“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?)
*Yes; envy; ravenlike aarakocra with four arms, fifteen-foot-wide wings, constantly bloodshot eyes, and two warhammers.*
"Could you, like, stop singing for a little bit? It's so, so annoying." She croaks.
“If you insist. It’s… good… to see you again.” She says, in a less singsongy manner. She gets up and takes a few steps to Malafasa, leaning on her umbrella.
"Is it? Of course not. What reason do you have to care?"
She sighs. “I was trying to be pleasant, but now I remember that doesn’t work all too well. I’m going to keep singing now, since this isn’t a very particularly enjoyable conversation. alright?”
"Wait!" Mala sighs too. "Alright, I'm... sorry. But... do you have our mission? Have they given you the actual directive? 'Cause we're all out here with no info, and if we have to just sit here and let awful things happen to us with no communication, I'm gonna get real pissed."
“Blegh… I wasn’t told anything either. Are the others here?”
*y'all ever just devolve mentally and emotionally to the point where you stare at the ceiling for three hours listening to the buzz of the florescent lights?*
*also sins? I am so curious, can I possibly join if that's an option*
“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.
“It goes on, and on, and never ends…” she sings. She turns her head to Omori, and lets out a little, unnatural chuckle. “Ha-Ha. Hello.”
She turns to face Mary-Anne as well, a small, sharp-toothed smile on her face. "Hello." She responds, waving to her.
She waves back at Omori. “Nice to meet you! Did you like my song?”
"Nice to meet ya too!" She replies. "It's a very beautiful song. Almost reminded me of something, but that's beside the point."
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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.
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.
“It goes on, and on, and never ends…” she sings. She turns her head to Omori, and lets out a little, unnatural chuckle. “Ha-Ha. Hello.”
She turns to face Mary-Anne as well, a small, sharp-toothed smile on her face. "Hello." She responds, waving to her.
She waves back at Omori. “Nice to meet you! Did you like my song?”
"Nice to meet ya too!" She replies. "It's a very beautiful song. Almost reminded me of something, but that's beside the point."
“Oh, what did it remind you of? What did It make you feel?” She says, curious.
“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?)
*Yes; envy; ravenlike aarakocra with four arms, fifteen-foot-wide wings, constantly bloodshot eyes, and two warhammers.*
"Could you, like, stop singing for a little bit? It's so, so annoying." She croaks.
“If you insist. It’s… good… to see you again.” She says, in a less singsongy manner. She gets up and takes a few steps to Malafasa, leaning on her umbrella.
"Is it? Of course not. What reason do you have to care?"
She sighs. “I was trying to be pleasant, but now I remember that doesn’t work all too well. I’m going to keep singing now, since this isn’t a very particularly enjoyable conversation. alright?”
"Wait!" Mala sighs too. "Alright, I'm... sorry. But... do you have our mission? Have they given you the actual directive? 'Cause we're all out here with no info, and if we have to just sit here and let awful things happen to us with no communication, I'm gonna get real pissed."
“Blegh… I wasn’t told anything either. Are the others here?”
"More or less, yeah..."
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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.
“It goes on, and on, and never ends…” she sings. She turns her head to Omori, and lets out a little, unnatural chuckle. “Ha-Ha. Hello.”
She turns to face Mary-Anne as well, a small, sharp-toothed smile on her face. "Hello." She responds, waving to her.
She waves back at Omori. “Nice to meet you! Did you like my song?”
"Nice to meet ya too!" She replies. "It's a very beautiful song. Almost reminded me of something, but that's beside the point."
“Oh, what did it remind you of? What did It make you feel?” She says, curious.
She thinks for a moment, finding the words. "...Nostalgia, I think. A bit of... longing, too? For what, I don't know."
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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.
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.
“It goes on, and on, and never ends…” she sings. She turns her head to Omori, and lets out a little, unnatural chuckle. “Ha-Ha. Hello.”
She turns to face Mary-Anne as well, a small, sharp-toothed smile on her face. "Hello." She responds, waving to her.
She waves back at Omori. “Nice to meet you! Did you like my song?”
"Nice to meet ya too!" She replies. "It's a very beautiful song. Almost reminded me of something, but that's beside the point."
“Oh, what did it remind you of? What did It make you feel?” She says, curious.
She thinks for a moment, finding the words. "...Nostalgia, I think. A bit of... longing, too? For what, I don't know."
“How interesting… i don’t think I know what those things feel like anymore.”
“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.
“It goes on, and on, and never ends…” she sings. She turns her head to Omori, and lets out a little, unnatural chuckle. “Ha-Ha. Hello.”
She turns to face Mary-Anne as well, a small, sharp-toothed smile on her face. "Hello." She responds, waving to her.
She waves back at Omori. “Nice to meet you! Did you like my song?”
"Nice to meet ya too!" She replies. "It's a very beautiful song. Almost reminded me of something, but that's beside the point."
“Oh, what did it remind you of? What did It make you feel?” She says, curious.
She thinks for a moment, finding the words. "...Nostalgia, I think. A bit of... longing, too? For what, I don't know."
“How interesting… i don’t think I know what those things feel like anymore.”
"Really?" She asks, seeming curious. "If I may ask, what happened?"
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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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“Blegh… I wasn’t told anything either. Are the others here?”
*yea, the buzz is nice, melts the bad thoughts*
*What sins are open?*
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.
"Nice to meet ya too!" She replies. "It's a very beautiful song. Almost reminded me of something, but that's beside the point."
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)
"Whatcha need that for?"
"Alright. Lemme get my measuring tape." She begins rummaging amid her toolbox.
Riotan moves to above her, holding her arms down and continuing the chant.
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, what did it remind you of? What did It make you feel?” She says, curious.
"Fish." He shrugs and hauls it outside.
He holds Clover in his hands like a burger.
She thrashes violently, baring sharp teeth as he body turns monstrous.
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
*None of them, sorry. I might get rid of my Sloth character though so maybe.*
*aaalright sooo who are all of the sins*
*I know Tengen, Malafasa, Mary-Anne, and I forgot the rest of them :>*
"Teralith"
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.
*Ima head out, might be back in an hour or two, love yall.*
"More or less, yeah..."
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*ah*
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.
She thinks for a moment, finding the words. "...Nostalgia, I think. A bit of... longing, too? For what, I don't know."
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)
*bye*
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.
*Farewell, friend! Until we meet again!*
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)
“How interesting… i don’t think I know what those things feel like anymore.”
*GTG*
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.
"Really?" She asks, seeming curious. "If I may ask, what happened?"
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)