Top is suddenly in the room, he's carrying nothing, because he needs nothing, "When do you want to get there?" He asks, doing knee raises to stop a bone from breaking.
They find Tim sitting on the ground nearby, he's got some cuts and a few bruises, as well as a broken nose. He knows what happened, and is currently astonished he's still alive, while crying and curled up into a ball, he's realized he wasn't able to help.
"I'm almost ready, so I should be good to go soon." She answers, managing to fit a few more things into the pack. The supplies consist of a few snacks, two bedrolls, two blank journals and a handful of pencils, a tinderbox, and a bundle of sticks for if they need to make a fire.
It moves over to beside him, visibly concerned- well, as visibly concerned as a faceless sunflower god can be. "Are you okay? What happened?"
*No apologies are necessary, it's all good! Here ya go!*
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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)
*I do think I am back, or at least am back for a fraction of a time if anyone wishes to rp. I apologize for disappearing, and I'm sorry if I disappear again.*
*all good dude. Glad to see you!*
*Oh hey dude, wanna rp or whatever? It's good to see you too.*
*I just put out my first successful coauthored SCP article and it gives me immense happiness to know I helped make something worth reading.*
*You make things worth reading all of the time, I am very happy for you. I'm just kinda, existing right now, a little paranoid about something, but it probably doesn't matter.*
*What’s up? And your concerns do matter, even if you don’t think so. Don’t invalidate your own feelings.*
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I do think I am back, or at least am back for a fraction of a time if anyone wishes to rp. I apologize for disappearing, and I'm sorry if I disappear again.*
*all good dude. Glad to see you!*
*Oh hey dude, wanna rp or whatever? It's good to see you too.*
*I just put out my first successful coauthored SCP article and it gives me immense happiness to know I helped make something worth reading.*
*You make things worth reading all of the time, I am very happy for you. I'm just kinda, existing right now, a little paranoid about something, but it probably doesn't matter.*
*What’s up? And your concerns do matter, even if you don’t think so. Don’t invalidate your own feelings.*
*I'm fine, don't worry about me, just worried people don't like the characters I make or me as a person, just paranoia.*
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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 nods. "Alright then." He ignites a long grill lighter with his free hand and taps it to the ground, igniting a ritual circle around the effigy. It doesn't melt or burn, but instead starts to move slightly, shaking a little bit as if someone were trapped inside. "Atticus Gorta, child of bloodshed and hate, the devourer of many. The Lunch Lord, the King of Hunger, the Dessert Demon. Mortal made demigod not through divine deeds but through the eyes of his fellow ravaged mortal kind." He grimaces and holds Helianth's hand tighter, but speaks unwaveringly. "We summon you. Atticus Gorta, rise."
The eyes of the cake open, revealing black pools with gold irises. It slowly raises an arm, prompting Felix to ready a spell. The construct grabs the flames and wraps them around itself, forming them into black clothes, including a leather duster, fingerless gloves, and a cowboy hat. "I admire your confidence." Atticus comments. "You remember what I did last time I was alive, don't you?" Felix steps closer to Helianth. "...Yes." "Don't be so nervous. I'm just... picking your brain a bit." Felix nods. Atticus grins, revealing razor-sharp teeth.
"So, what is your plan for me? Because you must have known that summoning circle wasn't going to hold me."
"We have summoned you because we need your help." The angel of emptiness answers, not frightened of the Lunch Lord in the least. "I... I am cursed with an eternal hunger for light and warmth. The pain of it has been remedied, but... it has been getting stronger lately. Resisting the urge has been growing increasingly difficult. Recently, I lost myself in a frenzy, with no recollection of what happened when I awoke. I don't want to hurt anyone. Please, is there some way you can help dispel this affliction?"
Felix lets Helianth do the talking.
The archmage listens closely, nodding periodically. "Forgive my curiosity, but, while I do acknowledge that you are in dire need of help... why should I help you? And please, don't use threats. Everyone uses threats, but they're not actually that effective when you are in dire straits. I'm expecting more creativity from a being of your caliber."
"...We have tried other methods, and none have worked for longer than a brief moment. I have consumed magical flames, divine essences, even the very stars themselves... but nothing sates the hunger. If you can rid me of this foul curse... I can give you a star of your own in exchange."
