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“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
He sighs, leaning into her even more, “Love you more.” He wraps his arms around her.
He holds out his hands to them, putting one of the side of their face, “I’m real, you aren’t going crazy, he was able to just turn my heart off with some kind of cold. I couldn’t fight very well after that.”
“Sounds like an amazing time, a wonderfully beautiful relationship, I’m happy for you both.”
"Love you the most." she's chubby again
"Well, I guess that's fair.. maybe you need some kind of heat stone, too. And.. why are you still so cold?..."
"You seem pretty happy yourself."
He’s perfectly fine with that, nuzzling into the chub, “That’s cheating.” He says with a smile up at her.
“I… I don’t really know, I’ve never felt cold before.” He feels at his hands, looking down at them before forcing them to warm back up, pushing it to burn himself hotter and hotter.
“I do seem that way, don’t I? Life has a funny way of doing that.” He says, putting away his bango.
"Show me the rulebook and I'll believe you." but she snickers and clings to him, making sure he cant go anywhere
"Don't exhert yourself too much, okay?... I think the guy who killed you is dead now."
"Indeed it does. Maybe the nomadic way of life is the way to go, as long as you have somebody nearby that you love."
He laughs with her, crushed by her strength, closing his eyes “Well, it’s best I get some sleep, and this seems like the perfect place to do it.” He sighs.
Eventually he lets go of the heat, going back to a solid temperature, though he’s afraid he’s still cold to the touch.
“I agree, speaking of which, it’s best I get moving soon, never stay in one place to long. It was wonderful talking with you.” He stands up.
It doesn’t take much longer for Henry to follow, or more accurately he isn’t Henry anymore, far from the being he once was, his original appearance far from the being he is now.
Walking out of the water with footsteps so silent it’s as if he wasn’t ever there at all, if he were made of nothing himself. His general shape is the same, humanoid, but he isn’t human, skin turned black as if he bathed in tar, there is little face of his left, teeth without a mouth shining white, portions of his body made of bone, seemingly at random, a tundra like cold coming off of him. The only thing that remains the same of him is his eyes and his ring on his finger, his eyes remaining that silver, though it glows brighter than ever before. He doesn’t seem to have an artefact, until he realizes, the only thing that remained intact, his ring, his most cherished possession. He looks up to his wife, the cold dispersing immediately.
The looming horror that is- or at least, was KK- looks back down at him with her blank, expressionless mask, leaning down slightly towards him. On one of her hands, her own ring can be seen, integrated into the chitinous plating of her shell. The Architect skitters a bit closer to him on her myriad arms (legs? arm-legs?).
"We did it, dear." She says, sounding overjoyed. "How do you feel?"
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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 doesn’t take much longer for Henry to follow, or more accurately he isn’t Henry anymore, far from the being he once was, his original appearance far from the being he is now.
Walking out of the water with footsteps so silent it’s as if he wasn’t ever there at all, if he were made of nothing himself. His general shape is the same, humanoid, but he isn’t human, skin turned black as if he bathed in tar, there is little face of his left, teeth without a mouth shining white, portions of his body made of bone, seemingly at random, a tundra like cold coming off of him. The only thing that remains the same of him is his eyes and his ring on his finger, his eyes remaining that silver, though it glows brighter than ever before. He doesn’t seem to have an artefact, until he realizes, the only thing that remained intact, his ring, his most cherished possession. He looks up to his wife, the cold dispersing immediately.
The looming horror that is- or at least, was KK- looks back down at him with her blank, expressionless mask, leaning down slightly towards him. On one of her hands, her own ring can be seen, integrated into the chitinous plating of her shell. The Architect skitters a bit closer to him on her myriad arms (legs? arm-legs?).
"We did it, dear." She says, sounding overjoyed. "How do you feel?"
He doesn’t seem to be able to speak, his voice the sound of bubbling tar, boiling within his mouth, and yet he is perfectly understood as his eyes seem to widen without eye lids, “I feel… everything that can be felt… this is my perfect form?” He asks her, not concerned, just confused at himself, not afraid, just… he doesn’t even know.
It doesn’t take much longer for Henry to follow, or more accurately he isn’t Henry anymore, far from the being he once was, his original appearance far from the being he is now.
