A man is walking down a road with his hands casually in his pockets. He is dressed in a fine suit and tie and a fedora crowns his head. He isn’t very tall, and he is fairly thin with a lean face. If one watches him closely they notice that his form lacks color. It’s hard to tell for he always seems to be standing in thick, hue dulling shadow, but his body is completely void of color.
A man is walking down a road with his hands casually in his pockets. He is dressed in a fine suit and tie and a fedora crowns his head. He isn’t very tall, and he is fairly thin with a lean face. If one watches him closely they notice that his form lacks color. It’s hard to tell for he always seems to be standing in thick, hue dulling shadow, but his body is completely void of color.
Apollon observed him from afar. The hunters sharp eyesight picking any details he can from the man and the way he walks and holds himself. His hand stays near his spear just in case it’s a threat.
A man is walking down a road with his hands casually in his pockets. He is dressed in a fine suit and tie and a fedora crowns his head. He isn’t very tall, and he is fairly thin with a lean face. If one watches him closely they notice that his form lacks color. It’s hard to tell for he always seems to be standing in thick, hue dulling shadow, but his body is completely void of color.
Apollon observed him from afar. The hunters sharp eyesight picking any details he can from the man and the way he walks and holds himself. His hand stays near his spear just in case it’s a threat.
You see that he holds himself in a very dignified manner. Like a man who has spent much time with very important people and considers himself to be one of them. You also notice his shadow as it slides along the ground behind him. It is dark, but it seems to hold more color than the man’s body.
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 man is walking down a road with his hands casually in his pockets. He is dressed in a fine suit and tie and a fedora crowns his head. He isn’t very tall, and he is fairly thin with a lean face. If one watches him closely they notice that his form lacks color. It’s hard to tell for he always seems to be standing in thick, hue dulling shadow, but his body is completely void of color.
Apollon observed him from afar. The hunters sharp eyesight picking any details he can from the man and the way he walks and holds himself. His hand stays near his spear just in case it’s a threat.
You see that he holds himself in a very dignified manner. Like a man who has spent much time with very important people and considers himself to be one of them. You also notice his shadow as it slides along the ground behind him. It is dark, but it seems to hold more color than the man’s body.
“Your shadow has more substance than you do.” Apollon calls out
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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.
A man is walking down a road with his hands casually in his pockets. He is dressed in a fine suit and tie and a fedora crowns his head. He isn’t very tall, and he is fairly thin with a lean face. If one watches him closely they notice that his form lacks color. It’s hard to tell for he always seems to be standing in thick, hue dulling shadow, but his body is completely void of color.
Apollon observed him from afar. The hunters sharp eyesight picking any details he can from the man and the way he walks and holds himself. His hand stays near his spear just in case it’s a threat.
You see that he holds himself in a very dignified manner. Like a man who has spent much time with very important people and considers himself to be one of them. You also notice his shadow as it slides along the ground behind him. It is dark, but it seems to hold more color than the man’s body.
“Your shadow has more substance than you do.” Apollon calls out
His head snaps towards you and a look of anger stains his dark face. It is clumsily replaced by a forced smile as he speaks, “No sir, you are mistaken. It is not I that lacks substance, my shadow simply has more than the average shade. Still, it doesn’t surpass me in substance,” he says with a laugh, “That would be absurd!”
A man is walking down a road with his hands casually in his pockets. He is dressed in a fine suit and tie and a fedora crowns his head. He isn’t very tall, and he is fairly thin with a lean face. If one watches him closely they notice that his form lacks color. It’s hard to tell for he always seems to be standing in thick, hue dulling shadow, but his body is completely void of color.
Apollon observed him from afar. The hunters sharp eyesight picking any details he can from the man and the way he walks and holds himself. His hand stays near his spear just in case it’s a threat.
You see that he holds himself in a very dignified manner. Like a man who has spent much time with very important people and considers himself to be one of them. You also notice his shadow as it slides along the ground behind him. It is dark, but it seems to hold more color than the man’s body.
“Your shadow has more substance than you do.” Apollon calls out
His head snaps towards you and a look of anger stains his dark face. It is clumsily replaced by a forced smile as he speaks, “No sir, you are mistaken. It is not I that lacks substance, my shadow simply has more than the average shade. Still, it doesn’t surpass me in substance,” he says with a laugh, “That would be absurd!”
Apollon spins his spear idly. “Not really.” He says evenly. “There are some creatures who are shadow, more real than you or I.”
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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.
