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
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
my vibe in a song: Tho i'm a tortoise by madylin mei
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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
nah i gotta go soon im havin a flareup and i had to use a prop cane at rehearsal
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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
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
You probably have a bigger meme collection than my friend, and that's sayin' a lot. She has like 5 gigabytes of just memes stored on her phone.
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
Yes, why don't you turn the fan on? I'm sure nothin'll happen...
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
Heyo im here with some drops for my victorian story! Here you go, first chunk of chapter one, knock yourselves out!
Click, swish, click, swish The sound of the loom was the only thing besides silence that filled the Clemont house. It was the soundtrack to Marina’s entire life, supporting the feel of threads beneath her fingers, underpinning the movement of the shuttle, the cadence that defined all she did.
The house hadn’t always been this quiet. Marina’s father, Jonah, was the sort of man that lit up the room. He’d been dead for almost ten years now, taken by the illness that swept over the countryside when Marina was little, but if she shut her eyes tight, she could see his face, feel his rough hands on hers as he taught her to weave, hear his baritone as he sung her to sleep.
Now it was just marina and her mother, alone in a house that felt much emptier than it was. Marina’s mother was the strict type, the tether that grounded her dreamer of a father, but now those fetters fell on marina, and she could never hope to fill her father’s footsteps. His tapestries were so magnificent, so vivid, that when hung on a wall it was almost like you were looking through a window. The half-finished tapestry of an ocean that sat on marina’s loom wasn’t even half as pretty, but it was good enough to satisfy the merchant who ordered it, at least, she hoped so.
Hands are a funny thing. It’s hard to distinguish a person’s identity just by looking at their hands, but you can tell several other things about them. Marina’s hands were calloused and nimble, marked with dozens of tiny scars you could only see in the light. Her mother’s were constantly stained, calloused in the same places as marina, where they would naturally be after working a loom for a lifetime.
Her mother was in the corner of the room, dying thread in a washtub to the light of a flickering oil lamp. If the merchant doesn’t pay soon, we’ll run out of oil, Marina thought. She often wished for a different life, one where the larder was always full and they didn’t have to worry about saving oil, but it was hard to imagine. This was the only life she’d ever known, the three rooms of their cottage and rickety bedframes and constant sound of the loom.
But something else caught marina’s ear, a sound that couldn’t have come from the loom: a knock on the door. The mail, she thought. Her mother’s eyes, blue as the dye that was staining her apron, flickered away from her work as they so rarely did, finding the door.
“I’ll get it” Marina answered her silent request, glad to get off the wobbly stool she’d been sitting on for the past two-and-a-half-hours. She pushed through the fabric hanging to dry in the doorway and past the empty umbrella stand, finding the cold handle of the front door in the near-darkness.
On the other side of the door, a young man in a pressed gray uniform was tapping his freshly-polished shoes on the doorstep. He certainly wasn’t their regular postman.
“I’m looking for a Ms. Marina Clemont” he read the back of the letter he had clutched in his gloved hand.
“That’s me.” marina answered. Mail rarely came for her, much less mail delivered by a posh fellow who surely had something better to do because he was checking his pocketwatch.
“Letter for you” he said curtly, turning to leave as soon as the letter left his hand. She closed the door behind him, examining the letter. The envelope was crisp and white, with an intricate blue wax seal holding it closed and marina’s address written on the back in careful calligraphy. The mailing adress, the seal, and the stamp all mentioned one place in particular: Blackwood Academy. Marina had heard its name before, spoken in proud tones and hushed whispers by people with far higher status than her. But why, marina mused, slipping her thumb under the seal, send a letter to me?
Miss Marina Clemont
We are delighted to inform you of your acceptence into Blackwood academy. You will be expected to arrive on the first day of auttumn. Attatched is a list of the required materials and the dress code.
Best of luck, Headmistress Tabitha Blackwood.
Marina shut the envelope, then opened it again. Surely this must be a trick. The Blackwood academy was practically a myth in the valley where she lived. Supposedly it was where nobles and their ilk sent their children to learn leadership, magic, and gods knows whatever it is rich people do. She’d never even dreamed of going, much less had she applied. Her life was laid out before her on a path paved with shuttles and warps, and it certainly didn’t lead her anywhere near a formal education. But the thought of it… grand libraries filled with books from floor to celing, gardens full of the finest roses, elaborate tapestries on every wall… It drew her in, however silly it was.
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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
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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
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/lsF9Xi6Qhj8
He is correct about the agressive kobold kobolds who kobold
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.
How do you summon memes archmemer?
