"I see..." She plucks the pen from the air, and begins sketching out a concept for her new form.
Once she finishes the sketch, mist rises from the floor and fills it out. Once it finishes that, the form takes a deep breath giving it a 3 dimensional form and it twists all its joints 360 degrees before settling to its normal position. "Too MUCh?"
She looks at the creation- a towering creature with numerous long, spindly arms all along its body and a carapace of shimmering stained glass- thinking about it for a moment. "Hmm... perhaps not enough." She starts sketching out another concept.
The first one animates and walks away, disappearing into the void. "PERHAPS start With a Human BASE?"
She stops for a moment, erasing some parts of her design and adding a more humanoid base, before immediately beginning to create an increasingly non-humanoid shell that connects to it.
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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)
It's a very clever design, using as few parts as possible for maximum efficiency. Podmorski nods. "I eat faeries, dream beings, and of course, nightmares. I've already eaten most of them out of my domain, so I've started looking elsewhere. I recently got a good enough hold on this reality to send a couple of machines through, like the one you see before you now."
*I gotta start cooking dinner soon*
"I see... well, I'm not sure if she counts, but I can think of one particularly strong nightmarish being that you may find it worth it to pursue."
The Strugel looks interested, leaning closer to the camera. "Ah, I knew something was plucking at the web of this dreamscape. Too much of that tends to inflict severe stress on local populations. They can sense when something is wrong. Even as a dream weaver myself, I must move delicately along this web. A dance much like a spider's: predatory and precise. If this thing has brought up conscious concern, then I may need to take action immediately to maintain my presence here."
It's a very clever design, using as few parts as possible for maximum efficiency. Podmorski nods. "I eat faeries, dream beings, and of course, nightmares. I've already eaten most of them out of my domain, so I've started looking elsewhere. I recently got a good enough hold on this reality to send a couple of machines through, like the one you see before you now."
*I gotta start cooking dinner soon*
"I see... well, I'm not sure if she counts, but I can think of one particularly strong nightmarish being that you may find it worth it to pursue."
The Strugel looks interested, leaning closer to the camera. "Ah, I knew something was plucking at the web of this dreamscape. Too much of that tends to inflict severe stress on local populations. They can sense when something is wrong. Even as a dream weaver myself, I must move delicately along this web. A dance much like a spider's: predatory and precise. If this thing has brought up conscious concern, then I may need to take action immediately to maintain my presence here."
"Yeah, that's the Seer, alright. She's been trying to siphon all the power she can get from this world from the moment she was brought here, and as one can imagine, that's not exactly healthy for the world as a whole. I've been trying to get strong enough to fight her, but she'd probably reduce me to dust if I fought her one-on-one."
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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)
"I see..." She plucks the pen from the air, and begins sketching out a concept for her new form.
Once she finishes the sketch, mist rises from the floor and fills it out. Once it finishes that, the form takes a deep breath giving it a 3 dimensional form and it twists all its joints 360 degrees before settling to its normal position. "Too MUCh?"
She looks at the creation- a towering creature with numerous long, spindly arms all along its body and a carapace of shimmering stained glass- thinking about it for a moment. "Hmm... perhaps not enough." She starts sketching out another concept.
The first one animates and walks away, disappearing into the void. "PERHAPS start With a Human BASE?"
She stops for a moment, erasing some parts of her design and adding a more humanoid base, before immediately beginning to create an increasingly non-humanoid shell that connects to it.
"What EXActLY do YOu wanT for a Form? WHAT maIn featureS?"
The Strugel looks interested, leaning closer to the camera. "Ah, I knew something was plucking at the web of this dreamscape. Too much of that tends to inflict severe stress on local populations. They can sense when something is wrong. Even as a dream weaver myself, I must move delicately along this web. A dance much like a spider's: predatory and precise. If this thing has brought up conscious concern, then I may need to take action immediately to maintain my presence here."
"Yeah, that's the Seer, alright. She's been trying to siphon all the power she can get from this world from the moment she was brought here, and as one can imagine, that's not exactly healthy for the world as a whole. I've been trying to get strong enough to fight her, but she'd probably reduce me to dust if I fought her one-on-one."
Podmorski rubs his chin and spins in his chair. "At this point in time, I am merely a thought-form, a phantom with no body or life of its own. As a living dream, I could theoretically make anything, but I need them to abide by the laws of your reality to send them into your realm. I am very good with machines, so that's what I typically use when I need minions. If you can get me close enough to set up a dossier, I can easily build a machine that could capture and cook her. Assuming that is even possible." He sounds very confident for someone who has no clue as to what he's facing other than it can reduce deadly monsters to dust.
"I see..." She plucks the pen from the air, and begins sketching out a concept for her new form.
Once she finishes the sketch, mist rises from the floor and fills it out. Once it finishes that, the form takes a deep breath giving it a 3 dimensional form and it twists all its joints 360 degrees before settling to its normal position. "Too MUCh?"
She looks at the creation- a towering creature with numerous long, spindly arms all along its body and a carapace of shimmering stained glass- thinking about it for a moment. "Hmm... perhaps not enough." She starts sketching out another concept.
The first one animates and walks away, disappearing into the void. "PERHAPS start With a Human BASE?"
She stops for a moment, erasing some parts of her design and adding a more humanoid base, before immediately beginning to create an increasingly non-humanoid shell that connects to it.
"What EXActLY do YOu wanT for a Form? WHAT maIn featureS?"
