A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
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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)
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
He stumbles up to the chair next to her and orders a glass of red wine.
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
He stumbles up to the chair next to her and orders a glass of red wine.
She keeps her eyes forward.
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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)
*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
He stumbles up to the chair next to her and orders a glass of red wine.
She keeps her eyes forward.
“Want some wine?” He asks, flipping a coin. It lands on tails and he yanks it back. “No wine for you. Tails means I’m not being generous today.”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A boy about 14 years old is wandering around. He has short black hair and green eyes.
For some reason, there is a white tiger on the rooftop of the in, wearing armor made of pure ice that protects his hide. His eyes are a cold blue, and he is fit and majestic. He slowly jumps down from the roof and shifts into an anthropomorphic white tiger, still wearing armor, with black stripes. He carries a spear made of melting blue ice. He approaches the boy, hand outstretched.
“Hi.” He shakes the hand. A faint magical aura is coming off of him.
He smiles. “Hello.” His voice is soft and deep, like honey. “Is this the place they call Lords Rest Inn?”
“I think so. I just arrived. I’m Anteciren.”
He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
“Oh.”
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Just arrived.”
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
“Herstranera, how about you?”
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
“What a nice aura. Do you have magic?”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*I do have a few new character ideas but it’s basically an anthropomorphic snow tiger and an anthropomorphic sharky.*
Try making an undead. I could give you an idea to start with if you want
*Idk, I might just make your classic vampire.*
*vampire is cool, but when I make an undead I give them something extra. I once played a ghost who broke mirrors because she was very vain while she was alive and she thought death made her ugly*
*Drunken vampire, I’m thinking.*
*okay*
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
He stumbles up to the chair next to her and orders a glass of red wine.
She keeps her eyes forward.
“Want some wine?” He asks, flipping a coin. It lands on tails and he yanks it back. “No wine for you. Tails means I’m not being generous today.”
“I don’t drink.” She sips from her tea. “Alcohol, that is”
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He nods. “It is truly nice to meet you, Anteciren. I am Frysten. I used to have an inn much like this one, but warriors from a neighboring country burned it down.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
A young man walks into the inn, wobbly and unsteady, wearing brown clothing. His eyes are a deep crimson, his hair is long and black, and his teeth are fanged. His breath smells of blood and alcohol.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
“Oh.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
He smiles sadly. “Yes… I was hoping to find a job here to maybe start my Inn back up again.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
Lorelai sits at the counter, tracing the edge of her teacup with her finger
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)
“I don’t know who to talk to about getting a job.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
He stumbles up to the chair next to her and orders a glass of red wine.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
“Have you been here long?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
“Just arrived.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
She keeps her eyes forward.
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)
“Want some wine?” He asks, flipping a coin. It lands on tails and he yanks it back. “No wine for you. Tails means I’m not being generous today.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
“Ah. Me too. Where do you hail from?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
“Herstranera, how about you?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Nowhere you would know of. What is Herstanera?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
“A remote village in a lesser known country.” As it gets later the magical aura from him starts to get stronger.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*hello, darlings!*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Hello, Arch!*
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
“What a nice aura. Do you have magic?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*hi.*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“I don’t drink.” She sips from her tea. “Alcohol, that is”
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)