Another dark wooden barrel sits somewhere in the woods, definitely out of place.
A large, orange hunting hound with pointed ears and a fox tail sniffs around the barrel.
It smells like wood, water, and sweetness. The lid suddenly slides off the side, landing in a leaning position and conveniently forming a small ramp to the open top for the hound.
It takes a step back before tentatively taking the step up to look down into the barrel.
As it steps, a carved inscription under its paw reads "DON'T CHEAT."
Inside of the barrel floats a few delicious, red apples in dark but clean-looking water.
The Fox Hound plunges its snout into the water, shark white teeth snapping at the bobbing apples.
Another dark wooden barrel sits somewhere in the woods, definitely out of place.
A large, orange hunting hound with pointed ears and a fox tail sniffs around the barrel.
It smells like wood, water, and sweetness. The lid suddenly slides off the side, landing in a leaning position and conveniently forming a small ramp to the open top for the hound.
It takes a step back before tentatively taking the step up to look down into the barrel.
As it steps, a carved inscription under its paw reads "DON'T CHEAT."
Inside of the barrel floats a few delicious, red apples in dark but clean-looking water.
The Fox Hound plunges its snout into the water, shark white teeth snapping at the bobbing apples.
They all taste wonderfully refreshing. While it feasts, what appears to be a dark, grayish turquoise finger slides silently out of the water, long and spindly, and boops the hound playfully on the nose before rapidly disappearing into the water again.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Felicity has lost track of baron, wandering around looking for nothing in particular.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
*Well, I've got a new character I've been working on for a while. He's a biomechanical hybrid of titan and humanoid DNA mixed with metal, all fueled by a runaway power source called Titansflame that harnesses the raw power of creation.*
*Well, I've got a new character I've been working on for a while. He's a biomechanical hybrid of titan and humanoid DNA mixed with metal, all fueled by a runaway power source called Titansflame that harnesses the raw power of creation.*
*here? Ok*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
*Well, I've got a new character I've been working on for a while. He's a biomechanical hybrid of titan and humanoid DNA mixed with metal, all fueled by a runaway power source called Titansflame that harnesses the raw power of creation.*
*here? Ok*
*He's not from the Autumn Country. He's a bit of a stranger, but he's like that everywhere*
*Well, I've got a new character I've been working on for a while. He's a biomechanical hybrid of titan and humanoid DNA mixed with metal, all fueled by a runaway power source called Titansflame that harnesses the raw power of creation.*
*here? Ok*
*He's not from the Autumn Country. He's a bit of a stranger, but he's like that everywhere*
*ok. Any rp is good. I introed*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
Felicity has lost track of baron, wandering around looking for nothing in particular.
As they walk through the woods, they eventually come across a bit of a strange sight.
A massive humanoid sits by a lake. By massive, I mean about 12 and a half feet tall. His skin is black and shiny, as though it were slick, and it has metal woven through it as though he were stitched together from flesh and steel. He wears two articles of clothing: a white, supple scarf covering his mouth down to the top of his shoulders, and a set of grey sangu (samurai leg armor). His face is nearly featureless, with four closed, glowing purple eyes being the only visible traits. His horns curve to meet in the middle above his head, and his reptilian tail curls beneath him like a pillow as he meditates.
Felicity has lost track of baron, wandering around looking for nothing in particular.
As they walk through the woods, they eventually come across a bit of a strange sight.
A massive humanoid sits by a lake. By massive, I mean about 12 and a half feet tall. His skin is black and shiny, as though it were slick, and it has metal woven through it as though he were stitched together from flesh and steel. He wears two articles of clothing: a white, supple scarf covering his mouth down to the top of his shoulders, and a set of grey sangu (samurai leg armor). His face is nearly featureless, with four closed, glowing purple eyes being the only visible traits. His horns curve to meet in the middle above his head, and his reptilian tail curls beneath him like a pillow as he meditates.
He does not look like he belongs here
Felicity comes up to him, curious. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while. "What are you doing, sir?" she says in a small voice
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
Felicity has lost track of baron, wandering around looking for nothing in particular.
As they walk through the woods, they eventually come across a bit of a strange sight.
