"I'm fine. Just got shot once. Mistake sticks, you know? Anyway, if you and your friends would like to help, I'd be glad to let them. I only plan on doing this four times, though, but I'll still let you wash your beans after that."
The soft, almost silent sound of footsteps behind you suddenly ceases. You turn just in time to see the coon's vicious smile hanging in thin air before fading away. Then you hear footsteps. Three dark shapes lurch out of a copse of trees. They step into the moonlight, revealing their appearances.
The first one is small and grey skinned and seems to walk on his hands and feet. He wears nothing but brown britches held up by a belt and a soiled rag tied tightly around his head, holding his jaw closed.
The second is bulkily built and wears a heavy trench coat. His face and hands are thickly wrapped in bandages and he wears a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, even though it is night. He wears a coonskin cap on his head.
The third stands at the front and he is tall and emaciated with long spidery limbs. His face hover is pudgy and rounded with plenty of fat flesh. Resting on his head is a cardboard crown painted yellow.
The fat faced one speaks with seemingly no concept of time, "Good afternoon."
"Hm. You those friends I heard about? I hope you don't plan on killing me, 'cause that won't work out for all of us. Me, for instance."
"Uh oh," says a familiar voice coming from the coonskin cap, "You didn't greet him." The ghoul in the cardboard crown's round face melts into a sagging frown. "I'll tear you limb from limb and use your bones to pick my teeth." He says in a disappointed tone that is oddly more disturbing than if it was malicious. He then collapses onto all fours and skitters towards you with a purple tongue flapping wetly outside his gaping mouth.
She lays still as the dead to make him not notice her.
The man doesn't turn and look behind him but the dogs watch you languidly. The man then plucks a large, freshly painted leaf from a twig and shakes it. Somewhere in the motion the leaf is replaced with a scarlet cardinal that flutters from his fingers and lands on the ground right next to you with a chirp. "Little girl," says the leaf painting man finally turning around, "Holes are for seeds, moles, and the dead. What are you doing down there?"
"i'm dead." she says in a small voice, sitting up. Her hair is long and scraggly, and her pale face is smudged with dirt. A worm crawls out of her ear and into the dirt.
*hello?*
*I'm sorry, I didn't see this.*
"So I see. Would you like me to call up a gravedigger to provide you with a warm six foot deep blanket? Or are you the sort that prefers to stretch their legs and breathe clean air?"
"I'm fine. Just got shot once. Mistake sticks, you know? Anyway, if you and your friends would like to help, I'd be glad to let them. I only plan on doing this four times, though, but I'll still let you wash your beans after that."
The soft, almost silent sound of footsteps behind you suddenly ceases. You turn just in time to see the coon's vicious smile hanging in thin air before fading away. Then you hear footsteps. Three dark shapes lurch out of a copse of trees. They step into the moonlight, revealing their appearances.
The first one is small and grey skinned and seems to walk on his hands and feet. He wears nothing but brown britches held up by a belt and a soiled rag tied tightly around his head, holding his jaw closed.
The second is bulkily built and wears a heavy trench coat. His face and hands are thickly wrapped in bandages and he wears a pair of sunglasses over his eyes, even though it is night. He wears a coonskin cap on his head.
The third stands at the front and he is tall and emaciated with long spidery limbs. His face hover is pudgy and rounded with plenty of fat flesh. Resting on his head is a cardboard crown painted yellow.
The fat faced one speaks with seemingly no concept of time, "Good afternoon."
"Hm. You those friends I heard about? I hope you don't plan on killing me, 'cause that won't work out for all of us. Me, for instance."
"Uh oh," says a familiar voice coming from the coonskin cap, "You didn't greet him." The ghoul in the cardboard crown's round face melts into a sagging frown. "I'll tear you limb from limb and use your bones to pick my teeth." He says in a disappointed tone that is oddly more disturbing than if it was malicious. He then collapses onto all fours and skitters towards you with a purple tongue flapping wetly outside his gaping mouth.
"Shame. But shouldn't you be more worried about-"
A gargantuan hook made of thousands and thousands of animal bones held together with too-sparse living tissue bursts out of the barn, swinging down at the raccoon. Attack: 29 Damage: 54 slashing and 23 Necrotic and a DC 16 CON save or be afflicted with Mummy Rot.
When the dust clears, a pale, milky, glowing eye stares out the hole, a guttural, slurping growl. There is no emotion in the eye whatsoever.
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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 gargantuan hook made of thousands and thousands of animal bones held together with too-sparse living tissue bursts out of the barn, swinging down at the raccoon. Attack: 10 Damage: 28 slashing and 23 Necrotic and a DC 16 CON save or be afflicted with Mummy Rot.
When the dust clears, a pale, milky, glowing eye stares out the hole, a guttural, slurping growl. There is no emotion in the eye whatsoever.
The raccoon leaps down from the ghouls head just as the hook swings down. It misses the coon but catches the bandaged ghoul in the shoulder who lets out a bloodcurdling scream as he is dragged away. Several skinny, wriggling worm-like things are thrown from his body as it is hooked and dragged away.
The coon grins widely at you from the ground, eyes darting towards the barn, "I ain't the one that attacked you, sir." The fat faced ghoul that was scrambling towards you freezes when the hook appears. He slowly rises back up to two feet, regaining his composure. His saggy frown remains on his face and heavy folds form angry cliff faces over his eyes.
"Fat Face doesn't like it when his polite salutations aren't returned." The raccoon looks at the squirming tendrils writhing in the mud, "There goes Handsome."
A gargantuan hook made of thousands and thousands of animal bones held together with too-sparse living tissue bursts out of the barn, swinging down at the raccoon. Attack: 10 Damage: 28 slashing and 23 Necrotic and a DC 16 CON save or be afflicted with Mummy Rot.
When the dust clears, a pale, milky, glowing eye stares out the hole, a guttural, slurping growl. There is no emotion in the eye whatsoever.
The raccoon leaps down from the ghouls head just as the hook swings down. It misses the coon but catches the bandaged ghoul in the shoulder who lets out a bloodcurdling scream as he is dragged away. Several skinny, wriggling worm-like things are thrown from his body as it is hooked and dragged away.
The coon grins widely at you from the ground, eyes darting towards the barn, "I ain't the one that attacked you, sir." The fat faced ghoul that was scrambling towards you freezes when the hook appears. He slowly rises back up to two feet, regaining his composure. His saggy frown remains on his face and heavy folds form angry cliff faces over his eyes.
"Fat Face doesn't like it when his polite salutations aren't returned." The raccoon looks at the squirming tendrils writhing in the mud, "There goes Handsome."
"Well, I guess it didn't have time to switch targets. The Knight isn't very smart, and has relatively slow reaction times." The eye retreats into the darkness once more as the caught ghoul is dragged into the earth by the hook.
"Well, I'm sorry for not returning your greeting, but you were equally if not more rude, Mr. Ghoul. Killing people is not nice, even if they were not polite to you first." He doesn't sound judgemental, just informative.
*I gtg*
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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 raccoon leaps down from the ghouls head just as the hook swings down. It misses the coon but catches the bandaged ghoul in the shoulder who lets out a bloodcurdling scream as he is dragged away. Several skinny, wriggling worm-like things are thrown from his body as it is hooked and dragged away.
The coon grins widely at you from the ground, eyes darting towards the barn, "I ain't the one that attacked you, sir." The fat faced ghoul that was scrambling towards you freezes when the hook appears. He slowly rises back up to two feet, regaining his composure. His saggy frown remains on his face and heavy folds form angry cliff faces over his eyes.
"Fat Face doesn't like it when his polite salutations aren't returned." The raccoon looks at the squirming tendrils writhing in the mud, "There goes Handsome."
"Well, I guess it didn't have time to switch targets. The Knight isn't very smart, and has relatively slow reaction times." The eye retreats into the darkness once more as the caught ghoul is dragged into the earth by the hook.
"Well, I'm sorry for not returning your greeting, but you were equally if not more rude, Mr. Ghoul. Killing people is not nice, even if they were not polite to you first." He doesn't sound judgemental, just informative.
*I gtg*
Fat Face glowers at you. His long thin fingers ball up into tight fists and then stretch out wide before balling up again, like dying spiders.
The coon's smile hasn't faltered this entire time. It seems to be a permanent fixture of his face. In fact he seems to be watching all these happenings with glee. "We're all just not-yet-corpses to the these fellers, sir. Killing ain't no big deal to the dead. Speaking of death and killing, weren't there some folks we were going to haunt and hunt?"
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
She lays still as the dead to make him not notice her.
The man doesn't turn and look behind him but the dogs watch you languidly. The man then plucks a large, freshly painted leaf from a twig and shakes it. Somewhere in the motion the leaf is replaced with a scarlet cardinal that flutters from his fingers and lands on the ground right next to you with a chirp. "Little girl," says the leaf painting man finally turning around, "Holes are for seeds, moles, and the dead. What are you doing down there?"
"i'm dead." she says in a small voice, sitting up. Her hair is long and scraggly, and her pale face is smudged with dirt. A worm crawls out of her ear and into the dirt.
She lays still as the dead to make him not notice her.
The man doesn't turn and look behind him but the dogs watch you languidly. The man then plucks a large, freshly painted leaf from a twig and shakes it. Somewhere in the motion the leaf is replaced with a scarlet cardinal that flutters from his fingers and lands on the ground right next to you with a chirp. "Little girl," says the leaf painting man finally turning around, "Holes are for seeds, moles, and the dead. What are you doing down there?"
"i'm dead." she says in a small voice, sitting up. Her hair is long and scraggly, and her pale face is smudged with dirt. A worm crawls out of her ear and into the dirt.
*hello?*
*I'm sorry, I didn't see this.*
"So I see. Would you like me to call up a gravedigger to provide you with a warm six foot deep blanket? Or are you the sort that prefers to stretch their legs and breathe clean air?"
"I'm not sure. I don't want to be in the dark agian"
She lays still as the dead to make him not notice her.
The man doesn't turn and look behind him but the dogs watch you languidly. The man then plucks a large, freshly painted leaf from a twig and shakes it. Somewhere in the motion the leaf is replaced with a scarlet cardinal that flutters from his fingers and lands on the ground right next to you with a chirp. "Little girl," says the leaf painting man finally turning around, "Holes are for seeds, moles, and the dead. What are you doing down there?"
"i'm dead." she says in a small voice, sitting up. Her hair is long and scraggly, and her pale face is smudged with dirt. A worm crawls out of her ear and into the dirt.
*hello?*
*I'm sorry, I didn't see this.*
"So I see. Would you like me to call up a gravedigger to provide you with a warm six foot deep blanket? Or are you the sort that prefers to stretch their legs and breathe clean air?"
"I'm not sure. I don't want to be in the dark agian"
The man’s eyes flicker and shine like candlelight out of a jack-o’-lantern. A smile stretches across his bushy leaf beard. “If you want, I can give you a constant light to accompany you.”
*I’m running errands so my response might take awhile.*
She lays still as the dead to make him not notice her.
The man doesn't turn and look behind him but the dogs watch you languidly. The man then plucks a large, freshly painted leaf from a twig and shakes it. Somewhere in the motion the leaf is replaced with a scarlet cardinal that flutters from his fingers and lands on the ground right next to you with a chirp. "Little girl," says the leaf painting man finally turning around, "Holes are for seeds, moles, and the dead. What are you doing down there?"
"i'm dead." she says in a small voice, sitting up. Her hair is long and scraggly, and her pale face is smudged with dirt. A worm crawls out of her ear and into the dirt.
