Fyra is looking for peony *can i join or do you not want me to. Either way its fine*
Lynna is being depressed
Asha is practicing her flute
*you can totally join!*
*cool*
Fyra rushes into the hospital wing “peony??? What happened???”
"Something bad, I think."
“Wait…why is your eye blue now??” *fry your new name is the eye thief*
*I saw* "I lost it. Twice, I think"
“…that’s not good” she notices the rabbit “who’s that?”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, 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
*sure* when she wakes up she can see out of both eyes and feels groggy she can hear Cyrus and the doctor talking outside
*cyrus's note shudders again* Cyrus, if you're reading this, I'm awake. See? I told you i'd be fine
Cyrus tosses some euros at the doctor and opens the door “peony?”
"Cyrus? Did the doctor leave? I just want to know what he had to do"
“He’s outside. He gave you another new eye and stitched you up. How are you feeling?”
"Weird... Wait another new eye? What happened?" she sits up weakly
“You had a hole in your head”
"Huh" she feels the back of her head where the exit wound was. "That makes sense."
“Rain said you might be…..different when you woke up. Do you feel any different?”
"I don't know? I feel like Peony, i guess. Maybe it'll change overtime?"
"I'm just glad you're ok now. I was scared for you peo"
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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.
Fyra is looking for peony *can i join or do you not want me to. Either way its fine*
Lynna is being depressed
Asha is practicing her flute
*you can totally join!*
*cool*
Fyra rushes into the hospital wing “peony??? What happened???”
"Something bad, I think."
“Wait…why is your eye blue now??” *fry your new name is the eye thief*
*I saw* "I lost it. Twice, I think"
“…that’s not good” she notices the rabbit “who’s that?”
"That's my father." peony smiles
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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)
*sure* when she wakes up she can see out of both eyes and feels groggy she can hear Cyrus and the doctor talking outside
*cyrus's note shudders again* Cyrus, if you're reading this, I'm awake. See? I told you i'd be fine
Cyrus tosses some euros at the doctor and opens the door “peony?”
"Cyrus? Did the doctor leave? I just want to know what he had to do"
“He’s outside. He gave you another new eye and stitched you up. How are you feeling?”
"Weird... Wait another new eye? What happened?" she sits up weakly
“You had a hole in your head”
"Huh" she feels the back of her head where the exit wound was. "That makes sense."
“Rain said you might be…..different when you woke up. Do you feel any different?”
"I don't know? I feel like Peony, i guess. Maybe it'll change overtime?"
"I'm just glad you're ok now. I was scared for you peo"
"You got my letter, right?"
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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)
*sure* when she wakes up she can see out of both eyes and feels groggy she can hear Cyrus and the doctor talking outside
*cyrus's note shudders again* Cyrus, if you're reading this, I'm awake. See? I told you i'd be fine
Cyrus tosses some euros at the doctor and opens the door “peony?”
"Cyrus? Did the doctor leave? I just want to know what he had to do"
“He’s outside. He gave you another new eye and stitched you up. How are you feeling?”
"Weird... Wait another new eye? What happened?" she sits up weakly
“You had a hole in your head”
"Huh" she feels the back of her head where the exit wound was. "That makes sense."
“Rain said you might be…..different when you woke up. Do you feel any different?”
"I don't know? I feel like Peony, i guess. Maybe it'll change overtime?"
"I'm just glad you're ok now. I was scared for you peo"
"You got my letter, right?"
he holds it up "you got better planning skills than a seer."
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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.
*sure* when she wakes up she can see out of both eyes and feels groggy she can hear Cyrus and the doctor talking outside
*cyrus's note shudders again* Cyrus, if you're reading this, I'm awake. See? I told you i'd be fine
Cyrus tosses some euros at the doctor and opens the door “peony?”
"Cyrus? Did the doctor leave? I just want to know what he had to do"
“He’s outside. He gave you another new eye and stitched you up. How are you feeling?”
"Weird... Wait another new eye? What happened?" she sits up weakly
“You had a hole in your head”
"Huh" she feels the back of her head where the exit wound was. "That makes sense."
“Rain said you might be…..different when you woke up. Do you feel any different?”
"I don't know? I feel like Peony, i guess. Maybe it'll change overtime?"
"I'm just glad you're ok now. I was scared for you peo"
"You got my letter, right?"
he holds it up "you got better planning skills than a seer."
"there were more than fifty possible notes I had on there, one of which is my will"
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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)
*sure* when she wakes up she can see out of both eyes and feels groggy she can hear Cyrus and the doctor talking outside
*cyrus's note shudders again* Cyrus, if you're reading this, I'm awake. See? I told you i'd be fine
Cyrus tosses some euros at the doctor and opens the door “peony?”
