Somewhere deep in Complex Green, a singular old computer monitor lies on it's side. On the screen is the symbol below, flickering on and off.
The computer continues its flickering --- the blood-red symbol on-and-offing. Then, the gentle padding of footsteps is heard, and a short, lean woman appears, holding a flashlight and a tablet. Her arms and face are partly metallic --- a cyborg. She approaches the computer, kneeling down gently. Then, typing on her tablet, she holds it up. "Who are you?" it reads.
*I'll be gone for 5 but then I'll be back*
*k*
The symbol glitches. "Initialising language module" The screen reads. It blinks, once, twice, then a voice sounds from the speakers. "Program: Noxia online"
"Noxia?" the woman asks, picking up the computer monitor with care, as if it were a music box. "Who are you, little one?"
Join me in enlightened strength
She heres the voice inside her head now.
*hehehe*
"Enlightened strength, hm?" she asks, ponderously tracing the lines of the monitor's symbol. "Sounds interesting. But you didn't quite answer my question."
Join me
These words repeat several times.
What is the point of existence if you are not strong?
"Strength." She picks up the monitor and continues to pad along. "How would you offer this? It seems too good to be true, but you're only artificial. You can't grant me strength."
I talk not only of physical might
"Hmm. I'll consider it, but I don't know..."
Hesitation is weakness
The woman feels a sudden spike in the mechanical side of her brain.
I will make you strong, and by extension, strengthen myself
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Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed theArcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
A tall, bristly, antlike creature is fidgeting worriedly at an alley corner in Complex Red, clearly not used to this environment. Her carapace is a dull russet color (complemented by her far darker bristles), and her eyes are a vague shade of light green. Hung loosely from her lower right hand is a stuffed haversack, and her upper left hand clings to a throwing axe resting on her pointy shoulder. She twitches on occasion, examining everyone/everything passing by her with vague interest blended with anxiety.
*Ah, Sand, my old chum!*
A beautiful man(?) approaches her, but stays a good seven feet away. He has alabaster skin, golden hair, and rather mundane clothing in the form of a hard laborer jumpsuit with the color stripe removed, leaving a blank white space. The AC kicks on as soon as he gets even relatively close, and a nearby vent blows out cool air and rapidly melting powder snow. The man seems curious, but just as anxious as the ant is. "H-hello. Are you a... human?" He sounds anything but confident.
A tall, bristly, antlike creature is fidgeting worriedly at an alley corner in Complex Red, clearly not used to this environment. Her carapace is a dull russet color (complemented by her far darker bristles), and her eyes are a vague shade of light green. Hung loosely from her lower right hand is a stuffed haversack, and her upper left hand clings to a throwing axe resting on her pointy shoulder. She twitches on occasion, examining everyone/everything passing by her with vague interest blended with anxiety.
*Ah, Sand, my old chum!*
A beautiful man(?) approaches her, but stays a good seven feet away. He has alabaster skin, golden hair, and rather mundane clothing in the form of a hard laborer jumpsuit with the color stripe removed, leaving a blank white space. The AC kicks on as soon as he gets even relatively close, and a nearby vent blows out cool air and rapidly melting powder snow. The man seems curious, but just as anxious as the ant is. "H-hello. Are you a... human?" He sounds anything but confident.
“Me? Oh, oh no, not human. Not any of my line for quite some time.” She shakes her head and sets down the axe carefully, realizing it’s probably scaring this dude. “But you are, and your fellows are too, if you have any. And that’s why I came here, isn’t it?”
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she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
A beautiful man(?) approaches her, but stays a good seven feet away. He has alabaster skin, golden hair, and rather mundane clothing in the form of a hard laborer jumpsuit with the color stripe removed, leaving a blank white space. The AC kicks on as soon as he gets even relatively close, and a nearby vent blows out cool air and rapidly melting powder snow. The man seems curious, but just as anxious as the ant is. "H-hello. Are you a... human?" He sounds anything but confident.
“Me? Oh, oh no, not human. Not any of my line for quite some time.” She shakes her head and sets down the axe carefully, realizing it’s probably scaring this dude. “But you are, and your fellows are too, if you have any. And that’s why I came here, isn’t it?”
"I wouldn't know..." He rubs the back of his neck. "I've been told I'm not a human, and I shouldn't try to be equal with them." He looks like the platonic ideal of a human, according to most standards, even contradictory ones. "Why do you need them?"
A beautiful man(?) approaches her, but stays a good seven feet away. He has alabaster skin, golden hair, and rather mundane clothing in the form of a hard laborer jumpsuit with the color stripe removed, leaving a blank white space. The AC kicks on as soon as he gets even relatively close, and a nearby vent blows out cool air and rapidly melting powder snow. The man seems curious, but just as anxious as the ant is. "H-hello. Are you a... human?" He sounds anything but confident.
“Me? Oh, oh no, not human. Not any of my line for quite some time.” She shakes her head and sets down the axe carefully, realizing it’s probably scaring this dude. “But you are, and your fellows are too, if you have any. And that’s why I came here, isn’t it?”
"I wouldn't know..." He rubs the back of his neck. "I've been told I'm not a human, and I shouldn't try to be equal with them." He looks like the platonic ideal of a human, according to most standards, even contradictory ones. "Why do you need them?"
She takes a few steps closer. You might find it hard to read her expression, but it’s pretty clear that it’s a consolatory one. “Well, I wouldn’t believe that it matters what you are, so long as you’re alive and you’re trying. That’s the full reason I’m here. I needed to find something real.” Her voice is airy, and evokes a lot of snapping and clicking noises. It seems as though her entire thorax and head moves whenever she speaks.
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she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
"I wouldn't know..." He rubs the back of his neck. "I've been told I'm not a human, and I shouldn't try to be equal with them." He looks like the platonic ideal of a human, according to most standards, even contradictory ones. "Why do you need them?"
She takes a few steps closer. You might find it hard to read her expression, but it’s pretty clear that it’s a consolatory one. “Well, I wouldn’t believe that it matters what you are, so long as you’re alive and you’re trying. That’s the full reason I’m here. I needed to find something real.” Her voice is airy, and evokes a lot of snapping and clicking noises. It seems as though her entire thorax and head moves whenever she speaks.
His sky-blue eyes widen. "S-same, actually." He looks behind himself briefly. "What's real, as I've learned, is mostly, uh, s-suffering. It's, it's not good. It's really not. Everything is awful, and, uh, no one wants my help."
"I wouldn't know..." He rubs the back of his neck. "I've been told I'm not a human, and I shouldn't try to be equal with them." He looks like the platonic ideal of a human, according to most standards, even contradictory ones. "Why do you need them?"
She takes a few steps closer. You might find it hard to read her expression, but it’s pretty clear that it’s a consolatory one. “Well, I wouldn’t believe that it matters what you are, so long as you’re alive and you’re trying. That’s the full reason I’m here. I needed to find something real.” Her voice is airy, and evokes a lot of snapping and clicking noises. It seems as though her entire thorax and head moves whenever she speaks.
His sky-blue eyes widen. "S-same, actually." He looks behind himself briefly. "What's real, as I've learned, is mostly, uh, s-suffering. It's, it's not good. It's really not. Everything is awful, and, uh, no one wants my help."
“Well. That’s not quite how I look at these things, you see. If pain is real, then feeling it makes me the most alive I could ever be. If I can hurt with people who are hurting the same way, then, we’re connected, aren’t we?” The creature stoops a little to make more direct eye contact with you. “I think that’s how things could get better. S… solidarity, that’s the word, right?”
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she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
His sky-blue eyes widen. "S-same, actually." He looks behind himself briefly. "What's real, as I've learned, is mostly, uh, s-suffering. It's, it's not good. It's really not. Everything is awful, and, uh, no one wants my help."
“Well. That’s not quite how I look at these things, you see. If pain is real, then feeling it makes me the most alive I could ever be. If I can hurt with people who are hurting the same way, then, we’re connected, aren’t we?” The creature stoops a little to make more direct eye contact with you. “I think that’s how things could get better. S… solidarity, that’s the word, right?”
His anxious expression softens a bit when she explains her thought process. "I... yeah, that makes sense. I like that. Solidarity." He runs his fingers through his hair. "So, uh, what... are you? I'm sorry if that's, uh, an inappropriate question. There's something other than humans here, and the humans think I'm one of them. Seems that they aren't well-liked here."
His sky-blue eyes widen. "S-same, actually." He looks behind himself briefly. "What's real, as I've learned, is mostly, uh, s-suffering. It's, it's not good. It's really not. Everything is awful, and, uh, no one wants my help."
“Well. That’s not quite how I look at these things, you see. If pain is real, then feeling it makes me the most alive I could ever be. If I can hurt with people who are hurting the same way, then, we’re connected, aren’t we?” The creature stoops a little to make more direct eye contact with you. “I think that’s how things could get better. S… solidarity, that’s the word, right?”
His anxious expression softens a bit when she explains her thought process. "I... yeah, that makes sense. I like that. Solidarity." He runs his fingers through his hair. "So, uh, what... are you? I'm sorry if that's, uh, an inappropriate question. There's something other than humans here, and the humans think I'm one of them. Seems that they aren't well-liked here."
“I never had a name for what I was. I have a name though. It’s Kettle.” She responds quickly. “But my, uh. Well, I guess… great-great-great-grandmother, she was the first fully like me, but it’d been going on for years beforehand. Mutation from industrial runoff, and maybe something stranger… magic might be the wrong word, but I don’t know a better one. Anyway, that little commune slowly formed underground of all the people who were turning the same way. Now I’m the only one left, and I needed to find some folks to be around, didn’t I?”
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she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
His anxious expression softens a bit when she explains her thought process. "I... yeah, that makes sense. I like that. Solidarity." He runs his fingers through his hair. "So, uh, what... are you? I'm sorry if that's, uh, an inappropriate question. There's something other than humans here, and the humans think I'm one of them. Seems that they aren't well-liked here."
“I never had a name for what I was. I have a name though. It’s Kettle.” She responds quickly. “But my, uh. Well, I guess… great-great-great-grandmother, she was the first fully like me, but it’d been going on for years beforehand. Mutation from industrial runoff, and maybe something stranger… magic might be the wrong word, but I don’t know a better one. Anyway, that little commune slowly formed underground of all the people who were turning the same way. Now I’m the only one left, and I needed to find some folks to be around, didn’t I?”
"That makes sense. I'm... sorry for your loss." He looks away for a moment, then looks back. "Kettle is a nice name."
His anxious expression softens a bit when she explains her thought process. "I... yeah, that makes sense. I like that. Solidarity." He runs his fingers through his hair. "So, uh, what... are you? I'm sorry if that's, uh, an inappropriate question. There's something other than humans here, and the humans think I'm one of them. Seems that they aren't well-liked here."
“I never had a name for what I was. I have a name though. It’s Kettle.” She responds quickly. “But my, uh. Well, I guess… great-great-great-grandmother, she was the first fully like me, but it’d been going on for years beforehand. Mutation from industrial runoff, and maybe something stranger… magic might be the wrong word, but I don’t know a better one. Anyway, that little commune slowly formed underground of all the people who were turning the same way. Now I’m the only one left, and I needed to find some folks to be around, didn’t I?”
"That makes sense. I'm... sorry for your loss." He looks away for a moment, then looks back. "Kettle is a nice name."
“Oh, it was no loss. Life in dirt and toil is life anyway. And to live through this world to a death surrounded by others is a thing to be happy about.” Kettle stands back up straight, lifting her pack. “But tell me about yourself! What’s your name?”
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she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
"That makes sense. I'm... sorry for your loss." He looks away for a moment, then looks back. "Kettle is a nice name."
“Oh, it was no loss. Life in dirt and toil is life anyway. And to live through this world to a death surrounded by others is a thing to be happy about.” Kettle stands back up straight, lifting her pack. “But tell me about yourself! What’s your name?”
He nods hesitantly. "I'm called Adrien. I... I'm not from here. I saw all the people, suffering slowly, and I wanted to help." His hands begin to shake. "They love their distractions... but they don't want to look past them, to see how much pain they're in." He grits his teeth. They are almost luminescent white. "My family told me not to. But I didn't listen... This Complex is horrible..."
"That makes sense. I'm... sorry for your loss." He looks away for a moment, then looks back. "Kettle is a nice name."
“Oh, it was no loss. Life in dirt and toil is life anyway. And to live through this world to a death surrounded by others is a thing to be happy about.” Kettle stands back up straight, lifting her pack. “But tell me about yourself! What’s your name?”
He nods hesitantly. "I'm called Adrien. I... I'm not from here. I saw all the people, suffering slowly, and I wanted to help." His hands begin to shake. "They love their distractions... but they don't want to look past them, to see how much pain they're in." He grits his teeth. They are almost luminescent white. "My family told me not to. But I didn't listen... This Complex is horrible..."
“Where are you from? And, what makes it so horrible?” Kettle seems very curious, and she half-kneels to get equal to your height, staring at you with eyes that are inhuman yet still brimming with emotion.
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she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden and Salem they are my D&D child.
Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden and Salem they are my D&D child.
Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden and Salem they are my D&D child.
Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish) My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate. I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic, but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden and Salem they are my D&D child.
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Hesitation is weakness
The woman feels a sudden spike in the mechanical side of her brain.
I will make you strong, and by extension, strengthen myself
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
*Ah, Sand, my old chum!*
A beautiful man(?) approaches her, but stays a good seven feet away. He has alabaster skin, golden hair, and rather mundane clothing in the form of a hard laborer jumpsuit with the color stripe removed, leaving a blank white space. The AC kicks on as soon as he gets even relatively close, and a nearby vent blows out cool air and rapidly melting powder snow. The man seems curious, but just as anxious as the ant is. "H-hello. Are you a... human?" He sounds anything but confident.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Me? Oh, oh no, not human. Not any of my line for quite some time.” She shakes her head and sets down the axe carefully, realizing it’s probably scaring this dude. “But you are, and your fellows are too, if you have any. And that’s why I came here, isn’t it?”
she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
"I wouldn't know..." He rubs the back of his neck. "I've been told I'm not a human, and I shouldn't try to be equal with them." He looks like the platonic ideal of a human, according to most standards, even contradictory ones. "Why do you need them?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She takes a few steps closer. You might find it hard to read her expression, but it’s pretty clear that it’s a consolatory one. “Well, I wouldn’t believe that it matters what you are, so long as you’re alive and you’re trying. That’s the full reason I’m here. I needed to find something real.” Her voice is airy, and evokes a lot of snapping and clicking noises. It seems as though her entire thorax and head moves whenever she speaks.
she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
His sky-blue eyes widen. "S-same, actually." He looks behind himself briefly. "What's real, as I've learned, is mostly, uh, s-suffering. It's, it's not good. It's really not. Everything is awful, and, uh, no one wants my help."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Well. That’s not quite how I look at these things, you see. If pain is real, then feeling it makes me the most alive I could ever be. If I can hurt with people who are hurting the same way, then, we’re connected, aren’t we?” The creature stoops a little to make more direct eye contact with you. “I think that’s how things could get better. S… solidarity, that’s the word, right?”
she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
His anxious expression softens a bit when she explains her thought process. "I... yeah, that makes sense. I like that. Solidarity." He runs his fingers through his hair. "So, uh, what... are you? I'm sorry if that's, uh, an inappropriate question. There's something other than humans here, and the humans think I'm one of them. Seems that they aren't well-liked here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I never had a name for what I was. I have a name though. It’s Kettle.” She responds quickly. “But my, uh. Well, I guess… great-great-great-grandmother, she was the first fully like me, but it’d been going on for years beforehand. Mutation from industrial runoff, and maybe something stranger… magic might be the wrong word, but I don’t know a better one. Anyway, that little commune slowly formed underground of all the people who were turning the same way. Now I’m the only one left, and I needed to find some folks to be around, didn’t I?”
she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
"That makes sense. I'm... sorry for your loss." He looks away for a moment, then looks back. "Kettle is a nice name."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh, it was no loss. Life in dirt and toil is life anyway. And to live through this world to a death surrounded by others is a thing to be happy about.” Kettle stands back up straight, lifting her pack. “But tell me about yourself! What’s your name?”
she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
He nods hesitantly. "I'm called Adrien. I... I'm not from here. I saw all the people, suffering slowly, and I wanted to help." His hands begin to shake. "They love their distractions... but they don't want to look past them, to see how much pain they're in." He grits his teeth. They are almost luminescent white. "My family told me not to. But I didn't listen... This Complex is horrible..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Where are you from? And, what makes it so horrible?” Kettle seems very curious, and she half-kneels to get equal to your height, staring at you with eyes that are inhuman yet still brimming with emotion.
she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
*Hello sand!*
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden and Salem they are my D&D child.
*gatoooo*
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
*Yes?*
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden and Salem they are my D&D child.
hiya
she/her since june 2025
trying to convert, still haven’t found a synagogue
queen of the desert dessert
fat scored off bone, hope singed from soul, blood drained from heart. now EAT, and relish that crunch of the viscera that you have made of me.
*How are you?*
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden and Salem they are my D&D child.
*(･ω･)つ⊂(･ω･)*
Hallo
People who aren't from here or DeviantArt might know me from various games or might know me as Dino on some of those games
I will go by these if ya wanna say something nicknames: Dinao, Diano, Or Dino
'tis all
:p
*What?*
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden and Salem they are my D&D child.