I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Kinda. It’s a silly superstition. Supposedly every generation, someone gets put out of their career because of some freak accident. This time, it was me. But I don’t think it’s real. Just need my ACL to heal, and I’ll be back to playing soccer in no time.” They don’t seem to believe their own words
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Kinda. It’s a silly superstition. Supposedly every generation, someone gets put out of their career because of some freak accident. This time, it was me. But I don’t think it’s real. Just need my ACL to heal, and I’ll be back to playing soccer in no time.” They don’t seem to believe their own words
"Well if you say so." she kicks a rock half-heartedly. "I'm not a sports person"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Kinda. It’s a silly superstition. Supposedly every generation, someone gets put out of their career because of some freak accident. This time, it was me. But I don’t think it’s real. Just need my ACL to heal, and I’ll be back to playing soccer in no time.” They don’t seem to believe their own words
"Well if you say so." she kicks a rock half-heartedly. "I'm not a sports person"
“I could tell.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Kinda. It’s a silly superstition. Supposedly every generation, someone gets put out of their career because of some freak accident. This time, it was me. But I don’t think it’s real. Just need my ACL to heal, and I’ll be back to playing soccer in no time.” They don’t seem to believe their own words
"Well if you say so." she kicks a rock half-heartedly. "I'm not a sports person"
“I could tell.”
"Ha ha." she says sarcastically
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Kinda. It’s a silly superstition. Supposedly every generation, someone gets put out of their career because of some freak accident. This time, it was me. But I don’t think it’s real. Just need my ACL to heal, and I’ll be back to playing soccer in no time.” They don’t seem to believe their own words
"Well if you say so." she kicks a rock half-heartedly. "I'm not a sports person"
“I could tell.”
"Ha ha." she says sarcastically
*Sorry got disconnected*
They smirk a little
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Kinda. It’s a silly superstition. Supposedly every generation, someone gets put out of their career because of some freak accident. This time, it was me. But I don’t think it’s real. Just need my ACL to heal, and I’ll be back to playing soccer in no time.” They don’t seem to believe their own words
"Well if you say so." she kicks a rock half-heartedly. "I'm not a sports person"
“I could tell.”
"Ha ha." she says sarcastically
*Sorry got disconnected*
They smirk a little
She stretches out and yawns, revealing a shelf mushroom growing from her neck, right where the jugular would be. The freckles on her face appear to actually be lichen
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Kinda. It’s a silly superstition. Supposedly every generation, someone gets put out of their career because of some freak accident. This time, it was me. But I don’t think it’s real. Just need my ACL to heal, and I’ll be back to playing soccer in no time.” They don’t seem to believe their own words
"Well if you say so." she kicks a rock half-heartedly. "I'm not a sports person"
“I could tell.”
"Ha ha." she says sarcastically
*Sorry got disconnected*
They smirk a little
She stretches out and yawns, revealing a shelf mushroom growing from her neck, right where the jugular would be. The freckles on her face appear to actually be lichen
They step back, repulsed “My gods. What is wrong with you? That cannot be healthy.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Kinda. It’s a silly superstition. Supposedly every generation, someone gets put out of their career because of some freak accident. This time, it was me. But I don’t think it’s real. Just need my ACL to heal, and I’ll be back to playing soccer in no time.” They don’t seem to believe their own words
"Well if you say so." she kicks a rock half-heartedly. "I'm not a sports person"
“I could tell.”
"Ha ha." she says sarcastically
*Sorry got disconnected*
They smirk a little
She stretches out and yawns, revealing a shelf mushroom growing from her neck, right where the jugular would be. The freckles on her face appear to actually be lichen
They step back, repulsed “My gods. What is wrong with you? That cannot be healthy.”
"Eh, it's not that bad."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Kinda. It’s a silly superstition. Supposedly every generation, someone gets put out of their career because of some freak accident. This time, it was me. But I don’t think it’s real. Just need my ACL to heal, and I’ll be back to playing soccer in no time.” They don’t seem to believe their own words
"Well if you say so." she kicks a rock half-heartedly. "I'm not a sports person"
“I could tell.”
"Ha ha." she says sarcastically
*Sorry got disconnected*
They smirk a little
She stretches out and yawns, revealing a shelf mushroom growing from her neck, right where the jugular would be. The freckles on her face appear to actually be lichen
They step back, repulsed “My gods. What is wrong with you? That cannot be healthy.”
"Eh, it's not that bad."
“You have fungus growing on you. That’s called a parasite.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Kinda. It’s a silly superstition. Supposedly every generation, someone gets put out of their career because of some freak accident. This time, it was me. But I don’t think it’s real. Just need my ACL to heal, and I’ll be back to playing soccer in no time.” They don’t seem to believe their own words
"Well if you say so." she kicks a rock half-heartedly. "I'm not a sports person"
“I could tell.”
