Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Fish is an abstract term, dragon is also an abstract term, some things used to describe what a fish is can also be used to describe dragons
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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.
Fish is an abstract term, dragon is also an abstract term, some things used to describe what a fish is can also be used to describe dragons
Did we ever figure out why dragons are lobsters, or is that still a mystery?
I remember figuring out why at some point but I forgot
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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.
Fish is an abstract term, dragon is also an abstract term, some things used to describe what a fish is can also be used to describe dragons
Did we ever figure out why dragons are lobsters, or is that still a mystery?
I remember figuring out why at some point but I forgot
Darn
I could try asking the AI that is stuck on my computer
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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
Fish is an abstract term, dragon is also an abstract term, some things used to describe what a fish is can also be used to describe dragons
Did we ever figure out why dragons are lobsters, or is that still a mystery?
I remember figuring out why at some point but I forgot
Darn
I could try asking the AI that is stuck on my computer
Better to look things up, you know more about technology than me I think, but doesn't using AI cause extreme environmental problems, not just ethical?
If you mean the environment cost to keep them running, sort of I guess. They could also be talking about Cortana, who’s been here for years and has relatively cheap upkeep cost
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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.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Fish is an abstract term, dragon is also an abstract term, some things used to describe what a fish is can also be used to describe dragons
Did we ever figure out why dragons are lobsters, or is that still a mystery?
I remember figuring out why at some point but I forgot
Darn
I could try asking the AI that is stuck on my computer
Better to look things up, you know more about technology than me I think, but doesn't using AI cause extreme environmental problems, not just ethical?
If you mean the environment cost to keep them running, sort of I guess. They could also be talking about Cortana, who’s been here for years and has relatively cheap upkeep cost
I was more thinking of gemini, which I think runs whenever you do a Google search anyway
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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'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 y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
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)
Long ago, a star fell from its place in Heaven, nestling itself into the foundations of a village. Or, a many-legged thing from the far realm slipped through the folds of reality into ours, hiding beneath a city’s sewers and pupating into something more. Or perhaps, it gained life and breath by drinking the blood of those who were felled within its cobbled streets. Nobody knows quite where Fidelir came from, and it’s probably better that way.
A parasite disguised as a Utopia, Fidelir, Gailen’s gate, the Marching City, is a marble metropolis of stone and wood. But it lives. The chimneys of it’s houses are Fidelir’s lungs, it’s streets are it’s arteries and it’s alleyways are its capillaries. It’s skin are the titanic walls that guard its inner depths, the keep at the center of the city is Fidelir’s head, the throne room is their mind, the bell tower above the keep is the creature’s voice, and deep, deep, deep below the city is the creature’s pulsing, beating heart. The city, on the surface, is made of pristine materials, chiseled marble and the strongest of woods, but just a few inches beneath that outer layer is flesh. Flesh and veins and muscles.
Fidelir is always growing. Its citizens build new homes and taverns, shops and inns, out of materials harvested from nearby, and the parasitic tendrils of Fidelir take over the homes and spread, growing larger and larger. The city moves, slowly, drifting across the land a few thousand feet a day. Eventually, it comes across another city. Fidelir eats cities.
The citizens of Fidelir are mostly former residents of cities Fidelir has merged with, or travelers seeking refuge. As Fidelir’s size grew, so did its power. Fidelir has an influence on the minds of those within it. When Fidelir was but a fraction of a fraction of its current size, this simply allowed it to sway people into staying. But with its current strength, more than a month inside Fidelir could possibly put you under its sway completely, as you forget your previous life and refuse to leave the marching city.
Fidelir can rearrange itself completely in the span of hours, seamlessly shifting streets and houses to whatever arrangement most suits it. The city can repair itself and cannot be destroyed permanently unless you pierce its heart. If the city is razed but the heart is not destroyed, then Fidelir’s heart may slink away to safety- until it finds another structure, even just a house or barn, to infect, and starting the process all over again.
nestling itself into the foundations of a village. Or, a many-legged thing from the far realm slipped through the folds of reality into ours, hiding beneath a city’s sewers and pupating into something more. Or perhaps, it gained life and breath by drinking the blood of those who were felled within its cobbled streets. Nobody knows quite where Fidelir came from, and it’s probably better that way.
