“Sure, why not. Just don’t get spotted, or fern will be even more mad.” Sprout heads in the direction. As they arrive, they hear shouting.
Fern states something, calmer than expected. “I’m breaking up with you, Cherry.”
"I'm quiet." he crouches behind a tree, eating popcorn somehow
"Oh, sure, okay. I'll just go back to hell, I guess." They rip off their flower crown and throw it at Fern's feet. It burns a sickening green flame, with a nasty sulfurous odor. "Why should I ever be happy?"
“Share, won’t you?”
”Cherry. I still really like you. But I overheard your whole conversation with Murphy. I just… need to know. That you’ll really choose me. I want you to be my partner, I really do. But I can’t if I always feel like Murphy’s just waiting. I’m sorry.” She cries a little, and picks up the flower crown, trying to repair it.
He nods, his mouth full. He puts the popcorn between the two of them
"I still like you too, Fern... But my life is falling apart..." The crown is irreparable. "I don't know what I need right now... i don't know who to listen to.... I don't know what to do..."
Sprout munches on it occasionally. He leans closer to AJ.
Fern sees the look in their eyes, and the crown, and starts to cry. “I-I just want you. I don’t know why I- I just- I can’t with Murphy. It’s just- every second I’m with you now- I feel paranoid. I have nightmares about being attacked again. I almost DID get attacked again. I-I-I. I love you cherry. I just can’t even love myself when I’m constantly having anxiety about Murphy.”
AJ ruffles Sprout's hair a little bit, sighing.
"I've never loved myself... I've never loved anything until I met you and Murphy... I..." They sit on the ground, staring at their hands. The shadows on their body melt away, revealing their true entire figure. "If... Murphy still loved me, he would have said something already... If he think's I'm making a bad decision... then I shouldn't listen to him, because... he... Gods, he's gonna hurt me if... I don't tell him that I'm done with him... Isn't he?... I... I can't do it. I can't keep him in my life... I'm... Should I just go?... I'm... I'm breaking again.."
Sprout seems tired, and he rests his head on AJ’s lap.
Fern rushes forward. “Don’t go. Will you- be my partner -again? Even though I was a massive jerk and being stupid? We can confront him together. You don’t have to be alone.” Fern begins to weave fresh flowers into the crown, their bright petals contrasting the burnt, dark and light combining harmoniously.
AJ mindlessly pets at Sprout's head, resituating himself
"I can't trust him anymore... Yes. Together. Together." With bare hands, and no shadows, they cling to Fern, shaking as they cry, their long black curly hair flowing in the wind. "Wow... look at these things." They say, seeing their actual skin. They adjust their glasses, sighing
“Wow, this is quite the drama.” Sprout whispers, softly almost purring, but in a more goat like way.
Fern clings to cherry as well. “Wow. You’re beautiful. Why don’t we go to my cabin and just…be together? We don’t have to even talk. I just want to be with you.”
Fern clings to cherry as well. “Wow. You’re beautiful. Why don’t we go to my cabin and just…be together? We don’t have to even talk. I just want to be with you.”
They nod, sniffling and shoving their hair into their hood as they put it on. "Yes... I would like that. A lot..."
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox. Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all. Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Profen alllll night", according to Himy. What he thinks I'm Profen, I'll never know
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
Fern clings to cherry as well. “Wow. You’re beautiful. Why don’t we go to my cabin and just…be together? We don’t have to even talk. I just want to be with you.”
They nod, sniffling and shoving their hair into their hood as they put it on. "Yes... I would like that. A lot..."
They pick up cherry. “Do you want some coffee when we get there? Hot cocoa?”
The sun catches easily on the newly polished, shined ashwood longbow laid across the lap of the rather sleepy looking hunter sat at the edge of the lake, glittering water still in the freshness of morning, the sand around them disturbed in a manner that suggests they were firing practice shots down at the innocuous little bird-like target hung from the branches of the treeline. Their hair is long, running down to their back and curled tightly, almost oiled, a deep ebony color tied back haphazardly in several loose braids gathered in an attempt at a low ponytail, to keep the loose hair out of their face. Their skin is nearly the color of the ashwood of their bow, with a warmer sienna hue, two goose feathers woven in neatly and clasped with simple brass clips. The hunter’s eyes themselves are a warm hazel-green, flecked with gold yet dulled with a leveling brown— they have a strong nose as well, thin and almost roman, a light dash of black kohl around the undereye. The most eye catching facial feature of them though is the faded, white scar running from their temple through the edge of the eyebrow and down to just above the jaw. Their clothing is a bit odd, clearly dated, with long brown toned trousers that have clearly seen better days, hand stitched with patterns of white elephants around the cuffs which hang loosely over black boots, a bit like moccasins though much more built to be like snow boots. Their tunic is banded and wrapped almost like a sari, comfortable and light over the simple sleeveless undershirt with a few more pattens sewn expertly down the seams. The dyed cloth is a faded, deep vermillion tone with earthy greens to complement, copper threads separating the two into neat sections of contrasting designs— one of flowers and one of thorns. Bracelets adorn their arms, simple and clearly handmade as well— the hunter closes their eyes with a quiet smile as they relax with the sounds of the morning songbirds. Their stitched quiver looks to be full— likely had just retrieved their training arrows— tied onto the thick belt around their waist, a hand running over the ornate, silvered bow on their lap. It takes a second to realize, but what appears to have been merely a trick of the light, a shadow in their lap, is actually some sort of rather large black cat with tall ears and faded spots. A serval, though how on earth someone would have found and kept a serval in New York City is anyone’s guess.
They gently pet their feline, though remain where they are, almost as if waiting for something, or someone.
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Fern clings to cherry as well. “Wow. You’re beautiful. Why don’t we go to my cabin and just…be together? We don’t have to even talk. I just want to be with you.”
They nod, sniffling and shoving their hair into their hood as they put it on. "Yes... I would like that. A lot..."
They pick up cherry. “Do you want some coffee when we get there? Hot cocoa?”
"Oh- Whoa, you're strong." They giggle and kick their feet a little bit. "Uhhh... Cocoa sounds really nice. That and a big, heavy blanket"
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox. Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all. Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Profen alllll night", according to Himy. What he thinks I'm Profen, I'll never know
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
The sun catches easily on the newly polished, shined ashwood longbow laid across the lap of the rather sleepy looking hunter sat at the edge of the lake, glittering water still in the freshness of morning, the sand around them disturbed in a manner that suggests they were firing practice shots down at the innocuous little bird-like target hung from the branches of the treeline. Their hair is long, running down to their back and curled tightly, almost oiled, a deep ebony color tied back haphazardly in several loose braids gathered in an attempt at a low ponytail, to keep the loose hair out of their face. Their skin is nearly the color of the ashwood of their bow, with a warmer sienna hue, two goose feathers woven in neatly and clasped with simple brass clips. The hunter’s eyes themselves are a warm hazel-green, flecked with gold yet dulled with a leveling brown— they have a strong nose as well, thin and almost roman, a light dash of black kohl around the undereye. The most eye catching facial feature of the rather slim hunter though is the faded, white scar running from their temple through the edge of the eyebrow and down to just above the jaw. Their clothing is a bit odd, clearly dated, with long brown toned trousers that have clearly seen better days, hand stitched with patterns of white elephants around the cuffs which hang loosely over black boots, a bit like moccasins though much more built to be like snow boots. Their tunic is banded and wrapped almost like a sari, comfortable and light over the simple sleeveless undershirt with a few more pattens sewn expertly down the seams. The dyed cloth is a faded, deep vermillion tone with earthy greens to complement, copper threads separating the two into neat sections of contrasting designs— one of flowers and one of thorns. Bracelets adorn their arms, simple and clearly handmade as well— the hunter closes their eyes with a quiet smile as they relax with the sounds of the morning songbirds. Their stitched quiver looks to be full— likely had just retrieved their training arrows— tied onto the thick belt around their waist, a hand running over the ornate, silvered bow on their lap. It takes a second to realize, but what appears to have been merely a trick of the light, a shadow in their lap, is actually some sort of rather large black cat with tall ears and faded spots. A serval, though how on earth someone would have found and kept a serval in New York City is anyone’s guess.
They gently pet their feline, though remain where they are, almost as if waiting for something, or someone.
*CYNOOOO naner had something he wanted me to ask you cause u had a better answer? I’m gonna pm you.*
*CYNOOOO naner had something he wanted me to ask you cause u had a better answer? I’m gonna pm you.*
*hello! and sure yea go ahead.*
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Fern clings to cherry as well. “Wow. You’re beautiful. Why don’t we go to my cabin and just…be together? We don’t have to even talk. I just want to be with you.”
They nod, sniffling and shoving their hair into their hood as they put it on. "Yes... I would like that. A lot..."
They pick up cherry. “Do you want some coffee when we get there? Hot cocoa?”
"Oh- Whoa, you're strong." They giggle and kick their feet a little bit. "Uhhh... Cocoa sounds really nice. That and a big, heavy blanket"
“What do you think the half satyr in me’s for? Just for the cute nose?” They arrive at the cabin.
Sprout sits up. “Well, that’s a happy ending.” They remark, before kissing AJ.
Fern clings to cherry as well. “Wow. You’re beautiful. Why don’t we go to my cabin and just…be together? We don’t have to even talk. I just want to be with you.”
They nod, sniffling and shoving their hair into their hood as they put it on. "Yes... I would like that. A lot..."
They pick up cherry. “Do you want some coffee when we get there? Hot cocoa?”
"Oh- Whoa, you're strong." They giggle and kick their feet a little bit. "Uhhh... Cocoa sounds really nice. That and a big, heavy blanket"
“What do you think the half satyr in me’s for? Just for the cute nose?” They arrive at the cabin.
Sprout sits up. “Well, that’s a happy ending.” They remark, before kissing AJ.
"I did think that, actually." But then they shake their head and laugh, burying their face in Fern's shoulder
AJ kisses back before reaching for his shotgun. "I'll be there for them... I have to."
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox. Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all. Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Profen alllll night", according to Himy. What he thinks I'm Profen, I'll never know
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
Fern clings to cherry as well. “Wow. You’re beautiful. Why don’t we go to my cabin and just…be together? We don’t have to even talk. I just want to be with you.”
They nod, sniffling and shoving their hair into their hood as they put it on. "Yes... I would like that. A lot..."
They pick up cherry. “Do you want some coffee when we get there? Hot cocoa?”
"Oh- Whoa, you're strong." They giggle and kick their feet a little bit. "Uhhh... Cocoa sounds really nice. That and a big, heavy blanket"
“What do you think the half satyr in me’s for? Just for the cute nose?” They arrive at the cabin.
Sprout sits up. “Well, that’s a happy ending.” They remark, before kissing AJ.
"I did think that, actually." But then they shake their head and laugh, burying their face in Fern's shoulder
AJ kisses back before reaching for his shotgun. "I'll be there for them... I have to."
They set cherry down on the bed, then start to heat up some milk for the hot cocoa.
Fern clings to cherry as well. “Wow. You’re beautiful. Why don’t we go to my cabin and just…be together? We don’t have to even talk. I just want to be with you.”
They nod, sniffling and shoving their hair into their hood as they put it on. "Yes... I would like that. A lot..."
They pick up cherry. “Do you want some coffee when we get there? Hot cocoa?”
"Oh- Whoa, you're strong." They giggle and kick their feet a little bit. "Uhhh... Cocoa sounds really nice. That and a big, heavy blanket"
“What do you think the half satyr in me’s for? Just for the cute nose?” They arrive at the cabin.
Sprout sits up. “Well, that’s a happy ending.” They remark, before kissing AJ.
"I did think that, actually." But then they shake their head and laugh, burying their face in Fern's shoulder
AJ kisses back before reaching for his shotgun. "I'll be there for them... I have to."
They set cherry down on the bed, then start to heat up some milk for the hot cocoa.
”for whom?”
They stretch out and get comfortable, wiping their tears away.
"For the tiny human and your sibling. This Murphy... Has committed an unforgivable sin." His shotgun begins to glow on the sides off the barrel, bearing red, glowing text. 'Murphy'... That can't be good.
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox. Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all. Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Profen alllll night", according to Himy. What he thinks I'm Profen, I'll never know
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
Fern clings to cherry as well. “Wow. You’re beautiful. Why don’t we go to my cabin and just…be together? We don’t have to even talk. I just want to be with you.”
They nod, sniffling and shoving their hair into their hood as they put it on. "Yes... I would like that. A lot..."
They pick up cherry. “Do you want some coffee when we get there? Hot cocoa?”
"Oh- Whoa, you're strong." They giggle and kick their feet a little bit. "Uhhh... Cocoa sounds really nice. That and a big, heavy blanket"
“What do you think the half satyr in me’s for? Just for the cute nose?” They arrive at the cabin.
Sprout sits up. “Well, that’s a happy ending.” They remark, before kissing AJ.
"I did think that, actually." But then they shake their head and laugh, burying their face in Fern's shoulder
AJ kisses back before reaching for his shotgun. "I'll be there for them... I have to."
They set cherry down on the bed, then start to heat up some milk for the hot cocoa.
”for whom?”
They stretch out and get comfortable, wiping their tears away.
"For the tiny human and your sibling. This Murphy... Has committed an unforgivable sin." His shotgun begins to glow on the sides off the barrel, bearing red, glowing text. 'Murphy'... That can't be good.
Fern clings to cherry as well. “Wow. You’re beautiful. Why don’t we go to my cabin and just…be together? We don’t have to even talk. I just want to be with you.”
They nod, sniffling and shoving their hair into their hood as they put it on. "Yes... I would like that. A lot..."
They pick up cherry. “Do you want some coffee when we get there? Hot cocoa?”
"Oh- Whoa, you're strong." They giggle and kick their feet a little bit. "Uhhh... Cocoa sounds really nice. That and a big, heavy blanket"
“What do you think the half satyr in me’s for? Just for the cute nose?” They arrive at the cabin.
Sprout sits up. “Well, that’s a happy ending.” They remark, before kissing AJ.
"I did think that, actually." But then they shake their head and laugh, burying their face in Fern's shoulder
AJ kisses back before reaching for his shotgun. "I'll be there for them... I have to."
They set cherry down on the bed, then start to heat up some milk for the hot cocoa.
”for whom?”
They stretch out and get comfortable, wiping their tears away.
"For the tiny human and your sibling. This Murphy... Has committed an unforgivable sin." His shotgun begins to glow on the sides off the barrel, bearing red, glowing text. 'Murphy'... That can't be good.
Fern lays a weighted blanket on them.
"Just don't kill him too bad, will 'ya?"
*sorry, had to do stuff*
"Mmm, cozy." They smile and lean up to kiss Fern, feeling better already, it seems
"No promises. You won't be upset if I hurt him, will you, darling?"
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Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox. Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all. Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Profen alllll night", according to Himy. What he thinks I'm Profen, I'll never know
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
The sun catches easily on the newly polished, shined ashwood longbow laid across the lap of the rather sleepy looking hunter sat at the edge of the lake, glittering water still in the freshness of morning, the sand around them disturbed in a manner that suggests they were firing practice shots down at the innocuous little bird-like target hung from the branches of the treeline. Their hair is long, running down to their back and curled tightly, almost oiled, a deep ebony color tied back haphazardly in several loose braids gathered in an attempt at a low ponytail, to keep the loose hair out of their face. Their skin is nearly the color of the ashwood of their bow, with a warmer sienna hue, two goose feathers woven in neatly and clasped with simple brass clips. The hunter’s eyes themselves are a warm hazel-green, flecked with gold yet dulled with a leveling brown— they have a strong nose as well, thin and almost roman, a light dash of black kohl around the undereye. The most eye catching facial feature of them though is the faded, white scar running from their temple through the edge of the eyebrow and down to just above the jaw. Their clothing is a bit odd, clearly dated, with long brown toned trousers that have clearly seen better days, hand stitched with patterns of white elephants around the cuffs which hang loosely over black boots, a bit like moccasins though much more built to be like snow boots. Their tunic is banded and wrapped almost like a sari, comfortable and light over the simple sleeveless undershirt with a few more pattens sewn expertly down the seams. The dyed cloth is a faded, deep vermillion tone with earthy greens to complement, copper threads separating the two into neat sections of contrasting designs— one of flowers and one of thorns. Bracelets adorn their arms, simple and clearly handmade as well— the hunter closes their eyes with a quiet smile as they relax with the sounds of the morning songbirds. Their stitched quiver looks to be full— likely had just retrieved their training arrows— tied onto the thick belt around their waist, a hand running over the ornate, silvered bow on their lap. It takes a second to realize, but what appears to have been merely a trick of the light, a shadow in their lap, is actually some sort of rather large black cat with tall ears and faded spots. A serval, though how on earth someone would have found and kept a serval in New York City is anyone’s guess.
They gently pet their feline, though remain where they are, almost as if waiting for something, or someone.
Watching the hunter is a little boy with black hair tied into a braid, green clothing, pale skin, and green eyes carrying a lute. He plays a chord, humming to himself, and waves. “Cool cat! It’s a serval right?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
“Wow, this is quite the drama.” Sprout whispers, softly almost purring, but in a more goat like way.
Fern clings to cherry as well. “Wow. You’re beautiful. Why don’t we go to my cabin and just…be together? We don’t have to even talk. I just want to be with you.”
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
They nod, sniffling and shoving their hair into their hood as they put it on. "Yes... I would like that. A lot..."
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox. Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all. Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Profen alllll night", according to Himy. What he thinks I'm Profen, I'll never know
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
They pick up cherry. “Do you want some coffee when we get there? Hot cocoa?”
