"All of them are important, even sight. How else would you see the beauty of everything? the greens, the blues, the darkness, the light?" He sighs happily "My eyes see only grey sadly, but I know everything is beautiful, even if I cant see the colors."
He places his fingertips over part of his body and digs into the flesh, clawing out a chunk. Blood and other fluids begin to flow, but quickly it clots like a scab. He holds out the flesh "Eat it how you see fit."
He takes the chunk. "You really can't see all the colors? The marbling on your cadaverous form is quite exquisite. It's a shame you can't see it. I'll have to cook this before I eat it. I can't eat anything raw." He rolls the hunk into a ball and flattens it (somehow), then lights it on fire. He sets it on the ground and cuddles against the Oldest Carcass.
"Imagine seeing nothing but grey, the skies, the sea, the ground, the trees.. all grey as ash but the only thing you can see the color of is red.. the deepest crimson, the brightest vermillion." He sighs happily "I am glad you can see the colors I can't, you deserve that joy."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Atticus wanders over. "You're looking good! Have the memories been extracted yet?"
She looks up at him from the ground, grinning widely. There's some slight scarring on her face where the aberrant eyes were before, the wounds magically healed. "Judging by the fact I don't remember what got me into this mess in the first place, pretty sure, yeah."
He nods and sits down. "That's good." He takes a closer look at her scars. "Your mom did a good job. I hope she returns my spoon." He looks up at the leaves. The birds have stopped chirping. "How's life been, anyway?"
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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.
He takes the chunk. "You really can't see all the colors? The marbling on your cadaverous form is quite exquisite. It's a shame you can't see it. I'll have to cook this before I eat it. I can't eat anything raw." He rolls the hunk into a ball and flattens it (somehow), then lights it on fire. He sets it on the ground and cuddles against the Oldest Carcass.
"Imagine seeing nothing but grey, the skies, the sea, the ground, the trees.. all grey as ash but the only thing you can see the color of is red.. the deepest crimson, the brightest vermillion." He sighs happily "I am glad you can see the colors I can't, you deserve that joy."
"Ha! I do, don't I?" He puts out the meat pancake and takes a bite. "Wonderful. A bit overcooked, but that's how trying new things works. It tastes like it's been dry-aged for a while." He offers some to Carrion. "Wanna try some? Also, how has your manifesto been going?"
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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.
Atticus wanders over. "You're looking good! Have the memories been extracted yet?"
She looks up at him from the ground, grinning widely. There's some slight scarring on her face where the aberrant eyes were before, the wounds magically healed. "Judging by the fact I don't remember what got me into this mess in the first place, pretty sure, yeah."
He nods and sits down. "That's good." He takes a closer look at her scars. "Your mom did a good job. I hope she returns my spoon." He looks up at the leaves. The birds have stopped chirping. "How's life been, anyway?"
The scars are all oddly circular- a byproduct of the healing magic patching up the holes in her face and skull left by the curse's transformative effects. "It's been alright. I've been trying to improve my skill in the druidic arts- primarily spell casting. Certainly better without worrying about another eldritch presence latching onto me- I've dealt with that enough for one lifetime."
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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)
*We could continue with our previous interaction of Natasha and Mavis, if you'd like, though I'm also up for a new one.*
*I do not have a preference, either one you want to do is fine with me.*
*Works with me!*
Helianth and its avatars are all tending to another 'garden' of ashen pots and writhing brambles outside the Spelljammer, assumedly creating even more avatars.
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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)
*We could continue with our previous interaction of Natasha and Mavis, if you'd like, though I'm also up for a new one.*
*I do not have a preference, either one you want to do is fine with me.*
*Works with me!*
Helianth and its avatars are all tending to another 'garden' of ashen pots and writhing brambles outside the Spelljammer, assumedly creating even more avatars.
Tim watches from the ship, being completely normal again is kind of strange to him, he kind of misses having some kind of power, and every way he had it, but now, he's just a kid.
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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 and sits down. "That's good." He takes a closer look at her scars. "Your mom did a good job. I hope she returns my spoon." He looks up at the leaves. The birds have stopped chirping. "How's life been, anyway?"
The scars are all oddly circular- a byproduct of the healing magic patching up the holes in her face and skull left by the curse's transformative effects. "It's been alright. I've been trying to improve my skill in the druidic arts- primarily spell casting. Certainly better without worrying about another eldritch presence latching onto me- I've dealt with that enough for one lifetime."
"I can imagine. Too much interaction with the eldritch can be overwhelming for some of us." He shrugs. "What spells you trying to learn?"
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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.
He takes the chunk. "You really can't see all the colors? The marbling on your cadaverous form is quite exquisite. It's a shame you can't see it. I'll have to cook this before I eat it. I can't eat anything raw." He rolls the hunk into a ball and flattens it (somehow), then lights it on fire. He sets it on the ground and cuddles against the Oldest Carcass.
"Imagine seeing nothing but grey, the skies, the sea, the ground, the trees.. all grey as ash but the only thing you can see the color of is red.. the deepest crimson, the brightest vermillion." He sighs happily "I am glad you can see the colors I can't, you deserve that joy."
"Ha! I do, don't I?" He puts out the meat pancake and takes a bite. "Wonderful. A bit overcooked, but that's how trying new things works. It tastes like it's been dry-aged for a while." He offers some to Carrion. "Wanna try some? Also, how has your manifesto been going?"
He shakes his head "I am.. not hungry. The manifesto? I hope to put something in it but my mind goes blank whenever I hold a quill." he softly confessed "Is it possible to not have a manifesto of sorts? to have no aims? I am unsure.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*We could continue with our previous interaction of Natasha and Mavis, if you'd like, though I'm also up for a new one.*
*I do not have a preference, either one you want to do is fine with me.*
*Works with me!*
Helianth and its avatars are all tending to another 'garden' of ashen pots and writhing brambles outside the Spelljammer, assumedly creating even more avatars.
Tim watches from the ship, being completely normal again is kind of strange to him, he kind of misses having some kind of power, and every way he had it, but now, he's just a kid.
The wretched sunflower steps away from its work, letting its fabrications tend to the garden in its stead as it heads inside the ship- it has an idea, and goes to find its notes.
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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 nods and sits down. "That's good." He takes a closer look at her scars. "Your mom did a good job. I hope she returns my spoon." He looks up at the leaves. The birds have stopped chirping. "How's life been, anyway?"
The scars are all oddly circular- a byproduct of the healing magic patching up the holes in her face and skull left by the curse's transformative effects. "It's been alright. I've been trying to improve my skill in the druidic arts- primarily spell casting. Certainly better without worrying about another eldritch presence latching onto me- I've dealt with that enough for one lifetime."
"I can imagine. Too much interaction with the eldritch can be overwhelming for some of us." He shrugs. "What spells you trying to learn?"
"Right now, I'm still trying to figure out Moonbeam. Might also try learning Augury- that one sounds like it'd be useful." She answers, looking up at the clouds.
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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)
*We could continue with our previous interaction of Natasha and Mavis, if you'd like, though I'm also up for a new one.*
*I do not have a preference, either one you want to do is fine with me.*
*Works with me!*
Helianth and its avatars are all tending to another 'garden' of ashen pots and writhing brambles outside the Spelljammer, assumedly creating even more avatars.
Tim watches from the ship, being completely normal again is kind of strange to him, he kind of misses having some kind of power, and every way he had it, but now, he's just a kid.
The wretched sunflower steps away from its work, letting its fabrications tend to the garden in its stead as it heads inside the ship- it has an idea, and goes to find its notes.
Tim silently follows after them, he doesn't say much, just clinging to his spell book and watching them. He hasn't eaten much, kind of simply... thinking about things.
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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.'
*We could continue with our previous interaction of Natasha and Mavis, if you'd like, though I'm also up for a new one.*
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)
"Imagine seeing nothing but grey, the skies, the sea, the ground, the trees.. all grey as ash but the only thing you can see the color of is red.. the deepest crimson, the brightest vermillion." He sighs happily "I am glad you can see the colors I can't, you deserve that joy."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He nods and sits down. "That's good." He takes a closer look at her scars. "Your mom did a good job. I hope she returns my spoon." He looks up at the leaves. The birds have stopped chirping. "How's life been, anyway?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I do not have a preference, either one you want to do is fine with me.*
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.)
"Ha! I do, don't I?" He puts out the meat pancake and takes a bite. "Wonderful. A bit overcooked, but that's how trying new things works. It tastes like it's been dry-aged for a while." He offers some to Carrion. "Wanna try some? Also, how has your manifesto been going?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I think you heard me." She downs her own, sighing as she puts down the glass, tapping the counter.
Eventually, after a while she lets up, "Now I payed ya back fer them spurs."
He nuzzles into them "I was... hoping you'd say something like that."
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.)
The scars are all oddly circular- a byproduct of the healing magic patching up the holes in her face and skull left by the curse's transformative effects. "It's been alright. I've been trying to improve my skill in the druidic arts- primarily spell casting. Certainly better without worrying about another eldritch presence latching onto me- I've dealt with that enough for one lifetime."
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)
*Works with me!*
Helianth and its avatars are all tending to another 'garden' of ashen pots and writhing brambles outside the Spelljammer, assumedly creating even more avatars.
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)
Tim watches from the ship, being completely normal again is kind of strange to him, he kind of misses having some kind of power, and every way he had it, but now, he's just a kid.
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 can imagine. Too much interaction with the eldritch can be overwhelming for some of us." He shrugs. "What spells you trying to learn?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She shrugs, pouring herself another glass, "Let me get drunk first."
She happily accepts all of the kisses, this isn't where she expect to be a while ago, but she loves it.
He gets as close as he can, rubbing her side, "Thanks..."
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 shakes his head "I am.. not hungry. The manifesto? I hope to put something in it but my mind goes blank whenever I hold a quill." he softly confessed "Is it possible to not have a manifesto of sorts? to have no aims? I am unsure.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The wretched sunflower steps away from its work, letting its fabrications tend to the garden in its stead as it heads inside the ship- it has an idea, and goes to find its notes.
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)
"Right now, I'm still trying to figure out Moonbeam. Might also try learning Augury- that one sounds like it'd be useful." She answers, looking up at the clouds.
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 stops drinking from the glass, downing the bottle, before turning to them, "I want to... kiss that face of yours." She say bluntly.
She lets them, her shirt shifting as they rest there, "Ya think so? Yer too kind, sweetheart." Her tail wraps around them.
He closes his eyes and just stays with them for as long as they will allow.
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.)
Tim silently follows after them, he doesn't say much, just clinging to his spell book and watching them. He hasn't eaten much, kind of simply... thinking about things.
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.)