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)
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 wrote a a monologue for one of my favorite characters, Barbeau.
“Brain teasers. Puzzles. Games. They run on the concept of a win state… and a lose state. Binary. We live in a world that’s binary, don’t we? A world where everything can be boiled down to true or false. Correct? Incorrect. Life is messy and difficult, and I’ve done everything in my power to avoid it. I’ve… this is kind of embarrassing, I’ve staked my life on egg timers. Springs and gears. Because I understood them. Because that little ‘ding’ told me… that I was in complete control of time itself. But I’m not. I’m not in control of anything. I don’t think I ever was. This restaurant, this… damn culture. I dedicated my life to it. To you. People. Yes, people. I hated people for the longest time. Feared them, really. But they were my diners, and I couldn’t make a machine to replace them, (despite numerous attempts,) so here we are. I’m afraid again. And now that you know that, you’ll eat me. Like sharks. I tried to be sincere with you all, and now, I expect the betrayal that comes with it. Because that is what has happened every time I open these doors, which, as you might remember if you looked at your ticket, is every three years. Enough time for one to stew in regret, to become refreshed enough that old pain does not dull the new. I had never been good enough to satisfy you… cultured individuals. Brain teasers. Puzzles. Games. A multi-media experience. A tour through an entire ecosystem, and you can eat the whole thing down to its very bones. I cook it, I plate it, I present it with a massive illusory ceiling and stories of my life and how they relate to the freshly harvested ingredients on every plate before you, I give you drinks from across the planes… and you don’t care. And I’m still afraid. And we do this again in a painful tango for decades, where I pour my heart out and you find it… lacking. So, after all these years, after all this suffering, and all these egg timers… I’m going to try being a person instead of a chef. Thank you for coming to the Whalefall. I hope you enjoy your meal and all my precious memories. I personally did not. I love you all, and wish you only the best.”
I have been okay for the most part. how about you?
Yesterday was indeed a day, doing slightly better today
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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 wrote a a monologue for one of my favorite characters, Barbeau.
“Brain teasers. Puzzles. Games. They run on the concept of a win state… and a lose state. Binary. We live in a world that’s binary, don’t we? A world where everything can be boiled down to true or false. Correct? Incorrect. Life is messy and difficult, and I’ve done everything in my power to avoid it. I’ve… this is kind of embarrassing, I’ve staked my life on egg timers. Springs and gears. Because I understood them. Because that little ‘ding’ told me… that I was in complete control of time itself. But I’m not. I’m not in control of anything. I don’t think I ever was. This restaurant, this… damn culture. I dedicated my life to it. To you. People. Yes, people. I hated people for the longest time. Feared them, really. But they were my diners, and I couldn’t make a machine to replace them, (despite numerous attempts,) so here we are. I’m afraid again. And now that you know that, you’ll eat me. Like sharks. I tried to be sincere with you all, and now, I expect the betrayal that comes with it. Because that is what has happened every time I open these doors, which, as you might remember if you looked at your ticket, is every three years. Enough time for one to stew in regret, to become refreshed enough that old pain does not dull the new. I had never been good enough to satisfy you… cultured individuals. Brain teasers. Puzzles. Games. A multi-media experience. A tour through an entire ecosystem, and you can eat the whole thing down to its very bones. I cook it, I plate it, I present it with a massive illusory ceiling and stories of my life and how they relate to the freshly harvested ingredients on every plate before you, I give you drinks from across the planes… and you don’t care. And I’m still afraid. And we do this again in a painful tango for decades, where I pour my heart out and you find it… lacking. So, after all these years, after all this suffering, and all these egg timers… I’m going to try being a person instead of a chef. Thank you for coming to the Whalefall. I hope you enjoy your meal and all my precious memories. I personally did not. I love you all, and wish you only the best.”
Damn baal, that’s gorgeous
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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 wrote a a monologue for one of my favorite characters, Barbeau.
“Brain teasers. Puzzles. Games. They run on the concept of a win state… and a lose state. Binary. We live in a world that’s binary, don’t we? A world where everything can be boiled down to true or false. Correct? Incorrect. Life is messy and difficult, and I’ve done everything in my power to avoid it. I’ve… this is kind of embarrassing, I’ve staked my life on egg timers. Springs and gears. Because I understood them. Because that little ‘ding’ told me… that I was in complete control of time itself. But I’m not. I’m not in control of anything. I don’t think I ever was. This restaurant, this… damn culture. I dedicated my life to it. To you. People. Yes, people. I hated people for the longest time. Feared them, really. But they were my diners, and I couldn’t make a machine to replace them, (despite numerous attempts,) so here we are. I’m afraid again. And now that you know that, you’ll eat me. Like sharks. I tried to be sincere with you all, and now, I expect the betrayal that comes with it. Because that is what has happened every time I open these doors, which, as you might remember if you looked at your ticket, is every three years. Enough time for one to stew in regret, to become refreshed enough that old pain does not dull the new. I had never been good enough to satisfy you… cultured individuals. Brain teasers. Puzzles. Games. A multi-media experience. A tour through an entire ecosystem, and you can eat the whole thing down to its very bones. I cook it, I plate it, I present it with a massive illusory ceiling and stories of my life and how they relate to the freshly harvested ingredients on every plate before you, I give you drinks from across the planes… and you don’t care. And I’m still afraid. And we do this again in a painful tango for decades, where I pour my heart out and you find it… lacking. So, after all these years, after all this suffering, and all these egg timers… I’m going to try being a person instead of a chef. Thank you for coming to the Whalefall. I hope you enjoy your meal and all my precious memories. I personally did not. I love you all, and wish you only the best.”
Damn baal, that’s gorgeous
Thank you! Anything in particular that you liked about it? If it's hard to pinpoint it, you don't have to stress yourself.
Thank you for joining me for tea today. How are you enjoying the place where nothing bad happens?
Oh, it’s lovely. Nothing bad ever happens.
Exactly. It’s perfect.
Right. But I must ask, what is that door over there?
Ah, that door. That’s the place where everything bad happens.
Doesn’t the screaming and banging make you uneasy?
Don’t worry. You get used to it after a while.
Should we get used to it?
We don’t like talking too much about the door here, it brings the mood down.
Shouldn’t we open the door and try to help them?
Why would you do that?
Because everything bad is happening there. If we open the door, we can let them in, or we can go over there and share some of our nothing bad.
If we were to open the door, we would let in their everything bad, and we can’t have that.
It feels wrong to have nothing bad when others have everything bad.
And that’s exactly why you shouldn’t think about the door too much. If you don’t think about the door, it’s as if nothing bad is happening at all, because that’s what’s happening. Nothing bad. This is the place we’re nothing bad happens.
If you were in the place where everything bad happens, wouldn’t you want someone to open the door for you?
But I’m not in the place where everything bad happens. Out of sight and out of mind is what I say. Now, I must insist you stop speaking about the door any further. You’re spoiling everyone’s afternoon tea, as you can see.
Fine, I’m done.
Well then.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Thank you for joining me for tea today. How are you enjoying the place where nothing bad happens?
Oh, it’s lovely. Nothing bad ever happens.
Exactly. It’s perfect.
Right. But I must ask, what is that door over there?
Ah, that door. That’s the place where everything bad happens.
Doesn’t the screaming and banging make you uneasy?
Don’t worry. You get used to it after a while.
Should we get used to it?
We don’t like talking too much about the door here, it brings the mood down.
Shouldn’t we open the door and try to help them?
Why would you do that?
Because everything bad is happening there. If we open the door, we can let them in, or we can go over there and share some of our nothing bad.
If we were to open the door, we would let in their everything bad, and we can’t have that.
It feels wrong to have nothing bad when others have everything bad.
And that’s exactly why you shouldn’t think about the door too much. If you don’t think about the door, it’s as if nothing bad is happening at all, because that’s what’s happening. Nothing bad. This is the place we’re nothing bad happens.
If you were in the place where everything bad happens, wouldn’t you want someone to open the door for you?
But I’m not in the place where everything bad happens. Out of sight and out of mind is what I say. Now, I must insist you stop speaking about the door any further. You’re spoiling everyone’s afternoon tea, as you can see.
I wrote a a monologue for one of my favorite characters, Barbeau.
“Brain teasers. Puzzles. Games. They run on the concept of a win state… and a lose state. Binary. We live in a world that’s binary, don’t we? A world where everything can be boiled down to true or false. Correct? Incorrect. Life is messy and difficult, and I’ve done everything in my power to avoid it. I’ve… this is kind of embarrassing, I’ve staked my life on egg timers. Springs and gears. Because I understood them. Because that little ‘ding’ told me… that I was in complete control of time itself. But I’m not. I’m not in control of anything. I don’t think I ever was. This restaurant, this… damn culture. I dedicated my life to it. To you. People. Yes, people. I hated people for the longest time. Feared them, really. But they were my diners, and I couldn’t make a machine to replace them, (despite numerous attempts,) so here we are. I’m afraid again. And now that you know that, you’ll eat me. Like sharks. I tried to be sincere with you all, and now, I expect the betrayal that comes with it. Because that is what has happened every time I open these doors, which, as you might remember if you looked at your ticket, is every three years. Enough time for one to stew in regret, to become refreshed enough that old pain does not dull the new. I had never been good enough to satisfy you… cultured individuals. Brain teasers. Puzzles. Games. A multi-media experience. A tour through an entire ecosystem, and you can eat the whole thing down to its very bones. I cook it, I plate it, I present it with a massive illusory ceiling and stories of my life and how they relate to the freshly harvested ingredients on every plate before you, I give you drinks from across the planes… and you don’t care. And I’m still afraid. And we do this again in a painful tango for decades, where I pour my heart out and you find it… lacking. So, after all these years, after all this suffering, and all these egg timers… I’m going to try being a person instead of a chef. Thank you for coming to the Whalefall. I hope you enjoy your meal and all my precious memories. I personally did not. I love you all, and wish you only the best.”
Damn baal, that’s gorgeous
Thank you! Anything in particular that you liked about it? If it's hard to pinpoint it, you don't have to stress yourself.
The repetition of some parts, the writing style, really there’s a lot of things, I could give you a full analysis if you want
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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 wrote a a monologue for one of my favorite characters, Barbeau.
“Brain teasers. Puzzles. Games. They run on the concept of a win state… and a lose state. Binary. We live in a world that’s binary, don’t we? A world where everything can be boiled down to true or false. Correct? Incorrect. Life is messy and difficult, and I’ve done everything in my power to avoid it. I’ve… this is kind of embarrassing, I’ve staked my life on egg timers. Springs and gears. Because I understood them. Because that little ‘ding’ told me… that I was in complete control of time itself. But I’m not. I’m not in control of anything. I don’t think I ever was. This restaurant, this… damn culture. I dedicated my life to it. To you. People. Yes, people. I hated people for the longest time. Feared them, really. But they were my diners, and I couldn’t make a machine to replace them, (despite numerous attempts,) so here we are. I’m afraid again. And now that you know that, you’ll eat me. Like sharks. I tried to be sincere with you all, and now, I expect the betrayal that comes with it. Because that is what has happened every time I open these doors, which, as you might remember if you looked at your ticket, is every three years. Enough time for one to stew in regret, to become refreshed enough that old pain does not dull the new. I had never been good enough to satisfy you… cultured individuals. Brain teasers. Puzzles. Games. A multi-media experience. A tour through an entire ecosystem, and you can eat the whole thing down to its very bones. I cook it, I plate it, I present it with a massive illusory ceiling and stories of my life and how they relate to the freshly harvested ingredients on every plate before you, I give you drinks from across the planes… and you don’t care. And I’m still afraid. And we do this again in a painful tango for decades, where I pour my heart out and you find it… lacking. So, after all these years, after all this suffering, and all these egg timers… I’m going to try being a person instead of a chef. Thank you for coming to the Whalefall. I hope you enjoy your meal and all my precious memories. I personally did not. I love you all, and wish you only the best.”
Damn baal, that’s gorgeous
Thank you! Anything in particular that you liked about it? If it's hard to pinpoint it, you don't have to stress yourself.
The repetition of some parts, the writing style, really there’s a lot of things, I could give you a full analysis if you want
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.
Ik but in the plot his pet rabbit was killed by the demons and that is where most of his hatred came from. What if Doom Guy was dead in the plot and his rabbit was down in hell?
Ik but in the plot his pet rabbit was killed by the demons and that is where most of his hatred came from. What if Doom Guy was dead in the plot and his rabbit was down in hell?
Everyone dies
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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.
Natural hair colors are boring. I should dye my hair.
also, another unrelated thought, people having crushes on you is the most unpleasant experience. Or, almost worse, people saying someone has a crush on you when they don’t.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Natural hair colors are boring. I should dye my hair.
also, another unrelated thought, people having crushes on you is the most unpleasant experience. Or, almost worse, people saying someone has a crush on you when they don’t.
True. What color do you have in mind?
Also true. Rumors are not fun.
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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.
Natural hair colors are boring. I should dye my hair.
also, another unrelated thought, people having crushes on you is the most unpleasant experience. Or, almost worse, people saying someone has a crush on you when they don’t.
If I were to magically transform into a boy irl (I’m trans) I would totally dye my hair
Nah being rejected is even more terrible
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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
Natural hair colors are boring. I should dye my hair.
also, another unrelated thought, people having crushes on you is the most unpleasant experience. Or, almost worse, people saying someone has a crush on you when they don’t.
