*i thought there was gonna be a summoning. You can summon her*
Aeris is in a clearing, reading from the evil book. The words are unintelligible.
Thick, thorny tendrils of vine begin poking through the earth
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"I don't think those would work. That one was specifically designed by me. It would be perfect if it weren't for the cost of building it."
"Ahhh, I see." he says, pulling out a mug of tea. "Well, if you can live with the cost, I don't see why self improvement is a bad thing in this scenario."
"Well, when the cost is the lives of others, it starts to seem a lot less worth it."
"That is a predicament..." he says softly.
"Yeah, no kidding." She chuckles a bit, as though she found what she said ironic.
"In all my years..." he says softly, stress lines appearing under his eyes. "I cannot pretend to know how to solve this. I apologize."
"It's fine." She chuckles dryly, clearly stressed as well but trying (and failing) to hide it.
"Hmmm... tea?" He says, pulling another mug from the same dimension.
"...Sure. Thank you."
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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)
He takes a defensive stance, although his face turns red. His eyes begin to spark with electricity as he flexes, his muscles bulging. (Rage)
They look at the smoke left behind as the magic begins to stop, they can see that the child’s hand began to come apart to reveal mechanisms that she can assume fire something very dangerous.
They look to them, looking them in the eyes “What do I smell like to you?” He whispers to them.
*i thought there was gonna be a summoning. You can summon her*
Aeris is in a clearing, reading from the evil book. The words are unintelligible.
Thick, thorny tendrils of vine begin poking through the earth
She begins to chant with more firther in her voice.
*you mean fervor?* The dirt starts to peek away as a body-shaped tangle of vines breaches the surface
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Thick, thorny tendrils of vine begin poking through the earth
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
"...Sure. Thank you."
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)
*Cut for Salem.*
He takes a defensive stance, although his face turns red. His eyes begin to spark with electricity as he flexes, his muscles bulging. (Rage)
They look at the smoke left behind as the magic begins to stop, they can see that the child’s hand began to come apart to reveal mechanisms that she can assume fire something very dangerous.
They look to them, looking them in the eyes “What do I smell like to you?” He whispers to them.
*What if just...*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*what?*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*✨ Implode✨*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*what do you mean?*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Idk mate, I'm tired as hell.,
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I SAVED FELIX*
*I CAN KEEP PLAYING HIM*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*good for you. my dragon has the zoomies*
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*Noice*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*What did I miss, I hear that Felix is back, and I am overjoyed. Anyone want to role play?*
*you mean fervor?*
The dirt starts to peek away as a body-shaped tangle of vines breaches the surface
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
*hey y’all*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.