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, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Hieronymus Lucas Black. The gwujad culinarian. He wears no mask, but you are unlikely to see his true colors anytime soon.
He had always had an obsession with sensation, both mental and physical. Cooking was the easiest and most legal way to get his fix on his dark desires. However, his hedonistic tendencies made him self-conscious, leading him to obsess over how others perceived him. He wanted nothing more than to be loved, but he could never love himself. Others found him charismatic, attractive, and exciting, but all he saw in himself was a glutton, hiding from the world outside.
Eventually, in his desire for greater pleasure for both him and his "diners" (the people who loved him despite his monstrous hungers), he had burned himself out on conventional extravagance. It was time for something more... occult. His studies into the dark were encouraged by his parents, who saw it as nothing more than the dabbling they had done when they were young. However, Hieronymus was far more proficient in these things than the average man, a natural inclination arisen from him being born a gwujad.
But he was not sated with simple summoning scrolls. He needed something stronger. He needed to go out and hunt for it. Thus began a long and bloody adventuring career. His family cut him off long ago, but he still has a few friends from the old days that attend his arcane dinner parties.
yes
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
LOVE
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, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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Where have all the flowers gone?
Hieronymus Lucas Black. The gwujad culinarian. He wears no mask, but you are unlikely to see his true colors anytime soon.
He had always had an obsession with sensation, both mental and physical. Cooking was the easiest and most legal way to get his fix on his dark desires. However, his hedonistic tendencies made him self-conscious, leading him to obsess over how others perceived him. He wanted nothing more than to be loved, but he could never love himself. Others found him charismatic, attractive, and exciting, but all he saw in himself was a glutton, hiding from the world outside.
Eventually, in his desire for greater pleasure for both him and his "diners" (the people who loved him despite his monstrous hungers), he had burned himself out on conventional extravagance. It was time for something more... occult. His studies into the dark were encouraged by his parents, who saw it as nothing more than the dabbling they had done when they were young. However, Hieronymus was far more proficient in these things than the average man, a natural inclination arisen from him being born a gwujad.
But he was not sated with simple summoning scrolls. He needed something stronger. He needed to go out and hunt for it. Thus began a long and bloody adventuring career. His family cut him off long ago, but he still has a few friends from the old days that attend his arcane dinner parties.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Merry Christmas yall
PM me TOMATO let the games begin
Thomas the train
Our Friend Bob
That is my oh so glorious nickname according to drummer
https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/173323-barbarian-wars
Join our ranks
Crimis
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
MEERRRRRY CRIMMISSS!
Idk I'm just a guy ig
I like Warlocks
I like guitars (coming up on my fifth year of playing!)
I want to be a musician/stay-at-home dad when I grow up
Recently obsessing over Warhammer 40k, specifically the T’au empire
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Where have all the flowers gone?
Bob!
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Look, we get this once a year, and this is the first time I've actually enjoyed it in years.
Let us have this.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
:)
Where have all the flowers gone?
Save it for someone who's willing to put up with your low-quality irritants. I think PJ was online a minute ago, why don't you wait for him?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Are you saying I’m of a low quality and therefore put up with low quality?
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But yeah probably should stop Gnomarchy, what are you? The Grinch? Or perhaps Scrooge?
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No, I actually think pretty highly of you, but you do actively sign up for interaction with this person on the Roast the Person Above You Thread.
Though personally I think less of anyone who posts there regularly, I think you're cool.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Lol, I do that quite often. I’ll think about that
Where have all the flowers gone?
Okay. It's a joke. No harm meant.
@PJ: You were wondering why I don't post to many threads, yeah?
Yeah I was a bit, I just see you on the roast one sometimes and occasionally compliment
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Well, anyway, ecumenical blessings to you all.
Thanks man, merry Christmas to you (or Happy Holidays if you don’t celebrate). :)
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