Night falls, and the lawn of the inn is empty. Almost. Silhouetted in the light of a small campfire is a heavily tattooed brass dragonborn. He sings an old, mournful song in a quiet, smooth baritone, as soft as a sigh, yet sad enough to make the stoic weep. His naval coat and hat are discarded beside him as he sits on the ground.
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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 (and hopefully more)
*Salem remember vaska? She has a story of her own, but i don't think you ever learned her secrets*
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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 (and hopefully more)
*Salem remember vaska? She has a story of her own, but i don't think you ever learned her secrets*
*Vaska? the wolf girl?*
*no i have a lot of characters the blind girl*
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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 (and hopefully more)
*Cut for Salem.*
“Just the one I’ve got, he’s a good one though, protecting a god is quite the experience.”
“What did you do? Or can I not ask?”
He walks into the kitchen, and soon the smell of good food fills the air around them.
*Sure.*
“You would think that, wouldn’t you?” She reaches out a claw and boops them on the nose, “I might want another though.”
“Around the time you started floating, why were you floating again?”
He comes back soon after with an appetizer, some sweet meats, for them, the smell amazing.
Night falls, and the lawn of the inn is empty. Almost. Silhouetted in the light of a small campfire is a heavily tattooed brass dragonborn. He sings an old, mournful song in a quiet, smooth baritone, as soft as a sigh, yet sad enough to make the stoic weep. His naval coat and hat are discarded beside him as he sits on the ground.
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 (and hopefully more)
*ello*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Sorru I disappeared again.*
She shakes her claws with a smile, “I’ve seen demons before, I can’t wait to see what makes you different.”
“You are growing enlightened? Interesting.”
He places down a bundle of silverware, smiling at them, “Enjoy.” Chef’s utensils:23, he also gets 31 temp hp
*Hello, Jobah.*
*Gtg soon.*
“Oh really? That’s a new one, what’s your name, cutie?” She asks, tapping the counter.
“Oh… have you always been?” He asks tilting his head.
He sits down next to them, watching them eat with a smile “Enjoying it?”
“Natasha. Tired, are you?” She saunters around the counter and sits in her recliner, “Have a rest.”
“Can you… help me to become enlightened?”
“Good, the main meal hasn’t finished just yet, please be patient.”
*okay ACTUAL ello this time*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Salem remember vaska? She has a story of her own, but i don't think you ever learned her secrets*
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 (and hopefully more)
A topaz dragonborn with faded markings on his scales, clad in sportswear, is heading down the street, looking a bit worried.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*no i have a lot of characters the blind girl*
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 (and hopefully more)