A harpy with neat feathers and a small leather toolcase is outside with a barely legible sign
pls
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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)
*for if anyone wants to rp with my other characters*
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.
The Seer is searching the woods for the Traitor.
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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."
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."
He realizes the mistake he made and smiles “I don’t need nothin’. I’ve always been able to make it by with what I’ve had.”
“Do I? I’ve always gotten bigger crowds with the mask on, it’s helped me where I’ve failed. I just don’t know.”
She sighs and folds her arms "Okay, well I'm glad for that at least."
"How about a week without the mask, see how that goes?" She offers.
"Nah, my brain's going too fast to sleep. I just need to catch my breath. How are you doing?"
"I am simply well, nothing more or less." She grins.
"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.
"Tell me, what caused your spree hm?"
"I just sharpened my claws recently, and it's been a while since the last time I used them for their intended purpose, so I was feeling antsy to test them out again."
"Well from what I saw, you did well." She grins.
"Thanks. I'm still a ways from going after the Seer, so I've been trying to hone my skills before then."
"The seer? Why are you going after them?"
"Well, after I summoned her to this world, it dawned on me just how much of a mistake that was- she lives up to the name of Elder Evil way more than I first thought. So, I became this as a way to one day right my wrong and destroy her."
*for if anyone wants to rp with my other characters*
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.
The Seer is searching the woods for the Traitor.
Isaac walks in and observes the damage
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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
Isaac walks by him. He's stressed out but is doing his best to hide it
Xan waves "You all good?"
He waves back and heads over "I think so?"
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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
*for if anyone wants to rp with my other characters*
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.
The Seer is searching the woods for the Traitor.
A harpy with a toolbag manages to find his way in
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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)
"Nah, my brain's going too fast to sleep. I just need to catch my breath. How are you doing?"
"I am simply well, nothing more or less." She grins.
"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.
"Tell me, what caused your spree hm?"
"I just sharpened my claws recently, and it's been a while since the last time I used them for their intended purpose, so I was feeling antsy to test them out again."
"Well from what I saw, you did well." She grins.
"Thanks. I'm still a ways from going after the Seer, so I've been trying to hone my skills before then."
"The seer? Why are you going after them?"
"Well, after I summoned her to this world, it dawned on me just how much of a mistake that was- she lives up to the name of Elder Evil way more than I first thought. So, I became this as a way to one day right my wrong and destroy her."
"But why destroy her?" Stroth asks, grinning
"Because she's proven that she's going to keep causing destruction and death as long as she has a foothold in this world. Well, I would be lying if I said I didn't also have my reasons to see her torn to ribbons."
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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)
*for if anyone wants to rp with my other characters*
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.
The Seer is searching the woods for the Traitor.
Isaac walks in and observes the damage
KK is panicking as she tries to repair everything that was broken. She doesn't notice Isaac's arrival.
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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)
*for if anyone wants to rp with my other characters*
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.
The Seer is searching the woods for the Traitor.
Isaac walks in and observes the damage
KK is panicking as she tries to repair everything that was broken. She doesn't notice Isaac's arrival.
He knocks on the wall to get her attention
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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
*for if anyone wants to rp with my other characters*
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.
The Seer is searching the woods for the Traitor.
Isaac walks in and observes the damage
KK is panicking as she tries to repair everything that was broken. She doesn't notice Isaac's arrival.
He knocks on the wall to get her attention
She looks up at him, almost dropping the pieces of pottery in her arms. "Oh, hi, Isaac."
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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)
*for if anyone wants to rp with my other characters*
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.
The Seer is searching the woods for the Traitor.
Isaac walks in and observes the damage
KK is panicking as she tries to repair everything that was broken. She doesn't notice Isaac's arrival.
He knocks on the wall to get her attention
She looks up at him, almost dropping the pieces of pottery in her arms. "Oh, hi, Isaac."
He looks around "what happened in here?"
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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
*for if anyone wants to rp with my other characters*
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.
The Seer is searching the woods for the Traitor.
Isaac walks in and observes the damage
KK is panicking as she tries to repair everything that was broken. She doesn't notice Isaac's arrival.
He knocks on the wall to get her attention
She looks up at him, almost dropping the pieces of pottery in her arms. "Oh, hi, Isaac."
He looks around "what happened in here?"
"Hunters. Showed up without warning, so we had to hide. As can likely be deduced, not the nicest crowd."
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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."
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."
He realizes the mistake he made and smiles “I don’t need nothin’. I’ve always been able to make it by with what I’ve had.”
“Do I? I’ve always gotten bigger crowds with the mask on, it’s helped me where I’ve failed. I just don’t know.”
She sighs and folds her arms "Okay, well I'm glad for that at least."
"How about a week without the mask, see how that goes?" She offers.
He smiles “I’m happy you’re happy, all I need now is somewhere to sleep and I’ll be all good.” He says, scratching his hair, and the back of his head.
He looks to the mask, and then to her “Okay, whatever you want I’ll try. You probably know what’s best.”
*for if anyone wants to rp with my other characters*
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.
The Seer is searching the woods for the Traitor.
Isaac walks in and observes the damage
KK is panicking as she tries to repair everything that was broken. She doesn't notice Isaac's arrival.
He knocks on the wall to get her attention
She looks up at him, almost dropping the pieces of pottery in her arms. "Oh, hi, Isaac."
He looks around "what happened in here?"
"Hunters. Showed up without warning, so we had to hide. As can likely be deduced, not the nicest crowd."
He nods "Dunno how much of this can be fixed"
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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
*I feel that sentiment*
pls
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)
He rolls his eyes, sighing "Yes yes.."
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
*for if anyone wants to rp with my other characters*
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.
The Seer is searching the woods for the Traitor.
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 sighs and folds her arms "Okay, well I'm glad for that at least."
"How about a week without the mask, see how that goes?" She offers.
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
"But why destroy her?" Stroth asks, grinning
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
Xan waves "You all good?"
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
Isaac walks in and observes the damage
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 waves back and heads over "I think so?"
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 harpy with a toolbag manages to find his way in
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)
"Because she's proven that she's going to keep causing destruction and death as long as she has a foothold in this world. Well, I would be lying if I said I didn't also have my reasons to see her torn to ribbons."
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 serious ya know. Not every day you see a man become a paper demon" he says
KK is panicking as she tries to repair everything that was broken. She doesn't notice Isaac's arrival.
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 knocks on the wall to get her attention
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 up at him, almost dropping the pieces of pottery in her arms. "Oh, hi, Isaac."
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 looks around "what happened in here?"
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
"Hunters. Showed up without warning, so we had to hide. As can likely be deduced, not the nicest crowd."
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 smiles “I’m happy you’re happy, all I need now is somewhere to sleep and I’ll be all good.” He says, scratching his hair, and the back of his head.
He looks to the mask, and then to her “Okay, whatever you want I’ll try. You probably know what’s best.”
He nods "Dunno how much of this can be fixed"
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
*Man... Star Trek lower decks is really good.*
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