He takes a deep breath after crushing the can, “I’m not blaming myself, it’s just my fault.”
“That is the definition of blaming yourself. Now tell me, what did you do that ended your parents. If it’s really your fault, prove it to me. Tell me the story.”
“My mom died because I was born, and my dad is in prison because he got caught stealing food for me. In both situations, it’s my fault.” He sits down on the ground “And now I’m just abandoning them by being here.”
“So it’s your fault that,” she starts counting things off on her fingers, “your parents got together, smashed, got pregnant, chose to keep the baby when they couldn’t afford one…”
He looks up at them, shaking his head, “It’s my fault my mom died, if not anything else, I don’t know why you’re convinced of otherwise, what does it matter to you anyway?”
“Well maybe I care about you too! There, I said it. Go on, laugh” she turns away from him so he won’t see her blush, leaning against Thalia’s Pine.
He looks back down so she can’t see his own blush, putting down his harp and destroyed can, “Really…?” He asks, his voice filled with an unsureness and disbelief.
Other campers turn towards them, pointing and whispering. But not because of the fight. Because there’s the image of a glowing, pink, heart shaped seashell hovering over Clara’s head.
He looks back up, sees the heart shapes seashell, and blushes more, “Oh… you really do…. Well… I do too…” He stands back up, walking in front of them after picking his harp back up, “I’m gonna… go fishing… it’d be cool if you came along.” He begins walking towards his fishing spot.
*UM EXCUSE ME DON'T HUNTERS HAVE LIKE NO ROMANCE THING?!*
*I mean, this is a fan made thread, does it have to be perfectly accurate?*
(Seeing as how Artemis kicks out hunters if they do decide to romance, i'd say in this scenario yes)
*Kicks out is certainly one way of putting it.*
(If you have a better way of putting it, go right ahead. it's been a hot second since i've read the books)
*Yeah, can't hunters can just leave if they want?*
(tbh, I don't remember. i'll trust you on it though)
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I am lost with a direction I am failure and perfection Without grace, but I am tired Of walking life like it's a wire
"thanks!" Omar is still cartwheeling and flipping and somersaulting around, burying the knife in non-leathal, but still painful places before it returns to their hand
"Your pretty good at finding weak points I see, though I notice your power is well restrained. That takes a lot of discipline to accomplish that, especially with a dagger."
"why thank you! i taught myself"
"All the more impressive. Not a fan of violence or just like the challenge of fighting that way?"
*okay sorry but you do know the term “asado” is a Spanish barbecue term right*
*Yep. Asada is also half of the name for grilled or sliced beef in latin america, Carne asada. The food name is intentional. lol*
*kay just wanted to make sure you knew because i feel like you’ve used that as a name before*
*I have a couple of time, I tend to use a few names I really like when rping with friends elsewhere, and they end up getting used here as well.*
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
He takes a deep breath after crushing the can, “I’m not blaming myself, it’s just my fault.”
“That is the definition of blaming yourself. Now tell me, what did you do that ended your parents. If it’s really your fault, prove it to me. Tell me the story.”
“My mom died because I was born, and my dad is in prison because he got caught stealing food for me. In both situations, it’s my fault.” He sits down on the ground “And now I’m just abandoning them by being here.”
“So it’s your fault that,” she starts counting things off on her fingers, “your parents got together, smashed, got pregnant, chose to keep the baby when they couldn’t afford one…”
He looks up at them, shaking his head, “It’s my fault my mom died, if not anything else, I don’t know why you’re convinced of otherwise, what does it matter to you anyway?”
“Well maybe I care about you too! There, I said it. Go on, laugh” she turns away from him so he won’t see her blush, leaning against Thalia’s Pine.
He looks back down so she can’t see his own blush, putting down his harp and destroyed can, “Really…?” He asks, his voice filled with an unsureness and disbelief.
Other campers turn towards them, pointing and whispering. But not because of the fight. Because there’s the image of a glowing, pink, heart shaped seashell hovering over Clara’s head.
He looks back up, sees the heart shapes seashell, and blushes more, “Oh… you really do…. Well… I do too…” He stands back up, walking in front of them after picking his harp back up, “I’m gonna… go fishing… it’d be cool if you came along.” He begins walking towards his fishing spot.
*UM EXCUSE ME DON'T HUNTERS HAVE LIKE NO ROMANCE THING?!*
*I mean, this is a fan made thread, does it have to be perfectly accurate?*
(Seeing as how Artemis kicks out hunters if they do decide to romance, i'd say in this scenario yes)
*Kicks out is certainly one way of putting it.*
(If you have a better way of putting it, go right ahead. it's been a hot second since i've read the books)
*Yeah, can't hunters can just leave if they want?*
*Kicks out is how Riordan describes it. In the myths, the primary example is Kallisto, who is forced by Zeus, turned into bear by Artemis because she hid it, and subsequently exiled and killed by hunters (not of Artemis) later.*
(If you have a better way of putting it, go right ahead. it's been a hot second since i've read the books)
*I think redpelt is implying that the punishment is a LOT harsher than getting kicked out*
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“You ever had cause to wear Kevlar?” Sadhbán is a good patient - they don’t flinch at the treatments and move when told to. “Blood stains pretty easily. Are you sure you want me to use some of your clothing to wipe it off? Also, do you mind holding still for a few minutes? I want to test something.”
He pauses. “I- what? And yea. The bandana’s red anyway.” Angelo holds still, head tilted a little with slightly confused expression. He’s not frowning or making the stupid smirk for once.
Sadhbán uses silent image to painstakingly reconstruct an image of the alternate form of Angelo they can see in the Mist. “Worn it like this? Also, blood stains brown, not red. I’ll use a flannel or something later.”
“I..” He trails off, staring. Angelo blinks slowly, his vision unfocusing. “What… I…” His accent returns, a bit thicker, as if he weren’t concentrating on leveling it out. He looks like he’s zoning out, the hazy outline of the apparition flickering. “No. I’m not.. supposed to..” Angelo says absently.
Sadhbán lets the illusion dissipate, frowning. “Are you feeling alright?”
He takes a deep breath after crushing the can, “I’m not blaming myself, it’s just my fault.”
“That is the definition of blaming yourself. Now tell me, what did you do that ended your parents. If it’s really your fault, prove it to me. Tell me the story.”
“My mom died because I was born, and my dad is in prison because he got caught stealing food for me. In both situations, it’s my fault.” He sits down on the ground “And now I’m just abandoning them by being here.”
“So it’s your fault that,” she starts counting things off on her fingers, “your parents got together, smashed, got pregnant, chose to keep the baby when they couldn’t afford one…”
He looks up at them, shaking his head, “It’s my fault my mom died, if not anything else, I don’t know why you’re convinced of otherwise, what does it matter to you anyway?”
“Well maybe I care about you too! There, I said it. Go on, laugh” she turns away from him so he won’t see her blush, leaning against Thalia’s Pine.
He looks back down so she can’t see his own blush, putting down his harp and destroyed can, “Really…?” He asks, his voice filled with an unsureness and disbelief.
Other campers turn towards them, pointing and whispering. But not because of the fight. Because there’s the image of a glowing, pink, heart shaped seashell hovering over Clara’s head.
He looks back up, sees the heart shapes seashell, and blushes more, “Oh… you really do…. Well… I do too…” He stands back up, walking in front of them after picking his harp back up, “I’m gonna… go fishing… it’d be cool if you came along.” He begins walking towards his fishing spot.
*UM EXCUSE ME DON'T HUNTERS HAVE LIKE NO ROMANCE THING?!*
*I mean, this is a fan made thread, does it have to be perfectly accurate?*
(Seeing as how Artemis kicks out hunters if they do decide to romance, i'd say in this scenario yes)
*Kicks out is certainly one way of putting it.*
(If you have a better way of putting it, go right ahead. it's been a hot second since i've read the books)
*Yeah, can't hunters can just leave if they want?*
*Kicks out is how Riordan describes it. In the myths, the primary example is Kallisto, who is forced by Zeus, turned into bear by Artemis because she hid it, and subsequently exiled and killed by hunters (not of Artemis) later.*
*Well, wasn't that because Kallisto hid the fact that she was pregnant...? Also, several characters in the later series, Trials of Apollo, were ex-hunters*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
“You ever had cause to wear Kevlar?” Sadhbán is a good patient - they don’t flinch at the treatments and move when told to. “Blood stains pretty easily. Are you sure you want me to use some of your clothing to wipe it off? Also, do you mind holding still for a few minutes? I want to test something.”
He pauses. “I- what? And yea. The bandana’s red anyway.” Angelo holds still, head tilted a little with slightly confused expression. He’s not frowning or making the stupid smirk for once.
Sadhbán uses silent image to painstakingly reconstruct an image of the alternate form of Angelo they can see in the Mist. “Worn it like this? Also, blood stains brown, not red. I’ll use a flannel or something later.”
“I..” He trails off, staring. Angelo blinks slowly, his vision unfocusing. “What… I…” His accent returns, a bit thicker, as if he weren’t concentrating on leveling it out. He looks like he’s zoning out, the hazy outline of the apparition flickering. “No. I’m not.. supposed to..” Angelo says absently.
Sadhbán lets the illusion dissipate, frowning. “Are you feeling alright?”
He blinks. “I don’t.. know? What were we talking about?”
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He takes a deep breath after crushing the can, “I’m not blaming myself, it’s just my fault.”
“That is the definition of blaming yourself. Now tell me, what did you do that ended your parents. If it’s really your fault, prove it to me. Tell me the story.”
“My mom died because I was born, and my dad is in prison because he got caught stealing food for me. In both situations, it’s my fault.” He sits down on the ground “And now I’m just abandoning them by being here.”
“So it’s your fault that,” she starts counting things off on her fingers, “your parents got together, smashed, got pregnant, chose to keep the baby when they couldn’t afford one…”
He looks up at them, shaking his head, “It’s my fault my mom died, if not anything else, I don’t know why you’re convinced of otherwise, what does it matter to you anyway?”
“Well maybe I care about you too! There, I said it. Go on, laugh” she turns away from him so he won’t see her blush, leaning against Thalia’s Pine.
He looks back down so she can’t see his own blush, putting down his harp and destroyed can, “Really…?” He asks, his voice filled with an unsureness and disbelief.
Other campers turn towards them, pointing and whispering. But not because of the fight. Because there’s the image of a glowing, pink, heart shaped seashell hovering over Clara’s head.
He looks back up, sees the heart shapes seashell, and blushes more, “Oh… you really do…. Well… I do too…” He stands back up, walking in front of them after picking his harp back up, “I’m gonna… go fishing… it’d be cool if you came along.” He begins walking towards his fishing spot.
She looks up at him, then notices the seashell and stares intently at the ground, covering her head with her hood. “I think I’ll stay here for a bit. I’m a little overwhelmed.” As he walks away he hears her whispering to herself “why’d you go on and do that. He probably doesn’t want anything to do with you now. Especially with being claimed by Aphrodite, will i even fit in with any of them augghh.”
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
Chase is trying to manipulate the mist, to no avail.
Ace looks at him, working on his map though
“What’re you looking at?” He grunts,
"Generally you. Uh... why?" He looks at him
“I’m busy.” He growls, scrunching up his forehead in another attempt to mess with the mist. It doesn’t work.
"Do ya need help?" He sighs
“I don’t think you can help. You’re new, right? Not a Hermes kid but in my cabin? Cordon can manipulate the mist and I’m trying to prove I’m better than him. I can figure this out.”
*Man, I might just retcon him being a hunter of Artemis all together, so I don’t have any issues with not having the context for things, make him a son of Poseidon or some crap.*
He takes a deep breath after crushing the can, “I’m not blaming myself, it’s just my fault.”
“That is the definition of blaming yourself. Now tell me, what did you do that ended your parents. If it’s really your fault, prove it to me. Tell me the story.”
“My mom died because I was born, and my dad is in prison because he got caught stealing food for me. In both situations, it’s my fault.” He sits down on the ground “And now I’m just abandoning them by being here.”
“So it’s your fault that,” she starts counting things off on her fingers, “your parents got together, smashed, got pregnant, chose to keep the baby when they couldn’t afford one…”
He looks up at them, shaking his head, “It’s my fault my mom died, if not anything else, I don’t know why you’re convinced of otherwise, what does it matter to you anyway?”
“Well maybe I care about you too! There, I said it. Go on, laugh” she turns away from him so he won’t see her blush, leaning against Thalia’s Pine.
He looks back down so she can’t see his own blush, putting down his harp and destroyed can, “Really…?” He asks, his voice filled with an unsureness and disbelief.
Other campers turn towards them, pointing and whispering. But not because of the fight. Because there’s the image of a glowing, pink, heart shaped seashell hovering over Clara’s head.
He looks back up, sees the heart shapes seashell, and blushes more, “Oh… you really do…. Well… I do too…” He stands back up, walking in front of them after picking his harp back up, “I’m gonna… go fishing… it’d be cool if you came along.” He begins walking towards his fishing spot.
She looks up at him, then notices the seashell and stares intently at the ground, covering her head with her hood. “I think I’ll stay here for a bit. I’m a little overwhelmed.” As he walks away he hears her whispering to herself “why’d you go on and do that. He probably doesn’t want anything to do with you now. Especially with being claimed by Aphrodite, will i even fit in with any of them augghh.”
*Good place to end, gotta change some stuff on Liam’s character sheet, reconning some things and make him a Sea Druid.*
*Kicks out is how Riordan describes it. In the myths, the primary example is Kallisto, who is forced by Zeus, turned into bear by Artemis because she hid it, and subsequently exiled and killed by hunters (not of Artemis) later.*
*Well, wasn't that because Kallisto hid the fact that she was pregnant...? Also, several characters in the later series, Trials of Apollo, were ex-hunters*
*The pregnancy was the evidence. The “crime” was Kallisto hiding that she’d been forced by Zeus from Artemis, which she died for. I doubt Artemis would look upon one of her hunters engaging in any sort of romance willingly favourably, but that doesn’t mean she has a problem with her hunters leaving first.*
*Man, I might just retcon him being a hunter of Artemis all together, so I don’t have any issues with not having the context for things, make him a son of Poseidon or some crap.*
*Isn't Glaukos the god of fishing...? You could do that*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
He takes a deep breath after crushing the can, “I’m not blaming myself, it’s just my fault.”
“That is the definition of blaming yourself. Now tell me, what did you do that ended your parents. If it’s really your fault, prove it to me. Tell me the story.”
“My mom died because I was born, and my dad is in prison because he got caught stealing food for me. In both situations, it’s my fault.” He sits down on the ground “And now I’m just abandoning them by being here.”
“So it’s your fault that,” she starts counting things off on her fingers, “your parents got together, smashed, got pregnant, chose to keep the baby when they couldn’t afford one…”
He looks up at them, shaking his head, “It’s my fault my mom died, if not anything else, I don’t know why you’re convinced of otherwise, what does it matter to you anyway?”
“Well maybe I care about you too! There, I said it. Go on, laugh” she turns away from him so he won’t see her blush, leaning against Thalia’s Pine.
He looks back down so she can’t see his own blush, putting down his harp and destroyed can, “Really…?” He asks, his voice filled with an unsureness and disbelief.
Other campers turn towards them, pointing and whispering. But not because of the fight. Because there’s the image of a glowing, pink, heart shaped seashell hovering over Clara’s head.
He looks back up, sees the heart shapes seashell, and blushes more, “Oh… you really do…. Well… I do too…” He stands back up, walking in front of them after picking his harp back up, “I’m gonna… go fishing… it’d be cool if you came along.” He begins walking towards his fishing spot.
*UM EXCUSE ME DON'T HUNTERS HAVE LIKE NO ROMANCE THING?!*
*I mean, this is a fan made thread, does it have to be perfectly accurate?*
(Seeing as how Artemis kicks out hunters if they do decide to romance, i'd say in this scenario yes)
*Kicks out is certainly one way of putting it.*
(If you have a better way of putting it, go right ahead. it's been a hot second since i've read the books)
*Yeah, can't hunters can just leave if they want?*
*Kicks out is how Riordan describes it. In the myths, the primary example is Kallisto, who is forced by Zeus, turned into bear by Artemis because she hid it, and subsequently exiled and killed by hunters (not of Artemis) later.*
*Well, wasn't that because Kallisto hid the fact that she was pregnant...? Also, several characters in the later series, Trials of Apollo, were ex-hunters*
*The pregnancy was the evidence. The “crime” was Kallisto hiding that she’d been forced by Zeus from Artemis, which she died for. I doubt Artemis would look upon one of her hunters engaging in any sort of romance willingly favourably, but that doesn’t mean she has a problem with her hunters leaving first.*
*true, true*
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Chase is trying to manipulate the mist, to no avail.
Ace looks at him, working on his map though
“What’re you looking at?” He grunts,
"Generally you. Uh... why?" He looks at him
“I’m busy.” He growls, scrunching up his forehead in another attempt to mess with the mist. It doesn’t work.
"Do ya need help?" He sighs
“I don’t think you can help. You’re new, right? Not a Hermes kid but in my cabin? Cordon can manipulate the mist and I’m trying to prove I’m better than him. I can figure this out.”
"Hmm... I'm from like a week ago, and yeah, I probably can't help, though I might be able to"
(tbh, I don't remember. i'll trust you on it though)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
*I have a couple of time, I tend to use a few names I really like when rping with friends elsewhere, and they end up getting used here as well.*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*Kicks out is how Riordan describes it. In the myths, the primary example is Kallisto, who is forced by Zeus, turned into bear by Artemis because she hid it, and subsequently exiled and killed by hunters (not of Artemis) later.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
“I’m busy.” He growls, scrunching up his forehead in another attempt to mess with the mist. It doesn’t work.
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
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*I think redpelt is implying that the punishment is a LOT harsher than getting kicked out*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"Do ya need help?" He sighs
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.
(apologies, I did not know that)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
Sadhbán lets the illusion dissipate, frowning. “Are you feeling alright?”
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
"Sure, sounds like a plan."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*Well, wasn't that because Kallisto hid the fact that she was pregnant...? Also, several characters in the later series, Trials of Apollo, were ex-hunters*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
He blinks. “I don’t.. know? What were we talking about?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
She looks up at him, then notices the seashell and stares intently at the ground, covering her head with her hood. “I think I’ll stay here for a bit. I’m a little overwhelmed.” As he walks away he hears her whispering to herself “why’d you go on and do that. He probably doesn’t want anything to do with you now. Especially with being claimed by Aphrodite, will i even fit in with any of them augghh.”
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
Stay Paranoid!! My Drummer given title is… Swift as the Dragon
May the dice roll ever in your favor
“I don’t think you can help. You’re new, right? Not a Hermes kid but in my cabin? Cordon can manipulate the mist and I’m trying to prove I’m better than him. I can figure this out.”
Conflicted
Confused
Maybe I will return. Perhaps not.
Extended Signature!
*Man, I might just retcon him being a hunter of Artemis all together, so I don’t have any issues with not having the context for things, make him a son of Poseidon or some crap.*
He soon walks back with a cup of mocha
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.
*Good place to end, gotta change some stuff on Liam’s character sheet, reconning some things and make him a Sea Druid.*
*The pregnancy was the evidence. The “crime” was Kallisto hiding that she’d been forced by Zeus from Artemis, which she died for. I doubt Artemis would look upon one of her hunters engaging in any sort of romance willingly favourably, but that doesn’t mean she has a problem with her hunters leaving first.*
I can’t remember what’s supposed to go here.
*Isn't Glaukos the god of fishing...? You could do that*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
*true, true*
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"Hmm... I'm from like a week ago, and yeah, I probably can't help, though I might be able to"
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.