Skar is training against a dummy that he has carved out of a boulder. Each of his swings takes a massive chunk off the dummy, and he’s not using a sword.
“Your reputation as a paragon of power is not unearned.” A rather ethereal voice that seems to be both high- and low-pitched and loud and soft at once, like multiple voices were overlaid over each other, in both a whisper in your ear and a shout from the top of a mountain. It’s an unsettling voice.
“I appreciate that.” Skar puts a punch straight in the center of the dummy, shattering it completely into pebbles.
A person, resembling a silhouette made of pale light entirely covered in black velvet save the various characters and holes carved on the surface and the outline of their serene face on the head strides beside the Knight of Strength. Light pours from their wounds like ash from a fire, and a faint smoldering noise rises off of them. Their fingers are long and the outline of their mouth sports a pair of impressive cuspids. “Odd. I’ve seen two Great Knights in this little town in my year of living here. What brings you to a condemned land such as this?”
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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 Giant moth starts chirping, wheezing, and hissing
The figure looks nervous and pulls their hood further over their face
"Hmm... okay- yes"
Reqka seems to be talking to the moth
"You speak to him?"
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
The Giant moth starts chirping, wheezing, and hissing
The figure looks nervous and pulls their hood further over their face
"Hmm... okay- yes"
Reqka seems to be talking to the moth
"You speak to him?"
"depends if my magic has run out- I haven't slept in a few nights- just to talk to him..."
"what is he saying?'
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
The Giant moth starts chirping, wheezing, and hissing
The figure looks nervous and pulls their hood further over their face
"Hmm... okay- yes"
Reqka seems to be talking to the moth
"You speak to him?"
"depends if my magic has run out- I haven't slept in a few nights- just to talk to him..."
"what is he saying?'
"right now?"
"mhm"
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Skar is training against a dummy that he has carved out of a boulder. Each of his swings takes a massive chunk off the dummy, and he’s not using a sword.
“Your reputation as a paragon of power is not unearned.” A rather ethereal voice that seems to be both high- and low-pitched and loud and soft at once, like multiple voices were overlaid over each other, in both a whisper in your ear and a shout from the top of a mountain. It’s an unsettling voice.
“I appreciate that.” Skar puts a punch straight in the center of the dummy, shattering it completely into pebbles.
A person, resembling a silhouette made of pale light entirely covered in black velvet save the various characters and holes carved on the surface and the outline of their serene face on the head strides beside the Knight of Strength. Light pours from their wounds like ash from a fire, and a faint smoldering noise rises off of them. Their fingers are long and the outline of their mouth sports a pair of impressive cuspids. “Odd. I’ve seen two Great Knights in this little town in my year of living here. What brings you to a condemned land such as this?”
*Sorry for the slow response*
Skar cracks his knuckles and shakes his body out a little. “I am here to comfort the dead men before the execution date. My brother originally visited to see the circus, but now he stays to keep watch over the town. There are a view residents who mean trouble.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Skar is training against a dummy that he has carved out of a boulder. Each of his swings takes a massive chunk off the dummy, and he’s not using a sword.
“Your reputation as a paragon of power is not unearned.” A rather ethereal voice that seems to be both high- and low-pitched and loud and soft at once, like multiple voices were overlaid over each other, in both a whisper in your ear and a shout from the top of a mountain. It’s an unsettling voice.
“I appreciate that.” Skar puts a punch straight in the center of the dummy, shattering it completely into pebbles.
A person, resembling a silhouette made of pale light entirely covered in black velvet save the various characters and holes carved on the surface and the outline of their serene face on the head strides beside the Knight of Strength. Light pours from their wounds like ash from a fire, and a faint smoldering noise rises off of them. Their fingers are long and the outline of their mouth sports a pair of impressive cuspids. “Odd. I’ve seen two Great Knights in this little town in my year of living here. What brings you to a condemned land such as this?”
*Sorry for the slow response*
Skar cracks his knuckles and shakes his body out a little. “I am here to comfort the dead men before the execution date. My brother originally visited to see the circus, but now he stays to keep watch over the town. There are a view residents who mean trouble.”
*no problem*
”The… the execution date? You mean that people here are to be executed?”
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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 Giant moth starts chirping, wheezing, and hissing
The figure looks nervous and pulls their hood further over their face
"Hmm... okay- yes"
Reqka seems to be talking to the moth
"You speak to him?"
"depends if my magic has run out- I haven't slept in a few nights- just to talk to him..."
"what is he saying?'
"right now?"
"mhm"
"well- he's telling me about a book he once stole..."
"That's cool. Why did he sniff me?"
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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) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Skar is training against a dummy that he has carved out of a boulder. Each of his swings takes a massive chunk off the dummy, and he’s not using a sword.
“Your reputation as a paragon of power is not unearned.” A rather ethereal voice that seems to be both high- and low-pitched and loud and soft at once, like multiple voices were overlaid over each other, in both a whisper in your ear and a shout from the top of a mountain. It’s an unsettling voice.
“I appreciate that.” Skar puts a punch straight in the center of the dummy, shattering it completely into pebbles.
A person, resembling a silhouette made of pale light entirely covered in black velvet save the various characters and holes carved on the surface and the outline of their serene face on the head strides beside the Knight of Strength. Light pours from their wounds like ash from a fire, and a faint smoldering noise rises off of them. Their fingers are long and the outline of their mouth sports a pair of impressive cuspids. “Odd. I’ve seen two Great Knights in this little town in my year of living here. What brings you to a condemned land such as this?”
*Sorry for the slow response*
Skar cracks his knuckles and shakes his body out a little. “I am here to comfort the dead men before the execution date. My brother originally visited to see the circus, but now he stays to keep watch over the town. There are a view residents who mean trouble.”
*no problem*
”The… the execution date? You mean that people here are to be executed?”
“Yes, I do. That is why they call this the dead man’s town.”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Skar is training against a dummy that he has carved out of a boulder. Each of his swings takes a massive chunk off the dummy, and he’s not using a sword.
“Your reputation as a paragon of power is not unearned.” A rather ethereal voice that seems to be both high- and low-pitched and loud and soft at once, like multiple voices were overlaid over each other, in both a whisper in your ear and a shout from the top of a mountain. It’s an unsettling voice.
“I appreciate that.” Skar puts a punch straight in the center of the dummy, shattering it completely into pebbles.
A person, resembling a silhouette made of pale light entirely covered in black velvet save the various characters and holes carved on the surface and the outline of their serene face on the head strides beside the Knight of Strength. Light pours from their wounds like ash from a fire, and a faint smoldering noise rises off of them. Their fingers are long and the outline of their mouth sports a pair of impressive cuspids. “Odd. I’ve seen two Great Knights in this little town in my year of living here. What brings you to a condemned land such as this?”
*Sorry for the slow response*
Skar cracks his knuckles and shakes his body out a little. “I am here to comfort the dead men before the execution date. My brother originally visited to see the circus, but now he stays to keep watch over the town. There are a view residents who mean trouble.”
*no problem*
”The… the execution date? You mean that people here are to be executed?”
“Yes, I do. That is why they call this the dead man’s town.”
“Ah. Oh dear.” Eito suddenly realizes this might be telling. “…I mean I haven’t introduced myself, Great Knight!” They say hurriedly. “I am Eito, a local… healer!” Small points of light are running down their body almost like sweat.
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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.
Skar is training against a dummy that he has carved out of a boulder. Each of his swings takes a massive chunk off the dummy, and he’s not using a sword.
“Your reputation as a paragon of power is not unearned.” A rather ethereal voice that seems to be both high- and low-pitched and loud and soft at once, like multiple voices were overlaid over each other, in both a whisper in your ear and a shout from the top of a mountain. It’s an unsettling voice.
“I appreciate that.” Skar puts a punch straight in the center of the dummy, shattering it completely into pebbles.
A person, resembling a silhouette made of pale light entirely covered in black velvet save the various characters and holes carved on the surface and the outline of their serene face on the head strides beside the Knight of Strength. Light pours from their wounds like ash from a fire, and a faint smoldering noise rises off of them. Their fingers are long and the outline of their mouth sports a pair of impressive cuspids. “Odd. I’ve seen two Great Knights in this little town in my year of living here. What brings you to a condemned land such as this?”
*Sorry for the slow response*
Skar cracks his knuckles and shakes his body out a little. “I am here to comfort the dead men before the execution date. My brother originally visited to see the circus, but now he stays to keep watch over the town. There are a view residents who mean trouble.”
*no problem*
”The… the execution date? You mean that people here are to be executed?”
“Yes, I do. That is why they call this the dead man’s town.”
“Ah. Oh dear.” Eito suddenly realizes this might be telling. “…I mean I haven’t introduced myself, Great Knight!” They say hurriedly. “I am Eito, a local… healer!” Small points of light are running down their body almost like sweat.
“Greetings. Are you injured?”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Skar is training against a dummy that he has carved out of a boulder. Each of his swings takes a massive chunk off the dummy, and he’s not using a sword.
“Your reputation as a paragon of power is not unearned.” A rather ethereal voice that seems to be both high- and low-pitched and loud and soft at once, like multiple voices were overlaid over each other, in both a whisper in your ear and a shout from the top of a mountain. It’s an unsettling voice.
“I appreciate that.” Skar puts a punch straight in the center of the dummy, shattering it completely into pebbles.
A person, resembling a silhouette made of pale light entirely covered in black velvet save the various characters and holes carved on the surface and the outline of their serene face on the head strides beside the Knight of Strength. Light pours from their wounds like ash from a fire, and a faint smoldering noise rises off of them. Their fingers are long and the outline of their mouth sports a pair of impressive cuspids. “Odd. I’ve seen two Great Knights in this little town in my year of living here. What brings you to a condemned land such as this?”
*Sorry for the slow response*
Skar cracks his knuckles and shakes his body out a little. “I am here to comfort the dead men before the execution date. My brother originally visited to see the circus, but now he stays to keep watch over the town. There are a view residents who mean trouble.”
*no problem*
”The… the execution date? You mean that people here are to be executed?”
“Yes, I do. That is why they call this the dead man’s town.”
“Ah. Oh dear.” Eito suddenly realizes this might be telling. “…I mean I haven’t introduced myself, Great Knight!” They say hurriedly. “I am Eito, a local… healer!” Small points of light are running down their body almost like sweat.
“Greetings. Are you injured?”
“Oh no no no no no no no, no no no!” Eito waffles. “This? This is nothing! These are, uh, from a bad fall! I’m fine! I wasn’t brutally attacked! I’m completely fine!!!”
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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.
Skar is training against a dummy that he has carved out of a boulder. Each of his swings takes a massive chunk off the dummy, and he’s not using a sword.
“Your reputation as a paragon of power is not unearned.” A rather ethereal voice that seems to be both high- and low-pitched and loud and soft at once, like multiple voices were overlaid over each other, in both a whisper in your ear and a shout from the top of a mountain. It’s an unsettling voice.
“I appreciate that.” Skar puts a punch straight in the center of the dummy, shattering it completely into pebbles.
A person, resembling a silhouette made of pale light entirely covered in black velvet save the various characters and holes carved on the surface and the outline of their serene face on the head strides beside the Knight of Strength. Light pours from their wounds like ash from a fire, and a faint smoldering noise rises off of them. Their fingers are long and the outline of their mouth sports a pair of impressive cuspids. “Odd. I’ve seen two Great Knights in this little town in my year of living here. What brings you to a condemned land such as this?”
*Sorry for the slow response*
Skar cracks his knuckles and shakes his body out a little. “I am here to comfort the dead men before the execution date. My brother originally visited to see the circus, but now he stays to keep watch over the town. There are a view residents who mean trouble.”
*no problem*
”The… the execution date? You mean that people here are to be executed?”
“Yes, I do. That is why they call this the dead man’s town.”
“Ah. Oh dear.” Eito suddenly realizes this might be telling. “…I mean I haven’t introduced myself, Great Knight!” They say hurriedly. “I am Eito, a local… healer!” Small points of light are running down their body almost like sweat.
“Greetings. Are you injured?”
“Oh no no no no no no no, no no no!” Eito waffles. “This? This is nothing! These are, uh, from a bad fall! I’m fine! I wasn’t brutally attacked! I’m completely fine!!!”
Skar tilts his head and kneels down. He presses his thumb to Eito’s chest. It’s about the size of his head, but his touch immediately heals any wounds that Eito has, and he is briefly filled with godly energy that makes him feel like he can do anything. Then it’s gone.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Skar is training against a dummy that he has carved out of a boulder. Each of his swings takes a massive chunk off the dummy, and he’s not using a sword.
“Your reputation as a paragon of power is not unearned.” A rather ethereal voice that seems to be both high- and low-pitched and loud and soft at once, like multiple voices were overlaid over each other, in both a whisper in your ear and a shout from the top of a mountain. It’s an unsettling voice.
“I appreciate that.” Skar puts a punch straight in the center of the dummy, shattering it completely into pebbles.
A person, resembling a silhouette made of pale light entirely covered in black velvet save the various characters and holes carved on the surface and the outline of their serene face on the head strides beside the Knight of Strength. Light pours from their wounds like ash from a fire, and a faint smoldering noise rises off of them. Their fingers are long and the outline of their mouth sports a pair of impressive cuspids. “Odd. I’ve seen two Great Knights in this little town in my year of living here. What brings you to a condemned land such as this?”
*Sorry for the slow response*
Skar cracks his knuckles and shakes his body out a little. “I am here to comfort the dead men before the execution date. My brother originally visited to see the circus, but now he stays to keep watch over the town. There are a view residents who mean trouble.”
*no problem*
”The… the execution date? You mean that people here are to be executed?”
“Yes, I do. That is why they call this the dead man’s town.”
“Ah. Oh dear.” Eito suddenly realizes this might be telling. “…I mean I haven’t introduced myself, Great Knight!” They say hurriedly. “I am Eito, a local… healer!” Small points of light are running down their body almost like sweat.
“Greetings. Are you injured?”
“Oh no no no no no no no, no no no!” Eito waffles. “This? This is nothing! These are, uh, from a bad fall! I’m fine! I wasn’t brutally attacked! I’m completely fine!!!”
Skar tilts his head and kneels down. He presses his thumb to Eito’s chest. It’s about the size of his head, but his touch immediately heals any wounds that Eito has, and he is briefly filled with godly energy that makes him feel like he can do anything. Then it’s gone.
Though a few small patches close, the largest and most pale ones remain. “I suppose these are permanent. Makes sense.”
Skar is training against a dummy that he has carved out of a boulder. Each of his swings takes a massive chunk off the dummy, and he’s not using a sword.
“Your reputation as a paragon of power is not unearned.” A rather ethereal voice that seems to be both high- and low-pitched and loud and soft at once, like multiple voices were overlaid over each other, in both a whisper in your ear and a shout from the top of a mountain. It’s an unsettling voice.
“I appreciate that.” Skar puts a punch straight in the center of the dummy, shattering it completely into pebbles.
A person, resembling a silhouette made of pale light entirely covered in black velvet save the various characters and holes carved on the surface and the outline of their serene face on the head strides beside the Knight of Strength. Light pours from their wounds like ash from a fire, and a faint smoldering noise rises off of them. Their fingers are long and the outline of their mouth sports a pair of impressive cuspids. “Odd. I’ve seen two Great Knights in this little town in my year of living here. What brings you to a condemned land such as this?”
*Sorry for the slow response*
Skar cracks his knuckles and shakes his body out a little. “I am here to comfort the dead men before the execution date. My brother originally visited to see the circus, but now he stays to keep watch over the town. There are a view residents who mean trouble.”
*no problem*
”The… the execution date? You mean that people here are to be executed?”
“Yes, I do. That is why they call this the dead man’s town.”
“Ah. Oh dear.” Eito suddenly realizes this might be telling. “…I mean I haven’t introduced myself, Great Knight!” They say hurriedly. “I am Eito, a local… healer!” Small points of light are running down their body almost like sweat.
“Greetings. Are you injured?”
“Oh no no no no no no no, no no no!” Eito waffles. “This? This is nothing! These are, uh, from a bad fall! I’m fine! I wasn’t brutally attacked! I’m completely fine!!!”
Skar tilts his head and kneels down. He presses his thumb to Eito’s chest. It’s about the size of his head, but his touch immediately heals any wounds that Eito has, and he is briefly filled with godly energy that makes him feel like he can do anything. Then it’s gone.
Though a few patches close, not all of them do. “I suppose these are permanent. Makes sense.”
“Why would they be permanent? Normally my healing can heal even brain damage…”
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Skar is training against a dummy that he has carved out of a boulder. Each of his swings takes a massive chunk off the dummy, and he’s not using a sword.
“Your reputation as a paragon of power is not unearned.” A rather ethereal voice that seems to be both high- and low-pitched and loud and soft at once, like multiple voices were overlaid over each other, in both a whisper in your ear and a shout from the top of a mountain. It’s an unsettling voice.
“I appreciate that.” Skar puts a punch straight in the center of the dummy, shattering it completely into pebbles.
A person, resembling a silhouette made of pale light entirely covered in black velvet save the various characters and holes carved on the surface and the outline of their serene face on the head strides beside the Knight of Strength. Light pours from their wounds like ash from a fire, and a faint smoldering noise rises off of them. Their fingers are long and the outline of their mouth sports a pair of impressive cuspids. “Odd. I’ve seen two Great Knights in this little town in my year of living here. What brings you to a condemned land such as this?”
*Sorry for the slow response*
Skar cracks his knuckles and shakes his body out a little. “I am here to comfort the dead men before the execution date. My brother originally visited to see the circus, but now he stays to keep watch over the town. There are a view residents who mean trouble.”
*no problem*
”The… the execution date? You mean that people here are to be executed?”
“Yes, I do. That is why they call this the dead man’s town.”
“Ah. Oh dear.” Eito suddenly realizes this might be telling. “…I mean I haven’t introduced myself, Great Knight!” They say hurriedly. “I am Eito, a local… healer!” Small points of light are running down their body almost like sweat.
“Greetings. Are you injured?”
“Oh no no no no no no no, no no no!” Eito waffles. “This? This is nothing! These are, uh, from a bad fall! I’m fine! I wasn’t brutally attacked! I’m completely fine!!!”
Skar tilts his head and kneels down. He presses his thumb to Eito’s chest. It’s about the size of his head, but his touch immediately heals any wounds that Eito has, and he is briefly filled with godly energy that makes him feel like he can do anything. Then it’s gone.
Though a few patches close, not all of them do. “I suppose these are permanent. Makes sense.”
“Why would they be permanent? Normally my healing can heal even brain damage…”
“They… may have been dealt by something more severe than you.”
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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.
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A person, resembling a silhouette made of pale light entirely covered in black velvet save the various characters and holes carved on the surface and the outline of their serene face on the head strides beside the Knight of Strength. Light pours from their wounds like ash from a fire, and a faint smoldering noise rises off of them. Their fingers are long and the outline of their mouth sports a pair of impressive cuspids. “Odd. I’ve seen two Great Knights in this little town in my year of living here. What brings you to a condemned land such as this?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Hmm... okay- yes"
Reqka seems to be talking to the moth
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"You speak to him?"
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"depends if my magic has run out- I haven't slept in a few nights- just to talk to him..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"what is he saying?'
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"right now?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"mhm"
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"well- he's telling me about a book he once stole..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Sorry for the slow response*
Skar cracks his knuckles and shakes his body out a little. “I am here to comfort the dead men before the execution date. My brother originally visited to see the circus, but now he stays to keep watch over the town. There are a view residents who mean trouble.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
*no problem*
”The… the execution date? You mean that people here are to be executed?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"That's cool. Why did he sniff me?"
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)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, 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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
“Yes, I do. That is why they call this the dead man’s town.”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"to know who yo- how do you know that is how moths sniff!?"
"Who. Are. You?"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
“Ah. Oh dear.” Eito suddenly realizes this might be telling. “…I mean I haven’t introduced myself, Great Knight!” They say hurriedly. “I am Eito, a local… healer!” Small points of light are running down their body almost like sweat.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Greetings. Are you injured?”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
“Oh no no no no no no no, no no no!” Eito waffles. “This? This is nothing! These are, uh, from a bad fall! I’m fine! I wasn’t brutally attacked! I’m completely fine!!!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Skar tilts his head and kneels down. He presses his thumb to Eito’s chest. It’s about the size of his head, but his touch immediately heals any wounds that Eito has, and he is briefly filled with godly energy that makes him feel like he can do anything. Then it’s gone.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
Though a few small patches close, the largest and most pale ones remain. “I suppose these are permanent. Makes sense.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Why would they be permanent? Normally my healing can heal even brain damage…”
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
“They… may have been dealt by something more severe than you.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.