*who wants to meet some characters that get killed off in my stories before the stories even start?*
Outside, a strong, tan man with broad shoulders and a kind smile is feeding the sparrows
A genuine colossus of a man sits next to them, beginning to help with a massive handful of seeds, looking down at them and smiling softly.
"Thanks, friend!" he scatters some seed and laughs heartily
He laughs with them, looking down at them "Nice to meet you, who might you be?"
"My name's Jonah, Jonah Clemont!"
"Nice to meet you Jonah Clemont. You can call me Rag."
"Rag? That's a nice name"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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
"My real name's a bit longer. What brings you to town?"
"Just here to pick a few things up. Thought I'd stop and rest for a little"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"My real name's a bit longer. What brings you to town?"
"Just here to pick a few things up. Thought I'd stop and rest for a little"
"This is a good place to rest, I hope you find it as good as you hope to."
"It's nice. Before I go, I'll pick something up for my daughter, too"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
She seems a little worried. "Okay, but I don't think we should do it right now. I can tell you're exhausted." She responds. "We can do the ritual first thing tomorrow, once you've gotten your strength back, okay?"
It wraps its arms around him for a bit, hugging him back while being careful about the myriad thorns along its wretched form. "Yes, I'm free now. What say we have a look around Lord's Point? See what's changed since we were last there?"
She nods for a moment, blinking slowly. Omori begins to realize something bizarre, no matter where she looks, and what she tries to sense, Merabelle doesn't have a shadow anymore, "Tomorrow mornin', yer gonna get that shard outta ya."
He eventually pulls back, nodding before taking their 'hand' in one of his, he looks up at them, "This is going to be really cool, promise." He closes his eyes, and thinks of Lord's Point, and suddenly, not only is he there, the both of them are.
*Apologies for the delay*
She nods in agreement, before realizing this strange absence, and starting to connect the dots. "Mom, where is your shadow?" She asks in a serious tone.
When the two arrive at Lord's Point, it looks back at Tim in awe with its main 'flower' head, while all the others look all around the town and start taking in light- the rate that they consume the ambient light is far faster than what it has ever been, to such a degree that the air starts to grow colder around them. Frost forms on nearby surfaces. People notice the Elder Evil and begin to panic. "You're right, that was really cool. I take it you're growing more acclimated to your divine power?" It says to him, its voice cutting through the slowly increasing amount of panicked screaming.
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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
He looks over, then runs to her. "Woah! I didn't expect to see you here! Wait, you work at the Faceless Fair?! Awesome!"
The wooden demon looks over. "Hey, I used to be in charge of polishing and maintaining weaponry. Want some tips? Metaphorically, obviously." He shifts the sheathed swordspear on his back.
"Oh, hi Teddy! Yeah, I'm the person who designs and builds and repairs all the Mannequins and the other constructs here. I don't quite run the show- a lot of the Fair is run by my business partner, Podmorski- but I help keep things nice and horrifying." She explains, all while stitching an arm back onto the construct and pouring a ladle-full of blood into the gaps in its joints.
She looks up from her reading material over at him. "Oh, sure, I'd love some advice." She responds, a small smile on her face.
"Woah... all these guys are yours?" He seems even more awed than before. "They're so cool!"
"Okay, so what kind of weapons are we working with?" He scoots over. "I've worked with mortal, divine, and infernal weaponry in the past. Divine weaponry is some of the most complex there is, but mortal weaponry is more practical for drawn-out wars."
She chuckles a bit, a wide grin on her face as she finishes patching up the many-armed abomination and sending it to shamble off and terrify fair-goers once again. "Thanks! I tried to make each one unique in its design- over a hundred different flavors of fear." She responds. "You enjoying the Fair?"
She thinks for a bit. "Pretty sure it's mortal weaponry- the weapon I use is kinda an unconventional one, though. I think it was called a 'gun-lance' or something similar."
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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)
She nods in agreement, before realizing this strange absence, and starting to connect the dots. "Mom, where is your shadow?" She asks in a serious tone.
When the two arrive at Lord's Point, it looks back at Tim in awe with its main 'flower' head, while all the others look all around the town and start taking in light- the rate that they consume the ambient light is far faster than what it has ever been, to such a degree that the air starts to grow colder around them. Frost forms on nearby surfaces. People notice the Elder Evil and begin to panic. "You're right, that was really cool. I take it you're growing more acclimated to your divine power?" It says to him, its voice cutting through the slowly increasing amount of panicked screaming.
*It's good.*
She looks down at them with a bit of a sad expression, "Ya don't have ta worry 'bout that none, dear. It's where its got ta be, an' soon, I'll have it back." She says, sighing a little bit as she runs a hand through her own hair "It'll be okay, it'll be back tomorrow."
Tim looks at all the people around them that are screaming, and suddenly, as if to counteract the feat brought able by the Elder Evil, a wave of absolute calm and warmth covers the people, filling their minds with a sense of safety "I think so, my magic has gotten even stronger than it was before, and I can do really cool stuff like what I just did, I don't know how though."
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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.'
She nods in agreement, before realizing this strange absence, and starting to connect the dots. "Mom, where is your shadow?" She asks in a serious tone.
When the two arrive at Lord's Point, it looks back at Tim in awe with its main 'flower' head, while all the others look all around the town and start taking in light- the rate that they consume the ambient light is far faster than what it has ever been, to such a degree that the air starts to grow colder around them. Frost forms on nearby surfaces. People notice the Elder Evil and begin to panic. "You're right, that was really cool. I take it you're growing more acclimated to your divine power?" It says to him, its voice cutting through the slowly increasing amount of panicked screaming.
*It's good.*
She looks down at them with a bit of a sad expression, "Ya don't have ta worry 'bout that none, dear. It's where its got ta be, an' soon, I'll have it back." She says, sighing a little bit as she runs a hand through her own hair "It'll be okay, it'll be back tomorrow."
Tim looks at all the people around them that are screaming, and suddenly, as if to counteract the feat brought able by the Elder Evil, a wave of absolute calm and warmth covers the people, filling their minds with a sense of safety "I think so, my magic has gotten even stronger than it was before, and I can do really cool stuff like what I just did, I don't know how though."
"Okay, I trust you. Here's hoping your plan works." She says, still worried but trying to hold hope that maybe this will fix things.
"It's okay, you don't have to know how it works just yet. I'm proud of you." It says to him, beginning to wander through the streets of Lord's Point, consuming all light and warmth it finds, while the people of the town continue about their day as though they aren't in any danger. It doesn't stray from Tim's sight, though.
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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)
"My real name's a bit longer. What brings you to town?"
"Just here to pick a few things up. Thought I'd stop and rest for a little"
"This is a good place to rest, I hope you find it as good as you hope to."
"It's nice. Before I go, I'll pick something up for my daughter, too"
"You have a daughter? She's got to be a brilliant girl." (You are evil for killing this man off.)
*welllllllll* "Trust me, she is. She's a real firecracker, that one" he laughs
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
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
Someone arrives in the town, the wind whipping around him to make it sound as if someone off in the distance were cheering at his arrival. He’s a Dragon Elf, and a well maintained one at that, shirtless to reveal his glistening tanned muscle, his hands bandaged up along his arms, his brilliant red cape matching his scales where they are seen blowing in the wind, smiling brighter than the sun. He’s got on loose pants, his feet also bandaged to keep his feet form being destroyed by the journey he must have been on all the way here, his eyes are a friendly brown. Painted into the back of his bandages is some kind of alchemical symbols, glowing softly.
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"Nice to meet you Jonah Clemont. You can call me Rag."
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.)
"Rag? That's a nice name"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"My real name's a bit longer. What brings you to town?"
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.)
(anyone want to rp)
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
"Just here to pick a few things up. Thought I'd stop and rest for a little"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Good to see you Salem, even if you wont be here long.*
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.)
"This is a good place to rest, I hope you find it as good as you hope to."
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.)
"It's nice. Before I go, I'll pick something up for my daughter, too"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"You have a daughter? She's got to be a brilliant girl." (You are evil for killing this man off.)
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.)
*Apologies for the delay*
She nods in agreement, before realizing this strange absence, and starting to connect the dots. "Mom, where is your shadow?" She asks in a serious tone.
When the two arrive at Lord's Point, it looks back at Tim in awe with its main 'flower' head, while all the others look all around the town and start taking in light- the rate that they consume the ambient light is far faster than what it has ever been, to such a degree that the air starts to grow colder around them. Frost forms on nearby surfaces. People notice the Elder Evil and begin to panic. "You're right, that was really cool. I take it you're growing more acclimated to your divine power?" It says to him, its voice cutting through the slowly increasing amount of panicked screaming.
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)
(Hi Yvonne)
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 chuckles a bit, a wide grin on her face as she finishes patching up the many-armed abomination and sending it to shamble off and terrify fair-goers once again. "Thanks! I tried to make each one unique in its design- over a hundred different flavors of fear." She responds. "You enjoying the Fair?"
She thinks for a bit. "Pretty sure it's mortal weaponry- the weapon I use is kinda an unconventional one, though. I think it was called a 'gun-lance' or something similar."
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's good.*
She looks down at them with a bit of a sad expression, "Ya don't have ta worry 'bout that none, dear. It's where its got ta be, an' soon, I'll have it back." She says, sighing a little bit as she runs a hand through her own hair "It'll be okay, it'll be back tomorrow."
Tim looks at all the people around them that are screaming, and suddenly, as if to counteract the feat brought able by the Elder Evil, a wave of absolute calm and warmth covers the people, filling their minds with a sense of safety "I think so, my magic has gotten even stronger than it was before, and I can do really cool stuff like what I just did, I don't know how though."
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.)
"Okay, I trust you. Here's hoping your plan works." She says, still worried but trying to hold hope that maybe this will fix things.
"It's okay, you don't have to know how it works just yet. I'm proud of you." It says to him, beginning to wander through the streets of Lord's Point, consuming all light and warmth it finds, while the people of the town continue about their day as though they aren't in any danger. It doesn't stray from Tim's sight, though.
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)
*welllllllll*
"Trust me, she is. She's a real firecracker, that one" he laughs
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Im back :D*
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
*Coincidentally, so am I.*
(hello my friend)
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
*Let me throw this little intro out.*
Someone arrives in the town, the wind whipping around him to make it sound as if someone off in the distance were cheering at his arrival. He’s a Dragon Elf, and a well maintained one at that, shirtless to reveal his glistening tanned muscle, his hands bandaged up along his arms, his brilliant red cape matching his scales where they are seen blowing in the wind, smiling brighter than the sun. He’s got on loose pants, his feet also bandaged to keep his feet form being destroyed by the journey he must have been on all the way here, his eyes are a friendly brown. Painted into the back of his bandages is some kind of alchemical symbols, glowing softly.