*I am back from the bog once more! Does anyone wish to rp for a little while?*
*Yeah totally if you want to. Who would you like?*
*I would say either Merabelle or Tim- your choice.*
*Okay. Here you go my friend.*
Tim is sitting in a hill, looking to the night sky, the glittering stars above as his body thrums with magical power, the cracks spreading to the point where they look like veins of magic breaking through his skin.
Omori sits at the base of said hill, also stargazing. The only real indication she's there that Tim can notice is the occasional rustling of paper as she looks between her star charts and the night sky.
He looks over to them for a moment, but too meek to interact he seems to just be staring at where she is, his eyes seeming to change color to magically see them, looking to the night sky as wellz
*I am back from the bog once more! Does anyone wish to rp for a little while?*
*(Grabs you both) Yes*
*Which character of mine collection dost thou wish to interact with?*
*I want Felix to talk to KK. Not certain about the other, Dealer's Choice for Franz.*
*Okey dokey!*
KK is back at her studio, drawing designs to try and create something truly mind-shatteringly horrific. There is a large stack of papers next to her- designs she didn't think were frightening enough.
Helianth is rooted into the soil next to the Inn, absorbing sunlight.
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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, stuff like this can never be fully fixed, but it can be worked through. And you can't do that without support."
"Honestly? I'd want to be a mortal if I was anything else."
He lets go of his arms, crossing them. His claws are drenched in blood. "I just don't know what to do... I lied to you, I don't even have a stupid date... I just wanted you to go away so I wouldnt have to look at you, or think about you...
“Hmm. You would trade power and immortality for… what?”
Rio sighs. “Well if that’s the case then I can go, but I want to stay and help you as best I can…”
"The chance to feel a normal life. This place? Boring... but, I'm glad you showed up, Eito." he smiles, holding their chin again.
"I don't know what I want anymore... I just need to sleep..."
“…so am I.” Eito smiles a bit wider.
“Well then, I’ll let you do that.” Riotan nods, trying to reassure Mac however he can.
He exhales shakily, leaning in a bit closer before backing away further than he came forward.
He lays down, fetal position once again, trying to sleep.
"...you're alright. I don't mind your presence."
Rio moves to the booth on the other side of the room but makes sure to keep a close eye on Mac.
"So I can... come closer?" he asks, approaching once again.
He sleeps fitfully, not hurting himself, but he sleeps.
"Of course." Eito nods, their eyes gleaming.
Rio keeps unblinking watch over him the whole time.
He continues to approach, still holding their chin. Nervous, he plants a small kiss on their cheek.
No incidents, just tossing and turning.
Eito looks surprised but pleased. "Well. I apologize for the sensation of contact with my exterior. I am sure it is not a pleasant feeling, to touch such a surface with the lips."
Rio remains there until Mac awakens.
He shakes his head, cupping the side of their face. "I enjoyed it, truly." he smiles genuinely.
It's not until mid afternoon that he awakes.
"W-well... thank you, then."
Riotan has kept watch over him the whole time.
"Of course..." he sits back in his chair fully. "Its getting late. do you need a place to stay?"
*wanna rp with any others?*
They chuckle slightly. "Not particularly, but... I cannot say I would not appreciate to be here longer..."
*forgot Mac*
"Well, I have the couch, a spare room, and my own."
He sees Rio across the room. he smiles weakly, flushing
*Here, a queer*
Toothless is working hard to bring people their orders.
"You need not make such places unavailable. I do not require a soft surface for sleep."
Riotan waves kindly.
Mauric is gathering up his things for his night shift.
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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 am back from the bog once more! Does anyone wish to rp for a little while?*
*Yeah totally if you want to. Who would you like?*
*I would say either Merabelle or Tim- your choice.*
*Okay. Here you go my friend.*
Tim is sitting in a hill, looking to the night sky, the glittering stars above as his body thrums with magical power, the cracks spreading to the point where they look like veins of magic breaking through his skin.
Omori sits at the base of said hill, also stargazing. The only real indication she's there that Tim can notice is the occasional rustling of paper as she looks between her star charts and the night sky.
He looks over to them for a moment, but too meek to interact he seems to just be staring at where she is, his eyes seeming to change color to magically see them, looking to the night sky as wellz
After a while, Omori notices him and looks back- two yellow eyes shining out of the dark. "Oh, hello there." She says, curiously watching him back.
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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)
KK is back at her studio, drawing designs to try and create something truly mind-shatteringly horrific. There is a large stack of papers next to her- designs she didn't think were frightening enough.
Helianth is rooted into the soil next to the Inn, absorbing sunlight.
There is a knock at the door.
Franz walks over, guitar in hand. "How you feeling, neighbor?"
*I am back from the bog once more! Does anyone wish to rp for a little while?*
*Yeah totally if you want to. Who would you like?*
*I would say either Merabelle or Tim- your choice.*
*Okay. Here you go my friend.*
Tim is sitting in a hill, looking to the night sky, the glittering stars above as his body thrums with magical power, the cracks spreading to the point where they look like veins of magic breaking through his skin.
Omori sits at the base of said hill, also stargazing. The only real indication she's there that Tim can notice is the occasional rustling of paper as she looks between her star charts and the night sky.
He looks over to them for a moment, but too meek to interact he seems to just be staring at where she is, his eyes seeming to change color to magically see them, looking to the night sky as wellz
After a while, Omori notices him and looks back- two yellow eyes shining out of the dark. "Oh, hello there." She says, curiously watching him back.
