In the midst of the sunlit fields stalks a strange being. A large withered sunflower, at least fifteen feet in height, with long gnarled roots, dry, cracked leaves, and a crooked stem. Its once-vibrant petals on its multiple heads now painted dying shades of grey and brown, it looks to the sun, shunning the creeping cold of autumn.
This is Helianth, and it wishes to devour the very sun.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
In the midst of the sunlit fields stalks a strange being. A large withered sunflower, at least fifteen feet in height, with long gnarled roots, dry, cracked leaves, and a crooked stem. Its once-vibrant petals on its multiple heads now painted dying shades of grey and brown, it looks to the sun, shunning the creeping cold of autumn.
This is Helianth, and it wishes to devour the very sun.
*I'll RP later, but frustratingly I gotta go for now.*
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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.
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
In the midst of the sunlit fields stalks a strange being. A large withered sunflower, at least fifteen feet in height, with long gnarled roots, dry, cracked leaves, and a crooked stem. Its once-vibrant petals on its multiple heads now painted dying shades of grey and brown, it looks to the sun, shunning the creeping cold of autumn.
This is Helianth, and it wishes to devour the very sun.
*Back as a snack!*
A shadow man approaches Helianth, dressed in some very grandiose pajamas and nightcap, making him look something like a sleep-obsessed wizard from a children's book. He was invisible a moment ago, only really appearing once he got close. He looks up at the massive sunflower. "Would you like some water?" His voice sounds like creaking floorboards and moaning wind through trees.
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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.
In the midst of the sunlit fields stalks a strange being. A large withered sunflower, at least fifteen feet in height, with long gnarled roots, dry, cracked leaves, and a crooked stem. Its once-vibrant petals on its multiple heads now painted dying shades of grey and brown, it looks to the sun, shunning the creeping cold of autumn.
This is Helianth, and it wishes to devour the very sun.
*Back as a snack!*
A shadow man approaches Helianth, dressed in some very grandiose pajamas and nightcap, making him look something like a sleep-obsessed wizard from a children's book. He was invisible a moment ago, only really appearing once he got close. He looks up at the massive sunflower. "Would you like some water?" His voice sounds like creaking floorboards and moaning wind through trees.
One of Helianth's heads looks at the man, the rest not diverting their gaze from the sun.
"Yes... thank you..." Its voice is hoarse and faint, like a choking animal.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A shadow man approaches Helianth, dressed in some very grandiose pajamas and nightcap, making him look something like a sleep-obsessed wizard from a children's book. He was invisible a moment ago, only really appearing once he got close. He looks up at the massive sunflower. "Would you like some water?" His voice sounds like creaking floorboards and moaning wind through trees.
One of Helianth's heads looks at the man, the rest not diverting their gaze from the sun.
"Yes... thank you..." Its voice is hoarse and faint, like a choking animal.
"You're welcome." The shadow reaches into his hat and pulls out a pitcher of water. He pours it onto Helianth's roots before tipping it back up, at which point it refills. "I'm not sure how much water you need, so if you want more please ask. I don't want to drown you on accident."
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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.
A shadow man approaches Helianth, dressed in some very grandiose pajamas and nightcap, making him look something like a sleep-obsessed wizard from a children's book. He was invisible a moment ago, only really appearing once he got close. He looks up at the massive sunflower. "Would you like some water?" His voice sounds like creaking floorboards and moaning wind through trees.
One of Helianth's heads looks at the man, the rest not diverting their gaze from the sun.
"Yes... thank you..." Its voice is hoarse and faint, like a choking animal.
"You're welcome." The shadow reaches into his hat and pulls out a pitcher of water. He pours it onto Helianth's roots before tipping it back up, at which point it refills. "I'm not sure how much water you need, so if you want more please ask. I don't want to drown you on accident."
The roots absorb the water until the earth beneath it is cracked and dry- but it does not grow any less withered. "This is... enough... thank you..." Another of its heads turns towards the man, the rest remaining fixed. "Who... are you?.."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You're welcome." The shadow reaches into his hat and pulls out a pitcher of water. He pours it onto Helianth's roots before tipping it back up, at which point it refills. "I'm not sure how much water you need, so if you want more please ask. I don't want to drown you on accident."
The roots absorb the water until the earth beneath it is cracked and dry- but it does not grow any less withered. "This is... enough... thank you..." Another of its heads turns towards the man, the rest remaining fixed. "Who... are you?.."
"Some people call me the Boogeyman. It's more of a job than a name, but people have given me so many names that it doesn't matter all that much. They've all lost meaning to me."
He sits down. "I love my job, but it isn't, you know... me. It's not all I am."
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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.
You have tracked down a small gathering of ghouls to a specific graveyard. Huge, black iron gates stand in the way of your entrance.
Fahkar springs upward, grabbing onto the gate, and near-effortlessly climbs the rest of the way before jumping down the other side. They check their surroundings quickly.
Dry yellow grass threatens to swallow up the ancient gravestones marking forgotten tombs. A cool thin mist slithers through the hollows of this cemetery and bald headed buzzards pin wheel up in the sky. Two shrunken figures dart out from behind a shattered, stone angel. They speed between the stones with an ape-like crawl, heading deep into the death yard.
Fahkar follows them quickly and silently, waiting to see which grave they go to.
You hear scraps of their whispers drift by on the mist.
"But Mister President, sir, what if he followed us?"
"You mustn't worry Archchancellor, he's been left in the dust."
"Will the Lady be mad?"
They zig zag through the graves with seemingly random movements, eventually arriving at a tall headstone that is set apart from the others.
Fahkar doesn't make any sense of what they're saying, but decides to transmit his presence into the ghoul's minds via giving an intense sense of discomfort and unsettledness.
The ghouls begin to scramble about worriedly, making agitated choking sounds in the back of their throats. Then they leap at the tombstone and pound on it with their fists shouting, “Let us in! Let us in!”
Fahkar draws his longsword hilt. A blade made of the light of dawn springs from the handle. WIthout a word, Fahkar advances on the stricken ghouls.
They cower as the light falls on their sickly, shriveled skin. The two shrunken men beat on the stone with desperate fists.
And then it slides open. The tombstone swings forward like a door and behind it stands a deep darkness. Two yellow eyes look out at you. Massive yellow eyes the size of pumpkins. Then a deep, gravelly voice bellows, “You dare strike at one of our kind at the threshold of a ghoul gate?”
There is an old horror down here. A nightmare's nightmare. The first of all terrors, and one who has been feeding on fear since the concept had a name.
Under-Bed. Under-Stair. In-The-Closet.
He doesn't exist to be an icon of terror or a child-eating demon. No, he exists to be overcome, and he knows this. They are a master of the dramatic death, orchestrating the empowering victory of each and every youngling who faces him in the dark. He teaches them to leverage their strengths, and teaches them that monsters can be overcome if you only put your heart into it (and maybe gather a few friends).
El Coco. The Bag Man. Bloody Mary.
But he is not weak. To children, he can be stumped with a simple riddle of their own creation, or beaten to death with a flimsy stick. But to adults who decide that they should be the source of fear, he can be a real monster.
The Clown Killer. The Hook. The Phantom.
He never hurts kids. In fact, he rarely hurts adults. But when people who really do know better start muscling in on his territory, choose to be an actual threat to the most defenseless of us all, he gets mad. He stops being a symbol of victory scribbled in black crayon, and starts being a menace in three dimensions, a monster supposedly capable of the vilest deeds if he just got a little closer. He is not made to be defeated like this. He is meant to be placated.
There is an old horror down here. A nightmare's nightmare. The first of all terrors, and one who has been feeding on fear since the concept had a name.
Under-Bed. Under-Stair. In-The-Closet.
He doesn't exist to be an icon of terror or a child-eating demon. No, he exists to be overcome, and he knows this. They are a master of the dramatic death, orchestrating the empowering victory of each and every youngling who faces him in the dark. He teaches them to leverage their strengths, and teaches them that monsters can be overcome if you only put your heart into it (and maybe gather a few friends).
El Coco. The Bag Man. Bloody Mary.
But he is not weak. To children, he can be stumped with a simple riddle of their own creation, or beaten to death with a flimsy stick. But to adults who decide that they should be the source of fear, he can be a real monster.
The Clown Killer. The Hook. The Phantom.
He never hurts kids. In fact, he rarely hurts adults. But when people who really do know better start muscling in on his territory, choose to be an actual threat to the most defenseless of us all, he gets mad. He stops being a symbol of victory scribbled in black crayon, and starts being a menace in three dimensions, a monster supposedly capable of the vilest deeds if he just got a little closer. He is not made to be defeated like this. He is meant to be placated.
The Boogeyman.
*I have to say, this is incredible. I love it.*
*Thank you very much! I've been studying my writing style and trying to come up with a way to describe it, and I ended up coming up with this guy!*
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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.
"You're welcome." The shadow reaches into his hat and pulls out a pitcher of water. He pours it onto Helianth's roots before tipping it back up, at which point it refills. "I'm not sure how much water you need, so if you want more please ask. I don't want to drown you on accident."
The roots absorb the water until the earth beneath it is cracked and dry- but it does not grow any less withered. "This is... enough... thank you..." Another of its heads turns towards the man, the rest remaining fixed. "Who... are you?.."
"Some people call me the Boogeyman. It's more of a job than a name, but people have given me so many names that it doesn't matter all that much. They've all lost meaning to me."
He sits down. "I love my job, but it isn't, you know... me. It's not all I am."
