"...This infection... you're killing her..." It starts, trailing off. "...What do you want with me?.. Why did you bring me here?.."
"Do ya think that's what I'm doin'?" She sounds concerned, "Is that what I'm doin'? I brought ya here cause yer my kid, you directly."
"...If that's not it, then... what are you trying to do?.." It asks, sounding concerned as well.
"I'm tryin' ta be with my lil ones, but this Merabelle out here wants ta live without the downside o' dark magic." She gestures to them.
"...How you're going about it is hurting her... if she dies, you both die..." It responds, seeming even more worried. "...Maybe some peaceful agreement can be reached?.."
"Would she be willin' ta get some peaceful agreement? Cause I'm her, an' I know I wouldn't right 'bout now." She lets go of them, the outside of the heart almost broken through.
"...I don't know what else to do, then..." It seems saddened by this whole situation. "...I'm sorry..." And with that, it tries to leave the heart again.
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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
"...This infection... you're killing her..." It starts, trailing off. "...What do you want with me?.. Why did you bring me here?.."
"Do ya think that's what I'm doin'?" She sounds concerned, "Is that what I'm doin'? I brought ya here cause yer my kid, you directly."
"...If that's not it, then... what are you trying to do?.." It asks, sounding concerned as well.
"I'm tryin' ta be with my lil ones, but this Merabelle out here wants ta live without the downside o' dark magic." She gestures to them.
"...How you're going about it is hurting her... if she dies, you both die..." It responds, seeming even more worried. "...Maybe some peaceful agreement can be reached?.."
"Would she be willin' ta get some peaceful agreement? Cause I'm her, an' I know I wouldn't right 'bout now." She lets go of them, the outside of the heart almost broken through.
"...I don't know what else to do, then..." It seems saddened by this whole situation. "...I'm sorry..." And with that, it tries to leave the heart again.
It allows her to, the darkness slowly beginning to retract itself. Merabelle immediately hugs them, crying, worrying and blubbing over them.
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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.'
He grabs a plate eagerly and takes a bite. He chews for a couple moments, thinking. "How did you make this?"
It has a texture more like a custard pie than a traditional pie. The divine dessert has a similar, energy-and-radiation flavor as the celestial flan, but with a bitter aftertaste of emotion. Of anger, fear, and a desperate desire to stay alive. "I made it with the distilled essence of a god. It was tricky, but I found your recipe for the flan made from stars could be somewhat tweaked and used for this."
"It tastes..." It can tell by his expression that he doesn't like it. "...I think..." He's trying to think of something nice to say. "Um... it's good, but it doesn't please my palate as much as some other individuals. The bitter notes work wonderfully with the plasma, but I... I'm sorry, I don't like it. I don't like negative emotions in desserts. It's like vanilla fried frer-awk, you know? My palate is just refined in the wrong direction for me to be able to truly enjoy this."
Damian tries to take most of the work so they don't need to do much, trying to be the best he can.
Her own breath slows to becoming silent, ready to sleep.
She looks up at them for a moment before getting up, picking them up, "We are going to take a bath."
Once all is cleaned up, she puts Sebastian down for bed.
Stuck there, he lets her rest
"What? Oh, come on.. I havent gone anywhere or done anything, i'm fine!"
Damian sits down on the couch, sighing and smiling brightly, “Such a good day.”
(Good place to end? Who’s turn to choose?)
“I wasn’t asking dear.” She walks into one of the many bathrooms, putting them down as she closes the door.
"Indeed it is." she pulls him to her, nuzzling him
(Yours because I picked damian last)
He sighs and accepts his fate, undressing to be cleansed.
*Jax, pretty please?*
He doesn’t attempt to resist, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment with a smile.
She follows soon after, taking some soap into the bath with her, turning on the hot water.
Jax is fresh home from a bounty and is attempting to go shower.
"Would you like to do anything besides rest?"
He slips into the water, a slight moment of panic as he looks to see if he has his prosthetic on. but then he remembers he has both of his paws
They find Marie, not noticing they had come in, dancing in the living room alone, humming to herself.
“Do you want to do anything? Sebastian’s asleep, Domino and Tony are out preparing for their wedding, anything would be fine.”
She smiles as she watches them, rubbing their side of their face before getting a sponge, the water begins to sooth them, sighing as steam fills the bathroom.
They find Marie, not noticing they had come in, dancing in the living room alone, humming to herself.
“Do you want to do anything? Sebastian’s asleep, Domino and Tony are out preparing for their wedding, anything would be fine.”
She smiles as she watches them, rubbing their side of their face before getting a sponge, the water begins to sooth them, sighing as steam fills the bathroom.
"Nice moves, Jagger." he laughs, smiling
"I just wanna rub your face." she says simply, immediately doing so. it's calming
"I'm sorry.." he says at some point
She opens her eyes, tossing a knife out at them, making sure to miss, “Oh, my husband’s a comedian.”
