Kalani snuffs out the flame, saying "Sorry, sorry."
“Who are you-“ it asks in a deep voice with like a sort of Texas accent kinda.
”and how did you do that? With the flame?” It asks again, with a lighter voice and a New York Accent.
I'm Kalani Selene. Who are you?
*boinks my own post*
*arch, you there*
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Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman,BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman,BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*I thought there was something off, but I couldn't place what it was.*
"Me neither. I just wanted to give it to you because we're friends now. No Rule of Reciprocity applied."
"Thank you. About that story?"
"Of course. You can go first."
"I couldn’t tell my story without first starting with my father. He was Ilihu Waspheart Swift-of-wing, the first of my family to ever join the village guard. His lineage was that of simple folk, bakers and foragers and the like. It’s not easy to do what he did, join the guard with not a drop of fighting blood in his veins. The guard was, and probably still is, made up mainly of fairies with the wings of wasps, hornets, and yellowjackets; more skillful and deft types. My father had the wings of a hoverfly, a swift sort of pollinating fly who only survive because they look almost exactly like wasps. It’s ironic. But my father was brave, and he proved his worth, earning his second epithet: waspheart."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"I couldn’t tell my story without first starting with my father. He was Ilihu Waspheart Swift-of-wing, the first of my family to ever join the village guard. His lineage was that of simple folk, bakers and foragers and the like. It’s not easy to do what he did, join the guard with not a drop of fighting blood in his veins. The guard was, and probably still is, made up mainly of fairies with the wings of wasps, hornets, and yellowjackets; more skillful and deft types. My father had the wings of a hoverfly, a swift sort of pollinating fly who only survive because they look almost exactly like wasps. It’s ironic. But my father was brave, and he proved his worth, earning his second epithet: waspheart."
"...incredible... but I feel that this story isn't all sunshine and roses, is it?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I couldn’t tell my story without first starting with my father. He was Ilihu Waspheart Swift-of-wing, the first of my family to ever join the village guard. His lineage was that of simple folk, bakers and foragers and the like. It’s not easy to do what he did, join the guard with not a drop of fighting blood in his veins. The guard was, and probably still is, made up mainly of fairies with the wings of wasps, hornets, and yellowjackets; more skillful and deft types. My father had the wings of a hoverfly, a swift sort of pollinating fly who only survive because they look almost exactly like wasps. It’s ironic. But my father was brave, and he proved his worth, earning his second epithet: waspheart."
"...incredible... but I feel that this story isn't all sunshine and roses, is it?"
"UNfortunately not. When I was just a little kid, he fell in battle. I was too young to feel the pain, but I grew up with the weight of his reputation like a band around my wings, hoverfly like his. I inherited my mother’s demeanor (she is a poet, and she taught me to sing) but not her cricket wings. Sometimes I wish I had. When the time came, I joined the guard and was welcomed; The son of the great waspheart. But I’m rubbish at fighting. "
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"...incredible... but I feel that this story isn't all sunshine and roses, is it?"
"UNfortunately not. When I was just a little kid, he fell in battle. I was too young to feel the pain, but I grew up with the weight of his reputation like a band around my wings, hoverfly like his. I inherited my mother’s demeanor (she is a poet, and she taught me to sing) but not her cricket wings. Sometimes I wish I had. When the time came, I joined the guard and was welcomed; The son of the great waspheart. But I’m rubbish at fighting. "
"The weight of another's reputation can be an unbearable thing. My mother was an ancient Rust Hag, so everyone treated me as if I were her when I took her job. Neither court would accept me. But... your story isn't over, is it?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"...incredible... but I feel that this story isn't all sunshine and roses, is it?"
"UNfortunately not. When I was just a little kid, he fell in battle. I was too young to feel the pain, but I grew up with the weight of his reputation like a band around my wings, hoverfly like his. I inherited my mother’s demeanor (she is a poet, and she taught me to sing) but not her cricket wings. Sometimes I wish I had. When the time came, I joined the guard and was welcomed; The son of the great waspheart. But I’m rubbish at fighting. "
"The weight of another's reputation can be an unbearable thing. My mother was an ancient Rust Hag, so everyone treated me as if I were her when I took her job. Neither court would accept me. But... your story isn't over, is it?"
"No, it isn't. Years passed and I couldn’t rise past my rank as a scout until the fateful day when a warring tribe attacked us, riding on kitebirds. We outnumbered them, but we couldn’t stand against their power. But I had an idea. Stupid, maybe, but the captain let me try. I descended from the tree above the leader, singing a song my mother wrote. He was so captivated or confused, I couldn’t tell, he didn’t notice the others unstrapping his saddle. That night, I was praised and cheered on, the hero of the battle. That is how I earned my first epithet; Ilihu Nightingale. I still preferred to scout, but things changed after that. The welcomes were warmer."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"The weight of another's reputation can be an unbearable thing. My mother was an ancient Rust Hag, so everyone treated me as if I were her when I took her job. Neither court would accept me. But... your story isn't over, is it?"
"No, it isn't. Years passed and I couldn’t rise past my rank as a scout until the fateful day when a warring tribe attacked us, riding on kitebirds. We outnumbered them, but we couldn’t stand against their power. But I had an idea. Stupid, maybe, but the captain let me try. I descended from the tree above the leader, singing a song my mother wrote. He was so captivated or confused, I couldn’t tell, he didn’t notice the others unstrapping his saddle. That night, I was praised and cheered on, the hero of the battle. That is how I earned my first epithet; Ilihu Nightingale. I still preferred to scout, but things changed after that. The welcomes were warmer."
"That sounds nice. What happened after that? Did you start this tavern for your new friends?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The weight of another's reputation can be an unbearable thing. My mother was an ancient Rust Hag, so everyone treated me as if I were her when I took her job. Neither court would accept me. But... your story isn't over, is it?"
"No, it isn't. Years passed and I couldn’t rise past my rank as a scout until the fateful day when a warring tribe attacked us, riding on kitebirds. We outnumbered them, but we couldn’t stand against their power. But I had an idea. Stupid, maybe, but the captain let me try. I descended from the tree above the leader, singing a song my mother wrote. He was so captivated or confused, I couldn’t tell, he didn’t notice the others unstrapping his saddle. That night, I was praised and cheered on, the hero of the battle. That is how I earned my first epithet; Ilihu Nightingale. I still preferred to scout, but things changed after that. The welcomes were warmer."
"That sounds nice. What happened after that? Did you start this tavern for your new friends?"
"Not quite. It's rihi's. one day, Algernon Sharpsting (soon to be algernon oathbreaker) visited me in the foggy hours of morning. He was a warrior, leader of a smallish division, and the captain’s son. I’d never seen him like this, frightened and breathless. He told me how he thought he saw something awful on the night patrol, and he needed me to come and see if it was really real. Of course, I obliged and we set off on the back of Pip, his kestrel. We flew for hours far into the wood, and when we landed I saw nothing. Nothing but Algernon drawing his sword.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"The weight of another's reputation can be an unbearable thing. My mother was an ancient Rust Hag, so everyone treated me as if I were her when I took her job. Neither court would accept me. But... your story isn't over, is it?"
"No, it isn't. Years passed and I couldn’t rise past my rank as a scout until the fateful day when a warring tribe attacked us, riding on kitebirds. We outnumbered them, but we couldn’t stand against their power. But I had an idea. Stupid, maybe, but the captain let me try. I descended from the tree above the leader, singing a song my mother wrote. He was so captivated or confused, I couldn’t tell, he didn’t notice the others unstrapping his saddle. That night, I was praised and cheered on, the hero of the battle. That is how I earned my first epithet; Ilihu Nightingale. I still preferred to scout, but things changed after that. The welcomes were warmer."
"That sounds nice. What happened after that? Did you start this tavern for your new friends?"
"Not quite. It's rihi's. one day, Algernon Sharpsting (soon to be algernon oathbreaker) visited me in the foggy hours of morning. He was a warrior, leader of a smallish division, and the captain’s son. I’d never seen him like this, frightened and breathless. He told me how he thought he saw something awful on the night patrol, and he needed me to come and see if it was really real. Of course, I obliged and we set off on the back of Pip, his kestrel. We flew for hours far into the wood, and when we landed I saw nothing. Nothing but Algernon drawing his sword.
"I don't think I'll be able to match this story, but please, go on!" He's hanging on every word.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The weight of another's reputation can be an unbearable thing. My mother was an ancient Rust Hag, so everyone treated me as if I were her when I took her job. Neither court would accept me. But... your story isn't over, is it?"
"No, it isn't. Years passed and I couldn’t rise past my rank as a scout until the fateful day when a warring tribe attacked us, riding on kitebirds. We outnumbered them, but we couldn’t stand against their power. But I had an idea. Stupid, maybe, but the captain let me try. I descended from the tree above the leader, singing a song my mother wrote. He was so captivated or confused, I couldn’t tell, he didn’t notice the others unstrapping his saddle. That night, I was praised and cheered on, the hero of the battle. That is how I earned my first epithet; Ilihu Nightingale. I still preferred to scout, but things changed after that. The welcomes were warmer."
"That sounds nice. What happened after that? Did you start this tavern for your new friends?"
"Not quite. It's rihi's. one day, Algernon Sharpsting (soon to be algernon oathbreaker) visited me in the foggy hours of morning. He was a warrior, leader of a smallish division, and the captain’s son. I’d never seen him like this, frightened and breathless. He told me how he thought he saw something awful on the night patrol, and he needed me to come and see if it was really real. Of course, I obliged and we set off on the back of Pip, his kestrel. We flew for hours far into the wood, and when we landed I saw nothing. Nothing but Algernon drawing his sword.
"I don't think I'll be able to match this story, but please, go on!" He's hanging on every word.
"He’d been working for the kiteriders the entire time, and as we fought he told me as such. I am still rubbish at fighting, and feet up in the air he caught me by my wings. He could have killed me. He should have killed me. But he did something worse. With a flash of his blade i found myself falling to the ground, not even realizing what happened."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"I don't think I'll be able to match this story, but please, go on!" He's hanging on every word.
"He’d been working for the kiteriders the entire time, and as we fought he told me as such. I am still rubbish at fighting, and feet up in the air he caught me by my wings. He could have killed me. He should have killed me. But he did something worse. With a flash of his blade i found myself falling to the ground, not even realizing what happened."
He falls silent. "Oh... God..." He looks like he's going to be sick.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I don't think I'll be able to match this story, but please, go on!" He's hanging on every word.
"He’d been working for the kiteriders the entire time, and as we fought he told me as such. I am still rubbish at fighting, and feet up in the air he caught me by my wings. He could have killed me. He should have killed me. But he did something worse. With a flash of his blade i found myself falling to the ground, not even realizing what happened."
He falls silent. "Oh... God..." He looks like he's going to be sick.
"Oh, I can stop if you want." he's crying a little bit
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He falls silent. "Oh... God..." He looks like he's going to be sick.
"Oh, I can stop if you want."
"No... please... I must hear this out."
"Very well. Rihi was foraging for herbs when he found me, unconscious, wings of blood sprouting from my shoulderblades. When I woke up, i was bandaged and lain in a bed of moss, with rihi watching over me. I was understandably scared, but I warmed up to him pretty quickly. If I recall correctly, It has’t even been a year since."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"Very well. Rihi was foraging for herbs when he found me, unconscious, wings of blood sprouting from my shoulderblades. When I woke up, i was bandaged and lain in a bed of moss, with rihi watching over me. I was understandably scared, but I warmed up to him pretty quickly. If I recall correctly, It has’t even been a year since."
"...I won't ask what was in your letter. I don't think I can match your story. My life hasn't been that eventful."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Very well. Rihi was foraging for herbs when he found me, unconscious, wings of blood sprouting from my shoulderblades. When I woke up, i was bandaged and lain in a bed of moss, with rihi watching over me. I was understandably scared, but I warmed up to him pretty quickly. If I recall correctly, It has’t even been a year since."
"...I won't ask what was in your letter. I don't think I can match your story. My life hasn't been that eventful."
"I wanted to tell Algernon that I survived."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
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*boinks my own post*
*arch, you there*
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman, BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
She/her pronouns please. TITLES: Savior of the Woods by Drummer! Send me a PM! PRAISE JEFF! Join the Hamilton Cult! Hate on Gen Alpha Slang! <--- ( all links)
I lost any measure of sanity I ever had a long time ago!
*hi*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*hi*
Hi all, I'm Druid_Girl31, but please call me Druid. I am (a/an) CERTIFIED INSOMNIAC, PAN, alterhuman, BADDD DM, and obsessed with HAMILTON! Why? I'm just cool like that!
She/her pronouns please. TITLES: Savior of the Woods by Drummer! Send me a PM! PRAISE JEFF! Join the Hamilton Cult! Hate on Gen Alpha Slang! <--- ( all links)
I lost any measure of sanity I ever had a long time ago!
*hi*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*hi*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I couldn’t tell my story without first starting with my father. He was Ilihu Waspheart Swift-of-wing, the first of my family to ever join the village guard. His lineage was that of simple folk, bakers and foragers and the like. It’s not easy to do what he did, join the guard with not a drop of fighting blood in his veins. The guard was, and probably still is, made up mainly of fairies with the wings of wasps, hornets, and yellowjackets; more skillful and deft types. My father had the wings of a hoverfly, a swift sort of pollinating fly who only survive because they look almost exactly like wasps. It’s ironic. But my father was brave, and he proved his worth, earning his second epithet: waspheart."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"...incredible... but I feel that this story isn't all sunshine and roses, is it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"UNfortunately not. When I was just a little kid, he fell in battle. I was too young to feel the pain, but I grew up with the weight of his reputation like a band around my wings, hoverfly like his. I inherited my mother’s demeanor (she is a poet, and she taught me to sing) but not her cricket wings. Sometimes I wish I had. When the time came, I joined the guard and was welcomed; The son of the great waspheart. But I’m rubbish at fighting. "
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"The weight of another's reputation can be an unbearable thing. My mother was an ancient Rust Hag, so everyone treated me as if I were her when I took her job. Neither court would accept me. But... your story isn't over, is it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No, it isn't. Years passed and I couldn’t rise past my rank as a scout until the fateful day when a warring tribe attacked us, riding on kitebirds. We outnumbered them, but we couldn’t stand against their power. But I had an idea. Stupid, maybe, but the captain let me try. I descended from the tree above the leader, singing a song my mother wrote. He was so captivated or confused, I couldn’t tell, he didn’t notice the others unstrapping his saddle. That night, I was praised and cheered on, the hero of the battle. That is how I earned my first epithet; Ilihu Nightingale. I still preferred to scout, but things changed after that. The welcomes were warmer."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"That sounds nice. What happened after that? Did you start this tavern for your new friends?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Not quite. It's rihi's. one day, Algernon Sharpsting (soon to be algernon oathbreaker) visited me in the foggy hours of morning. He was a warrior, leader of a smallish division, and the captain’s son. I’d never seen him like this, frightened and breathless. He told me how he thought he saw something awful on the night patrol, and he needed me to come and see if it was really real. Of course, I obliged and we set off on the back of Pip, his kestrel. We flew for hours far into the wood, and when we landed I saw nothing. Nothing but Algernon drawing his sword.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"I don't think I'll be able to match this story, but please, go on!" He's hanging on every word.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"He’d been working for the kiteriders the entire time, and as we fought he told me as such. I am still rubbish at fighting, and feet up in the air he caught me by my wings. He could have killed me. He should have killed me. But he did something worse. With a flash of his blade i found myself falling to the ground, not even realizing what happened."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
He falls silent. "Oh... God..." He looks like he's going to be sick.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, I can stop if you want." he's crying a little bit
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"No... please... I must hear this out."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Very well. Rihi was foraging for herbs when he found me, unconscious, wings of blood sprouting from my shoulderblades. When I woke up, i was bandaged and lain in a bed of moss, with rihi watching over me. I was understandably scared, but I warmed up to him pretty quickly. If I recall correctly, It has’t even been a year since."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
"...I won't ask what was in your letter. I don't think I can match your story. My life hasn't been that eventful."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I wanted to tell Algernon that I survived."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose