*Would anyone like to RP so I dont have to sleep and have bad dreams?*
*I can for a little bit but we will definitely have to finish tomorrow.*
Sparrow is working out in the forest, his shirt off, revealing cold skin, scars of all shapes and sizes, as well as stitches all along his body that seem to be holding him together as he does one arm pull ups on a tree branch. *Do you want anyone else?*
A thin man with dark, sunken eyes, dressed in a white uniform that looks like something between a captain's uniform and a chef's, is placing down little statues in hidden corners and graves. They look something like Jizo statues but made in the image of little chefs instead of, well, Jizo.
Anyone can make a religion check to identify the miniature idols.
KK, who was wandering and looking for a good signal before this, notices one of the statues and kneels down to get a better look at it. Religion: 14
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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)
On a long-forgotten rusting swing in the forest sits an extravagantly dressed little girl. Two pointed bat wings jut out from under her shawl, flapping and pushing her forward.
Gon is walking through the forest, his hands bloody from his own blood as well as something he killed. Th kit is wearing a basic green pair of shorts, green boots and a white T shirt. Surprising strong despite his not very muscular seeming form.
She eyes his bloody hands and licks her lips
He waves to them with a smile, not knowing they are a vampire “Hi. I’m Gon Freecss.”
"What sort of a name is that?" she says in a snooty voice
“The kind of name I was born with.” He smiles, not understanding that she’s trying to be rude “What’s your name?”
"My name is Juliet."
“That’s a cool name, almost as good as mine.” He says, sitting on a tree branch in a split second.
"that's a funny joke"
He beams “Thanks, I thought so. Want to be friends?”
"Friends? With a whelp like you? You're quite the comedian"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
On a long-forgotten rusting swing in the forest sits an extravagantly dressed little girl. Two pointed bat wings jut out from under her shawl, flapping and pushing her forward.
Gon is walking through the forest, his hands bloody from his own blood as well as something he killed. Th kit is wearing a basic green pair of shorts, green boots and a white T shirt. Surprising strong despite his not very muscular seeming form.
She eyes his bloody hands and licks her lips
He waves to them with a smile, not knowing they are a vampire “Hi. I’m Gon Freecss.”
"What sort of a name is that?" she says in a snooty voice
“The kind of name I was born with.” He smiles, not understanding that she’s trying to be rude “What’s your name?”
"My name is Juliet."
“That’s a cool name, almost as good as mine.” He says, sitting on a tree branch in a split second.
"that's a funny joke"
He beams “Thanks, I thought so. Want to be friends?”
"Friends? With a whelp like you? You're quite the comedian"
“I’ve been friends with stranger people than you, I’m friends with ant people, being friends with a bat person would be fun too.”
*Would anyone like to RP so I dont have to sleep and have bad dreams?*
*I can for a little bit but we will definitely have to finish tomorrow.*
Sparrow is working out in the forest, his shirt off, revealing cold skin, scars of all shapes and sizes, as well as stitches all along his body that seem to be holding him together as he does one arm pull ups on a tree branch. *Do you want anyone else.*
Stroth suddenly appears, sitting on the bench and looking down at him, smiling.
*Would anyone like to RP so I dont have to sleep and have bad dreams?*
*I can for a little bit but we will definitely have to finish tomorrow.*
Sparrow is working out in the forest, his shirt off, revealing cold skin, scars of all shapes and sizes, as well as stitches all along his body that seem to be holding him together as he does one arm pull ups on a tree branch. *Do you want anyone else.*
Stroth suddenly appears, sitting on the bench and looking down at him, smiling.
*Hmmmm. Who is your most powerful character.*
*Rag by a huge amount, with Sparrow maybe as a second in his prime.*
His muscles seem sustained despite his somewhat dead form. He grunts with every pull up, sweat beading, he hasn’t noticed her yet.
On a long-forgotten rusting swing in the forest sits an extravagantly dressed little girl. Two pointed bat wings jut out from under her shawl, flapping and pushing her forward.
Gon is walking through the forest, his hands bloody from his own blood as well as something he killed. Th kit is wearing a basic green pair of shorts, green boots and a white T shirt. Surprising strong despite his not very muscular seeming form.
She eyes his bloody hands and licks her lips
He waves to them with a smile, not knowing they are a vampire “Hi. I’m Gon Freecss.”
"What sort of a name is that?" she says in a snooty voice
“The kind of name I was born with.” He smiles, not understanding that she’s trying to be rude “What’s your name?”
"My name is Juliet."
“That’s a cool name, almost as good as mine.” He says, sitting on a tree branch in a split second.
"that's a funny joke"
He beams “Thanks, I thought so. Want to be friends?”
"Friends? With a whelp like you? You're quite the comedian"
“I’ve been friends with stranger people than you, I’m friends with ant people, being friends with a bat person would be fun too.”
"It's not getting through to you, is it?" she gets off her swing. "I don't want to be friends with a human commoner"
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I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
*Would anyone like to RP so I dont have to sleep and have bad dreams?*
*I can for a little bit but we will definitely have to finish tomorrow.*
Sparrow is working out in the forest, his shirt off, revealing cold skin, scars of all shapes and sizes, as well as stitches all along his body that seem to be holding him together as he does one arm pull ups on a tree branch. *Do you want anyone else.*
Stroth suddenly appears, sitting on the bench and looking down at him, smiling.
*Hmmmm. Who is your most powerful character.*
*Rag by a huge amount, with Sparrow maybe as a second in his prime.*
His muscles seem sustained despite his somewhat dead form. He grunts with every pull up, sweat beading, he hasn’t noticed her yet.
While Rag is meditating, he feels he is being watched.
She walks down the tree, defying gravity, and looking up at him from the ground.
A thin man with dark, sunken eyes, dressed in a white uniform that looks like something between a captain's uniform and a chef's, is placing down little statues in hidden corners and graves. They look something like Jizo statues but made in the image of little chefs instead of, well, Jizo.
Anyone can make a religion check to identify the miniature idols.
Kinko, who worshipped Jizo centuries ago, looks at them and bowing to them.
The man moves toward Kinko from behind, a bitter breeze blowing along with his stride. His footsteps are heavy, as though his shoes were made of lead. "It is not necessary to bow to them. They are still in training. If you really want to show respect, let them work."
On a long-forgotten rusting swing in the forest sits an extravagantly dressed little girl. Two pointed bat wings jut out from under her shawl, flapping and pushing her forward.
Gon is walking through the forest, his hands bloody from his own blood as well as something he killed. Th kit is wearing a basic green pair of shorts, green boots and a white T shirt. Surprising strong despite his not very muscular seeming form.
She eyes his bloody hands and licks her lips
He waves to them with a smile, not knowing they are a vampire “Hi. I’m Gon Freecss.”
"What sort of a name is that?" she says in a snooty voice
“The kind of name I was born with.” He smiles, not understanding that she’s trying to be rude “What’s your name?”
"My name is Juliet."
“That’s a cool name, almost as good as mine.” He says, sitting on a tree branch in a split second.
"that's a funny joke"
He beams “Thanks, I thought so. Want to be friends?”
"Friends? With a whelp like you? You're quite the comedian"
“I’ve been friends with stranger people than you, I’m friends with ant people, being friends with a bat person would be fun too.”
"It's not getting through to you, is it?" she gets off her swing. "I don't want to be friends with a human commoner"
“I’m not a commoner? I’m a Hunter, I can go anywhere I want in the world, I have super strength!” He flexes with a smile
A thin man with dark, sunken eyes, dressed in a white uniform that looks like something between a captain's uniform and a chef's, is placing down little statues in hidden corners and graves. They look something like Jizo statues but made in the image of little chefs instead of, well, Jizo.
Anyone can make a religion check to identify the miniature idols.
Kinko, who worshipped Jizo centuries ago, looks at them and bowing to them.
The man moves toward Kinko from behind, a bitter breeze blowing along with his stride. His footsteps are heavy, as though his shoes were made of lead. "It is not necessary to bow to them. They are still in training. If you really want to show respect, let them work."
"I bow to them because they are working dear! They deserve the respect." She giggles.
*Would anyone like to RP so I dont have to sleep and have bad dreams?*
(i'm down to rp)
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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
On a long-forgotten rusting swing in the forest sits an extravagantly dressed little girl. Two pointed bat wings jut out from under her shawl, flapping and pushing her forward.
Gon is walking through the forest, his hands bloody from his own blood as well as something he killed. Th kit is wearing a basic green pair of shorts, green boots and a white T shirt. Surprising strong despite his not very muscular seeming form.
She eyes his bloody hands and licks her lips
He waves to them with a smile, not knowing they are a vampire “Hi. I’m Gon Freecss.”
"What sort of a name is that?" she says in a snooty voice
“The kind of name I was born with.” He smiles, not understanding that she’s trying to be rude “What’s your name?”
"My name is Juliet."
“That’s a cool name, almost as good as mine.” He says, sitting on a tree branch in a split second.
"that's a funny joke"
He beams “Thanks, I thought so. Want to be friends?”
"Friends? With a whelp like you? You're quite the comedian"
“I’ve been friends with stranger people than you, I’m friends with ant people, being friends with a bat person would be fun too.”
"It's not getting through to you, is it?" she gets off her swing. "I don't want to be friends with a human commoner"
“I’m not a commoner? I’m a Hunter, I can go anywhere I want in the world, I have super strength!” He flexes with a smile
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3 Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
A thin man with dark, sunken eyes, dressed in a white uniform that looks like something between a captain's uniform and a chef's, is placing down little statues in hidden corners and graves. They look something like Jizo statues but made in the image of little chefs instead of, well, Jizo.
Anyone can make a religion check to identify the miniature idols.
KK, who was wandering and looking for a good signal before this, notices one of the statues and kneels down to get a better look at it. Religion: 24
These are associated with an extinguished cult venerating Spectres and serving them. They are supposed to rescue souls from Bad Places (Hells, basically), face off against malediction, and guide the weak, whether young or old, to the afterlife.
*Would anyone like to RP so I dont have to sleep and have bad dreams?*
(i'm down to rp)
Scott is curled up in a blanket, muttering to himself
The cat jumps up next to him
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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
The man moves toward Kinko from behind, a bitter breeze blowing along with his stride. His footsteps are heavy, as though his shoes were made of lead. "It is not necessary to bow to them. They are still in training. If you really want to show respect, let them work."
"I bow to them because they are working dear! They deserve the respect." She giggles.
"A nice sentiment. Buta waste of your time and theirs. There are soup shrines being built where you will be able to pray and bring offerings."
*Would anyone like to RP so I dont have to sleep and have bad dreams?*
(i'm down to rp)
Scott is curled up in a blanket, muttering to himself
The cat jumps up next to him
He raises a brow "Hey cat.c
it meows at him
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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
A thin man with dark, sunken eyes, dressed in a white uniform that looks like something between a captain's uniform and a chef's, is placing down little statues in hidden corners and graves. They look something like Jizo statues but made in the image of little chefs instead of, well, Jizo.
Anyone can make a religion check to identify the miniature idols.
KK, who was wandering and looking for a good signal before this, notices one of the statues and kneels down to get a better look at it. Religion: 24
These are associated with an extinguished cult venerating Spectres and serving them. They are supposed to rescue souls from Bad Places (Hells, basically), face off against malediction, and guide the weak, whether young or old, to the afterlife.
She leaves the statue where it is, being especially careful not to disturb the area around it, before looking to see if anyone put it there, as it seems to have been placed here somewhat recently.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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*I can for a little bit but we will definitely have to finish tomorrow.*
Sparrow is working out in the forest, his shirt off, revealing cold skin, scars of all shapes and sizes, as well as stitches all along his body that seem to be holding him together as he does one arm pull ups on a tree branch. *Do you want anyone else?*
KK, who was wandering and looking for a good signal before this, notices one of the statues and kneels down to get a better look at it. Religion: 14
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)
"Friends? With a whelp like you? You're quite the comedian"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
“I’ve been friends with stranger people than you, I’m friends with ant people, being friends with a bat person would be fun too.”
Stroth suddenly appears, sitting on the bench and looking down at him, smiling.
*Hmmmm. Who is your most powerful character.*
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
*Rag by a huge amount, with Sparrow maybe as a second in his prime.*
His muscles seem sustained despite his somewhat dead form. He grunts with every pull up, sweat beading, he hasn’t noticed her yet.
"It's not getting through to you, is it?" she gets off her swing. "I don't want to be friends with a human commoner"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
While Rag is meditating, he feels he is being watched.
She walks down the tree, defying gravity, and looking up at him from the ground.
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
The man moves toward Kinko from behind, a bitter breeze blowing along with his stride. His footsteps are heavy, as though his shoes were made of lead. "It is not necessary to bow to them. They are still in training. If you really want to show respect, let them work."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I’m not a commoner? I’m a Hunter, I can go anywhere I want in the world, I have super strength!” He flexes with a smile
"I bow to them because they are working dear! They deserve the respect." She giggles.
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
(i'm down to rp)
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
"Prove it" she seems remarkably unimpressed
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) goofin' around on the interwebs
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, undead cutie pie, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
Scott is curled up in a blanket, muttering to himself
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
These are associated with an extinguished cult venerating Spectres and serving them. They are supposed to rescue souls from Bad Places (Hells, basically), face off against malediction, and guide the weak, whether young or old, to the afterlife.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The cat jumps up next to him
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 raises a brow "Hey cat.c
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
"A nice sentiment. Buta waste of your time and theirs. There are soup shrines being built where you will be able to pray and bring offerings."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
it meows at him
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 leaves the statue where it is, being especially careful not to disturb the area around it, before looking to see if anyone put it there, as it seems to have been placed here somewhat recently.
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)