A massive humanoid sits by a lake. By massive, I mean about 12 and a half feet tall. His skin is black and shiny, as though it were slick, and it has metal woven through it as though he were stitched together from flesh and steel. He wears two articles of clothing: a white, supple scarf covering his mouth down to the top of his shoulders, and a set of grey sangu (samurai leg armor). His face is nearly featureless, with four closed, glowing purple eyes being the only visible traits. His horns curve to meet in the middle above his head, and his reptilian tail curls beneath him like a pillow as he meditates.
He does not look like he belongs here
Felicity comes up to him, curious. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while. "What are you doing, sir?" she says in a small voice
"Just meditating. It's something I do when I feel an unease in the air that I can't place quite yet." His voice is deep and confident, but very calm. He turns his head, but his eyes remain purple slits in a dark face. "Would you like to join me? I can teach you. It's hard at first, but it's a useful skill for when you feel anxious."
Felicity has lost track of baron, wandering around looking for nothing in particular.
As they walk through the woods, they eventually come across a bit of a strange sight.
A massive humanoid sits by a lake. By massive, I mean about 12 and a half feet tall. His skin is black and shiny, as though it were slick, and it has metal woven through it as though he were stitched together from flesh and steel. He wears two articles of clothing: a white, supple scarf covering his mouth down to the top of his shoulders, and a set of grey sangu (samurai leg armor). His face is nearly featureless, with four closed, glowing purple eyes being the only visible traits. His horns curve to meet in the middle above his head, and his reptilian tail curls beneath him like a pillow as he meditates.
He does not look like he belongs here
Felicity comes up to him, curious. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while. "What are you doing, sir?" she says in a small voice
"Just meditating. It's something I do when I feel an unease in the air that I can't place quite yet." His voice is deep and confident, but very calm. He turns his head, but his eyes remain purple slits in a dark face. "Would you like to join me? I can teach you. It's hard at first, but it's a useful skill for when you feel anxious."
"Okay sir" she sits down cross-legged
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
Felicity comes up to him, curious. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while. "What are you doing, sir?" she says in a small voice
"Just meditating. It's something I do when I feel an unease in the air that I can't place quite yet." His voice is deep and confident, but very calm. He turns his head, but his eyes remain purple slits in a dark face. "Would you like to join me? I can teach you. It's hard at first, but it's a useful skill for when you feel anxious."
"Okay sir" she sits down cross-legged
"Alright. There are three major parts of this. The first part you want to do is sit down comfortably and focus on your breathing and the feelings in your body. Second, you want to clear your mind of bad thoughts. It's difficult, but don't get frustrated. If an anxious, guilty, or worried thought crosses your mind, just accept it and let it pass. Just let your mind simply... be. After a while, you may want to stop, and that's okay. Just repeat the first step so you don't trip when you stand up. Then, succeed or fail, you congratulate yourself for trying."
Felicity comes up to him, curious. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while. "What are you doing, sir?" she says in a small voice
"Just meditating. It's something I do when I feel an unease in the air that I can't place quite yet." His voice is deep and confident, but very calm. He turns his head, but his eyes remain purple slits in a dark face. "Would you like to join me? I can teach you. It's hard at first, but it's a useful skill for when you feel anxious."
"Okay sir" she sits down cross-legged
"Alright. There are three major parts of this. The first part you want to do is sit down comfortably and focus on your breathing and the feelings in your body. Second, you want to clear your mind of bad thoughts. It's difficult, but don't get frustrated. If an anxious, guilty, or worried thought crosses your mind, just accept it and let it pass. Just let your mind simply... be. After a while, you may want to stop, and that's okay. Just repeat the first step so you don't trip when you stand up. Then, succeed or fail, you congratulate yourself for trying."
She closes her eyes for a second. "What now?"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
Felicity comes up to him, curious. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while. "What are you doing, sir?" she says in a small voice
"Just meditating. It's something I do when I feel an unease in the air that I can't place quite yet." His voice is deep and confident, but very calm. He turns his head, but his eyes remain purple slits in a dark face. "Would you like to join me? I can teach you. It's hard at first, but it's a useful skill for when you feel anxious."