A parasite disguised as a Utopia, Fidelir, Gailen’s gate, the Marching City, is a marble metropolis of stone and wood. But it lives. The chimneys of it’s houses are Fidelir’s lungs, it’s streets are it’s arteries and it’s alleyways are its capillaries. It’s skin are the titanic walls that guard its inner depths, the keep at the center of the city is Fidelir’s head, the throne room is their mind, the bell tower above the keep is the creature’s voice, and deep, deep, deep below the city is the creature’s pulsing, beating heart. The city, on the surface, is made of pristine materials, chiseled marble and the strongest of woods, but just a few inches beneath that outer layer is flesh. Flesh and veins and muscles.
Fidelir is always growing. Its citizens build new homes and taverns, shops and inns, out of materials harvested from nearby, and the parasitic tendrils of Fidelir take over the homes and spread, growing larger and larger. The city moves, slowly, drifting across the land a few thousand feet a day. Eventually, it comes across another city. Fidelir eats cities.
The citizens of Fidelir are mostly former residents of cities Fidelir has merged with, or travelers seeking refuge. As Fidelir’s size grew, so did its power. Fidelir has an influence on the minds of those within it. When Fidelir was but a fraction of a fraction of its current size, this simply allowed it to sway people into staying. But with its current strength, more than a month inside Fidelir could possibly put you under its sway completely, as you forget your previous life and refuse to leave the marching city.
Fidelir can rearrange itself completely in the span of hours, seamlessly shifting streets and houses to whatever arrangement most suits it. The city can repair itself and cannot be destroyed permanently unless you pierce its heart. If the city is razed but the heart is not destroyed, then Fidelir’s heart may slink away to safety- until it finds another structure, even just a house or barn, to infect, and starting the process all over again.
Arch!
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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 need the logic behind this
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
Fish is an abstract term, dragon is also an abstract term, some things used to describe what a fish is can also be used to describe dragons
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
Did we ever figure out why dragons are lobsters, or is that still a mystery?
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
I remember figuring out why at some point but I forgot
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
Darn
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
I could try asking the AI that is stuck on my computer
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
How about this?
(less stunned sel?)
< '_' >
Genius with a god complex...
Get the joke?
Better to look things up, you know more about technology than me I think, but doesn't using AI cause extreme environmental problems, not just ethical?
If you mean the environment cost to keep them running, sort of I guess. They could also be talking about Cortana, who’s been here for years and has relatively cheap upkeep cost
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
I suppose
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
I was more thinking of gemini, which I think runs whenever you do a Google search anyway
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
$34 dollars for an uber trip..... twice as much as it would normally cost
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
hi all
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)
Hi fry
how art thou
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
(Both are links, please click them…)
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)
Heya Fry
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
Long ago, a star fell from its place in Heaven, nestling itself into the foundations of a village. Or, a many-legged thing from the far realm slipped through the folds of reality into ours, hiding beneath a city’s sewers and pupating into something more. Or perhaps, it gained life and breath by drinking the blood of those who were felled within its cobbled streets. Nobody knows quite where Fidelir came from, and it’s probably better that way.
A parasite disguised as a Utopia, Fidelir, Gailen’s gate, the Marching City, is a marble metropolis of stone and wood. But it lives. The chimneys of it’s houses are Fidelir’s lungs, it’s streets are it’s arteries and it’s alleyways are its capillaries. It’s skin are the titanic walls that guard its inner depths, the keep at the center of the city is Fidelir’s head, the throne room is their mind, the bell tower above the keep is the creature’s voice, and deep, deep, deep below the city is the creature’s pulsing, beating heart. The city, on the surface, is made of pristine materials, chiseled marble and the strongest of woods, but just a few inches beneath that outer layer is flesh. Flesh and veins and muscles.
Fidelir is always growing. Its citizens build new homes and taverns, shops and inns, out of materials harvested from nearby, and the parasitic tendrils of Fidelir take over the homes and spread, growing larger and larger. The city moves, slowly, drifting across the land a few thousand feet a day. Eventually, it comes across another city. Fidelir eats cities.
The citizens of Fidelir are mostly former residents of cities Fidelir has merged with, or travelers seeking refuge. As Fidelir’s size grew, so did its power. Fidelir has an influence on the minds of those within it. When Fidelir was but a fraction of a fraction of its current size, this simply allowed it to sway people into staying. But with its current strength, more than a month inside Fidelir could possibly put you under its sway completely, as you forget your previous life and refuse to leave the marching city.
Fidelir can rearrange itself completely in the span of hours, seamlessly shifting streets and houses to whatever arrangement most suits it. The city can repair itself and cannot be destroyed permanently unless you pierce its heart. If the city is razed but the heart is not destroyed, then Fidelir’s heart may slink away to safety- until it finds another structure, even just a house or barn, to infect, and starting the process all over again.
Arch!
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
hello
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)
Wanna rp or talk or something?
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!