"No, it's alright- I'll get the blood." She responds, extending one of her hands. An inky tendril made of innumerable shadowy arms emerges from her palm, slithering over to the tables of laboratory equipment they've been using for their research and retrieving two vials and a pair of wine glasses. All the while, she watches the adorable little horror with all the joy in the world. "I know, they're absolutely perfect. My greatest creation yet, possibly ever."
It hugs him back for a moment, being careful not to accidentally prick him with its thorns or the cutlery of mass destruction in its hands. Once he projects himself into the ether, it leaves the ship- time to test its new creations.
"That depends on if we have other children, my dear, so far, nothing compares to our little one." He takes one of his eyes off of the child for a moment to see the vials, "Learning more about your form, dear? You seem to be comfortably shifting at least a little bit more now."
Tim feels his consciousness in another space as trickling light envelops his body in flames and radiance like some kind of protective barrier. He begins exploring the astral space with his mind, spreading out his power both in and out of the space, as Helianth can sense.
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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.'
"No, it's alright- I'll get the blood." She responds, extending one of her hands. An inky tendril made of innumerable shadowy arms emerges from her palm, slithering over to the tables of laboratory equipment they've been using for their research and retrieving two vials and a pair of wine glasses. All the while, she watches the adorable little horror with all the joy in the world. "I know, they're absolutely perfect. My greatest creation yet, possibly ever."
It hugs him back for a moment, being careful not to accidentally prick him with its thorns or the cutlery of mass destruction in its hands. Once he projects himself into the ether, it leaves the ship- time to test its new creations.
"That depends on if we have other children, my dear, so far, nothing compares to our little one." He takes one of his eyes off of the child for a moment to see the vials, "Learning more about your form, dear? You seem to be comfortably shifting at least a little bit more now."
Tim feels his consciousness in another space as trickling light envelops his body in flames and radiance like some kind of protective barrier. He begins exploring the astral space with his mind, spreading out his power both in and out of the space, as Helianth can sense.
"To an extent, yes. Learned that trick just yesterday- as much as I'm getting better at this, I'm still restricted to arms and hands." She takes one of the vials and one of the glasses, offering the other vial and glass to him. The vials contain Old Blood that is mixed with the concoction of eldritch influences she mentioned before, the blood a vibrant almost pinkish-red instead of the deep maroon it typically is.
As he drifts through the astral space, he soon encounters another presence there. Three rotating concentric rings of dark metal, inside of which is a miasma of inky darkness full of glittering lights. "Ah, a fellow angel. Welcome." the celestial starts. "What brings you here, to these starlit fields?"
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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)
"No, it's alright- I'll get the blood." She responds, extending one of her hands. An inky tendril made of innumerable shadowy arms emerges from her palm, slithering over to the tables of laboratory equipment they've been using for their research and retrieving two vials and a pair of wine glasses. All the while, she watches the adorable little horror with all the joy in the world. "I know, they're absolutely perfect. My greatest creation yet, possibly ever."
It hugs him back for a moment, being careful not to accidentally prick him with its thorns or the cutlery of mass destruction in its hands. Once he projects himself into the ether, it leaves the ship- time to test its new creations.
"That depends on if we have other children, my dear, so far, nothing compares to our little one." He takes one of his eyes off of the child for a moment to see the vials, "Learning more about your form, dear? You seem to be comfortably shifting at least a little bit more now."
Tim feels his consciousness in another space as trickling light envelops his body in flames and radiance like some kind of protective barrier. He begins exploring the astral space with his mind, spreading out his power both in and out of the space, as Helianth can sense.
"To an extent, yes. Learned that trick just yesterday- as much as I'm getting better at this, I'm still restricted to arms and hands." She takes one of the vials and one of the glasses, offering the other vial and glass to him. The vials contain Old Blood that is mixed with the concoction of eldritch influences she mentioned before, the blood a vibrant almost pinkish-red instead of the deep maroon it typically is.
