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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
and it was one kid’s response to that happening to yell at me, in my ear! ✨✨
I’m so sorry that happened, you know I wish I could do anything about, but I can’t, just know I’m here if you ever need a shoulder or just someone to talk to.
Thank you for your support :>
basically, in my drama class, we were doing this acting thing, and it wasn’t entirely clear whether we were eventually going to do it in front of the class or not, and two of my three partners weren’t listening and didn’t know what we were doing, not one little bit! Turns out we were performing, and it wasn’t entirely clear if we were supposed to have rehearsed something (which I’m still not sure about) or if it was supposed to be entirely improv. And it was so loud, I could barely focus!
so anyways, it came my groups turn and my legs refused to move. The teacher, who is a saint, recognized something was wrong, but the person next to me yelled to me that I needed to get up or I wouldn’t get any participation points for the day.
so I nearly ✨cried✨
I talked to the teacher about it, and it’s all good.
I am so deveastingly sorry that happened, some people shouldn’t treat anyone that way, especially when they are visibly going through something such as that, but I wouldn’t have reacted much better when they treated you that way, rather with violence than anything else.
That’s awful. I’m sorry that happened, Arch. You should never have to deal with that. People either don’t understand or don’t care when that happens to others. All the hugs. I’m glad you got it figured out, though.
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Yelo! I’m Selia or Sel or some variation on that. Pronouns? Just not she/her, please.
I’m an artist and a nerd. I’ll draw stuff for y’all purely because I have nothing better to do.
Would anybody perhaps proofread a short story I wrote? It’s only like one and a half to two pages double spaced
You had me at read. I can’t offer very good criticism, but I can read
Lovely, thank you.
Esta looked around, the harsh light hurting their eyes, momentarily blinding them. There appeared to be a couple Otherworlders around them, and they were in an unfamiliar setting. A human-like Otherworlder stood to my right with bubblegum pink hair and a teal jacket with matching headphones. To her right is a Callevian, probably a Quartz, by the look of it, with blue hair, sick armor, and horns. To the Callevian’s left, Esta can spot another humanoid, likely here as a Pilot, with red tinted glasses and slightly less cool armor. The last one was a shifter, a race Esta recognized from their books, with reddish hair and two pink streaks.
These Otherworlders, Esta felt they should know them, had some connection to them. And…where were they anyway? The last thing that they had a clear memory of was an argument with Marsh. Something…something about… well, Esta wasn’t really sure. A wave of guilt came crashing down on Esta. Marsh. Their best friend. Where was he? Esta started looking around but noticed the others staring at them.
”Pardon, but my name is Esta Reen and I’m slightly confused as to how I got here. Would any of you know, perchance?” Esta queried, switching between their native language, common, and multiple others. It took Esta a couple seconds to realize why the others were just staring at them.
”I…hi…I’m, I’m, I’m Esta Reen. A Marsher. I feel as if I should know y’all, but haven’t the fainted clue why. Have you any insight?” Esta stumbled, concentrating very hard on staying in Common.
After staring for a couple seconds, the one with the glasses spoke up, “I threw Arilia out of Monmouth.” Esta is taken aback, but everybody else seems to acknowledge this as truth.
”I’m Arilia, by the way,” The shifter piped up in staggered Common, “That’s Robi, Mace, and Elixir,” Arilia stated, pointing at the humanoid with glasses, Callevian, and teal haired girl, respectively. They all seemed to be watching Esta with a somewhat wary expression, leaving them to wonder what in the stars had happened.
”I’m…I’m sorry, but could you please. Please,” Esta paused, “Explain what happened? My memories are a little…fuzzy.” This was clearly stressing Esta out, although they were trying really hard not to show it. The others described what all had happened, filling Esta with guilt when they got to the part about them being a jerk. Esta apologized over and over again, until the rest of their crew forced them to stop.
Eventually, an older Luni approached them, questioning. “Why are you not heading to your dorms?”
”Apologies, Luna,” Esta stammered, using the honorary for an older Luni. “But we don’t…I haven’t…We haven’t been given information regarding our dorms yet.” The Luni gave them a brief rundown, before letting them run free to find their dorms.
The rest of Esta’s crew left, leaving Esta alone. They were wearied by all that had happened today, the knowledge of abandoning Marsh and how they had been so awful to the other Luni’s weighing heavy on their mind.
After searching fruitlessly for an hour or so, they finally found their dorm. Marnie gently reminded Esta of their presence, but Esta was too tired to do anything but gently set them in a little habitat made for Frugliens before collapsing into a deep slumber. That night, all Esta dreamed of was leaving Marsh and their crew’s wary faces when they talked to Esta.
Wow it looks a lot shorter on here lol
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Yelo! I’m Selia or Sel or some variation on that. Pronouns? Just not she/her, please.
I’m an artist and a nerd. I’ll draw stuff for y’all purely because I have nothing better to do.
and it was one kid’s response to that happening to yell at me, in my ear! ✨✨
I’m so sorry that happened, you know I wish I could do anything about, but I can’t, just know I’m here if you ever need a shoulder or just someone to talk to.
Thank you for your support :>
basically, in my drama class, we were doing this acting thing, and it wasn’t entirely clear whether we were eventually going to do it in front of the class or not, and two of my three partners weren’t listening and didn’t know what we were doing, not one little bit! Turns out we were performing, and it wasn’t entirely clear if we were supposed to have rehearsed something (which I’m still not sure about) or if it was supposed to be entirely improv. And it was so loud, I could barely focus!
so anyways, it came my groups turn and my legs refused to move. The teacher, who is a saint, recognized something was wrong, but the person next to me yelled to me that I needed to get up or I wouldn’t get any participation points for the day.
so I nearly ✨cried✨
I talked to the teacher about it, and it’s all good.
I am so deveastingly sorry that happened, some people shouldn’t treat anyone that way, especially when they are visibly going through something such as that, but I wouldn’t have reacted much better when they treated you that way, rather with violence than anything else.
That’s awful. I’m sorry that happened, Arch. You should never have to deal with that. People either don’t understand or don’t care when that happens to others. All the hugs. I’m glad you got it figured out, though.
Would anybody perhaps proofread a short story I wrote? It’s only like one and a half to two pages double spaced
You had me at read. I can’t offer very good criticism, but I can read
Lovely, thank you.
Esta looked around, the harsh light hurting their eyes, momentarily blinding them. There appeared to be a couple Otherworlders around them, and they were in an unfamiliar setting. A human-like Otherworlder stood to my right with bubblegum pink hair and a teal jacket with matching headphones. To her right is a Callevian, probably a Quartz, by the look of it, with blue hair, sick armor, and horns. To the Callevian’s left, Esta can spot another humanoid, likely here as a Pilot, with red tinted glasses and slightly less cool armor. The last one was a shifter, a race Esta recognized from their books, with reddish hair and two pink streaks.
These Otherworlders, Esta felt they should know them, had some connection to them. And…where were they anyway? The last thing that they had a clear memory of was an argument with Marsh. Something…something about… well, Esta wasn’t really sure. A wave of guilt came crashing down on Esta. Marsh. Their best friend. Where was he? Esta started looking around but noticed the others staring at them.
”Pardon, but my name is Esta Reen and I’m slightly confused as to how I got here. Would any of you know, perchance?” Esta queried, switching between their native language, common, and multiple others. It took Esta a couple seconds to realize why the others were just staring at them.
”I…hi…I’m, I’m, I’m Esta Reen. A Marsher. I feel as if I should know y’all, but haven’t the fainted clue why. Have you any insight?” Esta stumbled, concentrating very hard on staying in Common.
After staring for a couple seconds, the one with the glasses spoke up, “I threw Arilia out of Monmouth.” Esta is taken aback, but everybody else seems to acknowledge this as truth.
”I’m Arilia, by the way,” The shifter piped up in staggered Common, “That’s Robi, Mace, and Elixir,” Arilia stated, pointing at the humanoid with glasses, Callevian, and teal haired girl, respectively. They all seemed to be watching Esta with a somewhat wary expression, leaving them to wonder what in the stars had happened.
”I’m…I’m sorry, but could you please. Please,” Esta paused, “Explain what happened? My memories are a little…fuzzy.” This was clearly stressing Esta out, although they were trying really hard not to show it. The others described what all had happened, filling Esta with guilt when they got to the part about them being a jerk. Esta apologized over and over again, until the rest of their crew forced them to stop.
Eventually, an older Luni approached them, questioning. “Why are you not heading to your dorms?”
”Apologies, Luna,” Esta stammered, using the honorary for an older Luni. “But we don’t…I haven’t…We haven’t been given information regarding our dorms yet.” The Luni gave them a brief rundown, before letting them run free to find their dorms.
The rest of Esta’s crew left, leaving Esta alone. They were wearied by all that had happened today, the knowledge of abandoning Marsh and how they had been so awful to the other Luni’s weighing heavy on their mind.
After searching fruitlessly for an hour or so, they finally found their dorm. Marnie gently reminded Esta of their presence, but Esta was too tired to do anything but gently set them in a little habitat made for Frugliens before collapsing into a deep slumber. That night, all Esta dreamed of was leaving Marsh and their crew’s wary faces when they talked to Esta.
Wow it looks a lot shorter on here lol
Seems like an interestin' read. I have no notes, it's perfect. *my hand suddenly grows to six times its normal size, and I give you a big thumbs up*
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
and it was one kid’s response to that happening to yell at me, in my ear! ✨✨
...
You know, I used to think "Humanity doesn't deserve the (GP) we get from the Fey."
I've changed my mind.
*Opens otherworldly weapons rack* Take your pick.
*grabs oversized sledgehammer*
*summons spear from the ethereal plane*
*Suddenly appears floating midair with a daishō (with the extra addition of a tanto) strapped to my hip, a maniacal smile on my face*
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
Would anybody perhaps proofread a short story I wrote? It’s only like one and a half to two pages double spaced
You had me at read. I can’t offer very good criticism, but I can read
Lovely, thank you.
Esta looked around, the harsh light hurting their eyes, momentarily blinding them. There appeared to be a couple Otherworlders around them, and they were in an unfamiliar setting. A human-like Otherworlder stood to my right with bubblegum pink hair and a teal jacket with matching headphones. To her right is a Callevian, probably a Quartz, by the look of it, with blue hair, sick armor, and horns. To the Callevian’s left, Esta can spot another humanoid, likely here as a Pilot, with red tinted glasses and slightly less cool armor. The last one was a shifter, a race Esta recognized from their books, with reddish hair and two pink streaks.
These Otherworlders, Esta felt they should know them, had some connection to them. And…where were they anyway? The last thing that they had a clear memory of was an argument with Marsh. Something…something about… well, Esta wasn’t really sure. A wave of guilt came crashing down on Esta. Marsh. Their best friend. Where was he? Esta started looking around but noticed the others staring at them.
”Pardon, but my name is Esta Reen and I’m slightly confused as to how I got here. Would any of you know, perchance?” Esta queried, switching between their native language, common, and multiple others. It took Esta a couple seconds to realize why the others were just staring at them.
”I…hi…I’m, I’m, I’m Esta Reen. A Marsher. I feel as if I should know y’all, but haven’t the fainted clue why. Have you any insight?” Esta stumbled, concentrating very hard on staying in Common.
After staring for a couple seconds, the one with the glasses spoke up, “I threw Arilia out of Monmouth.” Esta is taken aback, but everybody else seems to acknowledge this as truth.
”I’m Arilia, by the way,” The shifter piped up in staggered Common, “That’s Robi, Mace, and Elixir,” Arilia stated, pointing at the humanoid with glasses, Callevian, and teal haired girl, respectively. They all seemed to be watching Esta with a somewhat wary expression, leaving them to wonder what in the stars had happened.
”I’m…I’m sorry, but could you please. Please,” Esta paused, “Explain what happened? My memories are a little…fuzzy.” This was clearly stressing Esta out, although they were trying really hard not to show it. The others described what all had happened, filling Esta with guilt when they got to the part about them being a jerk. Esta apologized over and over again, until the rest of their crew forced them to stop.
Eventually, an older Luni approached them, questioning. “Why are you not heading to your dorms?”
”Apologies, Luna,” Esta stammered, using the honorary for an older Luni. “But we don’t…I haven’t…We haven’t been given information regarding our dorms yet.” The Luni gave them a brief rundown, before letting them run free to find their dorms.
The rest of Esta’s crew left, leaving Esta alone. They were wearied by all that had happened today, the knowledge of abandoning Marsh and how they had been so awful to the other Luni’s weighing heavy on their mind.
After searching fruitlessly for an hour or so, they finally found their dorm. Marnie gently reminded Esta of their presence, but Esta was too tired to do anything but gently set them in a little habitat made for Frugliens before collapsing into a deep slumber. That night, all Esta dreamed of was leaving Marsh and their crew’s wary faces when they talked to Esta.
Wow it looks a lot shorter on here lol
Seems like an interestin' read. I have no notes, it's perfect. *my hand suddenly grows to six times its normal size, and I give you a big thumbs up*
lol. Thanks. I can give you more context if you want idk.
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Yelo! I’m Selia or Sel or some variation on that. Pronouns? Just not she/her, please.
I’m an artist and a nerd. I’ll draw stuff for y’all purely because I have nothing better to do.
Would anybody perhaps proofread a short story I wrote? It’s only like one and a half to two pages double spaced
You had me at read. I can’t offer very good criticism, but I can read
Lovely, thank you.
Esta looked around, the harsh light hurting their eyes, momentarily blinding them. There appeared to be a couple Otherworlders around them, and they were in an unfamiliar setting. A human-like Otherworlder stood to my right with bubblegum pink hair and a teal jacket with matching headphones. To her right is a Callevian, probably a Quartz, by the look of it, with blue hair, sick armor, and horns. To the Callevian’s left, Esta can spot another humanoid, likely here as a Pilot, with red tinted glasses and slightly less cool armor. The last one was a shifter, a race Esta recognized from their books, with reddish hair and two pink streaks.
These Otherworlders, Esta felt they should know them, had some connection to them. And…where were they anyway? The last thing that they had a clear memory of was an argument with Marsh. Something…something about… well, Esta wasn’t really sure. A wave of guilt came crashing down on Esta. Marsh. Their best friend. Where was he? Esta started looking around but noticed the others staring at them.
”Pardon, but my name is Esta Reen and I’m slightly confused as to how I got here. Would any of you know, perchance?” Esta queried, switching between their native language, common, and multiple others. It took Esta a couple seconds to realize why the others were just staring at them.
”I…hi…I’m, I’m, I’m Esta Reen. A Marsher. I feel as if I should know y’all, but haven’t the fainted clue why. Have you any insight?” Esta stumbled, concentrating very hard on staying in Common.
After staring for a couple seconds, the one with the glasses spoke up, “I threw Arilia out of Monmouth.” Esta is taken aback, but everybody else seems to acknowledge this as truth.
”I’m Arilia, by the way,” The shifter piped up in staggered Common, “That’s Robi, Mace, and Elixir,” Arilia stated, pointing at the humanoid with glasses, Callevian, and teal haired girl, respectively. They all seemed to be watching Esta with a somewhat wary expression, leaving them to wonder what in the stars had happened.
”I’m…I’m sorry, but could you please. Please,” Esta paused, “Explain what happened? My memories are a little…fuzzy.” This was clearly stressing Esta out, although they were trying really hard not to show it. The others described what all had happened, filling Esta with guilt when they got to the part about them being a jerk. Esta apologized over and over again, until the rest of their crew forced them to stop.
Eventually, an older Luni approached them, questioning. “Why are you not heading to your dorms?”
”Apologies, Luna,” Esta stammered, using the honorary for an older Luni. “But we don’t…I haven’t…We haven’t been given information regarding our dorms yet.” The Luni gave them a brief rundown, before letting them run free to find their dorms.
The rest of Esta’s crew left, leaving Esta alone. They were wearied by all that had happened today, the knowledge of abandoning Marsh and how they had been so awful to the other Luni’s weighing heavy on their mind.
After searching fruitlessly for an hour or so, they finally found their dorm. Marnie gently reminded Esta of their presence, but Esta was too tired to do anything but gently set them in a little habitat made for Frugliens before collapsing into a deep slumber. That night, all Esta dreamed of was leaving Marsh and their crew’s wary faces when they talked to Esta.
Wow it looks a lot shorter on here lol
Seems like an interestin' read. I have no notes, it's perfect. *my hand suddenly grows to six times its normal size, and I give you a big thumbs up*
lol. Thanks. I can give you more context if you want idk.
*My hand shrinks back to its normal size* You can give me more context if you want, but I'm about to go to bed.
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
Would anybody perhaps proofread a short story I wrote? It’s only like one and a half to two pages double spaced
You had me at read. I can’t offer very good criticism, but I can read
Lovely, thank you.
Esta looked around, the harsh light hurting their eyes, momentarily blinding them. There appeared to be a couple Otherworlders around them, and they were in an unfamiliar setting. A human-like Otherworlder stood to my right with bubblegum pink hair and a teal jacket with matching headphones. To her right is a Callevian, probably a Quartz, by the look of it, with blue hair, sick armor, and horns. To the Callevian’s left, Esta can spot another humanoid, likely here as a Pilot, with red tinted glasses and slightly less cool armor. The last one was a shifter, a race Esta recognized from their books, with reddish hair and two pink streaks.
