The air seems to become electric, sending the feeling of energy through everyone and everything. The clouds overhead, once few and far between, have began to roll in. Thunder fills the air like drums while lighting plays in the safety of the clouds, lighting them up for all to see.
In the field outside the tavern, the wind begins to pick up. There is a mass, in the center of the field, that seems to be getting up from its resting spot on the ground. Little bits that fly around with the wind seems magnetically attracted to this mass and seem to attach to it's skin, melting in to its new form.
It stands up, shivering a bit. The area around it seems to warp and fluxate for a moment. The wind dies down and the thunder and lightning stops, rain now falling to the ground. The rain is not normal though, each droplet of water is the very essence of color.
The being, with skin the color of almonds and hair the color of flaxed gold, stands amongst it all. Their eyes are filled with wonder and amazement or the area around them, a bright warm smile on their face.
*this is awesome*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
The air seems to become electric, sending the feeling of energy through everyone and everything. The clouds overhead, once few and far between, have began to roll in. Thunder fills the air like drums while lighting plays in the safety of the clouds, lighting them up for all to see.
In the field outside the tavern, the wind begins to pick up. There is a mass, in the center of the field, that seems to be getting up from its resting spot on the ground. Little bits that fly around with the wind seems magnetically attracted to this mass and seem to attach to it's skin, melting in to its new form.
It stands up, shivering a bit. The area around it seems to warp and fluxate for a moment. The wind dies down and the thunder and lightning stops, rain now falling to the ground. The rain is not normal though, each droplet of water is the very essence of color.
The being, with skin the color of almonds and hair the color of flaxed gold, stands amongst it all. Their eyes are filled with wonder and amazement or the area around them, a bright warm smile on their face.
The air seems to become electric, sending the feeling of energy through everyone and everything. The clouds overhead, once few and far between, have began to roll in. Thunder fills the air like drums while lighting plays in the safety of the clouds, lighting them up for all to see.
In the field outside the tavern, the wind begins to pick up. There is a mass, in the center of the field, that seems to be getting up from its resting spot on the ground. Little bits that fly around with the wind seems magnetically attracted to this mass and seem to attach to it's skin, melting in to its new form.
It stands up, shivering a bit. The area around it seems to warp and fluxate for a moment. The wind dies down and the thunder and lightning stops, rain now falling to the ground. The rain is not normal though, each droplet of water is the very essence of color.
The being, with skin the color of almonds and hair the color of flaxed gold, stands amongst it all. Their eyes are filled with wonder and amazement or the area around them, a bright warm smile on their face.
*this is art*
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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)
The air seems to become electric, sending the feeling of energy through everyone and everything. The clouds overhead, once few and far between, have began to roll in. Thunder fills the air like drums while lighting plays in the safety of the clouds, lighting them up for all to see.
In the field outside the tavern, the wind begins to pick up. There is a mass, in the center of the field, that seems to be getting up from its resting spot on the ground. Little bits that fly around with the wind seems magnetically attracted to this mass and seem to attach to it's skin, melting in to its new form.
It stands up, shivering a bit. The area around it seems to warp and fluxate for a moment. The wind dies down and the thunder and lightning stops, rain now falling to the ground. The rain is not normal though, each droplet of water is the very essence of color.
The being, with skin the color of almonds and hair the color of flaxed gold, stands amongst it all. Their eyes are filled with wonder and amazement or the area around them, a bright warm smile on their face.
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)
The air seems to become electric, sending the feeling of energy through everyone and everything. The clouds overhead, once few and far between, have began to roll in. Thunder fills the air like drums while lighting plays in the safety of the clouds, lighting them up for all to see.
In the field outside the tavern, the wind begins to pick up. There is a mass, in the center of the field, that seems to be getting up from its resting spot on the ground. Little bits that fly around with the wind seems magnetically attracted to this mass and seem to attach to it's skin, melting in to its new form.
It stands up, shivering a bit. The area around it seems to warp and fluxate for a moment. The wind dies down and the thunder and lightning stops, rain now falling to the ground. The rain is not normal though, each droplet of water is the very essence of color.
The being, with skin the color of almonds and hair the color of flaxed gold, stands amongst it all. Their eyes are filled with wonder and amazement or the area around them, a bright warm smile on their face.
A small figure who was in the field before this happened, frantically rushes to put on their hood. Their arms and legs wrapped in bandages stained with dirt, grass, and blood, and they seem scared of the being that suddenly popped out of the ground.
