#foxfire141

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Managed to sneak in a wedding before the end of 2020. Guess I'm married now?? 💍💜👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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That Fallout choose your own adventure. Because Holy crap, the work involved. And also, WHAT HAPPENED IN THE ROOM IN THE BACK WITH ALL THE BODIES????

I don't remember, BUT I still have all 64 hand written pages for it, so I can look and find out. 🤣

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even after all this time.. i still miss your red panda pfp...

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foxfire141 replied to your photo “I can make all the noise I want, but the only way he’ll wake up is if...”

And it has to be pets. If you pick him up, he just hangs there like a wet furry noodle. ��

This is true!!! 

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*buys the storyteller a drink of their choice* Tell us about Francis the Bard?

didelidocus said:

!! Please tell us abt Francis!!

Anonymous said:

What is Francis like???

Francis stands somewhere between seven and eight feet tall, with blood-red fur and a thick black mane. Four prominent horns grow from the top of his head and he is bulky and broad, standing on two hooves. His tail is long and spiked, a perfect slashing weapon.

Though it is typical of his kin to desire the thrill of a hunt, of fighting, from an early age Francis knew those things were not for him. He was different. He didn’t enjoy the idiotic sparing of his brethren and he grimaces at the sight of blood. He doesn’t care for Minotaur games or being dumb and brutish. His herd, content with settling on such laurels, sneered at his perceived “think you’re better than us?” attitude when he told his father he wanted to tell stories and dared to wear clothes, a group cornered him and attempted to sever one of his horns. Francis was able to escape and fled with a bloody tear in his ear and a broken heart.

On his journey to find a safe place to recover, Francis encountered the edge of a dying wildfire. Some trees had devolved to simply smoking while others remained aflame, all charred and ashen. He heard the pained squeaks of an animal and soon found himself carrying a small squirrel to safety.

With a tail singed beyond recognition, Francis’ squirrel friend would be unable to return to his tree-jumping lifestyle in the wild and so Francis vowed to keep his new friend safe. He wound rope around his horns that would enable the squirrel to jump and walk between them. They might not be trees, but at least his little friend had something. He also fashioned a hammock out of a piece of the toga he wears and hung it for the critter to sleep in.

He wears a crown of flowers around the base of his horns and enjoys picking fresh ones to make new chains. He loves collecting stories and composing melodies. Melodies that he plays on his instrument of choice.

The bagpipes.

[The world that Francis and his kin belong to were actually created by my brilliant wifey and you can find her webcomic about the world right here.)

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foxfire141 replied to your post “*buys the storyteller a drink of their choice* Tell us about Francis...”

Yikes. There's suddenly a lot of pressure to not accidentally kill him off. �� But also... Guys... She KNEW it was going to be a dungeon crawl... and chose freaking BAGPIPES.

I WANTED A CHALLENGE.

And, clearly, to be ridiculous. =D People love my bagpipes, you leave them alone.

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When I'm recovered enough and ready, I'm going to tell all of you what @foxfire141 got me for my birthday.

So, I'll see you in about 84 years.

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@foxfire141 replied to your post “I feel like you should be writing books for like people who read...”

That’s what Patreon is for!

Ah, yes! Patreon. That’s a thing I do. Thanks, wifey.