Felicity comes up to him, curious. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while. "What are you doing, sir?" she says in a small voice
"Just meditating. It's something I do when I feel an unease in the air that I can't place quite yet." His voice is deep and confident, but very calm. He turns his head, but his eyes remain purple slits in a dark face. "Would you like to join me? I can teach you. It's hard at first, but it's a useful skill for when you feel anxious."
"Okay sir" she sits down cross-legged
"Alright. There are three major parts of this. The first part you want to do is sit down comfortably and focus on your breathing and the feelings in your body. Second, you want to clear your mind of bad thoughts. It's difficult, but don't get frustrated. If an anxious, guilty, or worried thought crosses your mind, just accept it and let it pass. Just let your mind simply... be. After a while, you may want to stop, and that's okay. Just repeat the first step so you don't trip when you stand up. Then, succeed or fail, you congratulate yourself for trying."
She closes her eyes for a second. "What now?"
"Nothing, really. I'm trying to pinpoint the source of my unrest, but you can think about whatever would help you. Or you could think about nothing at all and let your mind rest. It may seem boring now, but a lot of people have busy lives and need to take breaks like this. I'm not one of them, I don't think, but I appreciate the calmness."
"hmm. What's your name?"
"Saturn, after the titan from mythology. A fitting name for an engine of death, but I'm not one of those anymore. I'm just a man who does what he can."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There is a hill. On the hill are graves. Empty, quiet, forgotten graves. In the hill is a tomb. It is a moldy tomb, long ago emptied by scavenging ghouls. A thick, sightless shadow fills the tomb, rendering all inside blind except those with shadow sight. Fat Face has shadow sight.
A rich, noble, previously hunted by Aeon sits in the tomb. The poison that ran through his veins still stings his flesh but the amount has decreased to a non lethal dose. It has been sucked out of his wound. The noble knows there is something else in this dark, cold, damp, hole. Someone else is watching him. He can feel the eyes piercing the shadows and sliding across his form, and he hears the ragged breathing of something terrible in the corner.
*Ooo can felicity come in?* *is she the corner thing? can she be?*
*The corner thing is a ghoul called Fat Face. I can't think of a way Felicity to get involved in here. At least not yet, sorry. This is a sort of follow up thing I wrote for another interaction.*
There is a hill. On the hill are graves. Empty, quiet, forgotten graves. In the hill is a tomb. It is a moldy tomb, long ago emptied by scavenging ghouls. A thick, sightless shadow fills the tomb, rendering all inside blind except those with shadow sight. Fat Face has shadow sight.
A rich, noble, previously hunted by Aeon sits in the tomb. The poison that ran through his veins still stings his flesh but the amount has decreased to a non lethal dose. It has been sucked out of his wound. The noble knows there is something else in this dark, cold, damp, hole. Someone else is watching him. He can feel the eyes piercing the shadows and sliding across his form, and he hears the ragged breathing of something terrible in the corner.
*The poison was actually just a drug that induced drowsiness and euphoria. Actually, at that dose it probably would have killed him, so good job.*
The noble says nothing for a while, hanging his head. Eventually, he does speak. "Why don't you just get it over with? I would have killed you in a heartbeat in the same situation."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There is a hill. On the hill are graves. Empty, quiet, forgotten graves. In the hill is a tomb. It is a moldy tomb, long ago emptied by scavenging ghouls. A thick, sightless shadow fills the tomb, rendering all inside blind except those with shadow sight. Fat Face has shadow sight.
A rich, noble, previously hunted by Aeon sits in the tomb. The poison that ran through his veins still stings his flesh but the amount has decreased to a non lethal dose. It has been sucked out of his wound. The noble knows there is something else in this dark, cold, damp, hole. Someone else is watching him. He can feel the eyes piercing the shadows and sliding across his form, and he hears the ragged breathing of something terrible in the corner.
*The poison was actually just a drug that induced drowsiness and euphoria. Actually, at that dose it probably would have killed him, so good job.*
The noble says nothing for a while, hanging his head. Eventually, he does speak. "Why don't you just get it over with? I would have killed you in a heartbeat in the same situation."
*Then the ghoul probably had a short nap while the noble was unconscious.*
The breathing stops for an uncomfortably long time when you speak. Then a voice crawls out of dead lungs and fills the darkness, "Because killing you makes the fox man happy. I don't want that. Tell me, why are you hunted?"
There is a hill. On the hill are graves. Empty, quiet, forgotten graves. In the hill is a tomb. It is a moldy tomb, long ago emptied by scavenging ghouls. A thick, sightless shadow fills the tomb, rendering all inside blind except those with shadow sight. Fat Face has shadow sight.
A rich, noble, previously hunted by Aeon sits in the tomb. The poison that ran through his veins still stings his flesh but the amount has decreased to a non lethal dose. It has been sucked out of his wound. The noble knows there is something else in this dark, cold, damp, hole. Someone else is watching him. He can feel the eyes piercing the shadows and sliding across his form, and he hears the ragged breathing of something terrible in the corner.
*The poison was actually just a drug that induced drowsiness and euphoria. Actually, at that dose it probably would have killed him, so good job.*
The noble says nothing for a while, hanging his head. Eventually, he does speak. "Why don't you just get it over with? I would have killed you in a heartbeat in the same situation."
*Then the ghoul probably had a short nap while the noble was unconscious.*
The breathing stops for an uncomfortably long time when you speak. Then a voice crawls out of dead lungs and fills the darkness, "Because killing you makes the fox man happy. I don't want that. Tell me, why are you hunted?"
He sighs. "I killed... a lot of things. Political rivals, animals, whatever. Turns out nature isn't happy when you just toss thousands of corpses into a pit. That's all I can think of. He's probably some nature spirit or something who thinks his authority overrides the King's."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
There is a hill. On the hill are graves. Empty, quiet, forgotten graves. In the hill is a tomb. It is a moldy tomb, long ago emptied by scavenging ghouls. A thick, sightless shadow fills the tomb, rendering all inside blind except those with shadow sight. Fat Face has shadow sight.
A rich, noble, previously hunted by Aeon sits in the tomb. The poison that ran through his veins still stings his flesh but the amount has decreased to a non lethal dose. It has been sucked out of his wound. The noble knows there is something else in this dark, cold, damp, hole. Someone else is watching him. He can feel the eyes piercing the shadows and sliding across his form, and he hears the ragged breathing of something terrible in the corner.
*The poison was actually just a drug that induced drowsiness and euphoria. Actually, at that dose it probably would have killed him, so good job.*
The noble says nothing for a while, hanging his head. Eventually, he does speak. "Why don't you just get it over with? I would have killed you in a heartbeat in the same situation."
*Then the ghoul probably had a short nap while the noble was unconscious.*
The breathing stops for an uncomfortably long time when you speak. Then a voice crawls out of dead lungs and fills the darkness, "Because killing you makes the fox man happy. I don't want that. Tell me, why are you hunted?"
He sighs. "I killed... a lot of things. Political rivals, animals, whatever. Turns out nature isn't happy when you just toss thousands of corpses into a pit. That's all I can think of. He's probably some nature spirit or something who thinks his authority overrides the King's."
"What a wonderful buffet." You hear the creature sigh, "Delicious. I won't bite the hand that feeds me. You're free to go. You have my valedictions." You hear a heavy grinding sound scrape the darkness away and a sliver of light is torn through the shadows. The tomb has been opened. The noble is free to go.
There is a hill. On the hill are graves. Empty, quiet, forgotten graves. In the hill is a tomb. It is a moldy tomb, long ago emptied by scavenging ghouls. A thick, sightless shadow fills the tomb, rendering all inside blind except those with shadow sight. Fat Face has shadow sight.
A rich, noble, previously hunted by Aeon sits in the tomb. The poison that ran through his veins still stings his flesh but the amount has decreased to a non lethal dose. It has been sucked out of his wound. The noble knows there is something else in this dark, cold, damp, hole. Someone else is watching him. He can feel the eyes piercing the shadows and sliding across his form, and he hears the ragged breathing of something terrible in the corner.
*Ooo can felicity come in?* *is she the corner thing? can she be?*
*The corner thing is a ghoul called Fat Face. I can't think of a way Felicity to get involved in here. At least not yet, sorry. This is a sort of follow up thing I wrote for another interaction.*
*oh ok*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Felicity comes up to him, curious. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while. "What are you doing, sir?" she says in a small voice
"Just meditating. It's something I do when I feel an unease in the air that I can't place quite yet." His voice is deep and confident, but very calm. He turns his head, but his eyes remain purple slits in a dark face. "Would you like to join me? I can teach you. It's hard at first, but it's a useful skill for when you feel anxious."
"Okay sir" she sits down cross-legged
"Alright. There are three major parts of this. The first part you want to do is sit down comfortably and focus on your breathing and the feelings in your body. Second, you want to clear your mind of bad thoughts. It's difficult, but don't get frustrated. If an anxious, guilty, or worried thought crosses your mind, just accept it and let it pass. Just let your mind simply... be. After a while, you may want to stop, and that's okay. Just repeat the first step so you don't trip when you stand up. Then, succeed or fail, you congratulate yourself for trying."
She closes her eyes for a second. "What now?"
"Nothing, really. I'm trying to pinpoint the source of my unrest, but you can think about whatever would help you. Or you could think about nothing at all and let your mind rest. It may seem boring now, but a lot of people have busy lives and need to take breaks like this. I'm not one of them, I don't think, but I appreciate the calmness."
"hmm. What's your name?"
"Saturn, after the titan from mythology. A fitting name for an engine of death, but I'm not one of those anymore. I'm just a man who does what he can."
"I'm Felicity" she grins"
*hai there bai there*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"Nothing, really. I'm trying to pinpoint the source of my unrest, but you can think about whatever would help you. Or you could think about nothing at all and let your mind rest. It may seem boring now, but a lot of people have busy lives and need to take breaks like this. I'm not one of them, I don't think, but I appreciate the calmness."
"hmm. What's your name?"
"Saturn, after the titan from mythology. A fitting name for an engine of death, but I'm not one of those anymore. I'm just a man who does what he can."
"I'm Felicity" she grins"
*hai there bai there*
"That's a pretty name. Do you know what it means?" He opens one eye curiously.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Nothing, really. I'm trying to pinpoint the source of my unrest, but you can think about whatever would help you. Or you could think about nothing at all and let your mind rest. It may seem boring now, but a lot of people have busy lives and need to take breaks like this. I'm not one of them, I don't think, but I appreciate the calmness."
"hmm. What's your name?"
"Saturn, after the titan from mythology. A fitting name for an engine of death, but I'm not one of those anymore. I'm just a man who does what he can."
"I'm Felicity" she grins"
*hai there bai there*
"That's a pretty name. Do you know what it means?" He opens one eye curiously.
"No, not really sir."
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Felicity is laying in the grass. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Felicity is laying in the grass. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while.
The dragon approaches her, as they stopped for rest. "You know, as a creature born to be a tyrant of the skies, dragons seem to require many rests between flights. Mayhaps we are just not sharp enough like birds? What do you think, dead child?"
Felicity is laying in the grass. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while.
The dragon approaches her, as they stopped for rest. "You know, as a creature born to be a tyrant of the skies, dragons seem to require many rests between flights. Mayhaps we are just not sharp enough like birds? What do you think, dead child?"
"rest is a good thing, sir"
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Felicity is laying in the grass. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while.
The dragon approaches her, as they stopped for rest. "You know, as a creature born to be a tyrant of the skies, dragons seem to require many rests between flights. Mayhaps we are just not sharp enough like birds? What do you think, dead child?"
"rest is a good thing, sir"
"Ma'am, though I suppose it is hard to tell gender simply through telepathy. And yes, I understand rest is good, it keeps us from using all our energy, but sometimes impatience leaves and comes with age. And rest can make you so so impatient." She has a infant bird resting on her claw as she lifts it with ease to a nest.
"Saturn, after the titan from mythology. A fitting name for an engine of death, but I'm not one of those anymore. I'm just a man who does what he can."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*The corner thing is a ghoul called Fat Face. I can't think of a way Felicity to get involved in here. At least not yet, sorry. This is a sort of follow up thing I wrote for another interaction.*
*The poison was actually just a drug that induced drowsiness and euphoria. Actually, at that dose it probably would have killed him, so good job.*
The noble says nothing for a while, hanging his head. Eventually, he does speak. "Why don't you just get it over with? I would have killed you in a heartbeat in the same situation."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Then the ghoul probably had a short nap while the noble was unconscious.*
The breathing stops for an uncomfortably long time when you speak. Then a voice crawls out of dead lungs and fills the darkness, "Because killing you makes the fox man happy. I don't want that. Tell me, why are you hunted?"
He sighs. "I killed... a lot of things. Political rivals, animals, whatever. Turns out nature isn't happy when you just toss thousands of corpses into a pit. That's all I can think of. He's probably some nature spirit or something who thinks his authority overrides the King's."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*gtg*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"What a wonderful buffet." You hear the creature sigh, "Delicious. I won't bite the hand that feeds me. You're free to go. You have my valedictions." You hear a heavy grinding sound scrape the darkness away and a sliver of light is torn through the shadows. The tomb has been opened. The noble is free to go.
*See you around.*
*oh ok*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
hi
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"I'm Felicity" she grins"
*hai there bai there*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*hello*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
hello friends!
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"That's a pretty name. Do you know what it means?" He opens one eye curiously.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No, not really sir."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*hello*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*hi*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*hello please*
Felicity is laying in the grass. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The dragon approaches her, as they stopped for rest. "You know, as a creature born to be a tyrant of the skies, dragons seem to require many rests between flights. Mayhaps we are just not sharp enough like birds? What do you think, dead child?"
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"rest is a good thing, sir"
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"Ma'am, though I suppose it is hard to tell gender simply through telepathy. And yes, I understand rest is good, it keeps us from using all our energy, but sometimes impatience leaves and comes with age. And rest can make you so so impatient." She has a infant bird resting on her claw as she lifts it with ease to a nest.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!