The tall cashier is restocking the warmers and coolers, then checking on the chefbots. His scales are milky white, and his eyes are a gentle purple. His style is flamboyant and worn down, with bright colors and sweet scents.
The one-eyed barista is preparing the menu for the cafe portion of the enormous store. The strugel looks exhausted, like he's been up for hours despite the clocks reading 7:00 AM. He moves slowly and shakily, dressed in a standard employee uniform.
Somewhere deep in Complex Green, a singular old computer monitor lies on it's side. On the screen is the symbol below, flickering on and off.
*hey EJO you want our chars to work together? I have a hacker and you're a virus we could do some dual personality stuff since they're also sort of a cyborg*
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wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith re-entering my emo arc you’re all really cool – know that please extended sig here, check it out!
The tall cashier is restocking the warmers and coolers, then checking on the chefbots. His scales are milky white, and his eyes are a gentle purple. His style is flamboyant and worn down, with bright colors and sweet scents.
The one-eyed barista is preparing the menu for the cafe portion of the enormous store. The strugel looks exhausted, like he's been up for hours despite the clocks reading 7:00 AM. He moves slowly and shakily, dressed in a standard employee uniform.
A silver and gilded mech approaches the counter, rising at six feet tall, wide and bulky. "Excuse me; Are you open yet?"
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Amid the dark halls of Complex Green, a shadow of a footfall falls, rapidly approaching their destination -- Algernon. Padding lightly on their metal feet, a tall, skinny figure approaches -- and as the faint light illuminates them, a shocking figure emerges.
Face and body warped by metal, a tall person stands there -- face striking in a strange way, as there's not quite a differentiation between metal and skin, the artificial constantly shifting and changing. Clad in a slightly large, gray jumpsuit and poking gently at a small tablet, they fit the image of a sleepwalker -- but they're certainly awake, as them looking up and shouting "Hello?" to the darkness proves.
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wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith re-entering my emo arc you’re all really cool – know that please extended sig here, check it out!
Somewhere deep in Complex Green, a singular old computer monitor lies on it's side. On the screen is the symbol below, flickering on and off.
*hey EJO you want our chars to work together? I have a hacker and you're a virus we could do some dual personality stuff since they're also sort of a cyborg*
*oooh yeah that sounds good. I have to go soonish though*
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
In Complex Yellow, the 'Giving Hand' is open for the day. People of all kinds seem to swarm to the door like bees to a hive. Inside is lively, warm lights filling the room and people sitting in comfortable booths, chatting with one another while faceless robotic servers serve food of all kinds. In the back, a roar is heard.
A large man, much larger than normal, stomps out with a cook in hand. He wears an all black chefs uniform with the name 'Head Chef Samaritan' right stitched on the top left corner of the apron. His face is covered by a golden skull mask, glittering in the warm light. His eyes burn behind it, orbs of fiery amber that blaze.
He throws the cook out the door "IF YOU WANT TO MAKE REMARKS LAD, I SUGGEST YOU DO IT SOMEPLACE ELSE FROM NOW ON!" he bellows, his heavy boots thudding against the ground as he stares down the fellow now in a dirty puddle "YOU BLOODY SNAKE. DONT BE TALKING SHITE ABOUT MY FOOD IN MY RESTAURANT WHERE I CAN HEAR IT!"
Somewhere deep in Complex Green, a singular old computer monitor lies on it's side. On the screen is the symbol below, flickering on and off.
*hey EJO you want our chars to work together? I have a hacker and you're a virus we could do some dual personality stuff since they're also sort of a cyborg*
*oooh yeah that sounds good. I have to go soonish though*
*K. I'll PM you later about ideas.*
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wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith re-entering my emo arc you’re all really cool – know that please extended sig here, check it out!
In Complex Yellow, the 'Giving Hand' is open for the day. People of all kinds seem to swarm to the door like bees to a hive. Inside is lively, warm lights filling the room and people sitting in comfortable booths, chatting with one another while faceless robotic servers serve food of all kinds. In the back, a roar is heard.
