If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Bjy’ron, a host to a dragon of a homebrew monster.
I’ll do Desto, a fallen god. We can stay here or move to LRI if you’d like.
We can stay here.
Okay! You can intro.
A young human is looking for something, he has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
(Changing characters)
A tall teenage boy with a mess of long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is sitting inside of a small village, working in the village forge. He wears a standard tunic, and his eyes are a soft hazel brown, his face covered in freckles. A gruff old man with graying black hair and a pair of tinted black goggles is standing over him, inspecting his work, resting his hands on the teenager’s shoulder.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Bjy’ron, a host to a dragon of a homebrew monster.
I’ll do Desto, a fallen god. We can stay here or move to LRI if you’d like.
We can stay here.
Okay! You can intro.
A young human is looking for something, he has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
(Changing characters)
A tall teenage boy with a mess of long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is sitting inside of a small village, working in the village forge. He wears a standard tunic, and his eyes are a soft hazel brown, his face covered in freckles. A gruff old man with graying black hair and a pair of tinted black goggles is standing over him, inspecting his work, resting his hands on the teenager’s shoulder.
The boy not knowing his way around walks in and asks, “Do you have anything here that can give me control over something?”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Bjy’ron, a host to a dragon of a homebrew monster.
I’ll do Desto, a fallen god. We can stay here or move to LRI if you’d like.
We can stay here.
Okay! You can intro.
A young human is looking for something, he has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
(Changing characters)
A tall teenage boy with a mess of long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is sitting inside of a small village, working in the village forge. He wears a standard tunic, and his eyes are a soft hazel brown, his face covered in freckles. A gruff old man with graying black hair and a pair of tinted black goggles is standing over him, inspecting his work, resting his hands on the teenager’s shoulder.
The boy not knowing his way around walks in and asks, “Do you have anything here that can give me control over something?”
“Shoo, kid! Get out of my shop!” The man yells. “Don’t distract Lysander, this is his test to become the village forger.” Lysander grins sheepishly.
“No, no, he can stay. What kind of control?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Bjy’ron, a host to a dragon of a homebrew monster.
I’ll do Desto, a fallen god. We can stay here or move to LRI if you’d like.
We can stay here.
Okay! You can intro.
A young human is looking for something, he has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
(Changing characters)
A tall teenage boy with a mess of long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is sitting inside of a small village, working in the village forge. He wears a standard tunic, and his eyes are a soft hazel brown, his face covered in freckles. A gruff old man with graying black hair and a pair of tinted black goggles is standing over him, inspecting his work, resting his hands on the teenager’s shoulder.
The boy not knowing his way around walks in and asks, “Do you have anything here that can give me control over something?”
“Shoo, kid! Get out of my shop!” The man yells. “Don’t distract Lysander, this is his test to become the village forger.” Lysander grins sheepishly.
“No, no, he can stay. What kind of control?”
“Controlling creatures in you that you have to share a body with.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Bjy’ron, a host to a dragon of a homebrew monster.
I’ll do Desto, a fallen god. We can stay here or move to LRI if you’d like.
We can stay here.
Okay! You can intro.
A young human is looking for something, he has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
(Changing characters)
A tall teenage boy with a mess of long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is sitting inside of a small village, working in the village forge. He wears a standard tunic, and his eyes are a soft hazel brown, his face covered in freckles. A gruff old man with graying black hair and a pair of tinted black goggles is standing over him, inspecting his work, resting his hands on the teenager’s shoulder.
The boy not knowing his way around walks in and asks, “Do you have anything here that can give me control over something?”
“Shoo, kid! Get out of my shop!” The man yells. “Don’t distract Lysander, this is his test to become the village forger.” Lysander grins sheepishly.
“No, no, he can stay. What kind of control?”
“Controlling creatures in you that you have to share a body with.”
“We don’t have that many magic items, sadly. Let me finish this up and we’ll see if I have anything that can help you.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Bjy’ron, a host to a dragon of a homebrew monster.
I’ll do Desto, a fallen god. We can stay here or move to LRI if you’d like.
We can stay here.
Okay! You can intro.
A young human is looking for something, he has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
(Changing characters)
A tall teenage boy with a mess of long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is sitting inside of a small village, working in the village forge. He wears a standard tunic, and his eyes are a soft hazel brown, his face covered in freckles. A gruff old man with graying black hair and a pair of tinted black goggles is standing over him, inspecting his work, resting his hands on the teenager’s shoulder.
The boy not knowing his way around walks in and asks, “Do you have anything here that can give me control over something?”
“Shoo, kid! Get out of my shop!” The man yells. “Don’t distract Lysander, this is his test to become the village forger.” Lysander grins sheepishly.
“No, no, he can stay. What kind of control?”
“Controlling creatures in you that you have to share a body with.”
“We don’t have that many magic items, sadly. Let me finish this up and we’ll see if I have anything that can help you.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Bjy’ron, a host to a dragon of a homebrew monster.
I’ll do Desto, a fallen god. We can stay here or move to LRI if you’d like.
We can stay here.
Okay! You can intro.
A young human is looking for something, he has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
(Changing characters)
A tall teenage boy with a mess of long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is sitting inside of a small village, working in the village forge. He wears a standard tunic, and his eyes are a soft hazel brown, his face covered in freckles. A gruff old man with graying black hair and a pair of tinted black goggles is standing over him, inspecting his work, resting his hands on the teenager’s shoulder.
The boy not knowing his way around walks in and asks, “Do you have anything here that can give me control over something?”
“Shoo, kid! Get out of my shop!” The man yells. “Don’t distract Lysander, this is his test to become the village forger.” Lysander grins sheepishly.
“No, no, he can stay. What kind of control?”
“Controlling creatures in you that you have to share a body with.”
“We don’t have that many magic items, sadly. Let me finish this up and we’ll see if I have anything that can help you.”
“Oh, I can wait.”
“Nah, I’m almost done.” He finishes it up, sparks coming from the blade. “Okay. Let me show you what we’ve got.” The man walks away, muttering something.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Bjy’ron, a host to a dragon of a homebrew monster.
I’ll do Desto, a fallen god. We can stay here or move to LRI if you’d like.
We can stay here.
Okay! You can intro.
A young human is looking for something, he has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
(Changing characters)
A tall teenage boy with a mess of long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is sitting inside of a small village, working in the village forge. He wears a standard tunic, and his eyes are a soft hazel brown, his face covered in freckles. A gruff old man with graying black hair and a pair of tinted black goggles is standing over him, inspecting his work, resting his hands on the teenager’s shoulder.
The boy not knowing his way around walks in and asks, “Do you have anything here that can give me control over something?”
“Shoo, kid! Get out of my shop!” The man yells. “Don’t distract Lysander, this is his test to become the village forger.” Lysander grins sheepishly.
“No, no, he can stay. What kind of control?”
“Controlling creatures in you that you have to share a body with.”
“We don’t have that many magic items, sadly. Let me finish this up and we’ll see if I have anything that can help you.”
“Oh, I can wait.”
“Nah, I’m almost done.” He finishes it up, sparks coming from the blade. “Okay. Let me show you what we’ve got.” The man walks away, muttering something.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Hey sadiearmanea or something like that, i remember you changed your username.
Dang that was a while ago, changed it cuz it had my middle and first name.
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"I'm just a gay lil'.... Well, a gay lil' something."
I go by She/her pronouns and am proudly lesbian. I'm a big fan of Harry Potter, The Amazing Digital Circus, Sonic the Hedgehog, The Good Place, The Drew Carey Show, Futurama, and I think there's probably more but...
Bjy’ron, a host to a dragon of a homebrew monster.
I’ll do Desto, a fallen god. We can stay here or move to LRI if you’d like.
We can stay here.
Okay! You can intro.
A young human is looking for something, he has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
(Changing characters)
A tall teenage boy with a mess of long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is sitting inside of a small village, working in the village forge. He wears a standard tunic, and his eyes are a soft hazel brown, his face covered in freckles. A gruff old man with graying black hair and a pair of tinted black goggles is standing over him, inspecting his work, resting his hands on the teenager’s shoulder.
The boy not knowing his way around walks in and asks, “Do you have anything here that can give me control over something?”
“Shoo, kid! Get out of my shop!” The man yells. “Don’t distract Lysander, this is his test to become the village forger.” Lysander grins sheepishly.
“No, no, he can stay. What kind of control?”
“Controlling creatures in you that you have to share a body with.”
“We don’t have that many magic items, sadly. Let me finish this up and we’ll see if I have anything that can help you.”
“Oh, I can wait.”
“Nah, I’m almost done.” He finishes it up, sparks coming from the blade. “Okay. Let me show you what we’ve got.” The man walks away, muttering something.
“Thanks.” He follows.
He whistles sadly. “Not much… sorry. All of our magic items have been purchased.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Bjy’ron, a host to a dragon of a homebrew monster.
I’ll do Desto, a fallen god. We can stay here or move to LRI if you’d like.
We can stay here.
Okay! You can intro.
A young human is looking for something, he has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
(Changing characters)
A tall teenage boy with a mess of long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is sitting inside of a small village, working in the village forge. He wears a standard tunic, and his eyes are a soft hazel brown, his face covered in freckles. A gruff old man with graying black hair and a pair of tinted black goggles is standing over him, inspecting his work, resting his hands on the teenager’s shoulder.
The boy not knowing his way around walks in and asks, “Do you have anything here that can give me control over something?”
“Shoo, kid! Get out of my shop!” The man yells. “Don’t distract Lysander, this is his test to become the village forger.” Lysander grins sheepishly.
“No, no, he can stay. What kind of control?”
“Controlling creatures in you that you have to share a body with.”
“We don’t have that many magic items, sadly. Let me finish this up and we’ll see if I have anything that can help you.”
“Oh, I can wait.”
“Nah, I’m almost done.” He finishes it up, sparks coming from the blade. “Okay. Let me show you what we’ve got.” The man walks away, muttering something.
“Thanks.” He follows.
He whistles sadly. “Not much… sorry. All of our magic items have been purchased.”
“Oh, I’m surprised you didn’t ask follow up questions.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Bjy’ron, a host to a dragon of a homebrew monster.
I’ll do Desto, a fallen god. We can stay here or move to LRI if you’d like.
We can stay here.
Okay! You can intro.
A young human is looking for something, he has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
(Changing characters)
A tall teenage boy with a mess of long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is sitting inside of a small village, working in the village forge. He wears a standard tunic, and his eyes are a soft hazel brown, his face covered in freckles. A gruff old man with graying black hair and a pair of tinted black goggles is standing over him, inspecting his work, resting his hands on the teenager’s shoulder.
The boy not knowing his way around walks in and asks, “Do you have anything here that can give me control over something?”
“Shoo, kid! Get out of my shop!” The man yells. “Don’t distract Lysander, this is his test to become the village forger.” Lysander grins sheepishly.
“No, no, he can stay. What kind of control?”
“Controlling creatures in you that you have to share a body with.”
“We don’t have that many magic items, sadly. Let me finish this up and we’ll see if I have anything that can help you.”
“Oh, I can wait.”
“Nah, I’m almost done.” He finishes it up, sparks coming from the blade. “Okay. Let me show you what we’ve got.” The man walks away, muttering something.
“Thanks.” He follows.
He whistles sadly. “Not much… sorry. All of our magic items have been purchased.”
“Oh, I’m surprised you didn’t ask follow up questions.”
“Did you want me to?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Bjy’ron, a host to a dragon of a homebrew monster.
I’ll do Desto, a fallen god. We can stay here or move to LRI if you’d like.
We can stay here.
Okay! You can intro.
A young human is looking for something, he has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
(Changing characters)
A tall teenage boy with a mess of long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is sitting inside of a small village, working in the village forge. He wears a standard tunic, and his eyes are a soft hazel brown, his face covered in freckles. A gruff old man with graying black hair and a pair of tinted black goggles is standing over him, inspecting his work, resting his hands on the teenager’s shoulder.
The boy not knowing his way around walks in and asks, “Do you have anything here that can give me control over something?”
“Shoo, kid! Get out of my shop!” The man yells. “Don’t distract Lysander, this is his test to become the village forger.” Lysander grins sheepishly.
“No, no, he can stay. What kind of control?”
“Controlling creatures in you that you have to share a body with.”
“We don’t have that many magic items, sadly. Let me finish this up and we’ll see if I have anything that can help you.”
“Oh, I can wait.”
“Nah, I’m almost done.” He finishes it up, sparks coming from the blade. “Okay. Let me show you what we’ve got.” The man walks away, muttering something.
“Thanks.” He follows.
He whistles sadly. “Not much… sorry. All of our magic items have been purchased.”
“Oh, I’m surprised you didn’t ask follow up questions.”
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Bjy’ron, a host to a dragon of a homebrew monster.
I’ll do Desto, a fallen god. We can stay here or move to LRI if you’d like.
We can stay here.
Okay! You can intro.
A young human is looking for something, he has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
(Changing characters)
A tall teenage boy with a mess of long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is sitting inside of a small village, working in the village forge. He wears a standard tunic, and his eyes are a soft hazel brown, his face covered in freckles. A gruff old man with graying black hair and a pair of tinted black goggles is standing over him, inspecting his work, resting his hands on the teenager’s shoulder.
The boy not knowing his way around walks in and asks, “Do you have anything here that can give me control over something?”
“Shoo, kid! Get out of my shop!” The man yells. “Don’t distract Lysander, this is his test to become the village forger.” Lysander grins sheepishly.
“No, no, he can stay. What kind of control?”
“Controlling creatures in you that you have to share a body with.”
“We don’t have that many magic items, sadly. Let me finish this up and we’ll see if I have anything that can help you.”
“Oh, I can wait.”
“Nah, I’m almost done.” He finishes it up, sparks coming from the blade. “Okay. Let me show you what we’ve got.” The man walks away, muttering something.
“Thanks.” He follows.
He whistles sadly. “Not much… sorry. All of our magic items have been purchased.”
“Oh, I’m surprised you didn’t ask follow up questions.”
“Did you want me to?”
“Eh. I don’t mind answering them.”
“Well, controlled by what kind of creature?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Lords Rest Inn
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
Okay! You can intro.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
Lord’s Rest Inn.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
A young human is looking for something, he has shaggy blond hair and blue eyes.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
(Changing characters)
A tall teenage boy with a mess of long blonde hair tied back into a ponytail is sitting inside of a small village, working in the village forge. He wears a standard tunic, and his eyes are a soft hazel brown, his face covered in freckles. A gruff old man with graying black hair and a pair of tinted black goggles is standing over him, inspecting his work, resting his hands on the teenager’s shoulder.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
The boy not knowing his way around walks in and asks, “Do you have anything here that can give me control over something?”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Shoo, kid! Get out of my shop!” The man yells. “Don’t distract Lysander, this is his test to become the village forger.” Lysander grins sheepishly.
“No, no, he can stay. What kind of control?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
“Controlling creatures in you that you have to share a body with.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“We don’t have that many magic items, sadly. Let me finish this up and we’ll see if I have anything that can help you.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
“Oh, I can wait.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Nah, I’m almost done.” He finishes it up, sparks coming from the blade. “Okay. Let me show you what we’ve got.” The man walks away, muttering something.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
“Thanks.” He follows.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
Dang that was a while ago, changed it cuz it had my middle and first name.
"I'm just a gay lil'.... Well, a gay lil' something."
I go by She/her pronouns and am proudly lesbian. I'm a big fan of Harry Potter, The Amazing Digital Circus, Sonic the Hedgehog, The Good Place, The Drew Carey Show, Futurama, and I think there's probably more but...
I'm the creator of The Bar of The Beasts, and I'm always happy to chat!
He whistles sadly. “Not much… sorry. All of our magic items have been purchased.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
Ok.
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Oh, I’m surprised you didn’t ask follow up questions.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Did you want me to?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!
“Eh. I don’t mind answering them.”
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
“Well, controlled by what kind of creature?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me!
Extended Signature!