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
How are you
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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
How are you
Good! You?
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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
How are you
Good! You?
Confused but happy i think im not really sure
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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
How are you
Good! You?
Confused but happy i think im not really sure
Confused?
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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
How are you
Good! You?
Confused but happy i think im not really sure
Confused?
Yeaaaaaaah
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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
How are you
Good! You?
Confused but happy i think im not really sure
Confused?
Yeaaaaaaah
How?
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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!”
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
How are you
Good! You?
Confused but happy i think im not really sure
Confused?
Yeaaaaaaah
How?
People
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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
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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
How are you
Good! You?
Confused but happy i think im not really sure
Confused?
Yeaaaaaaah
How?
People
Ah. Understandable.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Less than ideal. My general dislike of most living things has gotten slightly worse
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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!”
Less than ideal. My general dislike of most living things has gotten slightly worse
Ugh me too
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
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!”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Y’know if I could muster the inspiration I might make a thread inspired by Melty Blood or UNIB
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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 mentioned it in the maverick battalion yesterday I think
thank you!
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Less than ideal. My general dislike of most living things has gotten slightly worse
Ugh me too
Ah, that’s unfortunate
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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
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
How are you
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
Good! You?
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
Confused but happy i think im not really sure
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
Confused?
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
Yeaaaaaaah
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
How?
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
Hola folks
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!”
HIMY
HOW YOU BEEN
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
People
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
Shark dude!
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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Ah. Understandable.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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Less than ideal. My general dislike of most living things has gotten slightly worse
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!”
Ugh me too
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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it's me birfday : D
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
You didn’t tell us earlier? Happy birthday grad!
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!”
Happy birfday!
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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Y’know if I could muster the inspiration I might make a thread inspired by Melty Blood or UNIB
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 mentioned it in the maverick battalion yesterday I think
thank you!
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
Ah, that’s unfortunate
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
Happy birthday!!!
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