*i sure love puking out all the contents of my stomach the moment i get back home and nearly passing out of dehydration. truly a Thanksgiving to remember*
*That doesn’t sound like it’ll be easily forgotten, but probably for all the wrong reasons. I hope you’re going to be okay, care about you Jobah.*
The space far in front of him seems to shift, as if something were half there, half-not. Like a dream.
Granny Greasegrip suddenly jumps out of nowhere and grabs the axe out of his hands, laughing maniacally as she throws it into a nearby tree. "How's my grandson?!"
He squints at the space, holding out his hand into it out of the curiosity to see what may happen, or what may be within.
He jumps and hugs her tightly, smiling from ear to ear with dragonic teeth “Granny!” The infernal runes fade, red dragon warmth in his heat “I’m doing good, thank you so much.” His rumbling seems to be less, now that his jaw works again.
His hand comes away covered in some sort of seafoam green, glowing liquid. He hears a gurgling hiss of pain as something jumps back a bit, kicking up dust.
She laughs a toothless smile at him, putting her hands on his cheeks. "Oh, dearie! You're so handsome when you're not all busted up! I made you some nopale tacos!" She lifts up her basket and proudly displays the nutritionally balanced street food. How oxymoronic.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*i sure love puking out all the contents of my stomach the moment i get back home and nearly passing out of dehydration. truly a Thanksgiving to remember*
*Oh no, I hope you feel better soon Jobah. Please take it easy.*
They shake their head, sitting criss cross apple sauce with their hands on their knees “Just… a gift… from a friend.” They say softly.
He chuckles, putting his hat back on “Thank ya fer helpin’ me learn, maybe I’ll eventually understand that hubabalu on those pieces of paper at restaurants.”
They shake their head, sitting criss cross apple sauce with their hands on their knees “Just… a gift… from a friend.” They say softly.
He chuckles, putting his hat back on “Thank ya fer helpin’ me learn, maybe I’ll eventually understand that hubabalu on those pieces of paper at restaurants.”
"I.. Adore it" he says and tucks it gently in his bag of holding. "Thank.. you."
She snorts, laughing a bit "It's all (GP) on there anyway."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The space far in front of him seems to shift, as if something were half there, half-not. Like a dream.
Granny Greasegrip suddenly jumps out of nowhere and grabs the axe out of his hands, laughing maniacally as she throws it into a nearby tree. "How's my grandson?!"
He squints at the space, holding out his hand into it out of the curiosity to see what may happen, or what may be within.
He jumps and hugs her tightly, smiling from ear to ear with dragonic teeth “Granny!” The infernal runes fade, red dragon warmth in his heat “I’m doing good, thank you so much.” His rumbling seems to be less, now that his jaw works again.
His hand comes away covered in some sort of seafoam green, glowing liquid. He hears a gurgling hiss of pain as something jumps back a bit, kicking up dust.
She laughs a toothless smile at him, putting her hands on his cheeks. "Oh, dearie! You're so handsome when you're not all busted up! I made you some nopale tacos!" She lifts up her basket and proudly displays the nutritionally balanced street food. How oxymoronic.
He smells the foam before quickdrawing Rosemary “It ain’t nice to watch someone when they can’t see ya back. I ain’t gonna shoot, just reveal yerself.” He holsters Rosemary back, shaking his head.
He puts her down, still not fully used to this kindness after all he’s been forced to endure. Though he can’t help but look happy as he takes one of out of the basket, and puts it in his mouth whole, chewing with his mouth closed.
They shake their head, sitting criss cross apple sauce with their hands on their knees “Just… a gift… from a friend.” They say softly.
He chuckles, putting his hat back on “Thank ya fer helpin’ me learn, maybe I’ll eventually understand that hubabalu on those pieces of paper at restaurants.”
"I.. Adore it" he says and tucks it gently in his bag of holding. "Thank.. you."
She snorts, laughing a bit "It's all (GP) on there anyway."
He smiles, sitting next to them and looking at the sunset, knees to chest as they thrum softly, some kind of fire in their eyes.
He chuckles “It is, ain’t it?” He adjusts his ring, “Ya know, I’m worried ‘bout my sisters.” He sits back down.
They shake their head, sitting criss cross apple sauce with their hands on their knees “Just… a gift… from a friend.” They say softly.
He chuckles, putting his hat back on “Thank ya fer helpin’ me learn, maybe I’ll eventually understand that hubabalu on those pieces of paper at restaurants.”
"I.. Adore it" he says and tucks it gently in his bag of holding. "Thank.. you."
She snorts, laughing a bit "It's all (GP) on there anyway."
He smiles, sitting next to them and looking at the sunset, knees to chest as they thrum softly, some kind of fire in their eyes.
He chuckles “It is, ain’t it?” He adjusts his ring, “Ya know, I’m worried ‘bout my sisters.” He sits back down.
Ichigo keeps looking over the gift, tracing every inch of it as if commiting it to memory. Little insects crawl out form his armor, crawl on it as well.
"I know." She looks sympathetic "I'm sorry you're world turned this direction.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
His hand comes away covered in some sort of seafoam green, glowing liquid. He hears a gurgling hiss of pain as something jumps back a bit, kicking up dust.
She laughs a toothless smile at him, putting her hands on his cheeks. "Oh, dearie! You're so handsome when you're not all busted up! I made you some nopale tacos!" She lifts up her basket and proudly displays the nutritionally balanced street food. How oxymoronic.
He smells the foam before quickdrawing Rosemary “It ain’t nice to watch someone when they can’t see ya back. I ain’t gonna shoot, just reveal yerself.” He holsters Rosemary back, shaking his head.
He puts her down, still not fully used to this kindness after all he’s been forced to endure. Though he can’t help but look happy as he takes one of out of the basket, and puts it in his mouth whole, chewing with his mouth closed.
Hadal, in all his horror, stands before him, heavily injured in ways that would absolutely kill any creature with a sane arrangement of organs. "I apologize..." he gurgles, placing a claw to the holes in his chest and bowing. "I am unused to earthly etiquette. I was studying your... arrangements. You are a mighty being, and I was hoping to adapt to be something similar before you notice."
"Good, aren't they?" She cackles. "There were so many fancy desert ingredients I could use! Did you know they have corn all the way out there? I didn't! Tarantula, cactus, snakes, all sorts of goodies! Oh, but of course, I save the best bits for you, my dearest..." She draws a live rattlesnake out of her basket, holding it by the fangs. "Isn't she pretty?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
They shake their head, sitting criss cross apple sauce with their hands on their knees “Just… a gift… from a friend.” They say softly.
He chuckles, putting his hat back on “Thank ya fer helpin’ me learn, maybe I’ll eventually understand that hubabalu on those pieces of paper at restaurants.”
"I.. Adore it" he says and tucks it gently in his bag of holding. "Thank.. you."
She snorts, laughing a bit "It's all (GP) on there anyway."
He smiles, sitting next to them and looking at the sunset, knees to chest as they thrum softly, some kind of fire in their eyes.
He chuckles “It is, ain’t it?” He adjusts his ring, “Ya know, I’m worried ‘bout my sisters.” He sits back down.
Ichigo keeps looking over the gift, tracing every inch of it as if commiting it to memory. Little insects crawl out form his armor, crawl on it as well.
"I know." She looks sympathetic "I'm sorry you're world turned this direction.."
Tim reaches out to pick up one of the bugs, their eyes seeming to change, analyzing the bug. A sheen covers their hand as they let it go, turning the hand into a swarm of bugs.
He shakes his head, looking to her “It’s fine, life ain’t gonna change too much fer one gunslinger. I’ll fix ‘em if I get the chance, an’ I know you’ll be there to see it.”
They shake their head, sitting criss cross apple sauce with their hands on their knees “Just… a gift… from a friend.” They say softly.
He chuckles, putting his hat back on “Thank ya fer helpin’ me learn, maybe I’ll eventually understand that hubabalu on those pieces of paper at restaurants.”
"I.. Adore it" he says and tucks it gently in his bag of holding. "Thank.. you."
She snorts, laughing a bit "It's all (GP) on there anyway."
He smiles, sitting next to them and looking at the sunset, knees to chest as they thrum softly, some kind of fire in their eyes.
He chuckles “It is, ain’t it?” He adjusts his ring, “Ya know, I’m worried ‘bout my sisters.” He sits back down.
Ichigo keeps looking over the gift, tracing every inch of it as if commiting it to memory. Little insects crawl out form his armor, crawl on it as well.
"I know." She looks sympathetic "I'm sorry you're world turned this direction.."
Tim reaches out to pick up one of the bugs, their eyes seeming to change, analyzing the bug. A sheen covers their hand as they let it go, turning the hand into a swarm of bugs.
He shakes his head, looking to her “It’s fine, life ain’t gonna change too much fer one gunslinger. I’ll fix ‘em if I get the chance, an’ I know you’ll be there to see it.”
Ichigo watches with fascination, seeming impressed "That.. was.. amazing.." they rasp.
"I certainly hope so." She huffs "I am not leaving you now or ever, I'm like a parasite, can't live without you."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He smiles at them, slapping their shoulder softly “Don’t worry ‘bout it none. It ain’t nothin’ to worry about. Name’s Sparrow Valentine, I ain’t from here either, but I got used to it by now. Nice to meet ya.”
He looks at the snake, moving closer to them, “It really was good, you are amazing Granny, thank you so much. Love you Granny.” He reaches out a finger to the rattlesnake.
They shake their head, sitting criss cross apple sauce with their hands on their knees “Just… a gift… from a friend.” They say softly.
He chuckles, putting his hat back on “Thank ya fer helpin’ me learn, maybe I’ll eventually understand that hubabalu on those pieces of paper at restaurants.”
"I.. Adore it" he says and tucks it gently in his bag of holding. "Thank.. you."
She snorts, laughing a bit "It's all (GP) on there anyway."
He smiles, sitting next to them and looking at the sunset, knees to chest as they thrum softly, some kind of fire in their eyes.
He chuckles “It is, ain’t it?” He adjusts his ring, “Ya know, I’m worried ‘bout my sisters.” He sits back down.
Ichigo keeps looking over the gift, tracing every inch of it as if commiting it to memory. Little insects crawl out form his armor, crawl on it as well.
"I know." She looks sympathetic "I'm sorry you're world turned this direction.."
Tim reaches out to pick up one of the bugs, their eyes seeming to change, analyzing the bug. A sheen covers their hand as they let it go, turning the hand into a swarm of bugs.
He shakes his head, looking to her “It’s fine, life ain’t gonna change too much fer one gunslinger. I’ll fix ‘em if I get the chance, an’ I know you’ll be there to see it.”
Ichigo watches with fascination, seeming impressed "That.. was.. amazing.." they rasp.
"I certainly hope so." She huffs "I am not leaving you now or ever, I'm like a parasite, can't live without you."
The bugs are nearly identical to the kind Ichigo is made of, Tim didn’t seem to know he could do that, shocked himself “How?” His magic thrums.
He stands up and holds her tightly, blushing slightly “I wouldn’t live without ya, now that yer in my life, I’ll do my best to make sure ya stay.”
They shake their head, sitting criss cross apple sauce with their hands on their knees “Just… a gift… from a friend.” They say softly.
He chuckles, putting his hat back on “Thank ya fer helpin’ me learn, maybe I’ll eventually understand that hubabalu on those pieces of paper at restaurants.”
"I.. Adore it" he says and tucks it gently in his bag of holding. "Thank.. you."
She snorts, laughing a bit "It's all (GP) on there anyway."
He smiles, sitting next to them and looking at the sunset, knees to chest as they thrum softly, some kind of fire in their eyes.
He chuckles “It is, ain’t it?” He adjusts his ring, “Ya know, I’m worried ‘bout my sisters.” He sits back down.
Ichigo keeps looking over the gift, tracing every inch of it as if commiting it to memory. Little insects crawl out form his armor, crawl on it as well.
"I know." She looks sympathetic "I'm sorry you're world turned this direction.."
Tim reaches out to pick up one of the bugs, their eyes seeming to change, analyzing the bug. A sheen covers their hand as they let it go, turning the hand into a swarm of bugs.
He shakes his head, looking to her “It’s fine, life ain’t gonna change too much fer one gunslinger. I’ll fix ‘em if I get the chance, an’ I know you’ll be there to see it.”
Ichigo watches with fascination, seeming impressed "That.. was.. amazing.." they rasp.
"I certainly hope so." She huffs "I am not leaving you now or ever, I'm like a parasite, can't live without you."
The bugs are nearly identical to the kind Ichigo is made of, Tim didn’t seem to know he could do that, shocked himself “How?” His magic thrums.
He stands up and holds her tightly, blushing slightly “I wouldn’t live without ya, now that yer in my life, I’ll do my best to make sure ya stay.”
".. I don't.. know.." they rasp, equally confused.
"Good." She grins madly and hugs him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He smiles at them, slapping their shoulder softly “Don’t worry ‘bout it none. It ain’t nothin’ to worry about. Name’s Sparrow Valentine, I ain’t from here either, but I got used to it by now. Nice to meet ya.”
He looks at the snake, moving closer to them, “It really was good, you are amazing Granny, thank you so much. Love you Granny.” He reaches out a finger to the rattlesnake.
*gtg real soon*
He nearly falls at the blow despite it not damaging the delicate-seeming flesh. "I thank you for your understanding, Sparrow Valentine. My name is Hadal. It is nice to meet you as well."
She giggles. "Oh, you're such a sweetheart!" She pulls out a second snake, held the same way. "Lookie here, I've got one for each of us!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
".. I don't.. know.." they rasp, equally confused.
"Good." She grins madly and hugs him.
The bugs come back together, the sheen returning, and reforming his hand. “W…what am I?”
He seems to get an idea before saying “Do you want a spell shootin’ gun? I know somebody who’ll be willin’ to make ya one, considerin’ yer a much better spell caster than me.”
".. I don't.. know.." they rasp, equally confused.
"Good." She grins madly and hugs him.
The bugs come back together, the sheen returning, and reforming his hand. “W…what am I?”
He seems to get an idea before saying “Do you want a spell shootin’ gun? I know somebody who’ll be willin’ to make ya one, considerin’ yer a much better spell caster than me.”
"Special... In.. good way." Ichigo nods, smiling kindly under his faceplate.
"Huh.. never thought to make one of those... Sure, why not." She shrugs, chuckling.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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*That doesn’t sound like it’ll be easily forgotten, but probably for all the wrong reasons. I hope you’re going to be okay, care about you Jobah.*
His hand comes away covered in some sort of seafoam green, glowing liquid. He hears a gurgling hiss of pain as something jumps back a bit, kicking up dust.
She laughs a toothless smile at him, putting her hands on his cheeks. "Oh, dearie! You're so handsome when you're not all busted up! I made you some nopale tacos!" She lifts up her basket and proudly displays the nutritionally balanced street food. How oxymoronic.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Oh no, I hope you feel better soon Jobah. Please take it easy.*
*Cut for Wendi.*
They shake their head, sitting criss cross apple sauce with their hands on their knees “Just… a gift… from a friend.” They say softly.
He chuckles, putting his hat back on “Thank ya fer helpin’ me learn, maybe I’ll eventually understand that hubabalu on those pieces of paper at restaurants.”
"I.. Adore it" he says and tucks it gently in his bag of holding. "Thank.. you."
She snorts, laughing a bit "It's all (GP) on there anyway."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He smells the foam before quickdrawing Rosemary “It ain’t nice to watch someone when they can’t see ya back. I ain’t gonna shoot, just reveal yerself.” He holsters Rosemary back, shaking his head.
He puts her down, still not fully used to this kindness after all he’s been forced to endure. Though he can’t help but look happy as he takes one of out of the basket, and puts it in his mouth whole, chewing with his mouth closed.
He smiles, sitting next to them and looking at the sunset, knees to chest as they thrum softly, some kind of fire in their eyes.
He chuckles “It is, ain’t it?” He adjusts his ring, “Ya know, I’m worried ‘bout my sisters.” He sits back down.
Ichigo keeps looking over the gift, tracing every inch of it as if commiting it to memory. Little insects crawl out form his armor, crawl on it as well.
"I know." She looks sympathetic "I'm sorry you're world turned this direction.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*aw i think yvonne left*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, your favorite pretty boy, and certified silly goose
Hadal, in all his horror, stands before him, heavily injured in ways that would absolutely kill any creature with a sane arrangement of organs. "I apologize..." he gurgles, placing a claw to the holes in his chest and bowing. "I am unused to earthly etiquette. I was studying your... arrangements. You are a mighty being, and I was hoping to adapt to be something similar before you notice."
"Good, aren't they?" She cackles. "There were so many fancy desert ingredients I could use! Did you know they have corn all the way out there? I didn't! Tarantula, cactus, snakes, all sorts of goodies! Oh, but of course, I save the best bits for you, my dearest..." She draws a live rattlesnake out of her basket, holding it by the fangs. "Isn't she pretty?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Tim reaches out to pick up one of the bugs, their eyes seeming to change, analyzing the bug. A sheen covers their hand as they let it go, turning the hand into a swarm of bugs.
He shakes his head, looking to her “It’s fine, life ain’t gonna change too much fer one gunslinger. I’ll fix ‘em if I get the chance, an’ I know you’ll be there to see it.”
Ichigo watches with fascination, seeming impressed "That.. was.. amazing.." they rasp.
"I certainly hope so." She huffs "I am not leaving you now or ever, I'm like a parasite, can't live without you."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cut for Baalze.*
He smiles at them, slapping their shoulder softly “Don’t worry ‘bout it none. It ain’t nothin’ to worry about. Name’s Sparrow Valentine, I ain’t from here either, but I got used to it by now. Nice to meet ya.”
He looks at the snake, moving closer to them, “It really was good, you are amazing Granny, thank you so much. Love you Granny.” He reaches out a finger to the rattlesnake.
The bugs are nearly identical to the kind Ichigo is made of, Tim didn’t seem to know he could do that, shocked himself “How?” His magic thrums.
He stands up and holds her tightly, blushing slightly “I wouldn’t live without ya, now that yer in my life, I’ll do my best to make sure ya stay.”
He looks at her curiously, patting the deers side
"What?" He grumbles
".. I don't.. know.." they rasp, equally confused.
"Good." She grins madly and hugs him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She smiles "How're you dear?"
"Drunk." Scott replies and takes him inside and sits him gently on the sofa.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*gtg real soon*
He nearly falls at the blow despite it not damaging the delicate-seeming flesh. "I thank you for your understanding, Sparrow Valentine. My name is Hadal. It is nice to meet you as well."
She giggles. "Oh, you're such a sweetheart!" She pulls out a second snake, held the same way. "Lookie here, I've got one for each of us!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The bugs come back together, the sheen returning, and reforming his hand. “W…what am I?”
He seems to get an idea before saying “Do you want a spell shootin’ gun? I know somebody who’ll be willin’ to make ya one, considerin’ yer a much better spell caster than me.”
"Special... In.. good way." Ichigo nods, smiling kindly under his faceplate.
"Huh.. never thought to make one of those... Sure, why not." She shrugs, chuckling.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]