Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Which one of you was gonna tell me tea tastes differently if you put it in hot water?
What!
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Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
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)
Hello! Call meTana. My pronouns are She/Her. I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace I will mother you if you are being stupid. ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
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)
Which one of you was gonna tell me tea tastes differently if you put it in hot water?
You were putting it in cold water?
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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.
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)
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.
The most odd thing occurred on my evening walk last night. Even writing it the morning after, my memory is foggy, I was in such a daze.
I was on a brisk walk through the Graveyard of Cane On the Water, the town I’ve been resigned to living in for the past few months. This Graveyard, as most others are in Autumn Country, has a rather concerning number of unmarked graves. weathered beyond years, purposefully broken and vandalized, or simply even never marked to begin with. What was much stranger was that, on this particular night, many of these graves have been adorned with flowers. Bluebells, mostly, but I had counted roses, daffodils, and even Lilies- none of these flowers I had seen for a long while, since I came to Autumn Country. Few flowers grow here at all, to be honest.
I examine one of the graves, a simple plot of land with a small gravestone with no name, but a rose laid upon it. Stranger, I could have sworn this specific gravestone- one I have passed before- did have a name on it. However, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what it was… but someone was mourning them, that’s for sure.
My curiosity was not satiated, but It was getting quite late and I had heard stories of Haunts, whom I did not want to encounter. On my way back to the Inn I’ve been staying at, I thought I had seen the silhouette of someone else in the cemetery- a thin young man dressed in black and red. Little motes of scarlet light flitted about him, illuminating his form, but as quickly as I noticed him, he disappeared.
I suppose he was keeping the forgotten ghosts company.
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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.”
The most odd thing occurred on my evening walk last night. Even writing it the morning after, my memory is foggy, I was in such a daze.
I was on a brisk walk through the Graveyard of Cane On the Water, the town I’ve been resigned to living in for the past few months. This Graveyard, as most others are in Autumn Country, has a rather concerning number of unmarked graves. weathered beyond years, purposefully broken and vandalized, or simply even never marked to begin with. What was much stranger was that, on this particular night, many of these graves have been adorned with flowers. Bluebells, mostly, but I had counted roses, daffodils, and even Lilies- none of these flowers I had seen for a long while, since I came to Autumn Country. Few flowers grow here at all, to be honest.
I examine one of the graves, a simple plot of land with a small gravestone with no name, but a rose laid upon it. Stranger, I could have sworn this specific gravestone- one I have passed before- did have a name on it. However, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what it was… but someone was mourning them, that’s for sure.
My curiosity was not satiated, but It was getting quite late and I had heard stories of Haunts, whom I did not want to encounter. On my way back to the Inn I’ve been staying at, I thought I had seen the silhouette of someone else in the cemetery- a thin young man dressed in black and red. Little motes of scarlet light flitted about him, illuminating his form, but as quickly as I noticed him, he disappeared.
I suppose he was keeping the forgotten ghosts company.
*Arch! It's been awhile, how have you been?*
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Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
The most odd thing occurred on my evening walk last night. Even writing it the morning after, my memory is foggy, I was in such a daze.
I was on a brisk walk through the Graveyard of Cane On the Water, the town I’ve been resigned to living in for the past few months. This Graveyard, as most others are in Autumn Country, has a rather concerning number of unmarked graves. weathered beyond years, purposefully broken and vandalized, or simply even never marked to begin with. What was much stranger was that, on this particular night, many of these graves have been adorned with flowers. Bluebells, mostly, but I had counted roses, daffodils, and even Lilies- none of these flowers I had seen for a long while, since I came to Autumn Country. Few flowers grow here at all, to be honest.
I examine one of the graves, a simple plot of land with a small gravestone with no name, but a rose laid upon it. Stranger, I could have sworn this specific gravestone- one I have passed before- did have a name on it. However, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what it was… but someone was mourning them, that’s for sure.
My curiosity was not satiated, but It was getting quite late and I had heard stories of Haunts, whom I did not want to encounter. On my way back to the Inn I’ve been staying at, I thought I had seen the silhouette of someone else in the cemetery- a thin young man dressed in black and red. Little motes of scarlet light flitted about him, illuminating his form, but as quickly as I noticed him, he disappeared.
I suppose he was keeping the forgotten ghosts company.
*Arch! It's been awhile, how have you been?*
I’m quite well, how art thou?
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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.”
The most odd thing occurred on my evening walk last night. Even writing it the morning after, my memory is foggy, I was in such a daze.
I was on a brisk walk through the Graveyard of Cane On the Water, the town I’ve been resigned to living in for the past few months. This Graveyard, as most others are in Autumn Country, has a rather concerning number of unmarked graves. weathered beyond years, purposefully broken and vandalized, or simply even never marked to begin with. What was much stranger was that, on this particular night, many of these graves have been adorned with flowers. Bluebells, mostly, but I had counted roses, daffodils, and even Lilies- none of these flowers I had seen for a long while, since I came to Autumn Country. Few flowers grow here at all, to be honest.
I examine one of the graves, a simple plot of land with a small gravestone with no name, but a rose laid upon it. Stranger, I could have sworn this specific gravestone- one I have passed before- did have a name on it. However, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what it was… but someone was mourning them, that’s for sure.
My curiosity was not satiated, but It was getting quite late and I had heard stories of Haunts, whom I did not want to encounter. On my way back to the Inn I’ve been staying at, I thought I had seen the silhouette of someone else in the cemetery- a thin young man dressed in black and red. Little motes of scarlet light flitted about him, illuminating his form, but as quickly as I noticed him, he disappeared.
I suppose he was keeping the forgotten ghosts company.
*Arch! It's been awhile, how have you been?*
I’m quite well, how art thou?
I'm good, glad to finally be back. First time getting to experience public schools this year, it's been an interesting experience.
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Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
The most odd thing occurred on my evening walk last night. Even writing it the morning after, my memory is foggy, I was in such a daze.
I was on a brisk walk through the Graveyard of Cane On the Water, the town I’ve been resigned to living in for the past few months. This Graveyard, as most others are in Autumn Country, has a rather concerning number of unmarked graves. weathered beyond years, purposefully broken and vandalized, or simply even never marked to begin with. What was much stranger was that, on this particular night, many of these graves have been adorned with flowers. Bluebells, mostly, but I had counted roses, daffodils, and even Lilies- none of these flowers I had seen for a long while, since I came to Autumn Country. Few flowers grow here at all, to be honest.
I examine one of the graves, a simple plot of land with a small gravestone with no name, but a rose laid upon it. Stranger, I could have sworn this specific gravestone- one I have passed before- did have a name on it. However, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what it was… but someone was mourning them, that’s for sure.
My curiosity was not satiated, but It was getting quite late and I had heard stories of Haunts, whom I did not want to encounter. On my way back to the Inn I’ve been staying at, I thought I had seen the silhouette of someone else in the cemetery- a thin young man dressed in black and red. Little motes of scarlet light flitted about him, illuminating his form, but as quickly as I noticed him, he disappeared.
I suppose he was keeping the forgotten ghosts company.
*Arch! It's been awhile, how have you been?*
I’m quite well, how art thou?
I'm good, glad to finally be back. First time getting to experience public schools this year, it's been an interesting experience.
Ooh! Were you homeschooled before then? Or went to a private school?
CHB or bar of the beasts
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
CHB oki, you start
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
Which one of you was gonna tell me tea tastes differently if you put it in hot water?
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
What!
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
I haven't had cold water with my tea yet
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
suntea the best
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cuh3unwYMzw
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)
Doodles i thought you left me!
Hello! Call me Tana.
My pronouns are She/Her.
I am a teenager. I have Autism and ADHD. And, you would probably call me trans femme, Pansexual pancake, and ace
I will mother you if you are being stupid.
ALL HAIL MERLIN! [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, Aspen, and Foalin.
never
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/U3GAahv8m84
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)
Fry be immortal and unpredictable
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
You were putting it in cold water?
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
probably takes forever
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)
Honestly surprised you don’t know this one
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
Honestly… same.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
wait... cold tea?!
Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
Finally back after a long break. Praise Jeff!
Dear diary,
The most odd thing occurred on my evening walk last night. Even writing it the morning after, my memory is foggy, I was in such a daze.
I was on a brisk walk through the Graveyard of Cane On the Water, the town I’ve been resigned to living in for the past few months. This Graveyard, as most others are in Autumn Country, has a rather concerning number of unmarked graves. weathered beyond years, purposefully broken and vandalized, or simply even never marked to begin with. What was much stranger was that, on this particular night, many of these graves have been adorned with flowers. Bluebells, mostly, but I had counted roses, daffodils, and even Lilies- none of these flowers I had seen for a long while, since I came to Autumn Country. Few flowers grow here at all, to be honest.
I examine one of the graves, a simple plot of land with a small gravestone with no name, but a rose laid upon it. Stranger, I could have sworn this specific gravestone- one I have passed before- did have a name on it. However, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what it was… but someone was mourning them, that’s for sure.
My curiosity was not satiated, but It was getting quite late and I had heard stories of Haunts, whom I did not want to encounter. On my way back to the Inn I’ve been staying at, I thought I had seen the silhouette of someone else in the cemetery- a thin young man dressed in black and red. Little motes of scarlet light flitted about him, illuminating his form, but as quickly as I noticed him, he disappeared.
I suppose he was keeping the forgotten ghosts company.
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.”
*Arch! It's been awhile, how have you been?*
Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
Finally back after a long break. Praise Jeff!
I’m quite well, how art thou?
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.”
I'm good, glad to finally be back. First time getting to experience public schools this year, it's been an interesting experience.
Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
Finally back after a long break. Praise Jeff!
Ooh! Were you homeschooled before then? Or went to a private school?
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.”
It's a reference to a Tumblr[?] post chain meme where people argue on ways to boil water for tea.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!