Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Scott is sitting in the tavern, sipping coffee.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
the metal cat curls up around her leg
Isaac is a table over frantically sketching out a blueprint
She hisses at it, moving away from it.
Scott raises a brow, looking over.
It looks up at her confusedly
(does he know what a Dyson Sphere is?)
*Not in the slightest.*
She huffs and turns away.
it meows at her
the blueprint looks like gibberish
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Scott is sitting in the tavern, sipping coffee.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
the metal cat curls up around her leg
Isaac is a table over frantically sketching out a blueprint
She hisses at it, moving away from it.
Scott raises a brow, looking over.
It looks up at her confusedly
(does he know what a Dyson Sphere is?)
*Not in the slightest.*
She huffs and turns away.
it meows at her
the blueprint looks like gibberish
She hisses at it again.
Scott chuckles, sighing "What are you doing?"
it doesn't look fazed in the slightest
"finishing up the design for my client. I finally figured out what I was doing wrong"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
She takes it and drinks it back, licking her lips.
"I understand but I don't.. like.. thinking about people getting hurt. I just get worried I suppose that I cant help everyone even if I want to.."
He chuckles, the whiskey burns down her throat. He leans back and continues to rock.
He looks down to his feet "I won't hurt anyone, I promise I won't. I don't listen to the voices, no matter how loud they get."
She continues to drink it back, pretty much draining it.
She smiles warmly "Okay, I thank you for that." She says, closing her eyes.
He lets her finish off the bottle, beginning to take apart Rosemary, his six shooter.
He returns the smile, his hands still trembling slightly from the cold "It's the least I could do."
She hands it back, now a little tipsy "You want to go get food with me?"
She snuggles next to him, trying to make sure the cold doesn't affect him.
He puts the flask on his belt, quickly putting Rosemary back together "Hmm, why not. Lead the way."
He holds her tight, beginning to hum a song she's never heard him play, closing his eyes.
She stands up, her normal t-shirt and pants become a sweater and long skirt. She stumbles a bit and walks over to the bar, ordering cheese fries for her and then waving him over.
Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Scott is sitting in the tavern, sipping coffee.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
the metal cat curls up around her leg
Isaac is a table over frantically sketching out a blueprint
She hisses at it, moving away from it.
Scott raises a brow, looking over.
It looks up at her confusedly
(does he know what a Dyson Sphere is?)
*Not in the slightest.*
She huffs and turns away.
it meows at her
the blueprint looks like gibberish
She hisses at it again.
Scott chuckles, sighing "What are you doing?"
it doesn't look fazed in the slightest
"finishing up the design for my client. I finally figured out what I was doing wrong"
She backs away again.
"Ah, and what is it?"
it walks closer to her
"it's to power something, but I don't know what"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
She takes it and drinks it back, licking her lips.
"I understand but I don't.. like.. thinking about people getting hurt. I just get worried I suppose that I cant help everyone even if I want to.."
He chuckles, the whiskey burns down her throat. He leans back and continues to rock.
He looks down to his feet "I won't hurt anyone, I promise I won't. I don't listen to the voices, no matter how loud they get."
She continues to drink it back, pretty much draining it.
She smiles warmly "Okay, I thank you for that." She says, closing her eyes.
He lets her finish off the bottle, beginning to take apart Rosemary, his six shooter.
He returns the smile, his hands still trembling slightly from the cold "It's the least I could do."
She hands it back, now a little tipsy "You want to go get food with me?"
She snuggles next to him, trying to make sure the cold doesn't affect him.
He puts the flask on his belt, quickly putting Rosemary back together "Hmm, why not. Lead the way."
He holds her tight, beginning to hum a song she's never heard him play, closing his eyes.
She stands up, her normal t-shirt and pants become a sweater and long skirt. She stumbles a bit and walks over to the bar, ordering cheese fries for her and then waving him over.
She opens her eyes, watching him quietly.
He takes off his hat, putting it in the rocking chair as he follows after her, ordering himself the same as what she ordered, putting down what he needs for it. He sits down, taking off his gloves and putting them in a protected pouch at his belt before beginning to eat.
He doesn't notice her watching him, moving his head with the tune, at the end of the song singing the last line's lyrics "In the music of the night."
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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 takes it and drinks it back, licking her lips.
"I understand but I don't.. like.. thinking about people getting hurt. I just get worried I suppose that I cant help everyone even if I want to.."
He chuckles, the whiskey burns down her throat. He leans back and continues to rock.
He looks down to his feet "I won't hurt anyone, I promise I won't. I don't listen to the voices, no matter how loud they get."
She continues to drink it back, pretty much draining it.
She smiles warmly "Okay, I thank you for that." She says, closing her eyes.
He lets her finish off the bottle, beginning to take apart Rosemary, his six shooter.
He returns the smile, his hands still trembling slightly from the cold "It's the least I could do."
She hands it back, now a little tipsy "You want to go get food with me?"
She snuggles next to him, trying to make sure the cold doesn't affect him.
He puts the flask on his belt, quickly putting Rosemary back together "Hmm, why not. Lead the way."
He holds her tight, beginning to hum a song she's never heard him play, closing his eyes.
She stands up, her normal t-shirt and pants become a sweater and long skirt. She stumbles a bit and walks over to the bar, ordering cheese fries for her and then waving him over.