A man is walking down a road with his hands casually in his pockets. He is dressed in a fine suit and tie and a fedora crowns his head. He isn’t very tall, and he is fairly thin with a lean face. If one watches him closely they notice that his form lacks color. It’s hard to tell for he always seems to be standing in thick, hue dulling shadow, but his body is completely void of color.
Apollon observed him from afar. The hunters sharp eyesight picking any details he can from the man and the way he walks and holds himself. His hand stays near his spear just in case it’s a threat.
You see that he holds himself in a very dignified manner. Like a man who has spent much time with very important people and considers himself to be one of them. You also notice his shadow as it slides along the ground behind him. It is dark, but it seems to hold more color than the man’s body.
“Your shadow has more substance than you do.” Apollon calls out
His head snaps towards you and a look of anger stains his dark face. It is clumsily replaced by a forced smile as he speaks, “No sir, you are mistaken. It is not I that lacks substance, my shadow simply has more than the average shade. Still, it doesn’t surpass me in substance,” he says with a laugh, “That would be absurd!”
Apollon spins his spear idly. “Not really.” He says evenly. “There are some creatures who are shadow, more real than you or I.”
“Hm, yes. I am familiar with those creatures but they can barely be considered alive. They are mere wisps of darkness, pale echoes of beings such as you and I.”
A man is walking down a road with his hands casually in his pockets. He is dressed in a fine suit and tie and a fedora crowns his head. He isn’t very tall, and he is fairly thin with a lean face. If one watches him closely they notice that his form lacks color. It’s hard to tell for he always seems to be standing in thick, hue dulling shadow, but his body is completely void of color.
Apollon observed him from afar. The hunters sharp eyesight picking any details he can from the man and the way he walks and holds himself. His hand stays near his spear just in case it’s a threat.
You see that he holds himself in a very dignified manner. Like a man who has spent much time with very important people and considers himself to be one of them. You also notice his shadow as it slides along the ground behind him. It is dark, but it seems to hold more color than the man’s body.
“Your shadow has more substance than you do.” Apollon calls out
His head snaps towards you and a look of anger stains his dark face. It is clumsily replaced by a forced smile as he speaks, “No sir, you are mistaken. It is not I that lacks substance, my shadow simply has more than the average shade. Still, it doesn’t surpass me in substance,” he says with a laugh, “That would be absurd!”
Apollon spins his spear idly. “Not really.” He says evenly. “There are some creatures who are shadow, more real than you or I.”
“Hm, yes. I am familiar with those creatures but they can barely be considered alive. They are mere wisps of darkness, pale echoes of beings such as you and I.”
“And yet, they slay the living as if they were alive.” He says, watching the man’s every move carefully
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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.
A man is walking down a road with his hands casually in his pockets. He is dressed in a fine suit and tie and a fedora crowns his head. He isn’t very tall, and he is fairly thin with a lean face. If one watches him closely they notice that his form lacks color. It’s hard to tell for he always seems to be standing in thick, hue dulling shadow, but his body is completely void of color.
Apollon observed him from afar. The hunters sharp eyesight picking any details he can from the man and the way he walks and holds himself. His hand stays near his spear just in case it’s a threat.
You see that he holds himself in a very dignified manner. Like a man who has spent much time with very important people and considers himself to be one of them. You also notice his shadow as it slides along the ground behind him. It is dark, but it seems to hold more color than the man’s body.
“Your shadow has more substance than you do.” Apollon calls out
His head snaps towards you and a look of anger stains his dark face. It is clumsily replaced by a forced smile as he speaks, “No sir, you are mistaken. It is not I that lacks substance, my shadow simply has more than the average shade. Still, it doesn’t surpass me in substance,” he says with a laugh, “That would be absurd!”
Apollon spins his spear idly. “Not really.” He says evenly. “There are some creatures who are shadow, more real than you or I.”
“Hm, yes. I am familiar with those creatures but they can barely be considered alive. They are mere wisps of darkness, pale echoes of beings such as you and I.”
“And yet, they slay the living as if they were alive.” He says, watching the man’s every move carefully
He smiles a smooth, relaxed eye smile, “It doesn’t take much to kill a man. Gravity, germs, the temperature, all these things have killed many men and they are even less alive than a living shadow.”
A man is walking down a road with his hands casually in his pockets. He is dressed in a fine suit and tie and a fedora crowns his head. He isn’t very tall, and he is fairly thin with a lean face. If one watches him closely they notice that his form lacks color. It’s hard to tell for he always seems to be standing in thick, hue dulling shadow, but his body is completely void of color.
Apollon observed him from afar. The hunters sharp eyesight picking any details he can from the man and the way he walks and holds himself. His hand stays near his spear just in case it’s a threat.
You see that he holds himself in a very dignified manner. Like a man who has spent much time with very important people and considers himself to be one of them. You also notice his shadow as it slides along the ground behind him. It is dark, but it seems to hold more color than the man’s body.
“Your shadow has more substance than you do.” Apollon calls out
His head snaps towards you and a look of anger stains his dark face. It is clumsily replaced by a forced smile as he speaks, “No sir, you are mistaken. It is not I that lacks substance, my shadow simply has more than the average shade. Still, it doesn’t surpass me in substance,” he says with a laugh, “That would be absurd!”
Apollon spins his spear idly. “Not really.” He says evenly. “There are some creatures who are shadow, more real than you or I.”
“Hm, yes. I am familiar with those creatures but they can barely be considered alive. They are mere wisps of darkness, pale echoes of beings such as you and I.”
“And yet, they slay the living as if they were alive.” He says, watching the man’s every move carefully
He smiles a smooth, relaxed eye smile, “It doesn’t take much to kill a man. Gravity, germs, the temperature, all these things have killed many men and they are even less alive than a living shadow.”
“Who are you? Are you loyal to the king of Autumn?” He asks, changing the subject
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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.
A man is walking down a road with his hands casually in his pockets. He is dressed in a fine suit and tie and a fedora crowns his head. He isn’t very tall, and he is fairly thin with a lean face. If one watches him closely they notice that his form lacks color. It’s hard to tell for he always seems to be standing in thick, hue dulling shadow, but his body is completely void of color.
Apollon observed him from afar. The hunters sharp eyesight picking any details he can from the man and the way he walks and holds himself. His hand stays near his spear just in case it’s a threat.
You see that he holds himself in a very dignified manner. Like a man who has spent much time with very important people and considers himself to be one of them. You also notice his shadow as it slides along the ground behind him. It is dark, but it seems to hold more color than the man’s body.
“Your shadow has more substance than you do.” Apollon calls out
His head snaps towards you and a look of anger stains his dark face. It is clumsily replaced by a forced smile as he speaks, “No sir, you are mistaken. It is not I that lacks substance, my shadow simply has more than the average shade. Still, it doesn’t surpass me in substance,” he says with a laugh, “That would be absurd!”
Apollon spins his spear idly. “Not really.” He says evenly. “There are some creatures who are shadow, more real than you or I.”
“Hm, yes. I am familiar with those creatures but they can barely be considered alive. They are mere wisps of darkness, pale echoes of beings such as you and I.”
“And yet, they slay the living as if they were alive.” He says, watching the man’s every move carefully
He smiles a smooth, relaxed eye smile, “It doesn’t take much to kill a man. Gravity, germs, the temperature, all these things have killed many men and they are even less alive than a living shadow.”
“Who are you? Are you loyal to the king of Autumn?” He asks, changing the subject
He blinks, “You can call me Mr. Ombré. I do serve in the Autumn Court, yes, as the Master of Gloom.”
A man is walking down a road with his hands casually in his pockets. He is dressed in a fine suit and tie and a fedora crowns his head. He isn’t very tall, and he is fairly thin with a lean face. If one watches him closely they notice that his form lacks color. It’s hard to tell for he always seems to be standing in thick, hue dulling shadow, but his body is completely void of color.
Apollon observed him from afar. The hunters sharp eyesight picking any details he can from the man and the way he walks and holds himself. His hand stays near his spear just in case it’s a threat.
You see that he holds himself in a very dignified manner. Like a man who has spent much time with very important people and considers himself to be one of them. You also notice his shadow as it slides along the ground behind him. It is dark, but it seems to hold more color than the man’s body.
“Your shadow has more substance than you do.” Apollon calls out
His head snaps towards you and a look of anger stains his dark face. It is clumsily replaced by a forced smile as he speaks, “No sir, you are mistaken. It is not I that lacks substance, my shadow simply has more than the average shade. Still, it doesn’t surpass me in substance,” he says with a laugh, “That would be absurd!”
Apollon spins his spear idly. “Not really.” He says evenly. “There are some creatures who are shadow, more real than you or I.”
“Hm, yes. I am familiar with those creatures but they can barely be considered alive. They are mere wisps of darkness, pale echoes of beings such as you and I.”
“And yet, they slay the living as if they were alive.” He says, watching the man’s every move carefully
He smiles a smooth, relaxed eye smile, “It doesn’t take much to kill a man. Gravity, germs, the temperature, all these things have killed many men and they are even less alive than a living shadow.”
“Who are you? Are you loyal to the king of Autumn?” He asks, changing the subject
He blinks, “You can call me Mr. Ombré. I do serve in the Autumn Court, yes, as the Master of Gloom.”
“Lovely.” He says, spinning his spear faster with one hand. “Does the king know of the Hunter yet, Master of Gloom?”
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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.
A man is walking down a road with his hands casually in his pockets. He is dressed in a fine suit and tie and a fedora crowns his head. He isn’t very tall, and he is fairly thin with a lean face. If one watches him closely they notice that his form lacks color. It’s hard to tell for he always seems to be standing in thick, hue dulling shadow, but his body is completely void of color.
Apollon observed him from afar. The hunters sharp eyesight picking any details he can from the man and the way he walks and holds himself. His hand stays near his spear just in case it’s a threat.
You see that he holds himself in a very dignified manner. Like a man who has spent much time with very important people and considers himself to be one of them. You also notice his shadow as it slides along the ground behind him. It is dark, but it seems to hold more color than the man’s body.
“Your shadow has more substance than you do.” Apollon calls out
His head snaps towards you and a look of anger stains his dark face. It is clumsily replaced by a forced smile as he speaks, “No sir, you are mistaken. It is not I that lacks substance, my shadow simply has more than the average shade. Still, it doesn’t surpass me in substance,” he says with a laugh, “That would be absurd!”
Apollon spins his spear idly. “Not really.” He says evenly. “There are some creatures who are shadow, more real than you or I.”
“Hm, yes. I am familiar with those creatures but they can barely be considered alive. They are mere wisps of darkness, pale echoes of beings such as you and I.”
“And yet, they slay the living as if they were alive.” He says, watching the man’s every move carefully
He smiles a smooth, relaxed eye smile, “It doesn’t take much to kill a man. Gravity, germs, the temperature, all these things have killed many men and they are even less alive than a living shadow.”
“Who are you? Are you loyal to the king of Autumn?” He asks, changing the subject
He blinks, “You can call me Mr. Ombré. I do serve in the Autumn Court, yes, as the Master of Gloom.”
“Lovely.” He says, spinning his spear faster with one hand. “Does the king know of the Hunter yet, Master of Gloom?”
He considers you shrewdly, “There has been talk in court… Are you the man?”
Apollon smiles, his eyes flashing red as he stops spinning his spear. “I am. Know this, Master of Gloom, the King and his Counsel shall meet their end by my hand. I am a Hunter. The Flame of Frenzy. And I have yet to be bested.”
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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.
Apollon smiles, his eyes flashing red as he stops spinning his spear. “I am. Know this, Master of Gloom, the King and his Counsel shall meet their end by my hand. I am a Hunter. The Flame of Frenzy. And I have yet to be bested.”
“I see,” He says, “I hope that when you take out the King you’ll be willing to spare a number of his Court.” The shadows draped across his body seem to darken, veiling his features even more. “And how do you expect to supplant the King in his own domain? You are attacking him where he is strongest.”
Apollon smiles, his eyes flashing red as he stops spinning his spear. “I am. Know this, Master of Gloom, the King and his Counsel shall meet their end by my hand. I am a Hunter. The Flame of Frenzy. And I have yet to be bested.”
“I see,” He says, “I hope that when you take out the King you’ll be willing to spare a number of his Court.” The shadows draped across his body seem to darken, veiling his features even more. “And how do you expect to supplant the King in his own domain? You are attacking him where he is strongest.”
*I have to go coach a soccer game soon.*
*ooo! Have fun!*
”Firstly, I’ll spare whoever is least loyal to the king. Second, wether it’s his domain or not, i will burn him to ashes and let chaos take this world.” He says, a sick smile on his face
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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.
Apollon smiles, his eyes flashing red as he stops spinning his spear. “I am. Know this, Master of Gloom, the King and his Counsel shall meet their end by my hand. I am a Hunter. The Flame of Frenzy. And I have yet to be bested.”
“I see,” He says, “I hope that when you take out the King you’ll be willing to spare a number of his Court.” The shadows draped across his body seem to darken, veiling his features even more. “And how do you expect to supplant the King in his own domain? You are attacking him where he is strongest.”
*I have to go coach a soccer game soon.*
*ooo! Have fun!*
3”Firstly, I’ll spare whoever is least loyal to the king. Second, wether it’s his domain or not, i will burn him to ashes and let chaos take this world.” He says, a sick smile on his
“Well, you have the confidence.” He says dryly, “I hope you don’t mind me not swearing my allegiance to a murderous stranger shooting at the moon, but it may do well for you to know that I’m an ambitious man and the Autumn Courts as of now don’t have much room for advancement.”
the grim is tending to an apple tree in the graveyard. Several ghosts huddle around him, waiting for him to drop apples
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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
the grim is tending to an apple tree in the graveyard. Several ghosts huddle around him, waiting for him to drop apples
*Slow is great for me today. Also the Grim is a great character from folklore. If you like him, you might also like the Ankou which I’ve been thinking about using here.*
The Grim hears the loud juicy crunch of a bitten apple from the branches of the tree. “My, my, my. These are some mighty fine apples.”
A man is walking down a road with his hands casually in his pockets. He is dressed in a fine suit and tie and a fedora crowns his head. He isn’t very tall, and he is fairly thin with a lean face. If one watches him closely they notice that his form lacks color. It’s hard to tell for he always seems to be standing in thick, hue dulling shadow, but his body is completely void of color.
Apollon observed him from afar. The hunters sharp eyesight picking any details he can from the man and the way he walks and holds himself. His hand stays near his spear just in case it’s a threat.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
You see that he holds himself in a very dignified manner. Like a man who has spent much time with very important people and considers himself to be one of them. You also notice his shadow as it slides along the ground behind him. It is dark, but it seems to hold more color than the man’s body.
*yo I’m in a hotel*
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
“Your shadow has more substance than you do.” Apollon calls out
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
His head snaps towards you and a look of anger stains his dark face. It is clumsily replaced by a forced smile as he speaks, “No sir, you are mistaken. It is not I that lacks substance, my shadow simply has more than the average shade. Still, it doesn’t surpass me in substance,” he says with a laugh, “That would be absurd!”
Apollon spins his spear idly. “Not really.” He says evenly. “There are some creatures who are shadow, more real than you or I.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Hm, yes. I am familiar with those creatures but they can barely be considered alive. They are mere wisps of darkness, pale echoes of beings such as you and I.”
“And yet, they slay the living as if they were alive.” He says, watching the man’s every move carefully
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He smiles a smooth, relaxed eye smile, “It doesn’t take much to kill a man. Gravity, germs, the temperature, all these things have killed many men and they are even less alive than a living shadow.”
“Who are you? Are you loyal to the king of Autumn?” He asks, changing the subject
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He blinks, “You can call me Mr. Ombré. I do serve in the Autumn Court, yes, as the Master of Gloom.”
“Lovely.” He says, spinning his spear faster with one hand. “Does the king know of the Hunter yet, Master of Gloom?”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He considers you shrewdly, “There has been talk in court… Are you the man?”
*cut for dark*
Apollon smiles, his eyes flashing red as he stops spinning his spear. “I am. Know this, Master of Gloom, the King and his Counsel shall meet their end by my hand. I am a Hunter. The Flame of Frenzy. And I have yet to be bested.”
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“I see,” He says, “I hope that when you take out the King you’ll be willing to spare a number of his Court.” The shadows draped across his body seem to darken, veiling his features even more. “And how do you expect to supplant the King in his own domain? You are attacking him where he is strongest.”
*I have to go coach a soccer game soon.*
*ooo! Have fun!*
”Firstly, I’ll spare whoever is least loyal to the king. Second, wether it’s his domain or not, i will burn him to ashes and let chaos take this world.” He says, a sick smile on his face
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
“Well, you have the confidence.” He says dryly, “I hope you don’t mind me not swearing my allegiance to a murderous stranger shooting at the moon, but it may do well for you to know that I’m an ambitious man and the Autumn Courts as of now don’t have much room for advancement.”
*hi dudes I’m typing slow*
Felicity sits in her grave
the grim is tending to an apple tree in the graveyard. Several ghosts huddle around him, waiting for him to drop apples
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
*Slow is great for me today. Also the Grim is a great character from folklore. If you like him, you might also like the Ankou which I’ve been thinking about using here.*
The Grim hears the loud juicy crunch of a bitten apple from the branches of the tree. “My, my, my. These are some mighty fine apples.”