Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Good morning, my lovely paradoxes! How doth thee fare?*
*im okay. Today is canonically Therens birthday :D *
*Happy birthday to them! Good to hear you're doing well. Would thou like to rp?*
*I'd love to! Heres who i have*
Leo is working on some of his wedding plans while sipping some coffee.
Theren is downstairs making his own cake for his birthday, preparing to spend it alone.
Pheonix is sitting in the library with his hands covering his face. He looks exhausted.
Helianth is also in the library, reading several books about stars. Despite being constantly smoldering with white-hot flames, it doesn't seem to burn anything it touches.
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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)
*Good morning, my lovely paradoxes! How doth thee fare?*
*im okay. Today is canonically Therens birthday :D *
*Happy birthday to them! Good to hear you're doing well. Would thou like to rp?*
*I'd love to! Heres who i have*
Leo is working on some of his wedding plans while sipping some coffee.
Theren is downstairs making his own cake for his birthday, preparing to spend it alone.
Pheonix is sitting in the library with his hands covering his face. He looks exhausted.
Helianth is also in the library, reading several books about stars. Despite being constantly smoldering with white-hot flames, it doesn't seem to burn anything it touches.
Phoenix looks over at them groggily
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Good morning, my lovely paradoxes! How doth thee fare?*
*im okay. Today is canonically Therens birthday :D *
*Happy birthday to them! Good to hear you're doing well. Would thou like to rp?*
*I'd love to! Heres who i have*
Leo is working on some of his wedding plans while sipping some coffee.
Theren is downstairs making his own cake for his birthday, preparing to spend it alone.
Pheonix is sitting in the library with his hands covering his face. He looks exhausted.
Helianth is also in the library, reading several books about stars. Despite being constantly smoldering with white-hot flames, it doesn't seem to burn anything it touches.
Phoenix looks over at them groggily
One of its heads turns to face him, the rest still scanning their respective tomes. "Hello there." It rasps.
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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)
Omori is wandering around the Roundtable facility, trying to learn how exactly things work here.
Helianth is at the library, reading several books about other stars. Despite crackling with white-hot fire, it doesn't burn anything it touches.
They find some people speaking, but for some reason, she can't understand a word they're saying as they work in the lab. Top accompanies her so she isn't murdered by anyone.
Tim decides to come with them, still glowing with that strange golden radiance from when he consumed a bit of the star.
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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.'
(does anyone want to rp)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Happy birthday to them! Good to hear you're doing well. Would thou like to rp?*
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'd love to! Heres who i have*
Leo is working on some of his wedding plans while sipping some coffee.
Theren is downstairs making his own cake for his birthday, preparing to spend it alone.
Pheonix is sitting in the library with his hands covering his face. He looks exhausted.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(you want to rp Theren?)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
She gets back up, grabbing the dried out plans and sitting down next to them.
She leans down, "Theren, ya can be honest. I didn't want to hurt ya with this, I'll wash it all off." She begins to walk off to get some water.
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.)
Leo looks stunned as he stares at her.
He grabs her arm. "Please don't."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She looks at them, "What, honey?" She asks, curious.
She stops, turning back to them, "Okay, I won't. Happy Birthday Theren."
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 would love to! You want to continue a past interaction, or start a new one?*
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 sputters out a few uncomprehensible noises.
He gives her a quick hug. "Thank you."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Once again, that is up to you, either way I am entirely content.*
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 am bat[GP] insane. I bought a slushie in the middle of the weather alert at 24 degrees.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Helianth is also in the library, reading several books about stars. Despite being constantly smoldering with white-hot flames, it doesn't seem to burn anything it touches.
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)
She puts her hands on the sides of their face, "Honey, I don't know what that means."
She hugs them back, "Ya deserve it. Where's yer family?"
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.)
*But slushies are so goooooood*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Phoenix looks over at them groggily
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Alrighty! Here ya go!*
Omori is wandering around the Roundtable facility, trying to learn how exactly things work here.
Helianth is at the library, reading several books about other stars. Despite crackling with white-hot fire, it doesn't burn anything it touches.
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)
"Pretty..."
"I...uhm...they couldn't make it..."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She smiles softly, "And you're handsome."
She puts her hands on her hips "How 'bout ya tell the truth this time? Cause I don't believe ya."
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.)
One of its heads turns to face him, the rest still scanning their respective tomes. "Hello there." It rasps.
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)
They find some people speaking, but for some reason, she can't understand a word they're saying as they work in the lab. Top accompanies her so she isn't murdered by anyone.
Tim decides to come with them, still glowing with that strange golden radiance from when he consumed a bit of the star.
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.)