She opens her eyes, watching him quietly.
He takes off his hat, putting it in the rocking chair as he follows after her, ordering himself the same as what she ordered, putting down what he needs for it. He sits down, taking off his gloves and putting them in a protected pouch at his belt before beginning to eat.
He doesn't notice her watching him, moving his head with the tune, at the end of the song singing the last line's lyrics "In the music of the night."
She opens her large mouth and devours it in a few bites. She licks her lips and fingers, grinning.
She closes her eyes again, her white hair falling around her. Her ears twitch a bit.
Charlie, the rabbit Spectre, is training with their umbrella out in the woods, specifically where there is a good mix of sunlight and darkness. The umbrella seems to have some sort of power over air and darkness, being able to create a dark wind to push Charlie and nearby objects around.
Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Scott is sitting in the tavern, sipping coffee.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
the metal cat curls up around her leg
Isaac is a table over frantically sketching out a blueprint
She hisses at it, moving away from it.
Scott raises a brow, looking over.
It looks up at her confusedly
(does he know what a Dyson Sphere is?)
*Not in the slightest.*
She huffs and turns away.
it meows at her
the blueprint looks like gibberish
She hisses at it again.
Scott chuckles, sighing "What are you doing?"
it doesn't look fazed in the slightest
"finishing up the design for my client. I finally figured out what I was doing wrong"
She backs away again.
"Ah, and what is it?"
it walks closer to her
"it's to power something, but I don't know what"
She continues to back away.
"Huh.."
It looks confused
"they're paying good money for this so I didn't ask too many questions"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Omori is... well, Omori has been sort of internally hyping themselves up to actually take the Spectre that was offered to her, attempting to push away any lingering worries she has about it. Eventually, she does claim The Last Traitor, letting its power course through her...
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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)
Stroth is sipping peppermint hot chocolate, grumbling about it being cold.
Scott is sitting in the tavern, sipping coffee.
Allison is curled up on a sofa in the library, still sad.
the metal cat curls up around her leg
Isaac is a table over frantically sketching out a blueprint
She hisses at it, moving away from it.
Scott raises a brow, looking over.
It looks up at her confusedly
(does he know what a Dyson Sphere is?)
*Not in the slightest.*
She huffs and turns away.
it meows at her
the blueprint looks like gibberish
She hisses at it again.
Scott chuckles, sighing "What are you doing?"
it doesn't look fazed in the slightest
"finishing up the design for my client. I finally figured out what I was doing wrong"
She backs away again.
"Ah, and what is it?"
it walks closer to her
"it's to power something, but I don't know what"
She continues to back away.
"Huh.."
It looks confused
"they're paying good money for this so I didn't ask too many questions"
She looks a bit grumpy, snarling at it.
"What are they paying for it?"
It gets closer to her
"quite a lot of gold"
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So spend your hours on What you think I've done wrong I know I'm in your mind I've been here way too long I want to spend my life With those who've done me right Your heart is frozen over I'm a four-leaf clover
Stroth huffs and shifts back "Not your husband."
"Still. He is still hurt and hurting him more could cause issues with the healing process."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
it meows at her
the blueprint looks like gibberish
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
She hands it back, now a little tipsy "You want to go get food with me?"
She snuggles next to him, trying to make sure the cold doesn't affect him.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She hisses at it again.
Scott chuckles, sighing "What are you doing?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“W-what….”
she nods, hugging him
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
it doesn't look fazed in the slightest
"finishing up the design for my client. I finally figured out what I was doing wrong"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
"Want me to go get him?"
Allison sits down, summoning a cup of tea.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She backs away again.
"Ah, and what is it?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He puts the flask on his belt, quickly putting Rosemary back together "Hmm, why not. Lead the way."
He holds her tight, beginning to hum a song she's never heard him play, closing his eyes.
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 stands up, her normal t-shirt and pants become a sweater and long skirt. She stumbles a bit and walks over to the bar, ordering cheese fries for her and then waving him over.
She opens her eyes, watching him quietly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
it walks closer to her
"it's to power something, but I don't know what"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
He takes off his hat, putting it in the rocking chair as he follows after her, ordering himself the same as what she ordered, putting down what he needs for it. He sits down, taking off his gloves and putting them in a protected pouch at his belt before beginning to eat.
He doesn't notice her watching him, moving his head with the tune, at the end of the song singing the last line's lyrics "In the music of the night."
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 continues to back away.
"Huh.."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She opens her large mouth and devours it in a few bites. She licks her lips and fingers, grinning.
She closes her eyes again, her white hair falling around her. Her ears twitch a bit.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Charlie, the rabbit Spectre, is training with their umbrella out in the woods, specifically where there is a good mix of sunlight and darkness. The umbrella seems to have some sort of power over air and darkness, being able to create a dark wind to push Charlie and nearby objects around.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It looks confused
"they're paying good money for this so I didn't ask too many questions"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
She looks a bit grumpy, snarling at it.
"What are they paying for it?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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)
It gets closer to her
"quite a lot of gold"
So spend your hours on
What you think I've done wrong
I know I'm in your mind
I've been here way too long
I want to spend my life
With those who've done me right
Your heart is frozen over
I'm a four-leaf clover
She backs up and crawls out the window.
"Ah, that good eh?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