush from the kiss nonetheless, smiling stupidly up at them, “That explains it.”
Damian cuts off after a while, “You shouldn’t destroy your liver any more than you have today.”
Milo runs over to them, sitting down nearby, waving politely with a smile.
Someone is watching them from nearby.
He shakes his head, sitting down with them, “It’s nothing. Totally.” His cool look cracking for a moment.
There’s enough sustained flesh inside, and readily accessible for them too.
(Sure, and not particularly. Your turn to choose.)
"I don't really need it anymore" they say drunkenly though fully correct (For context they are a vampire spawn)
The chef waves them "Hello"
She looks around
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
(Yeah I know, but Damian doesn’t know that.)
“Eh, fair enough, but we’d rather not lose our entire supply of red wine, it’s rather expensive.”
“Hello, what’re makin’ bud?” He asks curiously.
She can’t seem to find anything, though whatever is watching her doesn’t seem evil.
He looks down at the table, “I definitely am, but it’s nothing.” He rubs the back of his neck.
It comes out of the garden swamp at their scent, resting on the shore, its multiple eyes staring at them.
Mark is training outside of the Tavern, though they don’t see them.
She tilts her head "Hmm"
"Some aberrant calamari" he puts little flakes of something on them
She sighs "What the f**k are you? And please stop hiding..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
“I can get you some more alcohol too.”
“Sounds delicious, can I have some?” He asks, reaching for some money in his pockets.
What appears to be an old man devoid of color walks towards them, gravity strange around him, using a warhammer as a cane.
*Getting ready to play, and I've decided last moment that he should have fur... made of fungus. It feels like regular fuzzy fluff, but in reality, he's more mushroom and machine than man now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He considers both of the options, before shrugging “Just something you’d all likely disagree with.”
It lurches back for a moment before letting them pet it.
Mark doesn’t notice for a bit, until he recognizes their scent and turns over to them, smiling.
She turns to him "Can I get some cactus whiskey?"
He gives him a portion "It does 'ave a bi' of alcohol"
She blinks, confused
*GTG*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
“Cactus whiskey?” He grabs a cup, beginning to stylishly fill the glass.
He looks at the little bit he was given before taking a bite out it.
“My mistake ma’am, I simply thought I recognized the smell of… not divinity, but something.” He says, his voice dry and tired.
He orders himself the heaviest drink he can get, beginning to drink before asking them, his eyes slightly drunk as he sighs “Do you… wanna be my girlfriend? Not like, in the formal way it is now?”
It opens it’s mouth, it’s mouth wrapping around their arm as it begins to consume the flesh, making sure not to bite them.
He puts down his sword, hugging them tightly “I was looking for you all morning, I missed you.”
NEw voliere members just dropped
The Silver swan: The boss. Secret identity; pulls the strings from behind the curtain. She is conniving, manipulative, and vindictive.
Nightingale: Opera star and playboy who loves to break hearts
Shrike: The cold, precise, and undauntable medic/assassin. Known to use blood magic to turn the tides of a fight. Wickedly good shot.
Starling: A brawling beauty, capable of expertly conning even the clever. One of a pair with her twin brother.
Grackle: Getaway driver and boxer with a way with horses and a knack for dirty tricks. One of a pair with his twin sister, and harshly protective guardian of raven
Raven: The youngest member, but scrappy and creative. She can turn into a wolf, which is great for getting out of tight spots and finishing fights. Payment collector, alibi, and all-rounder.
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’ve been through worse with fewer people to lean on. Is that something you would want?”
It eventually lets go of their arm, which is now drenched in blood before lying its head on their lap, looking for pets.
They blush from the kiss nonetheless, smiling stupidly up at them, “That explains it.”
*Cut for Salem.*
He sighs, relieved as he drinks “That’s agreed upon by all three of you?”
It rumbles softly, looking at them as Ambrosia watches from the door to the garden, proud of them.
“The one place I’d never except to find my boyfriend, above me.”