I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*great! I have been Soooo productive recently, I’ve finished and turned in my application for this school program thing, and I’m preparing for the upcoming musical auditions. Still, nobody has given me a straight answer on whether i can or can’t use Shakespeare (apparently someone did it before and got in, but half of everyone i ask says no, the rest say yes or maybe, and it’s very confusing) and I haven’t asked my theatre teacher about it yet, so I’m searching for another option. I found one kinda funny one, but one of my other friends is using that one and I don’t want to use the same one as them. It’s from ride the Cyclone.*
*I don't fully understand since I'm not a theatre kid, but I wish you much luck!*
*ah, I nearly forgot that, but thank you for the wishes of good luck anyways, darling!*
They feel Merabelle weakly grab at their wrist, opening her eyes and looking up at them, “Sweetheart… don’t hurt yerself fer me…” She says, trying to pull them away, but too weak herself.
He thinks about it for a moment, before resting his head on his knees, looking down at the ground, “I miss them… but I don’t know if I want to see them again. I know that’s weird, but… I don’t know…” He closes his eyes, holding back tears of confusion and worry and so many more emotions.
"You'll die if the corruption isn't kept in check... and I can't let that happen... they all still need you..." It says, having some difficulty speaking through the burning pain.
It is silent for a long while, deep in thought. "...Is it that you miss the way things were before? Before... well, before everything happened with him..?" It asks, trying to help guide him through the confusion but not entirely sure how to comfort him.
She continues to try and pull them away, the pain only growing more intense the more they take, the process is slow with the amount of corruption within her, but progress is visible as they go, “Sweetheart, I need ya too…”
He thinks about it, stifling his tears as he considers if that may be the reason, before looking back to his magic book, his father’s signature sitting in faded ink on the cover, “Maybe… I don’t know… I just… I don’t… my family just…” He stops talking.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
The Dead One's Heir is watching an orb, listening to it as it mutters
Rei is looking around afraid, half covered in blood and scratches
A silver mist settles all around them, Eithan goes for a walk as the mist follows his every step.
John has been looking for them, and is only more worried that he hasn’t found them yet.
The large dragonborn covered in chains turns to them "The Dead One does not see that you are trespassing. You may stay here, so long as you cause no disturbance..."
Rei falls down, and from another side of the forest, the dragon version of her calls out
He looks up at it. "Hello. You look cuddly, but you don't cuddle like I thought you would." He tilts his chubby-faced head. "Why is that?"
"Oh, I just moved in and wanted to visit. Found a rat in the yard." He walks in circles around Helianth, sticking his leg straight out before leaning forward until he falls on it, righting himself, and repeating the movement with his other leg. "What are you, by the way?"
It is silent for a while, thinking. "I am... not entirely material. Most of my being is simply energy." It responds, with the faintest bit more happiness in its voice.
"I see- welcome to the neighborhood, then. I am Helianth- I was an ordinary sunflower at one point, though you can already tell I didn't stay that way for long. Funny how things change over time, isn't it?" It responds, its myriad flower heads following his every movement. "Who are you?"
"Oh. That doesn't sound very fun." He walks through it repeatedly. "So, I'm Skwasniec. What's your name?"
"I am Stigmata. Ironically, people typically like me for some reason despite my murderous tendencies. I'm kind of an interdimensional nightmare entity. It's, uh, not as cool as it sounds."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Dead One's Heir is watching an orb, listening to it as it mutters
Rei is looking around afraid, half covered in blood and scratches
A silver mist settles all around them, Eithan goes for a walk as the mist follows his every step.
John has been looking for them, and is only more worried that he hasn’t found them yet.
The large dragonborn covered in chains turns to them "The Dead One does not see that you are trespassing. You may stay here, so long as you cause no disturbance..."
Rei falls down, and from another side of the forest, the dragon version of her calls out
He turns back to them, his silver eyes cutting right through them, as if they aren’t even there before softening up a little bit “The Dead One? We haven’t spoken in ages, how are they?”
He begins sprinting towards the sound as fast as he can, he grabs his blade but not his armor, going as quickly as he possibly can.
He starts shaking violently. He sobs, not moving. "Then why is the world so cruel to us? Why are we so sub-standard in the face of humanity?"
"Oh, I see. It's a... dialect thing, right?" He puts his head on the notebook, obviously wanting pets.
Her form seems to shift, almost taking on an 'angelic' sort of form. Large wings in a set of two unfold from her back. Her skull-face turning to a peaceful human one. The rest of her body stays the same but she gently holds him still. "I do not know. Perhaps they are sinners and are jealous that we are loved unlike them? But we are sinners too are we not? Also, he loves everyone so that would not be true in any sort." She offered "I feel they treat us bad because we are ugly in their eyes."
William pets him, shrugging. Samaritan sighs "I mainly speak Common and Infernal but I also speak different dialects of Common like Russian, French, German. Stuff like that."
He just stands there. "You're very powerful, aren't you? Most people would have broken immediately when I started yelling..." He whimpers faintly. "You're... purer than most."
"Cool! I only know Common and Draconic." He makes a sort of purring sound as William pets him.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I... scared a woman, th-then I made some drunk guys angry, and then I killed 17 and a half people... They were being mean to one of my cousins... and you know how rare those are, right?" He's stifling sobs.
"Howdy." It sniffs her. "You tried bloodletting yet?"
“Don’t cry, don’t feel as though you are evil for being things less than good. Stigmata, can you sense evil, can you sense sin within someone?” He asks, putting his hand on their head, pulling it up to them.
She nods, though a bit surprised “How’d ya know I ain’t… doin’ well ta say the least ‘bout it?”
"Y-yes... but I'm literally made of evil!" His body is sturdy despite its intangible nature.
"Dragons are connected to the earth. You are too. We're only a little leap away." He nuzzles her hand. "I'm more connected to the earth than most. No wings, see?" He turns around, 'revealing' himself to be a drake (it was obvious beforehand).
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The Dead One's Heir is watching an orb, listening to it as it mutters
Rei is looking around afraid, half covered in blood and scratches
A silver mist settles all around them, Eithan goes for a walk as the mist follows his every step.
John has been looking for them, and is only more worried that he hasn’t found them yet.
The large dragonborn covered in chains turns to them "The Dead One does not see that you are trespassing. You may stay here, so long as you cause no disturbance..."
Rei falls down, and from another side of the forest, the dragon version of her calls out
He turns back to them, his silver eyes cutting right through them, as if they aren’t even there before softening up a little bit “The Dead One? We haven’t spoken in ages, how are they?”
He begins sprinting towards the sound as fast as he can, he grabs his blade but not his armor, going as quickly as he possibly can.
"Ah. So you know them..." they stare into the orb for about a minute "They state that they are currently rather okay, despite being in this pocket dimension. They also have asked this question 'How are you doing?'"
They see the larger form of them, flinching and rushing towards the smaller them, frantic
"I... scared a woman, th-then I made some drunk guys angry, and then I killed 17 and a half people... They were being mean to one of my cousins... and you know how rare those are, right?" He's stifling sobs.
"Howdy." It sniffs her. "You tried bloodletting yet?"
“Don’t cry, don’t feel as though you are evil for being things less than good. Stigmata, can you sense evil, can you sense sin within someone?” He asks, putting his hand on their head, pulling it up to them.
She nods, though a bit surprised “How’d ya know I ain’t… doin’ well ta say the least ‘bout it?”
"Y-yes... but I'm literally made of evil!" His body is sturdy despite its intangible nature.
"Dragons are connected to the earth. You are too. We're only a little leap away." He nuzzles her hand. "I'm more connected to the earth than most. No wings, see?" He turns around, 'revealing' himself to be a drake (it was obvious beforehand).
“Stigmata, I want you to sense everything you can on me, whatever you can find within my soul, I won’t resist, I will allow you to know what I’ve done, and then you tell me if I’m good or evil, or neither or both.” He says with a soft smile.
She pets them weakly, her hand burning hot despite being naturally cold as a Goliath, she seems to be in a lot of pain, and getting worse at hiding it “Ain’t that somethin’ special?”
The Dead One's Heir is watching an orb, listening to it as it mutters
Rei is looking around afraid, half covered in blood and scratches
A silver mist settles all around them, Eithan goes for a walk as the mist follows his every step.
John has been looking for them, and is only more worried that he hasn’t found them yet.
The large dragonborn covered in chains turns to them "The Dead One does not see that you are trespassing. You may stay here, so long as you cause no disturbance..."
Rei falls down, and from another side of the forest, the dragon version of her calls out
He turns back to them, his silver eyes cutting right through them, as if they aren’t even there before softening up a little bit “The Dead One? We haven’t spoken in ages, how are they?”
He begins sprinting towards the sound as fast as he can, he grabs his blade but not his armor, going as quickly as he possibly can.
"Ah. So you know them..." they stare into the orb for about a minute "They state that they are currently rather okay, despite being in this pocket dimension. They also have asked this question 'How are you doing?'"
They see the larger form of them, flinching and rushing towards the smaller them, frantic
“After being finally able to take control of my body back, I’m doing well, the darkness has begun spreading again, and I’m destined to die once more, but other than that, good. Oh, and just so you know, I’m Eithan by the way.” He bows respectfully to them.
He picks up the smaller body, rushing over to their larger form at the same time, worried about the both of them.
They feel Merabelle weakly grab at their wrist, opening her eyes and looking up at them, “Sweetheart… don’t hurt yerself fer me…” She says, trying to pull them away, but too weak herself.
He thinks about it for a moment, before resting his head on his knees, looking down at the ground, “I miss them… but I don’t know if I want to see them again. I know that’s weird, but… I don’t know…” He closes his eyes, holding back tears of confusion and worry and so many more emotions.
"You'll die if the corruption isn't kept in check... and I can't let that happen... they all still need you..." It says, having some difficulty speaking through the burning pain.
It is silent for a long while, deep in thought. "...Is it that you miss the way things were before? Before... well, before everything happened with him..?" It asks, trying to help guide him through the confusion but not entirely sure how to comfort him.
She continues to try and pull them away, the pain only growing more intense the more they take, the process is slow with the amount of corruption within her, but progress is visible as they go, “Sweetheart, I need ya too…”
He thinks about it, stifling his tears as he considers if that may be the reason, before looking back to his magic book, his father’s signature sitting in faded ink on the cover, “Maybe… I don’t know… I just… I don’t… my family just…” He stops talking.
"...I know." It responds, continuing to absorb as much as it can, pushing through the pain.
It stops talking as well, one of the plant's gnarled branches slowly moving to place itself on Tim's shoulder.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
They feel Merabelle weakly grab at their wrist, opening her eyes and looking up at them, “Sweetheart… don’t hurt yerself fer me…” She says, trying to pull them away, but too weak herself.
He thinks about it for a moment, before resting his head on his knees, looking down at the ground, “I miss them… but I don’t know if I want to see them again. I know that’s weird, but… I don’t know…” He closes his eyes, holding back tears of confusion and worry and so many more emotions.
"You'll die if the corruption isn't kept in check... and I can't let that happen... they all still need you..." It says, having some difficulty speaking through the burning pain.
It is silent for a long while, deep in thought. "...Is it that you miss the way things were before? Before... well, before everything happened with him..?" It asks, trying to help guide him through the confusion but not entirely sure how to comfort him.
She continues to try and pull them away, the pain only growing more intense the more they take, the process is slow with the amount of corruption within her, but progress is visible as they go, “Sweetheart, I need ya too…”
He thinks about it, stifling his tears as he considers if that may be the reason, before looking back to his magic book, his father’s signature sitting in faded ink on the cover, “Maybe… I don’t know… I just… I don’t… my family just…” He stops talking.
"...I know." It responds, continuing to absorb as much as it can, pushing through the pain.
It stops talking as well, one of the plant's gnarled branches slowly moving to place itself on Tim's shoulder.
After a while the amount becomes too much to bare, at least at the moment for a technically still young being such as Amicus.
They lean into the touch of the plant, despite not feeding on Tim, it seems to be gaining nutrients simply by taking contact with him.
The Dead One's Heir is watching an orb, listening to it as it mutters
Rei is looking around afraid, half covered in blood and scratches
A silver mist settles all around them, Eithan goes for a walk as the mist follows his every step.
John has been looking for them, and is only more worried that he hasn’t found them yet.
The large dragonborn covered in chains turns to them "The Dead One does not see that you are trespassing. You may stay here, so long as you cause no disturbance..."
Rei falls down, and from another side of the forest, the dragon version of her calls out
He turns back to them, his silver eyes cutting right through them, as if they aren’t even there before softening up a little bit “The Dead One? We haven’t spoken in ages, how are they?”
He begins sprinting towards the sound as fast as he can, he grabs his blade but not his armor, going as quickly as he possibly can.
"Ah. So you know them..." they stare into the orb for about a minute "They state that they are currently rather okay, despite being in this pocket dimension. They also have asked this question 'How are you doing?'"
They see the larger form of them, flinching and rushing towards the smaller them, frantic
“After being finally able to take control of my body back, I’m doing well, the darkness has begun spreading again, and I’m destined to die once more, but other than that, good. Oh, and just so you know, I’m Eithan by the way.” He bows respectfully to them.
He picks up the smaller body, rushing over to their larger form at the same time, worried about the both of them.
They whisper into the orb before bowing back to them "Well hello, Eithan." The chains around The Dark One's Great Heir twist and turn as they smile to them
She coughs up blood before falling unconscious as the larger Rei stares around, their tail wrapped around John, forming a barrier between John and whatever just nearly killed the smaller Rei
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*ah, I nearly forgot that, but thank you for the wishes of good luck anyways, darling!*
*ah, that sucks. hope you get better soon!*
She continues to try and pull them away, the pain only growing more intense the more they take, the process is slow with the amount of corruption within her, but progress is visible as they go, “Sweetheart, I need ya too…”
He thinks about it, stifling his tears as he considers if that may be the reason, before looking back to his magic book, his father’s signature sitting in faded ink on the cover, “Maybe… I don’t know… I just… I don’t… my family just…” He stops talking.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
A silver mist settles all around them, Eithan goes for a walk as the mist follows his every step.
John has been looking for them, and is only more worried that he hasn’t found them yet.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
(I hope so as well)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
The large dragonborn covered in chains turns to them "The Dead One does not see that you are trespassing. You may stay here, so long as you cause no disturbance..."
Rei falls down, and from another side of the forest, the dragon version of her calls out
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Oh. That doesn't sound very fun." He walks through it repeatedly. "So, I'm Skwasniec. What's your name?"
"I am Stigmata. Ironically, people typically like me for some reason despite my murderous tendencies. I'm kind of an interdimensional nightmare entity. It's, uh, not as cool as it sounds."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He turns back to them, his silver eyes cutting right through them, as if they aren’t even there before softening up a little bit “The Dead One? We haven’t spoken in ages, how are they?”
He begins sprinting towards the sound as fast as he can, he grabs his blade but not his armor, going as quickly as he possibly can.
He just stands there. "You're very powerful, aren't you? Most people would have broken immediately when I started yelling..." He whimpers faintly. "You're... purer than most."
"Cool! I only know Common and Draconic." He makes a sort of purring sound as William pets him.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Y-yes... but I'm literally made of evil!" His body is sturdy despite its intangible nature.
"Dragons are connected to the earth. You are too. We're only a little leap away." He nuzzles her hand. "I'm more connected to the earth than most. No wings, see?" He turns around, 'revealing' himself to be a drake (it was obvious beforehand).
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah. So you know them..." they stare into the orb for about a minute "They state that they are currently rather okay, despite being in this pocket dimension. They also have asked this question 'How are you doing?'"
They see the larger form of them, flinching and rushing towards the smaller them, frantic
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Stigmata, I want you to sense everything you can on me, whatever you can find within my soul, I won’t resist, I will allow you to know what I’ve done, and then you tell me if I’m good or evil, or neither or both.” He says with a soft smile.
She pets them weakly, her hand burning hot despite being naturally cold as a Goliath, she seems to be in a lot of pain, and getting worse at hiding it “Ain’t that somethin’ special?”
*Uh I need help making a Aarakocra for Westdeep (My lil dnd universe thingy)*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“After being finally able to take control of my body back, I’m doing well, the darkness has begun spreading again, and I’m destined to die once more, but other than that, good. Oh, and just so you know, I’m Eithan by the way.” He bows respectfully to them.
He picks up the smaller body, rushing over to their larger form at the same time, worried about the both of them.
"...I know." It responds, continuing to absorb as much as it can, pushing through the pain.
It stops talking as well, one of the plant's gnarled branches slowly moving to place itself on Tim's shoulder.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
After a while the amount becomes too much to bare, at least at the moment for a technically still young being such as Amicus.
They lean into the touch of the plant, despite not feeding on Tim, it seems to be gaining nutrients simply by taking contact with him.
They whisper into the orb before bowing back to them "Well hello, Eithan." The chains around The Dark One's Great Heir twist and turn as they smile to them
She coughs up blood before falling unconscious as the larger Rei stares around, their tail wrapped around John, forming a barrier between John and whatever just nearly killed the smaller Rei
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.