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Did this with current fronts instead

I think this would be fun for Fiction kins to do

This but with your fiction kins, and if you have too many, do your top ones.

Example.

Hello!! My name is Aspen, welcome to my blog! Minors and adults are allowed on my page. I will keep adult and sensitive content marked as such if it ever comes up <3

If I follow someone problematic, please tell me!

I’m starting to interact and come online more, I’m happy to chat anytime <3

|| About Me ||

My name is Aspen but I also go by Angel and Sonar. You’re welcome to make up nicknames for me, just be polite <3

I use all pronouns but I have a preference for He/They and Masculine Terms!

My partner is @angelztearz <3

I’m plural, autistic, and I have a lot of other disorders. I suspect I have HC-DID. My system likes to break a lot of the normal “rules.” I can not tell you why, my brain does what it wants. /lh

I use tone indicators and tend to talk very “excitedly!” My tone can change suddenly, it’s not your fault, you are fine. (It’s likely just a switch in alters speaking or disassociation) <3

|| Where to find me ||

I don’t post on Social Media much anymore, but here is everything I log into <3

Toyhouse is where I’ll upload art, I may put oc drabbles and writing here. I may just reblog and interact with others here, please let me know if you want to be mutuals anywhere and/or if you want to be authorized to my toyhouse <3

Toyhouse: Sonar

Instagram: Fossilized-Dinosaurs

please, scarian

FEEDMEMORE.COM

plEASE.

It's all I ask, more scarian. I need more.

Crazy? I was crazy once, they put me in a lake, a fishing lake, a fishing lake with books, the books made me crazy.

-Red/Grian🐦

me, shaking our lava lamp trying to get it to do the thing: WORK YOU GODDAMN PIECE OF SHIT >:(

everyone else patiently waiting: 🧍

"Who are you?" The Audience asks.

Suddenly, I disappear. A small clown car pulls up onto the stage shortly after. I step out of the car, dressed in the ugliest clown clothes you've ever seen.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR!" I yell in the direction of the clown car. Within a second, what seems to be a little over ten other people step out of the clown car one by one, all dressed in various forms of absurd clown attire.

"Honk," one of them says, deadpan. Another clown flips her hair gracefully. One of the clowns looks like he's about to kill everyone in the room, and another looks like he was made to be here. Upon counting, there are thirteen clowns, myself included.

The Entrance of The Gladiators begins to play, and at the crescendo of the opening, I spread my arms wide and announce, "We're a circus!"

The Audience goes wild. "Circus! Circus! Circus!" They all begin to chant in unison. I smile widely before looking over to my fellow clown comrades.

Some of them smile back, some do not. "Honk!" One says with overflowing enthusiasm.

This is who I am. Who we are. We are not merely clowns, we are the entire circus. We do not know how to drive this clown car, but as long as we don't total it, we are fine.

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I CANT FUCKING DO THIS IM WHEEZING MAN IM WHEEZING