A girl stands on a street corner, glancing down at a scrap of paper in her hand, then at the city before her, then back to the paper again. Her black, catlike tail swings anxiously behind her, swishing her skirt a little along with it. Two matching ears peek out from under her flat black cap, twitching with each sound around her. The wind almost carries her hat away, but she snatches it out of the air before it can get very far. *I’ll intro her mistress later*
A young mage, maybe 12 or 13 bumps into her “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He wears a stark white mage robe that looks a size or two too big for him, with messy hair of the same color. His eyes are like a swirling rainbow, a mess of various colors. He also for some reason has unnaturally pointed ears and two small bumps on his forehead “You look lost.”
You notice that the paper she’s holding is a map. Well, sort of. It’s poorly drawn on a napkin with pink glittery ink and a note that says “Meet me here” with a little circle. “Is it that easy to tell?” She laughs nervously
“Yep.” He looks closer at the map “Who made that map?”
“My mentor” she turns the map upside down. “It doesn’t make any more sense this way around”
He squints at the map “I have…no idea what this is supposed to be, and I’ve lived in Kraftstadt for about as long as I can remember.“ he starts walking off, turning around for a moment “C’mon! There’s only so much city to cover. Eventually we’ll find your mentor.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A girl stands on a street corner, glancing down at a scrap of paper in her hand, then at the city before her, then back to the paper again. Her black, catlike tail swings anxiously behind her, swishing her skirt a little along with it. Two matching ears peek out from under her flat black cap, twitching with each sound around her. The wind almost carries her hat away, but she snatches it out of the air before it can get very far. *I’ll intro her mistress later*
A young mage, maybe 12 or 13 bumps into her “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He wears a stark white mage robe that looks a size or two too big for him, with messy hair of the same color. His eyes are like a swirling rainbow, a mess of various colors. He also for some reason has unnaturally pointed ears and two small bumps on his forehead “You look lost.”
You notice that the paper she’s holding is a map. Well, sort of. It’s poorly drawn on a napkin with pink glittery ink and a note that says “Meet me here” with a little circle. “Is it that easy to tell?” She laughs nervously
“Yep.” He looks closer at the map “Who made that map?”
“My mentor” she turns the map upside down. “It doesn’t make any more sense this way around”
He squints at the map “I have…no idea what this is supposed to be, and I’ve lived in Kraftstadt for about as long as I can remember.“ he starts walking off, turning around for a moment “C’mon! There’s only so much city to cover. Eventually we’ll find your mentor.”
“Ah! Alright!” She follows, a bit uneasy
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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)
A girl stands on a street corner, glancing down at a scrap of paper in her hand, then at the city before her, then back to the paper again. Her black, catlike tail swings anxiously behind her, swishing her skirt a little along with it. Two matching ears peek out from under her flat black cap, twitching with each sound around her. The wind almost carries her hat away, but she snatches it out of the air before it can get very far. *I’ll intro her mistress later*
A young mage, maybe 12 or 13 bumps into her “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He wears a stark white mage robe that looks a size or two too big for him, with messy hair of the same color. His eyes are like a swirling rainbow, a mess of various colors. He also for some reason has unnaturally pointed ears and two small bumps on his forehead “You look lost.”
You notice that the paper she’s holding is a map. Well, sort of. It’s poorly drawn on a napkin with pink glittery ink and a note that says “Meet me here” with a little circle. “Is it that easy to tell?” She laughs nervously
“Yep.” He looks closer at the map “Who made that map?”
“My mentor” she turns the map upside down. “It doesn’t make any more sense this way around”
He squints at the map “I have…no idea what this is supposed to be, and I’ve lived in Kraftstadt for about as long as I can remember.“ he starts walking off, turning around for a moment “C’mon! There’s only so much city to cover. Eventually we’ll find your mentor.”
“Ah! Alright!” She follows, a bit uneasy
He takes out a wand from his sleeve, waving it around like a conductor “I’m Syrme by the way. The Super Duper Awesome 12 and 3 quarters years old magical prodigy.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A girl stands on a street corner, glancing down at a scrap of paper in her hand, then at the city before her, then back to the paper again. Her black, catlike tail swings anxiously behind her, swishing her skirt a little along with it. Two matching ears peek out from under her flat black cap, twitching with each sound around her. The wind almost carries her hat away, but she snatches it out of the air before it can get very far. *I’ll intro her mistress later*
A young mage, maybe 12 or 13 bumps into her “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He wears a stark white mage robe that looks a size or two too big for him, with messy hair of the same color. His eyes are like a swirling rainbow, a mess of various colors. He also for some reason has unnaturally pointed ears and two small bumps on his forehead “You look lost.”
You notice that the paper she’s holding is a map. Well, sort of. It’s poorly drawn on a napkin with pink glittery ink and a note that says “Meet me here” with a little circle. “Is it that easy to tell?” She laughs nervously
“Yep.” He looks closer at the map “Who made that map?”
“My mentor” she turns the map upside down. “It doesn’t make any more sense this way around”
He squints at the map “I have…no idea what this is supposed to be, and I’ve lived in Kraftstadt for about as long as I can remember.“ he starts walking off, turning around for a moment “C’mon! There’s only so much city to cover. Eventually we’ll find your mentor.”
“Ah! Alright!” She follows, a bit uneasy
He takes out a wand from his sleeve, waving it around like a conductor “I’m Syrme by the way. The Super Duper Awesome 12 and 3 quarters years old magical prodigy.”
“I’m Thalia. The, well, incredibly unlucky 14 year old magical novice.”
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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)
A girl stands on a street corner, glancing down at a scrap of paper in her hand, then at the city before her, then back to the paper again. Her black, catlike tail swings anxiously behind her, swishing her skirt a little along with it. Two matching ears peek out from under her flat black cap, twitching with each sound around her. The wind almost carries her hat away, but she snatches it out of the air before it can get very far. *I’ll intro her mistress later*
A young mage, maybe 12 or 13 bumps into her “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He wears a stark white mage robe that looks a size or two too big for him, with messy hair of the same color. His eyes are like a swirling rainbow, a mess of various colors. He also for some reason has unnaturally pointed ears and two small bumps on his forehead “You look lost.”
You notice that the paper she’s holding is a map. Well, sort of. It’s poorly drawn on a napkin with pink glittery ink and a note that says “Meet me here” with a little circle. “Is it that easy to tell?” She laughs nervously
“Yep.” He looks closer at the map “Who made that map?”
“My mentor” she turns the map upside down. “It doesn’t make any more sense this way around”
He squints at the map “I have…no idea what this is supposed to be, and I’ve lived in Kraftstadt for about as long as I can remember.“ he starts walking off, turning around for a moment “C’mon! There’s only so much city to cover. Eventually we’ll find your mentor.”
“Ah! Alright!” She follows, a bit uneasy
He takes out a wand from his sleeve, waving it around like a conductor “I’m Syrme by the way. The Super Duper Awesome 12 and 3 quarters years old magical prodigy.”
“I’m Thalia. The, well, incredibly unlucky 14 year old magical novice.”
“Ooh! Something to do with you being part cat or whatever? Were you cursed by a witch? Or were you born this way? Not that there’s anything wrong with being part cat or whatever.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A girl stands on a street corner, glancing down at a scrap of paper in her hand, then at the city before her, then back to the paper again. Her black, catlike tail swings anxiously behind her, swishing her skirt a little along with it. Two matching ears peek out from under her flat black cap, twitching with each sound around her. The wind almost carries her hat away, but she snatches it out of the air before it can get very far. *I’ll intro her mistress later*
A young mage, maybe 12 or 13 bumps into her “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He wears a stark white mage robe that looks a size or two too big for him, with messy hair of the same color. His eyes are like a swirling rainbow, a mess of various colors. He also for some reason has unnaturally pointed ears and two small bumps on his forehead “You look lost.”
You notice that the paper she’s holding is a map. Well, sort of. It’s poorly drawn on a napkin with pink glittery ink and a note that says “Meet me here” with a little circle. “Is it that easy to tell?” She laughs nervously
“Yep.” He looks closer at the map “Who made that map?”
“My mentor” she turns the map upside down. “It doesn’t make any more sense this way around”
He squints at the map “I have…no idea what this is supposed to be, and I’ve lived in Kraftstadt for about as long as I can remember.“ he starts walking off, turning around for a moment “C’mon! There’s only so much city to cover. Eventually we’ll find your mentor.”
“Ah! Alright!” She follows, a bit uneasy
He takes out a wand from his sleeve, waving it around like a conductor “I’m Syrme by the way. The Super Duper Awesome 12 and 3 quarters years old magical prodigy.”
“I’m Thalia. The, well, incredibly unlucky 14 year old magical novice.”
“Ooh! Something to do with you being part cat or whatever? Were you cursed by a witch? Or were you born this way? Not that there’s anything wrong with being part cat or whatever.”
“I’m not sure why, but I was born this way.” She takes off her hat, shakes it out, and sets it back on top of her ears. “With both the bad luck, and the catty bits.”
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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)
A girl stands on a street corner, glancing down at a scrap of paper in her hand, then at the city before her, then back to the paper again. Her black, catlike tail swings anxiously behind her, swishing her skirt a little along with it. Two matching ears peek out from under her flat black cap, twitching with each sound around her. The wind almost carries her hat away, but she snatches it out of the air before it can get very far. *I’ll intro her mistress later*
A young mage, maybe 12 or 13 bumps into her “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He wears a stark white mage robe that looks a size or two too big for him, with messy hair of the same color. His eyes are like a swirling rainbow, a mess of various colors. He also for some reason has unnaturally pointed ears and two small bumps on his forehead “You look lost.”
You notice that the paper she’s holding is a map. Well, sort of. It’s poorly drawn on a napkin with pink glittery ink and a note that says “Meet me here” with a little circle. “Is it that easy to tell?” She laughs nervously
“Yep.” He looks closer at the map “Who made that map?”
“My mentor” she turns the map upside down. “It doesn’t make any more sense this way around”
He squints at the map “I have…no idea what this is supposed to be, and I’ve lived in Kraftstadt for about as long as I can remember.“ he starts walking off, turning around for a moment “C’mon! There’s only so much city to cover. Eventually we’ll find your mentor.”
“Ah! Alright!” She follows, a bit uneasy
He takes out a wand from his sleeve, waving it around like a conductor “I’m Syrme by the way. The Super Duper Awesome 12 and 3 quarters years old magical prodigy.”
“I’m Thalia. The, well, incredibly unlucky 14 year old magical novice.”
“Ooh! Something to do with you being part cat or whatever? Were you cursed by a witch? Or were you born this way? Not that there’s anything wrong with being part cat or whatever.”
“I’m not sure why, but I was born this way.” She takes off her hat, shakes it out, and sets it back on top of her ears. “With both the bad luck, and the catty bits.”
“Strange. So what does your mentor look like? Maybe that’ll help us find her.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
A girl stands on a street corner, glancing down at a scrap of paper in her hand, then at the city before her, then back to the paper again. Her black, catlike tail swings anxiously behind her, swishing her skirt a little along with it. Two matching ears peek out from under her flat black cap, twitching with each sound around her. The wind almost carries her hat away, but she snatches it out of the air before it can get very far. *I’ll intro her mistress later*
A young mage, maybe 12 or 13 bumps into her “Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you there.” He wears a stark white mage robe that looks a size or two too big for him, with messy hair of the same color. His eyes are like a swirling rainbow, a mess of various colors. He also for some reason has unnaturally pointed ears and two small bumps on his forehead “You look lost.”
You notice that the paper she’s holding is a map. Well, sort of. It’s poorly drawn on a napkin with pink glittery ink and a note that says “Meet me here” with a little circle. “Is it that easy to tell?” She laughs nervously
“Yep.” He looks closer at the map “Who made that map?”
“My mentor” she turns the map upside down. “It doesn’t make any more sense this way around”
He squints at the map “I have…no idea what this is supposed to be, and I’ve lived in Kraftstadt for about as long as I can remember.“ he starts walking off, turning around for a moment “C’mon! There’s only so much city to cover. Eventually we’ll find your mentor.”
“Ah! Alright!” She follows, a bit uneasy
He takes out a wand from his sleeve, waving it around like a conductor “I’m Syrme by the way. The Super Duper Awesome 12 and 3 quarters years old magical prodigy.”
“I’m Thalia. The, well, incredibly unlucky 14 year old magical novice.”
“Ooh! Something to do with you being part cat or whatever? Were you cursed by a witch? Or were you born this way? Not that there’s anything wrong with being part cat or whatever.”
“I’m not sure why, but I was born this way.” She takes off her hat, shakes it out, and sets it back on top of her ears. “With both the bad luck, and the catty bits.”
“Strange. So what does your mentor look like? Maybe that’ll help us find her.”
“She’s very…” she stops to think. “Pink.”
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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 last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“The last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
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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)
"Hmmm... Maybe a nice, ocean blue. Or shiny gold. I like gold."
“Hmmmmmmm.” He scans his surroundings for anything blue or gold.
"Ooh, I know! Use this." He hands him a small blue leather sack from his pocket, with various trinkets inside it. "The sacks color isn't important to me. I just need to hold my stuff. You can swap the colors!"
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I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
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 last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
“What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Hmmm... Maybe a nice, ocean blue. Or shiny gold. I like gold."
“Hmmmmmmm.” He scans his surroundings for anything blue or gold.
"Ooh, I know! Use this." He hands him a small blue leather sack from his pocket, with various trinkets inside it. "The sacks color isn't important to me. I just need to hold my stuff. You can swap the colors!"
“Okay. That works. Which trinket?”
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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 last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
“What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
“Well, one time, someone pushed my face into a table and she threatened to turn his face into an uncooked turkey.” She says this with such nonchalance.
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 last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
“What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
“Well, one time, someone pushed my face into a table and she threatened to turn his face into an uncooked turkey.” She says this with such nonchalance.
He grips his wand a bit tighter, as flowers start to burst from the cracks in the street “Why’d they push you?”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
"Hmmm... Maybe a nice, ocean blue. Or shiny gold. I like gold."
“Hmmmmmmm.” He scans his surroundings for anything blue or gold.
"Ooh, I know! Use this." He hands him a small blue leather sack from his pocket, with various trinkets inside it. "The sacks color isn't important to me. I just need to hold my stuff. You can swap the colors!"
“Okay. That works. Which trinket?”
"Oh, probably this thing." He holds up a shiny stone, with various minerals sticking out. One of the mineral chunks appears golden. "Swap my cape with the gold-y bit." He says excitedly. He adds quickly, "Please."
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I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
"Hmmm... Maybe a nice, ocean blue. Or shiny gold. I like gold."
“Hmmmmmmm.” He scans his surroundings for anything blue or gold.
"Ooh, I know! Use this." He hands him a small blue leather sack from his pocket, with various trinkets inside it. "The sacks color isn't important to me. I just need to hold my stuff. You can swap the colors!"
“Okay. That works. Which trinket?”
"Oh, probably this thing." He holds up a shiny stone, with various minerals sticking out. One of the mineral chunks appears golden. "Swap my cape with the gold-y bit." He says excitedly. He adds quickly, "Please."
“Alright!” He taps the stone, and his hand seems to shine. Then he taps the boy’s cape and suddenly, the stone turns the same color as the cape, and the cape turns golden like the stone.
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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
He squints at the map “I have…no idea what this is supposed to be, and I’ve lived in Kraftstadt for about as long as I can remember.“ he starts walking off, turning around for a moment “C’mon! There’s only so much city to cover. Eventually we’ll find your mentor.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Ah! Alright!” She follows, a bit uneasy
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)
He takes out a wand from his sleeve, waving it around like a conductor “I’m Syrme by the way. The Super Duper Awesome 12 and 3 quarters years old magical prodigy.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“I’m Thalia. The, well, incredibly unlucky 14 year old magical novice.”
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)
“Ooh! Something to do with you being part cat or whatever? Were you cursed by a witch? Or were you born this way? Not that there’s anything wrong with being part cat or whatever.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“I’m not sure why, but I was born this way.” She takes off her hat, shakes it out, and sets it back on top of her ears. “With both the bad luck, and the catty bits.”
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)
“Strange. So what does your mentor look like? Maybe that’ll help us find her.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“She’s very…” she stops to think. “Pink.”
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)
*Cut with fry*
“The last person I met who was described as pink was terrifying. Awesome, but terrifying. She’ll definitely stick out in a crowd, so it won’t be too hard it to find her.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Pink is the most terrifying color. Anyone on Camp Half-Blood at the start would know why.*
*second most terrifying is Yellow.*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
“Hmmmmmmm.” He scans his surroundings for anything blue or gold.
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!
“Oh no, she’s not scary.” She laughs. “Well, most of the time.”
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)
"Ooh, I know! Use this." He hands him a small blue leather sack from his pocket, with various trinkets inside it. "The sacks color isn't important to me. I just need to hold my stuff. You can swap the colors!"
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
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PM "Avocado" to Pug_With_Big_Weapons for a prize.
Don't touch the Jar
*rp?*
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)
“What do you mean ‘most of the time’?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
“Okay. That works. Which trinket?”
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!
“Well, one time, someone pushed my face into a table and she threatened to turn his face into an uncooked turkey.” She says this with such nonchalance.
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)
He grips his wand a bit tighter, as flowers start to burst from the cracks in the street “Why’d they push you?”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Oh, probably this thing." He holds up a shiny stone, with various minerals sticking out. One of the mineral chunks appears golden. "Swap my cape with the gold-y bit." He says excitedly. He adds quickly, "Please."
I'm just your everyday dungeon master. Ignore that jar full of souls. And those bones in the corner are just props, don't worry. I'm definitely NOT a lich. Definitely.
Yes, I like beholders. Yes, I curated an exquisite personality for commoner #2864. Yes, my catchphrase is "are you sure?"
.-. .- -. -.. --- -- / -- --- .-. ... . / -.-. --- -.. . .-.-.-
PM "Avocado" to Pug_With_Big_Weapons for a prize.
Don't touch the Jar
“Alright!” He taps the stone, and his hand seems to shine. Then he taps the boy’s cape and suddenly, the stone turns the same color as the cape, and the cape turns golden like the stone.
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!