He nods, watching the abomination scuttle about. "That's good. I'm going to take inspiration from your work, if that's alright. It's really incredible how horrible they are. You can keep looking for ages and it just gets worse."
"No, I don't mind at all. That feeling of unease is exactly what I was going for when designing them." She laughs, also watching her creation shamble about.
He taps his spoon on the edge of his mug. "Do you ever name them?"
He nods, watching the abomination scuttle about. "That's good. I'm going to take inspiration from your work, if that's alright. It's really incredible how horrible they are. You can keep looking for ages and it just gets worse."
"No, I don't mind at all. That feeling of unease is exactly what I was going for when designing them." She laughs, also watching her creation shamble about.
He taps his spoon on the edge of his mug. "Do you ever name them?"
"Sometimes. Not often, though. Why?"
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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)
As her hand hits the bloody area, it pushes through about two feet, knocking something out of place. When it comes up, it's the corpse of the last person to die within the Domain of Delight. Other corpses rise up from the pool, belonging to anyone else who died or was taken apart here, along with some fey missing from the Summer Court. "Oh, come on now! Most everyone's insane here! But if you insist..." She falls through the 'floor' of the pool, and, along with all the gore, corpses, and Podmorski, lands in what looks to be a very expensive hotel room. It would be perfect, suited exactly to her tastes... if the other things hadn't fallen with her.
Her eyes widen in terror, and with slight curiosity, wondering how many corpses are within the pool. She magically clears off her clothes of any stains or debris, and turns to Podmorski.
”so… you wanted to meet me?”
He sits in a big, plush chair, drenched in guts like everything else in the room. The reason why he wears the rain coat and hat is quite apparent now. He conjures a mug and scoops up some blood, puts in some sugar and cream, and takes a sip. Her spell can't clean the blood off her hands. "Yes." He gestures with his spoon. "You've... piqued my interest, like so many before you." He stands up and drags a summer archfey's body onto the coffee table, then places sets of random rusty cutlery before her and himself. "But before that, we should pray, don't you think?" He puts his fat hands together.
“Mm… there isn’t anyone I’d like to pray to. Not the Queen of the summer court, nor any gods…”
*well, if you’d like I’d like to continue the drama with the rippling court, so KK?*
*Sounds wonderful to me!*
KK has returned to the Rippling Court, now with four of her mannequin constructs in tow. Despite the ball being over, she still wears the mask and outfit from then, and her creations have matching attire suited to anatomies that are not at all humanoid and have many, many arms.
Aurelia is at the grand plaza, right outside the opera house, having a cup of tea, and going over some untidily scribbled notes on a piece of parchment. She senses KK approaching, looks up, and puts on a small smile, mostly ignoring the four mannequins. Around the plaza, there are eight guards carefully watching KK.
”oh, it’s great to see you once again! I’m afraid we’re having… little luck with the case, but I’m fairly sure it must have been the magicians. Just have to get enough evidence that they’ll be found guilty before the orator.”
She bows, with her four guards doing the same a second later. "It's great to see you again as well, your radiance. I'm sure we'll find more evidence soon enough."
She invites KK to sit down with her. “What have you been up to since the ball?”
He sits in a big, plush chair, drenched in guts like everything else in the room. The reason why he wears the rain coat and hat is quite apparent now. He conjures a mug and scoops up some blood, puts in some sugar and cream, and takes a sip. Her spell can't clean the blood off her hands. "Yes." He gestures with his spoon. "You've... piqued my interest, like so many before you." He stands up and drags a summer archfey's body onto the coffee table, then places sets of random rusty cutlery before her and himself. "But before that, we should pray, don't you think?" He puts his fat hands together.
“Mm… there isn’t anyone I’d like to pray to. Not the Queen of the summer court, nor any gods…”
He smiles and takes her hand. "Pray with me."
"Since the precept was decreed, its certainty was predetermined: Mere fleece and meat are people, thus they need to be subservient. 'Neath so turbulent a firmament, the worst of lords survive, Pray to none and show no pity 'till we reach the other side."
He sits in a big, plush chair, drenched in guts like everything else in the room. The reason why he wears the rain coat and hat is quite apparent now. He conjures a mug and scoops up some blood, puts in some sugar and cream, and takes a sip. Her spell can't clean the blood off her hands. "Yes." He gestures with his spoon. "You've... piqued my interest, like so many before you." He stands up and drags a summer archfey's body onto the coffee table, then places sets of random rusty cutlery before her and himself. "But before that, we should pray, don't you think?" He puts his fat hands together.
