He sighs in relief and cuddles a bit closer. "I love you, Helianth. I'm so glad you're happy."
"I love you too, Felix." It responds, trying to move some of its roots to hold him, but not being able to.
"I already have some plans on how to free you. Maybe we could incorporate the ship into you permanently, so you'd be able to travel the stars on your own."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sighs in relief and cuddles a bit closer. "I love you, Helianth. I'm so glad you're happy."
"I love you too, Felix." It responds, trying to move some of its roots to hold him, but not being able to.
"I already have some plans on how to free you. Maybe we could incorporate the ship into you permanently, so you'd be able to travel the stars on your own."
"...I think I'd like to be cut free from the ship, actually. If that's possible." It says. "I'd hate to go back to being rooted in one place forever. Can you help me with that?"
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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)
He sighs in relief and cuddles a bit closer. "I love you, Helianth. I'm so glad you're happy."
"I love you too, Felix." It responds, trying to move some of its roots to hold him, but not being able to.
"I already have some plans on how to free you. Maybe we could incorporate the ship into you permanently, so you'd be able to travel the stars on your own."
"...I think I'd like to be cut free from the ship, actually. If that's possible." It says. "I'd hate to go back to being rooted in one place forever. Can you help me with that?"
He nods, looking around for a knife, grabbing one on the nearby medical table before beginning to slowly and arduously cut them free of the ship itself with the small knife “Being a god… sounds really cool…”
*in the new 2v8 for dead by daylight I somehow have migrated to The Legion despite them being the most horrible killers because it allows me to go zooooooom*
*Did they change their power at all, or do survivors still spend the entire match injured?*
*Same as always but now with more annoyance.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Merabelle is painting in her cave, thinking about how much it would cost to open an orphanage, humming a song to herself as she paints the idea.
Grimes is sitting alone in the Inn, drawing in another book he’s going to gift to The Herald, thinking about the idea of getting married soon, if ever.
Rag is working in Samaritan’s restaurant. He hasn’t been working as much recently, and he’s trying to make up for all that missed work now.
*I'd love to rp with you, if you wish! Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
*Uhhh I suppose Healenth? (I know I spelled that wrong, I am so sorry) And KK*
*Sure thing! Here ya go!*
There is an odd presence around the teleportation circle outside the Inn. Something powerful is on the other side.
KK is stitching together more Mannequins, incorporating wiring and speakers taken from radio systems into their designs in an attempt to allow them to speak.
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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 already have some plans on how to free you. Maybe we could incorporate the ship into you permanently, so you'd be able to travel the stars on your own."
"...I think I'd like to be cut free from the ship, actually. If that's possible." It says. "I'd hate to go back to being rooted in one place forever. Can you help me with that?"
"That makes sense. I'd have to get a surgeon, a machinist, and an occultist out here. And probably a botanist."
He sighs in relief and cuddles a bit closer. "I love you, Helianth. I'm so glad you're happy."
"I love you too, Felix." It responds, trying to move some of its roots to hold him, but not being able to.
"I already have some plans on how to free you. Maybe we could incorporate the ship into you permanently, so you'd be able to travel the stars on your own."
"...I think I'd like to be cut free from the ship, actually. If that's possible." It says. "I'd hate to go back to being rooted in one place forever. Can you help me with that?"
He nods, looking around for a knife, grabbing one on the nearby medical table before beginning to slowly and arduously cut them free of the ship itself with the small knife “Being a god… sounds really cool…”
It's a herculean task to try and separate this sprawling Elder Evil from the walls it has grown into. The small knife has some difficulty sawing through the films of flesh that connect the two- let alone the occasional spots of metal plating-, and it has spread throughout the entire Spelljammer like a horrific and powerful slime mold. He does make steady, albeit painfully slow, progress.
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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)
Merabelle is painting in her cave, thinking about how much it would cost to open an orphanage, humming a song to herself as she paints the idea.
Grimes is sitting alone in the Inn, drawing in another book he’s going to gift to The Herald, thinking about the idea of getting married soon, if ever.
Rag is working in Samaritan’s restaurant. He hasn’t been working as much recently, and he’s trying to make up for all that missed work now.
Edwin appears in the door holding a bouquet of horseshoe roses and a box of chocolates.
Herald appears behind him, grinning happily. He produces a number of things from his cloak. A heart shaped set of buttons for Grimes coat, a new scope for his rifle, and a box of chocolates.
Samaritan walks in and waves to him "Oi, heard you got a girl. Why not take the time off huh? It's Valentines after all."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I'd love to rp with you, if you wish! Any particular character(s) you'd like?*
*Uhhh I suppose Healenth? (I know I spelled that wrong, I am so sorry) And KK*
*Sure thing! Here ya go!*
There is an odd presence around the teleportation circle outside the Inn. Something powerful is on the other side.
KK is stitching together more Mannequins, incorporating wiring and speakers taken from radio systems into their designs in an attempt to allow them to speak.
Thorne appears beside it, magically appearing in a cloud of mist. The inspector looks around, his eyes narrowing at the sight.
Stroth appears and grins madly "KK~" he says in a sing-songy voice.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Merabelle is painting in her cave, thinking about how much it would cost to open an orphanage, humming a song to herself as she paints the idea.
Grimes is sitting alone in the Inn, drawing in another book he’s going to gift to The Herald, thinking about the idea of getting married soon, if ever.
Rag is working in Samaritan’s restaurant. He hasn’t been working as much recently, and he’s trying to make up for all that missed work now.
Edwin appears in the door holding a bouquet of horseshoe roses and a box of chocolates.
Herald appears behind him, grinning happily. He produces a number of things from his cloak. A heart shaped set of buttons for Grimes coat, a new scope for his rifle, and a box of chocolates.
Samaritan walks in and waves to him "Oi, heard you got a girl. Why not take the time off huh? It's Valentines after all."
Merabelle turns to look at them, gasping as she remembers what day it is. She stands up and runs over, giving them a crushing hug.
He looks up from the book as see them and their numerous gifts, smiling at the sight of them. He holds up the book to them with the crudely drawn images inside, blushing “This is all I could get fer ya.”
He waves back to them as he washes dishes “I could say the same for you Samaritan. You’re going to have a husband real soon, you should be preparing and enjoying yourself. Do you even have a best man yet?”
"I already have some plans on how to free you. Maybe we could incorporate the ship into you permanently, so you'd be able to travel the stars on your own."
"...I think I'd like to be cut free from the ship, actually. If that's possible." It says. "I'd hate to go back to being rooted in one place forever. Can you help me with that?"
"That makes sense. I'd have to get a surgeon, a machinist, and an occultist out here. And probably a botanist."
"Good idea. I imagine such a task would require careful precision. I'm not sure if any cut-off parts of me will regenerate, and I'm not entirely sure it's worth it to test that."
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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)
He sighs in relief and cuddles a bit closer. "I love you, Helianth. I'm so glad you're happy."
"I love you too, Felix." It responds, trying to move some of its roots to hold him, but not being able to.
"I already have some plans on how to free you. Maybe we could incorporate the ship into you permanently, so you'd be able to travel the stars on your own."
"...I think I'd like to be cut free from the ship, actually. If that's possible." It says. "I'd hate to go back to being rooted in one place forever. Can you help me with that?"
He nods, looking around for a knife, grabbing one on the nearby medical table before beginning to slowly and arduously cut them free of the ship itself with the small knife “Being a god… sounds really cool…”
It's a herculean task to try and separate this sprawling Elder Evil from the walls it has grown into. The small knife has some difficulty sawing through the films of flesh that connect the two- let alone the occasional spots of metal plating-, and it has spread throughout the entire Spelljammer like a horrific and powerful slime mold. He does make steady, albeit painfully slow, progress.
He’s patient enough to keep trying, that is until the blade breaks from the strain. He closes his eyes, attempting to harness the power he knows he has at least a little bit of, and tries to repair the knife, in his efforts he accidentally improves the knife, infusing a large bit of power into it, shining with brilliant light.
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"I already have some plans on how to free you. Maybe we could incorporate the ship into you permanently, so you'd be able to travel the stars on your own."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I made a cute little jumping robot*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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 jumpy lil guy perhaps?*
*what did you name it?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
"...I think I'd like to be cut free from the ship, actually. If that's possible." It says. "I'd hate to go back to being rooted in one place forever. Can you help me with that?"
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)
Yep :3
R-@B!T
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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 around for a knife, grabbing one on the nearby medical table before beginning to slowly and arduously cut them free of the ship itself with the small knife “Being a god… sounds really cool…”
*Uhhh I suppose Healenth? (I know I spelled that wrong, I am so sorry) And KK*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Rag, Merabelle, and Grimes.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Same as always but now with more annoyance.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Of course.*
Merabelle is painting in her cave, thinking about how much it would cost to open an orphanage, humming a song to herself as she paints the idea.
Grimes is sitting alone in the Inn, drawing in another book he’s going to gift to The Herald, thinking about the idea of getting married soon, if ever.
Rag is working in Samaritan’s restaurant. He hasn’t been working as much recently, and he’s trying to make up for all that missed work now.
*Sure thing! Here ya go!*
There is an odd presence around the teleportation circle outside the Inn. Something powerful is on the other side.
KK is stitching together more Mannequins, incorporating wiring and speakers taken from radio systems into their designs in an attempt to allow them to speak.
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)
"That makes sense. I'd have to get a surgeon, a machinist, and an occultist out here. And probably a botanist."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It's a herculean task to try and separate this sprawling Elder Evil from the walls it has grown into. The small knife has some difficulty sawing through the films of flesh that connect the two- let alone the occasional spots of metal plating-, and it has spread throughout the entire Spelljammer like a horrific and powerful slime mold. He does make steady, albeit painfully slow, progress.
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)
Edwin appears in the door holding a bouquet of horseshoe roses and a box of chocolates.
Herald appears behind him, grinning happily. He produces a number of things from his cloak. A heart shaped set of buttons for Grimes coat, a new scope for his rifle, and a box of chocolates.
Samaritan walks in and waves to him "Oi, heard you got a girl. Why not take the time off huh? It's Valentines after all."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Thorne appears beside it, magically appearing in a cloud of mist. The inspector looks around, his eyes narrowing at the sight.
Stroth appears and grins madly "KK~" he says in a sing-songy voice.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*How many strugels would you like, sir?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Merabelle turns to look at them, gasping as she remembers what day it is. She stands up and runs over, giving them a crushing hug.
He looks up from the book as see them and their numerous gifts, smiling at the sight of them. He holds up the book to them with the crudely drawn images inside, blushing “This is all I could get fer ya.”
He waves back to them as he washes dishes “I could say the same for you Samaritan. You’re going to have a husband real soon, you should be preparing and enjoying yourself. Do you even have a best man yet?”
"Good idea. I imagine such a task would require careful precision. I'm not sure if any cut-off parts of me will regenerate, and I'm not entirely sure it's worth it to test that."
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’s patient enough to keep trying, that is until the blade breaks from the strain. He closes his eyes, attempting to harness the power he knows he has at least a little bit of, and tries to repair the knife, in his efforts he accidentally improves the knife, infusing a large bit of power into it, shining with brilliant light.