A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes
As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth.
He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore
"UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."
“Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
Atop the roof of the Rose & Goblet is a dapper fey with ghostly pale skin and warm, honey-brown eyes. Dressed in dark clothing fit for a Victorian noble or extremely dedicated costume designer, with a short black cape decorated with red beads that glow dimly with crimson light. He wears a tiny hat adorned with silver chains and a rose. at his waist is a modern pistol, and on his wrist is what appears to be an Apple Watch, both contrasting with the rest of his very old fashioned outfit. He smiles, revealing sharp teeth as he holds one of those beads up to the light, admiring the way it glimmers. Anyone near him can hear a faint whispering and smell an intense, floral scent.
The small fae boy begins to climb up the side of the roof, finding cracks that aren’t there and jumping impossible heights.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Atop the roof of the Rose & Goblet is a dapper fey with ghostly pale skin and warm, honey-brown eyes. Dressed in dark clothing fit for a Victorian noble or extremely dedicated costume designer, with a short black cape decorated with red beads that glow dimly with crimson light. He wears a tiny hat adorned with silver chains and a rose. at his waist is a modern pistol, and on his wrist is what appears to be an Apple Watch, both contrasting with the rest of his very old fashioned outfit. He smiles, revealing sharp teeth as he holds one of those beads up to the light, admiring the way it glimmers. Anyone near him can hear a faint whispering and smell an intense, floral scent.
The small fae boy begins to climb up the side of the roof, finding cracks that aren’t there and jumping impossible heights.
He notices, his ears picking up the sound. He looks down, sitting on the edge of the roof. Jumping off, he lands on the side of the building, clinging to the wall as he crouches down, looking into the boy’s eyes with his own, which seem… cold and dead, actually. As if a corpse’s.
”Hello.” He says quietly. The word echoes around the boy, as if a dozen other voices were repeating it.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Atop the roof of the Rose & Goblet is a dapper fey with ghostly pale skin and warm, honey-brown eyes. Dressed in dark clothing fit for a Victorian noble or extremely dedicated costume designer, with a short black cape decorated with red beads that glow dimly with crimson light. He wears a tiny hat adorned with silver chains and a rose. He smiles, revealing sharp teeth as he holds one of those beads up to the light, admiring the way it glimmers. Anyone near him can hear a faint whispering and smell an intense, floral scent.
Someone seems to be trying to climb up to the roof, trying and failing.
He pockets the glowing red bead and leans down, looking to see who’s climbing up to the roof. He stops smiling, and his eyes glaze over slightly.
It looks to be a fairly petite human woman in a red gown. Finally, she manages to get a good hold of the wall and vaults effortlessly up. She dusts off her dress and shakes out her platinum-blonde curls, clearly pleased with herself for making the jump
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes
As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth.
He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore
"UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."
“Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic
"The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Atop the roof of the Rose & Goblet is a dapper fey with ghostly pale skin and warm, honey-brown eyes. Dressed in dark clothing fit for a Victorian noble or extremely dedicated costume designer, with a short black cape decorated with red beads that glow dimly with crimson light. He wears a tiny hat adorned with silver chains and a rose. He smiles, revealing sharp teeth as he holds one of those beads up to the light, admiring the way it glimmers. Anyone near him can hear a faint whispering and smell an intense, floral scent.
Someone seems to be trying to climb up to the roof, trying and failing.
He pockets the glowing red bead and leans down, looking to see who’s climbing up to the roof. He stops smiling, and his eyes glaze over slightly.
It looks to be a fairly petite human woman in a red gown. Finally, she manages to get a good hold of the wall and vaults effortlessly up. She dusts off her dress and shakes out her platinum-blonde curls, clearly pleased with herself for making the jump
He takes a step back, sitting at the edge, looking at her. He waves timidly.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*its cool. just cause you mentioned Faustian deals*
*I'll think of something else*
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes
As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth.
He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore
"UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."
“Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic
"The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes
“To be fair ma’am, I believe roughly 90% of the my world’s ocean is yet to be explored. You never know what we might find. Anyways, how much for 5?”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes
As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth.
He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore
"UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."
“Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic
"The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes
“To be fair ma’am, I believe roughly 90% of the my world’s ocean is yet to be explored. You never know what we might find. Anyways, how much for 5?”
"5 gold each." she says matter-of-factly
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Atop the roof of the Rose & Goblet is a dapper fey with ghostly pale skin and warm, honey-brown eyes. Dressed in dark clothing fit for a Victorian noble or extremely dedicated costume designer, with a short black cape decorated with red beads that glow dimly with crimson light. He wears a tiny hat adorned with silver chains and a rose. He smiles, revealing sharp teeth as he holds one of those beads up to the light, admiring the way it glimmers. Anyone near him can hear a faint whispering and smell an intense, floral scent.
Someone seems to be trying to climb up to the roof, trying and failing.
He pockets the glowing red bead and leans down, looking to see who’s climbing up to the roof. He stops smiling, and his eyes glaze over slightly.
It looks to be a fairly petite human woman in a red gown. Finally, she manages to get a good hold of the wall and vaults effortlessly up. She dusts off her dress and shakes out her platinum-blonde curls, clearly pleased with herself for making the jump
He takes a step back, sitting at the edge, looking at her. He waves timidly.
"Oh. Didn't realize there was anyone up here" She flushes a little
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes
As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth.
He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore
"UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."
“Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic
"The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes
“To be fair ma’am, I believe roughly 90% of the my world’s ocean is yet to be explored. You never know what we might find. Anyways, how much for 5?”
"5 gold each." she says matter-of-factly
He mutters a few choice words under his breath “I forgot that we deal in gold here. Sure you won’t take...” He rummages around in his cloak, pulling out a few crumpled bills and a couple of coins “47 Pounds and 13 Pence?”
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes
As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth.
He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore
"UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."
“Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic
"The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes
“To be fair ma’am, I believe roughly 90% of the my world’s ocean is yet to be explored. You never know what we might find. Anyways, how much for 5?”
"5 gold each." she says matter-of-factly
He mutters a few choice words under his breath “I forgot that we deal in gold here. Sure you won’t take...” He rummages around in his cloak, pulling out a few crumpled bills and a couple of coins “47 Pounds and 13 Pence?”
She sighs, holding a mittened hand out. "That'll do."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes
As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth.
He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore
"UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."
“Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic
"The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes
“To be fair ma’am, I believe roughly 90% of the my world’s ocean is yet to be explored. You never know what we might find. Anyways, how much for 5?”
"5 gold each." she says matter-of-factly
He mutters a few choice words under his breath “I forgot that we deal in gold here. Sure you won’t take...” He rummages around in his cloak, pulling out a few crumpled bills and a couple of coins “47 Pounds and 13 Pence?”
She sighs, holding a mittened hand out. "That'll do."
He pumps his fist “Thank you so much ma’am. Next time, I promise I’ll have the gold. Assuming there is a next time of course. He hands over the cash
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Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
*sry I keep asking for more, but might I suggest some more varied and non-humanoid fey options?
like giants, banshees, each-usige, sluagh, fear gorta, and aoife?*
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Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
A young man wanders around the market. He obviously is in awe, gaping at every mildly interesting trinket that he sees, furiously writing something in his notebook, before moving on to the next stall. He’s wearing a long cloak with the hood up, and his black hair falls in front of his face, but you can see a just barely see a hint of his emerald eyes
As he's perusing a stall laden with fish that seem to be made of glass, the shopkeeper, a gruff-looking woman in waders, clears her throat and begins to speak. "what're ye writing?" She speaks with a heavy Scottish brogue, slightly muffled by the thick wool scarf covering her mouth.
He suddenly looks up from his notebook “Uhhh. Notes ma’am. I’m taking. Notes of all the wares that I find intriguing. Are these fish really made of glass? Does it hurt to eat them? What fish do they taste like? Where do you find fish like this? Are these fish Fey? Are they magic? Are these fish sourced humanly? Or would it be fey-ly? Is fay-ly a word?” With every question he asks, he starts talking faster, eventually getting to the point that it doesn’t sound like his even speaking English anymore
"UGH, slow down, lad" she rubs her temples. "They're crystal fish. Ah' caught them. From the sea."
“Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic
"The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes
“To be fair ma’am, I believe roughly 90% of the my world’s ocean is yet to be explored. You never know what we might find. Anyways, how much for 5?”
"5 gold each." she says matter-of-factly
He mutters a few choice words under his breath “I forgot that we deal in gold here. Sure you won’t take...” He rummages around in his cloak, pulling out a few crumpled bills and a couple of coins “47 Pounds and 13 Pence?”
She sighs, holding a mittened hand out. "That'll do."
He pumps his fist “Thank you so much ma’am. Next time, I promise I’ll have the gold. Assuming there is a next time of course. He hands over the cash
She takes it and glances at her watch. "mm. Auction's startin' soon."
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*sry I keep asking for more, but might I suggest some more varied and non-humanoid fey options?
like giants, banshees, each-usige, sluagh, fear gorta, and aoife?*
*oh those are ON THE TABLE go nuts*
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3 Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*sry I keep asking for more, but might I suggest some more varied and non-humanoid fey options?
like giants, banshees, each-usige, sluagh, fear gorta, and aoife?*
*oh those are ON THE TABLE go nuts*
*I may have not seen but Fomorians?*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
“Oh sorry.” He writes something down in his notebook “But like which sea? One in the human world, or in the otherworld? Or maybe it’s from an in between space like this. Yes yes…that could be it…” he writes another thing down, muttering about fish and magic
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
Your honor, shut up, you wasn't even there
It’s only a war crime if you lose
The small fae boy begins to climb up the side of the roof, finding cracks that aren’t there and jumping impossible heights.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
He notices, his ears picking up the sound. He looks down, sitting on the edge of the roof. Jumping off, he lands on the side of the building, clinging to the wall as he crouches down, looking into the boy’s eyes with his own, which seem… cold and dead, actually. As if a corpse’s.
”Hello.” He says quietly. The word echoes around the boy, as if a dozen other voices were repeating it.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-If You Want Perfection, Take a Sip and Drink It In! Kill Your Old Complexion, Welcome to Your Brand New Skin!-_
_-The, ‘Who,’ When You Call, ‘Who’s There,’-_ _-Dreamer of Dark Days and Darker Nights-_ _-Prince of the Pumpkin Patch-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
It looks to be a fairly petite human woman in a red gown. Finally, she manages to get a good hold of the wall and vaults effortlessly up. She dusts off her dress and shakes out her platinum-blonde curls, clearly pleased with herself for making the jump
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"The otherworld, obviously. Ever seen one of these floatin' around in the atlantic?" She rolls her eyes
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*I don't think that would work*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He takes a step back, sitting at the edge, looking at her. He waves timidly.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*its cool. just cause you mentioned Faustian deals*
*I'll think of something else*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
“To be fair ma’am, I believe roughly 90% of the my world’s ocean is yet to be explored. You never know what we might find. Anyways, how much for 5?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
Your honor, shut up, you wasn't even there
It’s only a war crime if you lose
"5 gold each." she says matter-of-factly
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"Oh. Didn't realize there was anyone up here" She flushes a little
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He mutters a few choice words under his breath “I forgot that we deal in gold here. Sure you won’t take...” He rummages around in his cloak, pulling out a few crumpled bills and a couple of coins “47 Pounds and 13 Pence?”
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
Your honor, shut up, you wasn't even there
It’s only a war crime if you lose
*here till 10, folks. Here till 10*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
She sighs, holding a mittened hand out. "That'll do."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
He pumps his fist “Thank you so much ma’am. Next time, I promise I’ll have the gold. Assuming there is a next time of course. He hands over the cash
Somewhere between a genius and a moron.
It was me Barry! I Jumped Jack Flash!
If I pretend my problems don’t exist and walk fast enough, they’ll eventually disappear
Your honor, shut up, you wasn't even there
It’s only a war crime if you lose
*sry I keep asking for more, but might I suggest some more varied and non-humanoid fey options?
like giants, banshees, each-usige, sluagh, fear gorta, and aoife?*
Pronouns: Any/All
About Me: Godless monster in human form bent on extending their natural life to unnatural extremes /general of the goose horde /holder of the evil storyteller badge of no honor /king of madness /The FBI/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
She takes it and glances at her watch. "mm. Auction's startin' soon."
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*oh those are ON THE TABLE go nuts*
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*I may have not seen but Fomorians?*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!