Ethra nods when he asks if they're siblings, whist Othra shrugs "Can't be doing your job every second, can ya?"
He chuckles at that, nodding "Taking a little vacation from work? Sounds fun, this is a good town to go to from what I've heard."
Othra nods, and Ethra stretches (Oh yeah just so ya know, Othra is a girl, and Ethra is a boy)
(Good to know, I was going to pretend they didn't have gender identities until you told me.)
He points to the Lord's Rest Inn "That's a good place to start if you want to meet people. I'll be here or on a hunt if ya need me." He says, "Or ya could stay with me, if ya'd like."
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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.'
*I'm also doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible. I'd think Tim would fit well as a god of magic or hope- though, the decision's entirely up to you.*
"Thank you, I'm certain it will be." She responds, a small smile on her face as she thinks about it for a few seconds.
"Yes, it's over." It answers. "The processing machine is in the next room over. Your ascension awaits."
*Good to hear you're doing good enough. Hope makes sense, magic does as well, I'll have to decide rather quickly won't I? Maybe a coin flip, heads Hope, tails Magic?*
She sees the smile, and the rows of sharp teeth, her interest growing drastically as her eyes will with a soft, 'mad doctor' kind of insanity "Oh that's very interesting. Are you a being existing inside of a construct?"
He takes a long deep breath, closing his eyes and preparing himself before walking towards the room, hoping for the best.
*The coin flip sounds like it would work well, or maybe Tim could have bits of both- many gods in D&D settings encompass multiple domains.*
"A construct of sorts- this body was grown and modified in the laboratory of a friend of mine, whom I worked with to create it." She answers, eager to recount the process with a similar madness in her eyes as well, remembering it as though it all happened yesterday. "Then, they killed me, put my soul in a magic container, put that container in the body, and the transfer was complete."
He walks back into the room with that abominable machine- the same one that callously slaughtered the star used to make the celestial confection he and Helianth and Felix shared that fateful day. The roots of the Elder Evil have spread to even here, another of Helianth's flower heads growing in the corner of the room, though it is entirely powerless to collect the star's entrails itself.
(Good to know, I was going to pretend they didn't have gender identities until you told me.)
He points to the Lord's Rest Inn "That's a good place to start if you want to meet people. I'll be here or on a hunt if ya need me." He says, "Or ya could stay with me, if ya'd like."
They stare to each other, and nod. They turn back to him "We'll stay with ya for now"
Millie lowers her staff and waves, her wooden joints squeaking
Rei nods to the person
He waves back
"morning"
"Hello" she says, trying to start a conversation of some sort
Rei waves to them "Hi"
"may i ask what you are"
"how are ya"
"I'm... a doll of some sort?... one made by some carver" She thinks for a moment
"Good, you?"
"interesting. I don't think i've seen something like you before"
They shrug "could be better"
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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
(Good to know, I was going to pretend they didn't have gender identities until you told me.)
He points to the Lord's Rest Inn "That's a good place to start if you want to meet people. I'll be here or on a hunt if ya need me." He says, "Or ya could stay with me, if ya'd like."
They stare to each other, and nod. They turn back to him "We'll stay with ya for now"
"Sounds good ta me, make yaselves comfortable, I was about to cook this sucker up." He takes a cooking set out of his absolutely massive backpack.
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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.'
*I'm also doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible. I'd think Tim would fit well as a god of magic or hope- though, the decision's entirely up to you.*
"Thank you, I'm certain it will be." She responds, a small smile on her face as she thinks about it for a few seconds.
"Yes, it's over." It answers. "The processing machine is in the next room over. Your ascension awaits."
*Good to hear you're doing good enough. Hope makes sense, magic does as well, I'll have to decide rather quickly won't I? Maybe a coin flip, heads Hope, tails Magic?*
She sees the smile, and the rows of sharp teeth, her interest growing drastically as her eyes will with a soft, 'mad doctor' kind of insanity "Oh that's very interesting. Are you a being existing inside of a construct?"
He takes a long deep breath, closing his eyes and preparing himself before walking towards the room, hoping for the best.
*The coin flip sounds like it would work well, or maybe Tim could have bits of both- many gods in D&D settings encompass multiple domains.*
"A construct of sorts- this body was grown and modified in the laboratory of a friend of mine, whom I worked with to create it." She answers, eager to recount the process with a similar madness in her eyes as well, remembering it as though it all happened yesterday. "Then, they killed me, put my soul in a magic container, put that container in the body, and the transfer was complete."
He walks back into the room with that abominable machine- the same one that callously slaughtered the star used to make the celestial confection he and Helianth and Felix shared that fateful day. The roots of the Elder Evil have spread to even here, another of Helianth's flower heads growing in the corner of the room, though it is entirely powerless to collect the star's entrails itself.
*A little bit of both it is, I didn't expect Tim to end up a god when I made him, but I do enjoy the thought.*
She listens intently to every bit they have to say, taking out her medical journal and beginning to write something inside of it, nodding along "Hmm, interest. Oh, I'm Paracelsus by the way."
He now knows what to do, compared to last time that fateful day. He prepares himself, though worry covers his face and fills his eyes, making sure to control his breathing as to not begin hyperventilating. He clasps his hands together and waits for them consumption of the star to be complete, and for the chance to taste of what remains.
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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.'
(Good to know, I was going to pretend they didn't have gender identities until you told me.)
He points to the Lord's Rest Inn "That's a good place to start if you want to meet people. I'll be here or on a hunt if ya need me." He says, "Or ya could stay with me, if ya'd like."
They stare to each other, and nod. They turn back to him "We'll stay with ya for now"
"Sounds good ta me, make yaselves comfortable, I was about to cook this sucker up." He takes a cooking set out of his absolutely massive backpack.
Both of them sit down, Ethra laying his staff down
(Good to know, I was going to pretend they didn't have gender identities until you told me.)
He points to the Lord's Rest Inn "That's a good place to start if you want to meet people. I'll be here or on a hunt if ya need me." He says, "Or ya could stay with me, if ya'd like."
They stare to each other, and nod. They turn back to him "We'll stay with ya for now"
"Sounds good ta me, make yaselves comfortable, I was about to cook this sucker up." He takes a cooking set out of his absolutely massive backpack.
Both of them sit down, Ethra laying his staff down
He begins cutting into the beast, humming the anthem of the Monster Hunter's Guild, an energetic lad.
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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.'
*I'm also doing alright- not great, but certainly not terrible. I'd think Tim would fit well as a god of magic or hope- though, the decision's entirely up to you.*
"Thank you, I'm certain it will be." She responds, a small smile on her face as she thinks about it for a few seconds.
"Yes, it's over." It answers. "The processing machine is in the next room over. Your ascension awaits."
*Good to hear you're doing good enough. Hope makes sense, magic does as well, I'll have to decide rather quickly won't I? Maybe a coin flip, heads Hope, tails Magic?*
She sees the smile, and the rows of sharp teeth, her interest growing drastically as her eyes will with a soft, 'mad doctor' kind of insanity "Oh that's very interesting. Are you a being existing inside of a construct?"
He takes a long deep breath, closing his eyes and preparing himself before walking towards the room, hoping for the best.
*The coin flip sounds like it would work well, or maybe Tim could have bits of both- many gods in D&D settings encompass multiple domains.*
"A construct of sorts- this body was grown and modified in the laboratory of a friend of mine, whom I worked with to create it." She answers, eager to recount the process with a similar madness in her eyes as well, remembering it as though it all happened yesterday. "Then, they killed me, put my soul in a magic container, put that container in the body, and the transfer was complete."
He walks back into the room with that abominable machine- the same one that callously slaughtered the star used to make the celestial confection he and Helianth and Felix shared that fateful day. The roots of the Elder Evil have spread to even here, another of Helianth's flower heads growing in the corner of the room, though it is entirely powerless to collect the star's entrails itself.
*A little bit of both it is, I didn't expect Tim to end up a god when I made him, but I do enjoy the thought.*
She listens intently to every bit they have to say, taking out her medical journal and beginning to write something inside of it, nodding along "Hmm, interesting. Oh, I'm Paracelsus by the way."
He now knows what to do, compared to last time that fateful day. He prepares himself, though worry covers his face and fills his eyes, making sure to control his breathing as to not begin hyperventilating. He clasps his hands together and waits for them consumption of the star to be complete, and for the chance to taste of what remains.
*I didn't expect it either, but I look forward to what happens. I didn't expect Helianth to succeed much at all when I made it- they were meant to be a villain for a little while that either gave up on their goal, or died in a suitably poetic Icarus-like fashion. It becoming an Elder Evil was not on my bingo card lol.*
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Paracelsus. I'm KK." She cheerfully responds, looking towards the medical journal for a second though not prying about its contents.
After a minute, the last of the star has been filtered through the machine, stored in the secondary tank connected to it. It's done. All that's left for him to do is collect the distilled core, and claim its 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)
(Good to know, I was going to pretend they didn't have gender identities until you told me.)
He points to the Lord's Rest Inn "That's a good place to start if you want to meet people. I'll be here or on a hunt if ya need me." He says, "Or ya could stay with me, if ya'd like."
They stare to each other, and nod. They turn back to him "We'll stay with ya for now"
"Sounds good ta me, make yaselves comfortable, I was about to cook this sucker up." He takes a cooking set out of his absolutely massive backpack.
Both of them sit down, Ethra laying his staff down
He begins cutting into the beast, humming the anthem of the Monster Hunter's Guild, an energetic lad.
Othra hums the anthem, and Ethra looks to the beast
"I'm... a doll of some sort?... one made by some carver" She thinks for a moment
"Good, you?"
"interesting. I don't think i've seen something like you before"
They shrug "could be better"
"Ya probably haven't; I was made bye a four-hundred year old elf who wanted to be a god of creation before they died... so they crafted me"
"Hmm"
"I guess that makes sense"
They tilt their head "what?"
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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
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 didn't expect it either, but I look forward to what happens. I didn't expect Helianth to succeed much at all when I made it- they were meant to be a villain for a little while that either gave up on their goal, or died in a suitably poetic Icarus-like fashion. It becoming an Elder Evil was not on my bingo card lol.*
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Paracelsus. I'm KK." She cheerfully responds, looking towards the medical journal for a second though not prying about its contents.
After a minute, the last of the star has been filtered through the machine, stored in the secondary tank connected to it. It's done. All that's left for him to do is collect the distilled core, and claim its power.
*Helianth becoming a parental figure wasn't on my bingo card either, it is what it is.*
She notices their moment of interest, putting down the medical journal "Oh this is simply my notes on experiments and things. I'm planning to create an all cure of some kind. The pleasure is all mine though, just meeting you suggests so much left for me to discover. Your partner is lucky to be marrying you."
He walks over to one of the tanks, thinking to himself 'This is the moment, godhood here I come.' It takes all of the patient steps to make it consumable in the form it is currently in before downing some of the distilled core. For a long moment after, nothing seems to happen, until the lights around flicker, the cracks along Tim's skin that glow light lose their radiance for a moment before it grows back in full. So bright the radiance envolops his form as if he were a shining star himself, the golden light mixing with the wild magic's rainbows of color. He begins to float softly off of the ground, unable to speak as power and understanding of that power fills his being. Once the transformation is complete, something seems different, the cracks along his skin have become marks, his pulsating flesh has become normal again. He's the kid he used to be, and yet, his power has only grown expansively.
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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.'
"I'm... a doll of some sort?... one made by some carver" She thinks for a moment
"Good, you?"
"interesting. I don't think i've seen something like you before"
They shrug "could be better"
"Ya probably haven't; I was made bye a four-hundred year old elf who wanted to be a god of creation before they died... so they crafted me"
"Hmm"
"I guess that makes sense"
They tilt their head "what?"
"Not really" she cracks her neck, splinters flying out
"Nothin'..."
"why not?"
They fold their arms
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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
(Good to know, I was going to pretend they didn't have gender identities until you told me.)
He points to the Lord's Rest Inn "That's a good place to start if you want to meet people. I'll be here or on a hunt if ya need me." He says, "Or ya could stay with me, if ya'd like."
They stare to each other, and nod. They turn back to him "We'll stay with ya for now"
"Sounds good ta me, make yaselves comfortable, I was about to cook this sucker up." He takes a cooking set out of his absolutely massive backpack.
Both of them sit down, Ethra laying his staff down
He begins cutting into the beast, humming the anthem of the Monster Hunter's Guild, an energetic lad.
Othra hums the anthem, and Ethra looks to the beast
A creature built to live in swamps, strange it was around here, maybe something forced it out of it's own environment.
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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.'
KK is at a table outside the Inn, tinkering with a radio.
The Spelljammer has stopped within collection range of its third star, which makes a feeble attempt at fighting back with flares of celestial fire the ship is entirely immune to. Helianth is still rooted into place in its medical ward, controlling the vessel with its myriad roots that have spread throughout the entire vessel.
Isaac sits across from her "hello"
A smaller ship pops up on the radar
A pair of her eyes looks up from her work over at him, a small smile on her face. "Hey, Isaac. What's up?" She responds, still working on modifying the device.
One of the Elder Evil's flower heads sees the ship appear on the radar, and the few flowers that have grown on the vessel's exterior begin looking around for wherever the other ship may be.
"not much. what are ya trying to do"
They see an absence, a moving spot of darkness that is only noticeable by the disappearance and reappearance of distant stars as it moves past
"I saw something about someone using radio signals to contact... something- probably an otherworldly presence. So, I figured I'd try to reverse-engineer it and see if I can do the same thing." She explains casually, as though conversing about the weather.
It sends a telepathic signal in the direction of that darkness. "Who are you?" It calls out into the void.
"I might be of help in that regard, depending on what you want to contact"
It gets its question mirrored back at it
*Sorry I missed this*
"The thing is... I'm not entirely sure what it's meant to contact. I think I heard something about pillars and mercy, but that's all." She responds, thinking of something.
"I am a traveler, here to taste the very stars. What are you?" It responds.
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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 begins cutting into the beast, humming the anthem of the Monster Hunter's Guild, an energetic lad.
Othra hums the anthem, and Ethra looks to the beast
A creature built to live in swamps, strange it was around here, maybe something forced it out of it's own environment.
She blinks to it
Thorfinn notices their confusion "Oh yeah, this thing should've been in a swamp, shouldn't it? Maybe a Rathalos moved into the area, or something. Either of you hungry?"
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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.'
(Good to know, I was going to pretend they didn't have gender identities until you told me.)
He points to the Lord's Rest Inn "That's a good place to start if you want to meet people. I'll be here or on a hunt if ya need me." He says, "Or ya could stay with me, if ya'd like."
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.)
*The coin flip sounds like it would work well, or maybe Tim could have bits of both- many gods in D&D settings encompass multiple domains.*
"A construct of sorts- this body was grown and modified in the laboratory of a friend of mine, whom I worked with to create it." She answers, eager to recount the process with a similar madness in her eyes as well, remembering it as though it all happened yesterday. "Then, they killed me, put my soul in a magic container, put that container in the body, and the transfer was complete."
He walks back into the room with that abominable machine- the same one that callously slaughtered the star used to make the celestial confection he and Helianth and Felix shared that fateful day. The roots of the Elder Evil have spread to even here, another of Helianth's flower heads growing in the corner of the room, though it is entirely powerless to collect the star's entrails itself.
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)
They stare to each other, and nod. They turn back to him "We'll stay with ya for now"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"interesting. I don't think i've seen something like you before"
They shrug "could be better"
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
"Sounds good ta me, make yaselves comfortable, I was about to cook this sucker up." He takes a cooking set out of his absolutely massive backpack.
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.)
"Ya probably haven't; I was made bye a four-hundred year old elf who wanted to be a god of creation before they died... so they crafted me"
"Hmm"
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*A little bit of both it is, I didn't expect Tim to end up a god when I made him, but I do enjoy the thought.*
She listens intently to every bit they have to say, taking out her medical journal and beginning to write something inside of it, nodding along "Hmm, interest. Oh, I'm Paracelsus by the way."
He now knows what to do, compared to last time that fateful day. He prepares himself, though worry covers his face and fills his eyes, making sure to control his breathing as to not begin hyperventilating. He clasps his hands together and waits for them consumption of the star to be complete, and for the chance to taste of what remains.
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.)
Both of them sit down, Ethra laying his staff down
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
He begins cutting into the beast, humming the anthem of the Monster Hunter's Guild, an energetic lad.
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 didn't expect it either, but I look forward to what happens. I didn't expect Helianth to succeed much at all when I made it- they were meant to be a villain for a little while that either gave up on their goal, or died in a suitably poetic Icarus-like fashion. It becoming an Elder Evil was not on my bingo card lol.*
"A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Paracelsus. I'm KK." She cheerfully responds, looking towards the medical journal for a second though not prying about its contents.
After a minute, the last of the star has been filtered through the machine, stored in the secondary tank connected to it. It's done. All that's left for him to do is collect the distilled core, and claim its 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)
Othra hums the anthem, and Ethra looks to the beast
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
"I guess that makes sense"
They tilt their head "what?"
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
(did you see my reply Yvonne?)
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
"Not really" she cracks her neck, splinters flying out
"Nothin'..."
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
*Helianth becoming a parental figure wasn't on my bingo card either, it is what it is.*
She notices their moment of interest, putting down the medical journal "Oh this is simply my notes on experiments and things. I'm planning to create an all cure of some kind. The pleasure is all mine though, just meeting you suggests so much left for me to discover. Your partner is lucky to be marrying you."
He walks over to one of the tanks, thinking to himself 'This is the moment, godhood here I come.' It takes all of the patient steps to make it consumable in the form it is currently in before downing some of the distilled core. For a long moment after, nothing seems to happen, until the lights around flicker, the cracks along Tim's skin that glow light lose their radiance for a moment before it grows back in full. So bright the radiance envolops his form as if he were a shining star himself, the golden light mixing with the wild magic's rainbows of color. He begins to float softly off of the ground, unable to speak as power and understanding of that power fills his being. Once the transformation is complete, something seems different, the cracks along his skin have become marks, his pulsating flesh has become normal again. He's the kid he used to be, and yet, his power has only grown expansively.
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.)
"why not?"
They fold their arms
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 creature built to live in swamps, strange it was around here, maybe something forced it out of it's own environment.
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.)
*Sorry I missed this*
"The thing is... I'm not entirely sure what it's meant to contact. I think I heard something about pillars and mercy, but that's all." She responds, thinking of something.
"I am a traveler, here to taste the very stars. What are you?" It responds.
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 blinks to it
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025
'Naner Day, Tuesday, March 3rd, 2026
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Salem has dubbed me Fellow Pancake of The Fox.
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry.
I am also a eepy eeper, who likes WoF, WC, and fire.
Thorfinn notices their confusion "Oh yeah, this thing should've been in a swamp, shouldn't it? Maybe a Rathalos moved into the area, or something. Either of you hungry?"
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.)