*There are some great songs on that playlist. Sheldrake is supreme. I can't stay but I'll intro anyway.*
In the infirmary, a bed that should be occupied is not. The covers have been thrown back, revealing small punctures marks in the sheets. The window next to the bed is wide open and scrambling can be heard in the tree that grows outside the infirmary.
The occupant of the next bed stands up and looks out of the window. Tendrils of ivy drape over her gaunt face and brush the ground and windowsill. The cold morning air doesn't seem to bother her much.
Sitting on a fat branch of the tree sits a bald headed boy who looks down at you and grins. he wears brown cargo pants and a white tank top. His head is large and round and his frame is wiry but strong. He kicks his legs idly under him. "Hey, you mind being look out?"
Gwyn is chilling at the water's edge, lying down on the damp soil, just thriving in their natural habitat.
There's some cranberries floating on the water
Gwyn rolls over somewhat to generally face (what she presumes is) Marsh. "How are you doing?"
Marsh is actually out of the water, sitting in in a gardener's chair. "wrong way"
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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) 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
A large, older teenager walks into the rec room. Closed-off, standoffish body language, aubergine skin with red streaks here and there, and tiny crimson peppers growing in the black leaves on their head. Their clothes are worn, ill-fitting, and dirty. They can't fit their bandaged thumbs into the pockets of their too-short sweatpants, and their slightly rounded belly is plainly visible under their shirt that was not originally meant to be a crop top. They sit down in a chair, putting their dirty, calloused feet up on a second nearby chair.
*I don't have much time, but I wanted to get this intro out of the way.*
*frickin sick* One of the med staff walks by, holding a clipboard. "name?"
"Swelter. Y'know, I don't need this place. I was just sick from, like, natural causes. I'm a gardener, and I'm a tough variety."
(They were in fact, sick from a lack of proper care, but they're a bit overconfident.)
"Yeah." he looks at him sarcastically
They stand up, getting uncomfortably close. They stand at 6' 1", so it would be intimidating if they were in good health and not trying to scare someone who has dealt with people like this like every other day. "I don't appreciate the sarcasm. The only reason you caught me at all was because I got sick. You're good trackers, but you don't know the streets as well as I do."
"Technically, It was juvenile services who got you."
"I wouldn't have had to steal that crap if it weren't for you losers harassing my family looking for me. Plus, the fuzz had it in for me ever since I pissed off those dealers."
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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.
A large, older teenager walks into the rec room. Closed-off, standoffish body language, aubergine skin with red streaks here and there, and tiny crimson peppers growing in the black leaves on their head. Their clothes are worn, ill-fitting, and dirty. They can't fit their bandaged thumbs into the pockets of their too-short sweatpants, and their slightly rounded belly is plainly visible under their shirt that was not originally meant to be a crop top. They sit down in a chair, putting their dirty, calloused feet up on a second nearby chair.
*I don't have much time, but I wanted to get this intro out of the way.*
*frickin sick* One of the med staff walks by, holding a clipboard. "name?"
"Swelter. Y'know, I don't need this place. I was just sick from, like, natural causes. I'm a gardener, and I'm a tough variety."
(They were in fact, sick from a lack of proper care, but they're a bit overconfident.)
"Yeah." he looks at him sarcastically
They stand up, getting uncomfortably close. They stand at 6' 1", so it would be intimidating if they were in good health and not trying to scare someone who has dealt with people like this like every other day. "I don't appreciate the sarcasm. The only reason you caught me at all was because I got sick. You're good trackers, but you don't know the streets as well as I do."
"Technically, It was juvenile services who got you."
"I wouldn't have had to steal that crap if it weren't for you losers harassing my family looking for me. Plus, the fuzz had it in for me ever since I pissed off those dealers."
"Hey, I'm not the police. I'm not here to question your brushes with the law."
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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) 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
Gwyn is chilling at the water's edge, lying down on the damp soil, just thriving in their natural habitat.
There's some cranberries floating on the water
Gwyn rolls over somewhat to generally face (what she presumes is) Marsh. "How are you doing?"
Marsh is actually out of the water, sitting in in a gardener's chair. "wrong way"
Gwyn rolls back over, a bit of dirt on their face that they brush off. "Ah, my bad. Still though, what's up?"
"Not much. just figure'd I'd give the dry world a try"
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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) 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
"I wouldn't have had to steal that crap if it weren't for you losers harassing my family looking for me. Plus, the fuzz had it in for me ever since I pissed off those dealers."
"Hey, I'm not the police. I'm not here to question your brushes with the law."
They snort. "Good." They seem to be looking for a threat they could use. They eventually sigh. "Keep up the good work, I guess." They flop down back in their two chairs.
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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 wouldn't have had to steal that crap if it weren't for you losers harassing my family looking for me. Plus, the fuzz had it in for me ever since I pissed off those dealers."
"Hey, I'm not the police. I'm not here to question your brushes with the law."
They snort. "Good." They seem to be looking for a threat they could use. They eventually sigh. "Keep up the good work, I guess." They flop down back in their two chairs.
the staffer walks away
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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) 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
*There are some great songs on that playlist. Sheldrake is supreme. I can't stay but I'll intro anyway.*
In the infirmary, a bed that should be occupied is not. The covers have been thrown back, revealing small punctures marks in the sheets. The window next to the bed is wide open and scrambling can be heard in the tree that grows outside the infirmary.
The occupant of the next bed stands up and looks out of the window. Tendrils of ivy drape over her gaunt face and brush the ground and windowsill. The cold morning air doesn't seem to bother her much.
Sitting on a fat branch of the tree sits a bald headed boy who looks down at you and grins. he wears brown cargo pants and a white tank top. His head is large and round and his frame is wiry but strong. He kicks his legs idly under him. "Hey, you mind being look out?"
"me?" her voice is breathy and rattly
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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) 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
*There are some great songs on that playlist. Sheldrake is supreme. I can't stay but I'll intro anyway.*
In the infirmary, a bed that should be occupied is not. The covers have been thrown back, revealing small punctures marks in the sheets. The window next to the bed is wide open and scrambling can be heard in the tree that grows outside the infirmary.
The occupant of the next bed stands up and looks out of the window. Tendrils of ivy drape over her gaunt face and brush the ground and windowsill. The cold morning air doesn't seem to bother her much.
Sitting on a fat branch of the tree sits a bald headed boy who looks down at you and grins. he wears brown cargo pants and a white tank top. His head is large and round and his frame is wiry but strong. He kicks his legs idly under him. "Hey, you mind being look out?"
"me?" her voice is breathy and rattly
"No the other dude watching me from that window." He says with a roll of his eyes, "Yes you. Just watch for any of the doctor guys. Tell me if any are coming so I can get back in bed without them knowing."
Swelter is trying to cook using various edible garden plants, nopales, their own peppers, and a trowel that they stole, sharpened against some rocks, and washed in the sink. They grumble something about a griddle and fresh meat.
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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.
*There are some great songs on that playlist. Sheldrake is supreme. I can't stay but I'll intro anyway.*
In the infirmary, a bed that should be occupied is not. The covers have been thrown back, revealing small punctures marks in the sheets. The window next to the bed is wide open and scrambling can be heard in the tree that grows outside the infirmary.
The occupant of the next bed stands up and looks out of the window. Tendrils of ivy drape over her gaunt face and brush the ground and windowsill. The cold morning air doesn't seem to bother her much.
Sitting on a fat branch of the tree sits a bald headed boy who looks down at you and grins. he wears brown cargo pants and a white tank top. His head is large and round and his frame is wiry but strong. He kicks his legs idly under him. "Hey, you mind being look out?"
"me?" her voice is breathy and rattly
"No the other dude watching me from that window." He says with a roll of his eyes, "Yes you. Just watch for any of the doctor guys. Tell me if any are coming so I can get back in bed without them knowing."
"Oh, okay" she nods
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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) 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
Gwyn is chilling at the water's edge, lying down on the damp soil, just thriving in their natural habitat.
There's some cranberries floating on the water
Gwyn rolls over somewhat to generally face (what she presumes is) Marsh. "How are you doing?"
Marsh is actually out of the water, sitting in in a gardener's chair. "wrong way"
Gwyn rolls back over, a bit of dirt on their face that they brush off. "Ah, my bad. Still though, what's up?"
"Not much. just figure'd I'd give the dry world a try"
"Ah, got it." Gwyn lies flat on their back on the soil. "Man, I didn't think I'd like the feel of dirt so much."
"Eh, it's not my cup of tea"
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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) 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
"No the other dude watching me from that window." He says with a roll of his eyes, "Yes you. Just watch for any of the doctor guys. Tell me if any are coming so I can get back in bed without them knowing."
"Oh, okay" she nods
He begins to scramble higher up into the tree. Climbing through the thinner, weaker branches with ease and confidence. Possibly too much confidence.
Gwyn is chilling at the water's edge, lying down on the damp soil, just thriving in their natural habitat.
There's some cranberries floating on the water
Gwyn rolls over somewhat to generally face (what she presumes is) Marsh. "How are you doing?"
Marsh is actually out of the water, sitting in in a gardener's chair. "wrong way"
Gwyn rolls back over, a bit of dirt on their face that they brush off. "Ah, my bad. Still though, what's up?"