As he drifts through the astral space, he soon encounters another presence there. Three rotating concentric rings of dark metal, inside of which is a miasma of inky darkness full of glittering lights. "Ah, a fellow angel. Welcome." the celestial starts. "What brings you here, to these starlit fields?"
He takes the vial, popping it over with a spare hand and emptying it into the wine glass. He puts down their nightmarish child for a moment, clinking their glasses together with a smile "Well, you are progressing faster than I could've hoped. Let us hope for the best." He downs the entire portion of blood in one go, putting down the glass and looking over to them as he waits for the result.
He looks over to them, down at his own ordinary, yet still angelic in it's own way, form "I have come seeking knowledge on what I am supposed to be, what I'm supposed to do. I seek insight on the power I hold and have held. I am Timothy, son of Aurelis, but just call me Tim." He smiles. The angel would likely recognize that name, beiing the name of Tim's father.
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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.'
"No, it's alright- I'll get the blood." She responds, extending one of her hands. An inky tendril made of innumerable shadowy arms emerges from her palm, slithering over to the tables of laboratory equipment they've been using for their research and retrieving two vials and a pair of wine glasses. All the while, she watches the adorable little horror with all the joy in the world. "I know, they're absolutely perfect. My greatest creation yet, possibly ever."
It hugs him back for a moment, being careful not to accidentally prick him with its thorns or the cutlery of mass destruction in its hands. Once he projects himself into the ether, it leaves the ship- time to test its new creations.
"That depends on if we have other children, my dear, so far, nothing compares to our little one." He takes one of his eyes off of the child for a moment to see the vials, "Learning more about your form, dear? You seem to be comfortably shifting at least a little bit more now."
Tim feels his consciousness in another space as trickling light envelops his body in flames and radiance like some kind of protective barrier. He begins exploring the astral space with his mind, spreading out his power both in and out of the space, as Helianth can sense.
"To an extent, yes. Learned that trick just yesterday- as much as I'm getting better at this, I'm still restricted to arms and hands." She takes one of the vials and one of the glasses, offering the other vial and glass to him. The vials contain Old Blood that is mixed with the concoction of eldritch influences she mentioned before, the blood a vibrant almost pinkish-red instead of the deep maroon it typically is.
As he drifts through the astral space, he soon encounters another presence there. Three rotating concentric rings of dark metal, inside of which is a miasma of inky darkness full of glittering lights. "Ah, a fellow angel. Welcome." the celestial starts. "What brings you here, to these starlit fields?"
He takes the vial, popping it over with a spare hand and emptying it into the wine glass. He puts down their nightmarish child for a moment, clinking their glasses together with a smile "Well, you are progressing faster than I could've hoped. Let us hope for the best." He downs the entire portion of blood in one go, putting down the glass and looking over to them as he waits for the result.
He looks over to them, down at his own ordinary, yet still angelic in it's own way, form "I have come seeking knowledge on what I am supposed to be, what I'm supposed to do. I seek insight on the power I hold and have held. I am Timothy, son of Aurelis, but just call me Tim." He smiles. The angel would likely recognize that name, beiing the name of Tim's father.
She empties her vial into her own glass, her mask displaying a wide smile. The nightmarish child scuttles over to their mother, climbing up her chitin plating and loosely coiling around one of her arms, making happy chirping noises the whole time. "Yes, let's hope for the best." A butterfly-like proboscis unfurls from under her mask, draining the entire glass of its contents in about four seconds. The pupils on all her armor's eyes shrink and her mask reverts to its neutral expression as she starts to notice the Old Blood's effects. She can faintly hear the whispering of something in the back of her mind, but so far no other effects arise.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tim." The star celestial responds, its rings spinning faster for a second as it senses his power. "Hmm... intriguing. Your power is celestial in origin, and partly stellar as well... but it also carries traces of something aberrant. It is different from the strength you first had. Where did you find this strength?"
