Nicnevin is in her garden, tending to a crop of mandrake. She has a few wrinkle lines around her eyes, and just a few gray streaks in her brilliant, fiery orange hair.
They see n unattended cart parked in front of their garden, with the reins that would usually hold the pulling creature laying on the floor. The cart itself is shaking slightly with whispered arguing within. Their does not seem to be any sort of entrance or exit to it.
The giant woman calmly walks over to the cart, knocking on the side. “Excuse me? Is anyone in there?”
The voices suddenly stop along with the rustling. One of the boards on the side of the cart is pulled inward, revealing a face with no mouth or nose, but three eyes stacked vertically peering out. They take a look up at the giant, with a possible mix of curiosity and fear in its eyes.
She folds her arms. ”ahem… your cart is stationed right at the entrance to my garden. I’d like you to move it.”
A voice from a different person sounds from the cart. “LIKE WE HAVE A CHOICE! DO YOU SEE A DOOR? WE CAN’T LEAVE THIS F- WOODEN BOX WITHOUT OUR MOTHER TO LET US OUT, AND SHE WENT OFF TO GOD KNOWS WHERE!” The three eyed face flinches but nods to the others statement.
”your mother left you in here? Must I go find her?”
A much softer voice comes from the three-eyed face. “If you wish. She is an older human, but could also be an owlbear, amongst other forms. She may be asking for directions to Kale Ave.” “OR GETTING FOOD WITHOUT US!!!”
She Sighs. “I’m… I’m just going to move the cart.”
“HA! MY PA WAS 7 FEET TALL AND 4 WIDE AND STILL COULDN’T LIFT ME!” “She is a giant.” “THAT… IS A DIFFERENT STORY.” “If it isn’t a bother, please. Or is it thank you?” “IT’S THANK YOU!” “Thank you.”
The nine foot tall giantess woman lifts the cart with relative ease, moving it out of the way of the garden’s entrance.
Nicnevin is in her garden, tending to a crop of mandrake. She has a few wrinkle lines around her eyes, and just a few gray streaks in her brilliant, fiery orange hair.
They see n unattended cart parked in front of their garden, with the reins that would usually hold the pulling creature laying on the floor. The cart itself is shaking slightly with whispered arguing within. Their does not seem to be any sort of entrance or exit to it.
The giant woman calmly walks over to the cart, knocking on the side. “Excuse me? Is anyone in there?”
The voices suddenly stop along with the rustling. One of the boards on the side of the cart is pulled inward, revealing a face with no mouth or nose, but three eyes stacked vertically peering out. They take a look up at the giant, with a possible mix of curiosity and fear in its eyes.
She folds her arms. ”ahem… your cart is stationed right at the entrance to my garden. I’d like you to move it.”
A voice from a different person sounds from the cart. “LIKE WE HAVE A CHOICE! DO YOU SEE A DOOR? WE CAN’T LEAVE THIS F- WOODEN BOX WITHOUT OUR MOTHER TO LET US OUT, AND SHE WENT OFF TO GOD KNOWS WHERE!” The three eyed face flinches but nods to the others statement.
”your mother left you in here? Must I go find her?”
A much softer voice comes from the three-eyed face. “If you wish. She is an older human, but could also be an owlbear, amongst other forms. She may be asking for directions to Kale Ave.” “OR GETTING FOOD WITHOUT US!!!”
She Sighs. “I’m… I’m just going to move the cart.”
“HA! MY PA WAS 7 FEET TALL AND 4 WIDE AND STILL COULDN’T LIFT ME!” “She is a giant.” “THAT… IS A DIFFERENT STORY.” “If it isn’t a bother, please. Or is it thank you?” “IT’S THANK YOU!” “Thank you.”
The nine foot tall giantess woman lifts the cart with relative ease, moving it out of the way of the garden’s entrance.
“Thank you. I hope your flowers and fruit bloom.” “ES’BI’KAL’IK” “That is a Tarsque saying.”
From the edge of the village comes a cart, about large enough to hold about 5 or so people but is difficult to see within. This cart is pulled by an owl bear of white feather with graying fur, but it does not seem to be guided by any humanoid as a normal cart would. As it slowly makes its way down the street, the owl bear nods to the witches it passes, and slows every here and there to enjoy the sights.
The Leonin seer watches them come into the village, passing by his stand as he begins to walk alongside them, shuffling his deck of tarot cards "Oh look at you, absolutely gargantuan aren't you? Makes me wish I was half your size." He says with a strong accent, giving a charismatic smile.
The Owlbear returns the grimace, before lifting a front claw to their head and pulling it back. In a puff of feathers and hair, it is replaced by an elderly human woman, around 60, with her greying hair draped over her shoulder and the harness the owlbear was in on the floor. Her silver laced witch’s hat is off her head, but as it is connected to her brown robe, it rests on her back. “Thank you, sweety, but it the form does come with its own problems. Good strength and speed, horrible reputation. I take it you don’t practice self-transfiguration?”
“Oh I certainly do, I wouldn’t call it willing, but so are the ways of wild magic, a lot of fun, very little control.” He says, taking out of their hands, kissing the back of it softly, giving a wide grin, his flashy clothes shining in the sunlight “Altas, a pleasure to meet you madam.”
“Ah. You too dear. Wild magic you say. I don’t meet many of those nowadays. Nor Leonin. Do you mind if I ask what land you hail from, dear.?”
“I wouldn’t hope to know, I have always been traveling, but I assume you could guess that from my showmanship. You could say I’m a unique person indeed.”
“You could say everything is. Speaking of which, do you know directions to Kale Ave? The letter my daughter’s received said our new ‘house’ is there.”
“Unfortunately I have not been here long enough to be familiar with the village myself. I would be happy to look with you, considering most don’t want my services.”
From the edge of the village comes a cart, about large enough to hold about 5 or so people but is difficult to see within. This cart is pulled by an owl bear of white feather with graying fur, but it does not seem to be guided by any humanoid as a normal cart would. As it slowly makes its way down the street, the owl bear nods to the witches it passes, and slows every here and there to enjoy the sights.
The Leonin seer watches them come into the village, passing by his stand as he begins to walk alongside them, shuffling his deck of tarot cards "Oh look at you, absolutely gargantuan aren't you? Makes me wish I was half your size." He says with a strong accent, giving a charismatic smile.
The Owlbear returns the grimace, before lifting a front claw to their head and pulling it back. In a puff of feathers and hair, it is replaced by an elderly human woman, around 60, with her greying hair draped over her shoulder and the harness the owlbear was in on the floor. Her silver laced witch’s hat is off her head, but as it is connected to her brown robe, it rests on her back. “Thank you, sweety, but it the form does come with its own problems. Good strength and speed, horrible reputation. I take it you don’t practice self-transfiguration?”
“Oh I certainly do, I wouldn’t call it willing, but so are the ways of wild magic, a lot of fun, very little control.” He says, taking out of their hands, kissing the back of it softly, giving a wide grin, his flashy clothes shining in the sunlight “Altas, a pleasure to meet you madam.”
“Ah. You too dear. Wild magic you say. I don’t meet many of those nowadays. Nor Leonin. Do you mind if I ask what land you hail from, dear.?”
“I wouldn’t hope to know, I have always been traveling, but I assume you could guess that from my showmanship. You could say I’m a unique person indeed.”
“You could say everything is. Speaking of which, do you know directions to Kale Ave? The letter my daughter’s received said our new ‘house’ is there.”
“Unfortunately I have not been here long enough to be familiar with the village myself. I would be happy to look with you, considering most don’t want my services.”
“Well I would love to have them. What is your name, per chance?”
From the edge of the village comes a cart, about large enough to hold about 5 or so people but is difficult to see within. This cart is pulled by an owl bear of white feather with graying fur, but it does not seem to be guided by any humanoid as a normal cart would. As it slowly makes its way down the street, the owl bear nods to the witches it passes, and slows every here and there to enjoy the sights.
The Leonin seer watches them come into the village, passing by his stand as he begins to walk alongside them, shuffling his deck of tarot cards "Oh look at you, absolutely gargantuan aren't you? Makes me wish I was half your size." He says with a strong accent, giving a charismatic smile.
The Owlbear returns the grimace, before lifting a front claw to their head and pulling it back. In a puff of feathers and hair, it is replaced by an elderly human woman, around 60, with her greying hair draped over her shoulder and the harness the owlbear was in on the floor. Her silver laced witch’s hat is off her head, but as it is connected to her brown robe, it rests on her back. “Thank you, sweety, but it the form does come with its own problems. Good strength and speed, horrible reputation. I take it you don’t practice self-transfiguration?”
“Oh I certainly do, I wouldn’t call it willing, but so are the ways of wild magic, a lot of fun, very little control.” He says, taking out of their hands, kissing the back of it softly, giving a wide grin, his flashy clothes shining in the sunlight “Altas, a pleasure to meet you madam.”
“Ah. You too dear. Wild magic you say. I don’t meet many of those nowadays. Nor Leonin. Do you mind if I ask what land you hail from, dear.?”
“I wouldn’t hope to know, I have always been traveling, but I assume you could guess that from my showmanship. You could say I’m a unique person indeed.”
“You could say everything is. Speaking of which, do you know directions to Kale Ave? The letter my daughter’s received said our new ‘house’ is there.”
“Unfortunately I have not been here long enough to be familiar with the village myself. I would be happy to look with you, considering most don’t want my services.”
“Well I would love to have them. What is your name, per chance?”
“As I said, I am Altas, I do not have a last name. I am… a seer, I use my tarot cards to see the future.”
From the edge of the village comes a cart, about large enough to hold about 5 or so people but is difficult to see within. This cart is pulled by an owl bear of white feather with graying fur, but it does not seem to be guided by any humanoid as a normal cart would. As it slowly makes its way down the street, the owl bear nods to the witches it passes, and slows every here and there to enjoy the sights.
The Leonin seer watches them come into the village, passing by his stand as he begins to walk alongside them, shuffling his deck of tarot cards "Oh look at you, absolutely gargantuan aren't you? Makes me wish I was half your size." He says with a strong accent, giving a charismatic smile.
The Owlbear returns the grimace, before lifting a front claw to their head and pulling it back. In a puff of feathers and hair, it is replaced by an elderly human woman, around 60, with her greying hair draped over her shoulder and the harness the owlbear was in on the floor. Her silver laced witch’s hat is off her head, but as it is connected to her brown robe, it rests on her back. “Thank you, sweety, but it the form does come with its own problems. Good strength and speed, horrible reputation. I take it you don’t practice self-transfiguration?”
“Oh I certainly do, I wouldn’t call it willing, but so are the ways of wild magic, a lot of fun, very little control.” He says, taking out of their hands, kissing the back of it softly, giving a wide grin, his flashy clothes shining in the sunlight “Altas, a pleasure to meet you madam.”
“Ah. You too dear. Wild magic you say. I don’t meet many of those nowadays. Nor Leonin. Do you mind if I ask what land you hail from, dear.?”
“I wouldn’t hope to know, I have always been traveling, but I assume you could guess that from my showmanship. You could say I’m a unique person indeed.”
“You could say everything is. Speaking of which, do you know directions to Kale Ave? The letter my daughter’s received said our new ‘house’ is there.”
“Unfortunately I have not been here long enough to be familiar with the village myself. I would be happy to look with you, considering most don’t want my services.”
“Well I would love to have them. What is your name, per chance?”
“As I said, I am Altas, I do not have a last name. I am… a seer, I use my tarot cards to see the future.”
“Oh I’m sorry. I have… forgetfulness. I am Mie of the Nestern.”
From the edge of the village comes a cart, about large enough to hold about 5 or so people but is difficult to see within. This cart is pulled by an owl bear of white feather with graying fur, but it does not seem to be guided by any humanoid as a normal cart would. As it slowly makes its way down the street, the owl bear nods to the witches it passes, and slows every here and there to enjoy the sights.
The Leonin seer watches them come into the village, passing by his stand as he begins to walk alongside them, shuffling his deck of tarot cards "Oh look at you, absolutely gargantuan aren't you? Makes me wish I was half your size." He says with a strong accent, giving a charismatic smile.
The Owlbear returns the grimace, before lifting a front claw to their head and pulling it back. In a puff of feathers and hair, it is replaced by an elderly human woman, around 60, with her greying hair draped over her shoulder and the harness the owlbear was in on the floor. Her silver laced witch’s hat is off her head, but as it is connected to her brown robe, it rests on her back. “Thank you, sweety, but it the form does come with its own problems. Good strength and speed, horrible reputation. I take it you don’t practice self-transfiguration?”
“Oh I certainly do, I wouldn’t call it willing, but so are the ways of wild magic, a lot of fun, very little control.” He says, taking out of their hands, kissing the back of it softly, giving a wide grin, his flashy clothes shining in the sunlight “Altas, a pleasure to meet you madam.”
“Ah. You too dear. Wild magic you say. I don’t meet many of those nowadays. Nor Leonin. Do you mind if I ask what land you hail from, dear.?”
“I wouldn’t hope to know, I have always been traveling, but I assume you could guess that from my showmanship. You could say I’m a unique person indeed.”
“You could say everything is. Speaking of which, do you know directions to Kale Ave? The letter my daughter’s received said our new ‘house’ is there.”
“Unfortunately I have not been here long enough to be familiar with the village myself. I would be happy to look with you, considering most don’t want my services.”
“Well I would love to have them. What is your name, per chance?”
“As I said, I am Altas, I do not have a last name. I am… a seer, I use my tarot cards to see the future.”
“Oh I’m sorry. I have… forgetfulness. I am Mie of the Nestern.”
“I do not blame you, with everything I do, little details fly by. That is quite beautiful name, for a charming woman.”
Sage is walking around the village, no longer afraid of being seen. She often takes out a small book and writes notes in it.
Altas waves over to them with a smile of sharp teeth and even sharper charisma, doing tricks with his cards without any effort “Hello there, would you like your future read?”
Sage rolls her eyes. "Sure. Couldn't hurt to know."
“Well, it could, and there is the chance I explode, but that isn’t a high chance.”
Sage seems unsurprised. "I've survived worse."
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
Sage is walking around the village, no longer afraid of being seen. She often takes out a small book and writes notes in it.
Altas waves over to them with a smile of sharp teeth and even sharper charisma, doing tricks with his cards without any effort “Hello there, would you like your future read?”
Sage rolls her eyes. "Sure. Couldn't hurt to know."
“Well, it could, and there is the chance I explode, but that isn’t a high chance.”
Sage seems unsurprised. "I've survived worse."
“Most people here have, that’s the fun of being a witch.” He holds out his tarot cards.
She looks around still, trying to find something her slug might like
The only thing that seems slug-friendly is a vase of flowers on the table, and those are clearly not for sale. The bell over the door rings as a witch in gardening clothes and bandages walks in, heading straight to the front desk. The cat-girl recognises them "Oh, gloria! You're here for your appointment, right? Cass'll be down in a minute" The gardener-witch sits down shakily and takes her hat off, shaking out her short dark mop of hair, and putting it back on.
*for tarra or anyone who wants to say they're in the looking glass rn*
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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
She looks around still, trying to find something her slug might like
The only thing that seems slug-friendly is a vase of flowers on the table, and those are clearly not for sale. The bell over the door rings as a witch in gardening clothes and bandages walks in, heading straight to the front desk. The cat-girl recognises them "Oh, gloria! You're here for your appointment, right? Cass'll be down in a minute" The gardener-witch sits down shakily and takes her hat off, shaking out her short dark mop of hair, and putting it back on.
*for tarra or anyone who wants to say they're in the looking glass rn*
*Uh maybe one that corrupts the users magic. Kinda turns it against them.
Like: All spells are now necrotic. All healing spells now instead damage. All damaging spells (not healing that was turned into damage, just damage) now deal double the damage. Every spell that inflicts a negative condition deals the condition onto the user. The user takes 50% recoil (half the damage) on all of their damaging spells (Including the healing turned to damage)
She looks around still, trying to find something her slug might like
The only thing that seems slug-friendly is a vase of flowers on the table, and those are clearly not for sale. The bell over the door rings as a witch in gardening clothes and bandages walks in, heading straight to the front desk. The cat-girl recognises them "Oh, gloria! You're here for your appointment, right? Cass'll be down in a minute" The gardener-witch sits down shakily and takes her hat off, shaking out her short dark mop of hair, and putting it back on.
*for tarra or anyone who wants to say they're in the looking glass rn*
She looks to the gardener
The gardener avoids meeting her gaze, checking a nonexistent watch and watching the door
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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
She looks around still, trying to find something her slug might like
The only thing that seems slug-friendly is a vase of flowers on the table, and those are clearly not for sale. The bell over the door rings as a witch in gardening clothes and bandages walks in, heading straight to the front desk. The cat-girl recognises them "Oh, gloria! You're here for your appointment, right? Cass'll be down in a minute" The gardener-witch sits down shakily and takes her hat off, shaking out her short dark mop of hair, and putting it back on.
*for tarra or anyone who wants to say they're in the looking glass rn*
She looks to the gardener
The gardener avoids meeting her gaze, checking a nonexistent watch and watching the door
She looks around still, trying to find something her slug might like
The only thing that seems slug-friendly is a vase of flowers on the table, and those are clearly not for sale. The bell over the door rings as a witch in gardening clothes and bandages walks in, heading straight to the front desk. The cat-girl recognises them "Oh, gloria! You're here for your appointment, right? Cass'll be down in a minute" The gardener-witch sits down shakily and takes her hat off, shaking out her short dark mop of hair, and putting it back on.
*for tarra or anyone who wants to say they're in the looking glass rn*
She looks to the gardener
The gardener avoids meeting her gaze, checking a nonexistent watch and watching the door
"Hey! How ya doin'?" Thistle smiles to her
"I'm alright" she looks strange
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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
She looks around still, trying to find something her slug might like
The only thing that seems slug-friendly is a vase of flowers on the table, and those are clearly not for sale. The bell over the door rings as a witch in gardening clothes and bandages walks in, heading straight to the front desk. The cat-girl recognises them "Oh, gloria! You're here for your appointment, right? Cass'll be down in a minute" The gardener-witch sits down shakily and takes her hat off, shaking out her short dark mop of hair, and putting it back on.
*for tarra or anyone who wants to say they're in the looking glass rn*
She looks to the gardener
The gardener avoids meeting her gaze, checking a nonexistent watch and watching the door
She looks around still, trying to find something her slug might like
The only thing that seems slug-friendly is a vase of flowers on the table, and those are clearly not for sale. The bell over the door rings as a witch in gardening clothes and bandages walks in, heading straight to the front desk. The cat-girl recognises them "Oh, gloria! You're here for your appointment, right? Cass'll be down in a minute" The gardener-witch sits down shakily and takes her hat off, shaking out her short dark mop of hair, and putting it back on.
*for tarra or anyone who wants to say they're in the looking glass rn*
She looks to the gardener
The gardener avoids meeting her gaze, checking a nonexistent watch and watching the door
"Hey! How ya doin'?" Thistle smiles to her
"I'm alright" she looks strange
"You sure?" Spittle looks to her
"Yeah. I'm just waiting to be seen."
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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
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The nine foot tall giantess woman lifts the cart with relative ease, moving it out of the way of the garden’s entrance.
“Thank you. I hope your flowers and fruit bloom.” “ES’BI’KAL’IK” “That is a Tarsque saying.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*I have to go!*
“Unfortunately I have not been here long enough to be familiar with the village myself. I would be happy to look with you, considering most don’t want my services.”
*see ya*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Well I would love to have them. What is your name, per chance?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“As I said, I am Altas, I do not have a last name. I am… a seer, I use my tarot cards to see the future.”
“Oh I’m sorry. I have… forgetfulness. I am Mie of the Nestern.”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*I have to get off now*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
“I do not blame you, with everything I do, little details fly by. That is quite beautiful name, for a charming woman.”
Sage seems unsurprised. "I've survived worse."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
"It's like I said. I'm smarter than you."
“Most people here have, that’s the fun of being a witch.” He holds out his tarot cards.
*for tarra or anyone who wants to say they're in the looking glass rn*
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
She looks to the gardener
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*blp*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
The gardener avoids meeting her gaze, checking a nonexistent watch and watching the door
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
"Hey! How ya doin'?" Thistle smiles to her
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"I'm alright" she looks strange
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
"You sure?" Spittle looks to her
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"Yeah. I'm just waiting to be seen."
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