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
The sun catches easily on the newly polished, shined ashwood longbow laid across the lap of the rather sleepy looking hunter sat at the edge of the lake, glittering water still in the freshness of morning, the sand around them disturbed in a manner that suggests they were firing practice shots down at the innocuous little bird-like target hung from the branches of the treeline. Their hair is long, running down to their back and curled tightly, almost oiled, a deep ebony color tied back haphazardly in several loose braids gathered in an attempt at a low ponytail, to keep the loose hair out of their face. Their skin is nearly the color of the ashwood of their bow, with a warmer sienna hue, two goose feathers woven in neatly and clasped with simple brass clips. The hunter’s eyes themselves are a warm hazel-green, flecked with gold yet dulled with a leveling brown— they have a strong nose as well, thin and almost roman, a light dash of black kohl around the undereye. The most eye catching facial feature of them though is the faded, white scar running from their temple through the edge of the eyebrow and down to just above the jaw. Their clothing is a bit odd, clearly dated, with long brown toned trousers that have clearly seen better days, hand stitched with patterns of white elephants around the cuffs which hang loosely over black boots, a bit like moccasins though much more built to be like snow boots. Their tunic is banded and wrapped almost like a sari, comfortable and light over the simple sleeveless undershirt with a few more pattens sewn expertly down the seams. The dyed cloth is a faded, deep vermillion tone with earthy greens to complement, copper threads separating the two into neat sections of contrasting designs— one of flowers and one of thorns. Bracelets adorn their arms, simple and clearly handmade as well— the hunter closes their eyes with a quiet smile as they relax with the sounds of the morning songbirds. Their stitched quiver looks to be full— likely had just retrieved their training arrows— tied onto the thick belt around their waist, a hand running over the ornate, silvered bow on their lap. It takes a second to realize, but what appears to have been merely a trick of the light, a shadow in their lap, is actually some sort of rather large black cat with tall ears and faded spots. A serval, though how on earth someone would have found and kept a serval in New York City is anyone’s guess.
They gently pet their feline, though remain where they are, almost as if waiting for something, or someone.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Oh- Whoa, you're strong." They giggle and kick their feet a little bit. "Uhhh... Cocoa sounds really nice. That and a big, heavy blanket"
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox. Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all. Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Profen alllll night", according to Himy. What he thinks I'm Profen, I'll never know
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
*CYNOOOO naner had something he wanted me to ask you cause u had a better answer? I’m gonna pm you.*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*hello! and sure yea go ahead.*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • happily married to my lovely redpelt, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“What do you think the half satyr in me’s for? Just for the cute nose?” They arrive at the cabin.
Sprout sits up. “Well, that’s a happy ending.” They remark, before kissing AJ.
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
"I did think that, actually." But then they shake their head and laugh, burying their face in Fern's shoulder
AJ kisses back before reaching for his shotgun. "I'll be there for them... I have to."
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox. Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all. Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Profen alllll night", according to Himy. What he thinks I'm Profen, I'll never know
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
They set cherry down on the bed, then start to heat up some milk for the hot cocoa.
”for whom?”
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*Am on but I have to go and prolly won’t be on much today.*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
They stretch out and get comfortable, wiping their tears away.
"For the tiny human and your sibling. This Murphy... Has committed an unforgivable sin." His shotgun begins to glow on the sides off the barrel, bearing red, glowing text. 'Murphy'...
That can't be good.
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox. Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all. Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Profen alllll night", according to Himy. What he thinks I'm Profen, I'll never know
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
Fern lays a weighted blanket on them.
"Just don't kill him too bad, will 'ya?"
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
(Sorry, had to get ready for the day)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
*oh all good :3*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
(I think I’m free now though. Might disappear again once I get to school tho)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
*do u wanna intro?*
Sorlock fanatic (I’m not a minmaxer I swear)
*sorry, had to do stuff*
"Mmm, cozy." They smile and lean up to kiss Fern, feeling better already, it seems
"No promises. You won't be upset if I hurt him, will you, darling?"
Indubitably the real account of the Salem you're thinking of, Mx. Mason Spark, the Prodigal Fox. Still a furry, still a weirdo. Love y'all. Oh, I'm they/them now.
"Profen alllll night", according to Himy. What he thinks I'm Profen, I'll never know
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
Would you please forgive me? While I cannot love myself, I'll choose someone else. - BNL Cult of the Fox
*bak*
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
Watching the hunter is a little boy with black hair tied into a braid, green clothing, pale skin, and green eyes carrying a lute. He plays a chord, humming to himself, and waves. “Cool cat! It’s a serval right?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
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