The Orphan
@worldendingwyrm.bsky.social
"Hello! It's me Hubie from next door!" || Hand of Fate 2 Companion || he/him || rp/fake || PFP by Alexandra Bisson on ArtStation || Muse is a Minor, Mun is 21+ || ✒🐹
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//Miss Maiden is hubie referring to the MC of the game. Often called either coin-slave or shield-maiden by npcs
January 25, 2026 at 11:44 PM
//Miss Maiden is hubie referring to the MC of the game. Often called either coin-slave or shield-maiden by npcs
(MORE GROSS COUGHING)
(Does the gross open-mouthed cough thing that little kids do)
January 25, 2026 at 11:35 PM
(MORE GROSS COUGHING)
(Does the gross open-mouthed cough thing that little kids do)
January 25, 2026 at 12:26 AM
(Does the gross open-mouthed cough thing that little kids do)
//my brain is too fried to think abt writing tonight but hopefully this weekend ill be around
January 24, 2026 at 3:41 AM
//my brain is too fried to think abt writing tonight but hopefully this weekend ill be around
Why? What did the day do?
HEROES! RISE UP!
it's time to seize the day!
it's time to seize the day!
January 23, 2026 at 3:07 PM
Why? What did the day do?
Falls asleep cuddling a live and unhappy weasel
January 23, 2026 at 6:10 AM
Falls asleep cuddling a live and unhappy weasel
//saved threads and such to get to tomorrow. for now i play some more of the game and then SLEEP
January 23, 2026 at 4:54 AM
//saved threads and such to get to tomorrow. for now i play some more of the game and then SLEEP
Hello! I'm Hubie!
Tulip make friends
January 23, 2026 at 3:26 AM
Hello! I'm Hubie!
(The slippery goblin is pickpocketing strangers as he chases after the young human. By the time they get to where they're going, he does indeed have money!)
FOLLOW ME! [and she took off at a dead run]
Uh... sure!
January 23, 2026 at 2:58 AM
(The slippery goblin is pickpocketing strangers as he chases after the young human. By the time they get to where they're going, he does indeed have money!)
Mouth still full of sparrow, all the young goblin can do is nod enthusiastically.
“Would you like a drink to go with your treat? I believe I have a non-alcoholic cider somewhere.”
He nods, the look in his eyes giving the distinct impression that anything said was going in one ear and out the other.
Crunch crunch...
Crunch crunch...
January 23, 2026 at 2:57 AM
Mouth still full of sparrow, all the young goblin can do is nod enthusiastically.
Uh... sure!
Oh! I know an ice cream shop! Do you have any money?
None! We'd have to find some!
January 23, 2026 at 2:55 AM
Uh... sure!
He nods, the look in his eyes giving the distinct impression that anything said was going in one ear and out the other.
Crunch crunch...
Crunch crunch...
Without missing a beat, he continues speaking, eyes now on the goblin.
“And that, young one, is the food chain in action. And one day, you too will be felled, whether by beast or time.”
“And that, young one, is the food chain in action. And one day, you too will be felled, whether by beast or time.”
Appears. Eats the sparrow.
January 23, 2026 at 2:54 AM
He nods, the look in his eyes giving the distinct impression that anything said was going in one ear and out the other.
Crunch crunch...
Crunch crunch...
"Nootrishun-ully?"
“hmm, dead skin, it's zesty, but not dusty, & it burns in a good way. you know nutritionally these things are functionally worthless, right?”
"Huh?"
He stuffs the rest of the potato in his mouth, along with another two, then finally hands one to the doctor.
"Is a peri peri tasty? Is it more like gravel or dead skin?"
He stuffs the rest of the potato in his mouth, along with another two, then finally hands one to the doctor.
"Is a peri peri tasty? Is it more like gravel or dead skin?"
January 23, 2026 at 2:49 AM
"Nootrishun-ully?"
Appears. Eats the sparrow.
“Ever tried a raw potato slice with salt? Not terrible, all things considered.”
He’s talking to a sparrow.
He’s talking to a sparrow.
January 23, 2026 at 2:47 AM
Appears. Eats the sparrow.
"Huh?"
He stuffs the rest of the potato in his mouth, along with another two, then finally hands one to the doctor.
"Is a peri peri tasty? Is it more like gravel or dead skin?"
He stuffs the rest of the potato in his mouth, along with another two, then finally hands one to the doctor.
"Is a peri peri tasty? Is it more like gravel or dead skin?"
“what!! you're doing it all wrong. no butter? no salt? no hot honey? NO PERI PERI SAUCE? give me that, i'll show you a miracle.”
"Eating the potatoes..."
There's a half-eaten one in his hand.
There's a half-eaten one in his hand.
January 23, 2026 at 2:46 AM
"Huh?"
He stuffs the rest of the potato in his mouth, along with another two, then finally hands one to the doctor.
"Is a peri peri tasty? Is it more like gravel or dead skin?"
He stuffs the rest of the potato in his mouth, along with another two, then finally hands one to the doctor.
"Is a peri peri tasty? Is it more like gravel or dead skin?"
"Eating the potatoes..."
There's a half-eaten one in his hand.
There's a half-eaten one in his hand.
aha! found you! precisely as i determined...
now what are you doing in that potato sack?
now what are you doing in that potato sack?
"OW!" :(
January 23, 2026 at 1:14 AM
"Eating the potatoes..."
There's a half-eaten one in his hand.
There's a half-eaten one in his hand.
"OW!" :(
i have GOT to poke that thing with a stick.
January 23, 2026 at 1:10 AM
"OW!" :(
None! We'd have to find some!
oh yeah!! I want some! How much do you have?
It's the middle ground between ice cream and sorbet!
January 22, 2026 at 10:27 PM
None! We'd have to find some!
"Yes! If I don't find it the world will end when the great wyrm eats us all!"
“… your horn?” Was this kid talkin’ about a trumpet or a horn made of bone?
"I can't! Not until I find my horn!"
January 22, 2026 at 3:34 PM
"Yes! If I don't find it the world will end when the great wyrm eats us all!"
"Hello!" Enthusiastic wave.
The youth's smile was almost too big for his wrinkled, chestnut face.
The youth's smile was almost too big for his wrinkled, chestnut face.
… what the fuck is that?
January 22, 2026 at 3:18 PM
"Hello!" Enthusiastic wave.
The youth's smile was almost too big for his wrinkled, chestnut face.
The youth's smile was almost too big for his wrinkled, chestnut face.
"I can't! Not until I find my horn!"
“How about you do us both a favor and go back there?”
I'm from Goblin Town!"
January 22, 2026 at 3:02 PM
"I can't! Not until I find my horn!"
I'm from Goblin Town!"
What the hell shat you out?
Stinky Raccoon!
January 22, 2026 at 5:25 AM
I'm from Goblin Town!"