Fish is an abstract term, dragon is also an abstract term, some things used to describe what a fish is can also be used to describe dragons
Did we ever figure out why dragons are lobsters, or is that still a mystery?
I remember figuring out why at some point but I forgot
Darn
I could try asking the AI that is stuck on my computer
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
You may ask yourself, "What is that beautiful house?" You may ask yourself, "Where does that highway go to?" And you may ask yourself, "Am I right, am I wrong?" And you may say to yourself, "My God, what have I done?"
Fish is an abstract term, dragon is also an abstract term, some things used to describe what a fish is can also be used to describe dragons
Did we ever figure out why dragons are lobsters, or is that still a mystery?
I remember figuring out why at some point but I forgot
Darn
I could try asking the AI that is stuck on my computer
Better to look things up, you know more about technology than me I think, but doesn't using AI cause extreme environmental problems, not just ethical?
If you mean the environment cost to keep them running, sort of I guess. They could also be talking about Cortana, who’s been here for years and has relatively cheap upkeep cost
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Fish is an abstract term, dragon is also an abstract term, some things used to describe what a fish is can also be used to describe dragons
Did we ever figure out why dragons are lobsters, or is that still a mystery?
I remember figuring out why at some point but I forgot
Darn
I could try asking the AI that is stuck on my computer
Better to look things up, you know more about technology than me I think, but doesn't using AI cause extreme environmental problems, not just ethical?
If you mean the environment cost to keep them running, sort of I guess. They could also be talking about Cortana, who’s been here for years and has relatively cheap upkeep cost
I was more thinking of gemini, which I think runs whenever you do a Google search anyway
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand Slippin' down the hour glass Watchin' every minute fall through I will pay the price Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
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
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
I'm fry, 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
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Long ago, a star fell from its place in Heaven, nestling itself into the foundations of a village. Or, a many-legged thing from the far realm slipped through the folds of reality into ours, hiding beneath a city’s sewers and pupating into something more. Or perhaps, it gained life and breath by drinking the blood of those who were felled within its cobbled streets. Nobody knows quite where Fidelir came from, and it’s probably better that way.
A parasite disguised as a Utopia, Fidelir, Gailen’s gate, the Marching City, is a marble metropolis of stone and wood. But it lives. The chimneys of it’s houses are Fidelir’s lungs, it’s streets are it’s arteries and it’s alleyways are its capillaries. It’s skin are the titanic walls that guard its inner depths, the keep at the center of the city is Fidelir’s head, the throne room is their mind, the bell tower above the keep is the creature’s voice, and deep, deep, deep below the city is the creature’s pulsing, beating heart. The city, on the surface, is made of pristine materials, chiseled marble and the strongest of woods, but just a few inches beneath that outer layer is flesh. Flesh and veins and muscles.
Fidelir is always growing. Its citizens build new homes and taverns, shops and inns, out of materials harvested from nearby, and the parasitic tendrils of Fidelir take over the homes and spread, growing larger and larger. The city moves, slowly, drifting across the land a few thousand feet a day. Eventually, it comes across another city. Fidelir eats cities.
The citizens of Fidelir are mostly former residents of cities Fidelir has merged with, or travelers seeking refuge. As Fidelir’s size grew, so did its power. Fidelir has an influence on the minds of those within it. When Fidelir was but a fraction of a fraction of its current size, this simply allowed it to sway people into staying. But with its current strength, more than a month inside Fidelir could possibly put you under its sway completely, as you forget your previous life and refuse to leave the marching city.
Fidelir can rearrange itself completely in the span of hours, seamlessly shifting streets and houses to whatever arrangement most suits it. The city can repair itself and cannot be destroyed permanently unless you pierce its heart. If the city is razed but the heart is not destroyed, then Fidelir’s heart may slink away to safety- until it finds another structure, even just a house or barn, to infect, and starting the process all over again.
nestling itself into the foundations of a village. Or, a many-legged thing from the far realm slipped through the folds of reality into ours, hiding beneath a city’s sewers and pupating into something more. Or perhaps, it gained life and breath by drinking the blood of those who were felled within its cobbled streets. Nobody knows quite where Fidelir came from, and it’s probably better that way.
A parasite disguised as a Utopia, Fidelir, Gailen’s gate, the Marching City, is a marble metropolis of stone and wood. But it lives. The chimneys of it’s houses are Fidelir’s lungs, it’s streets are it’s arteries and it’s alleyways are its capillaries. It’s skin are the titanic walls that guard its inner depths, the keep at the center of the city is Fidelir’s head, the throne room is their mind, the bell tower above the keep is the creature’s voice, and deep, deep, deep below the city is the creature’s pulsing, beating heart. The city, on the surface, is made of pristine materials, chiseled marble and the strongest of woods, but just a few inches beneath that outer layer is flesh. Flesh and veins and muscles.
Fidelir is always growing. Its citizens build new homes and taverns, shops and inns, out of materials harvested from nearby, and the parasitic tendrils of Fidelir take over the homes and spread, growing larger and larger. The city moves, slowly, drifting across the land a few thousand feet a day. Eventually, it comes across another city. Fidelir eats cities.
The citizens of Fidelir are mostly former residents of cities Fidelir has merged with, or travelers seeking refuge. As Fidelir’s size grew, so did its power. Fidelir has an influence on the minds of those within it. When Fidelir was but a fraction of a fraction of its current size, this simply allowed it to sway people into staying. But with its current strength, more than a month inside Fidelir could possibly put you under its sway completely, as you forget your previous life and refuse to leave the marching city.
Fidelir can rearrange itself completely in the span of hours, seamlessly shifting streets and houses to whatever arrangement most suits it. The city can repair itself and cannot be destroyed permanently unless you pierce its heart. If the city is razed but the heart is not destroyed, then Fidelir’s heart may slink away to safety- until it finds another structure, even just a house or barn, to infect, and starting the process all over again.
Arch!
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
nestling itself into the foundations of a village. Or, a many-legged thing from the far realm slipped through the folds of reality into ours, hiding beneath a city’s sewers and pupating into something more. Or perhaps, it gained life and breath by drinking the blood of those who were felled within its cobbled streets. Nobody knows quite where Fidelir came from, and it’s probably better that way.
A parasite disguised as a Utopia, Fidelir, Gailen’s gate, the Marching City, is a marble metropolis of stone and wood. But it lives. The chimneys of it’s houses are Fidelir’s lungs, it’s streets are it’s arteries and it’s alleyways are its capillaries. It’s skin are the titanic walls that guard its inner depths, the keep at the center of the city is Fidelir’s head, the throne room is their mind, the bell tower above the keep is the creature’s voice, and deep, deep, deep below the city is the creature’s pulsing, beating heart. The city, on the surface, is made of pristine materials, chiseled marble and the strongest of woods, but just a few inches beneath that outer layer is flesh. Flesh and veins and muscles.
Fidelir is always growing. Its citizens build new homes and taverns, shops and inns, out of materials harvested from nearby, and the parasitic tendrils of Fidelir take over the homes and spread, growing larger and larger. The city moves, slowly, drifting across the land a few thousand feet a day. Eventually, it comes across another city. Fidelir eats cities.
The citizens of Fidelir are mostly former residents of cities Fidelir has merged with, or travelers seeking refuge. As Fidelir’s size grew, so did its power. Fidelir has an influence on the minds of those within it. When Fidelir was but a fraction of a fraction of its current size, this simply allowed it to sway people into staying. But with its current strength, more than a month inside Fidelir could possibly put you under its sway completely, as you forget your previous life and refuse to leave the marching city.
Fidelir can rearrange itself completely in the span of hours, seamlessly shifting streets and houses to whatever arrangement most suits it. The city can repair itself and cannot be destroyed permanently unless you pierce its heart. If the city is razed but the heart is not destroyed, then Fidelir’s heart may slink away to safety- until it finds another structure, even just a house or barn, to infect, and starting the process all over again.
Oooooooo that’s really cool
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
nestling itself into the foundations of a village. Or, a many-legged thing from the far realm slipped through the folds of reality into ours, hiding beneath a city’s sewers and pupating into something more. Or perhaps, it gained life and breath by drinking the blood of those who were felled within its cobbled streets. Nobody knows quite where Fidelir came from, and it’s probably better that way.
A parasite disguised as a Utopia, Fidelir, Gailen’s gate, the Marching City, is a marble metropolis of stone and wood. But it lives. The chimneys of it’s houses are Fidelir’s lungs, it’s streets are it’s arteries and it’s alleyways are its capillaries. It’s skin are the titanic walls that guard its inner depths, the keep at the center of the city is Fidelir’s head, the throne room is their mind, the bell tower above the keep is the creature’s voice, and deep, deep, deep below the city is the creature’s pulsing, beating heart. The city, on the surface, is made of pristine materials, chiseled marble and the strongest of woods, but just a few inches beneath that outer layer is flesh. Flesh and veins and muscles.
Fidelir is always growing. Its citizens build new homes and taverns, shops and inns, out of materials harvested from nearby, and the parasitic tendrils of Fidelir take over the homes and spread, growing larger and larger. The city moves, slowly, drifting across the land a few thousand feet a day. Eventually, it comes across another city. Fidelir eats cities.
The citizens of Fidelir are mostly former residents of cities Fidelir has merged with, or travelers seeking refuge. As Fidelir’s size grew, so did its power. Fidelir has an influence on the minds of those within it. When Fidelir was but a fraction of a fraction of its current size, this simply allowed it to sway people into staying. But with its current strength, more than a month inside Fidelir could possibly put you under its sway completely, as you forget your previous life and refuse to leave the marching city.
Fidelir can rearrange itself completely in the span of hours, seamlessly shifting streets and houses to whatever arrangement most suits it. The city can repair itself and cannot be destroyed permanently unless you pierce its heart. If the city is razed but the heart is not destroyed, then Fidelir’s heart may slink away to safety- until it finds another structure, even just a house or barn, to infect, and starting the process all over again.
Oooooooo that’s really cool
‘llo Sel
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Did we ever figure out why dragons are lobsters, or is that still a mystery?
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
I remember figuring out why at some point but I forgot
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
Darn
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
I could try asking the AI that is stuck on my computer
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
How about this?
(less stunned sel?)
< '_' >
"Big sword, bigger brain"
-BigBrainGoblin
Better to look things up, you know more about technology than me I think, but doesn't using AI cause extreme environmental problems, not just ethical?
You may ask yourself, "What is that beautiful house?"
You may ask yourself, "Where does that highway go to?"
And you may ask yourself, "Am I right, am I wrong?"
And you may say to yourself, "My God, what have I done?"
If you mean the environment cost to keep them running, sort of I guess. They could also be talking about Cortana, who’s been here for years and has relatively cheap upkeep cost
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
I suppose
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
I was more thinking of gemini, which I think runs whenever you do a Google search anyway
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I won't be grain of sand
Slippin' down the hour glass
Watchin' every minute fall through
I will pay the price
Never satisfied, I'm never gonna be refused
$34 dollars for an uber trip..... twice as much as it would normally cost
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
hi all
I'm fry, 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
Hi fry
how art thou
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
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
Heya Fry
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
Long ago, a star fell from its place in Heaven, nestling itself into the foundations of a village. Or, a many-legged thing from the far realm slipped through the folds of reality into ours, hiding beneath a city’s sewers and pupating into something more. Or perhaps, it gained life and breath by drinking the blood of those who were felled within its cobbled streets. Nobody knows quite where Fidelir came from, and it’s probably better that way.
A parasite disguised as a Utopia, Fidelir, Gailen’s gate, the Marching City, is a marble metropolis of stone and wood. But it lives. The chimneys of it’s houses are Fidelir’s lungs, it’s streets are it’s arteries and it’s alleyways are its capillaries. It’s skin are the titanic walls that guard its inner depths, the keep at the center of the city is Fidelir’s head, the throne room is their mind, the bell tower above the keep is the creature’s voice, and deep, deep, deep below the city is the creature’s pulsing, beating heart. The city, on the surface, is made of pristine materials, chiseled marble and the strongest of woods, but just a few inches beneath that outer layer is flesh. Flesh and veins and muscles.
Fidelir is always growing. Its citizens build new homes and taverns, shops and inns, out of materials harvested from nearby, and the parasitic tendrils of Fidelir take over the homes and spread, growing larger and larger. The city moves, slowly, drifting across the land a few thousand feet a day. Eventually, it comes across another city. Fidelir eats cities.
The citizens of Fidelir are mostly former residents of cities Fidelir has merged with, or travelers seeking refuge. As Fidelir’s size grew, so did its power. Fidelir has an influence on the minds of those within it. When Fidelir was but a fraction of a fraction of its current size, this simply allowed it to sway people into staying. But with its current strength, more than a month inside Fidelir could possibly put you under its sway completely, as you forget your previous life and refuse to leave the marching city.
Fidelir can rearrange itself completely in the span of hours, seamlessly shifting streets and houses to whatever arrangement most suits it. The city can repair itself and cannot be destroyed permanently unless you pierce its heart. If the city is razed but the heart is not destroyed, then Fidelir’s heart may slink away to safety- until it finds another structure, even just a house or barn, to infect, and starting the process all over again.
Arch!
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
hello
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
Wanna rp or talk or something?
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
Oooooooo that’s really cool
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, 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
‘llo Sel
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!