KK opens the door to their secret room, and is distraught upon seeing her projects that were destroyed by the Hunters. She rushes over to broken pottery and torn canvases, frantically trying to fix them.
Traitor is joyously using her powers to cut things to shreds in another abandoned building- which is also one of those things being torn apart.
The Seer has given up on repairing the Manor- she just wants to find the Traitor.
Stroth is watching The Traitor, humming to herself
Every so often, the Traitor will turn invisible- her glowing light 'eyes' appearing for a split second somewhere else before a nearby dresser or other piece of furniture gets bisected or otherwise reduced to wood chips- laughing and visibly enjoying the power-trip all the while.
After a while, she takes a break, stepping through a hole that wasn't initially in the wall before she arrived and sitting down on the grass outside.
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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)
*Anyway does anyone want to rp? If so what characters do you want to deal with? Also I lost my phone, and thought I wouldn’t be able to rp till tomorrow, but I got it back.*
*Hmmmm.*
Stroth is looking for Sparrow. She has something in her hands that appears to be wrapped in black cloth.
Allison is still keeping an eye on Jester.
Sparrow is practicing his sharpshooting with a more active thing than a tree. He’s on the outskirts of town riding Shadow and shooting cans.
The Jester is just sitting on the couch, not crying anymore, just kinda existing in a state of depression.
She watches, her facial expression neutral.
Allison brings over some food and a tea.
He is moving around rather well, but when he sees her, he steps off Shadow and walks over.
He takes the tea, eating and shivering slowly “T-thank you love.”
She hands him the cloth wrapped parcel. She blinks once, nodding.
She smiles warmly and sits besides him, reading. Generally keeping close to him.
He takes the cloth wrapped parcel, slight confusion yet trust on his face as he opens it.
He stays as close to her as he possibly can without invading her personal space, just curled up and sipping tea.
Inside are silver bullets that are specifically designed for Rosemary. Each has a small clear tube where the body is, filled with holy water, the knuckle bones of a holy cleric, and a bit of dogwood flowers. She shifts from foot to foot "They should take care of any beastie you come up against. Made them myself."
She chuckles and moves closer to him.
He takes a second just to look at them, before a smile spread across his face “You took the time to make me bullets… I don’t know what to say other than thank you. These are amazing, so well crafted, you really thought bout these when you made em.” He walks over and kisses her forehead “Really, thank you.” He puts one into Rosemary after examining it.
He looks to the fire with a vacant gaze for a moment “You’re such a good musician. How do you do it?”
"I wanted to make something nice and when I think of nice I think of you.." she says, twiddling her thumbs "They should hold up for awhile, at least fifty years."
She thinks for a moment, closing her book "I draw power from the issues I used to have. My former husband, my daughter.. all that pain, I turn it into music."
Stroth is sitting in the tavern library, copying her spells into blank spell books so in case she ever needs them, she'll have them. She is dressed in a loose brown sweater, a pair of black leggings, and a pair of socks resembling chicken feet. Her blonde hair is loose around her shoulders, like a golden waterfall.
Scott is sitting in his room, curled up in his bed. He is tired beyond imagination, so close to closing his eyes but sleep evades him.
Julian is outside, conning some couple into buying some cheap plastic jewelry from him.
Per the usual, theres a knock on scott's window
He sighs and opens it "Hi there."
Tycho smiles, sitting on the window ledge thing, "Hiya scott"
"What do you want?" He rubs his eyes
"Just checking in" he tilts his head, "Did i interupt a nap?"
"No... I'm fine. Can't get to sleep anyways." He laughs lightly.
"Ah insomnia? thats the worse" he nods, slipping into scotts room
Scott nods and stands up, yawning "I've tried everything but I still can't sleep." He shrugs.
He tilts his head, "Everything?"
"Yeah." He says.
"What about magic?' he suggests
"I have a god and rogue personality living in my skin... I don't think magic will work." He shrugs.
Tycho shrugs lightly touching scotts chest (How much hp does scott have rn?)
*29 hp*
Scott blinks, looking down at his hand.
he hums a soft lullaby, casting sleep: 45
He finds that the magic suddenly repels, creating a small blast between the two and sending them backwards .
tycho yelps, catching the window edge before he's shoved out of it, "Ok... thats a new thing"
"Ow... It feels like my lungs collapsed." Scott groans from the floor.
tycho moves over to scott, kneeling beside him, "sorry, are you ok?"
"Yeah, just.. ow." He sits up "Maybe the concussion will let me sleep." He jokes.
"I mean theres safer ways to knock you out," tycho smiles, laughing softly
"Yeah.. a shovel to the head." He chuckles and stands up "Thank you for trying though."
KK opens the door to their secret room, and is distraught upon seeing her projects that were destroyed by the Hunters. She rushes over to broken pottery and torn canvases, frantically trying to fix them.
Traitor is joyously using her powers to cut things to shreds in another abandoned building- which is also one of those things being torn apart.
The Seer has given up on repairing the Manor- she just wants to find the Traitor.
Stroth is watching The Traitor, humming to herself
Every so often, the Traitor will turn invisible- her glowing light 'eyes' appearing for a split second somewhere else before a nearby dresser or other piece of furniture gets bisected or otherwise reduced to wood chips- laughing and visibly enjoying the power-trip all the while.
After a while, she takes a break, stepping through a hole that wasn't initially in the wall before she arrived and sitting down on the grass outside.
KK opens the door to their secret room, and is distraught upon seeing her projects that were destroyed by the Hunters. She rushes over to broken pottery and torn canvases, frantically trying to fix them.
Traitor is joyously using her powers to cut things to shreds in another abandoned building- which is also one of those things being torn apart.
The Seer has given up on repairing the Manor- she just wants to find the Traitor.
Stroth is watching The Traitor, humming to herself
Every so often, the Traitor will turn invisible- her glowing light 'eyes' appearing for a split second somewhere else before a nearby dresser or other piece of furniture gets bisected or otherwise reduced to wood chips- laughing and visibly enjoying the power-trip all the while.
After a while, she takes a break, stepping through a hole that wasn't initially in the wall before she arrived and sitting down on the grass outside.
Stroth waves, grinning "Hello there ."
"Hi." She also waves.
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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)
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
KK opens the door to their secret room, and is distraught upon seeing her projects that were destroyed by the Hunters. She rushes over to broken pottery and torn canvases, frantically trying to fix them.
Traitor is joyously using her powers to cut things to shreds in another abandoned building- which is also one of those things being torn apart.
The Seer has given up on repairing the Manor- she just wants to find the Traitor.
Stroth is watching The Traitor, humming to herself
Every so often, the Traitor will turn invisible- her glowing light 'eyes' appearing for a split second somewhere else before a nearby dresser or other piece of furniture gets bisected or otherwise reduced to wood chips- laughing and visibly enjoying the power-trip all the while.
After a while, she takes a break, stepping through a hole that wasn't initially in the wall before she arrived and sitting down on the grass outside.
*Anyway does anyone want to rp? If so what characters do you want to deal with? Also I lost my phone, and thought I wouldn’t be able to rp till tomorrow, but I got it back.*
*Hmmmm.*
Stroth is looking for Sparrow. She has something in her hands that appears to be wrapped in black cloth.
Allison is still keeping an eye on Jester.
Sparrow is practicing his sharpshooting with a more active thing than a tree. He’s on the outskirts of town riding Shadow and shooting cans.
The Jester is just sitting on the couch, not crying anymore, just kinda existing in a state of depression.
She watches, her facial expression neutral.
Allison brings over some food and a tea.
He is moving around rather well, but when he sees her, he steps off Shadow and walks over.
He takes the tea, eating and shivering slowly “T-thank you love.”
She hands him the cloth wrapped parcel. She blinks once, nodding.
She smiles warmly and sits besides him, reading. Generally keeping close to him.
He takes the cloth wrapped parcel, slight confusion yet trust on his face as he opens it.
He stays as close to her as he possibly can without invading her personal space, just curled up and sipping tea.
Inside are silver bullets that are specifically designed for Rosemary. Each has a small clear tube where the body is, filled with holy water, the knuckle bones of a holy cleric, and a bit of dogwood flowers. She shifts from foot to foot "They should take care of any beastie you come up against. Made them myself."
She chuckles and moves closer to him.
He takes a second just to look at them, before a smile spread across his face “You took the time to make me bullets… I don’t know what to say other than thank you. These are amazing, so well crafted, you really thought bout these when you made em.” He walks over and kisses her forehead “Really, thank you.” He puts one into Rosemary after examining it.
He looks to the fire with a vacant gaze for a moment “You’re such a good musician. How do you do it?”
"I wanted to make something nice and when I think of nice I think of you.." she says, twiddling her thumbs "They should hold up for awhile, at least fifty years."
She thinks for a moment, closing her book "I draw power from the issues I used to have. My former husband, my daughter.. all that pain, I turn it into music."
He takes her hands, holstering Rosemary “You think of me when you think of nice things? I… I’m lost for words, I’m happy I can be what you need.” Shadow walks over, rubbing their head against her.
He nods along with her, his eyes becoming wet again with tears “You draw your music from things like that? I could never hope to become half the musician you are at that rate.”
A harpy with neat feathers and a small leather toolcase is outside with a barely legible sign
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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)
*Anyway does anyone want to rp? If so what characters do you want to deal with? Also I lost my phone, and thought I wouldn’t be able to rp till tomorrow, but I got it back.*
*Hmmmm.*
Stroth is looking for Sparrow. She has something in her hands that appears to be wrapped in black cloth.
Allison is still keeping an eye on Jester.
Sparrow is practicing his sharpshooting with a more active thing than a tree. He’s on the outskirts of town riding Shadow and shooting cans.
The Jester is just sitting on the couch, not crying anymore, just kinda existing in a state of depression.
She watches, her facial expression neutral.
Allison brings over some food and a tea.
He is moving around rather well, but when he sees her, he steps off Shadow and walks over.
He takes the tea, eating and shivering slowly “T-thank you love.”
She hands him the cloth wrapped parcel. She blinks once, nodding.
She smiles warmly and sits besides him, reading. Generally keeping close to him.
He takes the cloth wrapped parcel, slight confusion yet trust on his face as he opens it.
He stays as close to her as he possibly can without invading her personal space, just curled up and sipping tea.
Inside are silver bullets that are specifically designed for Rosemary. Each has a small clear tube where the body is, filled with holy water, the knuckle bones of a holy cleric, and a bit of dogwood flowers. She shifts from foot to foot "They should take care of any beastie you come up against. Made them myself."
She chuckles and moves closer to him.
He takes a second just to look at them, before a smile spread across his face “You took the time to make me bullets… I don’t know what to say other than thank you. These are amazing, so well crafted, you really thought bout these when you made em.” He walks over and kisses her forehead “Really, thank you.” He puts one into Rosemary after examining it.
He looks to the fire with a vacant gaze for a moment “You’re such a good musician. How do you do it?”
"I wanted to make something nice and when I think of nice I think of you.." she says, twiddling her thumbs "They should hold up for awhile, at least fifty years."
She thinks for a moment, closing her book "I draw power from the issues I used to have. My former husband, my daughter.. all that pain, I turn it into music."
He takes her hands, holstering Rosemary “You think of me when you think of nice things? I… I’m lost for words, I’m happy I can be what you need.” Shadow walks over, rubbing their head against her.
He nods along with her, his eyes becoming wet again with tears “You draw your music from things like that? I could never hope to become half the musician you are at that rate.”
She looks bashful, looking away, her ears a bit red "I'm glad you like it." She mutters.
"You are and so much more." She chirps, kissing the tears from his eyes.
KK opens the door to their secret room, and is distraught upon seeing her projects that were destroyed by the Hunters. She rushes over to broken pottery and torn canvases, frantically trying to fix them.
Traitor is joyously using her powers to cut things to shreds in another abandoned building- which is also one of those things being torn apart.
The Seer has given up on repairing the Manor- she just wants to find the Traitor.
Stroth is watching The Traitor, humming to herself
Every so often, the Traitor will turn invisible- her glowing light 'eyes' appearing for a split second somewhere else before a nearby dresser or other piece of furniture gets bisected or otherwise reduced to wood chips- laughing and visibly enjoying the power-trip all the while.
After a while, she takes a break, stepping through a hole that wasn't initially in the wall before she arrived and sitting down on the grass outside.
Stroth waves, grinning "Hello there ."
"Hi." She also waves.
"How are you dear?"
"I feel incredible!" She laughs a bit. "A bit tired, too. Being a whirlwind of blades takes a lot out of a person."
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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)
KK opens the door to their secret room, and is distraught upon seeing her projects that were destroyed by the Hunters. She rushes over to broken pottery and torn canvases, frantically trying to fix them.
Traitor is joyously using her powers to cut things to shreds in another abandoned building- which is also one of those things being torn apart.
The Seer has given up on repairing the Manor- she just wants to find the Traitor.
Stroth is watching The Traitor, humming to herself
Every so often, the Traitor will turn invisible- her glowing light 'eyes' appearing for a split second somewhere else before a nearby dresser or other piece of furniture gets bisected or otherwise reduced to wood chips- laughing and visibly enjoying the power-trip all the while.
After a while, she takes a break, stepping through a hole that wasn't initially in the wall before she arrived and sitting down on the grass outside.
Stroth waves, grinning "Hello there ."
"Hi." She also waves.
"How are you dear?"
"I feel incredible!" She laughs a bit. "A bit tired, too. Being a whirlwind of blades takes a lot out of a person."
*Anyway does anyone want to rp? If so what characters do you want to deal with? Also I lost my phone, and thought I wouldn’t be able to rp till tomorrow, but I got it back.*
*Hmmmm.*
Stroth is looking for Sparrow. She has something in her hands that appears to be wrapped in black cloth.
Allison is still keeping an eye on Jester.
Sparrow is practicing his sharpshooting with a more active thing than a tree. He’s on the outskirts of town riding Shadow and shooting cans.
The Jester is just sitting on the couch, not crying anymore, just kinda existing in a state of depression.
She watches, her facial expression neutral.
Allison brings over some food and a tea.
He is moving around rather well, but when he sees her, he steps off Shadow and walks over.
He takes the tea, eating and shivering slowly “T-thank you love.”
She hands him the cloth wrapped parcel. She blinks once, nodding.
She smiles warmly and sits besides him, reading. Generally keeping close to him.
He takes the cloth wrapped parcel, slight confusion yet trust on his face as he opens it.
He stays as close to her as he possibly can without invading her personal space, just curled up and sipping tea.
Inside are silver bullets that are specifically designed for Rosemary. Each has a small clear tube where the body is, filled with holy water, the knuckle bones of a holy cleric, and a bit of dogwood flowers. She shifts from foot to foot "They should take care of any beastie you come up against. Made them myself."
She chuckles and moves closer to him.
He takes a second just to look at them, before a smile spread across his face “You took the time to make me bullets… I don’t know what to say other than thank you. These are amazing, so well crafted, you really thought bout these when you made em.” He walks over and kisses her forehead “Really, thank you.” He puts one into Rosemary after examining it.
He looks to the fire with a vacant gaze for a moment “You’re such a good musician. How do you do it?”
"I wanted to make something nice and when I think of nice I think of you.." she says, twiddling her thumbs "They should hold up for awhile, at least fifty years."
She thinks for a moment, closing her book "I draw power from the issues I used to have. My former husband, my daughter.. all that pain, I turn it into music."
He takes her hands, holstering Rosemary “You think of me when you think of nice things? I… I’m lost for words, I’m happy I can be what you need.” Shadow walks over, rubbing their head against her.
He nods along with her, his eyes becoming wet again with tears “You draw your music from things like that? I could never hope to become half the musician you are at that rate.”
She looks bashful, looking away, her ears a bit red "I'm glad you like it." She mutters.
"You are and so much more." She chirps, kissing the tears from his eyes.
“Like it? I love it, I have been scavenging for bullets for almost all my life, I’ve barely been able to afford food and bullets.”
He tears up only more “I can’t be, I need this mask just to be as good, I don’t have the motivation you have.”
A harpy with neat feathers and a small leather toolcase is outside with a barely legible sign
It might say "repairs?"
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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)
*Anyway does anyone want to rp? If so what characters do you want to deal with? Also I lost my phone, and thought I wouldn’t be able to rp till tomorrow, but I got it back.*
*Hmmmm.*
Stroth is looking for Sparrow. She has something in her hands that appears to be wrapped in black cloth.
Allison is still keeping an eye on Jester.
Sparrow is practicing his sharpshooting with a more active thing than a tree. He’s on the outskirts of town riding Shadow and shooting cans.
The Jester is just sitting on the couch, not crying anymore, just kinda existing in a state of depression.
She watches, her facial expression neutral.
Allison brings over some food and a tea.
He is moving around rather well, but when he sees her, he steps off Shadow and walks over.
He takes the tea, eating and shivering slowly “T-thank you love.”
She hands him the cloth wrapped parcel. She blinks once, nodding.
She smiles warmly and sits besides him, reading. Generally keeping close to him.
He takes the cloth wrapped parcel, slight confusion yet trust on his face as he opens it.
He stays as close to her as he possibly can without invading her personal space, just curled up and sipping tea.
Inside are silver bullets that are specifically designed for Rosemary. Each has a small clear tube where the body is, filled with holy water, the knuckle bones of a holy cleric, and a bit of dogwood flowers. She shifts from foot to foot "They should take care of any beastie you come up against. Made them myself."
She chuckles and moves closer to him.
He takes a second just to look at them, before a smile spread across his face “You took the time to make me bullets… I don’t know what to say other than thank you. These are amazing, so well crafted, you really thought bout these when you made em.” He walks over and kisses her forehead “Really, thank you.” He puts one into Rosemary after examining it.
He looks to the fire with a vacant gaze for a moment “You’re such a good musician. How do you do it?”
"I wanted to make something nice and when I think of nice I think of you.." she says, twiddling her thumbs "They should hold up for awhile, at least fifty years."
She thinks for a moment, closing her book "I draw power from the issues I used to have. My former husband, my daughter.. all that pain, I turn it into music."
He takes her hands, holstering Rosemary “You think of me when you think of nice things? I… I’m lost for words, I’m happy I can be what you need.” Shadow walks over, rubbing their head against her.
He nods along with her, his eyes becoming wet again with tears “You draw your music from things like that? I could never hope to become half the musician you are at that rate.”
She looks bashful, looking away, her ears a bit red "I'm glad you like it." She mutters.
"You are and so much more." She chirps, kissing the tears from his eyes.
“Like it? I love it, I have been scavenging for bullets for almost all my life, I’ve barely been able to afford food and bullets.”
He tears up only more “I can’t be, I need this mask just to be as good, I don’t have the motivation you have.”
She blinks "Do you need money? Or food? Or weaponary?" She asked seriously.
"You are so good hon, I swear to you that you are. You need not your mask."
Every so often, the Traitor will turn invisible- her glowing light 'eyes' appearing for a split second somewhere else before a nearby dresser or other piece of furniture gets bisected or otherwise reduced to wood chips- laughing and visibly enjoying the power-trip all the while.
After a while, she takes a break, stepping through a hole that wasn't initially in the wall before she arrived and sitting down on the grass outside.
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 wanted to make something nice and when I think of nice I think of you.." she says, twiddling her thumbs "They should hold up for awhile, at least fifty years."
She thinks for a moment, closing her book "I draw power from the issues I used to have. My former husband, my daughter.. all that pain, I turn it into music."
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
"No problem" he grins
Stroth waves, grinning "Hello there ."
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
Scott stretches "What do you want to do?"
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
"Hi." She also waves.
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)
(you want to rp wendigo)
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
"How are you dear?"
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 takes her hands, holstering Rosemary “You think of me when you think of nice things? I… I’m lost for words, I’m happy I can be what you need.” Shadow walks over, rubbing their head against her.
He nods along with her, his eyes becoming wet again with tears “You draw your music from things like that? I could never hope to become half the musician you are at that rate.”
rp?
A harpy with neat feathers and a small leather toolcase is outside with a barely legible sign
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)
She looks bashful, looking away, her ears a bit red "I'm glad you like it." She mutters.
"You are and so much more." She chirps, kissing the tears from his eyes.
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 feel incredible!" She laughs a bit. "A bit tired, too. Being a whirlwind of blades takes a lot out of a person."
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)
"Perhaps you need a nap?' she chirps.
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
"Nah, my brain's going too fast to sleep. I just need to catch my breath. How are you doing?"
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 simply well, nothing more or less." She grins.
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
“Like it? I love it, I have been scavenging for bullets for almost all my life, I’ve barely been able to afford food and bullets.”
He tears up only more “I can’t be, I need this mask just to be as good, I don’t have the motivation you have.”
It might say "repairs?"
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'm trying to come up with a unique design for my protag, but I think I need to realize their personality better in order to do that.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She blinks "Do you need money? Or food? Or weaponary?" She asked seriously.
"You are so good hon, I swear to you that you are. You need not your mask."
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
"That's good- that you aren't feeling bad, I mean." She looks back at Stroth, 'smiling' in the sense that one with no face could smile.
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)