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."
She inspects each of the mannequins, keeping a calm expression on her face. “I think they’re lovely, if not a bit peculiar. But uniqueness is a treasure, is it not? I wish I could have your talent when it comes to your creations. The only artistic thing I’m decent at is acting, ha-ha.”
KK notices that a lot of the lights in the rippling court are flickering on and off. Street lamps, lights inside houses, a few of the decorations in the opera house, and lights in the great fountain.
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.
"You know, people would pay big bucks to see these things. I could set up a gallery. It would be kind of like a zoo full of living art."
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!
*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.
*Something wrong?*
Podmorski, a fat, 7-foot tall strugel, walks over to him, over the lava presumable on the ground, and sits next to him. "Tough week?"
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.
"You know, people would pay big bucks to see these things. I could set up a gallery. It would be kind of like a zoo full of living art."
She thinks about it for a few seconds. "That would likely be very profitable... but I can't imagine it'd go over too well when someone finds out they're powered by blood..."
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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)
*Well that sucks, guess you’re back then. Sorry you have to deal with that.*
*Indeed I is. Nothing bad though.*
*At least you have that. Wanna rp?*
*Sure :)*
*Would you like anyone specific?*
*Hm. Since you have been putting up with me usually not knowing, I shall try and pick this time. I suppose Grimes, Sparrow, and Merabelle.
*Im not ‘putting up with you’ that makes it sound bad, you’re fine. Here ya go.*
Grimes is reading and playing darts, humming to himself as he gets some bullseyes, at this point, nearly no one is willing to play against him, and most are convinced he’s got to be cheating.
Sparrow is also reading, but in the library. He’s rubbing his eyes as he tries to make it through the fifth page of a very large novel, with lots of words, and many, many letters.
Merabelle is finishing up at Samaritan’s restaurant, cleaning after everyone and singing softly to herself. Once she’s done, she heads outside to go look for something interesting.
"You know, people would pay big bucks to see these things. I could set up a gallery. It would be kind of like a zoo full of living art."
She thinks about it for a few seconds. "That would likely be very profitable... but I can't imagine it'd go over too well when someone finds out they're powered by blood..."
"Hah. We can use coconut water for that. If vampires can drink it, so can your dolls. Of course, the real darlings would use real blood, which we can charge as part of the entry fee."
"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."
“It’s… stressful, to say the least… for the sake of public image, I’m forced into completing this damned investigation when I could be focusing on much more important things… and I don’t know how much time Fontaine, my court has left.”
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."
She inspects each of the mannequins, keeping a calm expression on her face. “I think they’re lovely, if not a bit peculiar. But uniqueness is a treasure, is it not? I wish I could have your talent when it comes to your creations. The only artistic thing I’m decent at is acting, ha-ha.”
KK notices that a lot of the lights in the rippling court are flickering on and off. Street lamps, lights inside houses, a few of the decorations in the opera house, and lights in the great fountain.
The mannequins- all faceless amalgams of arms and legs and torsos and heads- seem to look curiously back at her in turn. KK seems a little surprised. "I- er, I'm honored. I'm glad you l- like them." She nervously laughs a bit, before noticing the flickering lights. "How long has that been an issue?" She asks, gesturing to said lights.
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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 picks up an apple and bites 75% of it off. "Every dream being needs something to anchor them to reality. For me, it's desire. Without it, I'd fade away into the reverie like a fey without nature."
"He stalked me, desperately attempted to romance me, and offed himself when I didn't want him. It was all written in that guy's Death Note or whatever."
“I… see…” He very obviously does not see.
“[gp], man. That’s not good.”
He tosses the last bit of the apple down his throat. "Hm. So, you seem a little bewildered. I'd assumed with all the horrors around here, I would be barely notable."
"Yeah. So, whether it's a real threat or not, I'm gonna just... do what I want, I guess."
“I dunno man, I just don’t really get all that metaphysical stuff. I’m a druid. I like to stay more grounded, y’know?”
Rio gets to his feet, looking excited. “FINALLY! So you’re gonna embrace hedonism?? I’m so proud of you!”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*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.
*Something wrong?*
Podmorski, a fat, 7-foot tall strugel, walks over to him, over the lava presumable on the ground, and sits next to him. "Tough week?"
*Nah nah nah, you know me, I’m always fine.*
He looks down to the strugel, raising an eyebrow at their height before nodding “I wouldn’t say that, but maybe I’m just carrying a burden I don’t need to.”
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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*Hm. Since you have been putting up with me usually not knowing, I shall try and pick this time. I suppose Grimes, Sparrow, and Merabelle.
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
*I’M BACK*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Ello.*
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
She inspects each of the mannequins, keeping a calm expression on her face. “I think they’re lovely, if not a bit peculiar. But uniqueness is a treasure, is it not? I wish I could have your talent when it comes to your creations. The only artistic thing I’m decent at is acting, ha-ha.”
KK notices that a lot of the lights in the rippling court are flickering on and off. Street lamps, lights inside houses, a few of the decorations in the opera house, and lights in the great fountain.
"You know, people would pay big bucks to see these things. I could set up a gallery. It would be kind of like a zoo full of living art."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Oh hey Jobah.*
*Feeling good after your slumber?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*More or less.*
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
*heya*
. ݁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!
*Something wrong?*
Podmorski, a fat, 7-foot tall strugel, walks over to him, over the lava presumable on the ground, and sits next to him. "Tough week?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She thinks about it for a few seconds. "That would likely be very profitable... but I can't imagine it'd go over too well when someone finds out they're powered by blood..."
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 hey. Wanna rp?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Im not ‘putting up with you’ that makes it sound bad, you’re fine. Here ya go.*
Grimes is reading and playing darts, humming to himself as he gets some bullseyes, at this point, nearly no one is willing to play against him, and most are convinced he’s got to be cheating.
Sparrow is also reading, but in the library. He’s rubbing his eyes as he tries to make it through the fifth page of a very large novel, with lots of words, and many, many letters.
Merabelle is finishing up at Samaritan’s restaurant, cleaning after everyone and singing softly to herself. Once she’s done, she heads outside to go look for something interesting.
*Sure thing, who ya want?*
"Hah. We can use coconut water for that. If vampires can drink it, so can your dolls. Of course, the real darlings would use real blood, which we can charge as part of the entry fee."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“It’s… stressful, to say the least… for the sake of public image, I’m forced into completing this damned investigation when I could be focusing on much more important things… and I don’t know how much time Fontaine, my court has left.”
The mannequins- all faceless amalgams of arms and legs and torsos and heads- seem to look curiously back at her in turn. KK seems a little surprised. "I- er, I'm honored. I'm glad you l- like them." She nervously laughs a bit, before noticing the flickering lights. "How long has that been an issue?" She asks, gesturing to said lights.
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)
“I dunno man, I just don’t really get all that metaphysical stuff. I’m a druid. I like to stay more grounded, y’know?”
Rio gets to his feet, looking excited. “FINALLY! So you’re gonna embrace hedonism?? I’m so proud of you!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Nah nah nah, you know me, I’m always fine.*
He looks down to the strugel, raising an eyebrow at their height before nodding “I wouldn’t say that, but maybe I’m just carrying a burden I don’t need to.”
*anyone wanna RP with me?*
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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!