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
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
She watches them as well, walking over to beside him and wrapping two arms around his shoulders. "It's going to be incredible." She responds with a similarly bright smile. She also has that madness in her eyes as she watches the many-armed horrors skitter away into the twisting alleys and paths of the Fair.
"Of course, I'd love to." It responds, setting its game of solitaire aside to make room for the other card game.
She also stands up, brushing some dirt off of her pants. "I haven't heard much about monster hunting. What's it like?" She asks, tiredly slinging her shovel over her shoulder.
He leans against them slightly, sighing joyfully "Life is amazing these days... it really is like our love is something out of a romance novel isn't it? Like someone's writing our story." He says with a chuckle, "But it doesn't matter, as long as we are happy, they can keep writing all they want."
He reminds them how to play before beginning, setting out his cards for the game, giving them a deck of his own. (Good place to end?)
"It's thrillin' but definitely dangerous. Huntin' a monster takes endurance and speed more than anythin', especially because they're usually better than ya, I'm one of the only people who's ever tackle one into submission." He says with a bright smile, "Me uncle Rag taught me how."
She chuckles a bit as well, leaning a bit against him as well. "As long as we're happy, it doesn't really matter what the universe throws at us. We'll get through it all- together." *I'm tempted to cause them more despair... or should we just let the two be happy for now?*
(Good place to end. You want another of my characters (either Omori, or a time-split with one of the others)?
"Your uncle Rag sounds like he taught you well. Seems like it'd need a person to be on the move all the time- I'd probably be terrible at that." She says, dryly laughing.
*I think a combination of the both, throwing trouble their way but they are able to make it through it all by loving each other.* "By all the gods that was clique." He says with a laugh, giving her a kiss with a bright smile.
(Sure, I would love to have Omori, who would you want to have for them?)
"I mean, you don't have to always be on the move if you have someone with you, you could use a bowgun." He pulls out a bowgun from his backpack, as well as every type of ammo for it in massive quantities, putting all of it down "Or maybe you could use a Lance or Gunlance." He pulls both of those huge weapons out of his backpack "All an all, I'd love to go on a hunt with you sometime."
*Works with me! I look forward to all the chaos and carnage these two will get through with the power of love.* "I mean, if it's like a romance novel, I might as well lean into the tropes, right?" She responds, laughing as well and then kissing him back.
(It's been a while since Omori was with Merabelle- maybe her?) Omori is in the woods, beginning to carve open the carcass of a deer she just killed- she's getting almost worryingly good at it.
Her expression gradually shifts to one of utter surprise as he produces all the assorted giant weaponry from the backpack. "How do you carry all of that at once? Is the backpack magic or something?" She asks, looking at all the weapons- she seems slightly more intrigued by the Gunlance than the others.
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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)
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
*Works with me! I look forward to all the chaos and carnage these two will get through with the power of love.* "I mean, if it's like a romance novel, I might as well lean into the tropes, right?" She responds, laughing as well and then kissing him back.
(It's been a while since Omori was with Merabelle- maybe her?) Omori is in the woods, beginning to carve open the carcass of a deer she just killed- she's getting almost worryingly good at it.
Her expression gradually shifts to one of utter surprise as he produces all the assorted giant weaponry from the backpack. "How do you carry all of that at once? Is the backpack magic or something?" She asks, looking at all the weapons- she seems slightly more intrigued by the Gunlance than the others.
He can't help but smile at that as he picks them up to make the kiss easier, once it's over he puts her back down. He takes off his sunglasses, placing them on the top of his head "I wonder what the books would be called." He says with a bemused chuckle.
Merabelle was watching from the forest, only revealing herself once the job was done, smiling at them "Nice job sweetheart, ya don't even need my help no more."
He notices, passing them the huge lance, as well as the shield and ammo for the weapon "Nope, I just got a sort it all together right and carry it around everywhere I go." He holds up an arm, flexing to show that his muscles are immensely refined "Took a while to be able to run with them at my top speed."
"how about a narrower range" he says with a sly smile, the pseudo dragon on his shoulder crawling to the other one
They chuckle, one of their lanky arms snapping and extending as it reaches into the backpack, skin stretching before pulling out a pseudo dragon identical to his, in the palm of his hand "Anything you could ever want."
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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.'
"how about a narrower range" he says with a sly smile, the pseudo dragon on his shoulder crawling to the other one
They chuckle, one of their lanky arms snapping and extending as it reaches into the backpack, skin stretching before pulling out a pseudo dragon identical to his, in the palm of his hand "Anything you could ever want."
The pseudo dragon hisses at the one he pulled out, before being shushed by the young man, "Apologies, she can get jealous when the idea of another familiar is brought into question"
"how about a narrower range" he says with a sly smile, the pseudo dragon on his shoulder crawling to the other one
They chuckle, one of their lanky arms snapping and extending as it reaches into the backpack, skin stretching before pulling out a pseudo dragon identical to his, in the palm of his hand "Anything you could ever want."
The pseudo dragon hisses at the one he pulled out, before being shushed by the young man, "Apologies, she can get jealous when the idea of another familiar is brought into question"
It cackles with mad laughter before tossing the mirror dragon at the original, and it seems to seep into their very being "Oh but of course, I wouldn't want that familiar of yours to think it would ever be replaced, which is quite the insecure thought."
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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.'
"how about a narrower range" he says with a sly smile, the pseudo dragon on his shoulder crawling to the other one
They chuckle, one of their lanky arms snapping and extending as it reaches into the backpack, skin stretching before pulling out a pseudo dragon identical to his, in the palm of his hand "Anything you could ever want."
The pseudo dragon hisses at the one he pulled out, before being shushed by the young man, "Apologies, she can get jealous when the idea of another familiar is brought into question"
It cackles with mad laughter before tossing the mirror dragon at the original, and it seems to seep into their very being "Oh but of course, I wouldn't want that familiar of yours to think it would ever be replaced, which is quite the insecure thought."
He looks at this curiously, "Hm, interesting. No i'd never replace her," he says, lightly scratching the dragons chin
*Works with me! I look forward to all the chaos and carnage these two will get through with the power of love.* "I mean, if it's like a romance novel, I might as well lean into the tropes, right?" She responds, laughing as well and then kissing him back.
(It's been a while since Omori was with Merabelle- maybe her?) Omori is in the woods, beginning to carve open the carcass of a deer she just killed- she's getting almost worryingly good at it.
Her expression gradually shifts to one of utter surprise as he produces all the assorted giant weaponry from the backpack. "How do you carry all of that at once? Is the backpack magic or something?" She asks, looking at all the weapons- she seems slightly more intrigued by the Gunlance than the others.
He can't help but smile at that as he picks them up to make the kiss easier, once it's over he puts her back down. He takes off his sunglasses, placing them on the top of his head.
Merabelle was watching from the forest, only revealing herself once the job was done, smiling at them "Nice job sweetheart, ya don't even need my help no more."
He notices, passing them the huge lance, as well as the shield and ammo for the weapon "Nope, I just got a sort it all together right and carry it around everywhere I do." He holds up an arm, flexing to show that his muscles are immensely refined "Took a while to be able to run with them at my top speed."
Once he sets her down, she walks over to a bench beside the main walking path of the Fair, sitting down and looking up at the lightless, nightmarish sky overhead.
She looks up from the carcass at her, a wide toothy grin on her face. "Thanks! It was kinda tricky hunting one on my own- I think it kicked me at one point- but it worked out in the end." She says while continuing to cut it open, eventually prying open the dead deer with a sickening snap of bone and retrieving its heart.
She takes the offered equipment, though she struggles a bit to carry it all at once. "How do all these things fit in there?" She asks, gesturing to the backpack. "Do they collapse or fold themselves when you're not using them to fight monsters?" She looks at the bizarre equipment with interest, trying to figure out how exactly the Gunlance works.
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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)
*Trying to develop pig religion. Might be a mix of Day of the Dead and Mardi Gras type stuff, honoring the dead and celebrating the living with meat and booze.*
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
(how are you)
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
(hello)
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
*Henlo :3*
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.
*Works with me! I look forward to all the chaos and carnage these two will get through with the power of love.* "I mean, if it's like a romance novel, I might as well lean into the tropes, right?" She responds, laughing as well and then kissing him back.
(It's been a while since Omori was with Merabelle- maybe her?) Omori is in the woods, beginning to carve open the carcass of a deer she just killed- she's getting almost worryingly good at it.
Her expression gradually shifts to one of utter surprise as he produces all the assorted giant weaponry from the backpack. "How do you carry all of that at once? Is the backpack magic or something?" She asks, looking at all the weapons- she seems slightly more intrigued by the Gunlance than the others.
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)
(Went to the dentist. so i'm oki)
(sorry to hear that)
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
He can't help but smile at that as he picks them up to make the kiss easier, once it's over he puts her back down. He takes off his sunglasses, placing them on the top of his head "I wonder what the books would be called." He says with a bemused chuckle.
Merabelle was watching from the forest, only revealing herself once the job was done, smiling at them "Nice job sweetheart, ya don't even need my help no more."
He notices, passing them the huge lance, as well as the shield and ammo for the weapon "Nope, I just got a sort it all together right and carry it around everywhere I go." He holds up an arm, flexing to show that his muscles are immensely refined "Took a while to be able to run with them at my top speed."
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.)
"Everything you could ever want, and the first purchase is free."
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.)
"how about a narrower range" he says with a sly smile, the pseudo dragon on his shoulder crawling to the other one
They chuckle, one of their lanky arms snapping and extending as it reaches into the backpack, skin stretching before pulling out a pseudo dragon identical to his, in the palm of his hand "Anything you could ever want."
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 pseudo dragon hisses at the one he pulled out, before being shushed by the young man, "Apologies, she can get jealous when the idea of another familiar is brought into question"
It cackles with mad laughter before tossing the mirror dragon at the original, and it seems to seep into their very being "Oh but of course, I wouldn't want that familiar of yours to think it would ever be replaced, which is quite the insecure thought."
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.)
He looks at this curiously, "Hm, interesting. No i'd never replace her," he says, lightly scratching the dragons chin
Once he sets her down, she walks over to a bench beside the main walking path of the Fair, sitting down and looking up at the lightless, nightmarish sky overhead.
She looks up from the carcass at her, a wide toothy grin on her face. "Thanks! It was kinda tricky hunting one on my own- I think it kicked me at one point- but it worked out in the end." She says while continuing to cut it open, eventually prying open the dead deer with a sickening snap of bone and retrieving its heart.
She takes the offered equipment, though she struggles a bit to carry it all at once. "How do all these things fit in there?" She asks, gesturing to the backpack. "Do they collapse or fold themselves when you're not using them to fight monsters?" She looks at the bizarre equipment with interest, trying to figure out how exactly the Gunlance works.
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)
*Trying to develop pig religion. Might be a mix of Day of the Dead and Mardi Gras type stuff, honoring the dead and celebrating the living with meat and booze.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hah, gey*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(hello again)
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
*HOW STRANGE, HOW PECULIAR!*
*OH WAIT! IT'S EXACTLY AS I EXPECTED!*
*(Evil villain laugh as I spin around in my giant steampunk tripod walker monstrosity)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels