*would a little girl undead/plant thing be at home here? asking for a friend.*
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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
Douxgras is in his massive true form, sitting in a big soft chair. He has a couple of pies in the oven, but it's been a slow business day overall.
Aeon is sleeping in front of the barn, dressed in a nightgown and nightcap. A shotgun sits against the barn door beside him.
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Aeon hears movement coming from behind the barn.
He jerks to awareness, grabbing the gun. He rushes to the noise but doesn't lift the weapon to a shooting position yet.
A furry creature is shuffling away from you near the wall of the barn. You are able to glimpse the striped tail of a raccoon. Then you hear a quiet voice humming to itself, "Shoki-shoki! Shall I wash the beans? Or shall I catch and eat a human being? Shoki-shoki!"
Douxgras is in his massive true form, sitting in a big soft chair. He has a couple of pies in the oven, but it's been a slow business day overall.
Aeon is sleeping in front of the barn, dressed in a nightgown and nightcap. A shotgun sits against the barn door beside him.
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Aeon hears movement coming from behind the barn.
He jerks to awareness, grabbing the gun. He rushes to the noise but doesn't lift the weapon to a shooting position yet.
A furry creature is shuffling away from you near the wall of the barn. You are able to glimpse the striped tail of a raccoon. Then you hear a quiet voice humming to itself, "Shoki-shoki! Shall I wash the beans? Or shall I catch and eat a human being? Shoki-shoki!"
Aeon sighs. "Please announce yourself better next time, sir, madam, or other. I almost shot you with iron buckshot."
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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.
*would a little girl undead/plant thing be at home here? asking for a friend.*
*That sounds perfect for this thread, actually.*
Somewhere deeeeeep in a dark part of the woods, in a shallow hole, sits a little undead girl in a tattered victorian dress
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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
Douxgras is in his massive true form, sitting in a big soft chair. He has a couple of pies in the oven, but it's been a slow business day overall.
Aeon is sleeping in front of the barn, dressed in a nightgown and nightcap. A shotgun sits against the barn door beside him.
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Aeon hears movement coming from behind the barn.
He jerks to awareness, grabbing the gun. He rushes to the noise but doesn't lift the weapon to a shooting position yet.
A furry creature is shuffling away from you near the wall of the barn. You are able to glimpse the striped tail of a raccoon. Then you hear a quiet voice humming to itself, "Shoki-shoki! Shall I wash the beans? Or shall I catch and eat a human being? Shoki-shoki!"
Aeon sighs. "Please announce yourself better next time, sir, madam, or other. I almost shot you with iron buckshot."
The raccoon stops. It sits back on its haunches, still facing away from you. Then its head rotates cleanly on its shoulders, owl fashion. Green bandit eyes stare at you over a toothy grin. "No, you wouldn't have." speaks the large raccoon.
*would a little girl undead/plant thing be at home here? asking for a friend.*
*That sounds perfect for this thread, actually.*
Somewhere deeeeeep in a dark part of the woods, in a shallow hole, sits a little undead girl in a tattered victorian dress
She hears a rustling sound and footsteps, both human and animal. A glistening black nose on a long red snout sniffs over the hole a moment before disappearing.
*would a little girl undead/plant thing be at home here? asking for a friend.*
*That sounds perfect for this thread, actually.*
Somewhere deeeeeep in a dark part of the woods, in a shallow hole, sits a little undead girl in a tattered victorian dress
She hears a rustling sound and footsteps, both human and animal. A glistening black nose on a long red snout sniffs over the hole a moment before disappearing.
She shudders and hides, laying down in the grave-shaped hole
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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
Douxgras is in his massive true form, sitting in a big soft chair. He has a couple of pies in the oven, but it's been a slow business day overall.
Aeon is sleeping in front of the barn, dressed in a nightgown and nightcap. A shotgun sits against the barn door beside him.
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Aeon hears movement coming from behind the barn.
He jerks to awareness, grabbing the gun. He rushes to the noise but doesn't lift the weapon to a shooting position yet.
A furry creature is shuffling away from you near the wall of the barn. You are able to glimpse the striped tail of a raccoon. Then you hear a quiet voice humming to itself, "Shoki-shoki! Shall I wash the beans? Or shall I catch and eat a human being? Shoki-shoki!"
Aeon sighs. "Please announce yourself better next time, sir, madam, or other. I almost shot you with iron buckshot."
The raccoon stops. It sits back on its haunches, still facing away from you. Then its head rotates cleanly on its shoulders, owl fashion. Green bandit eyes stare at you over a toothy grin. "No, you wouldn't have." speaks the large raccoon.
He shudders. As does the barn. "I would have. And if I missed, the sound alone would have... done bad things."
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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.
Douxgras is in his massive true form, sitting in a big soft chair. He has a couple of pies in the oven, but it's been a slow business day overall.
Aeon is sleeping in front of the barn, dressed in a nightgown and nightcap. A shotgun sits against the barn door beside him.
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Aeon hears movement coming from behind the barn.
He jerks to awareness, grabbing the gun. He rushes to the noise but doesn't lift the weapon to a shooting position yet.
A furry creature is shuffling away from you near the wall of the barn. You are able to glimpse the striped tail of a raccoon. Then you hear a quiet voice humming to itself, "Shoki-shoki! Shall I wash the beans? Or shall I catch and eat a human being? Shoki-shoki!"
Aeon sighs. "Please announce yourself better next time, sir, madam, or other. I almost shot you with iron buckshot."
The raccoon stops. It sits back on its haunches, still facing away from you. Then its head rotates cleanly on its shoulders, owl fashion. Green bandit eyes stare at you over a toothy grin. "No, you wouldn't have." speaks the large raccoon.
He shudders. As does the barn. "I would have. And if I missed, the sound alone would have... done bad things."
The smiling coon's body turns around to match his head, "Really? Mistake sticks have always been grand drumbeats to my ears." You see his black hand shaped paws are full of beans.
*would a little girl undead/plant thing be at home here? asking for a friend.*
*That sounds perfect for this thread, actually.*
Somewhere deeeeeep in a dark part of the woods, in a shallow hole, sits a little undead girl in a tattered victorian dress
She hears a rustling sound and footsteps, both human and animal. A glistening black nose on a long red snout sniffs over the hole a moment before disappearing.
She shudders and hides, laying down in the grave-shaped hole
*bonk*
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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
*would a little girl undead/plant thing be at home here? asking for a friend.*
*That sounds perfect for this thread, actually.*
Somewhere deeeeeep in a dark part of the woods, in a shallow hole, sits a little undead girl in a tattered victorian dress
She hears a rustling sound and footsteps, both human and animal. A glistening black nose on a long red snout sniffs over the hole a moment before disappearing.
She shudders and hides, laying down in the grave-shaped hole
You hear a soft humming wash over you, like a sudden breeze. The humming continues as the human footsteps stop and you hear the papery rattle of a shaking tree branch.
He shudders. As does the barn. "I would have. And if I missed, the sound alone would have... done bad things."
The smiling coon's body turns around to match his head, "Really? Mistake sticks have always been grand drumbeats to my ears." You see his black hand shaped paws are full of beans.
"The sound wouldn't have hurt you, but some things are drawn to gunshots. Loud noises. Distress. Pain. Even a sudden quiet could draw it out."
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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.
*would a little girl undead/plant thing be at home here? asking for a friend.*
*That sounds perfect for this thread, actually.*
Somewhere deeeeeep in a dark part of the woods, in a shallow hole, sits a little undead girl in a tattered victorian dress
She hears a rustling sound and footsteps, both human and animal. A glistening black nose on a long red snout sniffs over the hole a moment before disappearing.
She shudders and hides, laying down in the grave-shaped hole
You hear a soft humming wash over you, like a sudden breeze. The humming continues as the human footsteps stop and you hear the papery rattle of a shaking tree branch.
She peeks a little bit up
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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
He shudders. As does the barn. "I would have. And if I missed, the sound alone would have... done bad things."
The smiling coon's body turns around to match his head, "Really? Mistake sticks have always been grand drumbeats to my ears." You see his black hand shaped paws are full of beans.
"The sound wouldn't have hurt you, but some things are drawn to gunshots. Loud noises. Distress. Pain. Even a sudden quiet could draw it out."
"That's exactly why I call them mistake sticks. They have a tendency to make very drastic, irreversible mistakes." He winks one green eye, holding it close. In the shadows it gives a strange reeling, disorienting effect as the symmetry of his face is thrown off as all you can see is one green eye and a terribly wide grin that seems ready to tip over at any moment.
*Hello all! I'm feeling utterly sqoungtafulous today!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Anyone wanna RP?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Aeon hears movement coming from behind the barn.
He jerks to awareness, grabbing the gun. He rushes to the noise but doesn't lift the weapon to a shooting position yet.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*would a little girl undead/plant thing be at home here? asking for a 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
A furry creature is shuffling away from you near the wall of the barn. You are able to glimpse the striped tail of a raccoon. Then you hear a quiet voice humming to itself, "Shoki-shoki! Shall I wash the beans? Or shall I catch and eat a human being? Shoki-shoki!"
*That sounds perfect for this thread, actually.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Definitely. Tell this friend of yours that undead and plant things are right at home in the Autumn Country.*
Aeon sighs. "Please announce yourself better next time, sir, madam, or other. I almost shot you with iron buckshot."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Somewhere deeeeeep in a dark part of the woods, in a shallow hole, sits a little undead girl in a tattered victorian dress
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 raccoon stops. It sits back on its haunches, still facing away from you. Then its head rotates cleanly on its shoulders, owl fashion. Green bandit eyes stare at you over a toothy grin. "No, you wouldn't have." speaks the large raccoon.
She hears a rustling sound and footsteps, both human and animal. A glistening black nose on a long red snout sniffs over the hole a moment before disappearing.
She shudders and hides, laying down in the grave-shaped hole
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 shudders. As does the barn. "I would have. And if I missed, the sound alone would have... done bad things."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The smiling coon's body turns around to match his head, "Really? Mistake sticks have always been grand drumbeats to my ears." You see his black hand shaped paws are full of beans.
*bonk*
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 hear a soft humming wash over you, like a sudden breeze. The humming continues as the human footsteps stop and you hear the papery rattle of a shaking tree branch.
"The sound wouldn't have hurt you, but some things are drawn to gunshots. Loud noises. Distress. Pain. Even a sudden quiet could draw it out."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She peeks a little bit up
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 exactly why I call them mistake sticks. They have a tendency to make very drastic, irreversible mistakes." He winks one green eye, holding it close. In the shadows it gives a strange reeling, disorienting effect as the symmetry of his face is thrown off as all you can see is one green eye and a terribly wide grin that seems ready to tip over at any moment.