Which one of you was gonna tell me tea tastes differently if you put it in hot water?
What!
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Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her) I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me :[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her) I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me :[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Which one of you was gonna tell me tea tastes differently if you put it in hot water?
You were putting it in cold water?
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Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
The most odd thing occurred on my evening walk last night. Even writing it the morning after, my memory is foggy, I was in such a daze.
I was on a brisk walk through the Graveyard of Cane On the Water, the town I’ve been resigned to living in for the past few months. This Graveyard, as most others are in Autumn Country, has a rather concerning number of unmarked graves. weathered beyond years, purposefully broken and vandalized, or simply even never marked to begin with. What was much stranger was that, on this particular night, many of these graves have been adorned with flowers. Bluebells, mostly, but I had counted roses, daffodils, and even Lilies- none of these flowers I had seen for a long while, since I came to Autumn Country. Few flowers grow here at all, to be honest.
I examine one of the graves, a simple plot of land with a small gravestone with no name, but a rose laid upon it. Stranger, I could have sworn this specific gravestone- one I have passed before- did have a name on it. However, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what it was… but someone was mourning them, that’s for sure.
My curiosity was not satiated, but It was getting quite late and I had heard stories of Haunts, whom I did not want to encounter. On my way back to the Inn I’ve been staying at, I thought I had seen the silhouette of someone else in the cemetery- a thin young man dressed in black and red. Little motes of scarlet light flitted about him, illuminating his form, but as quickly as I noticed him, he disappeared.
I suppose he was keeping the forgotten ghosts company.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The most odd thing occurred on my evening walk last night. Even writing it the morning after, my memory is foggy, I was in such a daze.
I was on a brisk walk through the Graveyard of Cane On the Water, the town I’ve been resigned to living in for the past few months. This Graveyard, as most others are in Autumn Country, has a rather concerning number of unmarked graves. weathered beyond years, purposefully broken and vandalized, or simply even never marked to begin with. What was much stranger was that, on this particular night, many of these graves have been adorned with flowers. Bluebells, mostly, but I had counted roses, daffodils, and even Lilies- none of these flowers I had seen for a long while, since I came to Autumn Country. Few flowers grow here at all, to be honest.
I examine one of the graves, a simple plot of land with a small gravestone with no name, but a rose laid upon it. Stranger, I could have sworn this specific gravestone- one I have passed before- did have a name on it. However, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what it was… but someone was mourning them, that’s for sure.
My curiosity was not satiated, but It was getting quite late and I had heard stories of Haunts, whom I did not want to encounter. On my way back to the Inn I’ve been staying at, I thought I had seen the silhouette of someone else in the cemetery- a thin young man dressed in black and red. Little motes of scarlet light flitted about him, illuminating his form, but as quickly as I noticed him, he disappeared.
I suppose he was keeping the forgotten ghosts company.
*Arch! It's been awhile, how have you been?*
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Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
The most odd thing occurred on my evening walk last night. Even writing it the morning after, my memory is foggy, I was in such a daze.
I was on a brisk walk through the Graveyard of Cane On the Water, the town I’ve been resigned to living in for the past few months. This Graveyard, as most others are in Autumn Country, has a rather concerning number of unmarked graves. weathered beyond years, purposefully broken and vandalized, or simply even never marked to begin with. What was much stranger was that, on this particular night, many of these graves have been adorned with flowers. Bluebells, mostly, but I had counted roses, daffodils, and even Lilies- none of these flowers I had seen for a long while, since I came to Autumn Country. Few flowers grow here at all, to be honest.
I examine one of the graves, a simple plot of land with a small gravestone with no name, but a rose laid upon it. Stranger, I could have sworn this specific gravestone- one I have passed before- did have a name on it. However, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what it was… but someone was mourning them, that’s for sure.
My curiosity was not satiated, but It was getting quite late and I had heard stories of Haunts, whom I did not want to encounter. On my way back to the Inn I’ve been staying at, I thought I had seen the silhouette of someone else in the cemetery- a thin young man dressed in black and red. Little motes of scarlet light flitted about him, illuminating his form, but as quickly as I noticed him, he disappeared.
I suppose he was keeping the forgotten ghosts company.
*Arch! It's been awhile, how have you been?*
I’m quite well, how art thou?
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
The most odd thing occurred on my evening walk last night. Even writing it the morning after, my memory is foggy, I was in such a daze.
I was on a brisk walk through the Graveyard of Cane On the Water, the town I’ve been resigned to living in for the past few months. This Graveyard, as most others are in Autumn Country, has a rather concerning number of unmarked graves. weathered beyond years, purposefully broken and vandalized, or simply even never marked to begin with. What was much stranger was that, on this particular night, many of these graves have been adorned with flowers. Bluebells, mostly, but I had counted roses, daffodils, and even Lilies- none of these flowers I had seen for a long while, since I came to Autumn Country. Few flowers grow here at all, to be honest.
I examine one of the graves, a simple plot of land with a small gravestone with no name, but a rose laid upon it. Stranger, I could have sworn this specific gravestone- one I have passed before- did have a name on it. However, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what it was… but someone was mourning them, that’s for sure.
My curiosity was not satiated, but It was getting quite late and I had heard stories of Haunts, whom I did not want to encounter. On my way back to the Inn I’ve been staying at, I thought I had seen the silhouette of someone else in the cemetery- a thin young man dressed in black and red. Little motes of scarlet light flitted about him, illuminating his form, but as quickly as I noticed him, he disappeared.
I suppose he was keeping the forgotten ghosts company.
*Arch! It's been awhile, how have you been?*
I’m quite well, how art thou?
I'm good, glad to finally be back. First time getting to experience public schools this year, it's been an interesting experience.
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Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
The most odd thing occurred on my evening walk last night. Even writing it the morning after, my memory is foggy, I was in such a daze.
I was on a brisk walk through the Graveyard of Cane On the Water, the town I’ve been resigned to living in for the past few months. This Graveyard, as most others are in Autumn Country, has a rather concerning number of unmarked graves. weathered beyond years, purposefully broken and vandalized, or simply even never marked to begin with. What was much stranger was that, on this particular night, many of these graves have been adorned with flowers. Bluebells, mostly, but I had counted roses, daffodils, and even Lilies- none of these flowers I had seen for a long while, since I came to Autumn Country. Few flowers grow here at all, to be honest.
I examine one of the graves, a simple plot of land with a small gravestone with no name, but a rose laid upon it. Stranger, I could have sworn this specific gravestone- one I have passed before- did have a name on it. However, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what it was… but someone was mourning them, that’s for sure.
My curiosity was not satiated, but It was getting quite late and I had heard stories of Haunts, whom I did not want to encounter. On my way back to the Inn I’ve been staying at, I thought I had seen the silhouette of someone else in the cemetery- a thin young man dressed in black and red. Little motes of scarlet light flitted about him, illuminating his form, but as quickly as I noticed him, he disappeared.
I suppose he was keeping the forgotten ghosts company.
*Arch! It's been awhile, how have you been?*
I’m quite well, how art thou?
I'm good, glad to finally be back. First time getting to experience public schools this year, it's been an interesting experience.
Ooh! Were you homeschooled before then? Or went to a private school?
Which one of you was gonna tell me tea tastes differently if you put it in hot water?
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
What!
Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her)
I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual
but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me
:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
I haven't had cold water with my tea yet
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
suntea the best
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cuh3unwYMzw
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Doodles i thought you left me!
Hello! Call me GAYto or Gato (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/She (Prefers She/her)
I am a teenager. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfae, Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual
but this community means the world to me; you can't change that about me
:[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
never
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/U3GAahv8m84
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Fry be immortal and unpredictable
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
You were putting it in cold water?
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
probably takes forever
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Honestly surprised you don’t know this one
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
Honestly… same.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
wait... cold tea?!
Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
Finally back after a long break. Praise Jeff!
Dear diary,
The most odd thing occurred on my evening walk last night. Even writing it the morning after, my memory is foggy, I was in such a daze.
I was on a brisk walk through the Graveyard of Cane On the Water, the town I’ve been resigned to living in for the past few months. This Graveyard, as most others are in Autumn Country, has a rather concerning number of unmarked graves. weathered beyond years, purposefully broken and vandalized, or simply even never marked to begin with. What was much stranger was that, on this particular night, many of these graves have been adorned with flowers. Bluebells, mostly, but I had counted roses, daffodils, and even Lilies- none of these flowers I had seen for a long while, since I came to Autumn Country. Few flowers grow here at all, to be honest.
I examine one of the graves, a simple plot of land with a small gravestone with no name, but a rose laid upon it. Stranger, I could have sworn this specific gravestone- one I have passed before- did have a name on it. However, I can’t, for the life of me, remember what it was… but someone was mourning them, that’s for sure.
My curiosity was not satiated, but It was getting quite late and I had heard stories of Haunts, whom I did not want to encounter. On my way back to the Inn I’ve been staying at, I thought I had seen the silhouette of someone else in the cemetery- a thin young man dressed in black and red. Little motes of scarlet light flitted about him, illuminating his form, but as quickly as I noticed him, he disappeared.
I suppose he was keeping the forgotten ghosts company.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Arch! It's been awhile, how have you been?*
Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
Finally back after a long break. Praise Jeff!
I’m quite well, how art thou?
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
I'm good, glad to finally be back. First time getting to experience public schools this year, it's been an interesting experience.
Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
Finally back after a long break. Praise Jeff!
Ooh! Were you homeschooled before then? Or went to a private school?
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
It's a reference to a Tumblr[?] post chain meme where people argue on ways to boil water for tea.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Also what happened to your pfp?
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*New account, long story but it has do with why I've been gone for so long.*
Be sure to set your feet in the right place, then stand firm.
Finally back after a long break. Praise Jeff!