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.
ecret
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
my vibe in a song: Tho i'm a tortoise by madylin mei
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
So mate, do ya wanna talk about smth specific or smth (IDK sry)
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.
nah i gotta go soon im havin a flareup and i had to use a prop cane at rehearsal
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
Ah. Well I wish you well. Goodbye
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.
thx en-bro
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
You probably have a bigger meme collection than my friend, and that's sayin' a lot. She has like 5 gigabytes of just memes stored on her phone.
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
Yes, why don't you turn the fan on? I'm sure nothin'll happen...
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
Heya Agate!
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.
Hey, Tarasque!
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
How ya doin mate?
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.
Anyone here? OwO
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 have said that more than 5 times
Owen is here. enjoy my favorite game. I like DND. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
I have?
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.
maybe on like 3 different threads
Owen is here. enjoy my favorite game. I like DND. PM ME THE WORD TOMATO.
Ah
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.
Heyo im here with some drops for my victorian story! Here you go, first chunk of chapter one, knock yourselves out!
Click, swish, click, swish
The sound of the loom was the only thing besides silence that filled the Clemont house. It was the soundtrack to Marina’s entire life, supporting the feel of threads beneath her fingers, underpinning the movement of the shuttle, the cadence that defined all she did.
The house hadn’t always been this quiet. Marina’s father, Jonah, was the sort of man that lit up the room. He’d been dead for almost ten years now, taken by the illness that swept over the countryside when Marina was little, but if she shut her eyes tight, she could see his face, feel his rough hands on hers as he taught her to weave, hear his baritone as he sung her to sleep.
Now it was just marina and her mother, alone in a house that felt much emptier than it was. Marina’s mother was the strict type, the tether that grounded her dreamer of a father, but now those fetters fell on marina, and she could never hope to fill her father’s footsteps. His tapestries were so magnificent, so vivid, that when hung on a wall it was almost like you were looking through a window. The half-finished tapestry of an ocean that sat on marina’s loom wasn’t even half as pretty, but it was good enough to satisfy the merchant who ordered it, at least, she hoped so.
Hands are a funny thing. It’s hard to distinguish a person’s identity just by looking at their hands, but you can tell several other things about them. Marina’s hands were calloused and nimble, marked with dozens of tiny scars you could only see in the light. Her mother’s were constantly stained, calloused in the same places as marina, where they would naturally be after working a loom for a lifetime.
Her mother was in the corner of the room, dying thread in a washtub to the light of a flickering oil lamp. If the merchant doesn’t pay soon, we’ll run out of oil, Marina thought. She often wished for a different life, one where the larder was always full and they didn’t have to worry about saving oil, but it was hard to imagine. This was the only life she’d ever known, the three rooms of their cottage and rickety bedframes and constant sound of the loom.
But something else caught marina’s ear, a sound that couldn’t have come from the loom: a knock on the door. The mail, she thought. Her mother’s eyes, blue as the dye that was staining her apron, flickered away from her work as they so rarely did, finding the door.
“I’ll get it” Marina answered her silent request, glad to get off the wobbly stool she’d been sitting on for the past two-and-a-half-hours. She pushed through the fabric hanging to dry in the doorway and past the empty umbrella stand, finding the cold handle of the front door in the near-darkness.
On the other side of the door, a young man in a pressed gray uniform was tapping his freshly-polished shoes on the doorstep. He certainly wasn’t their regular postman.
“I’m looking for a Ms. Marina Clemont” he read the back of the letter he had clutched in his gloved hand.
“That’s me.” marina answered. Mail rarely came for her, much less mail delivered by a posh fellow who surely had something better to do because he was checking his pocketwatch.
“Letter for you” he said curtly, turning to leave as soon as the letter left his hand. She closed the door behind him, examining the letter. The envelope was crisp and white, with an intricate blue wax seal holding it closed and marina’s address written on the back in careful calligraphy. The mailing adress, the seal, and the stamp all mentioned one place in particular: Blackwood Academy. Marina had heard its name before, spoken in proud tones and hushed whispers by people with far higher status than her. But why, marina mused, slipping her thumb under the seal, send a letter to me?
Miss Marina Clemont
We are delighted to inform you of your acceptence into Blackwood academy. You will be expected to arrive on the first day of auttumn. Attatched is a list of the required materials and the dress code.
Best of luck, Headmistress Tabitha Blackwood.
Marina shut the envelope, then opened it again. Surely this must be a trick. The Blackwood academy was practically a myth in the valley where she lived. Supposedly it was where nobles and their ilk sent their children to learn leadership, magic, and gods knows whatever it is rich people do. She’d never even dreamed of going, much less had she applied. Her life was laid out before her on a path paved with shuttles and warps, and it certainly didn’t lead her anywhere near a formal education. But the thought of it… grand libraries filled with books from floor to celing, gardens full of the finest roses, elaborate tapestries on every wall… It drew her in, however silly it was.
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