His own eyes shift to the same color, a perfect reflection of theirs unbeknownst to him “H-hello. I’m Tim.” He meekly waves a hand, smiling softly at them.
KK is back at her studio, drawing designs to try and create something truly mind-shatteringly horrific. There is a large stack of papers next to her- designs she didn't think were frightening enough.
Helianth is rooted into the soil next to the Inn, absorbing sunlight.
There is a knock at the door.
Franz walks over, guitar in hand. "How you feeling, neighbor?"
Whoever is outside the studio can hear her walking over to the door, and after unlocking all the locks, KK opens the door slightly to see who it is.
The crooked sunflower looks back at him briefly. "I am simply well. And 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)
"So, you helped her before I did, huh? Well, she's in One Piece now. Might be a bit before she wakes up though"
*I'm sorry, not sorry, it had to be done.*
*itsok* ”She’ll pull through. She’s done it before” Emma points at another shimmery ghosty bit, this time between sha-dia’s ears. “Axe to the head” and another, a spot on her chest “arrow” and finally, to an unnatural bend in her tail “avalanche”
"She's been through the ringer... how long have you been her patron?"
“I’m not sure… A few years? Time’s hard to keep track of when you’re dead.”
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*I am back from the bog once more! Does anyone wish to rp for a little while?*
*Yeah totally if you want to. Who would you like?*
*I would say either Merabelle or Tim- your choice.*
*Okay. Here you go my friend.*
Tim is sitting in a hill, looking to the night sky, the glittering stars above as his body thrums with magical power, the cracks spreading to the point where they look like veins of magic breaking through his skin.
Omori sits at the base of said hill, also stargazing. The only real indication she's there that Tim can notice is the occasional rustling of paper as she looks between her star charts and the night sky.
He looks over to them for a moment, but too meek to interact he seems to just be staring at where she is, his eyes seeming to change color to magically see them, looking to the night sky as wellz
After a while, Omori notices him and looks back- two yellow eyes shining out of the dark. "Oh, hello there." She says, curiously watching him back.
His own eyes shift to the same color, a perfect reflection of theirs unbeknownst to him “H-hello. I’m Tim.” He meekly waves a hand, smiling softly at them.
"Nice to meet ya, Tim." She responds, moving a tiny bit closer. "I'm Omori."
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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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*I want Felix to talk to KK. Not certain about the other, Dealer's Choice for Franz.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Of course sir.*
John Dungeon is drinking in the bar, his sword sitting nearby as he looks into the middle distance.
Tim is still sitting on the hill he was on before, watching the night sky, his skin cracked, revealing what appear to be magical veins underneath.
He looks over to them for a moment, but too meek to interact he seems to just be staring at where she is, his eyes seeming to change color to magically see them, looking to the night sky as wellz
Basil is walking around, reading a scroll, seemingly not even seeing Thane
Wind taps Evan a the shoulder "Hello!"
Lify walks over "How ya doin'?"
He notices a slight cyan glow somewhere
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Do you want to? Who might you like?*
*Okey dokey!*
KK is back at her studio, drawing designs to try and create something truly mind-shatteringly horrific. There is a large stack of papers next to her- designs she didn't think were frightening enough.
Helianth is rooted into the soil next to the Inn, absorbing sunlight.
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)
Felix waddles over and sits beside him. He's almost four feet tall now. "Aren't you one of Rio's friends?"
Franz walks over with three items: a sweater, a mug of hot chocolate, and a plush owlbear. "Hey, kiddo. What's the matter?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You need not make such places unavailable. I do not require a soft surface for sleep."
Riotan waves kindly.
Mauric is gathering up his things for his night shift.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Thane decides to become entirely silent and walk behind them, completely undetectable until he taps their shoulder.
Evan shoots up, once again concerned before seeing who it was “Oh hi.”
He looks up to her, smiling slightly drunkenly “I’m doing well.”
He drops from the tree, putting his mask back on and heading towards the glow.
After a while, Omori notices him and looks back- two yellow eyes shining out of the dark. "Oh, hello there." She says, curiously watching him back.
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)
There is a knock at the door.
Franz walks over, guitar in hand. "How you feeling, neighbor?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
His own eyes shift to the same color, a perfect reflection of theirs unbeknownst to him “H-hello. I’m Tim.” He meekly waves a hand, smiling softly at them.
Whoever is outside the studio can hear her walking over to the door, and after unlocking all the locks, KK opens the door slightly to see who it is.
The crooked sunflower looks back at him briefly. "I am simply well. And 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)
Basil is startled and quickly turns around clearly ready to either run or fight, before realizing it was Thane "Oh, hi"
Wind smiles "How ya doin'?"
Lify opens her arms a bit "That's good"
He sees a protogen with wires coming out of it, and a slightly glitching face: *Art link one, art link two (sorry this one is kinda bad)*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He looks down to them, raising an eyebrow “I am, he’s a… friend of mine I suppose.” He offers them a drink, moving his sword out of the way.
He looks up to them, his knees pressed against his chest as he looks slightly confused “N-nothing…” He says, obviously lying.
“I’m not sure… A few years? Time’s hard to keep track of when you’re dead.”
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Nice to meet ya, Tim." She responds, moving a tiny bit closer. "I'm Omori."
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)