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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 empties her vial into her own glass, her mask displaying a wide smile. The nightmarish child scuttles over to their mother, climbing up her chitin plating and loosely coiling around one of her arms, making happy chirping noises the whole time. "Yes, let's hope for the best." A butterfly-like proboscis unfurls from under her mask, draining the entire glass of its contents in about four seconds. The pupils on all her armor's eyes shrink and her mask reverts to its neutral expression as she starts to notice the Old Blood's effects. She can faintly hear the whispering of something in the back of her mind, but so far no other effects arise.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tim." The star celestial responds, its rings spinning faster for a second as it senses his power. "Hmm... intriguing. Your power is celestial in origin, and partly stellar as well... but it also carries traces of something aberrant. It is different from the strength you first had. Where did you find this strength?"
Nothing too drastic seems to happen as the dark energy within him begins merging with the old blood, though his skin does begin to bubble more than usual, growing and growing until popping back down to normal size. Purple electricity begins crackling along him, similar to when they did a similar experiment on a detached limb, though the electricity seems to be a result of him, combining and becoming a more stable part of him, similar to static. He looks down at himself curiously, smiling happily.
"... I can't tell you that, it comes from my parent I suppose, well... first I had some of it built into my body, then I got more when I became a god, but I gave up my power for the sake of my parent, and now I have been given a little bit of them back by my parent."
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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.'
She empties her vial into her own glass, her mask displaying a wide smile. The nightmarish child scuttles over to their mother, climbing up her chitin plating and loosely coiling around one of her arms, making happy chirping noises the whole time. "Yes, let's hope for the best." A butterfly-like proboscis unfurls from under her mask, draining the entire glass of its contents in about four seconds. The pupils on all her armor's eyes shrink and her mask reverts to its neutral expression as she starts to notice the Old Blood's effects. She can faintly hear the whispering of something in the back of her mind, but so far no other effects arise.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tim." The star celestial responds, its rings spinning faster for a second as it senses his power. "Hmm... intriguing. Your power is celestial in origin, and partly stellar as well... but it also carries traces of something aberrant. It is different from the strength you first had. Where did you find this strength?"
Nothing too drastic seems to happen as the dark energy within him begins merging with the old blood, though his skin does begin to bubble more than usual, growing and growing until popping back down to normal size. Purple electricity begins crackling along him, similar to when they did a similar experiment on a detached limb, though the electricity seems to be a result of him, combining and becoming a more stable part of him, similar to static. He looks down at himself curiously, smiling happily.
"... I can't tell you that, it comes from my parent I suppose, well... first I had some of it built into my body, then I got more when I became a god, but I gave up my power for the sake of my parent, and now I have been given a little bit of them back by my parent."
The eyes on her chitin plating start crying an inky substance, a similar dark ichor leaking from underneath her mask. She doesn't seem to be reacting to this at all, as if in some sort of trance. A while after, the reaction seems to settle, a thin layer of frost spreading across her shell as the air around her gets noticeably colder. The nightmarish child latched onto her arm doesn't seem to mind any of this. KK snaps back to reality soon after, seeming equally happy, curious, and concerned.
The angel is silent for a few seconds. "...I see. The power you hold is capable of both great creation, and great destruction. Whether you use one or both or neither, I advise that you use your strength for good. Protecting others, perhaps. As you seem to not be bound to any deity I can identify, ultimately, it is your decision."
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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 eyes on her chitin plating start crying an inky substance, a similar dark ichor leaking from underneath her mask. She doesn't seem to be reacting to this at all, as if in some sort of trance. A while after, the reaction seems to settle, a thin layer of frost spreading across her shell as the air around her gets noticeably colder. The nightmarish child latched onto her arm doesn't seem to mind any of this. KK snaps back to reality soon after, seeming equally happy, curious, and concerned.
The angel is silent for a few seconds. "...I see. The power you hold is capable of both great creation, and great destruction. Whether you use one or both or neither, I advise that you use your strength for good. Protecting others, perhaps. As you seem to not be bound to any deity I can identify, ultimately, it is your decision."
The crackling of electricity becomes a steady melody, walking over to their child and them, looking at both with that consistent smile on his face, thinking of something as his face shifts "Hmm, subtle enough changes, though seemingly controlled, as they have become part of our make up." He speaks like a scientist, not really concerned about the changes to himself, reaching down to the child with a happy expression, though still confused.
"I... I do wanna help people, but I don't know what I'm really capable of, I know that my powers are dangerous, I learned that before they became any part celestial, back when my dad told me about the bomb he placed within me. I just want to use my powers for good, but I don't know what all I can do, sometimes I'll just be hit with inspiration and create powerful spells or create similar 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.'
The eyes on her chitin plating start crying an inky substance, a similar dark ichor leaking from underneath her mask. She doesn't seem to be reacting to this at all, as if in some sort of trance. A while after, the reaction seems to settle, a thin layer of frost spreading across her shell as the air around her gets noticeably colder. The nightmarish child latched onto her arm doesn't seem to mind any of this. KK snaps back to reality soon after, seeming equally happy, curious, and concerned.
The angel is silent for a few seconds. "...I see. The power you hold is capable of both great creation, and great destruction. Whether you use one or both or neither, I advise that you use your strength for good. Protecting others, perhaps. As you seem to not be bound to any deity I can identify, ultimately, it is your decision."
The crackling of electricity becomes a steady melody, walking over to their child and them, looking at both with that consistent smile on his face, thinking of something as his face shifts "Hmm, subtle enough changes, though seemingly controlled, as they have become part of our make up." He speaks like a scientist, not really concerned about the changes to himself, reaching down to the child with a happy expression, though still confused.
"I... I do wanna help people, but I don't know what I'm really capable of, I know that my powers are dangerous, I learned that before they became any part celestial, back when my dad told me about the bomb he placed within me. I just want to use my powers for good, but I don't know what all I can do, sometimes I'll just be hit with inspiration and create powerful spells or create similar things."
*Sorry about the long delay*
The adorable little nightmare crawls from her arm onto his, not seeming to mind the ambient electricity, still chittering happily. "Yeah, I don't think it really affected me much physically. Mentally, though... I don't know." She says, still not entirely sure what the Old Blood has done to her. "I think something tried to communicate with me."
The celestial is silent for a few seconds, its rings spinning faster as it looks deeper into the nature of his power. "...From what I can sense, your power is mainly centered in the domains of Arcana, Light, and Knowledge- with faint traces of the Far domain. This combination of arcane, celestial, and aberrant... I've only heard of it once before. It gives you a great deal of influence over magic- virtually every form of magic is at your fingertips, more so than almost any mortal, even without being a true deity."
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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)
*See you around, friend. Take care of yourself, and make sure you get as much of a break as you need. :)*
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)
*Okay, I'm back, sorry for disappearing for a little bit.*
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.)
*Welcome back, friend! Would you like to continue where we last left off?*
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)
*If you would like to I can go get it for you, it would be a pleasure indeed.*
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.)
*That would be great, thank you. I think it's just a bit further up this page.*
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)
"That depends on if we have other children, my dear, so far, nothing compares to our little one." He takes one of his eyes off of the child for a moment to see the vials, "Learning more about your form, dear? You seem to be comfortably shifting at least a little bit more now."
Tim feels his consciousness in another space as trickling light envelops his body in flames and radiance like some kind of protective barrier. He begins exploring the astral space with his mind, spreading out his power both in and out of the space, as Helianth can sense.
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.)
"To an extent, yes. Learned that trick just yesterday- as much as I'm getting better at this, I'm still restricted to arms and hands." She takes one of the vials and one of the glasses, offering the other vial and glass to him. The vials contain Old Blood that is mixed with the concoction of eldritch influences she mentioned before, the blood a vibrant almost pinkish-red instead of the deep maroon it typically is.
As he drifts through the astral space, he soon encounters another presence there. Three rotating concentric rings of dark metal, inside of which is a miasma of inky darkness full of glittering lights. "Ah, a fellow angel. Welcome." the celestial starts. "What brings you here, to these starlit fields?"
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 takes the vial, popping it over with a spare hand and emptying it into the wine glass. He puts down their nightmarish child for a moment, clinking their glasses together with a smile "Well, you are progressing faster than I could've hoped. Let us hope for the best." He downs the entire portion of blood in one go, putting down the glass and looking over to them as he waits for the result.
He looks over to them, down at his own ordinary, yet still angelic in it's own way, form "I have come seeking knowledge on what I am supposed to be, what I'm supposed to do. I seek insight on the power I hold and have held. I am Timothy, son of Aurelis, but just call me Tim." He smiles. The angel would likely recognize that name, beiing the name of Tim's father.
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 empties her vial into her own glass, her mask displaying a wide smile. The nightmarish child scuttles over to their mother, climbing up her chitin plating and loosely coiling around one of her arms, making happy chirping noises the whole time. "Yes, let's hope for the best." A butterfly-like proboscis unfurls from under her mask, draining the entire glass of its contents in about four seconds. The pupils on all her armor's eyes shrink and her mask reverts to its neutral expression as she starts to notice the Old Blood's effects. She can faintly hear the whispering of something in the back of her mind, but so far no other effects arise.
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tim." The star celestial responds, its rings spinning faster for a second as it senses his power. "Hmm... intriguing. Your power is celestial in origin, and partly stellar as well... but it also carries traces of something aberrant. It is different from the strength you first had. Where did you find this strength?"
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)
Nothing too drastic seems to happen as the dark energy within him begins merging with the old blood, though his skin does begin to bubble more than usual, growing and growing until popping back down to normal size. Purple electricity begins crackling along him, similar to when they did a similar experiment on a detached limb, though the electricity seems to be a result of him, combining and becoming a more stable part of him, similar to static. He looks down at himself curiously, smiling happily.
"... I can't tell you that, it comes from my parent I suppose, well... first I had some of it built into my body, then I got more when I became a god, but I gave up my power for the sake of my parent, and now I have been given a little bit of them back by my parent."
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 eyes on her chitin plating start crying an inky substance, a similar dark ichor leaking from underneath her mask. She doesn't seem to be reacting to this at all, as if in some sort of trance. A while after, the reaction seems to settle, a thin layer of frost spreading across her shell as the air around her gets noticeably colder. The nightmarish child latched onto her arm doesn't seem to mind any of this. KK snaps back to reality soon after, seeming equally happy, curious, and concerned.
The angel is silent for a few seconds. "...I see. The power you hold is capable of both great creation, and great destruction. Whether you use one or both or neither, I advise that you use your strength for good. Protecting others, perhaps. As you seem to not be bound to any deity I can identify, ultimately, it is your decision."
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 crackling of electricity becomes a steady melody, walking over to their child and them, looking at both with that consistent smile on his face, thinking of something as his face shifts "Hmm, subtle enough changes, though seemingly controlled, as they have become part of our make up." He speaks like a scientist, not really concerned about the changes to himself, reaching down to the child with a happy expression, though still confused.
"I... I do wanna help people, but I don't know what I'm really capable of, I know that my powers are dangerous, I learned that before they became any part celestial, back when my dad told me about the bomb he placed within me. I just want to use my powers for good, but I don't know what all I can do, sometimes I'll just be hit with inspiration and create powerful spells or create similar 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.)
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I am back, sorry I took so long, dnd club.*
*Ello folks :)*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I made an extremely bipolar Scottish ship captain who is an extreme gay man.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Sorry about the long delay*
The adorable little nightmare crawls from her arm onto his, not seeming to mind the ambient electricity, still chittering happily. "Yeah, I don't think it really affected me much physically. Mentally, though... I don't know." She says, still not entirely sure what the Old Blood has done to her. "I think something tried to communicate with me."
The celestial is silent for a few seconds, its rings spinning faster as it looks deeper into the nature of his power. "...From what I can sense, your power is mainly centered in the domains of Arcana, Light, and Knowledge- with faint traces of the Far domain. This combination of arcane, celestial, and aberrant... I've only heard of it once before. It gives you a great deal of influence over magic- virtually every form of magic is at your fingertips, more so than almost any mortal, even without being a true deity."
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 also back, and I've been inspired by ENA from Dream BBQ*
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.)