Wandering through a field, his boots crunching on the leaves, is a man wearing a black cloak. On his back is a spear. He wears black boots, grey pants, and a reddish orange t-shirt. His hair is short and blonde and he has warm hazel eyes. He humans to himself as he digs in the satchel hanging from his shoulder.
He begins to approach a graveyard not too far from the Autumn castle. Its low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads: Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering dead Care packages accepted Do not poke the ghosts.
A large black dog-like humanoid tends to a rosebush. He has a scythe strapped to his back and wears a woolen shepherd's vest
The young man looks up and smiles, walking towards them
He speaks in a deep irish brogue "Weapons on the grass, if you have any."
"And why should i do that?" he says, his voice soft and even
"Trust is earned, lad. Until I know you're no harm to ma' graveyard ah take precautions"
"I have no reason to harm the dead. Unless they try to harm me."
"precautions." He snarls. "You're perfectly safe. I protect the living as well as the dead."
He man sighs, removing the spear from his back and slowly shoving it into his satchel.
"the ground. Please"
"Its out of sight. Why does it matter if its on the ground?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Wandering through a field, his boots crunching on the leaves, is a man wearing a black cloak. On his back is a spear. He wears black boots, grey pants, and a reddish orange t-shirt. His hair is short and blonde and he has warm hazel eyes. He humans to himself as he digs in the satchel hanging from his shoulder.
He begins to approach a graveyard not too far from the Autumn castle. Its low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads: Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering dead Care packages accepted Do not poke the ghosts.
A large black dog-like humanoid tends to a rosebush. He has a scythe strapped to his back and wears a woolen shepherd's vest
The young man looks up and smiles, walking towards them
He speaks in a deep irish brogue "Weapons on the grass, if you have any."
"And why should i do that?" he says, his voice soft and even
"Trust is earned, lad. Until I know you're no harm to ma' graveyard ah take precautions"
"I have no reason to harm the dead. Unless they try to harm me."
"precautions." He snarls. "You're perfectly safe. I protect the living as well as the dead."
He man sighs, removing the spear from his back and slowly shoving it into his satchel.
"the ground. Please"
"Its out of sight. Why does it matter if its on the ground?"
"Out of sight, not out of reach."
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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
Wandering through a field, his boots crunching on the leaves, is a man wearing a black cloak. On his back is a spear. He wears black boots, grey pants, and a reddish orange t-shirt. His hair is short and blonde and he has warm hazel eyes. He humans to himself as he digs in the satchel hanging from his shoulder.
He begins to approach a graveyard not too far from the Autumn castle. Its low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads: Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering dead Care packages accepted Do not poke the ghosts.
A large black dog-like humanoid tends to a rosebush. He has a scythe strapped to his back and wears a woolen shepherd's vest
The young man looks up and smiles, walking towards them
He speaks in a deep irish brogue "Weapons on the grass, if you have any."
"And why should i do that?" he says, his voice soft and even
"Trust is earned, lad. Until I know you're no harm to ma' graveyard ah take precautions"
"I have no reason to harm the dead. Unless they try to harm me."
"precautions." He snarls. "You're perfectly safe. I protect the living as well as the dead."
He man sighs, removing the spear from his back and slowly shoving it into his satchel.
"the ground. Please"
"Its out of sight. Why does it matter if its on the ground?"
"Out of sight, not out of reach."
He sighs, swiftly stabbing the spear into the dirt. "Happy?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Wandering through a field, his boots crunching on the leaves, is a man wearing a black cloak. On his back is a spear. He wears black boots, grey pants, and a reddish orange t-shirt. His hair is short and blonde and he has warm hazel eyes. He humans to himself as he digs in the satchel hanging from his shoulder.
He begins to approach a graveyard not too far from the Autumn castle. Its low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads: Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering dead Care packages accepted Do not poke the ghosts.
A large black dog-like humanoid tends to a rosebush. He has a scythe strapped to his back and wears a woolen shepherd's vest
The young man looks up and smiles, walking towards them
He speaks in a deep irish brogue "Weapons on the grass, if you have any."
"And why should i do that?" he says, his voice soft and even
"Trust is earned, lad. Until I know you're no harm to ma' graveyard ah take precautions"
"I have no reason to harm the dead. Unless they try to harm me."
"precautions." He snarls. "You're perfectly safe. I protect the living as well as the dead."
He man sighs, removing the spear from his back and slowly shoving it into his satchel.
"the ground. Please"
"Its out of sight. Why does it matter if its on the ground?"
"Out of sight, not out of reach."
He sighs, swiftly stabbing the spear into the dirt. "Happy?"
"Yes. Ye' can come in now." the grim stands to the side, no longer blocking the gate.
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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
Wandering through a field, his boots crunching on the leaves, is a man wearing a black cloak. On his back is a spear. He wears black boots, grey pants, and a reddish orange t-shirt. His hair is short and blonde and he has warm hazel eyes. He humans to himself as he digs in the satchel hanging from his shoulder.
He begins to approach a graveyard not too far from the Autumn castle. Its low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads: Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering dead Care packages accepted Do not poke the ghosts.
A large black dog-like humanoid tends to a rosebush. He has a scythe strapped to his back and wears a woolen shepherd's vest
The young man looks up and smiles, walking towards them
He speaks in a deep irish brogue "Weapons on the grass, if you have any."
"And why should i do that?" he says, his voice soft and even
"Trust is earned, lad. Until I know you're no harm to ma' graveyard ah take precautions"
"I have no reason to harm the dead. Unless they try to harm me."
"precautions." He snarls. "You're perfectly safe. I protect the living as well as the dead."
He man sighs, removing the spear from his back and slowly shoving it into his satchel.
"the ground. Please"
"Its out of sight. Why does it matter if its on the ground?"
"Out of sight, not out of reach."
He sighs, swiftly stabbing the spear into the dirt. "Happy?"
"Yes. Ye' can come in now." the grim stands to the side, no longer blocking the gate.
The man rolls his eyes, walking inside. "I dont believe i caught your name."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'll stat him out later, for now just assume he's a priest but weaker.*
A strange, skeletal creature is walking toward the graveyard. It has the skull of some sort of unrecognizable animal, like a wolf with antlers. The entire thing is covered in fur and wrapped in scrap armor and a crude facsimile of priestly robes. Its right arm is oversized and monstrous, visibly weighing it down as it steadies itself with a wooden staff made out of a sturdy branch with a hand of glory on top.
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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.
Wandering through a field, his boots crunching on the leaves, is a man wearing a black cloak. On his back is a spear. He wears black boots, grey pants, and a reddish orange t-shirt. His hair is short and blonde and he has warm hazel eyes. He humans to himself as he digs in the satchel hanging from his shoulder.
He begins to approach a graveyard not too far from the Autumn castle. Its low stone walls are weathered and a rough wooden sign is stuck in the grass just outside the entrance. It reads: Assistant graveyard keeper needed Graves available for wandering dead Care packages accepted Do not poke the ghosts.
A large black dog-like humanoid tends to a rosebush. He has a scythe strapped to his back and wears a woolen shepherd's vest
The young man looks up and smiles, walking towards them
He speaks in a deep irish brogue "Weapons on the grass, if you have any."
"And why should i do that?" he says, his voice soft and even
"Trust is earned, lad. Until I know you're no harm to ma' graveyard ah take precautions"
"I have no reason to harm the dead. Unless they try to harm me."
"precautions." He snarls. "You're perfectly safe. I protect the living as well as the dead."
He man sighs, removing the spear from his back and slowly shoving it into his satchel.
"the ground. Please"
"Its out of sight. Why does it matter if its on the ground?"
"Out of sight, not out of reach."
He sighs, swiftly stabbing the spear into the dirt. "Happy?"
"Yes. Ye' can come in now." the grim stands to the side, no longer blocking the gate.
The man rolls his eyes, walking inside. "I dont believe i caught your name."
"The name's Flint Parish. I'm the grim of this boneyard."
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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'll stat him out later, for now just assume he's a priest but weaker.*
A strange, skeletal creature is walking toward the graveyard. It has the skull of some sort of unrecognizable animal, like a wolf with antlers. The entire thing is covered in fur and wrapped in scrap armor and a crude facsimile of priestly robes. Its right arm is oversized and monstrous, visibly weighing it down as it steadies itself with a wooden staff made out of a sturdy branch with a hand of glory on top.
A young man wearing a black cloak looks over. On his back is a spear. He wears black boots, grey pants, and a reddish orange t-shirt. His hair is short and blonde and he has warm hazel eyes. He humans to himself as he digs in the satchel hanging from his shoulder.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'll stat him out later, for now just assume he's a priest but weaker.*
A strange, skeletal creature is walking toward the graveyard. It has the skull of some sort of unrecognizable animal, like a wolf with antlers. The entire thing is covered in fur and wrapped in scrap armor and a crude facsimile of priestly robes. Its right arm is oversized and monstrous, visibly weighing it down as it steadies itself with a wooden staff made out of a sturdy branch with a hand of glory on top.
A young man wearing a black cloak looks over. On his back is a spear. He wears black boots, grey pants, and a reddish orange t-shirt. His hair is short and blonde and he has warm hazel eyes. He hums to himself as he digs in the satchel hanging from his shoulder.
The darkbeast (using Bloodborne terminology here) leans to the side curiously, slumping against its staff. "Hello. What brings you here?" His voice is very scratchy and unpleasant.
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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'll stat him out later, for now just assume he's a priest but weaker.*
A strange, skeletal creature is walking toward the graveyard. It has the skull of some sort of unrecognizable animal, like a wolf with antlers. The entire thing is covered in fur and wrapped in scrap armor and a crude facsimile of priestly robes. Its right arm is oversized and monstrous, visibly weighing it down as it steadies itself with a wooden staff made out of a sturdy branch with a hand of glory on top.
A young man wearing a black cloak looks over. On his back is a spear. He wears black boots, grey pants, and a reddish orange t-shirt. His hair is short and blonde and he has warm hazel eyes. He hums to himself as he digs in the satchel hanging from his shoulder.
The darkbeast (using Bloodborne terminology here) leans to the side curiously, slumping against its staff. "Hello. What brings you here?" His voice is very scratchy and unpleasant.
"just wandering." he says softly, looking up at the figure.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'll stat him out later, for now just assume he's a priest but weaker.*
A strange, skeletal creature is walking toward the graveyard. It has the skull of some sort of unrecognizable animal, like a wolf with antlers. The entire thing is covered in fur and wrapped in scrap armor and a crude facsimile of priestly robes. Its right arm is oversized and monstrous, visibly weighing it down as it steadies itself with a wooden staff made out of a sturdy branch with a hand of glory on top.
A young man wearing a black cloak looks over. On his back is a spear. He wears black boots, grey pants, and a reddish orange t-shirt. His hair is short and blonde and he has warm hazel eyes. He hums to himself as he digs in the satchel hanging from his shoulder.
The darkbeast (using Bloodborne terminology here) leans to the side curiously, slumping against its staff. "Hello. What brings you here?" His voice is very scratchy and unpleasant.
"just wandering." he says softly, looking up at the figure.
"You're not lost, are you?" It takes a step forward, its legs shaking like it's about to fall.
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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.
"The name's Flint Parish. I'm the grim of this boneyard."
"Pleasure. My names Apollon Vargrass."
"So, Apollo, what brings you to visit mah graveyard?" Behind him, a ghost rises from a grave and tries to get a better look at the visitor
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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'll stat him out later, for now just assume he's a priest but weaker.*
A strange, skeletal creature is walking toward the graveyard. It has the skull of some sort of unrecognizable animal, like a wolf with antlers. The entire thing is covered in fur and wrapped in scrap armor and a crude facsimile of priestly robes. Its right arm is oversized and monstrous, visibly weighing it down as it steadies itself with a wooden staff made out of a sturdy branch with a hand of glory on top.
A young man wearing a black cloak looks over. On his back is a spear. He wears black boots, grey pants, and a reddish orange t-shirt. His hair is short and blonde and he has warm hazel eyes. He hums to himself as he digs in the satchel hanging from his shoulder.
The darkbeast (using Bloodborne terminology here) leans to the side curiously, slumping against its staff. "Hello. What brings you here?" His voice is very scratchy and unpleasant.
"just wandering." he says softly, looking up at the figure.
"You're not lost, are you?" It takes a step forward, its legs shaking like it's about to fall.
"No." he gazes at the shaking legs. "Are you alright?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You're not lost, are you?" It takes a step forward, its legs shaking like it's about to fall.
"No." he gazes at the shaking legs. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, child. I am simply... tired. I haven't had a place to rest my bones in a while. Even a couple days of tending shrines will wear you out if you don't rest."
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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.
"The name's Flint Parish. I'm the grim of this boneyard."
"Pleasure. My names Apollon Vargrass."
"So, Apollo, what brings you to visit mah graveyard?" Behind him, a ghost rises from a grave and tries to get a better look at the visitor
"Just passing through." he says, eyeing the spirit.
Flint looks over his shoulder at the specter. "Ah. She's harmless. Adrienne Horne's er name, If I'm not mistaken." The ghost nods. She looks to be a youngish woman, with wavy dull blond hair neatly braided, and brown eyes.
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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
"You're not lost, are you?" It takes a step forward, its legs shaking like it's about to fall.
"No." he gazes at the shaking legs. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, child. I am simply... tired. I haven't had a place to rest my bones in a while. Even a couple days of tending shrines will wear you out if you don't rest."
He offers his hand to the creature. "Please, sit. Rest."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The name's Flint Parish. I'm the grim of this boneyard."
"Pleasure. My names Apollon Vargrass."
"So, Apollo, what brings you to visit mah graveyard?" Behind him, a ghost rises from a grave and tries to get a better look at the visitor
"Just passing through." he says, eyeing the spirit.
Flint looks over his shoulder at the specter. "Ah. She's harmless. Adrienne Horne's er name, If I'm not mistaken." The ghost nods. She looks to be a youngish woman, with wavy dull blond hair neatly braided, and brown eyes.
Apollon fidgets with a few protective talismans around his neck. "I see..."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"The name's Flint Parish. I'm the grim of this boneyard."
"Pleasure. My names Apollon Vargrass."
"So, Apollo, what brings you to visit mah graveyard?" Behind him, a ghost rises from a grave and tries to get a better look at the visitor
"Just passing through." he says, eyeing the spirit.
Flint looks over his shoulder at the specter. "Ah. She's harmless. Adrienne Horne's er name, If I'm not mistaken." The ghost nods. She looks to be a youngish woman, with wavy dull blond hair neatly braided, and brown eyes.
Apollon fidgets with a few protective talismans around his neck. "I see..."
"Just one of the more curious folk. Nothin' to be scared of, laddie." his tail wags slightly
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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
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"Its out of sight. Why does it matter if its on the ground?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Out of sight, not out of reach."
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
He sighs, swiftly stabbing the spear into the dirt. "Happy?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yes. Ye' can come in now." the grim stands to the side, no longer blocking the gate.
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 man rolls his eyes, walking inside. "I dont believe i caught your name."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'll stat him out later, for now just assume he's a priest but weaker.*
A strange, skeletal creature is walking toward the graveyard. It has the skull of some sort of unrecognizable animal, like a wolf with antlers. The entire thing is covered in fur and wrapped in scrap armor and a crude facsimile of priestly robes. Its right arm is oversized and monstrous, visibly weighing it down as it steadies itself with a wooden staff made out of a sturdy branch with a hand of glory on top.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The name's Flint Parish. I'm the grim of this boneyard."
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
A young man wearing a black cloak looks over. On his back is a spear. He wears black boots, grey pants, and a reddish orange t-shirt. His hair is short and blonde and he has warm hazel eyes. He humans to himself as he digs in the satchel hanging from his shoulder.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Pleasure. My names Apollon Vargrass."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The darkbeast (using Bloodborne terminology here) leans to the side curiously, slumping against its staff. "Hello. What brings you here?" His voice is very scratchy and unpleasant.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"just wandering." he says softly, looking up at the figure.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"You're not lost, are you?" It takes a step forward, its legs shaking like it's about to fall.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"So, Apollo, what brings you to visit mah graveyard?" Behind him, a ghost rises from a grave and tries to get a better look at the visitor
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
"No." he gazes at the shaking legs. "Are you alright?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Just passing through." he says, eyeing the spirit.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yes, child. I am simply... tired. I haven't had a place to rest my bones in a while. Even a couple days of tending shrines will wear you out if you don't rest."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Flint looks over his shoulder at the specter. "Ah. She's harmless. Adrienne Horne's er name, If I'm not mistaken." The ghost nods. She looks to be a youngish woman, with wavy dull blond hair neatly braided, and brown eyes.
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
He offers his hand to the creature. "Please, sit. Rest."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Apollon fidgets with a few protective talismans around his neck. "I see..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Just one of the more curious folk. Nothin' to be scared of, laddie." his tail wags slightly
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