*i can't beat that wendo*
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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)
The air seems to become electric, sending the feeling of energy through everyone and everything. The clouds overhead, once few and far between, have began to roll in. Thunder fills the air like drums while lighting plays in the safety of the clouds, lighting them up for all to see.
In the field outside the tavern, the wind begins to pick up. There is a mass, in the center of the field, that seems to be getting up from its resting spot on the ground. Little bits that fly around with the wind seems magnetically attracted to this mass and seem to attach to it's skin, melting in to its new form.
It stands up, shivering a bit. The area around it seems to warp and fluxate for a moment. The wind dies down and the thunder and lightning stops, rain now falling to the ground. The rain is not normal though, each droplet of water is the very essence of color.
The being, with skin the color of almonds and hair the color of flaxed gold, stands amongst it all. Their eyes are filled with wonder and amazement or the area around them, a bright warm smile on their face.
A small figure who was in the field before this happened, frantically rushes to put on their hood. Their arms and legs wrapped in bandages stained with dirt, grass, and blood, and they seem scared of the being that suddenly popped out of the ground.
The air seems to become electric, sending the feeling of energy through everyone and everything. The clouds overhead, once few and far between, have began to roll in. Thunder fills the air like drums while lighting plays in the safety of the clouds, lighting them up for all to see.
In the field outside the tavern, the wind begins to pick up. There is a mass, in the center of the field, that seems to be getting up from its resting spot on the ground. Little bits that fly around with the wind seems magnetically attracted to this mass and seem to attach to it's skin, melting in to its new form.
It stands up, shivering a bit. The area around it seems to warp and fluxate for a moment. The wind dies down and the thunder and lightning stops, rain now falling to the ground. The rain is not normal though, each droplet of water is the very essence of color.
The being, with skin the color of almonds and hair the color of flaxed gold, stands amongst it all. Their eyes are filled with wonder and amazement or the area around them, a bright warm smile on their face.
A small figure who was in the field before this happened, frantically rushes to put on their hood. Their arms and legs wrapped in bandages stained with dirt, grass, and blood, and they seem scared of the being that suddenly popped out of the ground.
*i can't beat that wendo*
They look over, waving gently.
The hooded figure tries to run, but trips and falls into the grass
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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)
The air seems to become electric, sending the feeling of energy through everyone and everything. The clouds overhead, once few and far between, have began to roll in. Thunder fills the air like drums while lighting plays in the safety of the clouds, lighting them up for all to see.
In the field outside the tavern, the wind begins to pick up. There is a mass, in the center of the field, that seems to be getting up from its resting spot on the ground. Little bits that fly around with the wind seems magnetically attracted to this mass and seem to attach to it's skin, melting in to its new form.
It stands up, shivering a bit. The area around it seems to warp and fluxate for a moment. The wind dies down and the thunder and lightning stops, rain now falling to the ground. The rain is not normal though, each droplet of water is the very essence of color.
The being, with skin the color of almonds and hair the color of flaxed gold, stands amongst it all. Their eyes are filled with wonder and amazement or the area around them, a bright warm smile on their face.
A small figure who was in the field before this happened, frantically rushes to put on their hood. Their arms and legs wrapped in bandages stained with dirt, grass, and blood, and they seem scared of the being that suddenly popped out of the ground.
*i can't beat that wendo*
They look over, waving gently.
The hooded figure tries to run, but trips and falls into the grass
"Are you alright?" They are suddenly besides them.
The air seems to become electric, sending the feeling of energy through everyone and everything. The clouds overhead, once few and far between, have began to roll in. Thunder fills the air like drums while lighting plays in the safety of the clouds, lighting them up for all to see.
In the field outside the tavern, the wind begins to pick up. There is a mass, in the center of the field, that seems to be getting up from its resting spot on the ground. Little bits that fly around with the wind seems magnetically attracted to this mass and seem to attach to it's skin, melting in to its new form.
It stands up, shivering a bit. The area around it seems to warp and fluxate for a moment. The wind dies down and the thunder and lightning stops, rain now falling to the ground. The rain is not normal though, each droplet of water is the very essence of color.
The being, with skin the color of almonds and hair the color of flaxed gold, stands amongst it all. Their eyes are filled with wonder and amazement or the area around them, a bright warm smile on their face.