"Ha ha." she says sarcastically
*Sorry got disconnected*
They smirk a little
She stretches out and yawns, revealing a shelf mushroom growing from her neck, right where the jugular would be. The freckles on her face appear to actually be lichen
They step back, repulsed “My gods. What is wrong with you? That cannot be healthy.”
"Eh, it's not that bad."
“You have fungus growing on you. That’s called a parasite.”
"It's called a curse. Do you think I got this way just laying in the dirt?"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Isan is lying in the setting sun after the classes for the day are done, observing his shifting tattoos. His bandages he seems to have been wearing since last year are gone, and underneath the faintest of scars runs across his arm.
“Kinda. It’s a silly superstition. Supposedly every generation, someone gets put out of their career because of some freak accident. This time, it was me. But I don’t think it’s real. Just need my ACL to heal, and I’ll be back to playing soccer in no time.” They don’t seem to believe their own words
"Well if you say so." she kicks a rock half-heartedly. "I'm not a sports person"
“I could tell.”
"Ha ha." she says sarcastically
*Sorry got disconnected*
They smirk a little
She stretches out and yawns, revealing a shelf mushroom growing from her neck, right where the jugular would be. The freckles on her face appear to actually be lichen
They step back, repulsed “My gods. What is wrong with you? That cannot be healthy.”
"Eh, it's not that bad."
“You have fungus growing on you. That’s called a parasite.”
"It's called a curse. Do you think I got this way just laying in the dirt?"
“Maybe.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“Kinda. It’s a silly superstition. Supposedly every generation, someone gets put out of their career because of some freak accident. This time, it was me. But I don’t think it’s real. Just need my ACL to heal, and I’ll be back to playing soccer in no time.” They don’t seem to believe their own words
"Well if you say so." she kicks a rock half-heartedly. "I'm not a sports person"
“I could tell.”
"Ha ha." she says sarcastically
*Sorry got disconnected*
They smirk a little
She stretches out and yawns, revealing a shelf mushroom growing from her neck, right where the jugular would be. The freckles on her face appear to actually be lichen
They step back, repulsed “My gods. What is wrong with you? That cannot be healthy.”
"Eh, it's not that bad."
“You have fungus growing on you. That’s called a parasite.”
"It's called a curse. Do you think I got this way just laying in the dirt?"
“Maybe.”
"Well I didn't. I literally have mycelium in my body like a second nervous system"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs 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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Kinda. It’s a silly superstition. Supposedly every generation, someone gets put out of their career because of some freak accident. This time, it was me. But I don’t think it’s real. Just need my ACL to heal, and I’ll be back to playing soccer in no time.” They don’t seem to believe their own words
"Well if you say so." she kicks a rock half-heartedly. "I'm not a sports person"
“I could tell.”
"Ha ha." she says sarcastically
*Sorry got disconnected*
They smirk a little
She stretches out and yawns, revealing a shelf mushroom growing from her neck, right where the jugular would be. The freckles on her face appear to actually be lichen
They step back, repulsed “My gods. What is wrong with you? That cannot be healthy.”
"Eh, it's not that bad."
“You have fungus growing on you. That’s called a parasite.”
"It's called a curse. Do you think I got this way just laying in the dirt?"
“Maybe.”
"Well I didn't. I literally have mycelium in my body like a second nervous system"
“That’s not healthy. From my limited knowledge, it’ll absorb the nutrients in your muscles, making them weaker until you can no longer move. Or it could attach to your spine, paralyzing you. Or it could attach to your brain, causing brain damage and death.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
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*cut*
"You're hurt?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“You could say that.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Disabled?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Temporarily.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Ah, okay. I'm guessing it's some kind of curse?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“Kinda. It’s a silly superstition. Supposedly every generation, someone gets put out of their career because of some freak accident. This time, it was me. But I don’t think it’s real. Just need my ACL to heal, and I’ll be back to playing soccer in no time.” They don’t seem to believe their own words
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Well if you say so." she kicks a rock half-heartedly. "I'm not a sports person"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“I could tell.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Ha ha." she says sarcastically
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*hello?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Sorry got disconnected*
They smirk a little
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
She stretches out and yawns, revealing a shelf mushroom growing from her neck, right where the jugular would be. The freckles on her face appear to actually be lichen
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
They step back, repulsed “My gods. What is wrong with you? That cannot be healthy.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Eh, it's not that bad."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“You have fungus growing on you. That’s called a parasite.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"It's called a curse. Do you think I got this way just laying in the dirt?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Isan is lying in the setting sun after the classes for the day are done, observing his shifting tattoos. His bandages he seems to have been wearing since last year are gone, and underneath the faintest of scars runs across his arm.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Maybe.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Well I didn't. I literally have mycelium in my body like a second nervous system"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
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
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“That’s not healthy. From my limited knowledge, it’ll absorb the nutrients in your muscles, making them weaker until you can no longer move. Or it could attach to your spine, paralyzing you. Or it could attach to your brain, causing brain damage and death.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow