Which one of you was gonna tell me tea tastes differently if you put it in hot water?
What!
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Hello! You may call me Gato (which means cat in Spanish)
I am a STAY
Common side effects include nervousness, insomnia, nausea, agitation, anxiety, sweating, vision problems, psychosis, numbness, dizziness, headaches, and weight loss
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Hello! You may call me Gato (which means cat in Spanish)
I am a STAY
Common side effects include nervousness, insomnia, nausea, agitation, anxiety, sweating, vision problems, psychosis, numbness, dizziness, headaches, and weight loss
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
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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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
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! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“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! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“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?
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! You may call me Gato (which means cat in Spanish)
I am a STAY
Common side effects include nervousness, insomnia, nausea, agitation, anxiety, sweating, vision problems, psychosis, numbness, dizziness, headaches, and weight loss
I haven't had cold water with my tea yet
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
suntea the best
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cuh3unwYMzw
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Doodles i thought you left me!
Hello! You may call me Gato (which means cat in Spanish)
I am a STAY
Common side effects include nervousness, insomnia, nausea, agitation, anxiety, sweating, vision problems, psychosis, numbness, dizziness, headaches, and weight loss
never
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/U3GAahv8m84
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Fry be immortal and unpredictable
Artise
Totally not part Asian
Has cars (cats)
You were putting it in cold water?
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
probably takes forever
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, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Honestly surprised you don’t know this one
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
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! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“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! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“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! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“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!
Also what happened to your pfp?
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*New account, long story but it has do with why I've been gone for so long.*
Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
Finally back after a long break. Praise Jeff!