Zakarius Frost, citizen of the Aerie, a white bird with beady black eyes wearing a suit of bird armor, wanders around, deep in a book. Zakarius was the son of a late politician, who received a bit of training from his mother. Now he seeks to make the aerie strong like it used to be. Zak's mother was a soldier, so Zak also has some military training.
Songbird Arkelia, an older cormorant with deep, black-blue feathers and a white plume running across her long neck, wearing fine, emerald green robes, flaps down beside Zakarius. “Why do you wear armor still? Is the war not over?” She asks inquisitively, chuckling dryly.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*So with the ancient stuff part, do we have deadly weapons without gunpowder, large structures, and all that? Can we do most stuff that don't require phones?*
*So with the ancient stuff part, do we have deadly weapons without gunpowder, large structures, and all that? Can we do most stuff that don't require phones?*
*basically, yes. No gunpowder, no modern tech, so we can do most things that don’t require that. Like complex architecture, irrigation, et cetera.*
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*So with the ancient stuff part, do we have deadly weapons without gunpowder, large structures, and all that? Can we do most stuff that don't require phones?*
*basically, yes. No gunpowder, no modern tech, so we can do most things that don’t require that. Like complex architecture, irrigation, et cetera.*
A bird brings a box out in front of a large crowd and stands up on it “Ahem I’m sir fiddles and I’m here on this little box to say vote for me for empress tho I will technically be emperor and I promise our military strength will be so great we will never need to worry about another war again”
*So with the ancient stuff part, do we have deadly weapons without gunpowder, large structures, and all that? Can we do most stuff that don't require phones?*
*basically, yes. No gunpowder, no modern tech, so we can do most things that don’t require that. Like complex architecture, irrigation, et cetera.*
*Ok. Uh so can we have two different bird dudes?*
*yep! As many as you like, within reason*
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*So with the ancient stuff part, do we have deadly weapons without gunpowder, large structures, and all that? Can we do most stuff that don't require phones?*
*basically, yes. No gunpowder, no modern tech, so we can do most things that don’t require that. Like complex architecture, irrigation, et cetera.*
*Ok. Uh so can we have two different bird dudes?*
(One of mine is a assassin for hire when someone needs a polictical rival to disappear if you want to hire just pm me their name is character name TBD another is a militaristic goofy guy)
Zakarius Frost, citizen of the Aerie, a white bird with beady black eyes wearing a suit of bird armor, wanders around, deep in a book. Zakarius was the son of a late politician, who received a bit of training from his mother. Now he seeks to make the aerie strong like it used to be. Zak's mother was a soldier, so Zak also has some military training.
Songbird Arkelia, an older cormorant with deep, black-blue feathers and a white plume running across her long neck, wearing fine, emerald green robes, flaps down beside Zakarius. “Why do you wear armor still? Is the war not over?” She asks inquisitively, chuckling dryly.
Zak yelps, looking up from his book. He blushes as much as a bird can blush. "We can never be too vigilant. Sorry for screaming at you, madam."
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Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
A bird brings a box out in front of a large crowd and stands up on it “Ahem I’m sir fiddles and I’m here on this little box to say vote for me for empress tho I will technically be emperor and I promise our military strength will be so great we will never need to worry about another war again”
Songbird Arkelia steps to the front of the crowd in the Imperial gardens, maintained by the dozen or so staff still in the complex. “we have no war. We have no enemies. What we must first work towards is ensuring that the common bird is fed, and that next spring’s chicks have nests to hatch in! We must rebuild. Short on money, we are, and short on time, as well.”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Zakarius Frost, citizen of the Aerie, a white bird with beady black eyes wearing a suit of bird armor, wanders around, deep in a book. Zakarius was the son of a late politician, who received a bit of training from his mother. Now he seeks to make the aerie strong like it used to be. Zak's mother was a soldier, so Zak also has some military training.
Songbird Arkelia, an older cormorant with deep, black-blue feathers and a white plume running across her long neck, wearing fine, emerald green robes, flaps down beside Zakarius. “Why do you wear armor still? Is the war not over?” She asks inquisitively, chuckling dryly.
Zak yelps, looking up from his book. He blushes as much as a bird can blush. "We can never be too vigilant. Sorry for screaming at you, madam."
She smiles as much as a bird can smile, clacking her beak. “You may call me Arkelia. The songbirds were called to the complex after the war, and, well, I recently inherited the title as an acting songbird… beats lieutenant, I think. I am Songbird Arkelia, looking to rebuild our nation.”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Zakarius Frost, citizen of the Aerie, a white bird with beady black eyes wearing a suit of bird armor, wanders around, deep in a book. Zakarius was the son of a late politician, who received a bit of training from his mother. Now he seeks to make the aerie strong like it used to be. Zak's mother was a soldier, so Zak also has some military training.
Songbird Arkelia, an older cormorant with deep, black-blue feathers and a white plume running across her long neck, wearing fine, emerald green robes, flaps down beside Zakarius. “Why do you wear armor still? Is the war not over?” She asks inquisitively, chuckling dryly.
Zak yelps, looking up from his book. He blushes as much as a bird can blush. "We can never be too vigilant. Sorry for screaming at you, madam."
She smiles as much as a bird can smile, clacking her beak. “You may call me Arkelia. The songbirds were called to the complex after the war, and, well, I recently inherited the title as an acting songbird… beats lieutenant, I think. I am Songbird Arkelia, looking to rebuild our nation.”
"I am Zakarius. No title yet, although my mother did hold one. I also seek to rebuild."
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
A bird brings a box out in front of a large crowd and stands up on it “Ahem I’m sir fiddles and I’m here on this little box to say vote for me for empress tho I will technically be emperor and I promise our military strength will be so great we will never need to worry about another war again”
Songbird Arkelia steps to the front of the crowd in the Imperial gardens, maintained by the dozen or so staff still in the complex. “we have no war. We have no enemies. What we must first work towards is ensuring that the common bird is fed, and that next spring’s chicks have nests to hatch in! We must rebuild. Short on money, we are, and short on time, as well.”
The bird stops having clearly not thought of that “uhhh well I have enough money to buy multiple box’s to stand on see” they stop on their box but don’t actually have more box’s so quickly try’s to fix it “ahem also vote me for three (pronounced free) beer (or whatever the bird equivalent is) and we can use our impressive might to take the money from the weaker nation besides that’s what they said after the second war and then boom we had the third cause the armies were not ready” they then whisper to themselves “I think I never read any history books cause school couldn’t afford any due to the war” they then address the crowd again “so in summary vote me three beer no more war ever again” they then step off their box pick it up and walk off trying to fix it
Zakarius Frost, citizen of the Aerie, a white bird with beady black eyes wearing a suit of bird armor, wanders around, deep in a book. Zakarius was the son of a late politician, who received a bit of training from his mother. Now he seeks to make the aerie strong like it used to be. Zak's mother was a soldier, so Zak also has some military training.
Songbird Arkelia, an older cormorant with deep, black-blue feathers and a white plume running across her long neck, wearing fine, emerald green robes, flaps down beside Zakarius. “Why do you wear armor still? Is the war not over?” She asks inquisitively, chuckling dryly.
Zak yelps, looking up from his book. He blushes as much as a bird can blush. "We can never be too vigilant. Sorry for screaming at you, madam."
She smiles as much as a bird can smile, clacking her beak. “You may call me Arkelia. The songbirds were called to the complex after the war, and, well, I recently inherited the title as an acting songbird… beats lieutenant, I think. I am Songbird Arkelia, looking to rebuild our nation.”
"I am Zakarius. No title yet, although my mother did hold one. I also seek to rebuild."
“Oh,” she caws. “Who was your mother? And do you seek to become a songbird? We really do need them to begin to govern again.”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Zakarius Frost, citizen of the Aerie, a white bird with beady black eyes wearing a suit of bird armor, wanders around, deep in a book. Zakarius was the son of a late politician, who received a bit of training from his mother. Now he seeks to make the aerie strong like it used to be. Zak's mother was a soldier, so Zak also has some military training.
Songbird Arkelia, an older cormorant with deep, black-blue feathers and a white plume running across her long neck, wearing fine, emerald green robes, flaps down beside Zakarius. “Why do you wear armor still? Is the war not over?” She asks inquisitively, chuckling dryly.
Zak yelps, looking up from his book. He blushes as much as a bird can blush. "We can never be too vigilant. Sorry for screaming at you, madam."
She smiles as much as a bird can smile, clacking her beak. “You may call me Arkelia. The songbirds were called to the complex after the war, and, well, I recently inherited the title as an acting songbird… beats lieutenant, I think. I am Songbird Arkelia, looking to rebuild our nation.”
"I am Zakarius. No title yet, although my mother did hold one. I also seek to rebuild."
“Oh,” she caws. “Who was your mother? And do you seek to become a songbird? We really do need them to begin to govern again.”
"My mother was a White-Feather Justice. I... I'm not sure what I want to be."
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Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
A bird brings a box out in front of a large crowd and stands up on it “Ahem I’m sir fiddles and I’m here on this little box to say vote for me for empress tho I will technically be emperor and I promise our military strength will be so great we will never need to worry about another war again”
Songbird Arkelia steps to the front of the crowd in the Imperial gardens, maintained by the dozen or so staff still in the complex. “we have no war. We have no enemies. What we must first work towards is ensuring that the common bird is fed, and that next spring’s chicks have nests to hatch in! We must rebuild. Short on money, we are, and short on time, as well.”
The bird stops having clearly not thought of that “uhhh well I have enough money to buy multiple box’s to stand on see” they stop on their box but don’t actually have more box’s so quickly try’s to fix it “ahem also vote me for three (pronounced free) beer (or whatever the bird equivalent is) and we can use our impressive might to take the money from the weaker nation besides that’s what they said after the second war and then boom we had the third cause the armies were not ready” they then whisper to themselves “I think I never read any history books cause school couldn’t afford any due to the war” they then address the crowd again “so in summary vote me three beer no more war ever again” they then step off their box pick it up and walk off trying to fix it
She points a wing at them as they walk away, looking towards the crowd. “Warmonger! They seek to bring us back to conflict when we barely have anything!” She screeches. “I, Songbird Arkelia, swear to put the needs of the common bird first.”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A bird brings a box out in front of a large crowd and stands up on it “Ahem I’m sir fiddles and I’m here on this little box to say vote for me for empress tho I will technically be emperor and I promise our military strength will be so great we will never need to worry about another war again”
Songbird Arkelia steps to the front of the crowd in the Imperial gardens, maintained by the dozen or so staff still in the complex. “we have no war. We have no enemies. What we must first work towards is ensuring that the common bird is fed, and that next spring’s chicks have nests to hatch in! We must rebuild. Short on money, we are, and short on time, as well.”
The bird stops having clearly not thought of that “uhhh well I have enough money to buy multiple box’s to stand on see” they stop on their box but don’t actually have more box’s so quickly try’s to fix it “ahem also vote me for three (pronounced free) beer (or whatever the bird equivalent is) and we can use our impressive might to take the money from the weaker nation besides that’s what they said after the second war and then boom we had the third cause the armies were not ready” they then whisper to themselves “I think I never read any history books cause school couldn’t afford any due to the war” they then address the crowd again “so in summary vote me three beer no more war ever again” they then step off their box pick it up and walk off trying to fix it
She points a wing at them as they walk away, looking towards the crowd. “Warmonger! They seek to bring us back to conflict when we barely have anything!” She screeches. “I, Songbird Arkelia, swear to put the needs of the common bird first.”
(I would use my character name TBD assassin for hire but it feels wrong to hire myself cause that’s just meta corruption so I guess you win this time)
Zakarius Frost, citizen of the Aerie, a white bird with beady black eyes wearing a suit of bird armor, wanders around, deep in a book. Zakarius was the son of a late politician, who received a bit of training from his mother. Now he seeks to make the aerie strong like it used to be. Zak's mother was a soldier, so Zak also has some military training.
Songbird Arkelia, an older cormorant with deep, black-blue feathers and a white plume running across her long neck, wearing fine, emerald green robes, flaps down beside Zakarius. “Why do you wear armor still? Is the war not over?” She asks inquisitively, chuckling dryly.
Zak yelps, looking up from his book. He blushes as much as a bird can blush. "We can never be too vigilant. Sorry for screaming at you, madam."
She smiles as much as a bird can smile, clacking her beak. “You may call me Arkelia. The songbirds were called to the complex after the war, and, well, I recently inherited the title as an acting songbird… beats lieutenant, I think. I am Songbird Arkelia, looking to rebuild our nation.”
"I am Zakarius. No title yet, although my mother did hold one. I also seek to rebuild."
“Oh,” she caws. “Who was your mother? And do you seek to become a songbird? We really do need them to begin to govern again.”
"My mother was a White-Feather Justice. I... I'm not sure what I want to be."
She shifts slightly, considering her next words. “What the Dynasties need at this moment is songbirds and an Empress. And without songbirds to hold a vote, we cannot elect an empress. The Empress probably has the sole power to inspire and rally our people. They are the face. So we need one. Tell me, Zakarius, what experience do you have?” She begins slowly walking through the grounds of the imperial complex, expecting him to follow.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Kaxosit Tyran is wandering around, trying to do a speech, a long, sharp face, an arched back, long wings. They look like a gull, or an albatross, but with the head of a cormorant. He has wide, yellow eyes, blue skin on his face, cyan feet, and a large suit. He stares at the world as if he has nothing to say, but still wants to speak; as if he understands nothing, but thinks he understand all; as if he's some fool who things himself a genius.
*but would you vote for me if I made this argument right now it’s drafting with the meta)
Welp I’m just gonna say if anyone wants a political rival to *cough* disappear just pm me uhhhh character name TBD then we can talk payment
Songbird Arkelia, an older cormorant with deep, black-blue feathers and a white plume running across her long neck, wearing fine, emerald green robes, flaps down beside Zakarius. “Why do you wear armor still? Is the war not over?” She asks inquisitively, chuckling dryly.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*So with the ancient stuff part, do we have deadly weapons without gunpowder, large structures, and all that? Can we do most stuff that don't require phones?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*basically, yes. No gunpowder, no modern tech, so we can do most things that don’t require that. Like complex architecture, irrigation, et cetera.*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Ok. Uh so can we have two different bird dudes?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
A bird brings a box out in front of a large crowd and stands up on it “Ahem I’m sir fiddles and I’m here on this little box to say vote for me for empress tho I will technically be emperor and I promise our military strength will be so great we will never need to worry about another war again”
*yep! As many as you like, within reason*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
(One of mine is a assassin for hire when someone needs a polictical rival to disappear if you want to hire just pm me their name is character name TBD another is a militaristic goofy guy)
Zak yelps, looking up from his book. He blushes as much as a bird can blush. "We can never be too vigilant. Sorry for screaming at you, madam."
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
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Songbird Arkelia steps to the front of the crowd in the Imperial gardens, maintained by the dozen or so staff still in the complex. “we have no war. We have no enemies. What we must first work towards is ensuring that the common bird is fed, and that next spring’s chicks have nests to hatch in! We must rebuild. Short on money, we are, and short on time, as well.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
She smiles as much as a bird can smile, clacking her beak. “You may call me Arkelia. The songbirds were called to the complex after the war, and, well, I recently inherited the title as an acting songbird… beats lieutenant, I think. I am Songbird Arkelia, looking to rebuild our nation.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"I am Zakarius. No title yet, although my mother did hold one. I also seek to rebuild."
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
The bird stops having clearly not thought of that “uhhh well I have enough money to buy multiple box’s to stand on see” they stop on their box but don’t actually have more box’s so quickly try’s to fix it “ahem also vote me for three (pronounced free) beer (or whatever the bird equivalent is) and we can use our impressive might to take the money from the weaker nation besides that’s what they said after the second war and then boom we had the third cause the armies were not ready” they then whisper to themselves “I think I never read any history books cause school couldn’t afford any due to the war” they then address the crowd again “so in summary vote me three beer no more war ever again” they then step off their box pick it up and walk off trying to fix it
“Oh,” she caws. “Who was your mother? And do you seek to become a songbird? We really do need them to begin to govern again.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
"My mother was a White-Feather Justice. I... I'm not sure what I want to be."
Your local friendly stupid doop!
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
She points a wing at them as they walk away, looking towards the crowd. “Warmonger! They seek to bring us back to conflict when we barely have anything!” She screeches. “I, Songbird Arkelia, swear to put the needs of the common bird first.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
(I would use my character name TBD assassin for hire but it feels wrong to hire myself cause that’s just meta corruption so I guess you win this time)
She shifts slightly, considering her next words. “What the Dynasties need at this moment is songbirds and an Empress. And without songbirds to hold a vote, we cannot elect an empress. The Empress probably has the sole power to inspire and rally our people. They are the face. So we need one. Tell me, Zakarius, what experience do you have?” She begins slowly walking through the grounds of the imperial complex, expecting him to follow.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Kaxosit Tyran is wandering around, trying to do a speech, a long, sharp face, an arched back, long wings. They look like a gull, or an albatross, but with the head of a cormorant. He has wide, yellow eyes, blue skin on his face, cyan feet, and a large suit. He stares at the world as if he has nothing to say, but still wants to speak; as if he understands nothing, but thinks he understand all; as if he's some fool who things himself a genius.
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.