These Otherworlders, Esta felt they should know them, had some connection to them. And…where were they anyway? The last thing that they had a clear memory of was an argument with Marsh. Something…something about… well, Esta wasn’t really sure. A wave of guilt came crashing down on Esta. Marsh. Their best friend. Where was he? Esta started looking around but noticed the others staring at them.
”Pardon, but my name is Esta Reen and I’m slightly confused as to how I got here. Would any of you know, perchance?” Esta queried, switching between their native language, common, and multiple others. It took Esta a couple seconds to realize why the others were just staring at them.
”I…hi…I’m, I’m, I’m Esta Reen. A Marsher. I feel as if I should know y’all, but haven’t the fainted clue why. Have you any insight?” Esta stumbled, concentrating very hard on staying in Common.
After staring for a couple seconds, the one with the glasses spoke up, “I threw Arilia out of Monmouth.” Esta is taken aback, but everybody else seems to acknowledge this as truth.
”I’m Arilia, by the way,” The shifter piped up in staggered Common, “That’s Robi, Mace, and Elixir,” Arilia stated, pointing at the humanoid with glasses, Callevian, and teal haired girl, respectively. They all seemed to be watching Esta with a somewhat wary expression, leaving them to wonder what in the stars had happened.
”I’m…I’m sorry, but could you please. Please,” Esta paused, “Explain what happened? My memories are a little…fuzzy.” This was clearly stressing Esta out, although they were trying really hard not to show it. The others described what all had happened, filling Esta with guilt when they got to the part about them being a jerk. Esta apologized over and over again, until the rest of their crew forced them to stop.
Eventually, an older Luni approached them, questioning. “Why are you not heading to your dorms?”
”Apologies, Luna,” Esta stammered, using the honorary for an older Luni. “But we don’t…I haven’t…We haven’t been given information regarding our dorms yet.” The Luni gave them a brief rundown, before letting them run free to find their dorms.
The rest of Esta’s crew left, leaving Esta alone. They were wearied by all that had happened today, the knowledge of abandoning Marsh and how they had been so awful to the other Luni’s weighing heavy on their mind.
After searching fruitlessly for an hour or so, they finally found their dorm. Marnie gently reminded Esta of their presence, but Esta was too tired to do anything but gently set them in a little habitat made for Frugliens before collapsing into a deep slumber. That night, all Esta dreamed of was leaving Marsh and their crew’s wary faces when they talked to Esta.
Wow it looks a lot shorter on here lol
Seems like an interestin' read. I have no notes, it's perfect. *my hand suddenly grows to six times its normal size, and I give you a big thumbs up*
lol. Thanks. I can give you more context if you want idk.
*My hand shrinks back to its normal size* You can give me more context if you want, but I'm about to go to bed.
How are you already going to bed??? T-T it’s like 8:15!!! *me still having a bunch of homework*
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Yelo! I’m Selia or Sel or some variation on that. Pronouns? Just not she/her, please.
I’m an artist and a nerd. I’ll draw stuff for y’all purely because I have nothing better to do.
Would anybody perhaps proofread a short story I wrote? It’s only like one and a half to two pages double spaced
You had me at read. I can’t offer very good criticism, but I can read
Lovely, thank you.
Esta looked around, the harsh light hurting their eyes, momentarily blinding them. There appeared to be a couple Otherworlders around them, and they were in an unfamiliar setting. A human-like Otherworlder stood to my right with bubblegum pink hair and a teal jacket with matching headphones. To her right is a Callevian, probably a Quartz, by the look of it, with blue hair, sick armor, and horns. To the Callevian’s left, Esta can spot another humanoid, likely here as a Pilot, with red tinted glasses and slightly less cool armor. The last one was a shifter, a race Esta recognized from their books, with reddish hair and two pink streaks.
These Otherworlders, Esta felt they should know them, had some connection to them. And…where were they anyway? The last thing that they had a clear memory of was an argument with Marsh. Something…something about… well, Esta wasn’t really sure. A wave of guilt came crashing down on Esta. Marsh. Their best friend. Where was he? Esta started looking around but noticed the others staring at them.
”Pardon, but my name is Esta Reen and I’m slightly confused as to how I got here. Would any of you know, perchance?” Esta queried, switching between their native language, common, and multiple others. It took Esta a couple seconds to realize why the others were just staring at them.
”I…hi…I’m, I’m, I’m Esta Reen. A Marsher. I feel as if I should know y’all, but haven’t the fainted clue why. Have you any insight?” Esta stumbled, concentrating very hard on staying in Common.
After staring for a couple seconds, the one with the glasses spoke up, “I threw Arilia out of Monmouth.” Esta is taken aback, but everybody else seems to acknowledge this as truth.
”I’m Arilia, by the way,” The shifter piped up in staggered Common, “That’s Robi, Mace, and Elixir,” Arilia stated, pointing at the humanoid with glasses, Callevian, and teal haired girl, respectively. They all seemed to be watching Esta with a somewhat wary expression, leaving them to wonder what in the stars had happened.
”I’m…I’m sorry, but could you please. Please,” Esta paused, “Explain what happened? My memories are a little…fuzzy.” This was clearly stressing Esta out, although they were trying really hard not to show it. The others described what all had happened, filling Esta with guilt when they got to the part about them being a jerk. Esta apologized over and over again, until the rest of their crew forced them to stop.
Eventually, an older Luni approached them, questioning. “Why are you not heading to your dorms?”
”Apologies, Luna,” Esta stammered, using the honorary for an older Luni. “But we don’t…I haven’t…We haven’t been given information regarding our dorms yet.” The Luni gave them a brief rundown, before letting them run free to find their dorms.
The rest of Esta’s crew left, leaving Esta alone. They were wearied by all that had happened today, the knowledge of abandoning Marsh and how they had been so awful to the other Luni’s weighing heavy on their mind.
After searching fruitlessly for an hour or so, they finally found their dorm. Marnie gently reminded Esta of their presence, but Esta was too tired to do anything but gently set them in a little habitat made for Frugliens before collapsing into a deep slumber. That night, all Esta dreamed of was leaving Marsh and their crew’s wary faces when they talked to Esta.
Wow it looks a lot shorter on here lol
This is great! Really captures Esta’s character.
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Do any of y'all remember how I told you my uncle from my bio dad's side of the family died last year? And how I wasn't sure how to feel 'bout his death? Well, I just read his obituary, and now I just feel sad. Apparently, he was a really nice guy who loved theater and stuff, and went to live in New York after graduating college. He took most of my cousins to Broadway shows and tours of the city when they visited him, and the real sad part is that he had a boyfriend who died durin' covid a couple years ago. Wish I could've gotten to know him better, but I was never really in touch with my bio dad's family other than my half brothers and sister.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go to bed and try not to feel any sadder, 'cause then I'm just gonna feel depressed.
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
Would anybody perhaps proofread a short story I wrote? It’s only like one and a half to two pages double spaced
You had me at read. I can’t offer very good criticism, but I can read
Lovely, thank you.
Esta looked around, the harsh light hurting their eyes, momentarily blinding them. There appeared to be a couple Otherworlders around them, and they were in an unfamiliar setting. A human-like Otherworlder stood to my right with bubblegum pink hair and a teal jacket with matching headphones. To her right is a Callevian, probably a Quartz, by the look of it, with blue hair, sick armor, and horns. To the Callevian’s left, Esta can spot another humanoid, likely here as a Pilot, with red tinted glasses and slightly less cool armor. The last one was a shifter, a race Esta recognized from their books, with reddish hair and two pink streaks.
These Otherworlders, Esta felt they should know them, had some connection to them. And…where were they anyway? The last thing that they had a clear memory of was an argument with Marsh. Something…something about… well, Esta wasn’t really sure. A wave of guilt came crashing down on Esta. Marsh. Their best friend. Where was he? Esta started looking around but noticed the others staring at them.
”Pardon, but my name is Esta Reen and I’m slightly confused as to how I got here. Would any of you know, perchance?” Esta queried, switching between their native language, common, and multiple others. It took Esta a couple seconds to realize why the others were just staring at them.
”I…hi…I’m, I’m, I’m Esta Reen. A Marsher. I feel as if I should know y’all, but haven’t the fainted clue why. Have you any insight?” Esta stumbled, concentrating very hard on staying in Common.
After staring for a couple seconds, the one with the glasses spoke up, “I threw Arilia out of Monmouth.” Esta is taken aback, but everybody else seems to acknowledge this as truth.
”I’m Arilia, by the way,” The shifter piped up in staggered Common, “That’s Robi, Mace, and Elixir,” Arilia stated, pointing at the humanoid with glasses, Callevian, and teal haired girl, respectively. They all seemed to be watching Esta with a somewhat wary expression, leaving them to wonder what in the stars had happened.
”I’m…I’m sorry, but could you please. Please,” Esta paused, “Explain what happened? My memories are a little…fuzzy.” This was clearly stressing Esta out, although they were trying really hard not to show it. The others described what all had happened, filling Esta with guilt when they got to the part about them being a jerk. Esta apologized over and over again, until the rest of their crew forced them to stop.
Eventually, an older Luni approached them, questioning. “Why are you not heading to your dorms?”
”Apologies, Luna,” Esta stammered, using the honorary for an older Luni. “But we don’t…I haven’t…We haven’t been given information regarding our dorms yet.” The Luni gave them a brief rundown, before letting them run free to find their dorms.
The rest of Esta’s crew left, leaving Esta alone. They were wearied by all that had happened today, the knowledge of abandoning Marsh and how they had been so awful to the other Luni’s weighing heavy on their mind.
After searching fruitlessly for an hour or so, they finally found their dorm. Marnie gently reminded Esta of their presence, but Esta was too tired to do anything but gently set them in a little habitat made for Frugliens before collapsing into a deep slumber. That night, all Esta dreamed of was leaving Marsh and their crew’s wary faces when they talked to Esta.
Wow it looks a lot shorter on here lol
Seems like an interestin' read. I have no notes, it's perfect. *my hand suddenly grows to six times its normal size, and I give you a big thumbs up*
lol. Thanks. I can give you more context if you want idk.
*My hand shrinks back to its normal size* You can give me more context if you want, but I'm about to go to bed.
How are you already going to bed??? T-T it’s like 8:15!!! *me still having a bunch of homework*
I didn't have any homework tonight, and I'm just extremely tired. I woke up at like 3:15 this mornin' for school and just lost more and more energy as the day went on.
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Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. 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, and certified silly goose
Okay, I usually don’t talk about your memes, though I do enjoy them, but this is a masterpiece. I deeply love it.
Would anybody perhaps proofread a short story I wrote? It’s only like one and a half to two pages double spaced
Yelo! I’m Selia or Sel or some variation on that. Pronouns? Just not she/her, please.
I’m an artist and a nerd. I’ll draw stuff for y’all purely because I have nothing better to do.
Is art
That’s awful. I’m sorry that happened, Arch. You should never have to deal with that. People either don’t understand or don’t care when that happens to others. All the hugs. I’m glad you got it figured out, though.
Yelo! I’m Selia or Sel or some variation on that. Pronouns? Just not she/her, please.
I’m an artist and a nerd. I’ll draw stuff for y’all purely because I have nothing better to do.
Is art
You had me at read. I can’t offer very good criticism, but I can read
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.
"Like a soon to be broken man once said: You're either perfect, or you're not me."
”Be not defeated by the rain. Be not hindered by the wind. Bested by neither winter snow or summer heat.”
Hic Sunt Dracones
Lovely, thank you.
Esta looked around, the harsh light hurting their eyes, momentarily blinding them. There appeared to be a couple Otherworlders around them, and they were in an unfamiliar setting. A human-like Otherworlder stood to my right with bubblegum pink hair and a teal jacket with matching headphones. To her right is a Callevian, probably a Quartz, by the look of it, with blue hair, sick armor, and horns. To the Callevian’s left, Esta can spot another humanoid, likely here as a Pilot, with red tinted glasses and slightly less cool armor. The last one was a shifter, a race Esta recognized from their books, with reddish hair and two pink streaks.
These Otherworlders, Esta felt they should know them, had some connection to them. And…where were they anyway? The last thing that they had a clear memory of was an argument with Marsh. Something…something about… well, Esta wasn’t really sure. A wave of guilt came crashing down on Esta. Marsh. Their best friend. Where was he? Esta started looking around but noticed the others staring at them.
”Pardon, but my name is Esta Reen and I’m slightly confused as to how I got here. Would any of you know, perchance?” Esta queried, switching between their native language, common, and multiple others. It took Esta a couple seconds to realize why the others were just staring at them.
”I…hi…I’m, I’m, I’m Esta Reen. A Marsher. I feel as if I should know y’all, but haven’t the fainted clue why. Have you any insight?” Esta stumbled, concentrating very hard on staying in Common.
After staring for a couple seconds, the one with the glasses spoke up, “I threw Arilia out of Monmouth.” Esta is taken aback, but everybody else seems to acknowledge this as truth.
”I’m Arilia, by the way,” The shifter piped up in staggered Common, “That’s Robi, Mace, and Elixir,” Arilia stated, pointing at the humanoid with glasses, Callevian, and teal haired girl, respectively. They all seemed to be watching Esta with a somewhat wary expression, leaving them to wonder what in the stars had happened.
”I’m…I’m sorry, but could you please. Please,” Esta paused, “Explain what happened? My memories are a little…fuzzy.” This was clearly stressing Esta out, although they were trying really hard not to show it. The others described what all had happened, filling Esta with guilt when they got to the part about them being a jerk. Esta apologized over and over again, until the rest of their crew forced them to stop.
Eventually, an older Luni approached them, questioning. “Why are you not heading to your dorms?”
”Apologies, Luna,” Esta stammered, using the honorary for an older Luni. “But we don’t…I haven’t…We haven’t been given information regarding our dorms yet.” The Luni gave them a brief rundown, before letting them run free to find their dorms.
The rest of Esta’s crew left, leaving Esta alone. They were wearied by all that had happened today, the knowledge of abandoning Marsh and how they had been so awful to the other Luni’s weighing heavy on their mind.
After searching fruitlessly for an hour or so, they finally found their dorm. Marnie gently reminded Esta of their presence, but Esta was too tired to do anything but gently set them in a little habitat made for Frugliens before collapsing into a deep slumber. That night, all Esta dreamed of was leaving Marsh and their crew’s wary faces when they talked to Esta.
Wow it looks a lot shorter on here lol
Yelo! I’m Selia or Sel or some variation on that. Pronouns? Just not she/her, please.
I’m an artist and a nerd. I’ll draw stuff for y’all purely because I have nothing better to do.
Is art
Many thanks, this means a lot. :>
Seems like an interestin' read. I have no notes, it's perfect. *my hand suddenly grows to six times its normal size, and I give you a big thumbs up*
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
I LITERALLY HAVE ALL OF THESE SAVED ON MY PHONE
WHO GAVE YOU MY PASSWORD FRY?
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
*Suddenly appears floating midair with a daishō (with the extra addition of a tanto) strapped to my hip, a maniacal smile on my face*
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
*nods appreciatively at Monks’ reference before yoinking Pole*
Yelo! I’m Selia or Sel or some variation on that. Pronouns? Just not she/her, please.
I’m an artist and a nerd. I’ll draw stuff for y’all purely because I have nothing better to do.
Is art
lol. Thanks. I can give you more context if you want idk.
Yelo! I’m Selia or Sel or some variation on that. Pronouns? Just not she/her, please.
I’m an artist and a nerd. I’ll draw stuff for y’all purely because I have nothing better to do.
Is art
*My hand shrinks back to its normal size* You can give me more context if you want, but I'm about to go to bed.
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
How are you already going to bed??? T-T it’s like 8:15!!! *me still having a bunch of homework*
Yelo! I’m Selia or Sel or some variation on that. Pronouns? Just not she/her, please.
I’m an artist and a nerd. I’ll draw stuff for y’all purely because I have nothing better to do.
Is art
This is great! Really captures Esta’s character.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Do any of y'all remember how I told you my uncle from my bio dad's side of the family died last year? And how I wasn't sure how to feel 'bout his death? Well, I just read his obituary, and now I just feel sad. Apparently, he was a really nice guy who loved theater and stuff, and went to live in New York after graduating college. He took most of my cousins to Broadway shows and tours of the city when they visited him, and the real sad part is that he had a boyfriend who died durin' covid a couple years ago. Wish I could've gotten to know him better, but I was never really in touch with my bio dad's family other than my half brothers and sister.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go to bed and try not to feel any sadder, 'cause then I'm just gonna feel depressed.
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!
Heeey everyone!
do you wanna know what would be fun?
what if we made our own vampires? Like, as in we make our own version of vampires.
i’m bored and i want something to do, so vampires!
I didn't have any homework tonight, and I'm just extremely tired. I woke up at like 3:15 this mornin' for school and just lost more and more energy as the day went on.
Hi guys! This is my desktop alt account. My mobile one goes by the name of AgateElk8337, so maybe you've heard of me? Who knows! For those who don't know, I'm a demiromantic, very socially awkward he/him from the Sooner State. I'm also an unofficial therapist on Onions Are LIke Worms.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with barbecue sauce."
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!"
Click here for cool art!