the atrium quiets down as a bell chimes throughout the Opera house. Descending down the left staircase of the atrium is an extravagant woman with a pleasant smile on her face. With fair skin, deep blue eyes, one eye lighter than the other, and silvery white hair with streaks of blue, she captures the attention of the entire ball immediately. She wears a dark blue suit sort of outfit over a white vest and a Jabot. She has a blue sash over the vest, with a big bow. Her leggings cut off before her knees, and she wears a heavily layered skirt, longer and with more fabric at the back, all varying shades of blue. Her heels, her suit, and her black and blue top hat are adorned with metal flourishes, the top hat almost having a crown- like appearance. Her left glove is black, and her right glove is white. She descends halfway down the staircase, clearing her throat.
”welcome, People of The Rippling court, and those of the mortal realms…”
Both paia and brynn on different sides of the ballroom look to the lady (also anyone who encounters either has to make a perception check*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
He claps for her. "You're a better singer than I am. I'm sure no one would mind if you helped me perform on the radio once or twice. You can consider your self-imposed debt paid in services rendered if you're up for that."
“I’m sure I’d be happy ta help, but my voice ain’t nothin’ special.” She says, if she could blush from the compliment she would be, smiling softly before telling everyone they still have work to do “If ya’d have me on that radio show o’ yers I’d sing with ya.”
"Thanks, Merabelle! I've picked out some potential songs. My voice isn't built for country music, so I hope you'll be okay with other genres."
She looks to Brynn. “You aren’t from the rippling court, are you?”
the soldier’s right leg has some horrific scar on it, like a burn or acid. She’s discussing something with the servants, before noticing Paia and giving her a strange look.
"No." brynn is frustrated that she isn't being left alone. Paia backs off, looking away and whistling
*just gonna boink this*
*oops, sorry!*
”knew it. You’re lucky you get to attend one of these things…” she mutters.
the soldier chuckles slightly, turning back to her conversation.
*time to write a big thing!*
"I wouldn't call it lucky. My silly friend waved her magic wand and dragged me here. I couldn't care less for parties, though a warm drink is always nice. But paia missed all of the frills, I suppose."
“Ungrateful…” she mutters beneath her breath.
She grumbles, clearly offended. "I'll have you know I—" Paia interrupts her, startling her from behind. Brinn unclinches her hand from the steak knife she grabbed out of instinct. *the check?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
the atrium quiets down as a bell chimes throughout the Opera house. Descending down the left staircase of the atrium is an extravagant woman with a pleasant smile on her face. With fair skin, deep blue eyes, one eye lighter than the other, and silvery white hair with streaks of blue, she captures the attention of the entire ball immediately. She wears a dark blue suit sort of outfit over a white vest and a Jabot. She has a blue sash over the vest, with a big bow. Her leggings cut off before her knees, and she wears a heavily layered skirt, longer and with more fabric at the back, all varying shades of blue. Her heels, her suit, and her black and blue top hat are adorned with metal flourishes, the top hat almost having a crown- like appearance. Her left glove is black, and her right glove is white. She descends halfway down the staircase, clearing her throat.
”welcome, People of The Rippling court, and those of the mortal realms…”
Both paia and brynn on different sides of the ballroom look to the lady (also anyone who encounters either has to make a perception check*
The soldier from earlier is watching the speech right next to Brynn so: 22
”it is my pleasure, as Archduchess Aurelia Furina of the rippling court, to have you all here today…” she motions to the crowd with her left hand. “And my honor to be able to revel with all of you… now, let the festivities begin!” she waves her hand in the air, and the theatre doors swing wide open, and the lights change color from a bright white to a blue.
the atrium quiets down as a bell chimes throughout the Opera house. Descending down the left staircase of the atrium is an extravagant woman with a pleasant smile on her face. With fair skin, deep blue eyes, one eye lighter than the other, and silvery white hair with streaks of blue, she captures the attention of the entire ball immediately. She wears a dark blue suit sort of outfit over a white vest and a Jabot. She has a blue sash over the vest, with a big bow. Her leggings cut off before her knees, and she wears a heavily layered skirt, longer and with more fabric at the back, all varying shades of blue. Her heels, her suit, and her black and blue top hat are adorned with metal flourishes, the top hat almost having a crown- like appearance. Her left glove is black, and her right glove is white. She descends halfway down the staircase, clearing her throat.
”welcome, People of The Rippling court, and those of the mortal realms…”
Both paia and brynn on different sides of the ballroom look to the lady (also anyone who encounters either has to make a perception check*
The soldier from earlier is watching the speech right next to Brynn so: 20
”it is my pleasure, as Archduchess Aurelia Furina of the rippling court, to have you all here today…” she motions to the crowd with her left hand. “And my honor to be able to revel with all of you… now, let the festivities begin!” she waves her hand in the air, and the theatre doors swing wide open, and the lights change color from a bright white to a blue.
*wait.... Furina? Fontaine? could this be...*
*GENSHIN IMPACT?!!!*
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She looks to Brynn. “You aren’t from the rippling court, are you?”
the soldier’s right leg has some horrific scar on it, like a burn or acid. She’s discussing something with the servants, before noticing Paia and giving her a strange look.
"No." brynn is frustrated that she isn't being left alone. Paia backs off, looking away and whistling
*just gonna boink this*
*oops, sorry!*
”knew it. You’re lucky you get to attend one of these things…” she mutters.
the soldier chuckles slightly, turning back to her conversation.
*time to write a big thing!*
"I wouldn't call it lucky. My silly friend waved her magic wand and dragged me here. I couldn't care less for parties, though a warm drink is always nice. But paia missed all of the frills, I suppose."
“Ungrateful…” she mutters beneath her breath.
She grumbles, clearly offended. "I'll have you know I—" Paia interrupts her, startling her from behind. Brinn unclinches her hand from the steak knife she grabbed out of instinct. *the check?*
the atrium quiets down as a bell chimes throughout the Opera house. Descending down the left staircase of the atrium is an extravagant woman with a pleasant smile on her face. With fair skin, deep blue eyes, one eye lighter than the other, and silvery white hair with streaks of blue, she captures the attention of the entire ball immediately. She wears a dark blue suit sort of outfit over a white vest and a Jabot. She has a blue sash over the vest, with a big bow. Her leggings cut off before her knees, and she wears a heavily layered skirt, longer and with more fabric at the back, all varying shades of blue. Her heels, her suit, and her black and blue top hat are adorned with metal flourishes, the top hat almost having a crown- like appearance. Her left glove is black, and her right glove is white. She descends halfway down the staircase, clearing her throat.
”welcome, People of The Rippling court, and those of the mortal realms…”
Both paia and brynn on different sides of the ballroom look to the lady (also anyone who encounters either has to make a perception check*
The soldier from earlier is watching the speech right next to Brynn so: 20
”it is my pleasure, as Archduchess Aurelia Furina of the rippling court, to have you all here today…” she motions to the crowd with her left hand. “And my honor to be able to revel with all of you… now, let the festivities begin!” she waves her hand in the air, and the theatre doors swing wide open, and the lights change color from a bright white to a blue.
She looks to Brynn. “You aren’t from the rippling court, are you?”
the soldier’s right leg has some horrific scar on it, like a burn or acid. She’s discussing something with the servants, before noticing Paia and giving her a strange look.
"No." brynn is frustrated that she isn't being left alone. Paia backs off, looking away and whistling
*just gonna boink this*
*oops, sorry!*
”knew it. You’re lucky you get to attend one of these things…” she mutters.
the soldier chuckles slightly, turning back to her conversation.
*time to write a big thing!*
"I wouldn't call it lucky. My silly friend waved her magic wand and dragged me here. I couldn't care less for parties, though a warm drink is always nice. But paia missed all of the frills, I suppose."
“Ungrateful…” she mutters beneath her breath.
She grumbles, clearly offended. "I'll have you know I—" Paia interrupts her, startling her from behind. Brinn unclinches her hand from the steak knife she grabbed out of instinct. *the check?*
15
”you’ll have me know what?”
*oooooo* "Nevermind." Some kind of illusion seems to be surrounding the two, most likely connected to an object. If you squint hard enough, you'll see that their fine clothes aren't really there. Paia wears a simple blue dress and brynn is in a tattered military jerkin. The only thing that seems to be real is their masks.
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the atrium quiets down as a bell chimes throughout the Opera house. Descending down the left staircase of the atrium is an extravagant woman with a pleasant smile on her face. With fair skin, deep blue eyes, one eye lighter than the other, and silvery white hair with streaks of blue, she captures the attention of the entire ball immediately. She wears a dark blue suit sort of outfit over a white vest and a Jabot. She has a blue sash over the vest, with a big bow. Her leggings cut off before her knees, and she wears a heavily layered skirt, longer and with more fabric at the back, all varying shades of blue. Her heels, her suit, and her black and blue top hat are adorned with metal flourishes, the top hat almost having a crown- like appearance. Her left glove is black, and her right glove is white. She descends halfway down the staircase, clearing her throat.
”welcome, People of The Rippling court, and those of the mortal realms…”
Both paia and brynn on different sides of the ballroom look to the lady (also anyone who encounters either has to make a perception check*
The soldier from earlier is watching the speech right next to Brynn so: 20
”it is my pleasure, as Archduchess Aurelia Furina of the rippling court, to have you all here today…” she motions to the crowd with her left hand. “And my honor to be able to revel with all of you… now, let the festivities begin!” she waves her hand in the air, and the theatre doors swing wide open, and the lights change color from a bright white to a blue.
*wait.... Furina? Fontaine? could this be...*
*GENSHIN IMPACT?!!!*
*shsshshshshshhshshssshhhhh*
*OvO*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Merabelle is still doing work, and happily doing so, charming customers with her southern hospitality and singing to entertain with the voice that might just make angels jealous.
Grimes is in the library, reading up on a book about running, some more books beside him, though those are on romance rather than running.
Sparrow is having himself a drink of water and trying not to smoke inside the Inn. He seems to be talking to himself about something again.
Thane is building a playground in the park from scratch using his great axe and the drive to help children.
Samaritan watches her before calling her back into his office.
The Herald crawls out of the shadows and narrows his eyes "What are you reading?"
Stroth sits near him, snuggling him.
She heads into his office, quite happy, thinking she has done well her first day, closing the door behind her.
He looks up from the book, dog earing the page “Just a book on working out.” He swiftly tries to put away the other books.
He orders them a cold water “Love ya Stroth. Yer so perfect.”
He narrows his eyes at her "We have something to talk about."
He narrows his eyes, his form becoming sharp and rigid "What was that.."
She looks to Brynn. “You aren’t from the rippling court, are you?”
the soldier’s right leg has some horrific scar on it, like a burn or acid. She’s discussing something with the servants, before noticing Paia and giving her a strange look.
"No." brynn is frustrated that she isn't being left alone. Paia backs off, looking away and whistling
*just gonna boink this*
*oops, sorry!*
”knew it. You’re lucky you get to attend one of these things…” she mutters.
the soldier chuckles slightly, turning back to her conversation.
*time to write a big thing!*
"I wouldn't call it lucky. My silly friend waved her magic wand and dragged me here. I couldn't care less for parties, though a warm drink is always nice. But paia missed all of the frills, I suppose."
“Ungrateful…” she mutters beneath her breath.
She grumbles, clearly offended. "I'll have you know I—" Paia interrupts her, startling her from behind. Brinn unclinches her hand from the steak knife she grabbed out of instinct. *the check?*
15
”you’ll have me know what?”
*oooooo* "Nevermind." Some kind of illusion seems to be surrounding the two, most likely connected to an object. If you squint hard enough, you'll see that their fine clothes aren't really there. Paia wears a simple blue dress and brynn is in a tattered military jerkin. The only thing that seems to be real is their masks.
Realizing this, she is a bit confused. “W-… what are you even wearing?”
She looks to Brynn. “You aren’t from the rippling court, are you?”
the soldier’s right leg has some horrific scar on it, like a burn or acid. She’s discussing something with the servants, before noticing Paia and giving her a strange look.
"No." brynn is frustrated that she isn't being left alone. Paia backs off, looking away and whistling
*just gonna boink this*
*oops, sorry!*
”knew it. You’re lucky you get to attend one of these things…” she mutters.
the soldier chuckles slightly, turning back to her conversation.