"I'm not specifically looking for any particular features, but I do want it to be-" She stops, a brief moment of inspiration crossing her mind. "I want something that grows. Changes. Develops. Something that's always changing, always adapting... never the same thing for long." She laughs a bit as she starts her work again.
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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)
Entering the tavern is a tall herangon with white fur, splashed with portions of black. He wears a blindfold *Think gojo, JJK*, and a very sharp business suit, as well as a massive and undwieldy black spoon with a sharpened edge and a serrated edge. The sharp bits are silver. "Hello, everybody" he says simply, sitting down at the bar. his voice is wicked, and his very presence feels almost unbearable.
*this cannot get buried, please, somebody...*
He hears muttering, a psychic chatter he was likely not meant to overhear. "...too much disturbance in the zeitgeist. I'll have to send out some more Dreameaters. After all, even a diamond can be crushed."
The Strugel looks interested, leaning closer to the camera. "Ah, I knew something was plucking at the web of this dreamscape. Too much of that tends to inflict severe stress on local populations. They can sense when something is wrong. Even as a dream weaver myself, I must move delicately along this web. A dance much like a spider's: predatory and precise. If this thing has brought up conscious concern, then I may need to take action immediately to maintain my presence here."
"Yeah, that's the Seer, alright. She's been trying to siphon all the power she can get from this world from the moment she was brought here, and as one can imagine, that's not exactly healthy for the world as a whole. I've been trying to get strong enough to fight her, but she'd probably reduce me to dust if I fought her one-on-one."
Podmorski rubs his chin and spins in his chair. "At this point in time, I am merely a thought-form, a phantom with no body or life of its own. As a living dream, I could theoretically make anything, but I need them to abide by the laws of your reality to send them into your realm. I am very good with machines, so that's what I typically use when I need minions. If you can get me close enough to set up a dossier, I can easily build a machine that could capture and cook her. Assuming that is even possible." He sounds very confident for someone who has no clue as to what he's facing other than it can reduce deadly monsters to dust.
"...Yeah, I can do that. I've also got my own reasons to see her dealt with, so if it means she'll be out of the picture, I'm on board!" She seems confident as while, despite not knowing what his plan is or the true extent of the Seer's power.
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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)
*What if I just create the most hyperactive ADHD humanoid ever..*
*I'll find a way to match the energy*
*My idea is to mix Crankgameplays and Markiplier and Sprig from Amphibia and Gumball from AWOG.*
my new character would vibe with this, i think. he's like, chill, but also has random outbursts, and is also murderous.*
*Just straight up character, no preparation, nothing.*
A human male, ranging from 20-25, is outside. He has a camera in hand, taking a picture of a bug that is crawling across of the ground.
The rabbit man takes his massive spoon and cuts the bug in half, cackling
The man screams something that sounds like a bunch of garbled letters and picks up the bug in his hands. He makes a sobbing noise despite not actually crying.
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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
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She stops for a moment, erasing some parts of her design and adding a more humanoid base, before immediately beginning to create an increasingly non-humanoid shell that connects to it.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The Strugel looks interested, leaning closer to the camera. "Ah, I knew something was plucking at the web of this dreamscape. Too much of that tends to inflict severe stress on local populations. They can sense when something is wrong. Even as a dream weaver myself, I must move delicately along this web. A dance much like a spider's: predatory and precise. If this thing has brought up conscious concern, then I may need to take action immediately to maintain my presence here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*What if I just create the most hyperactive ADHD humanoid ever..*
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
"Yeah, that's the Seer, alright. She's been trying to siphon all the power she can get from this world from the moment she was brought here, and as one can imagine, that's not exactly healthy for the world as a whole. I've been trying to get strong enough to fight her, but she'd probably reduce me to dust if I fought her one-on-one."
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)
"What EXActLY do YOu wanT for a Form? WHAT maIn featureS?"
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*My idea is to mix Crankgameplays and Markiplier and Sprig from Amphibia and Gumball from AWOG.*
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
(combination for destruction and chaos)
Extended signature
Podmorski rubs his chin and spins in his chair. "At this point in time, I am merely a thought-form, a phantom with no body or life of its own. As a living dream, I could theoretically make anything, but I need them to abide by the laws of your reality to send them into your realm. I am very good with machines, so that's what I typically use when I need minions. If you can get me close enough to set up a dossier, I can easily build a machine that could capture and cook her. Assuming that is even possible." He sounds very confident for someone who has no clue as to what he's facing other than it can reduce deadly monsters to dust.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Just straight up character, no preparation, nothing.*
A human male, ranging from 20-25, is outside. He has a camera in hand, taking a picture of a bug that is crawling across of 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
"I'm not specifically looking for any particular features, but I do want it to be-" She stops, a brief moment of inspiration crossing her mind. "I want something that grows. Changes. Develops. Something that's always changing, always adapting... never the same thing for long." She laughs a bit as she starts her work again.
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 hears muttering, a psychic chatter he was likely not meant to overhear. "...too much disturbance in the zeitgeist. I'll have to send out some more Dreameaters. After all, even a diamond can be crushed."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"...Yeah, I can do that. I've also got my own reasons to see her dealt with, so if it means she'll be out of the picture, I'm on board!" She seems confident as while, despite not knowing what his plan is or the true extent of the Seer's power.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
The man screams something that sounds like a bunch of garbled letters and picks up the bug in his hands. He makes a sobbing noise despite not actually crying.
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