"Okay sir" she sits down cross-legged
"Alright. There are three major parts of this. The first part you want to do is sit down comfortably and focus on your breathing and the feelings in your body. Second, you want to clear your mind of bad thoughts. It's difficult, but don't get frustrated. If an anxious, guilty, or worried thought crosses your mind, just accept it and let it pass. Just let your mind simply... be. After a while, you may want to stop, and that's okay. Just repeat the first step so you don't trip when you stand up. Then, succeed or fail, you congratulate yourself for trying."
She closes her eyes for a second. "What now?"
"Nothing, really. I'm trying to pinpoint the source of my unrest, but you can think about whatever would help you. Or you could think about nothing at all and let your mind rest. It may seem boring now, but a lot of people have busy lives and need to take breaks like this. I'm not one of them, I don't think, but I appreciate the calmness."
Another dark wooden barrel sits somewhere in the woods, definitely out of place.
A large, orange hunting hound with pointed ears and a fox tail sniffs around the barrel.
It smells like wood, water, and sweetness. The lid suddenly slides off the side, landing in a leaning position and conveniently forming a small ramp to the open top for the hound.
It takes a step back before tentatively taking the step up to look down into the barrel.
As it steps, a carved inscription under its paw reads "DON'T CHEAT."
Inside of the barrel floats a few delicious, red apples in dark but clean-looking water.
The Fox Hound plunges its snout into the water, shark white teeth snapping at the bobbing apples.
They all taste wonderfully refreshing. While it feasts, what appears to be a dark, grayish turquoise finger slides silently out of the water, long and spindly, and boops the hound playfully on the nose before rapidly disappearing into the water again.
The hound lets out a loud bark upon seeing the strange figure. The trees rustle and reddening leaves break free from their branches. They swirl and flap, gathering together until they form the shape of Augustus, the Autumn King. His candle flicker eyes survey the scene and he walks slowly over to his hound who has returned to gnawing on an apple core.
Felicity comes up to him, curious. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while. "What are you doing, sir?" she says in a small voice
"Just meditating. It's something I do when I feel an unease in the air that I can't place quite yet." His voice is deep and confident, but very calm. He turns his head, but his eyes remain purple slits in a dark face. "Would you like to join me? I can teach you. It's hard at first, but it's a useful skill for when you feel anxious."
"Okay sir" she sits down cross-legged
"Alright. There are three major parts of this. The first part you want to do is sit down comfortably and focus on your breathing and the feelings in your body. Second, you want to clear your mind of bad thoughts. It's difficult, but don't get frustrated. If an anxious, guilty, or worried thought crosses your mind, just accept it and let it pass. Just let your mind simply... be. After a while, you may want to stop, and that's okay. Just repeat the first step so you don't trip when you stand up. Then, succeed or fail, you congratulate yourself for trying."
She closes her eyes for a second. "What now?"
"Nothing, really. I'm trying to pinpoint the source of my unrest, but you can think about whatever would help you. Or you could think about nothing at all and let your mind rest. It may seem boring now, but a lot of people have busy lives and need to take breaks like this. I'm not one of them, I don't think, but I appreciate the calmness."
"hmm. What's your name?"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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
There is a hill. On the hill are graves. Empty, quiet, forgotten graves. In the hill is a tomb. It is a moldy tomb, long ago emptied by scavenging ghouls. A thick, sightless shadow fills the tomb, rendering all inside blind except those with shadow sight. Fat Face has shadow sight.
A rich, noble, previously hunted by Aeon sits in the tomb. The poison that ran through his veins still stings his flesh but the amount has decreased to a non lethal dose. It has been sucked out of his wound. The noble knows there is something else in this dark, cold, damp, hole. Someone else is watching him. He can feel the eyes piercing the shadows and sliding across his form, and he hears the ragged breathing of something terrible in the corner.
There is a hill. On the hill are graves. Empty, quiet, forgotten graves. In the hill is a tomb. It is a moldy tomb, long ago emptied by scavenging ghouls. A thick, sightless shadow fills the tomb, rendering all inside blind except those with shadow sight. Fat Face has shadow sight.
A rich, noble, previously hunted by Aeon sits in the tomb. The poison that ran through his veins still stings his flesh but the amount has decreased to a non lethal dose. It has been sucked out of his wound. The noble knows there is something else in this dark, cold, damp, hole. Someone else is watching him. He can feel the eyes piercing the shadows and sliding across his form, and he hears the ragged breathing of something terrible in the corner.
*Ooo can felicity come in?* *is she the corner thing? can she be?*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 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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The Fox Hound plunges its snout into the water, shark white teeth snapping at the bobbing apples.
They all taste wonderfully refreshing. While it feasts, what appears to be a dark, grayish turquoise finger slides silently out of the water, long and spindly, and boops the hound playfully on the nose before rapidly disappearing into the water again.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*hello everyone*
Felicity has lost track of baron, wandering around looking for nothing in particular.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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
*Greetings, grunklies!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*hey baalz! What do you got for me today!*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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
*Well, I've got a new character I've been working on for a while. He's a biomechanical hybrid of titan and humanoid DNA mixed with metal, all fueled by a runaway power source called Titansflame that harnesses the raw power of creation.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*here? Ok*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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's not from the Autumn Country. He's a bit of a stranger, but he's like that everywhere*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*ok. Any rp is good. I introed*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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
As they walk through the woods, they eventually come across a bit of a strange sight.
A massive humanoid sits by a lake. By massive, I mean about 12 and a half feet tall. His skin is black and shiny, as though it were slick, and it has metal woven through it as though he were stitched together from flesh and steel. He wears two articles of clothing: a white, supple scarf covering his mouth down to the top of his shoulders, and a set of grey sangu (samurai leg armor). His face is nearly featureless, with four closed, glowing purple eyes being the only visible traits. His horns curve to meet in the middle above his head, and his reptilian tail curls beneath him like a pillow as he meditates.
He does not look like he belongs here.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Felicity comes up to him, curious. She's a small child, maybe nine years old, in a tattered victorian dress stained with dirt and mold. Her long dark hair is messy and matted, falling into her eyes. She looks like she's been dead for a while.
"What are you doing, sir?" she says in a small voice
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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
"Just meditating. It's something I do when I feel an unease in the air that I can't place quite yet." His voice is deep and confident, but very calm. He turns his head, but his eyes remain purple slits in a dark face. "Would you like to join me? I can teach you. It's hard at first, but it's a useful skill for when you feel anxious."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
"Okay sir" she sits down cross-legged
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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
"Alright. There are three major parts of this. The first part you want to do is sit down comfortably and focus on your breathing and the feelings in your body. Second, you want to clear your mind of bad thoughts. It's difficult, but don't get frustrated. If an anxious, guilty, or worried thought crosses your mind, just accept it and let it pass. Just let your mind simply... be. After a while, you may want to stop, and that's okay. Just repeat the first step so you don't trip when you stand up. Then, succeed or fail, you congratulate yourself for trying."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
She closes her eyes for a second.
"What now?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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
"Nothing, really. I'm trying to pinpoint the source of my unrest, but you can think about whatever would help you. Or you could think about nothing at all and let your mind rest. It may seem boring now, but a lot of people have busy lives and need to take breaks like this. I'm not one of them, I don't think, but I appreciate the calmness."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
The hound lets out a loud bark upon seeing the strange figure. The trees rustle and reddening leaves break free from their branches. They swirl and flap, gathering together until they form the shape of Augustus, the Autumn King. His candle flicker eyes survey the scene and he walks slowly over to his hound who has returned to gnawing on an apple core.
"hmm. What's your name?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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
There is a hill. On the hill are graves. Empty, quiet, forgotten graves. In the hill is a tomb. It is a moldy tomb, long ago emptied by scavenging ghouls. A thick, sightless shadow fills the tomb, rendering all inside blind except those with shadow sight. Fat Face has shadow sight.
A rich, noble, previously hunted by Aeon sits in the tomb. The poison that ran through his veins still stings his flesh but the amount has decreased to a non lethal dose. It has been sucked out of his wound. The noble knows there is something else in this dark, cold, damp, hole. Someone else is watching him. He can feel the eyes piercing the shadows and sliding across his form, and he hears the ragged breathing of something terrible in the corner.
*Ooo can felicity come in?* *is she the corner thing? can she be?*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
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