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)
*Baalz, we all love you. Don't worry. You aren't a bad person.*
*Salem... I don't want to offend anyone here, and I don't know wendi like you do so you can get mad at me all you want, but seriously, that did not help.*
*But still, Baal's right. In fact, I'm probably one of the worst here. Same IRL. But we don't need to talk about it anymore, if that's what everyone wants.*
Tearthorn is being himself.
Kharn is sitting inside, brooding.
Krail is watching Tearthorn.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*Dude, don’t worry about it dude, I do care about you, you’re my friend, I like doing what I can to help you. Don’t let the dark thoughts win, I understand what it’s like to be dreadfully alone, that’s why the moment I felt like I was making someone uncomfortable I felt I had to leave. I don’t want to hurt anyone because I care about what all of you think of me. Before I met yall I threw myself into video games to feel anything. I love ya Baalze, know that.*
*I love you too.*
*I'm trying. God, I'm so tired of trying. Trying to do the most basic stuff. Trying to be a good Christian and son and brother and friend. Trying to get a job. I'm so ******* sick of it all. I never do a good job. I always make it your problem. Always yours. I never deal with it myself. I never get through my own issues.*
*I'm*
*so*
*tired*
*Dude I’m fine with it always being my problem, I’m just happy I can be the shoulder for someone the cry into, to lean on. I was so alone before all of you, you are a good person simply through the act of trying to be. You are doing great, it’s not your fault life and people continue to treat you this way. Just know, I’m always here for you man. Any day of the week.*
*I see that a lot happened yesterday. Hope that everyone involved is doing okay, and I hope that everyone gets the time they need to de-stress and take care of themselves.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I'm here, kinda. Making a character to take my mind off of things. He's probably going to be one of my most worked on characters I made in a long time.*
*I'm here, kinda. Making a character to take my mind off of things. He's probably going to be one of my most worked on characters I made in a long time.*
*if you’re still on i’d love to here about them*
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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.
*I'm here, kinda. Making a character to take my mind off of things. He's probably going to be one of my most worked on characters I made in a long time.*
*if you’re still on i’d love to here about them*
*In a world where sheen and glamour often conceal the fragility of the human spirit, there lived a desolate soul, a prime embodiment of Pride. Born into a family steeped in prestige, he was the son of influential parents—one a renowned politician, the other a celebrated musician. From an early age, he was inundated with expectations, compelled to outshine the legacy of his forebears who carved their names into the annals of fame. Afforded every advantage money could buy, his inflated ego remained unchecked as he navigated the labyrinth of celebrity.
As he transitioned into adulthood, he became a movie star, captivating audiences with his effortlessly charismatic performances. His emergence on the cinematic scene was met with adulation; each film, a testament to his talent, skyrocketed him to unprecedented heights. The praise and adoration only served to feed his grandiose sense of self, but the euphoric rise was fleeting. Burdened by the weight of his own expectations and the relentless pressure of fame, he spiraled into a turbulent world of drugs and alcohol, ultimately leading to his disgraceful exit from the film industry. It was a fall from grace that not only tarnished his own reputation but brought shame to his family’s illustrious name, prompting him to vanish from the public eye for several years.
Yet, during the darkest chapters of his life, a beacon of hope emerged in the form of his boyfriend, who became both his rock and guide. Together, they tirelessly worked towards sobriety, with his boyfriend’s unwavering support serving as the foundation of his rehabilitation. In an unexpected turn of events, he joined his boyfriend's monastery, immersing himself in the teachings and practices that promoted healing and self-reflection. This period of introspection allowed him to uncover layers of himself long buried beneath the fame, navigating the path of recovery for several years side by side with the man who had once held him steadfast.
However, as time progressed, the fragile threads of their relationship seemed to fray, leading them to an amicable yet painful breakup, with whispers of it being largely his fault. Despite the end of their romantic involvement, the bond they cultivated endured, morphing into a deep friendship that thrived on mutual respect and understanding. He continued his spiritual training under the guidance of his ex, embracing the lessons learned during their time together, determined to forge a new, humble identity away from the shadows of his past.
As he moved forward, the echoes of his previous life persisted, but he remained resolute, finding solace in the music that punctuated his journey. Songs like "Last of the Real Ones" and "HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T" by Fall Out Boy became anthems of his transformation—reminders of the struggles faced and the resilience developed along the way. Each note resonated with the duality of pride and humility, narrating a story that was as complex as it was inspiring.*
*That sounds like another beautifully crafted and masterfully written character of yours, I would love to rp with them if I ever get the chance. Anyway, good morning.*
*yeah you do that*
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)
*Oki, stuff went down i see...*
*i hope everyone has good rest, take some time to figure out emotions so we don't hurt each other*
*I hope everyone's calm now.*
*Baalz, we all love you. Don't worry. You aren't a bad person.*
*Salem... I don't want to offend anyone here, and I don't know wendi like you do so you can get mad at me all you want, but seriously, that did not help.*
*But still, Baal's right. In fact, I'm probably one of the worst here. Same IRL. But we don't need to talk about it anymore, if that's what everyone wants.*
Tearthorn is being himself.
Kharn is sitting inside, brooding.
Krail is watching Tearthorn.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*Dude I’m fine with it always being my problem, I’m just happy I can be the shoulder for someone the cry into, to lean on. I was so alone before all of you, you are a good person simply through the act of trying to be. You are doing great, it’s not your fault life and people continue to treat you this way. Just know, I’m always here for you man. Any day of the week.*
*Hi frens... i hope everyones oki, atleast after the last day or so*
*I probably am gonna make some new characters today or tommorrow, depends on how i feel*
*no. im not ok. im done on LRI until further notice. i need to talk to my therapist even though i wasnt there.*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Oh, sorry to hear that. I hope you feel better soon*
*I see that a lot happened yesterday. Hope that everyone involved is doing okay, and I hope that everyone gets the time they need to de-stress and take care of themselves.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*hello everyone.*
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
*Hey Wendi.*
*I missed some [gp] didn't I*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Is anyone here?*
*I'm here, kinda. Making a character to take my mind off of things. He's probably going to be one of my most worked on characters I made in a long time.*
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
*if you’re still on i’d love to here about them*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*In a world where sheen and glamour often conceal the fragility of the human spirit, there lived a desolate soul, a prime embodiment of Pride. Born into a family steeped in prestige, he was the son of influential parents—one a renowned politician, the other a celebrated musician. From an early age, he was inundated with expectations, compelled to outshine the legacy of his forebears who carved their names into the annals of fame. Afforded every advantage money could buy, his inflated ego remained unchecked as he navigated the labyrinth of celebrity.
As he transitioned into adulthood, he became a movie star, captivating audiences with his effortlessly charismatic performances. His emergence on the cinematic scene was met with adulation; each film, a testament to his talent, skyrocketed him to unprecedented heights. The praise and adoration only served to feed his grandiose sense of self, but the euphoric rise was fleeting. Burdened by the weight of his own expectations and the relentless pressure of fame, he spiraled into a turbulent world of drugs and alcohol, ultimately leading to his disgraceful exit from the film industry. It was a fall from grace that not only tarnished his own reputation but brought shame to his family’s illustrious name, prompting him to vanish from the public eye for several years.
Yet, during the darkest chapters of his life, a beacon of hope emerged in the form of his boyfriend, who became both his rock and guide. Together, they tirelessly worked towards sobriety, with his boyfriend’s unwavering support serving as the foundation of his rehabilitation. In an unexpected turn of events, he joined his boyfriend's monastery, immersing himself in the teachings and practices that promoted healing and self-reflection. This period of introspection allowed him to uncover layers of himself long buried beneath the fame, navigating the path of recovery for several years side by side with the man who had once held him steadfast.
However, as time progressed, the fragile threads of their relationship seemed to fray, leading them to an amicable yet painful breakup, with whispers of it being largely his fault. Despite the end of their romantic involvement, the bond they cultivated endured, morphing into a deep friendship that thrived on mutual respect and understanding. He continued his spiritual training under the guidance of his ex, embracing the lessons learned during their time together, determined to forge a new, humble identity away from the shadows of his past.
As he moved forward, the echoes of his previous life persisted, but he remained resolute, finding solace in the music that punctuated his journey. Songs like "Last of the Real Ones" and "HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T" by Fall Out Boy became anthems of his transformation—reminders of the struggles faced and the resilience developed along the way. Each note resonated with the duality of pride and humility, narrating a story that was as complex as it was inspiring.*
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
*That sounds like another beautifully crafted and masterfully written character of yours, I would love to rp with them if I ever get the chance. Anyway, good morning.*
*weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
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 am so tired.*
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
*You wanna talk about it?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels