Heyyyy! What's up? It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub!You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
Anthony is looking for something to break his boredom. He's finished every game in his console and is looking for anything to do. He has a salad in one hand, his staff in the other, and is crunching on a lollipop like he always does. His hair is down and almost dragging along the floor as he walks, his hairpin/crown in his room, a small length of hair sitting to the side of his face.
*I don’t know which I should make, Thanatos or John Henry.* *Boink*
*thanatos. Cause I might make a shinagami*
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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.
*I don’t know which I should make, Thanatos or John Henry.* *Boink*
*thanatos. Cause I might make a shinagami*
*Like from death note?”
*no like from bleach*
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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.
*I don’t know which I should make, Thanatos or John Henry.* *Boink*
*thanatos. Cause I might make a shinagami*
*Like from death note?”
*no like from bleach*
*Arent they called hollows in bleach?*
*hollows are the monsters. Shinagami aka soul reapers kill hollows. Also shinagami just means death god in Japanese*
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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.
Evie hasn't been seen in a bit, but there is a suspiciously evie-shaped blanket lump in the corner
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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)
Evie hasn't been seen in a bit, but there is a suspiciously evie-shaped blanket lump in the corner
You here the sound of someone, someone very large, approach the blanket and then stop. There is silence for a moment, and then the creaking of timbers as somebody bends down and the blanket rises to reveal a bush bearded, sky eyed, cliff browed, canyon creased, boulder nosed face.
A lithe young person is tossed into the room. They wear a baggy green hoodie, have red hair, and a note has been taped to them that reads: Illogical Incarnation: further research required
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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)
Evie hasn't been seen in a bit, but there is a suspiciously evie-shaped blanket lump in the corner
You here the sound of someone, someone very large, approach the blanket and then stop. There is silence for a moment, and then the creaking of timbers as somebody bends down and the blanket rises to reveal a bush bearded, sky eyed, cliff browed, canyon creased, boulder nosed face.
Evie has a hat pulled down over her eyes. "Put that back, I could hurt 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)
Evie hasn't been seen in a bit, but there is a suspiciously evie-shaped blanket lump in the corner
You here the sound of someone, someone very large, approach the blanket and then stop. There is silence for a moment, and then the creaking of timbers as somebody bends down and the blanket rises to reveal a bush bearded, sky eyed, cliff browed, canyon creased, boulder nosed face.
Evie has a hat pulled down over her eyes. "Put that back, I could hurt you!"
You catch a glimpse of a gully sized smile before the blanket drops back over your head. "Pardon me. I wouldn't want you to do that."
A lithe young person is tossed into the room. They wear a baggy green hoodie, have red hair, and a note has been taped to them that reads: Illogical Incarnation: further research required
A young blond..man? Woman? Hard to tell lands next to them and curses
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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.
A lithe young person is tossed into the room. They wear a baggy green hoodie, have red hair, and a note has been taped to them that reads: Illogical Incarnation: further research required
A shadow that must way at least a couple pounds falls across you, "Well what have we here?"
A lithe young person is tossed into the room. They wear a baggy green hoodie, have red hair, and a note has been taped to them that reads: Illogical Incarnation: further research required
A young blond..man? Woman? Hard to tell lands next to them and curses
"You're the woman they told me to find... uhh... Linda? No wait..." they stand up and think harder
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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)
Evie hasn't been seen in a bit, but there is a suspiciously evie-shaped blanket lump in the corner
You here the sound of someone, someone very large, approach the blanket and then stop. There is silence for a moment, and then the creaking of timbers as somebody bends down and the blanket rises to reveal a bush bearded, sky eyed, cliff browed, canyon creased, boulder nosed face.
Evie has a hat pulled down over her eyes. "Put that back, I could hurt you!"
You catch a glimpse of a gully sized smile before the blanket drops back over your head. "Pardon me. I wouldn't want you to do that."
"thank you. We can talk though"
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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)
Anthony is taking a nap in the Commons, his mouth moves but no air or sound comes out, his hair covering most of the couch he's laying on and part of his face.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
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Jason is wandering around looking for someone
Heyyyy! What's up? It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
Anthony is looking for something to break his boredom. He's finished every game in his console and is looking for anything to do. He has a salad in one hand, his staff in the other, and is crunching on a lollipop like he always does. His hair is down and almost dragging along the floor as he walks, his hairpin/crown in his room, a small length of hair sitting to the side of his face.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*I don’t know which I should make, Thanatos or John Henry.* *Boink*
*thanatos. Cause I might make a shinagami*
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
*Like from death note?*
William is trying to find a place to hide an egg. Preferably a place that flies.
*no like from bleach*
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
*Arent they called hollows in bleach?*
*hollows are the monsters. Shinagami aka soul reapers kill hollows. Also shinagami just means death god in Japanese*
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
*So you’re going to make someone like old man Yamamoto, that’s fun.*
Evie hasn't been seen in a bit, but there is a suspiciously evie-shaped blanket lump in the corner
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 here the sound of someone, someone very large, approach the blanket and then stop. There is silence for a moment, and then the creaking of timbers as somebody bends down and the blanket rises to reveal a bush bearded, sky eyed, cliff browed, canyon creased, boulder nosed face.
A lithe young person is tossed into the room. They wear a baggy green hoodie, have red hair, and a note has been taped to them that reads: Illogical Incarnation: further research required
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)
Evie has a hat pulled down over her eyes. "Put that back, I could hurt 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)
You catch a glimpse of a gully sized smile before the blanket drops back over your head. "Pardon me. I wouldn't want you to do that."
A young blond..man? Woman? Hard to tell lands next to them and curses
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
A shadow that must way at least a couple pounds falls across you, "Well what have we here?"
"You're the woman they told me to find... uhh... Linda? No wait..." they stand up and think harder
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)
"thank you. We can talk though"
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)
Anthony is taking a nap in the Commons, his mouth moves but no air or sound comes out, his hair covering most of the couch he's laying on and part of his face.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo