I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“OW!” A tiefling in a flamboyant tunic falls from the sky and nearly lands on the sharp end of his own pike. “Where am I?”
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My old account, Gamer_Thirteen, is no longer accessible to me, so here I am.
”A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 13th of April, is this young man's birthday. Though it was thirteen years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!”
Whip Spider of the Spider Guild. (Technically whip spiders are scorpions but that’s Vulkoor’s job, not mine)
"Nope. Souls can't really be taken or traded 'ere without special privileges. And since the only ones that can grant those powers are Titans, most of which are a bit deceased at the moment... Anyway, wan' some wine r' tea?"
'This does look good. Not that I am an expert on tea'
"Mm. I'm not either." She pours the tea into one of the cups and places the kettle on a small metal stand in the middle of the table. She puts the cup in front of the creature. "Enjoy."
Void Death smirks and starts tossing little pebbles at the "hair"
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
*I never got to intro here, despite all of the lovely hype over on LCW. Let me read the OP, I'm real excited.*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Now I'm more excited. Also not gonna read the 11 pages because I want to be in the confused mind of my character and not know what's going on*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*.noY ,yeH*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The skelekobold is walking back and fourth, panicking.
”HOW THE HELL DID I GET HERE!! ONE MINUTE I WAS ON MY DEATH BED, AND NOW IM HERE!!! WHY AMIN’T I IN THE MINES OF KURTULMAK?!!!”
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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This place is ocool>
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Jackson is sitting in the tavern, sketching out what appears to be the plains of this world. His orange eyes are now pure white and glowing faintly.
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
“OW!” A tiefling in a flamboyant tunic falls from the sky and nearly lands on the sharp end of his own pike. “Where am I?”
My old account, Gamer_Thirteen, is no longer accessible to me, so here I am.
”A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 13th of April, is this young man's birthday. Though it was thirteen years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!”
Whip Spider of the Spider Guild. (Technically whip spiders are scorpions but that’s Vulkoor’s job, not mine)
A snake-bodied creature made out of pure darkness is in the corner. All that can be seen is a vague shape with a mouth of sharp teeth
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Roddenberg glances over. "Newcomer, eh? Need a drink?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Yes please. What is there? Got any souls?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Nope. Souls can't really be taken or traded 'ere without special privileges. And since the only ones that can grant those powers are Titans, most of which are a bit deceased at the moment... Anyway, wan' some wine r' tea?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Hmm, perhaps, yes, Some tea would be nice'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"M'kay. What kind? Most'll go for a copper, premium for two, Victrillian for three."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Copper, please'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
After about three minutes, she comes back with a steaming hot tea kettle and some cups.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'This does look good. Not that I am an expert on tea'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Mm. I'm not either." She pours the tea into one of the cups and places the kettle on a small metal stand in the middle of the table. She puts the cup in front of the creature. "Enjoy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Oh, I will. Joy, it's a funny emotion, isn't it?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"I guess. Most people only get it when they're truly fulfilled. Sometimes it comes from worship. Sometimes from being with family."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels