Serveo tilts his head. “The big man down below?” (There is no devil or satan in this world, or any religion like that. So he has no idea unless he’s referring to something else.) He keeps his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. Crushing it with his grip. Strength: 26
“You know, Asssssssmodeus? The Heir to the Throne of Baator? The archdevil? He’sss pretty good with sssoulsss.” Valvyre’s bones are not far from breaking.
This strange reference to some religious figure triggers something. Darkness starts to spill around Valvyre’s bones. Serveo’s voice is drowned out as everything id enveloped in the darkness. Everything that was previously in his environment is gone, part of the shadows now. It is pitch black. Valvyre hears a woman’s voice. “The only one on this planet who is in charge of souls is death itself.”
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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.
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.
Serveo tilts his head. “The big man down below?” (There is no devil or satan in this world, or any religion like that. So he has no idea unless he’s referring to something else.) He keeps his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. Crushing it with his grip. Strength: 26
“You know, Asssssssmodeus? The Heir to the Throne of Baator? The archdevil? He’sss pretty good with sssoulsss.” Valvyre’s bones are not far from breaking.
This strange reference to some religious figure triggers something. Darkness starts to spill around Valvyre’s bones. Serveo’s voice is drowned out as everything id enveloped in the darkness. Everything that was previously in his environment is gone, part of the shadows now. It is pitch black. Valvyre hears a woman’s voice. “The only one on this planet who is in charge of souls is death itself.”
“Come on. This. This whole schtick. It doesssn’t work. I’m sssorry I disssressspected you, but my bosssss is lissstening and I gotta give ‘im sssome credit! At leasst, I think he’s been paying attention… unlessssssss… I’ve been- I’m cut off from the Lower Planesss, aren’t I?”
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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.
Serveo tilts his head. “The big man down below?” (There is no devil or satan in this world, or any religion like that. So he has no idea unless he’s referring to something else.) He keeps his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. Crushing it with his grip. Strength: 26
“You know, Asssssssmodeus? The Heir to the Throne of Baator? The archdevil? He’sss pretty good with sssoulsss.” Valvyre’s bones are not far from breaking.
This strange reference to some religious figure triggers something. Darkness starts to spill around Valvyre’s bones. Serveo’s voice is drowned out as everything id enveloped in the darkness. Everything that was previously in his environment is gone, part of the shadows now. It is pitch black. Valvyre hears a woman’s voice. “The only one on this planet who is in charge of souls is death itself.”
“Come on. This. This whole schtick. It doesssn’t work. I’m sssorry I disssressspected you, but my bosssss is lissstening and I gotta give ‘im sssome credit! At leasst, I think he’s been paying attention… unlessssssss… I’ve been- I’m cut off from the Lower Planesss, aren’t I?”
“You have been cut off from everything, at the moment. Whoever you work for, they inevitably work for me.”
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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.
Serveo tilts his head. “The big man down below?” (There is no devil or satan in this world, or any religion like that. So he has no idea unless he’s referring to something else.) He keeps his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. Crushing it with his grip. Strength: 26
“You know, Asssssssmodeus? The Heir to the Throne of Baator? The archdevil? He’sss pretty good with sssoulsss.” Valvyre’s bones are not far from breaking.
This strange reference to some religious figure triggers something. Darkness starts to spill around Valvyre’s bones. Serveo’s voice is drowned out as everything id enveloped in the darkness. Everything that was previously in his environment is gone, part of the shadows now. It is pitch black. Valvyre hears a woman’s voice. “The only one on this planet who is in charge of souls is death itself.”
“Come on. This. This whole schtick. It doesssn’t work. I’m sssorry I disssressspected you, but my bosssss is lissstening and I gotta give ‘im sssome credit! At leasst, I think he’s been paying attention… unlessssssss… I’ve been- I’m cut off from the Lower Planesss, aren’t I?”
“You have been cut off from everything, at the moment. Whoever you work for, they inevitably work for me.”
“Well that makesss my job a lot lessss fulfilling. Thiss is on me, isssn’t it? Every devil doesss this! Every devil!! Are you dragging them into your shadowy thing? Is it jussst becaussse I ended up here?” Valvyre reaches for something inside its arm hole, but it’s empty. “Ah, forget it. Okay, what do you want me to do for penancccce? Ssstart a church in your name or whatever?”
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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.
Serveo tilts his head. “The big man down below?” (There is no devil or satan in this world, or any religion like that. So he has no idea unless he’s referring to something else.) He keeps his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. Crushing it with his grip. Strength: 26
“You know, Asssssssmodeus? The Heir to the Throne of Baator? The archdevil? He’sss pretty good with sssoulsss.” Valvyre’s bones are not far from breaking.
This strange reference to some religious figure triggers something. Darkness starts to spill around Valvyre’s bones. Serveo’s voice is drowned out as everything id enveloped in the darkness. Everything that was previously in his environment is gone, part of the shadows now. It is pitch black. Valvyre hears a woman’s voice. “The only one on this planet who is in charge of souls is death itself.”
“Come on. This. This whole schtick. It doesssn’t work. I’m sssorry I disssressspected you, but my bosssss is lissstening and I gotta give ‘im sssome credit! At leasst, I think he’s been paying attention… unlessssssss… I’ve been- I’m cut off from the Lower Planesss, aren’t I?”
“You have been cut off from everything, at the moment. Whoever you work for, they inevitably work for me.”
“Well that makesss my job a lot lessss fulfilling. Thiss is on me, isssn’t it? Every devil doesss this! Every devil!! Are you dragging them into your shadowy thing? Is it jussst becaussse I ended up here?” Valvyre reaches for something inside its arm hole, but it’s empty. “Ah, forget it. Okay, what do you want me to do for penancccce? Ssstart a church in your name or whatever?”
“I merely showed myself to disprove your arrogance and lack of faith. But I am unsure of wether or not you truly understand what I am.”
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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.
Serveo tilts his head. “The big man down below?” (There is no devil or satan in this world, or any religion like that. So he has no idea unless he’s referring to something else.) He keeps his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. Crushing it with his grip. Strength: 26
“You know, Asssssssmodeus? The Heir to the Throne of Baator? The archdevil? He’sss pretty good with sssoulsss.” Valvyre’s bones are not far from breaking.
This strange reference to some religious figure triggers something. Darkness starts to spill around Valvyre’s bones. Serveo’s voice is drowned out as everything id enveloped in the darkness. Everything that was previously in his environment is gone, part of the shadows now. It is pitch black. Valvyre hears a woman’s voice. “The only one on this planet who is in charge of souls is death itself.”
“Come on. This. This whole schtick. It doesssn’t work. I’m sssorry I disssressspected you, but my bosssss is lissstening and I gotta give ‘im sssome credit! At leasst, I think he’s been paying attention… unlessssssss… I’ve been- I’m cut off from the Lower Planesss, aren’t I?”
“You have been cut off from everything, at the moment. Whoever you work for, they inevitably work for me.”
“Well that makesss my job a lot lessss fulfilling. Thiss is on me, isssn’t it? Every devil doesss this! Every devil!! Are you dragging them into your shadowy thing? Is it jussst becaussse I ended up here?” Valvyre reaches for something inside its arm hole, but it’s empty. “Ah, forget it. Okay, what do you want me to do for penancccce? Ssstart a church in your name or whatever?”
“I merely showed myself to disprove your arrogance and lack of faith. But I am unsure of whether or not you truly understand what I am.”
Valvyre looks around into the darkness a bit, seeming contemplative. “…you know… Does it honestly matter?”
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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.
Serveo tilts his head. “The big man down below?” (There is no devil or satan in this world, or any religion like that. So he has no idea unless he’s referring to something else.) He keeps his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. Crushing it with his grip. Strength: 26
“You know, Asssssssmodeus? The Heir to the Throne of Baator? The archdevil? He’sss pretty good with sssoulsss.” Valvyre’s bones are not far from breaking.
This strange reference to some religious figure triggers something. Darkness starts to spill around Valvyre’s bones. Serveo’s voice is drowned out as everything id enveloped in the darkness. Everything that was previously in his environment is gone, part of the shadows now. It is pitch black. Valvyre hears a woman’s voice. “The only one on this planet who is in charge of souls is death itself.”
“Come on. This. This whole schtick. It doesssn’t work. I’m sssorry I disssressspected you, but my bosssss is lissstening and I gotta give ‘im sssome credit! At leasst, I think he’s been paying attention… unlessssssss… I’ve been- I’m cut off from the Lower Planesss, aren’t I?”
“You have been cut off from everything, at the moment. Whoever you work for, they inevitably work for me.”
“Well that makesss my job a lot lessss fulfilling. Thiss is on me, isssn’t it? Every devil doesss this! Every devil!! Are you dragging them into your shadowy thing? Is it jussst becaussse I ended up here?” Valvyre reaches for something inside its arm hole, but it’s empty. “Ah, forget it. Okay, what do you want me to do for penancccce? Ssstart a church in your name or whatever?”
“I merely showed myself to disprove your arrogance and lack of faith. But I am unsure of whether or not you truly understand what I am.”
Valvyre looks around into the darkness a bit, seeming contemplative. “…you know… Does it honestly matter?”
“Hm. I would think so, personally.”
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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.
Serveo tilts his head. “The big man down below?” (There is no devil or satan in this world, or any religion like that. So he has no idea unless he’s referring to something else.) He keeps his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. Crushing it with his grip. Strength: 26
“You know, Asssssssmodeus? The Heir to the Throne of Baator? The archdevil? He’sss pretty good with sssoulsss.” Valvyre’s bones are not far from breaking.
This strange reference to some religious figure triggers something. Darkness starts to spill around Valvyre’s bones. Serveo’s voice is drowned out as everything id enveloped in the darkness. Everything that was previously in his environment is gone, part of the shadows now. It is pitch black. Valvyre hears a woman’s voice. “The only one on this planet who is in charge of souls is death itself.”
“Come on. This. This whole schtick. It doesssn’t work. I’m sssorry I disssressspected you, but my bosssss is lissstening and I gotta give ‘im sssome credit! At leasst, I think he’s been paying attention… unlessssssss… I’ve been- I’m cut off from the Lower Planesss, aren’t I?”
“You have been cut off from everything, at the moment. Whoever you work for, they inevitably work for me.”
“Well that makesss my job a lot lessss fulfilling. Thiss is on me, isssn’t it? Every devil doesss this! Every devil!! Are you dragging them into your shadowy thing? Is it jussst becaussse I ended up here?” Valvyre reaches for something inside its arm hole, but it’s empty. “Ah, forget it. Okay, what do you want me to do for penancccce? Ssstart a church in your name or whatever?”
“I merely showed myself to disprove your arrogance and lack of faith. But I am unsure of whether or not you truly understand what I am.”
Valvyre looks around into the darkness a bit, seeming contemplative. “…you know… Does it honestly matter?”
“Hm. I would think so, personally.”
“I don’t. I know what you can do. The true nature isssn’t as important as what’sss happening right now. Ssspeaking of which, what isss happening? Where am I?”
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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.
Serveo tilts his head. “The big man down below?” (There is no devil or satan in this world, or any religion like that. So he has no idea unless he’s referring to something else.) He keeps his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. Crushing it with his grip. Strength: 26
“You know, Asssssssmodeus? The Heir to the Throne of Baator? The archdevil? He’sss pretty good with sssoulsss.” Valvyre’s bones are not far from breaking.
This strange reference to some religious figure triggers something. Darkness starts to spill around Valvyre’s bones. Serveo’s voice is drowned out as everything id enveloped in the darkness. Everything that was previously in his environment is gone, part of the shadows now. It is pitch black. Valvyre hears a woman’s voice. “The only one on this planet who is in charge of souls is death itself.”
“Come on. This. This whole schtick. It doesssn’t work. I’m sssorry I disssressspected you, but my bosssss is lissstening and I gotta give ‘im sssome credit! At leasst, I think he’s been paying attention… unlessssssss… I’ve been- I’m cut off from the Lower Planesss, aren’t I?”
“You have been cut off from everything, at the moment. Whoever you work for, they inevitably work for me.”
“Well that makesss my job a lot lessss fulfilling. Thiss is on me, isssn’t it? Every devil doesss this! Every devil!! Are you dragging them into your shadowy thing? Is it jussst becaussse I ended up here?” Valvyre reaches for something inside its arm hole, but it’s empty. “Ah, forget it. Okay, what do you want me to do for penancccce? Ssstart a church in your name or whatever?”
“I merely showed myself to disprove your arrogance and lack of faith. But I am unsure of whether or not you truly understand what I am.”
Valvyre looks around into the darkness a bit, seeming contemplative. “…you know… Does it honestly matter?”
“Hm. I would think so, personally.”
“I don’t. I know what you can do. The true nature isssn’t as important as what’sss happening right now. Ssspeaking of which, what isss happening? Where am I?”
“You are wherever I want you to be. Which, right now, is away from anything else.”
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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.
*Gonna go to sleep. I need extra rest today. Cya!*
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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.
Serveo tilts his head. “The big man down below?” (There is no devil or satan in this world, or any religion like that. So he has no idea unless he’s referring to something else.) He keeps his hand on Valvyre’s shoulder. Crushing it with his grip. Strength: 26
“You know, Asssssssmodeus? The Heir to the Throne of Baator? The archdevil? He’sss pretty good with sssoulsss.” Valvyre’s bones are not far from breaking.
This strange reference to some religious figure triggers something. Darkness starts to spill around Valvyre’s bones. Serveo’s voice is drowned out as everything id enveloped in the darkness. Everything that was previously in his environment is gone, part of the shadows now. It is pitch black. Valvyre hears a woman’s voice. “The only one on this planet who is in charge of souls is death itself.”
“Come on. This. This whole schtick. It doesssn’t work. I’m sssorry I disssressspected you, but my bosssss is lissstening and I gotta give ‘im sssome credit! At leasst, I think he’s been paying attention… unlessssssss… I’ve been- I’m cut off from the Lower Planesss, aren’t I?”
“You have been cut off from everything, at the moment. Whoever you work for, they inevitably work for me.”
“Well that makesss my job a lot lessss fulfilling. Thiss is on me, isssn’t it? Every devil doesss this! Every devil!! Are you dragging them into your shadowy thing? Is it jussst becaussse I ended up here?” Valvyre reaches for something inside its arm hole, but it’s empty. “Ah, forget it. Okay, what do you want me to do for penancccce? Ssstart a church in your name or whatever?”
“I merely showed myself to disprove your arrogance and lack of faith. But I am unsure of whether or not you truly understand what I am.”
Valvyre looks around into the darkness a bit, seeming contemplative. “…you know… Does it honestly matter?”
“Hm. I would think so, personally.”
“I don’t. I know what you can do. The true nature isssn’t as important as what’sss happening right now. Ssspeaking of which, what isss happening? Where am I?”
“You are wherever I want you to be. Which, right now, is away from anything else.”
“Oh really? Can you tell me anything about sssome archfiend who might be known as ‘Matilda’ for unrelated reasssonsssss?”
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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.
Jonas is doing something with an odd talisman near the Shrew's Inn.
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
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.
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
This strange reference to some religious figure triggers something. Darkness starts to spill around Valvyre’s bones. Serveo’s voice is drowned out as everything id enveloped in the darkness. Everything that was previously in his environment is gone, part of the shadows now. It is pitch black. Valvyre hears a woman’s voice. “The only one on this planet who is in charge of souls is death itself.”
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
*We got 3000!*
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
“Come on. This. This whole schtick. It doesssn’t work. I’m sssorry I disssressspected you, but my bosssss is lissstening and I gotta give ‘im sssome credit! At leasst, I think he’s been paying attention… unlessssssss… I’ve been- I’m cut off from the Lower Planesss, aren’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.
*YAY*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You have been cut off from everything, at the moment. Whoever you work for, they inevitably work for me.”
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
“Well that makesss my job a lot lessss fulfilling. Thiss is on me, isssn’t it? Every devil doesss this! Every devil!! Are you dragging them into your shadowy thing? Is it jussst becaussse I ended up here?” Valvyre reaches for something inside its arm hole, but it’s empty. “Ah, forget it. Okay, what do you want me to do for penancccce? Ssstart a church in your name or whatever?”
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 merely showed myself to disprove your arrogance and lack of faith. But I am unsure of wether or not you truly understand what I am.”
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
Valvyre looks around into the darkness a bit, seeming contemplative. “…you know… Does it honestly matter?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Hm. I would think so, personally.”
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
“I don’t. I know what you can do. The true nature isssn’t as important as what’sss happening right now. Ssspeaking of which, what isss happening? Where am 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.
“You are wherever I want you to be. Which, right now, is away from anything else.”
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
*Gonna go to sleep. I need extra rest today. Cya!*
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
*good night gradius!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Oh really? Can you tell me anything about sssome archfiend who might be known as ‘Matilda’ for unrelated reasssonsssss?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*hi!*
Jonas is doing something with an odd talisman near the Shrew's Inn.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*Gooooooood morning*
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
*morning Gradius!*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
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)
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
hello
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.