*hello?*
*I'm sorry, I didn't see this.*
"So I see. Would you like me to call up a gravedigger to provide you with a warm six foot deep blanket? Or are you the sort that prefers to stretch their legs and breathe clean air?"
"I'm not sure. I don't want to be in the dark agian"
The man’s eyes flicker and shine like candlelight out of a jack-o’-lantern. A smile stretches across his bushy leaf beard. “If you want, I can give you a constant light to accompany you.”
*I’m running errands so my response might take awhile.*
"It's okay" she says in a breathy voice.
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Somewhere deeeeeep in a dark part of the woods, in a shallow uncovered grave, sits a little undead girl in a tattered Victorian dress. Her scraggly long coal-black hair covers her eyes like a funeral shroud.
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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
Before the sound, everyone feels a presence in their mind. A piercing presence that captures and interrupts all thoughts. Then the rush of wind follows as a shadow travels across the land. Up in the sky, a purple dragon flies, their skin clear as glass, showing the organs and bones. Two smaller wings on the exaggerated long tail keep it aloft with the rest of the body. The beak snout snaps as it makes its way to the castle, the sound echoing through the skies.
Before the sound, everyone feels a presence in their mind. A piercing presence that captures and interrupts all thoughts. Then the rush of wind follows as a shadow travels across the land. Up in the sky, a purple dragon flies, their skin clear as glass, showing the organs and bones. Two smaller wings on the exaggerated long tail keep it aloft with the rest of the body. The beak snout snaps as it makes its way to the castle, the sound echoing through the skies.
The girl pretends to be truly dead, laying still in her grave
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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
Before the sound, everyone feels a presence in their mind. A piercing presence that captures and interrupts all thoughts. Then the rush of wind follows as a shadow travels across the land. Up in the sky, a purple dragon flies, their skin clear as glass, showing the organs and bones. Two smaller wings on the exaggerated long tail keep it aloft with the rest of the body. The beak snout snaps as it makes its way to the castle, the sound echoing through the skies.
The girl pretends to be truly dead, laying still in her grave
The dragon lands nearby, a loud thud that frightens a few nearby small creatures, but they calm down rather quickly. The dragon picks fruits from a bush. “You are not truly dead. I can sense your brain. Stop the act.”
Before the sound, everyone feels a presence in their mind. A piercing presence that captures and interrupts all thoughts. Then the rush of wind follows as a shadow travels across the land. Up in the sky, a purple dragon flies, their skin clear as glass, showing the organs and bones. Two smaller wings on the exaggerated long tail keep it aloft with the rest of the body. The beak snout snaps as it makes its way to the castle, the sound echoing through the skies.
The girl pretends to be truly dead, laying still in her grave
The dragon lands nearby, a loud thud that frightens a few nearby small creatures, but they calm down rather quickly. The dragon picks fruits from a bush. “You are not truly dead. I can sense your brain. Stop the act.”
She slowly sits up, looking at him blankly.
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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
Before the sound, everyone feels a presence in their mind. A piercing presence that captures and interrupts all thoughts. Then the rush of wind follows as a shadow travels across the land. Up in the sky, a purple dragon flies, their skin clear as glass, showing the organs and bones. Two smaller wings on the exaggerated long tail keep it aloft with the rest of the body. The beak snout snaps as it makes its way to the castle, the sound echoing through the skies.
The girl pretends to be truly dead, laying still in her grave
The dragon lands nearby, a loud thud that frightens a few nearby small creatures, but they calm down rather quickly. The dragon picks fruits from a bush. “You are not truly dead. I can sense your brain. Stop the act.”
She slowly sits up, looking at him blankly.
“What do you hide from me? Is it because I’m a dragon, or another?”
"Uh oh," says a familiar voice coming from the coonskin cap, "You didn't greet him." The ghoul in the cardboard crown's round face melts into a sagging frown. "I'll tear you limb from limb and use your bones to pick my teeth." He says in a disappointed tone that is oddly more disturbing than if it was malicious. He then collapses onto all fours and skitters towards you with a purple tongue flapping wetly outside his gaping mouth.
*I'm sorry, I didn't see this.*
"So I see. Would you like me to call up a gravedigger to provide you with a warm six foot deep blanket? Or are you the sort that prefers to stretch their legs and breathe clean air?"
"Shame. But shouldn't you be more worried about-"
A gargantuan hook made of thousands and thousands of animal bones held together with too-sparse living tissue bursts out of the barn, swinging down at the raccoon. Attack: 29 Damage: 54 slashing and 23 Necrotic and a DC 16 CON save or be afflicted with Mummy Rot.
When the dust clears, a pale, milky, glowing eye stares out the hole, a guttural, slurping growl. There is no emotion in the eye whatsoever.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The raccoon leaps down from the ghouls head just as the hook swings down. It misses the coon but catches the bandaged ghoul in the shoulder who lets out a bloodcurdling scream as he is dragged away. Several skinny, wriggling worm-like things are thrown from his body as it is hooked and dragged away.
The coon grins widely at you from the ground, eyes darting towards the barn, "I ain't the one that attacked you, sir." The fat faced ghoul that was scrambling towards you freezes when the hook appears. He slowly rises back up to two feet, regaining his composure. His saggy frown remains on his face and heavy folds form angry cliff faces over his eyes.
"Fat Face doesn't like it when his polite salutations aren't returned." The raccoon looks at the squirming tendrils writhing in the mud, "There goes Handsome."
"Well, I guess it didn't have time to switch targets. The Knight isn't very smart, and has relatively slow reaction times." The eye retreats into the darkness once more as the caught ghoul is dragged into the earth by the hook.
"Well, I'm sorry for not returning your greeting, but you were equally if not more rude, Mr. Ghoul. Killing people is not nice, even if they were not polite to you first." He doesn't sound judgemental, just informative.
*I gtg*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Fat Face glowers at you. His long thin fingers ball up into tight fists and then stretch out wide before balling up again, like dying spiders.
The coon's smile hasn't faltered this entire time. It seems to be a permanent fixture of his face. In fact he seems to be watching all these happenings with glee. "We're all just not-yet-corpses to the these fellers, sir. Killing ain't no big deal to the dead. Speaking of death and killing, weren't there some folks we were going to haunt and hunt?"
*See you later.*
The being, which is named Fahkar, is hunting.
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*Hey I'm backish! Weekends are busy busy*
*I've got a fun idea for a character, I think. Excited to flesh em out and then try em out*
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Sweet, I can't wait to see it.*
*ayo sup i made an alt account*
"I'm not sure. I don't want to be in the dark agian"
The man’s eyes flicker and shine like candlelight out of a jack-o’-lantern. A smile stretches across his bushy leaf beard. “If you want, I can give you a constant light to accompany you.”
*I’m running errands so my response might take awhile.*
"It's okay" she says in a breathy voice.
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*hi guys*
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
Somewhere deeeeeep in a dark part of the woods, in a shallow uncovered grave, sits a little undead girl in a tattered Victorian dress. Her scraggly long coal-black hair covers her eyes like a funeral shroud.
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
Before the sound, everyone feels a presence in their mind. A piercing presence that captures and interrupts all thoughts. Then the rush of wind follows as a shadow travels across the land. Up in the sky, a purple dragon flies, their skin clear as glass, showing the organs and bones. Two smaller wings on the exaggerated long tail keep it aloft with the rest of the body. The beak snout snaps as it makes its way to the castle, the sound echoing through the skies.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The girl pretends to be truly dead, laying still in her grave
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
The dragon lands nearby, a loud thud that frightens a few nearby small creatures, but they calm down rather quickly. The dragon picks fruits from a bush. “You are not truly dead. I can sense your brain. Stop the act.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
She slowly sits up, looking at him blankly.
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
“What do you hide from me? Is it because I’m a dragon, or another?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!