*I am getting sent home from work. Im the only one here and y boss doesn't want me to be here alone so he said for me to take the rest of the day off.*
*Oh, that sounds like a good thing, is that a good thing? I hope that's a good thing.*
*I am getting sent home from work. Im the only one here and y boss doesn't want me to be here alone so he said for me to take the rest of the day off.*
*Oh, that sounds like a good thing, is that a good thing? I hope that's a good thing.*
*I am getting sent home from work. Im the only one here and y boss doesn't want me to be here alone so he said for me to take the rest of the day off.*
*Oh, that sounds like a good thing, is that a good thing? I hope that's a good thing.*
*I dont know.*
*I guess I'll have to hope it's a good thing, I worry about you and all the things you deal with Wendi.*
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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.'
*I am getting sent home from work. Im the only one here and y boss doesn't want me to be here alone so he said for me to take the rest of the day off.*
(hi wendo)
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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
He taps his tiny claws and does some small warm-ups, then proceeds to sing.
"Cross my heart, I lost my soul, I let my demons in and they took control. I'd burn a thousand lives if it made me whole, They tried to take my life, and it made me cold. Through the day, through the night, The abuse through my life, Made me numb, you can't save me, I won't be alright. So now it's cross my heart, I lost my soul, I let my demons in and they took control..."
He tries to keep pace with their singing and not overshadowing it with his playing, bobbing his head to the music, enjoying every little bit, every moment of the song. His smile grows to a joyful expression.
After a bit, he finishes his song and sighs. "I don't know many nice songs. Fun, but always grim. I need to learn some happy ones." He lays against his shrine.
*I am getting sent home from work. Im the only one here and y boss doesn't want me to be here alone so he said for me to take the rest of the day off.*
*Oh, that sounds like a good thing, is that a good thing? I hope that's a good thing.*
*I dont know.*
*I guess I'll have to hope it's a good thing, I worry about you and all the things you deal with Wendi.*
*I am getting sent home from work. Im the only one here and y boss doesn't want me to be here alone so he said for me to take the rest of the day off.*
*Oh, that sounds like a good thing, is that a good thing? I hope that's a good thing.*
*I dont know.*
*I guess I'll have to hope it's a good thing, I worry about you and all the things you deal with Wendi.*
*Its fine.*
*... If you say so Wendi, I'll try to believe you.*
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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.'
"...I'm disappointed in them as well. They can't really hurt me- not in a way that matters- but... it still stings." She turns to face him. "I'll try not to hurt them either, but if she tries to go after either of us, she's getting her joints rearranged."
He looks up to them, hugging them softly, "Feel the need not to, dear. You shouldn't have to harm an old friend, and don't discount emotional harm, it takes longer to heal because it cuts deeper." He pulls back, turning back to the ocean.
"You're right. I shouldn't have to, but I will if necessary." She is silent for a while again. "The important thing is that however they try to hurt us, it'll heal with time."
"If you say so, trust that I will remain by your side for the rest of eternity." He sighs, the black bile falling off of his bones, beginning to form something in front of him.
"And I'm staying by your side as well. Not going anywhere anytime soon." She looks back over at him with all the eyes adorning her chitinous armor, a smile on her mask.
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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)
After a bit, he finishes his song and sighs. "I don't know many nice songs. Fun, but always grim. I need to learn some happy ones." He lays against his shrine.
"Happy songs are much less true than grim ones. The most fun songs are usually grim when you think about them." He puts down his instrument, leaning against the base of a tree.
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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.'
"And I'm staying by your side as well. Not going anywhere anytime soon." She looks back over at him with all the eyes adorning her chitinous armor, a smile on her mask.
His skeletal body looks back at her for a moment as his 'flesh' begins to form a piano. He looks back to it, before beginning to play and sing, his music seeming more refined than ever before.
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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.'
"Yeah..." He sits down, blinking his spiral eyes as if to clear his head. "You look so cool! And you have so many arms for hugging!"
She chuckles a bit. "Thank you. I think this new form might be one of my best works yet." She replies, setting down her brushes and stepping a bit away from the canvas towards him, carried across the mangled slurry that is the shoreline on many, many arms. "How have you been?"
"Well, I've been trying to do better with my mental health. Self-love is important, and I haven't been doing that." He sits down on his steel tackle box. "How about you?"
"And I'm staying by your side as well. Not going anywhere anytime soon." She looks back over at him with all the eyes adorning her chitinous armor, a smile on her mask.
His skeletal body looks back at her for a moment as his 'flesh' begins to form a piano. He looks back to it, before beginning to play and sing, his music seeming more refined than ever before.
She listens intently, faintly humming to the melody herself. One of her far, far too many hands slowly reaches over to the piano, adding an accompanying melody- just a few notes here and there.
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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)
"And I'm staying by your side as well. Not going anywhere anytime soon." She looks back over at him with all the eyes adorning her chitinous armor, a smile on her mask.
His skeletal body looks back at her for a moment as his 'flesh' begins to form a piano. He looks back to it, before beginning to play and sing, his music seeming more refined than ever before.
She listens intently, faintly humming to the melody herself. One of her far, far too many hands slowly reaches over to the piano, adding an accompanying melody- just a few notes here and there.
Each little key adds to the melody as a whole perfectly. The keys don't feel right, or wouldn't to most, but to KK they would feel more normal than anything they've ever felt, the perfect feeling for the both of 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.'
After a bit, he finishes his song and sighs. "I don't know many nice songs. Fun, but always grim. I need to learn some happy ones." He lays against his shrine.
"Happy songs are much less true than grim ones. The most fun songs are usually grim when you think about them." He puts down his instrument, leaning against the base of a tree.
Felix nods. "So, do you care for any gods?" He pulls out a strange little machine with fine metal parts and begins to tinker with it. It looks kind of like a clock without a face.
"Yeah..." He sits down, blinking his spiral eyes as if to clear his head. "You look so cool! And you have so many arms for hugging!"
She chuckles a bit. "Thank you. I think this new form might be one of my best works yet." She replies, setting down her brushes and stepping a bit away from the canvas towards him, carried across the mangled slurry that is the shoreline on many, many arms. "How have you been?"
"Well, I've been trying to do better with my mental health. Self-love is important, and I haven't been doing that." He sits down on his steel tackle box. "How about you?"
"That's good- it's always important to take time for oneself every so often." She starts, her mannequin-centipede lower half coiling into itself as she lowers a bit closer to his eye level. "I've been busy- a lot has happened in only a short amount of time. That's part of the reason why I'm here. Somewhere quiet where one can organize their thoughts, you know?"
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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)
After a bit, he finishes his song and sighs. "I don't know many nice songs. Fun, but always grim. I need to learn some happy ones." He lays against his shrine.
"Happy songs are much less true than grim ones. The most fun songs are usually grim when you think about them." He puts down his instrument, leaning against the base of a tree.
Felix nods. "So, do you care for any gods?" He pulls out a strange little machine with fine metal parts and begins to tinker with it. It looks kind of like a clock without a face.
He watches them work on the machine curiously, "Not many, I never remain anywhere for very long for the sake of the places I remain, but I've seen some who serve gods that are honorable, it has made me consider worship." He says, taking out two knitting needles and a yarn ball.
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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.'
"And I'm staying by your side as well. Not going anywhere anytime soon." She looks back over at him with all the eyes adorning her chitinous armor, a smile on her mask.
His skeletal body looks back at her for a moment as his 'flesh' begins to form a piano. He looks back to it, before beginning to play and sing, his music seeming more refined than ever before.
She listens intently, faintly humming to the melody herself. One of her far, far too many hands slowly reaches over to the piano, adding an accompanying melody- just a few notes here and there.
Each little key adds to the melody as a whole perfectly. The keys don't feel right, or wouldn't to most, but to KK they would feel more normal than anything they've ever felt, the perfect feeling for the both of them.
She continues to add to the melody in this way until it concludes, happy with how normal this feels to her- though, whether that says more about the current circumstances or her shattered mind is anyone's guess.
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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)
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*Oh, that sounds like a good thing, is that a good thing? I hope that's a good thing.*
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 dont know.*
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
*I guess I'll have to hope it's a good thing, I worry about you and all the things you deal with Wendi.*
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.)
(hi wendo)
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
After a bit, he finishes his song and sighs. "I don't know many nice songs. Fun, but always grim. I need to learn some happy ones." He lays against his shrine.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Its fine.*
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
*... If you say so Wendi, I'll try to believe you.*
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.)
"And I'm staying by your side as well. Not going anywhere anytime soon." She looks back over at him with all the eyes adorning her chitinous armor, a smile on her mask.
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)
"Happy songs are much less true than grim ones. The most fun songs are usually grim when you think about them." He puts down his instrument, leaning against the base of a tree.
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.)
His skeletal body looks back at her for a moment as his 'flesh' begins to form a piano. He looks back to it, before beginning to play and sing, his music seeming more refined than ever before.
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.)
"Well, I've been trying to do better with my mental health. Self-love is important, and I haven't been doing that." He sits down on his steel tackle box. "How about you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She listens intently, faintly humming to the melody herself. One of her far, far too many hands slowly reaches over to the piano, adding an accompanying melody- just a few notes here and there.
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)
Each little key adds to the melody as a whole perfectly. The keys don't feel right, or wouldn't to most, but to KK they would feel more normal than anything they've ever felt, the perfect feeling for the both of 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.)
Felix nods. "So, do you care for any gods?" He pulls out a strange little machine with fine metal parts and begins to tinker with it. It looks kind of like a clock without a face.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"That's good- it's always important to take time for oneself every so often." She starts, her mannequin-centipede lower half coiling into itself as she lowers a bit closer to his eye level. "I've been busy- a lot has happened in only a short amount of time. That's part of the reason why I'm here. Somewhere quiet where one can organize their thoughts, you know?"
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 watches them work on the machine curiously, "Not many, I never remain anywhere for very long for the sake of the places I remain, but I've seen some who serve gods that are honorable, it has made me consider worship." He says, taking out two knitting needles and a yarn ball.
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.)
*gtg for a while*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*See you around, dearest friend.*
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.)
*Farewell for now, friend. May we meet again some sunny day!*
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)
She continues to add to the melody in this way until it concludes, happy with how normal this feels to her- though, whether that says more about the current circumstances or her shattered mind is anyone's guess.
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)