So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
“I know this dream of life is never ending. It goes round, and round, and round again… I know the sun will rise while descending, it goes on, and on, and never ends…”
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
“I know this dream of life is never ending. It goes round, and round, and round again… I know the sun will rise while descending, it goes on, and on, and never ends…”
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
“I know this dream of life is never ending. It goes round, and round, and round again… I know the sun will rise while descending, it goes on, and on, and never ends…”
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
Malafasa lands behind her, glowering.
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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 know this dream of life is never ending. It goes round, and round, and round again… I know the sun will rise while descending, it goes on, and on, and never ends…”
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
Omori is also sitting on the roof, pausing upon hearing her song. After a long while, the little shadow can be faintly heard humming to the tune.
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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)
“I know this dream of life is never ending. It goes round, and round, and round again… I know the sun will rise while descending, it goes on, and on, and never ends…”
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
Malafasa lands behind her, glowering.
Mary-Anne’s head turns 180 degrees, followed by the rest of her body, to face Malafasa. “Hello.”
(I haven’t been keeping track, is Malafasa one of the sins? And could I have a description?)
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“I’m Ragnerious, but most call me Rag, and who are you?”
"Hello. Just, kinda new here. Wanted to say hi"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
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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.
*I'm thinking about giving James more backstory "
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
*ooh, that might be nice. i like him a lot currently, but anything you add would be cool.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh, you have a character named James too? That’s cool, maybe you should, detailed characters are fun.*
(i'd be down to read it)
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Teralith" He streches
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
“I know this dream of life is never ending. It goes round, and round, and round again… I know the sun will rise while descending, it goes on, and on, and never ends…”
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
*i'm so sorry i missed this*
"Nothing. I simply saw no need to speak when silence sufficed."
Mala circles a little lower, now focusing her powerful vision on Saphuno.
Mauric takes out his glaive and slowly heads closer.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Not much of a talker are you?”
*He is just one dimensional from my perspective. An evil villain who works for only himself.
I want to work on more of why he acts this way, his relationship with his wife who is held captive by the Black Crown, and his business.*
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
*James is the sin of Pride.*
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 then I eagerly look forward to how you develop him!*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Mmm." They walk over to Rag "nope"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
*blp*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
a girl sits on the roof of the tavern. She stares blankly into the sky, her porcelain, ‘skin,’ shiny and white under the sun. She’s barely four and a half feet tall, with a veil covering her fake face. Her hands by her sides, you can see the joints and the wood beneath her skin. Her cheeks are painted rosy, her eyes a vibrant yellow. She wears a black dress, as if she were attending a funeral. She doesn’t breathe, but moves as if she were. By her side is a black umbrella. She sings the same little melody to herself, over and over, and over.
introducing Mary-Anne Beckett, the sin of Gluttony.
Malafasa lands behind her, glowering.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Oh, I forgot his name, my fault. I just have him as ‘Pride’ in my mind.*
Omori is also sitting on the roof, pausing upon hearing her song. After a long while, the little shadow can be faintly heard humming to the tune.
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)
Mary-Anne’s head turns 180 degrees, followed by the rest of her body, to face Malafasa. “Hello.”
(I haven’t been keeping track, is Malafasa one of the sins? And could I have a description?)