He laughs. "How could God hate His creations? Oh wait... you hate me, don't you? Yes, from your guilt, your fears I was born! And you and your kind left me and my family to rot. How could anyone other than a god hate like you do?" He laughs again, much closer to hysteria.
He slurps it up. "I think it's quite impressive. Haven't had a better one in my life. May I have another?"
She curls up, her face burying in the dirt. "LEAVE ME ALONE. LEAVE ME ALONE. LEAVE ME ALONE." She screams, her voice breaking.
Samaritan shrugs and walks over to a Dutch oven, opening it and scooping out some more. "Don't mind him bud, he's grumpy." Samaritan said.
"SHUT UP!" He roars, his voice piercing even her screams. He grabs her by the hair/neck feathers and pulls her up just to throw her into a tombstone. "You do not say such things to your god... we need each other," he whispers in her ear, leaning close. "I will make you repent. I will make you human again. And I will make you find that there are things worse than being unloved by the heavens..."
He does a little stompy dance. "Thank you so much! I love it! My name is Skwasniec, or Skwas for short! What's your name?"
*Does anyone wanna rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*Please? Anyone at all?*
*I'm up to rp, if you want! Take your pick!*
Amicus is wandering around outside Lord's Point with no particular objective.
Helianth is at work in the Spelljammer, making sure everything is in... well, in ship shape. The 'plants' growing from the pots outside occasionally twitch and writhe, just starting to animate.
Despite Merabelle happy demeanor and gentle attitude, Amicus can sense her condition only worsening with time, though they are currently apart, somewhere in the forest, Merabelle isn’t doing well.
Tim is just outside of the Starjammer (Cool name I think), reading a book and learning what he can from it, though he doesn’t need to practice magic, he seems to be doing so.
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)
*Does anyone wanna rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*Please? Anyone at all?*
*I'm up to rp, if you want! Take your pick!*
Amicus is wandering around outside Lord's Point with no particular objective.
Helianth is at work in the Spelljammer, making sure everything is in... well, in ship shape. The 'plants' growing from the pots outside occasionally twitch and writhe, just starting to animate.
Despite Merabelle happy demeanor and gentle attitude, Amicus can sense her condition only worsening with time, though they are currently apart, somewhere in the forest, Merabelle isn’t doing well.
Tim is just outside of the Starjammer (Cool name I think), reading a book and learning what he can from it, though he doesn’t need to practice magic, he seems to be doing so.
Amicus looks back to the forest for a moment, hesitating for a second before it drifts back to the woods and starts looking for her, growing worried.
One of the wretched growths in a nearby pot slowly turns to 'look' at him with a single, malformed flower of bone and metal. It seems to be watching him... or maybe something else is watching him through it...
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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)
KK is at the Faceless Fair, sitting on a bench on the outskirts of the park, looking out at what lies beyond the bubble of safety keeping the rest of the Nightmare Realm from seeping in.
Amicus is wandering around outside Lord's Point with no particular objective.
Helianth is at work in the Spelljammer, making sure everything is in... well, in ship shape. The 'plants' growing from the pots outside occasionally twitch and writhe, just starting to animate.
Skwasniec (brown drake wyrmling) walks directly into them and attempts to cuddle them like a giant cat.
It hears screaming from outside. Stigmata stands there, holding the torn-off arm of a NEO agent who was about to enter the Spelljammer with some heavy weaponry and explosives. The agent rolls on the ground, begging for his life.
*Does anyone wanna rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*Please? Anyone at all?*
*I'm up to rp, if you want! Take your pick!*
Amicus is wandering around outside Lord's Point with no particular objective.
Helianth is at work in the Spelljammer, making sure everything is in... well, in ship shape. The 'plants' growing from the pots outside occasionally twitch and writhe, just starting to animate.
Despite Merabelle happy demeanor and gentle attitude, Amicus can sense her condition only worsening with time, though they are currently apart, somewhere in the forest, Merabelle isn’t doing well.
Tim is just outside of the Starjammer (Cool name I think), reading a book and learning what he can from it, though he doesn’t need to practice magic, he seems to be doing so.
Amicus looks back to the forest for a moment, hesitating for a second before it drifts back to the woods and starts looking for her, growing worried.
One of the wretched growths in a nearby pot slowly turns to 'look' at him with a single, malformed flower of bone and metal. It seems to be watching him... or maybe something else is watching him through it...
The feeling of her has weakened, as if Merabelle’s light and life are slowly fading. She seems to be sitting on the ground trying to connect to nature, but it’s more difficult with all the corruption making her body and spirit weaker.
He looks up from his book, moving over to them to look at the flowers curiously as they watch him, trying to sense what is watching him, assuming it’s Helianth.
He laughs. "How could God hate His creations? Oh wait... you hate me, don't you? Yes, from your guilt, your fears I was born! And you and your kind left me and my family to rot. How could anyone other than a god hate like you do?" He laughs again, much closer to hysteria.
He slurps it up. "I think it's quite impressive. Haven't had a better one in my life. May I have another?"
She curls up, her face burying in the dirt. "LEAVE ME ALONE. LEAVE ME ALONE. LEAVE ME ALONE." She screams, her voice breaking.
Samaritan shrugs and walks over to a Dutch oven, opening it and scooping out some more. "Don't mind him bud, he's grumpy." Samaritan said.
"SHUT UP!" He roars, his voice piercing even her screams. He grabs her by the hair/neck feathers and pulls her up just to throw her into a tombstone. "You do not say such things to your god... we need each other," he whispers in her ear, leaning close. "I will make you repent. I will make you human again. And I will make you find that there are things worse than being unloved by the heavens..."
He does a little stompy dance. "Thank you so much! I love it! My name is Skwasniec, or Skwas for short! What's your name?"
Suddenly the air seems to shift, her crying stops as suddenly as it began. Her face becomes stinky, neutral. The beak clicks once before hideous, horrid laughter fills the air, coming from her throat. "I am loved. I am always loved by God. I need not fear, for he loves all even if they do things he does not wish to see. Forgiveness is what he is all about, he lives me even if I sin."
"I am Samaritan and the arse over there is William." He said and bows his head. William gives a wave but goes back to doodling in his notebook.
*Does anyone wanna rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*Baalze? Wendi? Anybody?*
*I AM HERE!*
*Give me Rag, I want him to meet Stigmata*
*Then Merebelle (did I spell it right?), I want her to meet Skwas*
*Merabelle, but you were so close, and Rag has met Stigmata already.*
Rag is shopping for better beds and food supplies for all of the people he’s got living under the roof of his homeless shelter, from cots to personal beds, although they are going to closely packed.
Merabelle is trying to connect herself to the forest, though with the dark magic corruption in her body, the sickness makes it difficult to do anything, leaving her weak.
Amicus is wandering around outside Lord's Point with no particular objective.
Helianth is at work in the Spelljammer, making sure everything is in... well, in ship shape. The 'plants' growing from the pots outside occasionally twitch and writhe, just starting to animate.
Skwasniec (brown drake wyrmling) walks directly into them and attempts to cuddle them like a giant cat.
It hears screaming from outside. Stigmata stands there, holding the torn-off arm of a NEO agent who was about to enter the Spelljammer with some heavy weaponry and explosives. The agent rolls on the ground, begging for his life.
The possessed shadow flows out of the way of the wyrmling in a way vaguely reminiscent of cloth, not being entirely solid. "...H- Hello?" It says to them with some difficulty, not having much experience with the word.
The Elder Evil slithers out from a partway-open window in the ship's side, the whole colossal monstrosity contorting itself through the space with little difficulty. It moves over towards Stigmata, shambling over the agent and reducing them to a ragged pulp with its thorns as it does so. "Greetings. What brings you to my abode?" It says to him.
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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
*Does anyone wanna rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*Please? Anyone at all?*
*I'm up to rp, if you want! Take your pick!*
Amicus is wandering around outside Lord's Point with no particular objective.
Helianth is at work in the Spelljammer, making sure everything is in... well, in ship shape. The 'plants' growing from the pots outside occasionally twitch and writhe, just starting to animate.
Despite Merabelle happy demeanor and gentle attitude, Amicus can sense her condition only worsening with time, though they are currently apart, somewhere in the forest, Merabelle isn’t doing well.
Tim is just outside of the Starjammer (Cool name I think), reading a book and learning what he can from it, though he doesn’t need to practice magic, he seems to be doing so.
Amicus looks back to the forest for a moment, hesitating for a second before it drifts back to the woods and starts looking for her, growing worried.
One of the wretched growths in a nearby pot slowly turns to 'look' at him with a single, malformed flower of bone and metal. It seems to be watching him... or maybe something else is watching him through it...
The feeling of her has weakened, as if Merabelle’s light and life are slowly fading. She seems to be sitting on the ground trying to connect to nature, but it’s more difficult with all the corruption making her body and spirit weaker.
He looks up from his book, moving over to them to look at the flowers curiously as they watch him, trying to sense what is watching him, assuming it’s Helianth.
The shadow drifts over towards her, placing a semi-incorporeal hand on her shoulder. "...It's gotten worse... we need to find a way to stop the corruption... and quickly."
The 'plant' looks back at him, and a faint, but very much familiar, voice can be heard from it. "...Can... can you hear me, Tim?"
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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
*Does anyone wanna rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*Please? Anyone at all?*
*I'm up to rp, if you want! Take your pick!*
Amicus is wandering around outside Lord's Point with no particular objective.
Helianth is at work in the Spelljammer, making sure everything is in... well, in ship shape. The 'plants' growing from the pots outside occasionally twitch and writhe, just starting to animate.
Despite Merabelle happy demeanor and gentle attitude, Amicus can sense her condition only worsening with time, though they are currently apart, somewhere in the forest, Merabelle isn’t doing well.
Tim is just outside of the Starjammer (Cool name I think), reading a book and learning what he can from it, though he doesn’t need to practice magic, he seems to be doing so.
Amicus looks back to the forest for a moment, hesitating for a second before it drifts back to the woods and starts looking for her, growing worried.
One of the wretched growths in a nearby pot slowly turns to 'look' at him with a single, malformed flower of bone and metal. It seems to be watching him... or maybe something else is watching him through it...
The feeling of her has weakened, as if Merabelle’s light and life are slowly fading. She seems to be sitting on the ground trying to connect to nature, but it’s more difficult with all the corruption making her body and spirit weaker.
He looks up from his book, moving over to them to look at the flowers curiously as they watch him, trying to sense what is watching him, assuming it’s Helianth.
The shadow drifts over towards her, placing a semi-incorporeal hand on her shoulder. "...It's gotten worse... we need to find a way to stop the corruption... and quickly."
The 'plant' looks back at him, and a faint, but very much familiar, voice can be heard from it. "...Can... can you hear me, Tim?"
Even to a being made entirely of shadows, they can feel the heat coming off of Merabelle as a result of her sickness, in some places it feel she’s burning up, in others it’s chilling cold, she doesn’t even seem to hear them.
He nods, closing his book at brilliant wonder shines in his eyes, smiling “Wow! You did it! You made other bodies for yourself!” He’s astonished by the idea alone.
"SHUT UP!" He roars, his voice piercing even her screams. He grabs her by the hair/neck feathers and pulls her up just to throw her into a tombstone. "You do not say such things to your god... we need each other," he whispers in her ear, leaning close. "I will make you repent. I will make you human again. And I will make you find that there are things worse than being unloved by the heavens..."
He does a little stompy dance. "Thank you so much! I love it! My name is Skwasniec, or Skwas for short! What's your name?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Despite Merabelle happy demeanor and gentle attitude, Amicus can sense her condition only worsening with time, though they are currently apart, somewhere in the forest, Merabelle isn’t doing well.
Tim is just outside of the Starjammer (Cool name I think), reading a book and learning what he can from it, though he doesn’t need to practice magic, he seems to be doing so.
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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)
Amicus looks back to the forest for a moment, hesitating for a second before it drifts back to the woods and starts looking for her, growing worried.
One of the wretched growths in a nearby pot slowly turns to 'look' at him with a single, malformed flower of bone and metal. It seems to be watching him... or maybe something else is watching him through it...
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)
Skwasniec (brown drake wyrmling) walks directly into them and attempts to cuddle them like a giant cat.
It hears screaming from outside. Stigmata stands there, holding the torn-off arm of a NEO agent who was about to enter the Spelljammer with some heavy weaponry and explosives. The agent rolls on the ground, begging for his life.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Baalze? Wendi? Anybody?*
*I AM HERE!*
*Give me Rag, I want him to meet Stigmata*
*Then Merebelle (did I spell it right?), I want her to meet Skwas*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The feeling of her has weakened, as if Merabelle’s light and life are slowly fading. She seems to be sitting on the ground trying to connect to nature, but it’s more difficult with all the corruption making her body and spirit weaker.
He looks up from his book, moving over to them to look at the flowers curiously as they watch him, trying to sense what is watching him, assuming it’s Helianth.
Suddenly the air seems to shift, her crying stops as suddenly as it began. Her face becomes stinky, neutral. The beak clicks once before hideous, horrid laughter fills the air, coming from her throat. "I am loved. I am always loved by God. I need not fear, for he loves all even if they do things he does not wish to see. Forgiveness is what he is all about, he lives me even if I sin."
"I am Samaritan and the arse over there is William." He said and bows his head. William gives a wave but goes back to doodling in his notebook.
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
*hi!*
*Merabelle, but you were so close, and Rag has met Stigmata already.*
Rag is shopping for better beds and food supplies for all of the people he’s got living under the roof of his homeless shelter, from cots to personal beds, although they are going to closely packed.
Merabelle is trying to connect herself to the forest, though with the dark magic corruption in her body, the sickness makes it difficult to do anything, leaving her weak.
*Hey Arch.*
The possessed shadow flows out of the way of the wyrmling in a way vaguely reminiscent of cloth, not being entirely solid. "...H- Hello?" It says to them with some difficulty, not having much experience with the word.
The Elder Evil slithers out from a partway-open window in the ship's side, the whole colossal monstrosity contorting itself through the space with little difficulty. It moves over towards Stigmata, shambling over the agent and reducing them to a ragged pulp with its thorns as it does so. "Greetings. What brings you to my abode?" It says to him.
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 afternoon everyone)
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
*Why are lupine, dogbane, wolfsbane, and foxglove all the name of plants?!?!?!?*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
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.
*Evening, how goes it Moon?*
The shadow drifts over towards her, placing a semi-incorporeal hand on her shoulder. "...It's gotten worse... we need to find a way to stop the corruption... and quickly."
The 'plant' looks back at him, and a faint, but very much familiar, voice can be heard from it. "...Can... can you hear me, Tim?"
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 is going okay)
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
Even to a being made entirely of shadows, they can feel the heat coming off of Merabelle as a result of her sickness, in some places it feel she’s burning up, in others it’s chilling cold, she doesn’t even seem to hear them.
He nods, closing his book at brilliant wonder shines in his eyes, smiling “Wow! You did it! You made other bodies for yourself!” He’s astonished by the idea alone.
*Sounds better than bad.*