True. What color do you have in mind?
Also true. Rumors are not fun.
Pink. realistically probably not, but it is my second favorite color.
Not fun at all. That specific type of rumor is something people try and spread about me and my friends constantly.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
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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
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Top 10 things that make it hard to be a guy
#1: t*tties.
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
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 wrote a a monologue for one of my favorite characters, Barbeau.
“Brain teasers. Puzzles. Games. They run on the concept of a win state… and a lose state. Binary. We live in a world that’s binary, don’t we? A world where everything can be boiled down to true or false. Correct? Incorrect. Life is messy and difficult, and I’ve done everything in my power to avoid it. I’ve… this is kind of embarrassing, I’ve staked my life on egg timers. Springs and gears. Because I understood them. Because that little ‘ding’ told me… that I was in complete control of time itself. But I’m not. I’m not in control of anything. I don’t think I ever was. This restaurant, this… damn culture. I dedicated my life to it. To you. People. Yes, people. I hated people for the longest time. Feared them, really. But they were my diners, and I couldn’t make a machine to replace them, (despite numerous attempts,) so here we are.
I’m afraid again. And now that you know that, you’ll eat me. Like sharks. I tried to be sincere with you all, and now, I expect the betrayal that comes with it. Because that is what has happened every time I open these doors, which, as you might remember if you looked at your ticket, is every three years. Enough time for one to stew in regret, to become refreshed enough that old pain does not dull the new. I had never been good enough to satisfy you… cultured individuals.
Brain teasers. Puzzles. Games. A multi-media experience. A tour through an entire ecosystem, and you can eat the whole thing down to its very bones. I cook it, I plate it, I present it with a massive illusory ceiling and stories of my life and how they relate to the freshly harvested ingredients on every plate before you, I give you drinks from across the planes… and you don’t care. And I’m still afraid. And we do this again in a painful tango for decades, where I pour my heart out and you find it… lacking. So, after all these years, after all this suffering, and all these egg timers… I’m going to try being a person instead of a chef.
Thank you for coming to the Whalefall. I hope you enjoy your meal and all my precious memories. I personally did not. I love you all, and wish you only the best.”
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Nice!
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Yesterday was indeed a day, doing slightly better today
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…)
Damn baal, that’s gorgeous
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…)
Thank you! Anything in particular that you liked about it? If it's hard to pinpoint it, you don't have to stress yourself.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thank you for joining me for tea today. How are you enjoying the place where nothing bad happens?
Oh, it’s lovely. Nothing bad ever happens.
Exactly. It’s perfect.
Right. But I must ask, what is that door over there?
Ah, that door. That’s the place where everything bad happens.
Doesn’t the screaming and banging make you uneasy?
Don’t worry. You get used to it after a while.
Should we get used to it?
We don’t like talking too much about the door here, it brings the mood down.
Shouldn’t we open the door and try to help them?
Why would you do that?
Because everything bad is happening there. If we open the door, we can let them in, or we can go over there and share some of our nothing bad.
If we were to open the door, we would let in their everything bad, and we can’t have that.
It feels wrong to have nothing bad when others have everything bad.
And that’s exactly why you shouldn’t think about the door too much. If you don’t think about the door, it’s as if nothing bad is happening at all, because that’s what’s happening. Nothing bad. This is the place we’re nothing bad happens.
If you were in the place where everything bad happens, wouldn’t you want someone to open the door for you?
But I’m not in the place where everything bad happens. Out of sight and out of mind is what I say. Now, I must insist you stop speaking about the door any further. You’re spoiling everyone’s afternoon tea, as you can see.
Fine, I’m done.
Well then.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Isn't that a short on youtube?
The repetition of some parts, the writing style, really there’s a lot of things, I could give you a full analysis if you want
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…)
That would be much appreciated
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
What if Doom Guy died instead of Daisy?
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Doom guy doesn’t die. Not for long at least
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
Ik but in the plot his pet rabbit was killed by the demons and that is where most of his hatred came from. What if Doom Guy was dead in the plot and his rabbit was down in hell?
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Everyone dies
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
Natural hair colors are boring. I should dye my hair.
also, another unrelated thought, people having crushes on you is the most unpleasant experience. Or, almost worse, people saying someone has a crush on you when they don’t.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
True. What color do you have in mind?
Also true. Rumors are not fun.
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
If I were to magically transform into a boy irl (I’m trans) I would totally dye my hair
Nah being rejected is even more terrible
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!
Pink. realistically probably not, but it is my second favorite color.
Not fun at all. That specific type of rumor is something people try and spread about me and my friends constantly.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”