A large man, much larger than normal, stomps out with a cook in hand. He wears an all black chefs uniform with the name 'Head Chef Samaritan' right stitched on the top left corner of the apron. His face is covered by a golden skull mask, glittering in the warm light. His eyes burn behind it, orbs of fiery amber that blaze.
He throws the cook out the door "IF YOU WANT TO MAKE REMARKS LAD, I SUGGEST YOU DO IT SOMEPLACE ELSE FROM NOW ON!" he bellows, his heavy boots thudding against the ground as he stares down the fellow now in a dirty puddle "YOU BLOODY SNAKE. DONT BE TALKING SHITE ABOUT MY FOOD IN MY RESTAURANT WHERE I CAN HEAR IT!"
A very sloshed and large herangon chuckles at the sight, her head in her paw, ears flopped over.
She wears simple leggings, boots and a tunic, her figure tall and broad, slightly overweight. Her eyes are a very soft and inviting purple, her fur a medium grey, long and soft
her elbow is on the bar, face flush with drink. "Silly...stupid cook, should know not to talk about the food...."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The tall cashier is restocking the warmers and coolers, then checking on the chefbots. His scales are milky white, and his eyes are a gentle purple. His style is flamboyant and worn down, with bright colors and sweet scents.
The one-eyed barista is preparing the menu for the cafe portion of the enormous store. The strugel looks exhausted, like he's been up for hours despite the clocks reading 7:00 AM. He moves slowly and shakily, dressed in a standard employee uniform.
A silver and gilded mech approaches the counter, rising at six feet tall, wide and bulky. "Excuse me; Are you open yet?"
He nods, standing up straight on his little step-stool. "Yup. We got everything you need and everything you want, and then some extra just for fun. Is there anything I can get you?"
The tall cashier is restocking the warmers and coolers, then checking on the chefbots. His scales are milky white, and his eyes are a gentle purple. His style is flamboyant and worn down, with bright colors and sweet scents.
The one-eyed barista is preparing the menu for the cafe portion of the enormous store. The strugel looks exhausted, like he's been up for hours despite the clocks reading 7:00 AM. He moves slowly and shakily, dressed in a standard employee uniform.
A silver and gilded mech approaches the counter, rising at six feet tall, wide and bulky. "Excuse me; Are you open yet?"
He nods, standing up straight on his little step-stool. "Yup. We got everything you need and everything you want, and then some extra just for fun. Is there anything I can get you?"
"Just... something to get me through the day. whatever has the most caffeine." his voice is weak and tired, coming over a speaker in the mech
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*Hmmmmm.... I might bring my cyberpunk npcs from my cyberpunk campaign*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
In Complex Yellow, the 'Giving Hand' is open for the day. People of all kinds seem to swarm to the door like bees to a hive. Inside is lively, warm lights filling the room and people sitting in comfortable booths, chatting with one another while faceless robotic servers serve food of all kinds. In the back, a roar is heard.
A large man, much larger than normal, stomps out with a cook in hand. He wears an all black chefs uniform with the name 'Head Chef Samaritan' right stitched on the top left corner of the apron. His face is covered by a golden skull mask, glittering in the warm light. His eyes burn behind it, orbs of fiery amber that blaze.
He throws the cook out the door "IF YOU WANT TO MAKE REMARKS LAD, I SUGGEST YOU DO IT SOMEPLACE ELSE FROM NOW ON!" he bellows, his heavy boots thudding against the ground as he stares down the fellow now in a dirty puddle "YOU BLOODY SNAKE. DONT BE TALKING SHITE ABOUT MY FOOD IN MY RESTAURANT WHERE I CAN HEAR IT!"
A very sloshed and large herangon chuckles at the sight, her head in her paw, ears flopped over.