He leans into their touch, closing his eyes with a sigh, “You are amazing, I love you so much.”
“You should be, I shouldn’t have to clean you, but now, we are going to do this every day.”
"...How you're going about it is hurting her... if she dies, you both die..." It responds, seeming even more worried. "...Maybe some peaceful agreement can be reached?.."
"Would she be willin' ta get some peaceful agreement? Cause I'm her, an' I know I wouldn't right 'bout now." She lets go of them, the outside of the heart almost broken through.
"...I don't know what else to do, then..." It seems saddened by this whole situation. "...I'm sorry..." And with that, it tries to leave the heart again.
It allows her to, the darkness slowly beginning to retract itself. Merabelle immediately hugs them, crying, worrying and blubbing over them.
It hugs them back, Omori also relieved they're okay. "...It's okay... I'm not hurt..." It says, trying to comfort them back.
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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)
They find Marie, not noticing they had come in, dancing in the living room alone, humming to herself.
“Do you want to do anything? Sebastian’s asleep, Domino and Tony are out preparing for their wedding, anything would be fine.”
She smiles as she watches them, rubbing their side of their face before getting a sponge, the water begins to sooth them, sighing as steam fills the bathroom.
"Nice moves, Jagger." he laughs, smiling
"I just wanna rub your face." she says simply, immediately doing so. it's calming
"I'm sorry.." he says at some point
She opens her eyes, tossing a knife out at them, making sure to miss, “Oh, my husband’s a comedian.”
He leans into their touch, closing his eyes with a sigh, “You are amazing, I love you so much.”
“You should be, I shouldn’t have to clean you, but now, we are going to do this every day.”
It appears with a flash of light in his paw and he sheaths it in his belt, smirking. "You know, I took the liberty of attuning to all your knives one night, right?"
"Love you too. should I dim the lights and turn the TV on?"
"You're the one choosing to clean me.. and its not like I don't know how, I just haven't... had the energy...I really want to, I swear."
“Of course you did, afraid I would have you dead to rights in a fight, dear?” She says, sauntering over to them, hands on her hips and a smirk on her own face.
“That sounds nice, just you, me, and something to watch.”
“Too late for your reasons, dear. I’m going to clean you every day until I’m convinced you can clean yourself, try to enjoy it.”
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*Ok, this is how I would make my character?*
"...I don't know what else to do, then..." It seems saddened by this whole situation. "...I'm sorry..." And with that, it tries to leave the heart again.
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)
Damian tries to take most of the work so they don't need to do much, trying to be the best he can.
Her own breath slows to becoming silent, ready to sleep.
She looks up at them for a moment before getting up, picking them up, "We are going to take a bath."
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.)
*I just got a playtest for Grim Hollow with customizable species options*
*I'm excited*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(you want to rp 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
It allows her to, the darkness slowly beginning to retract itself. Merabelle immediately hugs them, crying, worrying and blubbing over them.
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.)
*Ok thanks.*
Damian sits down on the couch, sighing and smiling brightly, “Such a good day.”
(Good place to end? Who’s turn to choose?)
“I wasn’t asking dear.” She walks into one of the many bathrooms, putting them down as she closes the door.
*Jax, pretty please?*
He doesn’t attempt to resist, closing his eyes and enjoying the moment with a smile.
She follows soon after, taking some soap into the bath with her, turning on the hot water.
"It tastes..." It can tell by his expression that he doesn't like it. "...I think..." He's trying to think of something nice to say. "Um... it's good, but it doesn't please my palate as much as some other individuals. The bitter notes work wonderfully with the plasma, but I... I'm sorry, I don't like it. I don't like negative emotions in desserts. It's like vanilla fried frer-awk, you know? My palate is just refined in the wrong direction for me to be able to truly enjoy this."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They find Marie, not noticing they had come in, dancing in the living room alone, humming to herself.
“Do you want to do anything? Sebastian’s asleep, Domino and Tony are out preparing for their wedding, anything would be fine.”
She smiles as she watches them, rubbing their side of their face before getting a sponge, the water begins to sooth them, sighing as steam fills the bathroom.
She opens her eyes, tossing a knife out at them, making sure to miss, “Oh, my husband’s a comedian.”
He leans into their touch, closing his eyes with a sigh, “You are amazing, I love you so much.”
“You should be, I shouldn’t have to clean you, but now, we are going to do this every day.”
It hugs them back, Omori also relieved they're okay. "...It's okay... I'm not hurt..." It says, trying to comfort them back.
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)
“Of course you did, afraid I would have you dead to rights in a fight, dear?” She says, sauntering over to them, hands on her hips and a smirk on her own face.
“That sounds nice, just you, me, and something to watch.”
“Too late for your reasons, dear. I’m going to clean you every day until I’m convinced you can clean yourself, try to enjoy it.”