Oh hi friends! I’m back from vacation and real happy to see you all <3
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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)
Oh hi friends! I’m back from vacation and real happy to see you all <3
*yooo*
Me as a meme: the “hello I’m so happy to see you” in the I’m going to punch the next person I see meme
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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 smell of blood and death fills the air as a silver mist settles over the outskirts of town. Through the mist a figure can be seen, walking towards the town. They seem to be wearing rags, a mask and hat that hide everything but their eyes, a piercing silver of madness, a pistol on their waist along with the smell of silver bullets. There are many stains on their simple clothes, the most easily recognizable being blood, looking strangely different than regular blood. They have some kind of old shortswords covered in powerful runes in his hands, his footsteps completely silent.
The only indication he’s there at all is seeing flashes of him, like he’s not truly entirely there. Eventually he arrives at the Inn, walking inside, sheathing his blades and sitting down to have a drink. He doesn’t pull down his mask, looking at the glass silently.
The smell of blood and death fills the air as a silver mist settles over the outskirts of town. Through the mist a figure can be seen, walking towards the town. They seem to be wearing rags, a mask and hat that hide everything but their eyes, a piercing silver of madness, a pistol on their waist along with the smell of silver bullets. There are many stains on their simple clothes, the most easily recognizable being blood, looking strangely different than regular blood. They have some kind of old shortswords covered in powerful runes in his hands, his footsteps completely silent, the only indication he’s there at all is seeing flashes of him. Eventually he arrives at the Inn, walking inside, sheathing his blades and sitting down to have a drink.
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 smell of blood and death fills the air as a silver mist settles over the outskirts of town. Through the mist a figure can be seen, walking towards the town. They seem to be wearing rags, a mask and hat that hide everything but their eyes, a piercing silver of madness, a pistol on their waist along with the smell of silver bullets. There are many stains on their simple clothes, the most easily recognizable being blood, looking strangely different than regular blood. They have some kind of old shortswords covered in powerful runes in his hands, his footsteps completely silent, the only indication he’s there at all is seeing flashes of him. Eventually he arrives at the Inn, walking inside, sheathing his blades and sitting down to have a drink.
Don’t have anything for that sry
*It’s all good Fry, I can wait for someone who can.*
The smell of blood and death fills the air as a silver mist settles over the outskirts of town. Through the mist a figure can be seen, walking towards the town. They seem to be wearing rags, a mask and hat that hide everything but their eyes, a piercing silver of madness, a pistol on their waist along with the smell of silver bullets. There are many stains on their simple clothes, the most easily recognizable being blood, looking strangely different than regular blood. They have some kind of old shortswords covered in powerful runes in his hands, his footsteps completely silent, the only indication he’s there at all is seeing flashes of him. Eventually he arrives at the Inn, walking inside, sheathing his blades and sitting down to have a drink.
Don’t have anything for that sry
*It’s all good Fry, I can wait for someone who can.*
Thx bud
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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)
*Kids name is Dee and is a straight punk kid.*
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
*wdym?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I have about ten minutes to chat now that people are on.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
***Punk***
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
*Nom nom*
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
*Oh, I thought you meant they were like a straight version of Link from Zelda and I would’ve agreed, that man is definitely at least bi*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yippee!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Two minutes. Plead your case.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*WAIT NO PLEASE DON’T LEAVE*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Too late*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Oh hi friends! I’m back from vacation and real happy to see you all <3
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)
*NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*yooo*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I HAVE RETURNED! I’m sorry for disappearing.*
Me as a meme: the “hello I’m so happy to see you” in the I’m going to punch the next person I see meme
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)
*Heres my Hunter, Bloodborne style.*
The smell of blood and death fills the air as a silver mist settles over the outskirts of town. Through the mist a figure can be seen, walking towards the town. They seem to be wearing rags, a mask and hat that hide everything but their eyes, a piercing silver of madness, a pistol on their waist along with the smell of silver bullets. There are many stains on their simple clothes, the most easily recognizable being blood, looking strangely different than regular blood. They have some kind of old shortswords covered in powerful runes in his hands, his footsteps completely silent.
The only indication he’s there at all is seeing flashes of him, like he’s not truly entirely there. Eventually he arrives at the Inn, walking inside, sheathing his blades and sitting down to have a drink. He doesn’t pull down his mask, looking at the glass silently.
Don’t have anything for that sry
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)
*It’s all good Fry, I can wait for someone who can.*
Thx bud
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)
*salutations*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.