“Mm… there isn’t anyone I’d like to pray to. Not the Queen of the summer court, nor any gods…”
He smiles and takes her hand. "Pray with me."
"Since the precept was decreed, its certainty was predetermined: Mere fleece and meat are people, thus they need to be subservient. 'Neath so turbulent a firmament, the worst of lords survive, Pray to none and show no pity 'till we reach the other side."
Reluctantly, she joins him. As he recites the prayer, she seems to be shaking a bit. Whether out of fear or something else, he isn’t sure, and her eyes are shut tight.
KK sits with her. "Working on a few smaller projects, mostly. You were saying you wanted to see some more of my creations last we spoke, so I- I brought a few with me."
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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)
He taps his spoon on the edge of his mug. "Do you ever name them?"
"Sometimes. Not often, though. Why?"
He shrugs. "I name my creations. Of course, I make fewer, so it makes sense that way."
"That does make sense. I have been making a lot of these things- it's kinda hard to keep track of them all. Wouldn't be surprised if a few stumbled out into the woods and spooked some hikers or something." She chuckles.
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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)
*Im back, does anyone want to continue or start rping? If so, please pick the characters.*
*Yo, anybody?*
*I finally have a genuinely evil character that can just talk with Rag, so I want to do that now.*
*Oh… okay.*
Rag is sitting outside of town, taking deep breaths and remembering everything he needs to, keeping himself from his rage while he does so, his axe sitting at his side.
"Since the precept was decreed, its certainty was predetermined: Mere fleece and meat are people, thus they need to be subservient. 'Neath so turbulent a firmament, the worst of lords survive, Pray to none and show no pity 'till we reach the other side."
Reluctantly, she joins him. As he recites the prayer, she seems to be shaking a bit. Whether out of fear or something else, he isn’t sure, and her eyes are shut tight.
"What's wrong? Angry? Afraid? Or just hungry?" The archfey's corpse catches fire and begins to roast itself. "I made us a nice dinner so we can talk about our feelings together. You can probably guess the depths of my emotional ability by my presentation, but let's talk about you. How about all this investigation? It's so dreadful. Everyone is hiding their findings from each other."
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!
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He taps his spoon on the edge of his mug. "Do you ever name them?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sometimes. Not often, though. Why?"
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)
He shrugs. "I name my creations. Of course, I make fewer, so it makes sense that way."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Mm… there isn’t anyone I’d like to pray to. Not the Queen of the summer court, nor any gods…”
She invites KK to sit down with her. “What have you been up to since the ball?”
*Yo, anybody?*
*my allergies have decided to ruin my nap.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Well that sucks, guess you’re back then. Sorry you have to deal with that.*
He smiles and takes her hand. "Pray with me."
"Since the precept was decreed, its certainty was predetermined:
Mere fleece and meat are people, thus they need to be subservient.
'Neath so turbulent a firmament, the worst of lords survive,
Pray to none and show no pity 'till we reach the other side."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I finally have a genuinely evil character that can just talk with Rag, so I want to do that now.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Reluctantly, she joins him. As he recites the prayer, she seems to be shaking a bit. Whether out of fear or something else, he isn’t sure, and her eyes are shut tight.
*Indeed I is. Nothing bad though.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Cut*
KK sits with her. "Working on a few smaller projects, mostly. You were saying you wanted to see some more of my creations last we spoke, so I- I brought a few with me."
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)
"That does make sense. I have been making a lot of these things- it's kinda hard to keep track of them all. Wouldn't be surprised if a few stumbled out into the woods and spooked some hikers or something." She chuckles.
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)
*At least you have that. Wanna rp?*
*Sure :)*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Oh… okay.*
Rag is sitting outside of town, taking deep breaths and remembering everything he needs to, keeping himself from his rage while he does so, his axe sitting at his side.
*Would you like anyone specific?*
"What's wrong? Angry? Afraid? Or just hungry?" The archfey's corpse catches fire and begins to roast itself. "I made us a nice dinner so we can talk about our feelings together. You can probably guess the depths of my emotional ability by my presentation, but let's talk about you. How about all this investigation? It's so dreadful. Everyone is hiding their findings from each other."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*anyone wanna RP with me?*
. ݁𝜗~☆Extended Signature☆~𝜚.
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, February 15th, 2025 💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Any pronouns, if you mix them up a lot; otherwise, She/They
Hallo, I am a pan, demigirl, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. I am Canadian, and yeah. I have been on DDB for a while, and the forums for one or two years. Call me Tara, or Anto. Or tarasque2897!