*Made a satyr monk, she may be one of my favorite newer characters*
*Cool. Speedy lad.*
*Actually my fastest mile pace was a 6:57*
mine was 13 and i kind of passed out
that's how I got banned from running
not a joke.
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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)
*Made a satyr monk, she may be one of my favorite newer characters*
*Cool. Speedy lad.*
*Actually my fastest mile pace was a 6:57*
*Isn't that like, competitive levels of speed? I know for a fact that I can't run that fast. I can barely give a brisk walk for 30 minutes without my legs hurting.*
(math teacher gave us an assignment with stuff we have not been taught yet. couldn't ask for help either since the sub didn't know a lot about math)
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Scott is curled up on the sofa in the library of the tavern, reading queitly.
*Time to torture Scott!*
An all too familiar smell of blood fills the air as Dracula enters the tavern, a sandwich in hand, his teeth covered in a red substance, most likely blood.
Scott jumps almost instantly, the book dropping to the ground with a soft thud. He blinks a few times, taking a few steps back.
Dracula, not liking the attention much, turns into a mist, that mist moving to a table in the dark corner of the room and reforming Dracula, as he continues to eat his sandwich.
Scott sighs and goes back to reading, staying as far away as humanly possible.
He feels a slight echoing in his mind, something compelling him to come closer to Dracula, only a little echoing, but there.
He closes his eyes, shaking his head. He has heard Khemet's voice, he has heard The Writers voice.. but not this one.
The voice remains silent, simply a whisper, an infectious whisper, but just a whisper.
He looks up, teeth gritted "Stop." He says, his voice a bit shaky.
Dracula looks up to them confused “Huh? What do you mean. Is something going on?”
Suddenly, the room seems to shift. Scott is there but it's not him. He pushes back his hair with his hand, sighing. His teeth have become sharper, his eyes a blood red color. His skin seems papery, pages peeling in corners where butterflies and maggots crawl from under them. He walks over, his clothes changing from a a sweater to brown leather jacket and white T-shirt before Dracula. He tilts his head "He isn't giving his soul up to you."
Dracula sighs “Of course, another person thinks that I want his soul. I don’t need another soul. I dont care if his soul is yours, you can keep it for all I care. I’m just offering vampireism.”
The Writer chuckles "He is embued with me and a god of chaos! Why would he need you?" He asks, chuckling "Plus, Vampirism has horrible downsides."
He sighs “That sounds like you think you’re an expert in the subject, but you’re speaking with the king of vampires. I know how to deal with any issues, at this point, my existence is entirely benefits. And I’ve killed gods before, you don’t sound any special.”
"Really! Then what about water? Cleric's? Or maybe about not being allowed in area without consent? Or maybe holy items? Or the friggin sun?" He lists off, chuckling "All over, he would just have to stay in one place unless during night."
“Those weakness do not apply to someone like me. Maybe he’s just too weak if he dies to those. You’re in his body, you can defend him from such things.” He says with a sigh “If he dies to the sun than that’s his fault.”
"Then why give it to him? Knowing you, a flashlight could blind you." He snorts
He stands up “Slander me all of you, I’ll be outside basking in the sun.” He says, pushing his hair out of his face calmly before walking outside to do what he said.
*Made a satyr monk, she may be one of my favorite newer characters*
*Cool. Speedy lad.*
*Actually my fastest mile pace was a 6:57*
*Isn't that like, competitive levels of speed? I know for a fact that I can't run that fast. I can barely give a brisk walk for 30 minutes without my legs hurting.*
*Yeah except I was running one mile, on flat ground, in ideal conditions, in perfect health. My actual 5K paces drop by like 45 seconds and I haven’t ran in a month because I [gp]ed up my calf*
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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.
(math teacher gave us an assignment with stuff we have not been taught yet. couldn't ask for help either since the sub didn't know a lot about math)
*as a man who has had some of the worst math teachers on earth, i can tell you that you should probably just use the internet. if the school doesn’t care about integrity for your education, you shouldn’t feel bad not caring about the integrity of how you do their work.*
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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.
*Isn't that like, competitive levels of speed? I know for a fact that I can't run that fast. I can barely give a brisk walk for 30 minutes without my legs hurting.*
*Yeah except I was running one mile, on flat ground, in ideal conditions, in perfect health. My actual 5K paces drop by like 45 seconds and I haven’t ran in a month because I [gp]ed up my calf*
*Isn't that like, competitive levels of speed? I know for a fact that I can't run that fast. I can barely give a brisk walk for 30 minutes without my legs hurting.*
*Yeah except I was running one mile, on flat ground, in ideal conditions, in perfect health. My actual 5K paces drop by like 45 seconds and I haven’t ran in a month because I [gp]ed up my calf*
*Oof. That sounds like it sucks.*
*it does*
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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.
