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)
Omori follows her, helping with the circle to the best of her ability before sitting beside her.
KK walks beside him, just happy to have him by her side, feeling like the luckiest and happiest partly-humanoid horror in the whole world.
Merabelle takes Omori's hand, looking to them for a moment "We are gonna cast an actual spell, an' not just a cantrip. Okay?"
Eventually, they reach the Inn, Henry holding the door for them as any gentleman would, pulling out their chair for them, and then ordering an ice water.
"Okay." She responds, internally readying herself for casting whatever spell they're planning.
KK thanks him for holding the door and for pulling out a chair for her, ordering a licorice tea for herself before sitting beside him.
Merabelle begins to channel power into them and into the druidic circle, much more power than usual as they slow try to cast a more stable Heal on Sparrow.
He smiles, just watching them happily as he drains his glass before saying "I... apologize for the way I may act sometimes, as you know, my mind isn't entirely my own."
Omori almost loses her concentration for a second, the rush of druidic magic being far more than she's used to, but recovers quickly and begins channeling her part of the magic into the circle as well, trying to mimic Merabelle's casting to the best of her ability.
She takes a small sip from her tea, not seeming to care in the least about its near-scalding temperature. "No apologies are necessary. I've been told before I've lost a marble or two myself. Though, that likely isn't news to you." She dryly chuckles a bit.
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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)
*All good. I passed out in class. Sorry for my delay*
"There we go!" he says happily
She doesn't open her eyes to look, but does smile a bit at hearing that it worked. She focuses a bit more on the little wisp of starlight, it growing in brightness by just the slightest bit.
He laughs happily. "Open your eyes!"
The light grows just a touch brighter still. She opens her eyes for a brief second, immediately flinching a bit and averting her gaze as to not look directly at the glowing wisp. The light flickers a bit, and she tries to hold concentration on 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)
*great song: Travels, Affair of the heart by robin appelqvist*
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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)
*All good. I passed out in class. Sorry for my delay*
"There we go!" he says happily
She doesn't open her eyes to look, but does smile a bit at hearing that it worked. She focuses a bit more on the little wisp of starlight, it growing in brightness by just the slightest bit.
He laughs happily. "Open your eyes!"
The light grows just a touch brighter still. She opens her eyes for a brief second, immediately flinching a bit and averting her gaze as to not look directly at the glowing wisp. The light flickers a bit, and she tries to hold concentration on it.
"Deep breaths, deep breaths." he says
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Omori almost loses her concentration for a second, the rush of druidic magic being far more than she's used to, but recovers quickly and begins channeling her part of the magic into the circle as well, trying to mimic Merabelle's casting to the best of her ability.
She takes a small sip from her tea, not seeming to care in the least about its near-scalding temperature. "No apologies are necessary. I've been told before I've lost a marble or two myself. Though, that likely isn't news to you." She dryly chuckles a bit.
Omori does well enough at mimicking Merabelle, as she recites the words of power, the druidic circle and the tree, grass, and every other ounce of nature around them beginning to resonate with the power they have giving off to help their friend as well as teach Omori.
Once his water is finished, he leans back in his chair, chuckling "I just didn't want you to feel the need to worry about me, even at my worst, I will love you."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
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 aren't denying what I said. I know who you were fighting, they wouldn't fight anyone unless they felt someone wanted to fight them."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*good morning lovies!*
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)
*Allo*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
His jaw pops.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Omori almost loses her concentration for a second, the rush of druidic magic being far more than she's used to, but recovers quickly and begins channeling her part of the magic into the circle as well, trying to mimic Merabelle's casting to the best of her ability.
She takes a small sip from her tea, not seeming to care in the least about its near-scalding temperature. "No apologies are necessary. I've been told before I've lost a marble or two myself. Though, that likely isn't news to you." She dryly chuckles a bit.
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 squints at that "Then again, I might be wrong."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Wrong about what exactly."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The light grows just a touch brighter still. She opens her eyes for a brief second, immediately flinching a bit and averting her gaze as to not look directly at the glowing wisp. The light flickers a bit, and she tries to hold concentration on 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)
*great song: Travels, Affair of the heart by robin appelqvist*
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)
"Deep breaths, deep breaths." he says
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Omori does well enough at mimicking Merabelle, as she recites the words of power, the druidic circle and the tree, grass, and every other ounce of nature around them beginning to resonate with the power they have giving off to help their friend as well as teach Omori.
Once his water is finished, he leans back in his chair, chuckling "I just didn't want you to feel the need to worry about me, even at my worst, I will love you."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(anyone want to rp)
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's... It doesn't matter, he probably isn't going to be vengeful."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"I'll kick his arse again if he is."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Again, you didn't look good after that fight from what I saw, but that's not my business."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
"Well, I was also exhausted from traveling." he grumbles.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*This sounds really stupid but I kinda want to make a Call Of Duty sort of military-based rp tavern but its not a tavern, its a military base.*
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
*-loud creak- I. Would. Love. That.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I don't need your excuses, it's none of my business. You won either way."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Yep*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.