Run, Run, Don’t Shrink and Cower, join us at the Witching Hour, we’ll skip and sing in thrashing light, to smother the shrieks of endless night!
in the dark of the night, outside of town in an overgrown field, a plume of smoke and ash rises into the sky. The golden light of fire can be seen next, climbing up into the sky along with it, wrapping its burning tendrils of heat around some dreadful silhouette of a giant, more than twenty feet tall. It doesn’t move, but it does burn, and it does scream. Around the giant figure are twelve or so people, all with masks of various woodland animals, sheep, wolves, deer, goats, birds. They dance around the burning wickerman, laughing and chanting as it slowly burns. One of the figures, wearing a red rabbit mask, seems to be leading them. She holds a sickle in one hand and a wooden staff in the other, that staff topped with a woven circular symbol, in which a live spider spins its web.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Oh that’s some great timing. Wanna rp or something?*
*sure*
*Do you have a preference on who you want?£
*no. hit me :3*
*Okay, I’ll try. Let’s just focus on this for now.*
Marie is preparing as today is the day of her and Jax’s wedding. Her hair is long and well kept, and all of them promise not to turn into snakes during the ceremony. She has taken off all of her other rings, wearing her black dress and vail as she waits for her fiancé in the Broken down church, cleaned up and actually looking functional thanks to her and Lilac's efforts. She holds a bouquet of roses, though she wasn’t able to find an ordained priest that would help a grave robber.
Run, Run, Don’t Shrink and Cower, join us at the Witching Hour, we’ll skip and sing in thrashing light, to smother the shrieks of endless night!
in the dark of the night, outside of town in an overgrown field, a plume of smoke and ash rises into the sky. The golden light of fire can be seen next, climbing up into the sky along with it, wrapping its burning tendrils of heat around some dreadful silhouette of a giant, more than twenty feet tall. It doesn’t move, but it does burn, and it does scream. Around the giant figure are twelve or so people, all with masks of various woodland animals, sheep, wolves, deer, goats, birds. They dance around the burning wickerman, laughing and chanting as it slowly burns. One of the figures, wearing a red rabbit mask, seems to be leading them. She holds a sickle in one hand and a wooden staff in the other, that staff topped with a woven circular symbol, in which a live spider spins its web.
*I AM BACK*
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(I am good. hbu)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Oh, my weary soul
We've met your kind before
Set fire to us all
And oh sweet Providence
Come save us from ourselves
From Hell and consequence
*I’m great! I Have school off today*
(Same here)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Oh, my weary soul
We've met your kind before
Set fire to us all
And oh sweet Providence
Come save us from ourselves
From Hell and consequence
*I didn't see this yesterday and... uh... you need protogen jesus*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*That sounds fun, hope to rp with you soon. Take care of yourself.*
Run, Run, Don’t Shrink and Cower, join us at the Witching Hour, we’ll skip and sing in thrashing light, to smother the shrieks of endless night!
in the dark of the night, outside of town in an overgrown field, a plume of smoke and ash rises into the sky. The golden light of fire can be seen next, climbing up into the sky along with it, wrapping its burning tendrils of heat around some dreadful silhouette of a giant, more than twenty feet tall. It doesn’t move, but it does burn, and it does scream. Around the giant figure are twelve or so people, all with masks of various woodland animals, sheep, wolves, deer, goats, birds. They dance around the burning wickerman, laughing and chanting as it slowly burns. One of the figures, wearing a red rabbit mask, seems to be leading them. She holds a sickle in one hand and a wooden staff in the other, that staff topped with a woven circular symbol, in which a live spider spins its web.
*Is anyone else here? Or am I alone?*
*I AM HERE*
*PEOPLE FINALLY*
*but also I’m going to eat something really quick, I’ll be right back*
*Oh that’s some great timing. Wanna rp or something?*
*hello salem wanna continue?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*You reacted like you were trapped in a deserted island. Take your time, I’ll be here.*
*Do you have a preference on who you want?£
*Okay, I’ll try. Let’s just focus on this for now.*
Marie is preparing as today is the day of her and Jax’s wedding. Her hair is long and well kept, and all of them promise not to turn into snakes during the ceremony. She has taken off all of her other rings, wearing her black dress and vail as she waits for her fiancé in the Broken down church, cleaned up and actually looking functional thanks to her and Lilac's efforts. She holds a bouquet of roses, though she wasn’t able to find an ordained priest that would help a grave robber.
(hello again)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Oh, my weary soul
We've met your kind before
Set fire to us all
And oh sweet Providence
Come save us from ourselves
From Hell and consequence
*I AM BACK*