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 could be better, so I practice every day, and the more I train the better I get, I’ll never be perfect.” She moves with expert speed, reloading in seconds.
He nods and chuckles a bit “That’s true, the claws and immense durability are nice, as well as the healing, but outside of those being an Abomination isn’t what I would have wanted, but what I was stuck with.” He sighs.
"Well... perhaps you can be perfect. Or, at the very least, quite close. We might be able to- to help each other." They hesitate on those last few words, as though speaking them made them feel briefly ill.
"Really? May I ask what happened? If you're comfortable talking about it, of course."
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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
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 could be better, so I practice every day, and the more I train the better I get, I’ll never be perfect.” She moves with expert speed, reloading in seconds.
He nods and chuckles a bit “That’s true, the claws and immense durability are nice, as well as the healing, but outside of those being an Abomination isn’t what I would have wanted, but what I was stuck with.” He sighs.
"Well... perhaps you can be perfect. Or, at the very least, quite close. We might be able to- to help each other." They hesitate on those last few words, as though speaking them made them feel briefly ill.
"Really? May I ask what happened? If you're comfortable talking about it, of course."
They sigh and look up to them for a moment “I don’t know who you are, nor do I care who you are. I don’t need your help, and I don’t want it, I doubt I could help you with anything regardless.” She shoots another bolt.
“I was born possessed, nothing particularly interesting outside of that. I have been shunned by society because of it though.”
*I have awakened from that nap you guys were all insisting I take.*
*I've also decided on what Barbeau's Stigmorta should be.*
*Good to see that you have slept, and that you have had a revelation.*
*Basically my idea is an enhanced version of his Anti-Aura, which basically allows him to absorb all energy around him. In this version, it also applies to kinetic energy.*
*My concept for his death right now is that he started a cooking-themed cult devoted to feeding Spectres so they don't go hunting to fulfill their needs and end up drawing the ire of the exorcists. He was discovered during one of his annual Hungry Ghost Festivals, where he was out on a little candle boat ministering his philosophy of acceptance. He was shot and subsequently drowned in the water beneath him for being a sympathizer.*
*The man has low empathy, but a good heart. He's just got the tism.*
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 could be better, so I practice every day, and the more I train the better I get, I’ll never be perfect.” She moves with expert speed, reloading in seconds.
He nods and chuckles a bit “That’s true, the claws and immense durability are nice, as well as the healing, but outside of those being an Abomination isn’t what I would have wanted, but what I was stuck with.” He sighs.
"Well... perhaps you can be perfect. Or, at the very least, quite close. We might be able to- to help each other." They hesitate on those last few words, as though speaking them made them feel briefly ill.
"Really? May I ask what happened? If you're comfortable talking about it, of course."
They sigh and look up to them for a moment “I don’t know who you are, nor do I care who you are. I don’t need your help, and I don’t want it, I doubt I could help you with anything regardless.” She shoots another bolt.
“I was born possessed, nothing particularly interesting outside of that. I have been shunned by society because of it though.”
"Very well. Though, for if you ever change your mind, I will tell you this. If you find one that refers to themselves as the Traitor... kill them. They cannot be trusted."
"I see. I've also been dealing with something similar, though how I was possessed differs. I've found a decent number of people here that don't seem to mind, though."
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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 could be better, so I practice every day, and the more I train the better I get, I’ll never be perfect.” She moves with expert speed, reloading in seconds.
He nods and chuckles a bit “That’s true, the claws and immense durability are nice, as well as the healing, but outside of those being an Abomination isn’t what I would have wanted, but what I was stuck with.” He sighs.
"Well... perhaps you can be perfect. Or, at the very least, quite close. We might be able to- to help each other." They hesitate on those last few words, as though speaking them made them feel briefly ill.
"Really? May I ask what happened? If you're comfortable talking about it, of course."
They sigh and look up to them for a moment “I don’t know who you are, nor do I care who you are. I don’t need your help, and I don’t want it, I doubt I could help you with anything regardless.” She shoots another bolt.
“I was born possessed, nothing particularly interesting outside of that. I have been shunned by society because of it though.”
"Very well. Though, for if you ever change your mind, I will tell you this. If you find one that refers to themselves as the Traitor... kill them. They cannot be trusted."
"I see. I've also been dealing with something similar, though how I was possessed differs. I've found a decent number of people here that don't seem to mind, though."
“If I change my mind I may, but the way things are now I don’t plan on it, who are you anyway?” They continue.
He laughs and shambles to the bar, ordering them both something to drink, sipping a water.
The Seer's eyes widen, as does her unnerving smile. "That isn't important- I'll tell you what is. The fittingly-named Traitor used to be under my employ. I gave them everything they have, and yet they weren't satisfied. No, they wanted power- and so, they betrayed me, destroying my home and renouncing our pact." They move closer. "That thing they've become is dangerous, and it'd do me and others a lot of good if someone were to stop it."
"So, what brings you to here?"
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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
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)
The Seer's eyes widen, as does her unnerving smile. "That isn't important- I'll tell you what is. The fittingly-named Traitor used to be under my employ. I gave them everything they have, and yet they weren't satisfied. No, they wanted power- and so, they betrayed me, destroying my home and renouncing our pact." They move closer. "That thing they've become is dangerous, and it'd do me and others a lot of good if someone were to stop it."
"So, what brings you to here?"
“Tell me what you think is so unimportant or I won’t even consider helping you. I’m not patient enough to deal with scheming villains.” They still won’t look at them, ignoring them almost entirely.
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
*me 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)
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
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*I have awakened from that nap you guys were all insisting I take.*
*I've also decided on what Barbeau's Stigmorta should be.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
(hi lawrence)
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
*Good to see that you have slept, and that you have had a revelation.*
*My head huuuuurts.*
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
"Well... perhaps you can be perfect. Or, at the very least, quite close. We might be able to- to help each other." They hesitate on those last few words, as though speaking them made them feel briefly ill.
"Really? May I ask what happened? If you're comfortable talking about it, of course."
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)
(drink some water)
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
*You should rest in a cold room, drink lots of water, and breath in steam.*
*i am on auttumn for the first time in a while*
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)
They sigh and look up to them for a moment “I don’t know who you are, nor do I care who you are. I don’t need your help, and I don’t want it, I doubt I could help you with anything regardless.” She shoots another bolt.
“I was born possessed, nothing particularly interesting outside of that. I have been shunned by society because of it though.”
*Basically my idea is an enhanced version of his Anti-Aura, which basically allows him to absorb all energy around him. In this version, it also applies to kinetic energy.*
*My concept for his death right now is that he started a cooking-themed cult devoted to feeding Spectres so they don't go hunting to fulfill their needs and end up drawing the ire of the exorcists. He was discovered during one of his annual Hungry Ghost Festivals, where he was out on a little candle boat ministering his philosophy of acceptance. He was shot and subsequently drowned in the water beneath him for being a sympathizer.*
*The man has low empathy, but a good heart. He's just got the tism.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Ill rp in a bit, got to finish up an rp.*
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
kay. I like rping on um... autumn rn
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)
"Very well. Though, for if you ever change your mind, I will tell you this. If you find one that refers to themselves as the Traitor... kill them. They cannot be trusted."
"I see. I've also been dealing with something similar, though how I was possessed differs. I've found a decent number of people here that don't seem to mind, though."
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)
“If I change my mind I may, but the way things are now I don’t plan on it, who are you anyway?” They continue.
He laughs and shambles to the bar, ordering them both something to drink, sipping a water.
*Snippet*
The Seer's eyes widen, as does her unnerving smile. "That isn't important- I'll tell you what is. The fittingly-named Traitor used to be under my employ. I gave them everything they have, and yet they weren't satisfied. No, they wanted power- and so, they betrayed me, destroying my home and renouncing our pact." They move closer. "That thing they've become is dangerous, and it'd do me and others a lot of good if someone were to stop it."
"So, what brings you to here?"
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'm sad anyone wanna rp*
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
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)
“Tell me what you think is so unimportant or I won’t even consider helping you. I’m not patient enough to deal with scheming villains.” They still won’t look at them, ignoring them almost entirely.
“My adventuring party went here.”
*Who would like to RP?*
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
*me 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)
(sure)
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