"Cyrus? Did the doctor leave? I just want to know what he had to do"
“He’s outside. He gave you another new eye and stitched you up. How are you feeling?”
"Weird... Wait another new eye? What happened?" she sits up weakly
“You had a hole in your head”
"Huh" she feels the back of her head where the exit wound was. "That makes sense."
“Rain said you might be…..different when you woke up. Do you feel any different?”
"I don't know? I feel like Peony, i guess. Maybe it'll change overtime?"
"I'm just glad you're ok now. I was scared for you peo"
"You got my letter, right?"
he holds it up "you got better planning skills than a seer."
"there were more than fifty possible notes I had on there, one of which is my will"
"What was in your will? no offense but you don't own very much. and what's with that rabbit?"
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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.
*sure* when she wakes up she can see out of both eyes and feels groggy she can hear Cyrus and the doctor talking outside
*cyrus's note shudders again* Cyrus, if you're reading this, I'm awake. See? I told you i'd be fine
Cyrus tosses some euros at the doctor and opens the door “peony?”
"Cyrus? Did the doctor leave? I just want to know what he had to do"
“He’s outside. He gave you another new eye and stitched you up. How are you feeling?”
"Weird... Wait another new eye? What happened?" she sits up weakly
“You had a hole in your head”
"Huh" she feels the back of her head where the exit wound was. "That makes sense."
“Rain said you might be…..different when you woke up. Do you feel any different?”
"I don't know? I feel like Peony, i guess. Maybe it'll change overtime?"
"I'm just glad you're ok now. I was scared for you peo"
"You got my letter, right?"
he holds it up "you got better planning skills than a seer."
"there were more than fifty possible notes I had on there, one of which is my will"
"What was in your will? no offense but you don't own very much. and what's with that rabbit?"
"He's my father. I told you I had a plan."
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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)
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.
"It was a potion. More permanent, this time. He deserved it."
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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)
"It was a potion. More permanent, this time. He deserved it."
"That explains why you had an empty bottle on you."
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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.
"It was a potion. More permanent, this time. He deserved it."
"That explains why you had an empty bottle on you."
"I had to do it. He can't punish me anymore" she runs her hands over her stitches pensively
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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)
"It was a potion. More permanent, this time. He deserved it."
"That explains why you had an empty bottle on you."
"I had to do it. He can't punish me anymore" she runs her hands over her stitches pensively
"I had to resist kicking him. he kept biting rain."
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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.
Fyra is looking for peony *can i join or do you not want me to. Either way its fine*
Lynna is being depressed
Asha is practicing her flute
*you can totally join!*
*cool*
Fyra rushes into the hospital wing “peony??? What happened???”
"Something bad, I think."
“Wait…why is your eye blue now??” *fry your new name is the eye thief*
*I saw* "I lost it. Twice, I think"
“…that’s not good” she notices the rabbit “who’s that?”
"That's my father." peony smiles
Fyra swears and her hands catches fire “im gonna murder him”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, 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
"It was a potion. More permanent, this time. He deserved it."
"That explains why you had an empty bottle on you."
"I had to do it. He can't punish me anymore" she runs her hands over her stitches pensively
"I had to resist kicking him. he kept biting rain."
"He would. Rain tried to kill him the other day." she sighs "It wasn't my father, this time, who hurt me. I was running away with the rabbit, and I was being chased by the rest of them. Who did this, I don't know. They stood in front of me, blocking my way."
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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)
Fyra is looking for peony *can i join or do you not want me to. Either way its fine*
Lynna is being depressed
Asha is practicing her flute
*you can totally join!*
*cool*
Fyra rushes into the hospital wing “peony??? What happened???”
"Something bad, I think."
“Wait…why is your eye blue now??” *fry your new name is the eye thief*
*I saw* "I lost it. Twice, I think"
“…that’s not good” she notices the rabbit “who’s that?”
"That's my father." peony smiles
Fyra swears and her hands catches fire “im gonna murder him”
"no. He only gets what he did to me. I'll be the one to do it, thank you."
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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)
Fyra is looking for peony *can i join or do you not want me to. Either way its fine*
Lynna is being depressed
Asha is practicing her flute
*you can totally join!*
*cool*
Fyra rushes into the hospital wing “peony??? What happened???”
"Something bad, I think."
“Wait…why is your eye blue now??” *fry your new name is the eye thief*
*I saw* "I lost it. Twice, I think"
“…that’s not good” she notices the rabbit “who’s that?”
"That's my father." peony smiles
Fyra swears and her hands catches fire “im gonna murder him”
"no. He only gets what he did to me. I'll be the one to do it, thank you."
Fyra sighs and extinguishes her hand “that’s true i guess”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, 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
"It was a potion. More permanent, this time. He deserved it."
"That explains why you had an empty bottle on you."
"I had to do it. He can't punish me anymore" she runs her hands over her stitches pensively
"I had to resist kicking him. he kept biting rain."
"He would. Rain tried to kill him the other day." she sighs "It wasn't my father, this time, who hurt me. I was running away with the rabbit, and I was being chased by the rest of them. Who did this, I don't know. They stood in front of me, blocking my way."
"He deserved it." he looks at the rabbit and leans in close "don't let me ever catch you trying to either escape or hurt peony"
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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.
Fyra is looking for peony *can i join or do you not want me to. Either way its fine*
Lynna is being depressed
Asha is practicing her flute
*you can totally join!*
*cool*
Fyra rushes into the hospital wing “peony??? What happened???”
"Something bad, I think."
“Wait…why is your eye blue now??” *fry your new name is the eye thief*
*I saw* "I lost it. Twice, I think"
“…that’s not good” she notices the rabbit “who’s that?”
"That's my father." peony smiles
Fyra swears and her hands catches fire “im gonna murder him”
"no. He only gets what he did to me. I'll be the one to do it, thank you."
Fyra sighs and extinguishes her hand “that’s true i guess”
"He'll get his pain in due time." she gives the rabbit a death glare, then sighs and turns back to fyra. "I haven't looked at myself yet. How bad is it?" The area around peony's right eye is heavily scarred and the eye is eerie blue. All of the scars have turned bone white. Some parts of her hair are cut off at awkward angles or growing back around stitches
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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)
Fyra is looking for peony *can i join or do you not want me to. Either way its fine*
Lynna is being depressed
Asha is practicing her flute
*you can totally join!*
*cool*
Fyra rushes into the hospital wing “peony??? What happened???”
"Something bad, I think."
“Wait…why is your eye blue now??” *fry your new name is the eye thief*
*I saw* "I lost it. Twice, I think"
“…that’s not good” she notices the rabbit “who’s that?”
"That's my father." peony smiles
Fyra swears and her hands catches fire “im gonna murder him”
"no. He only gets what he did to me. I'll be the one to do it, thank you."
Fyra sighs and extinguishes her hand “that’s true i guess”
"He'll get his pain in due time." she gives the rabbit a death glare, then sighs and turns back to fyra. "I haven't looked at myself yet. How bad is it?" The area around peony's right eye is heavily scarred and the eye is eerie blue. All of the scars have turned bone white. Some parts of her hair are cut off at awkward angles or growing back around stitches
“…”
”not…amazing”
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, 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
“…that’s not good” she notices the rabbit “who’s that?”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, 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
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(Both are links, please click them…)
"I'm just glad you're ok now. I was scared for you peo"
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"That's my father." peony smiles
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 got my letter, right?"
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)
he holds it up "you got better planning skills than a seer."
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"there were more than fifty possible notes I had on there, one of which is my will"
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)
"What was in your will? no offense but you don't own very much. and what's with that rabbit?"
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"He's my father. I told you I had a plan."
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)
*cut*
"You polymorphed your father?!"
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"It was a potion. More permanent, this time. He deserved it."
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)
"That explains why you had an empty bottle on you."
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"I had to do it. He can't punish me anymore" she runs her hands over her stitches pensively
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 had to resist kicking him. he kept biting rain."
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
Fyra swears and her hands catches fire “im gonna murder him”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, 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
(Both are links, please click them…)
"He would. Rain tried to kill him the other day." she sighs "It wasn't my father, this time, who hurt me. I was running away with the rabbit, and I was being chased by the rest of them. Who did this, I don't know. They stood in front of me, blocking my way."
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)
"no. He only gets what he did to me. I'll be the one to do it, thank you."
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)
Fyra sighs and extinguishes her hand “that’s true i guess”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, 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
(Both are links, please click them…)
"He deserved it." he looks at the rabbit and leans in close "don't let me ever catch you trying to either escape or hurt peony"
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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"He'll get his pain in due time." she gives the rabbit a death glare, then sighs and turns back to fyra. "I haven't looked at myself yet. How bad is it?"
The area around peony's right eye is heavily scarred and the eye is eerie blue. All of the scars have turned bone white. Some parts of her hair are cut off at awkward angles or growing back around stitches
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)
“…”
”not…amazing”
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel, pronouns they/he. Some things about me, 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
(Both are links, please click them…)