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@zebraSprite
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Yoou're noot even a hoorse
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UR ALIVE???
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ohโยถโzebradadโยถโ:(
noโยถโhesโยถโnot iโยถโdontโยถโknowโยถโ probablyโยถโstillโยถโoutโยถโthereโยถโ someoneโยถโwillโยถโtakeโยถโcareโยถโofโยถโwooldadโยถโforโยถโme
See? What did I tell them. Welcome back.
ARE YOU GOOD???
...well now i'm all Confused.
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so hungry i cud eat a hoofbeast
OMG I FOUND AN OLD PHOTO OF ME N MY LUZUZ AWWW AW AW KINDA HAD FORGOTTEN HOW HUGE ZHE WAZ ANYWAY I DONT MIZZ HER THAT MUCH ZHE WAZ A BIT OF A BITCH X/
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Happy lusus appreciati-o-o-n day t-o-o-!! FIRST!!! @zebraDad !!!!!! ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฅ And ALS-O-O- t-o-o- my lusus Alan, wh-o-o- is the m-o-o-st spectacular m-o-o--o-o-se ever and deserves all s-o-o-rts -o-o-f kisses, treats, and antler base scritches!!!!
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โ๏ธIN CELEBRATION OF YET ANOTHER LUSII APPRECIATION DAY, I HAVE OPTED TO DELIVER MY LUSUSโ๏ธ โ๏ธwho all of you may know by his diminutive title of "dullboy"โ๏ธ โ๏ธ(BECAUSE ALL WORK AND NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULLBOY)โ๏ธ โ๏ธa single, crisp apple, in addition to his usual excess of slop and/or the various valuable items he gnaws upon.โ๏ธ โ๏ธFOR ALL OF HIS ANNOYANCES, HE HAS DONE AN ACCEPTABLE JOB AT TAKING CARE OF HIS CHARGE.โ๏ธ โ๏ธso.โ๏ธ โ๏ธHAPPY DAY.โ๏ธ โ๏ธ https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/eb4540347df2.png โ๏ธ
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[BEGIN MESSAGE] @zebradad y0u are d0ing amazing. tthank y0u f0r y0ur w0rk. [END MESSAGE]
Everyoone coongratulate my dad @zebraDad
@zebraDad HAPPY MALE LUZUZ DAY UR ZO AWEZUM DUDE
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ใADVENTERROR'S FIELD GUIDE - PORTED FROM SWATTPAD @tautologicalTechnique ใ ใ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: DUBCON PALE, CRINGE CULTURE, META FICTION, SELF INSERT, PLATONIC PALING, GAMING ADJACENT, AUTHORIAL INSERT, SPECIES BENDING, SECOND PERSON PERSPECTIVE, YCH, Y/C, UNREALITY, TOUCHING, SPORADIC PALE RUBBING, PALE AFFECTION, POLYQUANDARY (CONSENTED), GYGAAX X EVERYONE, YES THAT EVEN MEANS Y/Cใ GYGAAX x KRYQUS // PALESHIPPING // FRIENDFICTION // CAVERNS 'N CULLBEASTS CAMPAIGN // SFW // MOIRAIL MULTICLASS // BOUND BY THE BOUND BOOK // @naughtyTechnician // @zebraDad โ๏พ.๏ฝฅ๏ฝก๏พโ๏พ.๏ฝฅ๏ฝก๏พโโ๏พ.๏ฝฅ๏ฝก๏พโ๏พ.๏ฝฅ๏ฝก๏พโโ๏พ.๏ฝฅ๏ฝก๏พโ๏พ.๏ฝฅ๏ฝก๏พโโ๏พ.๏ฝฅ๏ฝก๏พโ๏พ.๏ฝฅ๏ฝก๏พโโ๏พ.๏ฝฅ๏ฝก๏พโ๏พ.๏ฝฅ๏ฝก๏พโ ( แโ๊โแ) < AUTHOR'S NOTE...mmffmm. Sorry for the delay this chapter!!! One of my moirails of four sweeps got caught up in a particularly nasty encounter with a Cullbeast of Unreasonable Hit Dice! Oh noooo!!! Somebody's gonna be out of combat fer more than one short rest!!! But...onto the fic!!! ( แโ๊โแ); < The Caverns 'n Cullbeasts session shoulda wrapped hours ago...what in tarnation were the lot of 'em still doin' here...? These two ain't had grounds t'yammer 'n yap beyond stats 'n th'doling out 'o treasures accumulated...'n that took place hours ago!!! It took only a scant few moments more fer it t'really click with KRYQUS what this was even about...'n the thought still got dismissed with chudly indifference. Sensation overrode sensibility somethin' sorely suggestive...somethin' deeper...somethin'... แด(แดแแ๊แแ) < Pale. ( แโ๊โแ) < KRYQUS's trembling hands passed over the character sheet in metered measures...examining for errors, miscalculations, even just a rounding error in carry weight that could set his party back some...He was always like this. Thinkin' 'o others in tiny, invisible ways that made 'm irresistible to anyone with eyes 'n the time t'use 'em. Y/C can't help but buckle back a little as KRYQUS suddenly seizes Y/C's pencil 'n tugs it forward tighter than a nat twenty on an athletics check that he'd piledrive into th'enemy's inferior armor class...the clamp continued, as he started to...sink to ganderglobe level. The EMINENT INDIGOD OF INDIGOCELS who once towered like a one troll rovin' rules lawyer on hoofback now ain't no more than a troll, his imposing sourcebooks gone from a monument to a frame. โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < my character died โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < damn โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < toooo bad the same cannoot be said of climate change or casteism or peoople who talk shit and doont get hit โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < oor any oof the woorlds oother many wooes โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < but i can oonly doo โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < soo much โง( แโ_ โแ) < as a fat fuckin chud of hooned discipline โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < eventually โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < woorlds gootta save itself โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < oor perish unwoorthy ( แโ๊โแ) < KRYQUS becomes a livin' study in humility. His words underpin the lessons endowed to him by ZEBRADAD. A lodestar. A northern light. The honing beacon 'o morality and th'straight 'n narrow. But his actions. His nonchalance. His utter unquestionably sheer un-fuck-withable energy...this becomes the mantle 'o kingly might he assumes at all times. This becomes th'monarchic tradition passed down from KRYQUS to KRYQUS every few hundred sweeps, so long as he's still around. ( แโ๊โแ); <> <> <> <> JUST LIKE Y/C wouldn't all that mind bein'!!!!! EH? EH? EH? #FOREVERANDEVER #BUTACTUALLY #YCxKRYQUS #YOU+GOT+ZEBRADADS+BLESSING (แแเฒ ๊เฒ แ)ยค=[]:::::> Y/C felt inclined t'dispense comfort. There was a possessiveness t'the way Y/C saw KRYQUS cradle the character sheet in his palms. His broad shoulders cinched up like he dreaded th'thought of loosenin' a grip on this concept fer even a moment...but he put on a brave face just fer you. It wouldn't be right t'just let his happiness slip away. And read between the lines a daggum minute, world's gotta save itself or perish unworthy? That's QUITTER TALK! GLOBAL QUITTER TALK! DOOMSDAY QUITTER TALK! Kryqus feels THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD on his bulky sturdy rock steady shoulders right now! ( แโ๊โแ) < Just as Y/C up 'n worked th'courage t'confront his hands, improperly conspirin' t'mount a charge across yer thigh...Kryqus scoffs in indignation. He sees through yer transparent advances...and retreats strategically. All prompt-like. โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < tsk โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < doont attempt to knoow me โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < im way toooo cooool foor yoou โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < and even if i didnt mean that โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < yoou proobably shoouldnt @ me irl แด(แดแแ๊แแ) < Uh oh! That got outta hand way fast...maybe it's time t'call fer... ( แโ๊โแ); <> <> <> <> REINFORCEMENTS!!!!!!! แด(แดแโ๊โแ); <> <> <> <> My -- I mean Gygaax's hands start t'alternate between (#polyquandary anyone???) petting the tops 'o both 'o yer heads...!!! Soft. Rhythmic little circles. My --- Gygaax's cartilage nubs unfurl from the tightly white knuckled meat mallet into a far more approachable set 'o chitinous diggers with a piercingly pale quality...!!! Both Y/C and KRYQUS are treated t'the soft enmeshed interplay 'o palmin' play 'n no strings attached emotional intervention...c-consensually! We can stop at any time. Y/C j...just could use this! A-as could KRYQUS. To uh. CAVERNS 'N CULLBEASTS t'gether... ( แโพฬ๊ โพฬแ); < "...Now, KRYQUS," Gygaax began, "Ewe can't be so harsh on Y/C...they've been through a lot. For our sake. For the CAMPAIGN. If anything were to happen to them...it would be on us to see to it they're protected and retrieved. Same as any PARTY MEMBER. Gentler hands should stir these waters. A SHEPHURT should tend 'n mend to its flock." If the two hands mussyin' up Y/C's body in tandem with KRYQUS wasn't BAaaaaaaAAAAAAd enough...a rovin' set of author-emblazoned fingertips were caressin' th'top of yer horns now. Pickin' out stray imaginary somethin somethins. Stalling. ( แโ๊โแ) < Suddenly, the rush of hot breath excites the air...populates it with the powerful gale phrasings of KRYQUS... โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < gygaax โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < what the actual fuck โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < are yoou trying to say i proovide subpar care to Y/C โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < i literally carried this campaign โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < coomplaintlessly โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < Y/C with it โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < i resent the fuck oout of that implication โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < i coould easily be gentler with this โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < weaving lazy river โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < if i wanted to ( แโพฬ๊ โพฬแ); < GYGAAX laughed. "Ewe could stand to be, KRYQUS. Yes. Just LOOK at Y/C. How can ewe say even a single solitary mean thing about that there cutie patootie?!" Tuggin' yer face into an awaitin' set 'o authorial brasserie, th'royal menagerie incidentally pits ya right in line with a EMINENT INDIGOD OF INDIGOCELS'S dice bag as th'aforementioned storms back onto his feet, now a monolith again. KRYQUS approaches our hug slowly. But not neverly. His arms hover over you. The river is still. Th'air itself thickens and compresses about yer skull, 'n horns, hardly blanketed by th'hoofbeast-scented torso cheekily just behind yonder... โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < what fucking ever โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < here yoou go lil guy โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < lap it up โง( แยฌ_ ยฌแ) < <> ( แโ๊โแ) < GYGAAX's hands tug around ya like a vanguard against harm. KRYQUS goes back t'bein his usual self...a monument of offended pride...he hugs you. And. Uh oh!!! Y/C feels a scraping sensation...nails possessively curled about one side 'o yer head, just at the barest nuggatory base of the horns (so embarassin'n!!!) and tracin' back towards th'scalp...no matter where ya look...t'KRYQUS or t'GYGAAX...both are complicit!!! A boilin' sort 'o affection wellin' up with intent t'pale, RIGHT ON TOP OF Y/C!!!!! (P1/P??) #SWATTPAD #Vacillation #PaleMoirail #TheWholeParty #FullCampaign #NotEnoughInventorySpace #SFW #YouAreOverencumbered!!! #XReader #FriendFiction #CnC #CavernsAndCullbeasts #KRYQUS #ImpliedAU #GYGAAXxKRYQUS #PALEMULTICLASS #AdventerrorsFieldGuide #CrossPosting #ScrawlThoughts #Drabbles #DubconPale #Polyquandary #TeamChud #GygaaxXEveryone #Palewhoring
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Can't a guy be a little silly
You know who else can be a little silly?
My lusus @zebraDad
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Y.oยฐu actually lยฐo.oยฐk 10 sweeps like this it is a strange and bizarre thing
Heshouldneversmile.
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Wrothe.... kryqus can smile all he wants.... but....wrotheshouldneversmile.