"I see... the concept looks lovely already." She starts, genuinely happy. "I can help you make it, if you'd like. I know we've been mostly making things from my designs: I'd be more than happy to see one of your own come to life- in both senses, I mean."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to help." It says, seeing his worry and trying to sound comforting. "First, let's get rid of the stitching on your mouth. Can you hold still for a moment?" It adds.
*Oh yeah, forgot to ask, do you want to finish the rp on Smorg?*
He looks up from the journal, sticking the pencil into his mouth and chewing on it a bit "Oh think nothing of this little idea. It isn't even fully developed anyway. I just... wanted to make this little idea if I ever... nevermind." He shakes his head "I would be happy to have you help if you want to."
He slowly nods again, uncurling himself to look up, closing his eyes and facing straight up. He holds one of their vines in anticipation for them to remove the stitches, shaking slightly from it all, the nerves affecting them immsensely.
"Whenever you're finished with the idea, let me know, and we can work on it together." She responds, pausing a moment. "If I may ask, what were you about to say? If you ever...?" She asks, sounding genuinely curious.
The vine he's holding gently curls around their hand, being careful about its thorns. Helianth slowly cuts each of the stitches one by one as carefully as it can muster. After a few minutes, they are all cut, and a minute or so later, all the loose threads have been delicately removed.
He waves a hand dismissively "Just something a naive romantic would say. Nothing you should have to concern yourself with, some for later perhaps, unless you really want to know." He says, putting away his journal and pencil.
After the stitches are gone, he can open his mouth, but no sound comes out no matter what he tries, clinging to them greater as worry fills every fiber of his being.
"Well, now I really want to know what it was." She responds, a sort of half-smile on her face. "That is, if you want to tell. If not, that's fine."
"He'll pay for this." It mutters, holding onto him. "I promise, I'll fix this. And if he tries to hurt you again... I'll throw him into the sun."
He blushes, adjusting his robes "I just... In the small hypothetical you ever wanted to start a family... you know?" He says before swiftly beginning to walk back to the warehouse "I've got to... I can't think of an excuse." He speed walks as fast as he can.
He hugs them back tightly, looking up to them as they hear another person enter through the teleportation circle. Someone running towards them, and suddenly, Tony is there.
She is a little surprised, trying and failing to formulate a response before he leaves. She sits at her desk, thinking. "I suppose becoming a Nightmare Lord can wait a little while." She mutters to herself, a small smile on her face. *And scene!*
The crooked flower looks back over at Tony, seeming somewhat cautious and somewhat hopeful at the same time. It doesn't say anything though, focusing on comforting Tim.
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"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The crooked flower looks back over at Tony, seeming somewhat cautious and somewhat hopeful at the same time. It doesn't say anything though, focusing on comforting Tim.
He doesn't seem to notice, entirely focused on Tim. He leans down to Tim, who looks hopefully up at his brother as he whispers something into their ear, before Tim drops to the ground, unconscious. It must have been some kind of trigger. Tony puts them back on the medical bed "Okay. I think I fixed it."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The crooked flower looks back over at Tony, seeming somewhat cautious and somewhat hopeful at the same time. It doesn't say anything though, focusing on comforting Tim.
He doesn't seem to notice, entirely focused on Tim. He leans down to Tim, who looks hopefully up at his brother as he whispers something into their ear, before Tim drops to the ground, unconscious. It must have been some kind of trigger. Tony puts them back on the medical bed "Okay. I think I fixed it."
The abominable devourer of light watches in shock, before looking back at Tim. "What was that?" It asks.
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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)
The crooked flower looks back over at Tony, seeming somewhat cautious and somewhat hopeful at the same time. It doesn't say anything though, focusing on comforting Tim.
He doesn't seem to notice, entirely focused on Tim. He leans down to Tim, who looks hopefully up at his brother as he whispers something into their ear, before Tim drops to the ground, unconscious. It must have been some kind of trigger. Tony puts them back on the medical bed "Okay. I think I fixed it."
The abominable devourer of light watches in shock, before looking back at Tim. "What was that?" It asks.
Tony sighs "Dad was always a little controlling, when he turned us into constructs he had words that would make us do stuff, like stop talking, or go unconscious." He rubs his hair "He should be able to talk again when he wakes up."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The crooked flower looks back over at Tony, seeming somewhat cautious and somewhat hopeful at the same time. It doesn't say anything though, focusing on comforting Tim.
He doesn't seem to notice, entirely focused on Tim. He leans down to Tim, who looks hopefully up at his brother as he whispers something into their ear, before Tim drops to the ground, unconscious. It must have been some kind of trigger. Tony puts them back on the medical bed "Okay. I think I fixed it."
The abominable devourer of light watches in shock, before looking back at Tim. "What was that?" It asks.
Tony sighs "Dad was always a little controlling, when he turned us into constructs he had words that would make us do stuff, like stop talking, or go unconscious." He rubs his hair "He should be able to talk again when he wakes up."
"Here's hoping that works." It responds. "Do you know where he is? I have some choice words for him."
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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)
The crooked flower looks back over at Tony, seeming somewhat cautious and somewhat hopeful at the same time. It doesn't say anything though, focusing on comforting Tim.
He doesn't seem to notice, entirely focused on Tim. He leans down to Tim, who looks hopefully up at his brother as he whispers something into their ear, before Tim drops to the ground, unconscious. It must have been some kind of trigger. Tony puts them back on the medical bed "Okay. I think I fixed it."
The abominable devourer of light watches in shock, before looking back at Tim. "What was that?" It asks.
Tony sighs "Dad was always a little controlling, when he turned us into constructs he had words that would make us do stuff, like stop talking, or go unconscious." He rubs his hair "He should be able to talk again when he wakes up."
"Here's hoping that works." It responds. "Do you know where he is? I have some choice words for him."
"I would tell you, but I wouldn't want you to end up killing my father." He says with a sigh, rubbing his eyes "I'm sorry he's this way."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
The crooked flower looks back over at Tony, seeming somewhat cautious and somewhat hopeful at the same time. It doesn't say anything though, focusing on comforting Tim.
He doesn't seem to notice, entirely focused on Tim. He leans down to Tim, who looks hopefully up at his brother as he whispers something into their ear, before Tim drops to the ground, unconscious. It must have been some kind of trigger. Tony puts them back on the medical bed "Okay. I think I fixed it."
The abominable devourer of light watches in shock, before looking back at Tim. "What was that?" It asks.
Tony sighs "Dad was always a little controlling, when he turned us into constructs he had words that would make us do stuff, like stop talking, or go unconscious." He rubs his hair "He should be able to talk again when he wakes up."
"Here's hoping that works." It responds. "Do you know where he is? I have some choice words for him."
"I would tell you, but I wouldn't want you to end up killing my father." He says with a sigh, rubbing his eyes "I'm sorry he's this way."
It is silent for a long while, before eventually making up its mind. "I won't kill him. Perhaps maim in defense of myself or you two, but nothing more than that. You have my word."
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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)
It is silent for a long while, before eventually making up its mind. "I won't kill him. Perhaps maim in defense of myself or you two, but nothing more than that. You have my word."
"I unfortunately cannot tell you where he is, but if you want to go find him yourself at some point. Do it later, he would expect you to come after him today, but not a few days from now. Outsmart him, please."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
It is silent for a long while, before eventually making up its mind. "I won't kill him. Perhaps maim in defense of myself or you two, but nothing more than that. You have my word."
"I unfortunately cannot tell you where he is, but if you want to go find him yourself at some point. Do it later, he would expect you to come after him today, but not a few days from now. Outsmart him, please."
"Understood. I wasn't planning on confronting him until I had absorbed a star- to ensure I'm not in any real danger." It replies, as if it had always been planning to track him down.
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"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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The kid waves and runs over to hug them.
"Hello Wind!" They push themselves up, smiling at them.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
Basil pats the kid on the head "Hello"
Wind walks over, smiling at Evan
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.
She is a little surprised, trying and failing to formulate a response before he leaves. She sits at her desk, thinking. "I suppose becoming a Nightmare Lord can wait a little while." She mutters to herself, a small smile on her face. *And scene!*
The crooked flower looks back over at Tony, seeming somewhat cautious and somewhat hopeful at the same time. It doesn't say anything though, focusing on comforting Tim.
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 doesn't seem to notice, entirely focused on Tim. He leans down to Tim, who looks hopefully up at his brother as he whispers something into their ear, before Tim drops to the ground, unconscious. It must have been some kind of trigger. Tony puts them back on the medical bed "Okay. I think I fixed it."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Hello uncle Basil." He smile up at them.
"How are you doing Wind? It's been a little bit."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
The abominable devourer of light watches in shock, before looking back at Tim. "What was that?" It asks.
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 are ya doin', kid?" Basil smiles at the kid
"Good! You?"
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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.
Tony sighs "Dad was always a little controlling, when he turned us into constructs he had words that would make us do stuff, like stop talking, or go unconscious." He rubs his hair "He should be able to talk again when he wakes up."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I'm doing good, Dad is teaching me how to shoot stuff out my mouth. Can you do that?"
"I've been doing good."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Yep. I saw you; you're so good at that!"
Wind stretches "Anyways, wanna cause some chaos?"
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.
"Here's hoping that works." It responds. "Do you know where he is? I have some choice words for him."
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 would tell you, but I wouldn't want you to end up killing my father." He says with a sigh, rubbing his eyes "I'm sorry he's this way."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Yeah! Dad says I need more practice though." He runs back over to Thane, who smiles at them both.
He cracks his back, snapping his fingers, his skirt and a tiara appearing on him "Always."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*cut with Jester*
Basil walks over to Thane
"Okay. I found these twenty random potions." Wind smiles
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.
It is silent for a long while, before eventually making up its mind. "I won't kill him. Perhaps maim in defense of myself or you two, but nothing more than that. You have my word."
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)
Thane nods "Hello Basil. Doing well?"
His eyes widen "That sounds cool, what're we going to do with them?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I unfortunately cannot tell you where he is, but if you want to go find him yourself at some point. Do it later, he would expect you to come after him today, but not a few days from now. Outsmart him, please."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Yeah. Are you?" Basil stretches
"Well, we could drink them, throw them at a random tree, or something else!" Wind seems very happy about the chaos that is about to ensue
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.
He nods, looking down to his child "They make every day better."
"How about we alternate between drinking them and throwing them?" He holds out a hand for one of the random potions to drink it. Random roll:1
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Understood. I wasn't planning on confronting him until I had absorbed a star- to ensure I'm not in any real danger." It replies, as if it had always been planning to track him down.
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)