They hear a loud thud, as though something quite large and quite heavy had dropped a great distance onto the train station platform and broken the ceramic-tiled stone, followed by the tap-tap-tapping of numerous legs, like some giant horrific centipede was skittering their way. They can immediately sense an immense amount of Dark Energy in the air as the creature draws near, along with the smell of burnt-out wires and... caramel corn? The skittering stops, an eerie porcelain mask barely visible in the shadows, looking at him. "...Stigmata?"
Mavis sees the scene, not entirely sure how to react- and especially confused when Jacob just starts walking away as though he doesn't have multiple bullet wounds. "Oh my gods, what happened?" She starts, slinging the pack on her shoulder over to in front of her and looking through it for something to help.
"Oh, hello." He gives a little wave. "You seem... scary. Yes, I am Stigmata. Why do you ask."
"Nothing to worry about." He says gently. "If you are a medic, please check on the man I just hurt. He probably was just doing what he was told, or trying to get his hands on some money. Nothing to be upset about." He pulls out a small knife and cuts some mushrooms off a tree. "Well, upset at him about."
"I wasn't sure at first if it was you. I know we haven't talked in a while. It's good to see you again." The mask retreats back into the shadows, and a few seconds of the sound of snapping bones and chitin later, the Architect steps forward in her more humanoid form, waving back with one of her hands. "Oh, right, I almost forgot. It's me, KK. I don't blame you if you didn't recognize me."
She hesitates for a second, but goes over to the wounded man and gives him a simple healing potion- the recipe for which she learned from Thorfinn- before going back. She produces a second one from her pack of assorted gear, offering it to 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)
"Hey, Donn." She responds. She's smiling a bit, but it's a sad sort of smile. "...Does it hurt? The rotting, I mean." She asks, concerned.
After a while, the angel of emptiness looks behind itself back at him, shifting its wings as to see them more clearly. "Hello again, Carrion." It starts. "Whatever are you doing with so many bandages, if I may ask? Are you hurt?"
"A bit.. But it quiets my anger, the pain, it helps me feel something." he says softly "But knowing the fey, I can't really die.."
"Not hurt, no no. I am making myself look human in some way I suppose." he chuckles.
"That's good- that you can't die from this, I mean." She responds, moving slightly closer. "I'm sorry all this is happening. I wish I could help somehow."
It chuckles a bit as well. "I know this may be a foolish question, but... why?" It asks. "You're a god- a powerful one, at that. Why hide your splendor?"
"It is okay Omori, you are better than I in terms of kindness and compassion. I wish more people had that.." He sighs.
"Men shave their beards, women put on makeup, all to make themselves look good. I have a date with my beloved Atticus and I want to be smaller, more huggable and less threatening when in public."
"...I wish that was the case too." She responds, lying down in the dirt again, looking up at the trees.
"I understand." It starts, turning to look at them properly. "I can understand the first two reasons, at least."
He nods and closes his eyes "Would you like to pet the goats?" he asks.
"Screaming is not a lovely sound, especially if you caused it." he sighs sadly
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"It's not for you." He says simply. He unloads it, revealing that the shells have the words Deserter and Foolish on them. He loads the shells back in and offers the weapon again.
"I guess that makes sense..." he mumbles. "But I think you're fine how you are. If people want to take issue with you, let them."
"I just wanted to check on you. Make sure you were okay." He turns away.
Donn snorts and takes the gun. Suddenly, the barrel breaks like glass in his hands, the shells falling to the ground where he stomps on them, turning them to dust. "You think I want to kill you? That you deserve death? Please, don't make me laugh Egregore." he bares sharp teeth, curling his lips back "Tell me, why did you leave me? Not a word, just a sudden absence.."
"I suppose. But if I become smaller than I usually am, I can easily hug you now." he hugs him as an example, chuckling happily.
"Curiosity disguised as concern, lovely." he says sarcastically "What do you really want?"
"..." He bows his head. "I was... changing. And I was afraid you wouldn't love the new me. I thought you might be happier with someone else. That the kids would be happier. It's a (GP) excuse. It has no logic to it. I was hoping to die before I had to say it." He goes silent. "You didn't deserve any of this."
He nods, lifting himself up on Carrion in order to reciprocate more easily. "That is a bonus."
"I was worried you had taken a disliking to me. I wanted to know why."
Donn sighs, pawing the ground with a hoof "Why didn't you tell me?.."
Carrion grins behind the bandages "Now you are getting it."
Rydian raises a brow "I was nice to you yet you asked me to change as if I owed you anything at all." he said, his tone clipped.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"That's good- that you can't die from this, I mean." She responds, moving slightly closer. "I'm sorry all this is happening. I wish I could help somehow."
It chuckles a bit as well. "I know this may be a foolish question, but... why?" It asks. "You're a god- a powerful one, at that. Why hide your splendor?"
"It is okay Omori, you are better than I in terms of kindness and compassion. I wish more people had that.." He sighs.
"Men shave their beards, women put on makeup, all to make themselves look good. I have a date with my beloved Atticus and I want to be smaller, more huggable and less threatening when in public."
"...I wish that was the case too." She responds, lying down in the dirt again, looking up at the trees.
"I understand." It starts, turning to look at them properly. "I can understand the first two reasons, at least."
He nods and closes his eyes "Would you like to pet the goats?" he asks.
"Screaming is not a lovely sound, especially if you caused it." he sighs sadly
"...Sure, if you don't mind." She responds. "I think it'd be a good idea for you to pet the goats too. It might help a little bit."
It nods in understanding. "I get that. Normally, I try to reassure them that I mean no harm- 'be not afraid' and such- but... that usually leads to more screaming."
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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)
"Oh, hello." He gives a little wave. "You seem... scary. Yes, I am Stigmata. Why do you ask."
"Nothing to worry about." He says gently. "If you are a medic, please check on the man I just hurt. He probably was just doing what he was told, or trying to get his hands on some money. Nothing to be upset about." He pulls out a small knife and cuts some mushrooms off a tree. "Well, upset at him about."
"I wasn't sure at first if it was you. I know we haven't talked in a while. It's good to see you again." The mask retreats back into the shadows, and a few seconds of the sound of snapping bones and chitin later, the Architect steps forward in her more humanoid form, waving back with one of her hands. "Oh, right, I almost forgot. It's me, KK. I don't blame you if you didn't recognize me."
She hesitates for a second, but goes over to the wounded man and gives him a simple healing potion- the recipe for which she learned from Thorfinn- before going back. She produces a second one from her pack of assorted gear, offering it to him.
"Ah, KK! You're looking very well this evening. How did the wedding go?" He sits down on a bench.
Jacob shakes his head. "I can handle it. I'm already healing. But do you have any tweezers? I don't want any more encysted bullets in my system."
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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.
"That's good- that you can't die from this, I mean." She responds, moving slightly closer. "I'm sorry all this is happening. I wish I could help somehow."
It chuckles a bit as well. "I know this may be a foolish question, but... why?" It asks. "You're a god- a powerful one, at that. Why hide your splendor?"
"It is okay Omori, you are better than I in terms of kindness and compassion. I wish more people had that.." He sighs.
"Men shave their beards, women put on makeup, all to make themselves look good. I have a date with my beloved Atticus and I want to be smaller, more huggable and less threatening when in public."
"...I wish that was the case too." She responds, lying down in the dirt again, looking up at the trees.
"I understand." It starts, turning to look at them properly. "I can understand the first two reasons, at least."
He nods and closes his eyes "Would you like to pet the goats?" he asks.
"Screaming is not a lovely sound, especially if you caused it." he sighs sadly
"...Sure, if you don't mind." She responds. "I think it'd be a good idea for you to pet the goats too. It might help a little bit."
It nods in understanding. "I get that. Normally, I try to reassure them that I mean no harm- 'be not afraid' and such- but... that usually leads to more screaming."
A few of the goats seem to wander over. Two adults and three kids. The kids jump on Donn's back, bleating happily while the adults nuzzle Omori.
"Unfortunately." He chuckles "Its beautiful that you are able to be loved by the townsfolk."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"..." He bows his head. "I was... changing. And I was afraid you wouldn't love the new me. I thought you might be happier with someone else. That the kids would be happier. It's a (GP) excuse. It has no logic to it. I was hoping to die before I had to say it." He goes silent. "You didn't deserve any of this."
He nods, lifting himself up on Carrion in order to reciprocate more easily. "That is a bonus."
"I was worried you had taken a disliking to me. I wanted to know why."
Donn sighs, pawing the ground with a hoof "Why didn't you tell me?.."
Carrion grins behind the bandages "Now you are getting it."
Rydian raises a brow "I was nice to you yet you asked me to change as if I owed you anything at all." he said, his tone clipped.
"I have no answer. Fear is not an excuse for evil acts anymore than anger is." He doesn't look up. "I don't expect forgiveness, nor do I ask for it. In fact, I ask that you do not forgive me. I hurt you instead of loving you. That's not what a good lover does."
He nods, rubbing his cheek against Flesh Boyfriend in the process.
"I asked you to respect me and treat me as an equal. Is that unreasonable?" He looks back at Ryadian.
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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.
"Oh, hello." He gives a little wave. "You seem... scary. Yes, I am Stigmata. Why do you ask."
"Nothing to worry about." He says gently. "If you are a medic, please check on the man I just hurt. He probably was just doing what he was told, or trying to get his hands on some money. Nothing to be upset about." He pulls out a small knife and cuts some mushrooms off a tree. "Well, upset at him about."
"I wasn't sure at first if it was you. I know we haven't talked in a while. It's good to see you again." The mask retreats back into the shadows, and a few seconds of the sound of snapping bones and chitin later, the Architect steps forward in her more humanoid form, waving back with one of her hands. "Oh, right, I almost forgot. It's me, KK. I don't blame you if you didn't recognize me."
She hesitates for a second, but goes over to the wounded man and gives him a simple healing potion- the recipe for which she learned from Thorfinn- before going back. She produces a second one from her pack of assorted gear, offering it to him.
"Ah, KK! You're looking very well this evening. How did the wedding go?" He sits down on a bench.
Jacob shakes his head. "I can handle it. I'm already healing. But do you have any tweezers? I don't want any more encysted bullets in my system."
"Thank you, and it went great! The best day of his life and mine." She responds, skittering over on spider-like legs emerging from her back and sitting on the opposite end of the bench. "A lot has happened since we last talked, as you've probably guessed. How have you been?"
She searches through her pack for a second, producing a pair of tweezers and offering it to him. "Any more? How often does this happen?"
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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 wish that was the case too." She responds, lying down in the dirt again, looking up at the trees.
"I understand." It starts, turning to look at them properly. "I can understand the first two reasons, at least."
He nods and closes his eyes "Would you like to pet the goats?" he asks.
"Screaming is not a lovely sound, especially if you caused it." he sighs sadly
"...Sure, if you don't mind." She responds. "I think it'd be a good idea for you to pet the goats too. It might help a little bit."
It nods in understanding. "I get that. Normally, I try to reassure them that I mean no harm- 'be not afraid' and such- but... that usually leads to more screaming."
A few of the goats seem to wander over. Two adults and three kids. The kids jump on Donn's back, bleating happily while the adults nuzzle Omori.
"Unfortunately." He chuckles "Its beautiful that you are able to be loved by the townsfolk."
She sits upright and pets the both of them. One of the goats tries to eat her hair, but she quickly stops them, laughing a bit. "I don't think it's a good idea to be doing this in the forest. It's making things sick here."
"...I am? Last I checked, the town broke into a panic from just seeing me nearby." It chuckles as well.
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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 bows his head. "I was... changing. And I was afraid you wouldn't love the new me. I thought you might be happier with someone else. That the kids would be happier. It's a (GP) excuse. It has no logic to it. I was hoping to die before I had to say it." He goes silent. "You didn't deserve any of this."
He nods, lifting himself up on Carrion in order to reciprocate more easily. "That is a bonus."
"I was worried you had taken a disliking to me. I wanted to know why."
Donn sighs, pawing the ground with a hoof "Why didn't you tell me?.."
Carrion grins behind the bandages "Now you are getting it."
Rydian raises a brow "I was nice to you yet you asked me to change as if I owed you anything at all." he said, his tone clipped.
"I have no answer. Fear is not an excuse for evil acts anymore than anger is." He doesn't look up. "I don't expect forgiveness, nor do I ask for it. In fact, I ask that you do not forgive me. I hurt you instead of loving you. That's not what a good lover does."
He nods, rubbing his cheek against Flesh Boyfriend in the process.
"I asked you to respect me and treat me as an equal. Is that unreasonable?" He looks back at Ryadian.
Donn sighs, exhaling smoke from his middle mouth "I am mad, I am beyond mad. I began to think I was the monster that people always talked about in hushed whispers.. My own children moved away, my best friend stopped speaking to me, and then you.. you left me." He says, his tone is a bit bitter before turning softer "But my heart is still a soft fleshy organ, something that still loves you even if you have failed me. That is what love is meant to be, even if someone fails you still try to do better."
Carrion nuzzles back, holding him tight "What would you like to do tonight on our date?"
"Can you get a leopard to change its spots?" he raises a brow.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"...I wish that was the case too." She responds, lying down in the dirt again, looking up at the trees.
"I understand." It starts, turning to look at them properly. "I can understand the first two reasons, at least."
He nods and closes his eyes "Would you like to pet the goats?" he asks.
"Screaming is not a lovely sound, especially if you caused it." he sighs sadly
"...Sure, if you don't mind." She responds. "I think it'd be a good idea for you to pet the goats too. It might help a little bit."
It nods in understanding. "I get that. Normally, I try to reassure them that I mean no harm- 'be not afraid' and such- but... that usually leads to more screaming."
A few of the goats seem to wander over. Two adults and three kids. The kids jump on Donn's back, bleating happily while the adults nuzzle Omori.
"Unfortunately." He chuckles "Its beautiful that you are able to be loved by the townsfolk."
She sits upright and pets the both of them. One of the goats tries to eat her hair, but she quickly stops them, laughing a bit. "I don't think it's a good idea to be doing this in the forest. It's making things sick here."
"...I am? Last I checked, the town broke into a panic from just seeing me nearby." It chuckles as well.
"They are like family to me." he said, curling his hooves under himself "Creatures not often thought about lovingly."
"They have their own opinions about how things should look.." he grumbles.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*I am here, kinda, sort of, if anyone wants to rp or whatever.*
*Sure, I'd love to rp! Any specific character(s) you want?*
*Absolutely not, do you have any specific characters that you want?*
*Nope- feel free to use whoever!*
KK is back at the warehouse, playing the piano as the eyes on her chitin plating watch their new nightmare child and make sure they don't try anything mischievous. The little creature has already figured out how to walk (at least, somewhat) and is skittering about the wide open building, curiously exploring their new home.
Helianth is in the Starshredder, making a few final adjustments on its new artifacts- the God Eater's Cutlery- before it fully imbues them with divine power.
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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)
"Ah, KK! You're looking very well this evening. How did the wedding go?" He sits down on a bench.
Jacob shakes his head. "I can handle it. I'm already healing. But do you have any tweezers? I don't want any more encysted bullets in my system."
"Thank you, and it went great! The best day of his life and mine." She responds, skittering over on spider-like legs emerging from her back and sitting on the opposite end of the bench. "A lot has happened since we last talked, as you've probably guessed. How have you been?"
She searches through her pack for a second, producing a pair of tweezers and offering it to him. "Any more? How often does this happen?"
"Super depressed. Haven't done much."
He digs into his wounds, wincing and pulling out bullets and spilling a lot of blood. "Often. Anyway, what brings you around here?"
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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.
"I wasn't sure at first if it was you. I know we haven't talked in a while. It's good to see you again." The mask retreats back into the shadows, and a few seconds of the sound of snapping bones and chitin later, the Architect steps forward in her more humanoid form, waving back with one of her hands. "Oh, right, I almost forgot. It's me, KK. I don't blame you if you didn't recognize me."
She hesitates for a second, but goes over to the wounded man and gives him a simple healing potion- the recipe for which she learned from Thorfinn- before going back. She produces a second one from her pack of assorted gear, offering it to 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)
He nods and closes his eyes "Would you like to pet the goats?" he asks.
"Screaming is not a lovely sound, especially if you caused it." he sighs sadly
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Donn sighs, pawing the ground with a hoof "Why didn't you tell me?.."
Carrion grins behind the bandages "Now you are getting it."
Rydian raises a brow "I was nice to you yet you asked me to change as if I owed you anything at all." he said, his tone clipped.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
(wanna rp Wendo)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
"...Sure, if you don't mind." She responds. "I think it'd be a good idea for you to pet the goats too. It might help a little bit."
It nods in understanding. "I get that. Normally, I try to reassure them that I mean no harm- 'be not afraid' and such- but... that usually leads to more screaming."
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)
"Ah, KK! You're looking very well this evening. How did the wedding go?" He sits down on a bench.
Jacob shakes his head. "I can handle it. I'm already healing. But do you have any tweezers? I don't want any more encysted bullets in my system."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A few of the goats seem to wander over. Two adults and three kids. The kids jump on Donn's back, bleating happily while the adults nuzzle Omori.
"Unfortunately." He chuckles "Its beautiful that you are able to be loved by the townsfolk."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I have no answer. Fear is not an excuse for evil acts anymore than anger is." He doesn't look up. "I don't expect forgiveness, nor do I ask for it. In fact, I ask that you do not forgive me. I hurt you instead of loving you. That's not what a good lover does."
He nods, rubbing his cheek against Flesh Boyfriend in the process.
"I asked you to respect me and treat me as an equal. Is that unreasonable?" He looks back at Ryadian.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thank you, and it went great! The best day of his life and mine." She responds, skittering over on spider-like legs emerging from her back and sitting on the opposite end of the bench. "A lot has happened since we last talked, as you've probably guessed. How have you been?"
She searches through her pack for a second, producing a pair of tweezers and offering it to him. "Any more? How often does this happen?"
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 am here, kinda, sort of, if anyone wants to rp or whatever.*
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.)
(sure :>)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire
She sits upright and pets the both of them. One of the goats tries to eat her hair, but she quickly stops them, laughing a bit. "I don't think it's a good idea to be doing this in the forest. It's making things sick here."
"...I am? Last I checked, the town broke into a panic from just seeing me nearby." It chuckles as well.
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)
*Sure, I'd love to rp! Any specific character(s) you want?*
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)
*Who do you want?*
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.)
Donn sighs, exhaling smoke from his middle mouth "I am mad, I am beyond mad. I began to think I was the monster that people always talked about in hushed whispers.. My own children moved away, my best friend stopped speaking to me, and then you.. you left me." He says, his tone is a bit bitter before turning softer "But my heart is still a soft fleshy organ, something that still loves you even if you have failed me. That is what love is meant to be, even if someone fails you still try to do better."
Carrion nuzzles back, holding him tight "What would you like to do tonight on our date?"
"Can you get a leopard to change its spots?" he raises a brow.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Absolutely not, do you have any specific characters that you want?*
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.)
"They are like family to me." he said, curling his hooves under himself "Creatures not often thought about lovingly."
"They have their own opinions about how things should look.." he grumbles.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Nope- feel free to use whoever!*
KK is back at the warehouse, playing the piano as the eyes on her chitin plating watch their new nightmare child and make sure they don't try anything mischievous. The little creature has already figured out how to walk (at least, somewhat) and is skittering about the wide open building, curiously exploring their new home.
Helianth is in the Starshredder, making a few final adjustments on its new artifacts- the God Eater's Cutlery- before it fully imbues them with divine power.
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)
"Super depressed. Haven't done much."
He digs into his wounds, wincing and pulling out bullets and spilling a lot of blood. "Often. Anyway, what brings you around here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(I have no idea who you have)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I am failure and perfection
Without grace, but I am tired
Of walking life like it's a wire