"I... understand..." Helianth fully turns to face him with all its heads. For a brief moment, he can see the sunlight physically fading into and being absorbed by its flowers. "I am... Helianth..."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You're welcome." The shadow reaches into his hat and pulls out a pitcher of water. He pours it onto Helianth's roots before tipping it back up, at which point it refills. "I'm not sure how much water you need, so if you want more please ask. I don't want to drown you on accident."
The roots absorb the water until the earth beneath it is cracked and dry- but it does not grow any less withered. "This is... enough... thank you..." Another of its heads turns towards the man, the rest remaining fixed. "Who... are you?.."
"Some people call me the Boogeyman. It's more of a job than a name, but people have given me so many names that it doesn't matter all that much. They've all lost meaning to me."
He sits down. "I love my job, but it isn't, you know... me. It's not all I am."
"I... understand..." Helianth fully turns to face him with all its heads. For a brief moment, he can see the sunlight physically fading into and being absorbed by its flowers. "I am... Helianth..."
"That's a nice name. I never met a phototroph I didn't like." He puts the pitcher back in his hat and pulls out a rainbow pinwheel. He holds it against the wind so it spins. "I don't usually mess with plants, since it's not my job, but I still like them. Don't have a green thumb though."
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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.
"You're welcome." The shadow reaches into his hat and pulls out a pitcher of water. He pours it onto Helianth's roots before tipping it back up, at which point it refills. "I'm not sure how much water you need, so if you want more please ask. I don't want to drown you on accident."
The roots absorb the water until the earth beneath it is cracked and dry- but it does not grow any less withered. "This is... enough... thank you..." Another of its heads turns towards the man, the rest remaining fixed. "Who... are you?.."
"Some people call me the Boogeyman. It's more of a job than a name, but people have given me so many names that it doesn't matter all that much. They've all lost meaning to me."
He sits down. "I love my job, but it isn't, you know... me. It's not all I am."
"I... understand..." Helianth fully turns to face him with all its heads. For a brief moment, he can see the sunlight physically fading into and being absorbed by its flowers. "I am... Helianth..."
"That's a nice name. I never met a phototroph I didn't like." He puts the pitcher back in his hat and pulls out a rainbow pinwheel. He holds it against the wind so it spins. "I don't usually mess with plants, since it's not my job, but I still like them. Don't have a green thumb though."
"That is... good to know..." One of its leaves begins to curl inwards and flake away at the end, and Helianth returns to taking in sunlight. "Good to know..."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You're welcome." The shadow reaches into his hat and pulls out a pitcher of water. He pours it onto Helianth's roots before tipping it back up, at which point it refills. "I'm not sure how much water you need, so if you want more please ask. I don't want to drown you on accident."
The roots absorb the water until the earth beneath it is cracked and dry- but it does not grow any less withered. "This is... enough... thank you..." Another of its heads turns towards the man, the rest remaining fixed. "Who... are you?.."
"Some people call me the Boogeyman. It's more of a job than a name, but people have given me so many names that it doesn't matter all that much. They've all lost meaning to me."
He sits down. "I love my job, but it isn't, you know... me. It's not all I am."
"I... understand..." Helianth fully turns to face him with all its heads. For a brief moment, he can see the sunlight physically fading into and being absorbed by its flowers. "I am... Helianth..."
"That's a nice name. I never met a phototroph I didn't like." He puts the pitcher back in his hat and pulls out a rainbow pinwheel. He holds it against the wind so it spins. "I don't usually mess with plants, since it's not my job, but I still like them. Don't have a green thumb though."
"That is... good to know..." One of its leaves begins to curl inwards and flake away at the end, and Helianth returns to taking in sunlight. "Good to know..."
He looks up at the flower. "I hope you don't succeed. I have nothing against you, but it would be boring without the sun. Plus, I wouldn't know when it's time to go to work. Unless there's something I don't know. Most of my knowledge is irrational opinions from scared people."
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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.
"You're welcome." The shadow reaches into his hat and pulls out a pitcher of water. He pours it onto Helianth's roots before tipping it back up, at which point it refills. "I'm not sure how much water you need, so if you want more please ask. I don't want to drown you on accident."
The roots absorb the water until the earth beneath it is cracked and dry- but it does not grow any less withered. "This is... enough... thank you..." Another of its heads turns towards the man, the rest remaining fixed. "Who... are you?.."
"Some people call me the Boogeyman. It's more of a job than a name, but people have given me so many names that it doesn't matter all that much. They've all lost meaning to me."
He sits down. "I love my job, but it isn't, you know... me. It's not all I am."
"I... understand..." Helianth fully turns to face him with all its heads. For a brief moment, he can see the sunlight physically fading into and being absorbed by its flowers. "I am... Helianth..."
"That's a nice name. I never met a phototroph I didn't like." He puts the pitcher back in his hat and pulls out a rainbow pinwheel. He holds it against the wind so it spins. "I don't usually mess with plants, since it's not my job, but I still like them. Don't have a green thumb though."
"That is... good to know..." One of its leaves begins to curl inwards and flake away at the end, and Helianth returns to taking in sunlight. "Good to know..."
He looks up at the flower. "I hope you don't succeed. I have nothing against you, but it would be boring without the sun. Plus, I wouldn't know when it's time to go to work. Unless there's something I don't know. Most of my knowledge is irrational opinions from scared people."
"...A pity..." The angle of their heads nearly perfectly follows the slow movement of the sun. "That... will not... stop me... from trying... though..."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He looks up at the flower. "I hope you don't succeed. I have nothing against you, but it would be boring without the sun. Plus, I wouldn't know when it's time to go to work. Unless there's something I don't know. Most of my knowledge is irrational opinions from scared people."
"...A pity..." The angle of their heads nearly perfectly follows the slow movement of the sun. "That... will not... stop me... from trying... though..."
"I wasn't hoping it would. I just wanted you to know." He leans against their tree trunk-like stem as he lays down. "I don't think you want to hurt people. It's not my place to stand in your way."
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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.
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
"Very well" Thint starts to fly southward, towards a circle of broken stone pillars nearly twice her height, or at least they look that tall from here. "How about we explore the catacombs?"
"Oh, okay"
Thint lands in the center of this circle, where a large human like skull with one eye socket, half buried and upside down, sits. “The catacombs are part of the world wide Labyrinth, different because it’s formed from bones rather than simple stone walls and that the only entrances to it specifically are in the Autumn Country.”
*October! Time to get spooky!*
In the midst of the sunlit fields stalks a strange being. A large withered sunflower, at least fifteen feet in height, with long gnarled roots, dry, cracked leaves, and a crooked stem. Its once-vibrant petals on its multiple heads now painted dying shades of grey and brown, it looks to the sun, shunning the creeping cold of autumn.
This is Helianth, and it wishes to devour the very sun.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*I'll RP later, but frustratingly I gotta go for now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*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
*Back as a snack!*
A shadow man approaches Helianth, dressed in some very grandiose pajamas and nightcap, making him look something like a sleep-obsessed wizard from a children's book. He was invisible a moment ago, only really appearing once he got close. He looks up at the massive sunflower. "Would you like some water?" His voice sounds like creaking floorboards and moaning wind through trees.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
One of Helianth's heads looks at the man, the rest not diverting their gaze from the sun.
"Yes... thank you..." Its voice is hoarse and faint, like a choking animal.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"You're welcome." The shadow reaches into his hat and pulls out a pitcher of water. He pours it onto Helianth's roots before tipping it back up, at which point it refills. "I'm not sure how much water you need, so if you want more please ask. I don't want to drown you on accident."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The roots absorb the water until the earth beneath it is cracked and dry- but it does not grow any less withered. "This is... enough... thank you..." Another of its heads turns towards the man, the rest remaining fixed. "Who... are you?.."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Some people call me the Boogeyman. It's more of a job than a name, but people have given me so many names that it doesn't matter all that much. They've all lost meaning to me."
He sits down. "I love my job, but it isn't, you know... me. It's not all I am."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They cower as the light falls on their sickly, shriveled skin. The two shrunken men beat on the stone with desperate fists.
And then it slides open. The tombstone swings forward like a door and behind it stands a deep darkness. Two yellow eyes look out at you. Massive yellow eyes the size of pumpkins. Then a deep, gravelly voice bellows, “You dare strike at one of our kind at the threshold of a ghoul gate?”
*I have to say, this is incredible. I love it.*
*Thank you very much! I've been studying my writing style and trying to come up with a way to describe it, and I ended up coming up with this guy!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I... understand..." Helianth fully turns to face him with all its heads. For a brief moment, he can see the sunlight physically fading into and being absorbed by its flowers. "I am... Helianth..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"That's a nice name. I never met a phototroph I didn't like." He puts the pitcher back in his hat and pulls out a rainbow pinwheel. He holds it against the wind so it spins. "I don't usually mess with plants, since it's not my job, but I still like them. Don't have a green thumb though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"That is... good to know..." One of its leaves begins to curl inwards and flake away at the end, and Helianth returns to taking in sunlight. "Good to know..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
He looks up at the flower. "I hope you don't succeed. I have nothing against you, but it would be boring without the sun. Plus, I wouldn't know when it's time to go to work. Unless there's something I don't know. Most of my knowledge is irrational opinions from scared people."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"...A pity..." The angle of their heads nearly perfectly follows the slow movement of the sun. "That... will not... stop me... from trying... though..."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"I wasn't hoping it would. I just wanted you to know." He leans against their tree trunk-like stem as he lays down. "I don't think you want to hurt people. It's not my place to stand in your way."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hello friend*
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
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Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!