He shakes his head violently. "That... thing... is in my domain. I tried to kill it or remove it discretely, but it just... I think it's stronger than me, even here..." He looks up, blinking away tears.
She looks out one of the windows for a brief moment, seeing Stigmata for a second, before disappearing from view again. "It... it doesn't look like they're hostile. Did they say anything to you?"
"No, but look at it. Why would a Nightmare be stupid enough to enter another one's domain if not to establish dominance?" Stigmata is currently trying to buy cotton candy with moths made of silver.
"It looks like... they're... buying cotton candy. If you want, I can try to talk to them- see why they're here. Maybe they're friendly?"
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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)
Porter stays behind for a moment before following.
"No, not really. I've been lurking in the woods for the past three days, eating squirrels and birds." He holds out his arms and slowly begins turning around in circles.
He leads them back to the front porch, taking a seat there. He begins to slowly take his armor off.
"Would you like a place to stay? And food that isn't still trying to fight back? Meat buns perhaps?" He says, watching them with laugh, his eyes following them as they spin.
Porter sits beside him, relaxing.
He slowly levitates off the ground, entering the Gojo 'Honored One' pose as he rotates. Then, he screams with all of the power of a metal singer. "YYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!"
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
*fun fact: all of you deserve, at minimum, 8 compliments a day. Trust me, I am a professional.*
(hi Arch)
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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
"I'm... well, I'm better than I have been." She responds. "A lot has happened the last few months- I'm just glad it's finally over."
"What has happened? Could I have helped? I'm sorry I couldn't help, I should've helped." He says in quick succession, sighing at the end.
"No, it's- it's okay. I understand- keeping the world from ending, and all." She responds, pausing for a second, before sighing a bit as well and leaning against the tree behind her. "My... 'creator' wanted to take me back- turn me into a puppet again- but we stopped her. Twice. Three times, really, counting the Void Shard. Thankfully, none of those attempts succeeded."
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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)
Porter stays behind for a moment before following.
"No, not really. I've been lurking in the woods for the past three days, eating squirrels and birds." He holds out his arms and slowly begins turning around in circles.
He leads them back to the front porch, taking a seat there. He begins to slowly take his armor off.
"Would you like a place to stay? And food that isn't still trying to fight back? Meat buns perhaps?" He says, watching them with laugh, his eyes following them as they spin.
Porter sits beside him, relaxing.
He slowly levitates off the ground, entering the Gojo 'Honored One' pose as he rotates. Then, he screams with all of the power of a metal singer. "YYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!"
Black ichor leads from hidden wounds as he takes the armor off, sighing as he begins cleaning it up.
He grabs them by the arm while they are floating in the air, chuckling as he stands to his full height and begins to walk them to their new home, leading by the hand.
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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.'
*fun fact: all of you deserve, at minimum, 8 compliments a day. Trust me, I am a professional.*
(hi Arch)
*hiya, Moon!*
(how are you)
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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
*fun fact: all of you deserve, at minimum, 8 compliments a day. Trust me, I am a professional.*
(hi Arch)
*hiya, Moon!*
(how are you)
*great, how are you?*
(I am doing well. mind shooting me a PM?)
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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
"No, but look at it. Why would a Nightmare be stupid enough to enter another one's domain if not to establish dominance?" Stigmata is currently trying to buy cotton candy with moths made of silver.
"It looks like... they're... buying cotton candy. If you want, I can try to talk to them- see why they're here. Maybe they're friendly?"
"I doubt it. But you're not made of Nightmare Matter, so you're probably less vulnerable to it. If you could remove it, I would... be grateful." He bows his head.
Stigmata's currency has been rejected and he is now sitting on a nearby bench, eyes filled with angry tears.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*Hello!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Drilin is chilling in the town square
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"What has happened? Could I have helped? I'm sorry I couldn't help, I should've helped." He says in quick succession, sighing at the end.
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 looks like... they're... buying cotton candy. If you want, I can try to talk to them- see why they're here. Maybe they're friendly?"
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)
*Don’t turn your back on the body.*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Porter sits beside him, relaxing.
He slowly levitates off the ground, entering the Gojo 'Honored One' pose as he rotates. Then, he screams with all of the power of a metal singer. "YYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*fun fact: all of you deserve, at minimum, 8 compliments a day. Trust me, I am a professional.*
(you 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
(hi Arch)
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
*anyone got free chars and wanna rp?*
Drilin is chilling in the town square
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"No, it's- it's okay. I understand- keeping the world from ending, and all." She responds, pausing for a second, before sighing a bit as well and leaning against the tree behind her. "My... 'creator' wanted to take me back- turn me into a puppet again- but we stopped her. Twice. Three times, really, counting the Void Shard. Thankfully, none of those attempts succeeded."
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)
Stigmata (Art in Spoiler) approaches, floating inches off the ground and rotating. He stops and lands about six feet in front of Drilin. "Hi!"
Wendi's art:
Mine:
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hiya, Moon!*
Black ichor leads from hidden wounds as he takes the armor off, sighing as he begins cleaning it up.
He grabs them by the arm while they are floating in the air, chuckling as he stands to his full height and begins to walk them to their new home, leading by the hand.
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.)
'Ah, hey there. Nice cape!'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
(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
*Ya never know when they might get back 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.)
*great, how are you?*
(I am doing well. mind shooting me a PM?)
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
"I doubt it. But you're not made of Nightmare Matter, so you're probably less vulnerable to it. If you could remove it, I would... be grateful." He bows his head.
Stigmata's currency has been rejected and he is now sitting on a nearby bench, eyes filled with angry tears.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels