Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
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…”
Amicus can barely stop itself from shrieking from the pain as it takes away the Dark Energy, but it persists, not knowing any other way to stop her sickness.
"...I understand. It's been a while since we've seen Tony or Tiffany. Maybe you can use your power to go visit them- teleportation, like you've done before?" It responds, trying to provide helpful words. "I could even help you make Avatars of your own, so you'd never have to leave their sides."
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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)
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
He starts shaking violently. He sobs, not moving. "Then why is the world so cruel to us? Why are we so sub-standard in the face of humanity?"
"Oh, I see. It's a... dialect thing, right?" He puts his head on the notebook, obviously wanting pets.
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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.*
They feel Merabelle weakly grab at their wrist, opening her eyes and looking up at them, “Sweetheart… don’t hurt yerself fer me…” She says, trying to pull them away, but too weak herself.
He thinks about it for a moment, before resting his head on his knees, looking down at the ground, “I miss them… but I don’t know if I want to see them again. I know that’s weird, but… I don’t know…” He closes his eyes, holding back tears of confusion and worry and so many more emotions.
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?"
It is silent for a while, thinking. "I am... not entirely material. Most of my being is simply energy." It responds, with the faintest bit more happiness in its voice.
"I see- welcome to the neighborhood, then. I am Helianth- I was an ordinary sunflower at one point, though you can already tell I didn't stay that way for long. Funny how things change over time, isn't it?" It responds, its myriad flower heads following his every movement. "Who are you?"
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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)
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
He starts shaking violently. He sobs, not moving. "Then why is the world so cruel to us? Why are we so sub-standard in the face of humanity?"
"Oh, I see. It's a... dialect thing, right?" He puts his head on the notebook, obviously wanting pets.
Her form seems to shift, almost taking on an 'angelic' sort of form. Large wings in a set of two unfold from her back. Her skull-face turning to a peaceful human one. The rest of her body stays the same but she gently holds him still. "I do not know. Perhaps they are sinners and are jealous that we are loved unlike them? But we are sinners too are we not? Also, he loves everyone so that would not be true in any sort." She offered "I feel they treat us bad because we are ugly in their eyes."
William pets him, shrugging. Samaritan sighs "I mainly speak Common and Infernal but I also speak different dialects of Common like Russian, French, German. Stuff like that."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
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!”
"I... scared a woman, th-then I made some drunk guys angry, and then I killed 17 and a half people... They were being mean to one of my cousins... and you know how rare those are, right?" He's stifling sobs.
"Howdy." It sniffs her. "You tried bloodletting yet?"
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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.
They feel Merabelle weakly grab at their wrist, opening her eyes and looking up at them, “Sweetheart… don’t hurt yerself fer me…” She says, trying to pull them away, but too weak herself.
He thinks about it for a moment, before resting his head on his knees, looking down at the ground, “I miss them… but I don’t know if I want to see them again. I know that’s weird, but… I don’t know…” He closes his eyes, holding back tears of confusion and worry and so many more emotions.
"You'll die if the corruption isn't kept in check... and I can't let that happen... they all still need you..." It says, having some difficulty speaking through the burning pain.
It is silent for a long while, deep in thought. "...Is it that you miss the way things were before? Before... well, before everything happened with him..?" It asks, trying to help guide him through the confusion but not entirely sure how to comfort 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)
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!”
"I... scared a woman, th-then I made some drunk guys angry, and then I killed 17 and a half people... They were being mean to one of my cousins... and you know how rare those are, right?" He's stifling sobs.
"Howdy." It sniffs her. "You tried bloodletting yet?"
“Don’t cry, don’t feel as though you are evil for being things less than good. Stigmata, can you sense evil, can you sense sin within someone?” He asks, putting his hand on their head, pulling it up to them.
She nods, though a bit surprised “How’d ya know I ain’t… doin’ well ta say the least ‘bout it?”
*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.*
*I don't fully understand since I'm not a theatre kid, but I wish you much luck!*
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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.
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
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(hi Arch)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Amicus can barely stop itself from shrieking from the pain as it takes away the Dark Energy, but it persists, not knowing any other way to stop her sickness.
"...I understand. It's been a while since we've seen Tony or Tiffany. Maybe you can use your power to go visit them- teleportation, like you've done before?" It responds, trying to provide helpful words. "I could even help you make Avatars of your own, so you'd never have to leave their sides."
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)
*hiya! How are you?*
*also, the thread (besides the map) is done!*
He starts shaking violently. He sobs, not moving. "Then why is the world so cruel to us? Why are we so sub-standard in the face of humanity?"
"Oh, I see. It's a... dialect thing, right?" He puts his head on the notebook, obviously wanting pets.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Want to RP?*
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.
*Cut for Yvonne.*
They feel Merabelle weakly grab at their wrist, opening her eyes and looking up at them, “Sweetheart… don’t hurt yerself fer me…” She says, trying to pull them away, but too weak herself.
He thinks about it for a moment, before resting his head on his knees, looking down at the ground, “I miss them… but I don’t know if I want to see them again. I know that’s weird, but… I don’t know…” He closes his eyes, holding back tears of confusion and worry and so many more emotions.
It is silent for a while, thinking. "I am... not entirely material. Most of my being is simply energy." It responds, with the faintest bit more happiness in its voice.
"I see- welcome to the neighborhood, then. I am Helianth- I was an ordinary sunflower at one point, though you can already tell I didn't stay that way for long. Funny how things change over time, isn't it?" It responds, its myriad flower heads following his every movement. "Who are you?"
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)
*Cut for Tarra. If you want to.*
*Okie. Who ya want? :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.
Her form seems to shift, almost taking on an 'angelic' sort of form. Large wings in a set of two unfold from her back. Her skull-face turning to a peaceful human one. The rest of her body stays the same but she gently holds him still. "I do not know. Perhaps they are sinners and are jealous that we are loved unlike them? But we are sinners too are we not? Also, he loves everyone so that would not be true in any sort." She offered "I feel they treat us bad because we are ugly in their eyes."
William pets him, shrugging. Samaritan sighs "I mainly speak Common and Infernal but I also speak different dialects of Common like Russian, French, German. Stuff like that."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I have literally no preference whatsoever.*
(I am not great)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
*Yep, that’s definitely a no then. Coolio.*
"I... scared a woman, th-then I made some drunk guys angry, and then I killed 17 and a half people... They were being mean to one of my cousins... and you know how rare those are, right?" He's stifling sobs.
"Howdy." It sniffs her. "You tried bloodletting yet?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You'll die if the corruption isn't kept in check... and I can't let that happen... they all still need you..." It says, having some difficulty speaking through the burning pain.
It is silent for a long while, deep in thought. "...Is it that you miss the way things were before? Before... well, before everything happened with him..?" It asks, trying to help guide him through the confusion but not entirely sure how to comfort 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)
*Okie. Wheel it is :3*
The Dead One's Heir is watching an orb, listening to it as it mutters
Rei is looking around afraid, half covered in blood and scratches
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.
*oh no, what happened?*
“Don’t cry, don’t feel as though you are evil for being things less than good. Stigmata, can you sense evil, can you sense sin within someone?” He asks, putting his hand on their head, pulling it up to them.
She nods, though a bit surprised “How’d ya know I ain’t… doin’ well ta say the least ‘bout it?”
*I don't fully understand since I'm not a theatre kid, but I wish you much luck!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(still sick)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky