Douxgras is attempting to make a cake golem outside. He keeps looking at his Necronomnomnomicon, looking for any mistakes he's made. He's constantly making adjustments.
The King of Cutlery approaches, "Hello, what are you working on?"
The sugarlich turns his skull-like head quickly, not expecting to be interrupted. "I-It's a cake golem. I'm making sure that it's good enough that the spirit inside won't just up and leave when summoned."
"Fascinating. I've never seen a golem made of cake before. Won't it go stale?"
"If magic can animate it, it can keep it fresh too." He checks his notes again and adjusts a strawberry.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Douxgras is attempting to make a cake golem outside. He keeps looking at his Necronomnomnomicon, looking for any mistakes he's made. He's constantly making adjustments.
The King of Cutlery approaches, "Hello, what are you working on?"
The sugarlich turns his skull-like head quickly, not expecting to be interrupted. "I-It's a cake golem. I'm making sure that it's good enough that the spirit inside won't just up and leave when summoned."
"Fascinating. I've never seen a golem made of cake before. Won't it go stale?"
"If magic can animate it, it can keep it fresh too." He checks his notes again and adjusts a strawberry.
"I see. But wouldn't it be too soft and delicate to interact with objects? What purpose does it serve, or is it merely a living work of art?" He snatches a fork from his crown quickly and holds it behind his back.
"Yep. Deep in a forest. I didn't get out much." She sips again and spills a little red on the table
"I'm from a deep forest as well." He exhales another stream of smoke, "What's that you're drinking?"
"Rhubarb."
He takes a long draw from his cigar, "Never tried it. Issit good?"
"I think so. I've heard it's an acquired taste. It's surprisingly easy to find"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"I think so. I've heard it's an acquired taste. It's surprisingly easy to find"
He breathes out and his grey smoke billows into the form of rhubarb leaves, briefly holding its shape before dissipating in a foul smelling haze. "Where does it grow?"
"If magic can animate it, it can keep it fresh too." He checks his notes again and adjusts a strawberry.
"I see. But wouldn't it be too soft and delicate to interact with objects? What purpose does it serve, or is it merely a living work of art?" He snatches a fork from his crown quickly and holds it behind his back.
"Clay golems are soft as well, but they can function perfectly well. They even resist blows that would annihilate a normal person. Cake golems have the same principle. I'm hoping to use it as an assistant. You know, muscle. I'm not in the right shape to carry around all the ingredients I need."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I think so. I've heard it's an acquired taste. It's surprisingly easy to find"
He breathes out and his grey smoke billows into the form of rhubarb leaves, briefly holding its shape before dissipating in a foul smelling haze. "Where does it grow?"
"Roadsides, sometimes. I like the leaves, but they're toxic to humans. The stems are good too"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"If magic can animate it, it can keep it fresh too." He checks his notes again and adjusts a strawberry.
"I see. But wouldn't it be too soft and delicate to interact with objects? What purpose does it serve, or is it merely a living work of art?" He snatches a fork from his crown quickly and holds it behind his back.
"Clay golems are soft as well, but they can function perfectly well. They even resist blows that would annihilate a normal person. Cake golems have the same principle. I'm hoping to use it as an assistant. You know, muscle. I'm not in the right shape to carry around all the ingredients I need."
"That's very interesting." He leans in close, inspecting the swirls of frosting. "You seem to be of similar gourmet magic."
"Clay golems are soft as well, but they can function perfectly well. They even resist blows that would annihilate a normal person. Cake golems have the same principle. I'm hoping to use it as an assistant. You know, muscle. I'm not in the right shape to carry around all the ingredients I need."
"That's very interesting." He leans in close, inspecting the swirls of frosting. "You seem to be of similar gourmet magic."
"Yeah. I made this body for myself using similar eldritch forces. I used to be a kobold, but I'm a lot bigger now. I'm a skilled sucromancer too, and a dabbler in lipidation magic."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Clay golems are soft as well, but they can function perfectly well. They even resist blows that would annihilate a normal person. Cake golems have the same principle. I'm hoping to use it as an assistant. You know, muscle. I'm not in the right shape to carry around all the ingredients I need."
"That's very interesting." He leans in close, inspecting the swirls of frosting. "You seem to be of similar gourmet magic."
"Yeah. I made this body for myself using similar eldritch forces. I used to be a kobold, but I'm a lot bigger now. I'm a skilled sucromancer too, and a dabbler in lipidation magic."
"I won't pretend to know the meaning of those words, but I'd assume they all have something to do with food and magic." He quickly stabs the golem with his fork, cutting out a slice and eating it.
"I think so. I've heard it's an acquired taste. It's surprisingly easy to find"
He breathes out and his grey smoke billows into the form of rhubarb leaves, briefly holding its shape before dissipating in a foul smelling haze. "Where does it grow?"
"Roadsides, sometimes. I like the leaves, but they're toxic to humans. The stems are good too"
"I'm immune to many toxins, but I don't typically enjoy greens."
"I think so. I've heard it's an acquired taste. It's surprisingly easy to find"
He breathes out and his grey smoke billows into the form of rhubarb leaves, briefly holding its shape before dissipating in a foul smelling haze. "Where does it grow?"
"Roadsides, sometimes. I like the leaves, but they're toxic to humans. The stems are good too"
"I'm immune to many toxins, but I don't typically enjoy greens."
"More like reds." she chuckles at her own joke
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"I think so. I've heard it's an acquired taste. It's surprisingly easy to find"
He breathes out and his grey smoke billows into the form of rhubarb leaves, briefly holding its shape before dissipating in a foul smelling haze. "Where does it grow?"
"Roadsides, sometimes. I like the leaves, but they're toxic to humans. The stems are good too"
"I'm immune to many toxins, but I don't typically enjoy greens."
"More like reds." she chuckles at her own joke
"Heheh, true." each chuckle is punctuated by a puff of smoke.
"Clay golems are soft as well, but they can function perfectly well. They even resist blows that would annihilate a normal person. Cake golems have the same principle. I'm hoping to use it as an assistant. You know, muscle. I'm not in the right shape to carry around all the ingredients I need."
"That's very interesting." He leans in close, inspecting the swirls of frosting. "You seem to be of similar gourmet magic."
"Yeah. I made this body for myself using similar eldritch forces. I used to be a kobold, but I'm a lot bigger now. I'm a skilled sucromancer too, and a dabbler in lipidation magic."
"I won't pretend to know the meaning of those words, but I'd assume they all have something to do with food and magic." He quickly stabs the golem with his fork, cutting out a slice and eating it.
It tastes incredible. It is completely nonmagical, but it is still a very good cake. Douxgras stares in disbelief, then begins to sputter in rage. "That wasn't yours to take! Now I have to start all over again! Even a slight imperfection could result in the spirit not wanting to stay! These arts are delicate and dangerous, and you can't just destroy them on a whim!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Clay golems are soft as well, but they can function perfectly well. They even resist blows that would annihilate a normal person. Cake golems have the same principle. I'm hoping to use it as an assistant. You know, muscle. I'm not in the right shape to carry around all the ingredients I need."
"That's very interesting." He leans in close, inspecting the swirls of frosting. "You seem to be of similar gourmet magic."
"Yeah. I made this body for myself using similar eldritch forces. I used to be a kobold, but I'm a lot bigger now. I'm a skilled sucromancer too, and a dabbler in lipidation magic."
"I won't pretend to know the meaning of those words, but I'd assume they all have something to do with food and magic." He quickly stabs the golem with his fork, cutting out a slice and eating it.
It tastes incredible. It is completely nonmagical, but it is still a very good cake. Douxgras stares in disbelief, then begins to sputter in rage. "That wasn't yours to take! Now I have to start all over again! Even a slight imperfection could result in the spirit not wanting to stay! These arts are delicate and dangerous, and you can't just destroy them on a whim!"
"I'm sorry, but you did use food as a building material. It is very good by the way, you're an excellent baker." He sticks the fork back among the others in his crown. "If I ruined it, and I am so sorry I did, are you going to use what's left?"
"I think so. I've heard it's an acquired taste. It's surprisingly easy to find"
He breathes out and his grey smoke billows into the form of rhubarb leaves, briefly holding its shape before dissipating in a foul smelling haze. "Where does it grow?"
"Roadsides, sometimes. I like the leaves, but they're toxic to humans. The stems are good too"
"I'm immune to many toxins, but I don't typically enjoy greens."
"More like reds." she chuckles at her own joke
"Heheh, true." each chuckle is punctuated by a puff of smoke.
"Are you smoking, or are you on fire?"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
It tastes incredible. It is completely nonmagical, but it is still a very good cake. Douxgras stares in disbelief, then begins to sputter in rage. "That wasn't yours to take! Now I have to start all over again! Even a slight imperfection could result in the spirit not wanting to stay! These arts are delicate and dangerous, and you can't just destroy them on a whim!"
"I'm sorry, but you did use food as a building material. It is very good by the way, you're an excellent baker." He sticks the fork back among the others in his crown. "If I ruined it, and I am so sorry I did, are you going to use what's left?"
"If I slashed off one of your son's fingers and ate it in front of you and said 'sorry, but you did make him out of meat,' would you accept that as an apology? And no, I can't reuse it. But I'm not letting you have any more. I'm giving it to someone who won't steal from me."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I think so. I've heard it's an acquired taste. It's surprisingly easy to find"
He breathes out and his grey smoke billows into the form of rhubarb leaves, briefly holding its shape before dissipating in a foul smelling haze. "Where does it grow?"
"Roadsides, sometimes. I like the leaves, but they're toxic to humans. The stems are good too"
"I'm immune to many toxins, but I don't typically enjoy greens."
"More like reds." she chuckles at her own joke
"Heheh, true." each chuckle is punctuated by a puff of smoke.
"Are you smoking, or are you on fire?"
He raises a shaggy eyebrow and holds up his cigar, "I'm smokin'."
It tastes incredible. It is completely nonmagical, but it is still a very good cake. Douxgras stares in disbelief, then begins to sputter in rage. "That wasn't yours to take! Now I have to start all over again! Even a slight imperfection could result in the spirit not wanting to stay! These arts are delicate and dangerous, and you can't just destroy them on a whim!"
"I'm sorry, but you did use food as a building material. It is very good by the way, you're an excellent baker." He sticks the fork back among the others in his crown. "If I ruined it, and I am so sorry I did, are you going to use what's left?"
"If I slashed off one of your son's fingers and ate it in front of you and said 'sorry, but you did make him out of meat,' would you accept that as an apology? And no, I can't reuse it. But I'm not letting you have any more. I'm giving it to someone who won't steal from me."
"Er... that is an odd analogy. What if I pay back what I damaged and help you make another one?"
"Er... that is an odd analogy. What if I pay back what I damaged and help you make another one?"
He folds his large, candy-floss-furred arms. "No. I'm not rewarding you for this behavior. You may have a crown, but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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"If magic can animate it, it can keep it fresh too." He checks his notes again and adjusts a strawberry.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He takes a long draw from his cigar, "Never tried it. Issit good?"
"I see. But wouldn't it be too soft and delicate to interact with objects? What purpose does it serve, or is it merely a living work of art?" He snatches a fork from his crown quickly and holds it behind his back.
"I think so. I've heard it's an acquired taste. It's surprisingly easy to find"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He breathes out and his grey smoke billows into the form of rhubarb leaves, briefly holding its shape before dissipating in a foul smelling haze. "Where does it grow?"
"Clay golems are soft as well, but they can function perfectly well. They even resist blows that would annihilate a normal person. Cake golems have the same principle. I'm hoping to use it as an assistant. You know, muscle. I'm not in the right shape to carry around all the ingredients I need."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Roadsides, sometimes. I like the leaves, but they're toxic to humans. The stems are good too"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"That's very interesting." He leans in close, inspecting the swirls of frosting. "You seem to be of similar gourmet magic."
"Yeah. I made this body for myself using similar eldritch forces. I used to be a kobold, but I'm a lot bigger now. I'm a skilled sucromancer too, and a dabbler in lipidation magic."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I won't pretend to know the meaning of those words, but I'd assume they all have something to do with food and magic." He quickly stabs the golem with his fork, cutting out a slice and eating it.
"I'm immune to many toxins, but I don't typically enjoy greens."
"More like reds." she chuckles at her own joke
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"Heheh, true." each chuckle is punctuated by a puff of smoke.
It tastes incredible. It is completely nonmagical, but it is still a very good cake. Douxgras stares in disbelief, then begins to sputter in rage. "That wasn't yours to take! Now I have to start all over again! Even a slight imperfection could result in the spirit not wanting to stay! These arts are delicate and dangerous, and you can't just destroy them on a whim!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm sorry, but you did use food as a building material. It is very good by the way, you're an excellent baker." He sticks the fork back among the others in his crown. "If I ruined it, and I am so sorry I did, are you going to use what's left?"
"Are you smoking, or are you on fire?"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"If I slashed off one of your son's fingers and ate it in front of you and said 'sorry, but you did make him out of meat,' would you accept that as an apology? And no, I can't reuse it. But I'm not letting you have any more. I'm giving it to someone who won't steal from me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He raises a shaggy eyebrow and holds up his cigar, "I'm smokin'."
"Er... that is an odd analogy. What if I pay back what I damaged and help you make another one?"
He folds his large, candy-floss-furred arms. "No. I'm not rewarding you for this behavior. You may have a crown, but that doesn't mean you can do whatever you want."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.