*time to write a big thing!*
"I wouldn't call it lucky. My silly friend waved her magic wand and dragged me here. I couldn't care less for parties, though a warm drink is always nice. But paia missed all of the frills, I suppose."
“Ungrateful…” she mutters beneath her breath.
She grumbles, clearly offended. "I'll have you know I—" Paia interrupts her, startling her from behind. Brinn unclinches her hand from the steak knife she grabbed out of instinct. *the check?*
15
”you’ll have me know what?”
*oooooo* "Nevermind." Some kind of illusion seems to be surrounding the two, most likely connected to an object. If you squint hard enough, you'll see that their fine clothes aren't really there. Paia wears a simple blue dress and brynn is in a tattered military jerkin. The only thing that seems to be real is their masks.
Realizing this, she is a bit confused. “W-… what are you even wearing?”
Brynn elbows Paia and the spell gets stronger, and the two are in their fine clothes once again. They both have different, simultaneous answers to the question "It was her idea" "Clothing!"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*sorry, I mean I need to make more characters, should have made that clear*
*lyney? Lynette? The oratrice d'nalyse mechanique cardinale guy?*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
the atrium quiets down as a bell chimes throughout the Opera house. Descending down the left staircase of the atrium is an extravagant woman with a pleasant smile on her face. With fair skin, deep blue eyes, one eye lighter than the other, and silvery white hair with streaks of blue, she captures the attention of the entire ball immediately. She wears a dark blue suit sort of outfit over a white vest and a Jabot. She has a blue sash over the vest, with a big bow. Her leggings cut off before her knees, and she wears a heavily layered skirt, longer and with more fabric at the back, all varying shades of blue. Her heels, her suit, and her black and blue top hat are adorned with metal flourishes, the top hat almost having a crown- like appearance. Her left glove is black, and her right glove is white. She descends halfway down the staircase, clearing her throat.
”welcome, People of The Rippling court, and those of the mortal realms…”
*I can't really think of an actionable response for Felix here, but he's definitely here.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Both paia and brynn on different sides of the ballroom look to the lady (also anyone who encounters either has to make a perception check*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Basil smiles wide "well, they needed someone to care for them, until they perhaps got adopted or such"
"So, whaddya want?"
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
"Thanks, Merabelle! I've picked out some potential songs. My voice isn't built for country music, so I hope you'll be okay with other genres."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She grumbles, clearly offended. "I'll have you know I—" Paia interrupts her, startling her from behind. Brinn unclinches her hand from the steak knife she grabbed out of instinct. *the check?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The soldier from earlier is watching the speech right next to Brynn so: 22
”it is my pleasure, as Archduchess Aurelia Furina of the rippling court, to have you all here today…” she motions to the crowd with her left hand. “And my honor to be able to revel with all of you… now, let the festivities begin!” she waves her hand in the air, and the theatre doors swing wide open, and the lights change color from a bright white to a blue.
*wait.... Furina? Fontaine? could this be...*
*GENSHIN IMPACT?!!!*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
3
”you’ll have me know what?”
*shsshshshshshhshshssshhhhh*
*oooooo*
"Nevermind."
Some kind of illusion seems to be surrounding the two, most likely connected to an object. If you squint hard enough, you'll see that their fine clothes aren't really there. Paia wears a simple blue dress and brynn is in a tattered military jerkin. The only thing that seems to be real is their masks.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*OvO*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He narrows his eyes at her "We have something to talk about."
He narrows his eyes, his form becoming sharp and rigid "What was that.."
"I Love you as well" she smiles.
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
Realizing this, she is a bit confused. “W-… what are you even wearing?”
Brynn elbows Paia and the spell gets stronger, and the two are in their fine clothes once again. They both have different, simultaneous answers to the question
"It was her idea"
"Clothing!"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I need more characters*
*Sorry, they're all i got*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*sorry, I mean I need to make more characters, should have made that clear*
*Uhhh, i got my archfey's Yurishide and Donn. Yuri was Tatiana's 'daughter' (not really) and Donn is the archfey of darkness and nightmares.*
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
*lyney? Lynette? The oratrice d'nalyse mechanique cardinale guy?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
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(i can interact if you want)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*I can't really think of an actionable response for Felix here, but he's definitely here.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels