I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
That's my sister's type! I used to think I was that but turns out I was just one letter off
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
anyone else besides me interested in 16 personalities types?
I’m INFP-T. The Mediator.
I have no idea what I am lol
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
I do like witchy stuff, but I’m not sure if I have enough time now with school and stuff to get involved in Woodwitch Way. But if I do get inspired and think of a character I’ll definitely join.
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
I do like witchy stuff, but I’m not sure if I have enough time now with school and stuff to get involved in Woodwitch Way. But if I do get inspired and think of a character I’ll definitely join.
oh ok
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
It all started on a Thursday in June when my Aunt started hoovering at five in the morning. I tried to block the sound out, but it was no use, so I reluctantly began my day. I hate Thursdays. It’s the only day of the week when Aunt Val’s home. Usually, she’s busily flitting around from meetings to expos or whatever and leaves me alone. But Thursdays? Thursdays she’s all “Oh Cherith are you going to wear that out?” and giving me death glares and vacuuming the same bloody spot outside my door just to spite me. But at least I had a good reason to get out of the house. But before I did, I checked my phone.
17 texts from reg, all about the job. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was at the bookstore already even though the interview was at 8. But hey, who’d blame him? Poor guy has four little sisters, he’s got to get away sometime. I was about to text him back when it suddenly went quiet. I could have probably gone out into the hall, but I figured five’s not the best time for testing the waters.
I’d set out my outfit the night before. Rose-patterned trousers, white tank top, and red platform boots. The whole ensemble was almost entirely sewn by me, except the shoes. I pulled everything on and grabbed my glasses and bag from my desk. After I double-checked that I had everything, I slid up the window and stepped out onto the fire escape. As soon as the first gust of wind hit me, I regretted wearing a tank top.
We’d been having a freakishly cold summer, and everyone seemed so torn up about it. Honestly, I hate the heat, so it was a welcome change. I was going to go back in and get my jacket, but the stupid window shut on me, so I just started down the fire escape. In the years my aunt and I’ve lived in our flat, I’ve only used the main entrance when I had to. It was just too easy.
The bookstore was only a few miles from the flat, but I didn’t get there in a hurry. Along the way I bought myself a cronut and I wasn’t in a particular rush to finish it either. Then, of course, I had to go three blocks over for a bus stop because for some insane reason they seem to avoid the one specific street I live on. I paid the fare with my change and rode to the Bookstore.
Just as I predicted, Reg was there in his goofy purple coat and brown knit cap. Poor guy’s outfits never match. He was sitting on a bench, reading Emma for, I dunno, the sixth time? It’s not my job to keep up with his Austen problem. It was hard to tell where his hat ended and his hair began. What kind of guy owns a hat the same color as his hair? My total dork of a best friend, that’s who.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked.
“No, Captain obvious, I’m quite warm.” i half-said, half-shivered. The cronut and coffee hadn’t done much to warm me up. “Aren’t you? It’s June, after all” I sat down next to him and took off his scarf.
“Hey!”
“You’ve got too many layers.” I wrapped his big white scarf around my shoulders. “Did you steal this from your mum?”
“Maybe…” he looked away, but I could tell he was blushing. There was no scarf to hide his flushed face behind. Sure, it was a cold day, but Reg doesn’t get red in the cold like I do since he’s darker than I am. His cheeks don’t red without a good reason, like being called out on wearing women’s outerwear.
“Looks much better on me, I think.” I tried the door, and it swung open. “Huh. What kind of place doesn’t lock their doors?”
“Cherry!” reg whisper-shouted for no apparent reason. “It’s not open yet! We’ll get in trouble!”
“What, would you rather freeze?” I dashed into the shop before he could stop me, not like he could anyways. I’ve seen him struggle just to hold onto his pet duck.
would you read a story like this? It has ghosts
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
That's amazin'! Glad to have ya back, Druid. Now, here's what I need you to do: RECOUNT EVERY IMPORTANT THING THAT'S WORTH SHARIN' THAT'S HAPPENED TO YOU WHILE YOUR COMPUTER WAS GONE IN THE GREATEST DETAIL YOU CAN.
(I'm just kiddin', but I would like to know how you've been.)
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
It all started on a Thursday in June when my Aunt started hoovering at five in the morning. I tried to block the sound out, but it was no use, so I reluctantly began my day. I hate Thursdays. It’s the only day of the week when Aunt Val’s home. Usually, she’s busily flitting around from meetings to expos or whatever and leaves me alone. But Thursdays? Thursdays she’s all “Oh Cherith are you going to wear that out?” and giving me death glares and vacuuming the same bloody spot outside my door just to spite me. But at least I had a good reason to get out of the house. But before I did, I checked my phone.
17 texts from reg, all about the job. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was at the bookstore already even though the interview was at 8. But hey, who’d blame him? Poor guy has four little sisters, he’s got to get away sometime. I was about to text him back when it suddenly went quiet. I could have probably gone out into the hall, but I figured five’s not the best time for testing the waters.
I’d set out my outfit the night before. Rose-patterned trousers, white tank top, and red platform boots. The whole ensemble was almost entirely sewn by me, except the shoes. I pulled everything on and grabbed my glasses and bag from my desk. After I double-checked that I had everything, I slid up the window and stepped out onto the fire escape. As soon as the first gust of wind hit me, I regretted wearing a tank top.
We’d been having a freakishly cold summer, and everyone seemed so torn up about it. Honestly, I hate the heat, so it was a welcome change. I was going to go back in and get my jacket, but the stupid window shut on me, so I just started down the fire escape. In the years my aunt and I’ve lived in our flat, I’ve only used the main entrance when I had to. It was just too easy.
The bookstore was only a few miles from the flat, but I didn’t get there in a hurry. Along the way I bought myself a cronut and I wasn’t in a particular rush to finish it either. Then, of course, I had to go three blocks over for a bus stop because for some insane reason they seem to avoid the one specific street I live on. I paid the fare with my change and rode to the Bookstore.
Just as I predicted, Reg was there in his goofy purple coat and brown knit cap. Poor guy’s outfits never match. He was sitting on a bench, reading Emma for, I dunno, the sixth time? It’s not my job to keep up with his Austen problem. It was hard to tell where his hat ended and his hair began. What kind of guy owns a hat the same color as his hair? My total dork of a best friend, that’s who.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked.
“No, Captain obvious, I’m quite warm.” i half-said, half-shivered. The cronut and coffee hadn’t done much to warm me up. “Aren’t you? It’s June, after all” I sat down next to him and took off his scarf.
“Hey!”
“You’ve got too many layers.” I wrapped his big white scarf around my shoulders. “Did you steal this from your mum?”
“Maybe…” he looked away, but I could tell he was blushing. There was no scarf to hide his flushed face behind. Sure, it was a cold day, but Reg doesn’t get red in the cold like I do since he’s darker than I am. His cheeks don’t red without a good reason, like being called out on wearing women’s outerwear.
“Looks much better on me, I think.” I tried the door, and it swung open. “Huh. What kind of place doesn’t lock their doors?”
“Cherry!” reg whisper-shouted for no apparent reason. “It’s not open yet! We’ll get in trouble!”
“What, would you rather freeze?” I dashed into the shop before he could stop me, not like he could anyways. I’ve seen him struggle just to hold onto his pet duck.
would you read a story like this? It has ghosts
That already sounds like a great read, and I only read like the first three paragraphs.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
It all started on a Thursday in June when my Aunt started hoovering at five in the morning. I tried to block the sound out, but it was no use, so I reluctantly began my day. I hate Thursdays. It’s the only day of the week when Aunt Val’s home. Usually, she’s busily flitting around from meetings to expos or whatever and leaves me alone. But Thursdays? Thursdays she’s all “Oh Cherith are you going to wear that out?” and giving me death glares and vacuuming the same bloody spot outside my door just to spite me. But at least I had a good reason to get out of the house. But before I did, I checked my phone.
17 texts from reg, all about the job. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was at the bookstore already even though the interview was at 8. But hey, who’d blame him? Poor guy has four little sisters, he’s got to get away sometime. I was about to text him back when it suddenly went quiet. I could have probably gone out into the hall, but I figured five’s not the best time for testing the waters.
I’d set out my outfit the night before. Rose-patterned trousers, white tank top, and red platform boots. The whole ensemble was almost entirely sewn by me, except the shoes. I pulled everything on and grabbed my glasses and bag from my desk. After I double-checked that I had everything, I slid up the window and stepped out onto the fire escape. As soon as the first gust of wind hit me, I regretted wearing a tank top.
We’d been having a freakishly cold summer, and everyone seemed so torn up about it. Honestly, I hate the heat, so it was a welcome change. I was going to go back in and get my jacket, but the stupid window shut on me, so I just started down the fire escape. In the years my aunt and I’ve lived in our flat, I’ve only used the main entrance when I had to. It was just too easy.
The bookstore was only a few miles from the flat, but I didn’t get there in a hurry. Along the way I bought myself a cronut and I wasn’t in a particular rush to finish it either. Then, of course, I had to go three blocks over for a bus stop because for some insane reason they seem to avoid the one specific street I live on. I paid the fare with my change and rode to the Bookstore.
Just as I predicted, Reg was there in his goofy purple coat and brown knit cap. Poor guy’s outfits never match. He was sitting on a bench, reading Emma for, I dunno, the sixth time? It’s not my job to keep up with his Austen problem. It was hard to tell where his hat ended and his hair began. What kind of guy owns a hat the same color as his hair? My total dork of a best friend, that’s who.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked.
“No, Captain obvious, I’m quite warm.” i half-said, half-shivered. The cronut and coffee hadn’t done much to warm me up. “Aren’t you? It’s June, after all” I sat down next to him and took off his scarf.
“Hey!”
“You’ve got too many layers.” I wrapped his big white scarf around my shoulders. “Did you steal this from your mum?”
“Maybe…” he looked away, but I could tell he was blushing. There was no scarf to hide his flushed face behind. Sure, it was a cold day, but Reg doesn’t get red in the cold like I do since he’s darker than I am. His cheeks don’t red without a good reason, like being called out on wearing women’s outerwear.
“Looks much better on me, I think.” I tried the door, and it swung open. “Huh. What kind of place doesn’t lock their doors?”
“Cherry!” reg whisper-shouted for no apparent reason. “It’s not open yet! We’ll get in trouble!”
“What, would you rather freeze?” I dashed into the shop before he could stop me, not like he could anyways. I’ve seen him struggle just to hold onto his pet duck.
would you read a story like this? It has ghosts
I love this story!!! I would love to read the rest of it.
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Rockabye baby, Poor Valentine, No one will call you, From way up high No wonders or mercy, Await you above, Nobody wants you, You'll never be loved.
Don't hurt me baby, Sweet Valentine, I'm very sorry, Just leave me alive You are a monster, As above so below You'll die just like us, Broken and alone.
*Crunch*
Don't mind me...
Blame me all you want, all you want... I could give you all you want... What's left when you roast me alive, me alive? My nightmare worldwide...
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I’m INFP-T. The Mediator.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
That's my sister's type! I used to think I was that but turns out I was just one letter off
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Hey woods do you like witchy stuff?
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I have no idea what I am lol
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
Cool!!!
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
I do like witchy stuff, but I’m not sure if I have enough time now with school and stuff to get involved in Woodwitch Way. But if I do get inspired and think of a character I’ll definitely join.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
oh ok
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
It all started on a Thursday in June when my Aunt started hoovering at five in the morning. I tried to block the sound out, but it was no use, so I reluctantly began my day. I hate Thursdays. It’s the only day of the week when Aunt Val’s home. Usually, she’s busily flitting around from meetings to expos or whatever and leaves me alone. But Thursdays? Thursdays she’s all “Oh Cherith are you going to wear that out?” and giving me death glares and vacuuming the same bloody spot outside my door just to spite me. But at least I had a good reason to get out of the house. But before I did, I checked my phone.
17 texts from reg, all about the job. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was at the bookstore already even though the interview was at 8. But hey, who’d blame him? Poor guy has four little sisters, he’s got to get away sometime. I was about to text him back when it suddenly went quiet. I could have probably gone out into the hall, but I figured five’s not the best time for testing the waters.
I’d set out my outfit the night before. Rose-patterned trousers, white tank top, and red platform boots. The whole ensemble was almost entirely sewn by me, except the shoes. I pulled everything on and grabbed my glasses and bag from my desk. After I double-checked that I had everything, I slid up the window and stepped out onto the fire escape. As soon as the first gust of wind hit me, I regretted wearing a tank top.
We’d been having a freakishly cold summer, and everyone seemed so torn up about it. Honestly, I hate the heat, so it was a welcome change. I was going to go back in and get my jacket, but the stupid window shut on me, so I just started down the fire escape. In the years my aunt and I’ve lived in our flat, I’ve only used the main entrance when I had to. It was just too easy.
The bookstore was only a few miles from the flat, but I didn’t get there in a hurry. Along the way I bought myself a cronut and I wasn’t in a particular rush to finish it either. Then, of course, I had to go three blocks over for a bus stop because for some insane reason they seem to avoid the one specific street I live on. I paid the fare with my change and rode to the Bookstore.
Just as I predicted, Reg was there in his goofy purple coat and brown knit cap. Poor guy’s outfits never match. He was sitting on a bench, reading Emma for, I dunno, the sixth time? It’s not my job to keep up with his Austen problem. It was hard to tell where his hat ended and his hair began. What kind of guy owns a hat the same color as his hair? My total dork of a best friend, that’s who.
“Aren’t you cold?” he asked.
“No, Captain obvious, I’m quite warm.” i half-said, half-shivered. The cronut and coffee hadn’t done much to warm me up. “Aren’t you? It’s June, after all” I sat down next to him and took off his scarf.
“Hey!”
“You’ve got too many layers.” I wrapped his big white scarf around my shoulders. “Did you steal this from your mum?”
“Maybe…” he looked away, but I could tell he was blushing. There was no scarf to hide his flushed face behind. Sure, it was a cold day, but Reg doesn’t get red in the cold like I do since he’s darker than I am. His cheeks don’t red without a good reason, like being called out on wearing women’s outerwear.
“Looks much better on me, I think.” I tried the door, and it swung open. “Huh. What kind of place doesn’t lock their doors?”
“Cherry!” reg whisper-shouted for no apparent reason. “It’s not open yet! We’ll get in trouble!”
“What, would you rather freeze?” I dashed into the shop before he could stop me, not like he could anyways. I’ve seen him struggle just to hold onto his pet duck.
would you read a story like this? It has ghosts
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
That's amazin'! Glad to have ya back, Druid. Now, here's what I need you to do: RECOUNT EVERY IMPORTANT THING THAT'S WORTH SHARIN' THAT'S HAPPENED TO YOU WHILE YOUR COMPUTER WAS GONE IN THE GREATEST DETAIL YOU CAN.
(I'm just kiddin', but I would like to know how you've been.)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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That already sounds like a great read, and I only read like the first three paragraphs.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Both of these are me.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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Yo same.
I love this story!!! I would love to read the rest of it.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Rockabye baby, Poor Valentine,
No one will call you, From way up high
No wonders or mercy, Await you above,
Nobody wants you, You'll never be loved.
Don't hurt me baby, Sweet Valentine,
I'm very sorry, Just leave me alive
You are a monster, As above so below
You'll die just like us, Broken and alone.
*Crunch*
Don't mind me...
Blame me all you want, all you want...
I could give you all you want...
What's left when you roast me alive, me alive?
My nightmare worldwide...
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Should I make a new thread?
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Totally dude, I love new threads, but I’m hugely supportive.
Only if i can maybe help with it :>