*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
“Monster problem?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
“Monster problem?”
"mhm" *watch rwby*
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
“Monster problem?”
"mhm" *watch rwby*
“Oh.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
“Monster problem?”
"mhm" *watch rwby*
“Oh.”
"I'm well on my way to becoming a huntress and doing something about it." they slam their cup down on the counter. "Somebody has to."
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, 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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
“Monster problem?”
"mhm" *watch rwby*
“Oh.”
"I'm well on my way to becoming a huntress and doing something about it." they slam their cup down on the counter. "Somebody has to."
“Ah. Is that your goal in life?”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The atmosphere in the town has grown tense, thick with an air of apprehension. A mysterious figure has made his entrance, cloaked entirely in black, as if he were a living shadow blending seamlessly with the night. He is built like a brick wall, tall and imposing with broad shoulders. His face is obscured by a fitted balaclava that leaves only his strikingly icy blue eyes visible, glimmering like shards of ice against the dark fabric. The area around his eyes is accentuated with smudges of grease paint, adding an unsettling contrast to his otherwise monochromatic appearance.
Every inch of his skin is covered from sight, swathed in layers of darkness; his hands are encased in black gloves, and his feet are shod in sturdy black boots that whisper against the cobblestones. A long, flowing black coat envelops him, its fabric lightweight yet formidable, with deep pockets that hint at unspoken secrets within. Beneath the coat, a set of sleek black leather armor clings to his frame, sculpted to afford both protection and agility while complementing a fitted black turtleneck that clings to his form.
His lower half is adorned with cargo pants, bristling with various pockets that suggest preparedness for anything life might throw his way. Around his waist, a rugged leather belt cinches the outfit, and from one of the loops dangles a solitary scrap of blue fabric, a stark note of color amidst the engulfing darkness, perhaps a remnant of a past long left behind.
He doesn't stare at anyone, almost seeming to see right through them, his eyes focused solely ahead as his feet carry him to the tavern.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The atmosphere in the town has grown tense, thick with an air of apprehension. A mysterious figure has made his entrance, cloaked entirely in black, as if he were a living shadow blending seamlessly with the night. He is built like a brick wall, tall and imposing with broad shoulders. His face is obscured by a fitted balaclava that leaves only his strikingly icy blue eyes visible, glimmering like shards of ice against the dark fabric. The area around his eyes is accentuated with smudges of grease paint, adding an unsettling contrast to his otherwise monochromatic appearance.
Every inch of his skin is covered from sight, swathed in layers of darkness; his hands are encased in black gloves, and his feet are shod in sturdy black boots that whisper against the cobblestones. A long, flowing black coat envelops him, its fabric lightweight yet formidable, with deep pockets that hint at unspoken secrets within. Beneath the coat, a set of sleek black leather armor clings to his frame, sculpted to afford both protection and agility while complementing a fitted black turtleneck that clings to his form.
His lower half is adorned with cargo pants, bristling with various pockets that suggest preparedness for anything life might throw his way. Around his waist, a rugged leather belt cinches the outfit, and from one of the loops dangles a solitary scrap of blue fabric, a stark note of color amidst the engulfing darkness, perhaps a remnant of a past long left behind.
He doesn't stare at anyone, almost seeming to see right through them, his eyes focused solely ahead as his feet carry him to the tavern.
A large strugel dressed in pale, mildewed cultist robes sits at the bar. His face seems to be held on with staples. The Saint turns his head, scratching at the dried blood under his eyes. "Hey, man. Want a burrito?" He slides his plate over. There is one and a half breakfast burritos on it.
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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 atmosphere in the town has grown tense, thick with an air of apprehension. A mysterious figure has made his entrance, cloaked entirely in black, as if he were a living shadow blending seamlessly with the night. He is built like a brick wall, tall and imposing with broad shoulders. His face is obscured by a fitted balaclava that leaves only his strikingly icy blue eyes visible, glimmering like shards of ice against the dark fabric. The area around his eyes is accentuated with smudges of grease paint, adding an unsettling contrast to his otherwise monochromatic appearance.
Every inch of his skin is covered from sight, swathed in layers of darkness; his hands are encased in black gloves, and his feet are shod in sturdy black boots that whisper against the cobblestones. A long, flowing black coat envelops him, its fabric lightweight yet formidable, with deep pockets that hint at unspoken secrets within. Beneath the coat, a set of sleek black leather armor clings to his frame, sculpted to afford both protection and agility while complementing a fitted black turtleneck that clings to his form.
His lower half is adorned with cargo pants, bristling with various pockets that suggest preparedness for anything life might throw his way. Around his waist, a rugged leather belt cinches the outfit, and from one of the loops dangles a solitary scrap of blue fabric, a stark note of color amidst the engulfing darkness, perhaps a remnant of a past long left behind.
He doesn't stare at anyone, almost seeming to see right through them, his eyes focused solely ahead as his feet carry him to the tavern.
A large strugel dressed in pale, mildewed cultist robes sits at the bar. His face seems to be held on with staples. The Saint turns his head, scratching at the dried blood under his eyes. "Hey, man. Want a burrito?" He slides his plate over. There is one and a half breakfast burritos on it.
Simon narrows his eyes, the blue seeming to grow darker as he does "I do not... I'm not hungry."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A large strugel dressed in pale, mildewed cultist robes sits at the bar. His face seems to be held on with staples. The Saint turns his head, scratching at the dried blood under his eyes. "Hey, man. Want a burrito?" He slides his plate over. There is one and a half breakfast burritos on it.
Simon narrows his eyes, the blue seeming to grow darker as he does "I do not... I'm not hungry."
"Alright then." He puts the plate back. "What brings you here?" The little priest takes a bite out of the half burrito.
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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.
A large strugel dressed in pale, mildewed cultist robes sits at the bar. His face seems to be held on with staples. The Saint turns his head, scratching at the dried blood under his eyes. "Hey, man. Want a burrito?" He slides his plate over. There is one and a half breakfast burritos on it.
Simon narrows his eyes, the blue seeming to grow darker as he does "I do not... I'm not hungry."
"Alright then." He puts the plate back. "What brings you here?" The little priest takes a bite out of the half burrito.
".." he is quiet for a moment "Work.. I am here for work." he said, his monotone voice barely changing.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Alright then." He puts the plate back. "What brings you here?" The little priest takes a bite out of the half burrito.
".." he is quiet for a moment "Work.. I am here for work." he said, his monotone voice barely changing.
He nods. "Are you feeling alright? You seem a little out of it."
"I am well." He said and fiddled with his pocket for a second, pulling out a cigarette pack from it "Well enough I suppose at least." He tilts his head and pulls out a lighter as well, lighting the tip of the cigarette, watching the flame catch as the cherry turns red and burns. He lifts up his mask a bit, rolling up the cloth until he frees his mouth. He inhales deeply, letting the smoke curl in his lungs before exhaling a drag. His lips are scarred, most likely by a knife or some sharp object, his skin pale from lack of sun it seems.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He nods. "Are you feeling alright? You seem a little out of it."
"I am well." He said and fiddled with his pocket for a second, pulling out a cigarette pack from it "Well enough I suppose at least." He tilts his head and pulls out a lighter as well, lighting the tip of the cigarette, watching the flame catch as the cherry turns red and burns. He lifts up his mask a bit, rolling up the cloth until he frees his mouth. He inhales deeply, letting the smoke curl in his lungs before exhaling a drag. His lips are scarred, most likely by a knife or some sharp object, his skin pale from lack of sun it seems.
"I mean, you're still alive and kicking, so that's good." A bit of his face hangs down, revealing a black void with an eye peeking out. He doesn't seem to notice. "What you smokin', friend?"
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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.
He nods. "Are you feeling alright? You seem a little out of it."
"I am well." He said and fiddled with his pocket for a second, pulling out a cigarette pack from it "Well enough I suppose at least." He tilts his head and pulls out a lighter as well, lighting the tip of the cigarette, watching the flame catch as the cherry turns red and burns. He lifts up his mask a bit, rolling up the cloth until he frees his mouth. He inhales deeply, letting the smoke curl in his lungs before exhaling a drag. His lips are scarred, most likely by a knife or some sharp object, his skin pale from lack of sun it seems.
"I mean, you're still alive and kicking, so that's good." A bit of his face hangs down, revealing a black void with an eye peeking out. He doesn't seem to notice. "What you smokin', friend?"
"Firefern, keeps me on edge." He said and shrugged his shoulders, looking away "Nothing good for the body if you are wanting to know."
"I mean, you're still alive and kicking, so that's good." A bit of his face hangs down, revealing a black void with an eye peeking out. He doesn't seem to notice. "What you smokin', friend?"
"Firefern, keeps me on edge." He said and shrugged his shoulders, looking away "Nothing good for the body if you are warning."
"I'm not. We all have our vices." He looks through a little booklet. "Very potent stuff. You should probably eat some chocolate to go with it unless you're raring for a fight right now."
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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.
*cut for banan* Their fist tightens around their drink. "It's none of your business" their voice is dark and intense
“You just robbed me. I’d say anything you do is my business now.”
"I'm not doing anything besides trying to enjoy my cider." the something twitches again
“And twitching your head.”
"I'm not-" they put down their drink. Slowly, they pull their hood down, revealing a pair of fox ears nestled in their untidy red hair. "Happy now?"
“I met a ram man god who tricked me into joining his cult. That’s not that weird.”
they scoff. "I forget where exactly I am sometimes. This place is a strange one." *in the RWBY universe, animal people are commonly descriminated against after a recent war that was caused by centuries of oppression. To give a real-world comparison, it's like the rampant arab-phobia after the gulf war. It's gotten so bad in this world that faunus(the animal dudes) tend to hide their animal traits so they won't be treated differently. I find the whole concept very intriguing, which is why I decided to incorporate it in C's backstory*
“Oh. Where are you from?”
"Vale. It's pretty far away."
“Never heard of it.”
"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
“Monster problem?”
"mhm" *watch rwby*
“Oh.”
"I'm well on my way to becoming a huntress and doing something about it." they slam their cup down on the counter. "Somebody has to."
“Ah. Is that your goal in life?”
“It’s one of them.” They stare down at their glass. “I’d like to make something of myself besides a thief.”
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"Vale. It's pretty far away."
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“Never heard of it.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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"I don't expect you to. I wouldn't visit if I were you. We've got a bit of a monster problem." They take a swig of their drink.
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“Monster problem?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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"mhm"
*watch rwby*
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“Oh.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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"I'm well on my way to becoming a huntress and doing something about it." they slam their cup down on the counter. "Somebody has to."
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*lol i'm an anthropology enjoyer*
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“Ah. Is that your goal in life?”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
The atmosphere in the town has grown tense, thick with an air of apprehension. A mysterious figure has made his entrance, cloaked entirely in black, as if he were a living shadow blending seamlessly with the night. He is built like a brick wall, tall and imposing with broad shoulders. His face is obscured by a fitted balaclava that leaves only his strikingly icy blue eyes visible, glimmering like shards of ice against the dark fabric. The area around his eyes is accentuated with smudges of grease paint, adding an unsettling contrast to his otherwise monochromatic appearance.
Every inch of his skin is covered from sight, swathed in layers of darkness; his hands are encased in black gloves, and his feet are shod in sturdy black boots that whisper against the cobblestones. A long, flowing black coat envelops him, its fabric lightweight yet formidable, with deep pockets that hint at unspoken secrets within. Beneath the coat, a set of sleek black leather armor clings to his frame, sculpted to afford both protection and agility while complementing a fitted black turtleneck that clings to his form.
His lower half is adorned with cargo pants, bristling with various pockets that suggest preparedness for anything life might throw his way. Around his waist, a rugged leather belt cinches the outfit, and from one of the loops dangles a solitary scrap of blue fabric, a stark note of color amidst the engulfing darkness, perhaps a remnant of a past long left behind.
He doesn't stare at anyone, almost seeming to see right through them, his eyes focused solely ahead as his feet carry him to the tavern.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A large strugel dressed in pale, mildewed cultist robes sits at the bar. His face seems to be held on with staples. The Saint turns his head, scratching at the dried blood under his eyes. "Hey, man. Want a burrito?" He slides his plate over. There is one and a half breakfast burritos on it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon narrows his eyes, the blue seeming to grow darker as he does "I do not... I'm not hungry."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Alright then." He puts the plate back. "What brings you here?" The little priest takes a bite out of the half burrito.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
".." he is quiet for a moment "Work.. I am here for work." he said, his monotone voice barely changing.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods. "Are you feeling alright? You seem a little out of it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I am well." He said and fiddled with his pocket for a second, pulling out a cigarette pack from it "Well enough I suppose at least." He tilts his head and pulls out a lighter as well, lighting the tip of the cigarette, watching the flame catch as the cherry turns red and burns. He lifts up his mask a bit, rolling up the cloth until he frees his mouth. He inhales deeply, letting the smoke curl in his lungs before exhaling a drag. His lips are scarred, most likely by a knife or some sharp object, his skin pale from lack of sun it seems.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I mean, you're still alive and kicking, so that's good." A bit of his face hangs down, revealing a black void with an eye peeking out. He doesn't seem to notice. "What you smokin', friend?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Firefern, keeps me on edge." He said and shrugged his shoulders, looking away "Nothing good for the body if you are wanting to know."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I'm not. We all have our vices." He looks through a little booklet. "Very potent stuff. You should probably eat some chocolate to go with it unless you're raring for a fight right now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“It’s one of them.” They stare down at their glass. “I’d like to make something of myself besides a thief.”
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