*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?*
*sure but you can embellish the descritions like mine, making them fit better into dnd and this particular campaing*
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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, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
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."
“Is that so? I was curious about gaining a familiar or something of the sort. According to some books I read, it’s the sign of being a true magician. Got any suggestions for anything I should look for?”
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Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
a flock of ravens flies in form the west, filling the air with their caws. they land on anything that can hold them, croaking in their secret language. perhaps they reach a consensus. perhaps they perceive a cue mortals cannot, for this is no ordinary flock. the ravens swirl about, creating a tornado of black feathers and ebon bodies. when they clear, they leave a humanoid figure, their body made of ravens, in a snow white suit. sluagh, the raven man, walks into the crimson market
*he's not a 1:1 of the mythological Sluagh, but I definitely took inspiration from them*
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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 Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ 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."
“Is that so? I was curious about gaining a familiar or something of the sort. According to some books I read, it’s the sign of being a true magician. Got any suggestions for anything I should look for?”
"Well, ah'm not a mage or anything, but I'm pretty sure there's plenty here," she shrugs. "A mage and their familiar are as close as brothers, apparently. But that also means once you pick one, and they pick you back, that's that. No other choices, no other options, just locked into a partnership you hope will work. Seems like an awful big decision if you ask me."
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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, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
a flock of ravens flies in form the west, filling the air with their caws. they land on anything that can hold them, croaking in their secret language. perhaps they reach a consensus. perhaps they perceive a cue mortals cannot, for this is no ordinary flock. the ravens swirl about, creating a tornado of black feathers and ebon bodies. when they clear, they leave a humanoid figure, their body made of ravens, in a snow white suit. sluagh, the raven man, walks into the crimson market
*he's not a 1:1 of the mythological Sluagh, but I definitely took inspiration from them*
A grinning, dapper fey appears in the path of the raven man. Their eyes are obscured by a mask adorned with roses, but their sly smile is still visible. "You're quite the visitor"
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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, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
“So there really no way to break the…contract I suppose? Yeah contract sounds right.” He scribbles something else in his notebook “Thanks for your help ma’am.”
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Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
A pitch-black, featureless humanoid dressed in the clothing of a French nobleman enters. Nothing especially remarkable for these markets, other than his height of about ten feet, with broad shoulders and a lean body. He's draped in all sorts of fungus, embellishing his clothing even further.
He seems uninterested in most of the things up for auction, although anyone who watches him closely will discover him giving generous offerings of coins and whispered advice (or perhaps demands?) to the occasional buyer, but no one other than the intended target can make out what he's saying.
A man(?) is walking through the Market in a long black coat, large white feathery wings extending from his back and what looks like a rigid human spine in his hand. His skin is dark, with the only visible blemish being a white birthmark in the shape of a star above his left eye. He eyes all the unique creatures up for auction, but does not participate in any.
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I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart! My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!! My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes May the dice roll ever in your favor
A small, shadowy creature is trapped in a glass jar, the outside glowing with binding seals and runes. A sign above it reads "GHOSTLY BUG-THING FORMED FROM THE PURE ESSENCE OF THE VOID. Bidding starts at 1,000 gold."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
A small, shadowy creature is trapped in a glass jar, the outside glowing with binding seals and runes. A sign above it reads "GHOSTLY BUG-THING FORMED FROM THE PURE ESSENCE OF THE VOID. Bidding starts at 1,000 gold."
*this creature is rather unlucky to be here*
The Sugarplum Prince steps forward, his shadow looming over the medium-sized crowd. "1,500." He rumbles.
A small, shadowy creature is trapped in a glass jar, the outside glowing with binding seals and runes. A sign above it reads "GHOSTLY BUG-THING FORMED FROM THE PURE ESSENCE OF THE VOID. Bidding starts at 1,000 gold."
*this creature is rather unlucky to be here*
The Prince steps forward, his shadow looming over the medium-sized crowd. "1,500." He rumbles.
A tall, four-armed being pops up. "A good bid, sir! We collect payment up front, and an hour after the first bid, the winner will be given their prize!" They hold out an arm for the gold.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
The Prince steps forward, his shadow looming over the medium-sized crowd. "1,500." He rumbles.
A tall, four-armed being pops up. "A good bid, sir! We collect payment up front, and an hour after the first bid, the winner will be given their prize!" They hold out an arm for the gold.
The giant looks down at the being. He holds out an empty hand above the other's. Several gold bars fall out of his sleeve, amounting to exactly 1,500 gold.
The Prince steps forward, his shadow looming over the medium-sized crowd. "1,500." He rumbles.
A tall, four-armed being pops up. "A good bid, sir! We collect payment up front, and an hour after the first bid, the winner will be given their prize!" They hold out an arm for the gold.
The giant looks down at the being. He holds out an empty hand above the other's. Several gold bars fall out of his sleeve, amounting to exactly 1,500 gold.
Thee being's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. "We'll be sure to let you know when the bidding ends. May I have your name?" They take out a large clipboard.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
The giant looks down at the being. He holds out an empty hand above the other's. Several gold bars fall out of his sleeve, amounting to exactly 1,500 gold.
Thee being's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. "We'll be sure to let you know when the bidding ends. May I have your name?" They take out a large clipboard.
"No. Refer to me by title only, thank you. King of the Fruiting Court." They step back with a small bow. "May your business flourish."
The giant looks down at the being. He holds out an empty hand above the other's. Several gold bars fall out of his sleeve, amounting to exactly 1,500 gold.
Thee being's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. "We'll be sure to let you know when the bidding ends. May I have your name?" They take out a large clipboard.
"No. Refer to me by title only, thank you. King of the Fruiting Court." They step back with a small bow. "May your business flourish."
The dealer bows back.
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
“So there really no way to break the…contract I suppose? Yeah contract sounds right.” He scribbles something else in his notebook “Thanks for your help ma’am.”
"no problem. Think of it as an extra bonus with the fish" she hands him a newspaper parcel with his fish in it. For a moment, you catch a glimpse of a fanged grin
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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, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
*i was gonna, like delete this because my anxiety riddled brain made me guilty but you guys like it so... yay im not evil!*
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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, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
*i was gonna, like delete this because my anxiety riddled brain made me guilty but you guys like it so... yay im not evil!*
*Well, Im lucky I found this before you did*
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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?"
*sure but you can embellish the descritions like mine, making them fit better into dnd and this particular campaing*
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, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
“Is that so? I was curious about gaining a familiar or something of the sort. According to some books I read, it’s the sign of being a true magician. Got any suggestions for anything I should look for?”
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
a flock of ravens flies in form the west, filling the air with their caws. they land on anything that can hold them, croaking in their secret language. perhaps they reach a consensus. perhaps they perceive a cue mortals cannot, for this is no ordinary flock. the ravens swirl about, creating a tornado of black feathers and ebon bodies. when they clear, they leave a humanoid figure, their body made of ravens, in a snow white suit. sluagh, the raven man, walks into the crimson market
*he's not a 1:1 of the mythological Sluagh, but I definitely took inspiration from them*
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 Tele-Visionary/ The Pawless Wizard/ The Archmage of I CAST...!
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Currently rampaging through life
"Well, ah'm not a mage or anything, but I'm pretty sure there's plenty here," she shrugs. "A mage and their familiar are as close as brothers, apparently. But that also means once you pick one, and they pick you back, that's that. No other choices, no other options, just locked into a partnership you hope will work. Seems like an awful big decision if you ask me."
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, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
A grinning, dapper fey appears in the path of the raven man. Their eyes are obscured by a mask adorned with roses, but their sly smile is still visible.
"You're quite the visitor"
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, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
*Cut with fry*
“So there really no way to break the…contract I suppose? Yeah contract sounds right.” He scribbles something else in his notebook “Thanks for your help ma’am.”
Yo, I’m Himy, He/Him. I enjoy reading books, understanding why and how things work, anime/manga, video games and obviously, TTRPGS. I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed, but I like to think Im close. I’m good at trivia, history and science
I struggle with empathy. If you’re not sure what I mean by that, it basically means it’s hard for me to understand the mental state of others and respond with the right emotions
Should be all the important bits. Sweet
*Lucky duckies, you got here before me. I think I'll intro the Sugarplum Prince, but not the Queen, because the Queen is just awful.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
A pitch-black, featureless humanoid dressed in the clothing of a French nobleman enters. Nothing especially remarkable for these markets, other than his height of about ten feet, with broad shoulders and a lean body. He's draped in all sorts of fungus, embellishing his clothing even further.
He seems uninterested in most of the things up for auction, although anyone who watches him closely will discover him giving generous offerings of coins and whispered advice (or perhaps demands?) to the occasional buyer, but no one other than the intended target can make out what he's saying.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
A man(?) is walking through the Market in a long black coat, large white feathery wings extending from his back and what looks like a rigid human spine in his hand. His skin is dark, with the only visible blemish being a white birthmark in the shape of a star above his left eye. He eyes all the unique creatures up for auction, but does not participate in any.
I’m a decent DM and an above average rules lawyer
I have several complete Pokedexes | I may be stupid, but at least I’m not smart!
My favorite characters from dead threads; AMA: Aria, Rade, Kiano & Luz, Juniper, Ezra & Dr. Paine, Xi & his siblings, Misa Stay Paranoid!!!
My Drummer given title is Swift as the Dragon, but The Diabolical One named me Virex the Whisperbrand, Architect of Echoes
May the dice roll ever in your favor
A small, shadowy creature is trapped in a glass jar, the outside glowing with binding seals and runes. A sign above it reads "GHOSTLY BUG-THING FORMED FROM THE PURE ESSENCE OF THE VOID. Bidding starts at 1,000 gold."
*this creature is rather unlucky to be here*
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
The Sugarplum Prince steps forward, his shadow looming over the medium-sized crowd. "1,500." He rumbles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
A tall, four-armed being pops up. "A good bid, sir! We collect payment up front, and an hour after the first bid, the winner will be given their prize!" They hold out an arm for the gold.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
The giant looks down at the being. He holds out an empty hand above the other's. Several gold bars fall out of his sleeve, amounting to exactly 1,500 gold.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Thee being's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. "We'll be sure to let you know when the bidding ends. May I have your name?" They take out a large clipboard.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
"No. Refer to me by title only, thank you. King of the Fruiting Court." They step back with a small bow. "May your business flourish."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
The dealer bows back.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
"The time has come to fulfill your blood oath, electric rodent!"
"no problem. Think of it as an extra bonus with the fish" she hands him a newspaper parcel with his fish in it. For a moment, you catch a glimpse of a fanged grin
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, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
*i was gonna, like delete this because my anxiety riddled brain made me guilty but you guys like it so... yay im not evil!*
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, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees (and hopefully more)
*Even if you were evil, we would love you and what you create*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
*Well, Im lucky I found this before you did*
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