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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)
*I do think I am back, or at least am back for a fraction of a time if anyone wishes to rp. I apologize for disappearing, and I'm sorry if I disappear again.*
*all good dude. Glad to see you!*
*Oh hey dude, wanna rp or whatever? It's good to see you too.*
*I just put out my first successful coauthored SCP article and it gives me immense happiness to know I helped make something worth reading.*
*You make things worth reading all of the time, I am very happy for you. I'm just kinda, existing right now, a little paranoid about something, but it probably doesn't matter.*
*What’s up? And your concerns do matter, even if you don’t think so. Don’t invalidate your own feelings.*
*I'm fine, don't worry about me, just worried people don't like the characters I make or me as a person, just paranoia.*
*I like you a lot. And I really like your characters. And I’m gonna worry about you no matter what you say, because I’m your friend.*
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
Top is suddenly in the room, he's carrying nothing, because he needs nothing, "When do you want to get there?" He asks, doing knee raises to stop a bone from breaking.
They find Tim sitting on the ground nearby, he's got some cuts and a few bruises, as well as a broken nose. He knows what happened, and is currently astonished he's still alive, while crying and curled up into a ball, he's realized he wasn't able to help.
"I'm almost ready, so I should be good to go soon." She answers, managing to fit a few more things into the pack. The supplies consist of a few snacks, two bedrolls, two blank journals and a handful of pencils, a tinderbox, and a bundle of sticks for if they need to make a fire.
It moves over to beside him, visibly concerned- well, as visibly concerned as a faceless sunflower god can be. "Are you okay? What happened?"
*No apologies are necessary, it's all good! Here ya go!*
He tilts his head, smiling "How long do you think we will be out there? Did you tell your mom that we are going to be out camping together?" He says, putting his hands in his pockets, looking down at the ground "You think we would be out there, just us and the stars or something?"
They look back up to them, trembling in fear at them being so close, until they realize they are them again, muttering before putting together words "You... killed them... I tried to stop you... knocked me away..."
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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 the birth of newborns, the blood an placenta that coats their body. I am the final breath of a dying person, the last contraction of their lungs before brother death takes them. I am the creak of bones, the blinking of eyes, the muscles, the brain, the everything thats makes you a person..."
"I helped make you but now you fear me... you fear me like I am a monster.."
"I am nothing to be afraid of. I am your father, your creator. I made you beautiful, so unlike any other creation in this universe or the next."
"I am the flesh and the bone. The viscera and the marrow. I am the lord of vultures and of parasites. I am Carrion"
- The Last Voice of Carrion, the God of Flesh.
A platform of stone, carved with intricate circles in loops that chain to one another. Stone columns, once decorated with garlands of flowers and bones, now crumbled and abused. People, dressed in colorful robes of bright red, and one man, amongst them, was dressed in barely anything.
The man willingly walks to the center of the stone platform and sits down while the robed figures begin to light candles of fat, their flames nearly red. A robed figure walks up to him, holding a vial in their hands. It seems to be a powder of sorts, made of crushed bugs, ash from something, and dried leaves. The man takes the vial and nods as another figure brings forth a platter with raw meat of sorts on it, maggots writhing through the holes in the flesh, devouring the meat mindlessly. The man pours the powder out on the meat and begins to eat the flesh. The robed figures stand back, watching as the blood from the raw flesh drips down the man's chin.
One of the figures produces a censer from within the folds of their cloak, the metal sphere etched with pictures of a horrible-looking creature with many eyes and mouthes holding a thin, gaunt woman in their arms, the two lovers surrounded by the darkness of the void. Sweet-smelling smoke, like that of cinnamon and nutmeg, begins to fill the air.
One of the figures calls up to the man "Are you ready?"
The man nods back "Let us summon our savior."
*Sensational. Reminds me of Nälkä.*
Thirteen has been on a death god kick lately, so he’d almost definitely be aware of the magical fluctuations caused by this ritual. He elects to investigate.
He can see this ritual going on, the robed figures and the man on the stone platform. Magical energy seems to fill the air, making it nearly electric.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I like you a lot. And I really like your characters. And I’m gonna worry about you no matter what you say, because I’m your friend.*
*You shouldn't worry about me, even if you are my friend. I just think the new character I've made isn't someone I like playing, but I want to develop them to become someone I do like playing, but I don't think anyone wants to interact with them. Again, I'm just jumping at my own shadow, it's fine, probably.*
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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 the birth of newborns, the blood an placenta that coats their body. I am the final breath of a dying person, the last contraction of their lungs before brother death takes them. I am the creak of bones, the blinking of eyes, the muscles, the brain, the everything thats makes you a person..."
"I helped make you but now you fear me... you fear me like I am a monster.."
"I am nothing to be afraid of. I am your father, your creator. I made you beautiful, so unlike any other creation in this universe or the next."
"I am the flesh and the bone. The viscera and the marrow. I am the lord of vultures and of parasites. I am Carrion"
- The Last Voice of Carrion, the God of Flesh.
A platform of stone, carved with intricate circles in loops that chain to one another. Stone columns, once decorated with garlands of flowers and bones, now crumbled and abused. People, dressed in colorful robes of bright red, and one man, amongst them, was dressed in barely anything.
The man willingly walks to the center of the stone platform and sits down while the robed figures begin to light candles of fat, their flames nearly red. A robed figure walks up to him, holding a vial in their hands. It seems to be a powder of sorts, made of crushed bugs, ash from something, and dried leaves. The man takes the vial and nods as another figure brings forth a platter with raw meat of sorts on it, maggots writhing through the holes in the flesh, devouring the meat mindlessly. The man pours the powder out on the meat and begins to eat the flesh. The robed figures stand back, watching as the blood from the raw flesh drips down the man's chin.
One of the figures produces a censer from within the folds of their cloak, the metal sphere etched with pictures of a horrible-looking creature with many eyes and mouthes holding a thin, gaunt woman in their arms, the two lovers surrounded by the darkness of the void. Sweet-smelling smoke, like that of cinnamon and nutmeg, begins to fill the air.
One of the figures calls up to the man "Are you ready?"
The man nods back "Let us summon our savior."
*This is absolutely incredible- I love how vividly it describes everything happening!*
The Architect is wandering, feeling somewhat bloodthirsty and looking for something to kill, when she notices a faint smell in the air... nutmeg, cinnamon... and flesh. She skitters across the ground on her myriad arms, looking for the source of the scent.
She can see the robed figures, gathering around the stone platform which holds the man. The magical energy in the air is nearly electric.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Top is suddenly in the room, he's carrying nothing, because he needs nothing, "When do you want to get there?" He asks, doing knee raises to stop a bone from breaking.
They find Tim sitting on the ground nearby, he's got some cuts and a few bruises, as well as a broken nose. He knows what happened, and is currently astonished he's still alive, while crying and curled up into a ball, he's realized he wasn't able to help.
"I'm almost ready, so I should be good to go soon." She answers, managing to fit a few more things into the pack. The supplies consist of a few snacks, two bedrolls, two blank journals and a handful of pencils, a tinderbox, and a bundle of sticks for if they need to make a fire.
It moves over to beside him, visibly concerned- well, as visibly concerned as a faceless sunflower god can be. "Are you okay? What happened?"
*No apologies are necessary, it's all good! Here ya go!*
He tilts his head, smiling "How long do you think we will be out there? Did you tell your mom that we are going to be out camping together?" He says, putting his hands in his pockets, looking down at the ground "You think we would be out there, just us and the stars or something?"
They look back up to them, trembling in fear at them being so close, until they realize they are them again, muttering before putting together words "You... killed them... I tried to stop you... knocked me away..."
She chuckles a bit to herself. "I just want to be prepared for any scenario. I mean, we're going to an observatory we've never heard of before that's miles from here and possibly up in the mountains- I'd rather we be over-prepared than under-prepared."
It looks down at the ichor staining its hands, silent for a long while, shaking slightly in fear. "...I'm... I'm so sorry, Tim..." It stutters, moving slightly away from him, scared of itself.
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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)
The archmage listens closely, nodding periodically. "Forgive my curiosity, but, while I do acknowledge that you are in dire need of help... why should I help you? And please, don't use threats. Everyone uses threats, but they're not actually that effective when you are in dire straits. I'm expecting more creativity from a being of your caliber."
"...We have tried other methods, and none have worked for longer than a brief moment. I have consumed magical flames, divine essences, even the very stars themselves... but nothing sates the hunger. If you can rid me of this foul curse... I can give you a star of your own in exchange."
He strokes his chin. "That's a generous offer. Very generous. But why would ownership of a star interest me? They are, I'm sure you've noticed through your dining experiences, light years away at the closest. I have no interest in status symbols, I'm afraid."
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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.
*This is absolutely incredible- I love how vividly it describes everything happening!*
The Architect is wandering, feeling somewhat bloodthirsty and looking for something to kill, when she notices a faint smell in the air... nutmeg, cinnamon... and flesh. She skitters across the ground on her myriad arms, looking for the source of the scent.
She can see the robed figures, gathering around the stone platform which holds the man. The magical energy in the air is nearly electric.
She lurks a distance away, her myriad eyes watching from the shadows with keen interest, her mask shifting to another one that sports dozens more small eyes. Whatever's happening here, she can tell it's going to be big.
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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)
She chuckles a bit to herself. "I just want to be prepared for any scenario. I mean, we're going to an observatory we've never heard of before that's miles from here and possibly up in the mountains- I'd rather we be over-prepared than under-prepared."
It looks down at the ichor staining its hands, silent for a long while, shaking slightly in fear. "...I'm... I'm so sorry, Tim..." It stutters, moving slightly away from him, scared of itself.
He sits down and waits for them to finish up, "Oh, and if you want to get there fast you're going to have to climb onto my back, that or I could princess carry you the whole way there. Either one if fine with me."
Tim grabs them by one of the tendril like legs so they cant run away, looking back up to them, wiping away the blood that flows from their nose "D-don't go... I... I wanna help still... I don't know if I can, but I wanna try."
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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.'
The archmage listens closely, nodding periodically. "Forgive my curiosity, but, while I do acknowledge that you are in dire need of help... why should I help you? And please, don't use threats. Everyone uses threats, but they're not actually that effective when you are in dire straits. I'm expecting more creativity from a being of your caliber."
"...We have tried other methods, and none have worked for longer than a brief moment. I have consumed magical flames, divine essences, even the very stars themselves... but nothing sates the hunger. If you can rid me of this foul curse... I can give you a star of your own in exchange."
He strokes his chin. "That's a generous offer. Very generous. But why would ownership of a star interest me? They are, I'm sure you've noticed through your dining experiences, light years away at the closest. I have no interest in status symbols, I'm afraid."
"If the star itself doesn't interest you, what about its power? Through our dining experiences, we have created a way to harvest a star's core essence, and channel that essence into something more malleable. It wouldn't be light years away- once it's collected, you could hold it in the palm of your hand... well, assuming you wear star-resistant gloves. Which I can also include in the deal, if you'd like."
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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)
*This is absolutely incredible- I love how vividly it describes everything happening!*
The Architect is wandering, feeling somewhat bloodthirsty and looking for something to kill, when she notices a faint smell in the air... nutmeg, cinnamon... and flesh. She skitters across the ground on her myriad arms, looking for the source of the scent.
She can see the robed figures, gathering around the stone platform which holds the man. The magical energy in the air is nearly electric.
She lurks a distance away, her myriad eyes watching from the shadows with keen interest, her mask shifting to another one that sports dozens more small eyes. Whatever's happening here, she can tell it's going to be big.
One of the figures raises the censer and an incredibly old book that looks like it may turn to dust at any moment. The circles on the stone platform begin to glow bright red, like the fires of hell may burst from the cracks in them as the figure begins to utter words in a language far too old to be known these days.
The man on the platform begins to writhe, clutching his stomach in pain. He falls to his knees as his skin begins to split open, blood and flesh pouring forth and coating the ground. Soon, he becomes an unrecognizable puddle of viscera.
From that viscera puddle, a hand extends. Its spindly finger grip on the stone as if coming out of a hole in the stone, or a portal from the blood and flesh. A body forms, pulling itself from the grotesque mess, distorted and horrid. A head like a worm with a long mouth and no lips, teeth stained with blood glittering in the candlelight. Its body is thin and horrid, soon growing bloated and round with every second. Its four sets of arms are barely held together with bones and sinew, blindly groping at its face as if in pain.
it screams...
and it screams...
and it screams.......
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
She chuckles a bit to herself. "I just want to be prepared for any scenario. I mean, we're going to an observatory we've never heard of before that's miles from here and possibly up in the mountains- I'd rather we be over-prepared than under-prepared."
It looks down at the ichor staining its hands, silent for a long while, shaking slightly in fear. "...I'm... I'm so sorry, Tim..." It stutters, moving slightly away from him, scared of itself.
He sits down and waits for them to finish up, "Oh, and if you want to get there fast you're going to have to climb onto my back, that or I could princess carry you the whole way there. Either one if fine with me."
Tim grabs them by one of the tendril like legs so they cant run away, looking back up to them, wiping away the blood that flows from their nose "D-don't go... I... I wanna help still... I don't know if I can, but I wanna try."
"Oh, right... Hold on a second." She rustles through the bag, taking out a few of the supplies so it's not ridiculously overstuffed. "There we go- now it shouldn't be too much to carry. Don't worry, I still kept the essentials. Oh, and either way is fine with me as well." She continues, slinging the bag over her shoulder.
It stops, silent for a long while. "...Okay... I won't go, then..." It moves back to beside him. "I just... you're the only kid I've ever had... I don't wan't to hurt you... I don't want it to hurt 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)
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*No apologies are necessary, it's all good! Here ya go!*
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)
“Uh huh.” He nods.
“What’s THAT taste like?”
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Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*What’s up? And your concerns do matter, even if you don’t think so. Don’t invalidate your own feelings.*
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*I'm fine, don't worry about me, just worried people don't like the characters I make or me as a person, just paranoia.*
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.)
He laughs a little harder "That's most of the reason I wanted to come here."
"Do you know when you hit your funny bone? That strange lasting feeling."
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.)
"...We have tried other methods, and none have worked for longer than a brief moment. I have consumed magical flames, divine essences, even the very stars themselves... but nothing sates the hunger. If you can rid me of this foul curse... I can give you a star of your own in exchange."
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)
*I like you a lot. And I really like your characters. And I’m gonna worry about you no matter what you say, because I’m your friend.*
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Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
He tilts his head, smiling "How long do you think we will be out there? Did you tell your mom that we are going to be out camping together?" He says, putting his hands in his pockets, looking down at the ground "You think we would be out there, just us and the stars or something?"
They look back up to them, trembling in fear at them being so close, until they realize they are them again, muttering before putting together words "You... killed them... I tried to stop you... knocked me away..."
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.)
He can see this ritual going on, the robed figures and the man on the stone platform. Magical energy seems to fill the air, making it nearly electric.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*You shouldn't worry about me, even if you are my friend. I just think the new character I've made isn't someone I like playing, but I want to develop them to become someone I do like playing, but I don't think anyone wants to interact with them. Again, I'm just jumping at my own shadow, it's fine, probably.*
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.)
She can see the robed figures, gathering around the stone platform which holds the man. The magical energy in the air is nearly electric.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Oh hey Wendi, good to see you once more.*
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.)
She chuckles a bit to herself. "I just want to be prepared for any scenario. I mean, we're going to an observatory we've never heard of before that's miles from here and possibly up in the mountains- I'd rather we be over-prepared than under-prepared."
It looks down at the ichor staining its hands, silent for a long while, shaking slightly in fear. "...I'm... I'm so sorry, Tim..." It stutters, moving slightly away from him, scared of itself.
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 strokes his chin. "That's a generous offer. Very generous. But why would ownership of a star interest me? They are, I'm sure you've noticed through your dining experiences, light years away at the closest. I have no interest in status symbols, I'm afraid."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She lurks a distance away, her myriad eyes watching from the shadows with keen interest, her mask shifting to another one that sports dozens more small eyes. Whatever's happening here, she can tell it's going to be big.
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 sits down and waits for them to finish up, "Oh, and if you want to get there fast you're going to have to climb onto my back, that or I could princess carry you the whole way there. Either one if fine with me."
Tim grabs them by one of the tendril like legs so they cant run away, looking back up to them, wiping away the blood that flows from their nose "D-don't go... I... I wanna help still... I don't know if I can, but I wanna try."
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.)
"If the star itself doesn't interest you, what about its power? Through our dining experiences, we have created a way to harvest a star's core essence, and channel that essence into something more malleable. It wouldn't be light years away- once it's collected, you could hold it in the palm of your hand... well, assuming you wear star-resistant gloves. Which I can also include in the deal, if you'd like."
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)
“You’re some kinda thrill seeker then?”
Thirteen nods. “I see. Is that a good kind of thing to taste then?”
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
One of the figures raises the censer and an incredibly old book that looks like it may turn to dust at any moment. The circles on the stone platform begin to glow bright red, like the fires of hell may burst from the cracks in them as the figure begins to utter words in a language far too old to be known these days.
The man on the platform begins to writhe, clutching his stomach in pain. He falls to his knees as his skin begins to split open, blood and flesh pouring forth and coating the ground. Soon, he becomes an unrecognizable puddle of viscera.
From that viscera puddle, a hand extends. Its spindly finger grip on the stone as if coming out of a hole in the stone, or a portal from the blood and flesh. A body forms, pulling itself from the grotesque mess, distorted and horrid. A head like a worm with a long mouth and no lips, teeth stained with blood glittering in the candlelight. Its body is thin and horrid, soon growing bloated and round with every second. Its four sets of arms are barely held together with bones and sinew, blindly groping at its face as if in pain.
it screams...
and it screams...
and it screams.......
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Oh, right... Hold on a second." She rustles through the bag, taking out a few of the supplies so it's not ridiculously overstuffed. "There we go- now it shouldn't be too much to carry. Don't worry, I still kept the essentials. Oh, and either way is fine with me as well." She continues, slinging the bag over her shoulder.
It stops, silent for a long while. "...Okay... I won't go, then..." It moves back to beside him. "I just... you're the only kid I've ever had... I don't wan't to hurt you... I don't want it to hurt 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)