A small figure who was in the field before this happened, frantically rushes to put on their hood. Their arms and legs wrapped in bandages stained with dirt, grass, and blood, and they seem scared of the being that suddenly popped out of the ground.
*i can't beat that wendo*
They look over, waving gently.
The hooded figure tries to run, but trips and falls into the grass
"Are you alright?" They are suddenly besides them.
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)
The air seems to become electric, sending the feeling of energy through everyone and everything. The clouds overhead, once few and far between, have began to roll in. Thunder fills the air like drums while lighting plays in the safety of the clouds, lighting them up for all to see.
In the field outside the tavern, the wind begins to pick up. There is a mass, in the center of the field, that seems to be getting up from its resting spot on the ground. Little bits that fly around with the wind seems magnetically attracted to this mass and seem to attach to it's skin, melting in to its new form.
It stands up, shivering a bit. The area around it seems to warp and fluxate for a moment. The wind dies down and the thunder and lightning stops, rain now falling to the ground. The rain is not normal though, each droplet of water is the very essence of color.
The being, with skin the color of almonds and hair the color of flaxed gold, stands amongst it all. Their eyes are filled with wonder and amazement or the area around them, a bright warm smile on their face.
A small figure who was in the field before this happened, frantically rushes to put on their hood. Their arms and legs wrapped in bandages stained with dirt, grass, and blood, and they seem scared of the being that suddenly popped out of the ground.
*i can't beat that wendo*
They look over, waving gently.
The hooded figure tries to run, but trips and falls into the grass
"Are you alright?" They are suddenly besides them.
The air seems to become electric, sending the feeling of energy through everyone and everything. The clouds overhead, once few and far between, have began to roll in. Thunder fills the air like drums while lighting plays in the safety of the clouds, lighting them up for all to see.
In the field outside the tavern, the wind begins to pick up. There is a mass, in the center of the field, that seems to be getting up from its resting spot on the ground. Little bits that fly around with the wind seems magnetically attracted to this mass and seem to attach to it's skin, melting in to its new form.
It stands up, shivering a bit. The area around it seems to warp and fluxate for a moment. The wind dies down and the thunder and lightning stops, rain now falling to the ground. The rain is not normal though, each droplet of water is the very essence of color.
The being, with skin the color of almonds and hair the color of flaxed gold, stands amongst it all. Their eyes are filled with wonder and amazement or the area around them, a bright warm smile on their face.
A small figure who was in the field before this happened, frantically rushes to put on their hood. Their arms and legs wrapped in bandages stained with dirt, grass, and blood, and they seem scared of the being that suddenly popped out of the ground.
*i can't beat that wendo*
They look over, waving gently.
The hooded figure tries to run, but trips and falls into the grass
"Are you alright?" They are suddenly besides them.
"AGH!" they scream and try to get up
They blink, confused.
They cower on the ground and whimper "please don't hurt me"
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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'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)
*this is awesome*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*I'm very proud of my child.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*this is art*
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)
*They are my baby :)*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*<3*
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 small figure who was in the field before this happened, frantically rushes to put on their hood. Their arms and legs wrapped in bandages stained with dirt, grass, and blood, and they seem scared of the being that suddenly popped out of the ground.
*i can't beat that wendo*
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)
They look over, waving gently.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The hooded figure tries to run, but trips and falls into the grass
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)
"Are you alright?" They are suddenly besides them.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"AGH!" they scream and try to get up
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)
They blink, confused.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
They cower on the ground and whimper "please don't hurt me"
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)
*Douxgras is now an ambulatory plant.*
*His design may not actually change.*
*Good day.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Good day to you too*
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)
*huh. The implications of this are staggering.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hello, I took a sleep as wendigo told me to and spent the day with my family:>*
*I hope you all have had a lovely easter*
*i did, how are you doin?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*meh, phone died and I almost died when my chair broke*
*-screams in existence-*
Theren is frustrated as he tries to practice with his swords.
Leo is sitting next to a fixed Festus, eyes vacant of emotion.
Phoenix is cleaning his pistol and knife.
Bird King is wandering around outside.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Won't be on much. I am hanging with a friend.*
*But here are characters.*
Soap is repairing the MV180. The Scot looks tired as hell. Romero and Lock are taking apart their old guns and cleaning them.
Lore is inside, reading about tears in space and time and universe's. Her dogs are napping besides her happily.
The Chaos Godling is wandering around town, watching everything as though it were the most special thing on earth.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