Gwyn fumbles a bit, but catches the bag. "Ah, thanks." They open it and grab one cranberry before hesitating for a second. Afterwards, they shrug to seemingly nothing, and eat it.
"I know, it's sorta weird, but they're good"
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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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Casey is hanging upside down from a tree he climbed in the forest.
Soccer boy max is back, and he looks up at casey. "What's the view like from up there?"
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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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Gwyn fumbles a bit, but catches the bag. "Ah, thanks." They open it and grab one cranberry before hesitating for a second. Afterwards, they shrug to seemingly nothing, and eat it.
"I know, it's sorta weird, but they're good"
"They are." Gwyn picks up a few more from the bag. "Actually, that reminds me of a question I had."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Gwyn fumbles a bit, but catches the bag. "Ah, thanks." They open it and grab one cranberry before hesitating for a second. Afterwards, they shrug to seemingly nothing, and eat it.
"I know, it's sorta weird, but they're good"
"They are." Gwyn picks up a few more from the bag. "Actually, that reminds me of a question I had."
"Shoot"
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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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Gwyn fumbles a bit, but catches the bag. "Ah, thanks." They open it and grab one cranberry before hesitating for a second. Afterwards, they shrug to seemingly nothing, and eat it.
"I know, it's sorta weird, but they're good"
"They are." Gwyn picks up a few more from the bag. "Actually, that reminds me of a question I had."
"Shoot"
"I don't really expect you- or anyone, really- to know the answer, but... where did dryads come from? From what I've heard, it's like the world's just now becoming aware that they exist."
*out of character, I don't expect a clear answer from you about this- and certainly not now. If you wanna keep this thing ambiguous, it's fine with me.*
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Gwyn fumbles a bit, but catches the bag. "Ah, thanks." They open it and grab one cranberry before hesitating for a second. Afterwards, they shrug to seemingly nothing, and eat it.
"I know, it's sorta weird, but they're good"
"They are." Gwyn picks up a few more from the bag. "Actually, that reminds me of a question I had."
"Shoot"
"I don't really expect you- or anyone, really- to know the answer, but... where did dryads come from? From what I've heard, it's like the world's just now becoming aware that they exist."
*out of character, I don't expect a clear answer from you about this- and certainly not now. If you wanna keep this thing ambiguous, it's fine with me.*
"From what I've heard, they've been around forever. Awareness is what's new. I read this book about famous people who were dryads, and John Muir was on the list." she stretches. "apparently, dryads used to get on fine in regular households, but since the 50s sprouting sickness has come onto the scene. Up until this place was built in the 80s, most of them died young."
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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, your favorite pretty boy, 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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Gwyn fumbles a bit, but catches the bag. "Ah, thanks." They open it and grab one cranberry before hesitating for a second. Afterwards, they shrug to seemingly nothing, and eat it.
"I know, it's sorta weird, but they're good"
"They are." Gwyn picks up a few more from the bag. "Actually, that reminds me of a question I had."
"Shoot"
"I don't really expect you- or anyone, really- to know the answer, but... where did dryads come from? From what I've heard, it's like the world's just now becoming aware that they exist."
*out of character, I don't expect a clear answer from you about this- and certainly not now. If you wanna keep this thing ambiguous, it's fine with me.*
"From what I've heard, they've been around forever. Awareness is what's new. I read this book about famous people who were dryads, and John Muir was on the list." she stretches. "apparently, dryads used to get on fine in regular households, but since the 50s sprouting sickness has come onto the scene. Up until this place was built in the 80s, most of them died young."
"Ah... that makes a lot more sense. I guess I just never looked in the right places for the answers." Gwyn pops another cranberry into their mouth. "I'm learning as I grow- trying to, anyway."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Gwyn fumbles a bit, but catches the bag. "Ah, thanks." They open it and grab one cranberry before hesitating for a second. Afterwards, they shrug to seemingly nothing, and eat it.
"I know, it's sorta weird, but they're good"
"They are." Gwyn picks up a few more from the bag. "Actually, that reminds me of a question I had."
"Shoot"
"I don't really expect you- or anyone, really- to know the answer, but... where did dryads come from? From what I've heard, it's like the world's just now becoming aware that they exist."
*out of character, I don't expect a clear answer from you about this- and certainly not now. If you wanna keep this thing ambiguous, it's fine with me.*
"From what I've heard, they've been around forever. Awareness is what's new. I read this book about famous people who were dryads, and John Muir was on the list." she stretches. "apparently, dryads used to get on fine in regular households, but since the 50s sprouting sickness has come onto the scene. Up until this place was built in the 80s, most of them died young."
"Ah... that makes a lot more sense. I guess I just never looked in the right places for the answers." Gwyn pops another cranberry into their mouth. "I'm learning as I grow- trying to, anyway."
"It's all good."
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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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Gwyn fumbles a bit, but catches the bag. "Ah, thanks." They open it and grab one cranberry before hesitating for a second. Afterwards, they shrug to seemingly nothing, and eat it.
"I know, it's sorta weird, but they're good"
"They are." Gwyn picks up a few more from the bag. "Actually, that reminds me of a question I had."
"Shoot"
"I don't really expect you- or anyone, really- to know the answer, but... where did dryads come from? From what I've heard, it's like the world's just now becoming aware that they exist."
*out of character, I don't expect a clear answer from you about this- and certainly not now. If you wanna keep this thing ambiguous, it's fine with me.*
"From what I've heard, they've been around forever. Awareness is what's new. I read this book about famous people who were dryads, and John Muir was on the list." she stretches. "apparently, dryads used to get on fine in regular households, but since the 50s sprouting sickness has come onto the scene. Up until this place was built in the 80s, most of them died young."
"Ah... that makes a lot more sense. I guess I just never looked in the right places for the answers." Gwyn pops another cranberry into their mouth. "I'm learning as I grow- trying to, anyway."
"It's all good."
There's a pause for a second or so, before Gwyn changes the subject. "Welp, I'm probably gonna head back to the pond. You coming?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Gwyn fumbles a bit, but catches the bag. "Ah, thanks." They open it and grab one cranberry before hesitating for a second. Afterwards, they shrug to seemingly nothing, and eat it.
"I know, it's sorta weird, but they're good"
"They are." Gwyn picks up a few more from the bag. "Actually, that reminds me of a question I had."
"Shoot"
"I don't really expect you- or anyone, really- to know the answer, but... where did dryads come from? From what I've heard, it's like the world's just now becoming aware that they exist."
*out of character, I don't expect a clear answer from you about this- and certainly not now. If you wanna keep this thing ambiguous, it's fine with me.*
"From what I've heard, they've been around forever. Awareness is what's new. I read this book about famous people who were dryads, and John Muir was on the list." she stretches. "apparently, dryads used to get on fine in regular households, but since the 50s sprouting sickness has come onto the scene. Up until this place was built in the 80s, most of them died young."
"Ah... that makes a lot more sense. I guess I just never looked in the right places for the answers." Gwyn pops another cranberry into their mouth. "I'm learning as I grow- trying to, anyway."
"It's all good."
There's a pause for a second or so, before Gwyn changes the subject. "Welp, I'm probably gonna head back to the pond. You coming?"
"Yeah" they set the chair down
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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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Vendalia, now unpacked and refreshed, decides to go out and see who else she might meet in this place,and possibly looking for a snack along the way.
Casey, an 18 year old spruce tree dryad is hitting baseballs in the field outside. Casey’s bark-like skin is split into plates that resemble an incomplete armor set with a chest plate, shoulder pads, forearm guards, and shin guards. What isn’t covered by bark is a light green flesh. The bark covers the left half of his face as well. He wears red gym shorts with a Braves jersey open over his torso. He waves at Vendalia as she walks by.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Vendalia, now unpacked and refreshed, decides to go out and see who else she might meet in this place,and possibly looking for a snack along the way.
Casey, an 18 year old spruce tree dryad is hitting baseballs in the field outside. Casey’s bark-like skin is split into plates that resemble an incomplete armor set with a chest plate, shoulder pads, forearm guards, and shin guards. What isn’t covered by bark is a light green flesh. The bark covers the left half of his face as well. He wears red gym shorts with a Braves jersey open over his torso. He waves at Vendalia as she walks by.
Vendalia sees her and waves back, showing her long thin nails. The four larger flytraps that emerge from her root-like hair snapping in greetings as well.
Vendalia, now unpacked and refreshed, decides to go out and see who else she might meet in this place,and possibly looking for a snack along the way.
Casey, an 18 year old spruce tree dryad is hitting baseballs in the field outside. Casey’s bark-like skin is split into plates that resemble an incomplete armor set with a chest plate, shoulder pads, forearm guards, and shin guards. What isn’t covered by bark is a light green flesh. The bark covers the left half of his face as well. He wears red gym shorts with a Braves jersey open over his torso. He waves at Vendalia as she walks by.
Vendalia sees her and waves back, showing her long thin nails. The four larger flytraps that emerge from her root-like hair snapping in greetings as well.
Casey looks surprised and impressed at the flytraps on her head. “I’m Casey, you?” He calls over.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Vendalia, now unpacked and refreshed, decides to go out and see who else she might meet in this place,and possibly looking for a snack along the way.
Casey, an 18 year old spruce tree dryad is hitting baseballs in the field outside. Casey’s bark-like skin is split into plates that resemble an incomplete armor set with a chest plate, shoulder pads, forearm guards, and shin guards. What isn’t covered by bark is a light green flesh. The bark covers the left half of his face as well. He wears red gym shorts with a Braves jersey open over his torso. He waves at Vendalia as she walks by.
Vendalia sees her and waves back, showing her long thin nails. The four larger flytraps that emerge from her root-like hair snapping in greetings as well.
Casey looks surprised and impressed at the flytraps on her head. “I’m Casey, you?” He calls over.
Vendalia, now unpacked and refreshed, decides to go out and see who else she might meet in this place,and possibly looking for a snack along the way.
Casey, an 18 year old spruce tree dryad is hitting baseballs in the field outside. Casey’s bark-like skin is split into plates that resemble an incomplete armor set with a chest plate, shoulder pads, forearm guards, and shin guards. What isn’t covered by bark is a light green flesh. The bark covers the left half of his face as well. He wears red gym shorts with a Braves jersey open over his torso. He waves at Vendalia as she walks by.
Vendalia sees her and waves back, showing her long thin nails. The four larger flytraps that emerge from her root-like hair snapping in greetings as well.
Casey looks surprised and impressed at the flytraps on her head. “I’m Casey, you?” He calls over.
"Vendalia, a pleasure?"She calls back.
He sets his bat down and walks over. “Pleasure.” He also waves cheekily at the flytraps on her head.
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My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
Gwyn returns to the pond, entering the water with virtually no hesitation and reclining against the shore as they had the other times.
"Oh, I don't think I ever asked. What's your favorite food?"
"My Mom makes this great soup. She makes a lot of great soups, really, but I love her tom kha."
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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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"I know, it's sorta weird, but they're good"
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Soccer boy max is back, and he looks up at casey. "What's the view like from up there?"
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"They are." Gwyn picks up a few more from the bag. "Actually, that reminds me of a question I had."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Shoot"
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"I don't really expect you- or anyone, really- to know the answer, but... where did dryads come from? From what I've heard, it's like the world's just now becoming aware that they exist."
*out of character, I don't expect a clear answer from you about this- and certainly not now. If you wanna keep this thing ambiguous, it's fine with me.*
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"From what I've heard, they've been around forever. Awareness is what's new. I read this book about famous people who were dryads, and John Muir was on the list." she stretches. "apparently, dryads used to get on fine in regular households, but since the 50s sprouting sickness has come onto the scene. Up until this place was built in the 80s, most of them died young."
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*i love sharing lore man it's good*
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
"Ah... that makes a lot more sense. I guess I just never looked in the right places for the answers." Gwyn pops another cranberry into their mouth. "I'm learning as I grow- trying to, anyway."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"It's all good."
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
There's a pause for a second or so, before Gwyn changes the subject. "Welp, I'm probably gonna head back to the pond. You coming?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Yeah" they set the chair down
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
*one approximately 1-2 minute timeskip later...*
Gwyn returns to the pond, entering the water with virtually no hesitation and reclining against the shore as they had the other times.
"Oh, I don't think I ever asked. What's your favorite food?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Vendalia, now unpacked and refreshed, decides to go out and see who else she might meet in this place,and possibly looking for a snack along the way.
Casey, an 18 year old spruce tree dryad is hitting baseballs in the field outside. Casey’s bark-like skin is split into plates that resemble an incomplete armor set with a chest plate, shoulder pads, forearm guards, and shin guards. What isn’t covered by bark is a light green flesh. The bark covers the left half of his face as well. He wears red gym shorts with a Braves jersey open over his torso. He waves at Vendalia as she walks by.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
Vendalia sees her and waves back, showing her long thin nails. The four larger flytraps that emerge from her root-like hair snapping in greetings as well.
Casey looks surprised and impressed at the flytraps on her head. “I’m Casey, you?” He calls over.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"Vendalia, a pleasure?" She calls back.
He sets his bat down and walks over. “Pleasure.” He also waves cheekily at the flytraps on her head.
My name’s Gradius, this is my second account :P I love Hollow Knight and I have been on ddb for a while. Come rp with me anytime! It is my purpose. My title that was given to me by Drummer is…SPIRIT OF THE WEST, GUARDIAN OF THE HOLLOWS.
No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void.
TRON LIVES
"My Mom makes this great soup. She makes a lot of great soups, really, but I love her tom kha."
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, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Ivy has found a locked closet and is trying to pick the lock
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues