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! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
A tall person, with skinny limbs and pure white skin, walks out of his room. "Ow! Son of a Wyrm!" He hits his head on the doorway. "Every single time." He hunches down to get out, and stands up to his full height, about ten feet tall. "What is this place?"
*Hecc it, meet the Pure Vessel.*
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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!)
The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap. Stay safe, eat cake.
A small, young boy, enters the Bathhouse. He has blond hair, blue eyes, and slightly tanned skin. He walks with a limp, and gazes around the walls with hesitation.
A slender catlike alien with blue and white fur walks past, taking notice of the boy. "You lost, kid?"
He turns to the alien, a look of pure fear on his face. Then his face goes blank. "Where am I?"
"You're at the bathhouse. I think you'll like it here"
Will is reading his book again, and is eating a bowl full of guacamole. He looks extremely confused. “Why-why is there no war here?” He asks himself. Himself does not respond.
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Will is reading his book again, and is eating a bowl full of guacamole. He looks extremely confused. “Why-why is there no war here?” He asks himself. Himself does not respond.
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
A small, young boy, enters the Bathhouse. He has blond hair, blue eyes, and slightly tanned skin. He walks with a limp, and gazes around the walls with hesitation.
A slender catlike alien with blue and white fur walks past, taking notice of the boy. "You lost, kid?"
He turns to the alien, a look of pure fear on his face. Then his face goes blank. "Where am I?"
"You're at the bathhouse. I think you'll like it here"
"Why?'
A dragon walks by. "Umm... you can be clean, I guess? Who're you asking, the kitty man?" He cocks his head at the boy.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
An eighteen year old boy with messy short brown hair and reddish eyes is standing in the bathhouse. He grins eerily as he stares at some of the people there. He wears a robe that looks suspiciously like a lab coat, and his sharp teeth are stained with something red.
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
An eighteen year old boy with messy short brown hair and reddish eyes is standing in the bathhouse. He grins eerily as he stares at some of the people there. He wears a robe that looks suspiciously like a lab coat, and his sharp teeth are stained with something red.
Another person who he would recognise as Dr. Mason enters carrying a kid who she lays on a lounge chair. He would recognise the kid too, Experiment 3421, she's been marked as a priority. Her name is Kuroyuri, but nobody on the staff uses names unless they have to.
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
An eighteen year old boy with messy short brown hair and reddish eyes is standing in the bathhouse. He grins eerily as he stares at some of the people there. He wears a robe that looks suspiciously like a lab coat, and his sharp teeth are stained with something red.
Another person who he would recognise as Dr. Mason enters carrying a kid who she lays on a lounge chair. He would recognise the kid too, Experiment 3421, she's been marked as a priority. Her name is Kuroyuri, but nobody on the staff uses names unless they have to.
“How’s the experiment, Mason?” He asks. Mason knows his name is Damascus, Damas for short.
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
The boy with strawberry blonde hair, dressed in multiple layers of fine silken fabrics, takes a leisurely walk throughout the garden. It’s clear that his eyes are being obscured not just by his long, wavy hair, but also in an ornate white silk blindfold connected to a thin golden chain going around his head, under his hair. It matches his gold necklace, gold bracelets, and now that he’s out of the water, his matching golden anklets.
An eighteen year old boy with messy short brown hair and reddish eyes is standing in the bathhouse. He grins eerily as he stares at some of the people there. He wears a robe that looks suspiciously like a lab coat, and his sharp teeth are stained with something red.
Another person who he would recognise as Dr. Mason enters carrying a kid who she lays on a lounge chair. He would recognise the kid too, Experiment 3421, she's been marked as a priority. Her name is Kuroyuri, but nobody on the staff uses names unless they have to.
“How’s the experiment, Mason?” He asks. Mason knows his name is Damascus, Damas for short.
"There are guests around, Damas, hold your tongue" she scowls at him
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The boy with strawberry blonde hair, dressed in multiple layers of fine silken fabrics, takes a leisurely walk throughout the garden. It’s clear that his eyes are being obscured not just by his long, wavy hair, but also in an ornate white silk blindfold connected to a thin golden chain going around his head, under his hair. It matches his gold necklace, gold bracelets, and now that he’s out of the water, his matching golden anklets.
Damas, the doctor, is standing by the boy. “Hello there, subject-I mean, friend.”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
An eighteen year old boy with messy short brown hair and reddish eyes is standing in the bathhouse. He grins eerily as he stares at some of the people there. He wears a robe that looks suspiciously like a lab coat, and his sharp teeth are stained with something red.
Another person who he would recognise as Dr. Mason enters carrying a kid who she lays on a lounge chair. He would recognise the kid too, Experiment 3421, she's been marked as a priority. Her name is Kuroyuri, but nobody on the staff uses names unless they have to.
“How’s the experiment, Mason?” He asks. Mason knows his name is Damascus, Damas for short.
"There are guests around, Damas, hold your tongue" she scowls at him
“My apologies. I was just eager. Shall we talk downstairs?”
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
The boy with strawberry blonde hair, dressed in multiple layers of fine silken fabrics, takes a leisurely walk throughout the garden. It’s clear that his eyes are being obscured not just by his long, wavy hair, but also in an ornate white silk blindfold connected to a thin golden chain going around his head, under his hair. It matches his gold necklace, gold bracelets, and now that he’s out of the water, his matching golden anklets.
Damas, the doctor, is standing by the boy. “Hello there, subject-I mean, friend.”
The boy turns to look at Damascus, tilting his head quizzically. “Hm?… oh, hello there.” He says in a quiet, soothing voice. Like with what Will experienced, his voice leaves a slight ringing in his ears, and it’s hard to look directly at the boy, especially his face. Though not impossible.
The boy with strawberry blonde hair, dressed in multiple layers of fine silken fabrics, takes a leisurely walk throughout the garden. It’s clear that his eyes are being obscured not just by his long, wavy hair, but also in an ornate white silk blindfold connected to a thin golden chain going around his head, under his hair. It matches his gold necklace, gold bracelets, and now that he’s out of the water, his matching golden anklets.
Damas, the doctor, is standing by the boy. “Hello there, subject-I mean, friend.”
The boy turns to look at Damascus, tilting his head quizzically. “Hm?… oh, hello there.” He says in a quiet, soothing voice. Like with what Will experienced, his voice leaves a slight ringing in his ears, and it’s hard to look directly at the boy, especially his face. Though not impossible.
Damas looks closer. “How’s are you feeling?” He pulls out a notebook.
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
The boy with strawberry blonde hair, dressed in multiple layers of fine silken fabrics, takes a leisurely walk throughout the garden. It’s clear that his eyes are being obscured not just by his long, wavy hair, but also in an ornate white silk blindfold connected to a thin golden chain going around his head, under his hair. It matches his gold necklace, gold bracelets, and now that he’s out of the water, his matching golden anklets.
Damas, the doctor, is standing by the boy. “Hello there, subject-I mean, friend.”
The boy turns to look at Damascus, tilting his head quizzically. “Hm?… oh, hello there.” He says in a quiet, soothing voice. Like with what Will experienced, his voice leaves a slight ringing in his ears, and it’s hard to look directly at the boy, especially his face. Though not impossible.
Damas looks closer. “How’s are you feeling?” He pulls out a notebook.
“Okay…” he says slowly. “This place is nice.”
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*Hello!*
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! This is my original account, but you’ll probably see me on my main accounts, Gonzalo3, and Gonzalo5. Don’t ask why I have so many alts.
A tall person, with skinny limbs and pure white skin, walks out of his room. "Ow! Son of a Wyrm!" He hits his head on the doorway. "Every single time." He hunches down to get out, and stands up to his full height, about ten feet tall. "What is this place?"
*Hecc it, meet the Pure Vessel.*
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!)
The more you weigh, the harder you are to kidnap. Stay safe, eat cake.
"Why?'
Will is reading his book again, and is eating a bowl full of guacamole. He looks extremely confused. “Why-why is there no war here?” He asks himself. Himself does not respond.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
A dragon walks by. "Umm... you can be clean, I guess? Who're you asking, the kitty man?" He cocks his head at the boy.
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
Will looks up, glancing at the dragon. “Didn’t know there were dragons here.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
*hello guys!*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Hello, Fry! Can I make a staff member?*
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
a8anyone can*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Alright!*
An eighteen year old boy with messy short brown hair and reddish eyes is standing in the bathhouse. He grins eerily as he stares at some of the people there. He wears a robe that looks suspiciously like a lab coat, and his sharp teeth are stained with something red.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
Another person who he would recognise as Dr. Mason enters carrying a kid who she lays on a lounge chair. He would recognise the kid too, Experiment 3421, she's been marked as a priority. Her name is Kuroyuri, but nobody on the staff uses names unless they have to.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“How’s the experiment, Mason?” He asks. Mason knows his name is Damascus, Damas for short.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
The boy with strawberry blonde hair, dressed in multiple layers of fine silken fabrics, takes a leisurely walk throughout the garden. It’s clear that his eyes are being obscured not just by his long, wavy hair, but also in an ornate white silk blindfold connected to a thin golden chain going around his head, under his hair. It matches his gold necklace, gold bracelets, and now that he’s out of the water, his matching golden anklets.
"There are guests around, Damas, hold your tongue" she scowls at him
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Damas, the doctor, is standing by the boy. “Hello there, subject-I mean, friend.”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
“My apologies. I was just eager. Shall we talk downstairs?”
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
The boy turns to look at Damascus, tilting his head quizzically. “Hm?… oh, hello there.” He says in a quiet, soothing voice. Like with what Will experienced, his voice leaves a slight ringing in his ears, and it’s hard to look directly at the boy, especially his face. Though not impossible.
Damas looks closer. “How’s are you feeling?” He pulls out a notebook.
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
“Okay…” he says slowly. “This place is nice.”