Everything started when you got sick. It started slow, with fatigue and nausea that you could ignore if you tried. But it snowballed bigger and bigger. Your body temperature changed erratically. Strange bumps started to appear on your skin. Chunks of your hair fell out. Eventually, you got taken to the hospital, but they didn't know what to do with you either. Something happened that nobody saw coming. Days as an inpatient turned into weeks. Sympathy from your loved ones. "they're so young", "get better soon". One day, the staff said you were being transferred. You sat on the bus and watched the scenery go by. As the bus lurched to a stop in front of a strange building surrounded by flourishing plants, you stepped off and took the realest breath of air you'd ever had.
You are a Dryad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hello, and welcome to my little idea that I turned into a thread! The conservatory is a thread I created out of a very unique idea, that will surely inspire unique characters that I can't wait to meet. Just like the Conservatory in the lore, this thread is a place where everyone is welcome, and the rules are there to keep it that way.
Rules
1: please be mindful of the other players and the lore. If you have an idea you'd like to add to the lore, pm me! 2: Please keep this pg-13 at most, and mind your cursing. You never know who else is on and what their limits are. So please, spoil anything potentially triggering. 3: Please read the lore. It's very important to create your character and understand this world.
Lore!
Dryads Dryads are an ancient phenomenon that hardly anyone knows about, and that's a good thing. They're not quite like the ones from Greek mythology, appearing human-like but with plants growing as a part of them. Each dryad is unique, being a specific type of plant and gaining characteristics form that plant. Up until their teenage years, they look like normal humans and think they're one too. Around the time average humans start to mature, they begin to sprout. Or, that's what's supposed to happen. The life, diet, and environment that a human needs is not what a dryad needs, and when they try to sprout they get sick and a usually painless process turns into a life-threatening condition. Some parts of the sprouting stage are expected, like the bumps where plants will sprout and hair falling out to make way for foliage, but unless action is taken to create an ideal environment, the sapling dryad will die. That's where the Conservatory Comes in.
The Conservatory The conservatory was Founded in 1974 by Rhea Hansley, a lavender dryad raised by dryad parents when she realized how many saplings die because their world wasn't designed for them. When a plant doesn't get the sunlight, water, and surroundings it needs to grow because its environment can't provide it, the gardener places it in a greenhouse. Rhea set out to create a metaphorical and physical greenhouse for young dryads, and to this day, the seed of hope she planted still flourishes. The conservatory is small but cozy. A greenhouse connected to the main building provides humidity and warmth when the winter rolls around. There's a rec room and a small library inside, along with offices and an infirmary. Once you reach a state where you're less vulnerable, you can leave. Most adult dryads live in wild places, and you probably will too when you're older.
Dryad sprouting phases The two phases of sprouting are as follows: 1: The dryad begins to experience growing pains, as well as hair loss and plant growth in places. If the proper environment is given during this stage, it's relatively painless, if not scary for the young dryad.
2: In stage two, the physical properties of the dryad's body change as blood turns into sap. They may begin to have wood in certain places instead of flesh, or grow thorns or vines. The second phase also allows the dryad to photosynthesize, and from here on certain foods will make a dryad sick in high quantities. In particularly dangerous cases when the sprouting stage is hindered, the first phase cuts off early and the second begins prematurely, causing discomfort. This is called odd-sprouting.
The benefits Being a dryad is hard, but eventually, it becomes what you never knew you needed. Some dryads who struggled with how they viewed themselves grow into the person they always wanted to be. It hurts, yes, but it's all worth it in the end.
Areas of the conservatory There's an infirmary with a medical staff and beds. The inside of the conservatory also has a cafeteria, some bedrooms, and a rec room. The greenhouse is climate-controlled, so this is where some of the dryads sleep, wether on beds or flowerbeds. It also sports a pond for aquatic plants and a garden where food is grown. Every Sunday, the mail comes, bringing supplies, letters, and care packages.
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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie) Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
*this better not die overningt man. I spent a good bit of writing inspo on this*
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie) Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie) Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie) Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
The bus full of new dryads arrives. You're probably on it
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie) Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie) Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
Sitting towards the back of the bus, watching out the window and deep in thought, is a dryad girl who still has many of their human characteristics. She has long, slightly wavy black hair and hazel eyes, with a growing rafflesia(corpse lily) blossom emerging from her head. She wears a comfy grey sweater and plain blue jeans, with long thin vines visibly creeping around their appendages. One of their hands is composed of twisting, wood-like vines that also bear a small rafflesia blossom, their other still being human-like. There is a very faint, yet sickly sweet aroma of decaying fruit that lingers around them.
This is Gwyn- though they're still contemplating whether they keep their human name or not. 'Gwyn works for now, at least.' she thinks to herself.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A girl about 16 gets off the bus and looks around the conservatory. She has long light brown hair and light skin with a faint olive tinge. She has a garland of leaves growing out of her head and small white flowers growing on her arms. Her name is Maureen and she’s a laurel tree dryad.
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
A girl about 16 gets off the bus and looks around the conservatory. She has long light brown hair and light skin with a faint olive tinge. She has a garland of leaves growing out of her head and small white flowers growing on her arms. Her name is Maureen and she’s a laurel tree dryad.
Gwyn, noticing that the bus has stopped, begins to make her way to the Conservatory proper. Others can probably notice that she is visibly nervous.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A girl about 16 gets off the bus and looks around the conservatory. She has long light brown hair and light skin with a faint olive tinge. She has a garland of leaves growing out of her head and small white flowers growing on her arms. Her name is Maureen and she’s a laurel tree dryad.
Gwyn, noticing that the bus has stopped, begins to make her way to the Conservatory proper. Others can probably notice that she is visibly nervous.
Maureen walks over to her. “I’m Maureen. I can tell you’re a little nervous. Don’t worry, I am too.”
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Sitting towards the back of the bus, watching out the window and deep in thought, is a dryad girl who still has many of their human characteristics. She has long, slightly wavy black hair and hazel eyes, with a growing rafflesia(corpse lily) blossom emerging from her head. She wears a comfy grey sweater and plain blue jeans, with long thin vines visibly creeping around their appendages. One of their hands is composed of twisting, wood-like vines that also bear a small rafflesia blossom, their other still being human-like. There is a very faint, yet sickly sweet aroma of decaying fruit that lingers around them.
This is Gwyn- though they're still contemplating whether they keep their human name or not. 'Gwyn works for now, at least.' she thinks to herself.
*sick. Im in history class tho so might be slow* The bus door opens and a kind-looking man in a green button up and khaki shorts steps on, holding a clipboard. "Hello, sproutlings! If you could line up in front of me so I can check you in, that'd be much appreciated!"
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie) Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
*Does it have to be a plant, or can a fungus count?*
*If yes, inky cap. If no, grape vine.*
*theoretically both but mushroom dryads are a rare case*
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie) Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
A girl about 16 gets off the bus and looks around the conservatory. She has long light brown hair and light skin with a faint olive tinge. She has a garland of leaves growing out of her head and small white flowers growing on her arms. Her name is Maureen and she’s a laurel tree dryad.
Gwyn, noticing that the bus has stopped, begins to make her way to the Conservatory proper. Others can probably notice that she is visibly nervous.
Maureen walks over to her. “I’m Maureen. I can tell you’re a little nervous. Don’t worry, I am too.”
"Yeah, this is... quite a change. I'm Gwyn. It's nice to meet you."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The clipboard man taps his pen against his clipboard. Now that you look a little closer, you can see that his fluffy mop of hair is made of wooly lamb's ear.
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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) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie) Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
The clipboard man taps his pen against his clipboard. Now that you look a little closer, you can see that his fluffy mop of hair is made of wooly lamb's ear.
Gwyn moves into line, waiting her turn.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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Everything started when you got sick. It started slow, with fatigue and nausea that you could ignore if you tried. But it snowballed bigger and bigger. Your body temperature changed erratically. Strange bumps started to appear on your skin. Chunks of your hair fell out. Eventually, you got taken to the hospital, but they didn't know what to do with you either. Something happened that nobody saw coming. Days as an inpatient turned into weeks. Sympathy from your loved ones. "they're so young", "get better soon". One day, the staff said you were being transferred. You sat on the bus and watched the scenery go by. As the bus lurched to a stop in front of a strange building surrounded by flourishing plants, you stepped off and took the realest breath of air you'd ever had.
You are a Dryad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hello, and welcome to my little idea that I turned into a thread! The conservatory is a thread I created out of a very unique idea, that will surely inspire unique characters that I can't wait to meet. Just like the Conservatory in the lore, this thread is a place where everyone is welcome, and the rules are there to keep it that way.
Rules
1: please be mindful of the other players and the lore. If you have an idea you'd like to add to the lore, pm me!
2: Please keep this pg-13 at most, and mind your cursing. You never know who else is on and what their limits are. So please, spoil anything potentially triggering.
3: Please read the lore. It's very important to create your character and understand this world.
Lore!
Dryads
Dryads are an ancient phenomenon that hardly anyone knows about, and that's a good thing. They're not quite like the ones from Greek mythology, appearing human-like but with plants growing as a part of them. Each dryad is unique, being a specific type of plant and gaining characteristics form that plant. Up until their teenage years, they look like normal humans and think they're one too. Around the time average humans start to mature, they begin to sprout. Or, that's what's supposed to happen. The life, diet, and environment that a human needs is not what a dryad needs, and when they try to sprout they get sick and a usually painless process turns into a life-threatening condition. Some parts of the sprouting stage are expected, like the bumps where plants will sprout and hair falling out to make way for foliage, but unless action is taken to create an ideal environment, the sapling dryad will die. That's where the Conservatory Comes in.
The Conservatory
The conservatory was Founded in 1974 by Rhea Hansley, a lavender dryad raised by dryad parents when she realized how many saplings die because their world wasn't designed for them. When a plant doesn't get the sunlight, water, and surroundings it needs to grow because its environment can't provide it, the gardener places it in a greenhouse. Rhea set out to create a metaphorical and physical greenhouse for young dryads, and to this day, the seed of hope she planted still flourishes. The conservatory is small but cozy. A greenhouse connected to the main building provides humidity and warmth when the winter rolls around. There's a rec room and a small library inside, along with offices and an infirmary. Once you reach a state where you're less vulnerable, you can leave. Most adult dryads live in wild places, and you probably will too when you're older.
Dryad sprouting phases
The two phases of sprouting are as follows:
1: The dryad begins to experience growing pains, as well as hair loss and plant growth in places. If the proper environment is given during this stage, it's relatively painless, if not scary for the young dryad.
2: In stage two, the physical properties of the dryad's body change as blood turns into sap. They may begin to have wood in certain places instead of flesh, or grow thorns or vines. The second phase also allows the dryad to photosynthesize, and from here on certain foods will make a dryad sick in high quantities.
In particularly dangerous cases when the sprouting stage is hindered, the first phase cuts off early and the second begins prematurely, causing discomfort. This is called odd-sprouting.
The benefits
Being a dryad is hard, but eventually, it becomes what you never knew you needed. Some dryads who struggled with how they viewed themselves grow into the person they always wanted to be. It hurts, yes, but it's all worth it in the end.
Areas of the conservatory
There's an infirmary with a medical staff and beds. The inside of the conservatory also has a cafeteria, some bedrooms, and a rec room. The greenhouse is climate-controlled, so this is where some of the dryads sleep, wether on beds or flowerbeds. It also sports a pond for aquatic plants and a garden where food is grown. Every Sunday, the mail comes, bringing supplies, letters, and care packages.
My Playlist
Oh yeah also reply with a plant when you read it all, or just want to add this to your notifs so long as you read them sometime.
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie)
Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
*this better not die overningt man. I spent a good bit of writing inspo on this*
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie)
Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
*like if you're reading this please say smth*
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie)
Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
I read this. I don’t have time to join right now but I really love the lore. That’s why I Thanked it.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
*good morning everyone!*
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie)
Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
The bus full of new dryads arrives.
You're probably on it
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie)
Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
*Interesting. need a while to come up with a character though.*
Hi! I'm viper, the ultimate silly snake!
"Absurd and nonsensical, fantastical and daft, all there is left to do is sit right down and laugh"
*that's okay take your time*
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie)
Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
*This looks interesting... I'll give it a go.*
Sitting towards the back of the bus, watching out the window and deep in thought, is a dryad girl who still has many of their human characteristics. She has long, slightly wavy black hair and hazel eyes, with a growing rafflesia (corpse lily) blossom emerging from her head. She wears a comfy grey sweater and plain blue jeans, with long thin vines visibly creeping around their appendages. One of their hands is composed of twisting, wood-like vines that also bear a small rafflesia blossom, their other still being human-like. There is a very faint, yet sickly sweet aroma of decaying fruit that lingers around them.
This is Gwyn- though they're still contemplating whether they keep their human name or not. 'Gwyn works for now, at least.' she thinks to herself.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
(A plant. LMAO. :3)
(Jokes aside, I got a good plant, but I'ma need to get some inspiration for the personality and such.)
The one who wants to hug quite literally everyone, for no reason whatsoever. Get him to an Asylum.
Just some guy who likes memes and DND!
Some may know me as a particularly goofy vermin if you play a Sonic game where you commit blasts of robo...2...
(online Monday-Friday from 8:00 to 3:00) (Most of the time.)
First ACTUAL RP character as a SHEET!!! He's a foxfolk.
Hewwo! ^w^ You wanna see a surprise? :3
*spider plant. Also you should advertise this in some of the non-rolplay threads like lcw and the tavern advertising threads.*
Hi! I'm viper, the ultimate silly snake!
"Absurd and nonsensical, fantastical and daft, all there is left to do is sit right down and laugh"
*Changed my mind about joining*
A girl about 16 gets off the bus and looks around the conservatory. She has long light brown hair and light skin with a faint olive tinge. She has a garland of leaves growing out of her head and small white flowers growing on her arms. Her name is Maureen and she’s a laurel tree dryad.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
*Does it have to be a plant, or can a fungus count?*
*If yes, inky cap. If no, grape vine.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Gwyn, noticing that the bus has stopped, begins to make her way to the Conservatory proper. Others can probably notice that she is visibly nervous.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Maureen walks over to her. “I’m Maureen. I can tell you’re a little nervous. Don’t worry, I am too.”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
*sick. Im in history class tho so might be slow*
The bus door opens and a kind-looking man in a green button up and khaki shorts steps on, holding a clipboard.
"Hello, sproutlings! If you could line up in front of me so I can check you in, that'd be much appreciated!"
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie)
Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
*theoretically both but mushroom dryads are a rare case*
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie)
Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
"Yeah, this is... quite a change. I'm Gwyn. It's nice to meet you."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The clipboard man taps his pen against his clipboard. Now that you look a little closer, you can see that his fluffy mop of hair is made of wooly lamb's ear.
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)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. Yeah, i'm ace
Hey there, just wanted to say I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. (if you understand that you get a cookie)
Drummer has dubbed me Crafter of Constellations.
Gwyn moves into line, waiting her turn.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)