She wears simple leggings, boots and a tunic, her figure tall and broad, slightly overweight. Her eyes are a very soft and inviting purple, her fur a medium grey, long and soft
her elbow is on the bar, face flush with drink. "Silly...stupid cook, should know not to talk about the food...."
The man huffs, it seems almost like smoke is coming off of him "Said it tasted like piss.."
The man huffs, it seems almost like smoke is coming off of him "Said it tasted like piss.."
She laughs, interrupted by a hiccup. "says more...'bout him than you...how's he know *hic* what piss tasteses like? *hic*- Oh... So sorry, I'm...very drunk."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The man huffs, it seems almost like smoke is coming off of him "Said it tasted like piss.."
She laughs, interrupted by a hiccup. "says more...'bout him than you...how's he know *hic* what piss tasteses like? *hic*- Oh... So sorry, I'm...very drunk."
Samaritan huffs "I can see." He grumbles and tilts his head "What's got your knickers in a alcohol induced state?"
He nods, standing up straight on his little step-stool. "Yup. We got everything you need and everything you want, and then some extra just for fun. Is there anything I can get you?"
"Just... something to get me through the day. whatever has the most caffeine." his voice is weak and tired, coming over a speaker in the mech
"Gotcha." He turns on all the espresso machines, setting them to 'double shot.' "This might take a bit. But trust me, this has got the kick to send you flying. And it's not crazy sweet like some other people make them. Sexagintuple Vanilla Bean Mocha Frappuccino, comin' up!"
The man huffs, it seems almost like smoke is coming off of him "Said it tasted like piss.."
She laughs, interrupted by a hiccup. "says more...'bout him than you...how's he know *hic* what piss tasteses like? *hic*- Oh... So sorry, I'm...very drunk."
Samaritan huffs "I can see." He grumbles and tilts his head "What's got your knickers in a alcohol induced state?"
"Now that's not a question to ask a *hic* lady, is it?" she sits up just a bit. "I couldn't help myself, honestly... The journey here was so long."
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
He nods, standing up straight on his little step-stool. "Yup. We got everything you need and everything you want, and then some extra just for fun. Is there anything I can get you?"
"Just... something to get me through the day. whatever has the most caffeine." his voice is weak and tired, coming over a speaker in the mech
"Gotcha." He turns on all the espresso machines, setting them to 'double shot.' "This might take a bit. But trust me, this has got the kick to send you flying. And it's not crazy sweet like some other people make them. Sexagintuple Vanilla Bean Mocha Frappuccino, comin' up!"
"I have plenty of time, thank you..." he waits, standing eerily still, but that might just be the mechanical suit.
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
The man huffs, it seems almost like smoke is coming off of him "Said it tasted like piss.."
She laughs, interrupted by a hiccup. "says more...'bout him than you...how's he know *hic* what piss tasteses like? *hic*- Oh... So sorry, I'm...very drunk."
Samaritan huffs "I can see." He grumbles and tilts his head "What's got your knickers in a alcohol induced state?"
"Now that's not a question to ask a *hic* lady, is it?" she sits up just a bit. "I couldn't help myself, honestly... The journey here was so long."
"And your first thought was becoming completely intoxicated so your actions and words are up to snuff?" He sighed, rubbing his temples.
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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
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The tall cashier is restocking the warmers and coolers, then checking on the chefbots. His scales are milky white, and his eyes are a gentle purple. His style is flamboyant and worn down, with bright colors and sweet scents.
The one-eyed barista is preparing the menu for the cafe portion of the enormous store. The strugel looks exhausted, like he's been up for hours despite the clocks reading 7:00 AM. He moves slowly and shakily, dressed in a standard employee uniform.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Somewhere deep in Complex Green, a singular old computer monitor lies on it's side. On the screen is the symbol below, flickering on and off.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
*hey EJO you want our chars to work together? I have a hacker and you're a virus we could do some dual personality stuff since they're also sort of a cyborg*
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith
re-entering my emo arc
you’re all really cool – know that please
extended sig here, check it out!
A silver and gilded mech approaches the counter, rising at six feet tall, wide and bulky. "Excuse me; Are you open yet?"
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
Amid the dark halls of Complex Green, a shadow of a footfall falls, rapidly approaching their destination -- Algernon. Padding lightly on their metal feet, a tall, skinny figure approaches -- and as the faint light illuminates them, a shocking figure emerges.
Face and body warped by metal, a tall person stands there -- face striking in a strange way, as there's not quite a differentiation between metal and skin, the artificial constantly shifting and changing. Clad in a slightly large, gray jumpsuit and poking gently at a small tablet, they fit the image of a sleepwalker -- but they're certainly awake, as them looking up and shouting "Hello?" to the darkness proves.
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith
re-entering my emo arc
you’re all really cool – know that please
extended sig here, check it out!
*ooooooooooooooooooooooooh*
*Joining cuz this sounds cool*
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
*oooh yeah that sounds good. I have to go soonish though*
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
In Complex Yellow, the 'Giving Hand' is open for the day. People of all kinds seem to swarm to the door like bees to a hive. Inside is lively, warm lights filling the room and people sitting in comfortable booths, chatting with one another while faceless robotic servers serve food of all kinds. In the back, a roar is heard.
A large man, much larger than normal, stomps out with a cook in hand. He wears an all black chefs uniform with the name 'Head Chef Samaritan' right stitched on the top left corner of the apron. His face is covered by a golden skull mask, glittering in the warm light. His eyes burn behind it, orbs of fiery amber that blaze.
He throws the cook out the door "IF YOU WANT TO MAKE REMARKS LAD, I SUGGEST YOU DO IT SOMEPLACE ELSE FROM NOW ON!" he bellows, his heavy boots thudding against the ground as he stares down the fellow now in a dirty puddle "YOU BLOODY SNAKE. DONT BE TALKING SHITE ABOUT MY FOOD IN MY RESTAURANT WHERE I CAN HEAR IT!"
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
*K. I'll PM you later about ideas.*
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith
re-entering my emo arc
you’re all really cool – know that please
extended sig here, check it out!
A very sloshed and large herangon chuckles at the sight, her head in her paw, ears flopped over.
She wears simple leggings, boots and a tunic, her figure tall and broad, slightly overweight. Her eyes are a very soft and inviting purple, her fur a medium grey, long and soft
her elbow is on the bar, face flush with drink. "Silly...stupid cook, should know not to talk about the food...."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
He nods, standing up straight on his little step-stool. "Yup. We got everything you need and everything you want, and then some extra just for fun. Is there anything I can get you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Just... something to get me through the day. whatever has the most caffeine." his voice is weak and tired, coming over a speaker in the mech
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
*Hmmmmm.... I might bring my cyberpunk npcs from my cyberpunk campaign*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
The man huffs, it seems almost like smoke is coming off of him "Said it tasted like piss.."
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
She laughs, interrupted by a hiccup. "says more...'bout him than you...how's he know *hic* what piss tasteses like? *hic*- Oh... So sorry, I'm...very drunk."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
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"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
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Samaritan huffs "I can see." He grumbles and tilts his head "What's got your knickers in a alcohol induced state?"
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
"Gotcha." He turns on all the espresso machines, setting them to 'double shot.' "This might take a bit. But trust me, this has got the kick to send you flying. And it's not crazy sweet like some other people make them. Sexagintuple Vanilla Bean Mocha Frappuccino, comin' up!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Now that's not a question to ask a *hic* lady, is it?" she sits up just a bit. "I couldn't help myself, honestly... The journey here was so long."
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"I have plenty of time, thank you..." he waits, standing eerily still, but that might just be the mechanical suit.
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
"And your first thought was becoming completely intoxicated so your actions and words are up to snuff?" He sighed, rubbing his temples.
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