"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.
He steps back, eyes wide, a choking noise emerging from his throat. Then the air shifts in his favor, even if only for a moment. The clouds ooze and drizzle black goop. His eyes burn a deep red. "WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL THAT HE LOVES YOU AND NOT ME!?!" He seems to be melting slightly, as if unable to hold his shape due to rage. "WHY ME?! WHY DO WE HAVE TO DIE ALONE TO BE REBORN IN ROTTING BODIES OVER AND OVER WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR PRECIOUS GOD IN HEAVEN!?!" Massive humanoid teeth appear beneath his eyes, foaming and gnashing, not lining up with his words at all. "WE WERE BORN OF YOUR SIN, AND YET WE'RE THE ONES WHO PAY THE PRICE!!"
"What's an arse? I've never heard that one. Is it a swear?" He jumps up, putting his foreclaws on the table and looking at William's doodles.
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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.
"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.
He steps back, eyes wide, a choking noise emerging from his throat. Then the air shifts in his favor, even if only for a moment. The clouds ooze and drizzle black goop. His eyes burn a deep red. "WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL THAT HE LOVES YOU AND NOT ME!?!" He seems to be melting slightly, as if unable to hold his shape due to rage. "WHY ME?! WHY DO WE HAVE TO DIE ALONE TO BE REBORN IN ROTTING BODIES OVER AND OVER WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR PRECIOUS GOD IN HEAVEN!?!" Massive humanoid teeth appear beneath his eyes, foaming and gnashing, not lining up with his words at all. "WE WERE BORN OF YOUR SIN, AND YET WE'RE THE ONES WHO PAY THE PRICE!!"
"What's an arse? I've never heard that one. Is it a swear?" He jumps up, putting his foreclaws on the table and looking at William's doodles.
She reaches and hugs them like a mother would to a child having a tantrum "Poor thing. I love you so, and God does too." She said, her tone soft "He loves everything, and everyone. From the tiniest insect to the massive horrors of the cosmos. Everything is lived, and you are too."
"His way of making the word '(GP)' kid friendly." William shrugs and Samaritan shoots him a look "It's how I've said "(GP)" my entire life." Samaritan huffs
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*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.
*Damn, you're right.*
Stig walks out of a shelf, tears in his eyes. "I... did a bad thing, Rag."
She feels a sudden surge of natural power. A dragon's presence. An angel of the material plane. Skwas is waddling toward her.
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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.
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.
It grows increasingly worried and panicked, placing both its hands on her shoulder, before it attempts to draw some of the dark magic away from her and into itself.
"Yes, I have- well, I've at the very least made one. We'll have to wait and see how the others turn out." It responds, unable to smile or really emote in any way but still somehow visibly happy as well. "Once this first batch is grown, all the rest should be much quicker to produce."
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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)
*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.
*Damn, you're right.*
Stig walks out of a shelf, tears in his eyes. "I... did a bad thing, Rag."
She feels a sudden surge of natural power. A dragon's presence. An angel of the material plane. Skwas is waddling toward her.
He looks down to them, leaning down with a smile on his face, “I hope you know that doesn’t make you a bad person. What did you do?”
She tries to put on a smile, though even they can tell it’s a weak one, the black blood pumping through her veins burning her from the inside “Howdy!”
*Does anyone wanna rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*Yes :3*
*wait no GTG*
*Welp, bye for now, Tarra.*
*I have arrived, with a goal for all LRI frequenters*
*Really now? How interesting indeed, hmm. Welcome back.*
*How're ya doin?*
*Also, if ya want to know, the challenge is basically create as many characters you would like that are just a play on words. Like literally just making a water nymph, as it is a body of water, and a body of water*
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.
It grows increasingly worried and panicked, placing both its hands on her shoulder, before it attempts to draw some of the dark magic away from her and into itself.
"Yes, I have- well, I've at the very least made one. We'll have to wait and see how the others turn out." It responds, unable to smile or really emote in any way but still somehow visibly happy as well. "Once this first batch is grown, all the rest should be much quicker to produce."
To a creature such as itself, it’s more resistant the effects in full, but it burns, like acid or something similar, painful beyond comparison, unexpected. Some of the black blood turns red again.
“You are so amazing, I haven’t been able to do anything with my god powers yet, I don’t even know what I can do with them.” He sits down in front of the pot, wrapping his arms around his legs, putting his knees to his chest, “I just… I’ve been missing my family recently, Mom, Tony, Tiffany, even dad…”
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.
He looks up at it. "Hello. You look cuddly, but you don't cuddle like I thought you would." He tilts his chubby-faced head. "Why is that?"
"Oh, I just moved in and wanted to visit. Found a rat in the yard." He walks in circles around Helianth, sticking his leg straight out before leaning forward until he falls on it, righting himself, and repeating the movement with his other leg. "What are you, by the way?"
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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.
*Does anyone wanna rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*Yes :3*
*wait no GTG*
*Welp, bye for now, Tarra.*
*I have arrived, with a goal for all LRI frequenters*
*Really now? How interesting indeed, hmm. Welcome back.*
*How're ya doin?*
*Also, if ya want to know, the challenge is basically create as many characters you would like that are just a play on words. Like literally just making a water nymph, as it is a body of water, and a body of water*
*An interesting challenge, and I’m doing as well as I can be, so decent enough about all the time.*
*Does anyone wanna rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*Yes :3*
*wait no GTG*
*Welp, bye for now, Tarra.*
*I have arrived, with a goal for all LRI frequenters*
*Really now? How interesting indeed, hmm. Welcome back.*
*How're ya doin?*
*Also, if ya want to know, the challenge is basically create as many characters you would like that are just a play on words. Like literally just making a water nymph, as it is a body of water, and a body of water*
*An interesting challenge, and I’m doing as well as I can be, so decent enough about all the time.*
*Does anyone wanna rp while I’ve still got the time? Pretty please?*
*Yes :3*
*wait no GTG*
*Welp, bye for now, Tarra.*
*I have arrived, with a goal for all LRI frequenters*
*Really now? How interesting indeed, hmm. Welcome back.*
*How're ya doin?*
*Also, if ya want to know, the challenge is basically create as many characters you would like that are just a play on words. Like literally just making a water nymph, as it is a body of water, and a body of water*
*An interesting challenge, and I’m doing as well as I can be, so decent enough about all the time.*
*great! I have been Soooo productive recently, I’ve finished and turned in my application for this school program thing, and I’m preparing for the upcoming musical auditions. Still, nobody has given me a straight answer on whether i can or can’t use Shakespeare (apparently someone did it before and got in, but half of everyone i ask says no, the rest say yes or maybe, and it’s very confusing) and I haven’t asked my theatre teacher about it yet, so I’m searching for another option. I found one kinda funny one, but one of my other friends is using that one and I don’t want to use the same one as them. It’s from ride the Cyclone.*
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He steps back, eyes wide, a choking noise emerging from his throat. Then the air shifts in his favor, even if only for a moment. The clouds ooze and drizzle black goop. His eyes burn a deep red. "WHAT MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL THAT HE LOVES YOU AND NOT ME!?!" He seems to be melting slightly, as if unable to hold his shape due to rage. "WHY ME?! WHY DO WE HAVE TO DIE ALONE TO BE REBORN IN ROTTING BODIES OVER AND OVER WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR PRECIOUS GOD IN HEAVEN!?!" Massive humanoid teeth appear beneath his eyes, foaming and gnashing, not lining up with his words at all. "WE WERE BORN OF YOUR SIN, AND YET WE'RE THE ONES WHO PAY THE PRICE!!"
"What's an arse? I've never heard that one. Is it a swear?" He jumps up, putting his foreclaws on the table and looking at William's doodles.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hi, Moon!*
*Hoi!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*how art thou, darling?*
*I have arrived, with a goal for all LRI frequenters*
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.
*Like, c'mon. those sound like fantasy names for types of anthro canids!*
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.
*Really now? How interesting indeed, hmm. Welcome back.*
She reaches and hugs them like a mother would to a child having a tantrum "Poor thing. I love you so, and God does too." She said, her tone soft "He loves everything, and everyone. From the tiniest insect to the massive horrors of the cosmos. Everything is lived, and you are too."
"His way of making the word '(GP)' kid friendly." William shrugs and Samaritan shoots him a look "It's how I've said "(GP)" my entire life." Samaritan huffs
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*So that’s a no I assume Wendi?*
*Damn, you're right.*
Stig walks out of a shelf, tears in his eyes. "I... did a bad thing, Rag."
She feels a sudden surge of natural power. A dragon's presence. An angel of the material plane. Skwas is waddling toward her.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It grows increasingly worried and panicked, placing both its hands on her shoulder, before it attempts to draw some of the dark magic away from her and into itself.
"Yes, I have- well, I've at the very least made one. We'll have to wait and see how the others turn out." It responds, unable to smile or really emote in any way but still somehow visibly happy as well. "Once this first batch is grown, all the rest should be much quicker to produce."
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 looks down to them, leaning down with a smile on his face, “I hope you know that doesn’t make you a bad person. What did you do?”
She tries to put on a smile, though even they can tell it’s a weak one, the black blood pumping through her veins burning her from the inside “Howdy!”
*How're ya doin?*
*Also, if ya want to know, the challenge is basically create as many characters you would like that are just a play on words. Like literally just making a water nymph, as it is a body of water, and a body of water*
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.
To a creature such as itself, it’s more resistant the effects in full, but it burns, like acid or something similar, painful beyond comparison, unexpected. Some of the black blood turns red again.
“You are so amazing, I haven’t been able to do anything with my god powers yet, I don’t even know what I can do with them.” He sits down in front of the pot, wrapping his arms around his legs, putting his knees to his chest, “I just… I’ve been missing my family recently, Mom, Tony, Tiffany, even dad…”
He looks up at it. "Hello. You look cuddly, but you don't cuddle like I thought you would." He tilts his chubby-faced head. "Why is that?"
"Oh, I just moved in and wanted to visit. Found a rat in the yard." He walks in circles around Helianth, sticking his leg straight out before leaning forward until he falls on it, righting himself, and repeating the movement with his other leg. "What are you, by the way?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*An interesting challenge, and I’m doing as well as I can be, so decent enough about all the time.*
*I'm doing great! You?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*that's good :3*
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.
*It’s as good as things get.*
*great! I have been Soooo productive recently, I’ve finished and turned in my application for this school program thing, and I’m preparing for the upcoming musical auditions. Still, nobody has given me a straight answer on whether i can or can’t use Shakespeare (apparently someone did it before and got in, but half of everyone i ask says no, the rest say yes or maybe, and it’s very confusing) and I haven’t asked my theatre teacher about it yet, so I’m searching for another option. I found one kinda funny one, but one of my other friends is using that one and I don’t want to use the same one as them. It’s from ride the Cyclone.*