"Not much. just figure'd I'd give the dry world a try"
"Ah, got it." Gwyn lies flat on their back on the soil. "Man, I didn't think I'd like the feel of dirt so much."
"Eh, it's not my cup of tea"
"Understandable." She gets up from the ground and sits in a chair somewhat near Marsh. "So, what's the schedule like here? Anything we should be looking forward to?"
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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)
"No the other dude watching me from that window." He says with a roll of his eyes, "Yes you. Just watch for any of the doctor guys. Tell me if any are coming so I can get back in bed without them knowing."
"Oh, okay" she nods
He begins to scramble higher up into the tree. Climbing through the thinner, weaker branches with ease and confidence. Possibly too much confidence.
"Someone's coming!"
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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) 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
A short girl walks into the rec room. She has medium length hair and her skin has a slight sickly green tint, with small purple spots at the bases of the long thin spikes coming from her cheeks like cat whiskers and her neck like a strange spiked collar.
She's wearing a beanie with a bow attached and an eye pattern in the center, along with a baggy custom T-shirt that says "freindship force ultra" and a leather jacket with stripey arm warmers underneath. She has cargo pants that are almost all filled and a mostly empty camping backpack
"No the other dude watching me from that window." He says with a roll of his eyes, "Yes you. Just watch for any of the doctor guys. Tell me if any are coming so I can get back in bed without them knowing."
"Oh, okay" she nods
He begins to scramble higher up into the tree. Climbing through the thinner, weaker branches with ease and confidence. Possibly too much confidence.
"Someone's coming!"
"Dang it!" He immediately begins to start climbing down. He swings from the branches hazardously. It's a miracle his feet haven't slipped at the rate he is going. "Out of the way! Out of the way!" He shouts at you.
Then he jumps, dropping straight out of the tree. His hands grip the tree limb he was sitting on earlier and he swings feet first through the window. He crashes in a heap on the floor and moans.
Sitting on a fat branch of the tree sits a bald headed boy who looks down at you and grins. he wears brown cargo pants and a white tank top. His head is large and round and his frame is wiry but strong. He kicks his legs idly under him. "Hey, you mind being look out?"
Marsh is actually out of the water, sitting in in a gardener's chair.
"wrong way"
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
"I wouldn't have had to steal that crap if it weren't for you losers harassing my family looking for me. Plus, the fuzz had it in for me ever since I pissed off those dealers."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Gwyn rolls back over, a bit of dirt on their face that they brush off. "Ah, my bad. Still though, what's up?"
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)
"Hey, I'm not the police. I'm not here to question your brushes with the law."
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
"Not much. just figure'd I'd give the dry world a try"
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
They snort. "Good." They seem to be looking for a threat they could use. They eventually sigh. "Keep up the good work, I guess." They flop down back in their two chairs.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
the staffer walks away
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
"Ah, got it." Gwyn lies flat on their back on the soil. "Man, I didn't think I'd like the feel of dirt so much."
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)
"me?" her voice is breathy and rattly
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
"No the other dude watching me from that window." He says with a roll of his eyes, "Yes you. Just watch for any of the doctor guys. Tell me if any are coming so I can get back in bed without them knowing."
Swelter is trying to cook using various edible garden plants, nopales, their own peppers, and a trowel that they stole, sharpened against some rocks, and washed in the sink. They grumble something about a griddle and fresh meat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, okay" she nods
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
"Eh, it's not my cup of tea"
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
He begins to scramble higher up into the tree. Climbing through the thinner, weaker branches with ease and confidence. Possibly too much confidence.
"Understandable." She gets up from the ground and sits in a chair somewhat near Marsh. "So, what's the schedule like here? Anything we should be looking forward to?"
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)
"Someone's coming!"
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
A short girl walks into the rec room. She has medium length hair and her skin has a slight sickly green tint, with small purple spots at the bases of the long thin spikes coming from her cheeks like cat whiskers and her neck like a strange spiked collar.
She's wearing a beanie with a bow attached and an eye pattern in the center, along with a baggy custom T-shirt that says "freindship force ultra" and a leather jacket with stripey arm warmers underneath. She has cargo pants that are almost all filled and a mostly empty camping backpack
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
"Dang it!" He immediately begins to start climbing down. He swings from the branches hazardously. It's a miracle his feet haven't slipped at the rate he is going. "Out of the way! Out of the way!" He shouts at you.
Then he jumps, dropping straight out of the tree. His hands grip the tree limb he was sitting on earlier and he swings feet first through the window. He crashes in a heap on the floor and moans.
*I have to leave for now. Howdy backwards.*