Vaska is behind the counter, cleaning out the same mug over and over and over
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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)
*Isn't that like, competitive levels of speed? I know for a fact that I can't run that fast. I can barely give a brisk walk for 30 minutes without my legs hurting.*
*Yeah except I was running one mile, on flat ground, in ideal conditions, in perfect health. My actual 5K paces drop by like 45 seconds and I haven’t ran in a month because I [gp]ed up my calf*
*Oof. That sounds like it sucks.*
*it does*
*best of recuperations to you, my dude*
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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)
*For context about what happened. I went back to my sister's house to help her with schoolwork considering she is in advanced classes in high school and is having a hard time with it. My mom began saying that if only I weren't 'pretending' to be a man, maybe I could find a husband and I would be able to have my own children instead of constantly doting on my sister. Of course, I got mad and yelled at her that I was so tired of constantly being yelled at for all the stuff I hadn't done before. She then hit me with one of my sisters binders. She then yelled at me that I should be thankful that I was alive. I left, took my sister with me, and went back to my apartment. I am okay at the moment but, even though she did hit me, I am kinda glad I finally yelled at her after all the crud she has done to me..*
Frick man if you're a legal adult you can report her for assault
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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)
*For context about what happened. I went back to my sister's house to help her with schoolwork considering she is in advanced classes in high school and is having a hard time with it. My mom began saying that if only I weren't 'pretending' to be a man, maybe I could find a husband and I would be able to have my own children instead of constantly doting on my sister. Of course, I got mad and yelled at her that I was so tired of constantly being yelled at for all the stuff I hadn't done before. She then hit me with one of my sisters binders. She then yelled at me that I should be thankful that I was alive. I left, took my sister with me, and went back to my apartment. I am okay at the moment but, even though she did hit me, I am kinda glad I finally yelled at her after all the crud she has done to me..*
*I’m also glad you yelled at her, she is a disgusting person. Nothing she says has any value, and she doesn’t deserve you as a son.*
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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.
mine was 13 and i kind of passed out
that's how I got banned from running
not a joke.
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)
*Isn't that like, competitive levels of speed? I know for a fact that I can't run that fast. I can barely give a brisk walk for 30 minutes without my legs hurting.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(math teacher gave us an assignment with stuff we have not been taught yet. couldn't ask for help either since the sub didn't know a lot about math)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He stands up “Slander me all of you, I’ll be outside basking in the sun.” He says, pushing his hair out of his face calmly before walking outside to do what he said.
*Yeah except I was running one mile, on flat ground, in ideal conditions, in perfect health. My actual 5K paces drop by like 45 seconds and I haven’t ran in a month because I [gp]ed up my calf*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*as a man who has had some of the worst math teachers on earth, i can tell you that you should probably just use the internet. if the school doesn’t care about integrity for your education, you shouldn’t feel bad not caring about the integrity of how you do their work.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oof. That sounds like it sucks.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*it does*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rp?
Vaska is behind the counter, cleaning out the same mug over and over and over
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)
*best of recuperations to you, my dude*
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)
*Anyone want to help me unalive my mother?*
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
*let me get my grandpa’s wrecking bar and i’ll be glad to help*
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 don't think she's worth anyone's time.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*She decided to hit me with a plastic binders... hooray.*
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
*i have a creative problem*
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)
*That’s very much a crime. You are within your right to report her to numerous agencies and authorities.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*For context about what happened. I went back to my sister's house to help her with schoolwork considering she is in advanced classes in high school and is having a hard time with it. My mom began saying that if only I weren't 'pretending' to be a man, maybe I could find a husband and I would be able to have my own children instead of constantly doting on my sister. Of course, I got mad and yelled at her that I was so tired of constantly being yelled at for all the stuff I hadn't done before. She then hit me with one of my sisters binders. She then yelled at me that I should be thankful that I was alive. I left, took my sister with me, and went back to my apartment. I am okay at the moment but, even though she did hit me, I am kinda glad I finally yelled at her after all the crud she has done to me..*
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
Frick man if you're a legal adult you can report her for assault
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 also glad you yelled at her, she is a disgusting person. Nothing she says has any value, and she doesn’t deserve you as a son.*
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 going to bed, I need sleep. I just want to sleep.*
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