Walking out of the water with footsteps so silent it’s as if he wasn’t ever there at all, if he were made of nothing himself. His general shape is the same, humanoid, but he isn’t human, skin turned black as if he bathed in tar, there is little face of his left, teeth without a mouth shining white, portions of his body made of bone, seemingly at random, a tundra like cold coming off of him. The only thing that remains the same of him is his eyes and his ring on his finger, his eyes remaining that silver, though it glows brighter than ever before. He doesn’t seem to have an artefact, until he realizes, the only thing that remained intact, his ring, his most cherished possession. He looks up to his wife, the cold dispersing immediately.
The looming horror that is- or at least, was KK- looks back down at him with her blank, expressionless mask, leaning down slightly towards him. On one of her hands, her own ring can be seen, integrated into the chitinous plating of her shell. The Architect skitters a bit closer to him on her myriad arms (legs? arm-legs?).
"We did it, dear." She says, sounding overjoyed. "How do you feel?"
He doesn’t seem to be able to speak, his voice the sound of bubbling tar, boiling within his mouth, and yet he is perfectly understood as his eyes seem to widen without eye lids, “I feel… everything that can be felt… this is my perfect form?” He asks her, not concerned, just confused at himself, not afraid, just… he doesn’t even know.
"Yes- at the absolute least, it's a large step towards it." The Architect answers, placing a large clawed gauntlet gently on his shoulder, trying to reassure him. "You look wonderful as always, darling."
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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)
“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
He sighs, leaning into her even more, “Love you more.” He wraps his arms around her.
He holds out his hands to them, putting one of the side of their face, “I’m real, you aren’t going crazy, he was able to just turn my heart off with some kind of cold. I couldn’t fight very well after that.”
“Sounds like an amazing time, a wonderfully beautiful relationship, I’m happy for you both.”
"Love you the most." she's chubby again
"Well, I guess that's fair.. maybe you need some kind of heat stone, too. And.. why are you still so cold?..."
"You seem pretty happy yourself."
He’s perfectly fine with that, nuzzling into the chub, “That’s cheating.” He says with a smile up at her.
“I… I don’t really know, I’ve never felt cold before.” He feels at his hands, looking down at them before forcing them to warm back up, pushing it to burn himself hotter and hotter.
“I do seem that way, don’t I? Life has a funny way of doing that.” He says, putting away his bango.
"Show me the rulebook and I'll believe you." but she snickers and clings to him, making sure he cant go anywhere
"Don't exhert yourself too much, okay?... I think the guy who killed you is dead now."
"Indeed it does. Maybe the nomadic way of life is the way to go, as long as you have somebody nearby that you love."
He laughs with her, crushed by her strength, closing his eyes “Well, it’s best I get some sleep, and this seems like the perfect place to do it.” He sighs.
Eventually he lets go of the heat, going back to a solid temperature, though he’s afraid he’s still cold to the touch.
“I agree, speaking of which, it’s best I get moving soon, never stay in one place to long. It was wonderful talking with you.” He stands up.
"Great, then i'll be trapped in a room with two sleeping babies.. Go ahead, dear.. rest." she lets him go just a bit
She touches his face, pleasantly surprised "I think that's normal."
"Well, it was nice to meet you." she smiles
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*I am here. just dropped my reply to yours from a couple hours ago*
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It doesn’t take much longer for Henry to follow, or more accurately he isn’t Henry anymore, far from the being he once was, his original appearance far from the being he is now.
Walking out of the water with footsteps so silent it’s as if he wasn’t ever there at all, if he were made of nothing himself. His general shape is the same, humanoid, but he isn’t human, skin turned black as if he bathed in tar, there is little face of his left, teeth without a mouth shining white, portions of his body made of bone, seemingly at random, a tundra like cold coming off of him. The only thing that remains the same of him is his eyes and his ring on his finger, his eyes remaining that silver, though it glows brighter than ever before. He doesn’t seem to have an artefact, until he realizes, the only thing that remained intact, his ring, his most cherished possession. He looks up to his wife, the cold dispersing immediately.
The looming horror that is- or at least, was KK- looks back down at him with her blank, expressionless mask, leaning down slightly towards him. On one of her hands, her own ring can be seen, integrated into the chitinous plating of her shell. The Architect skitters a bit closer to him on her myriad arms (legs? arm-legs?).
"We did it, dear." She says, sounding overjoyed. "How do you feel?"
He doesn’t seem to be able to speak, his voice the sound of bubbling tar, boiling within his mouth, and yet he is perfectly understood as his eyes seem to widen without eye lids, “I feel… everything that can be felt… this is my perfect form?” He asks her, not concerned, just confused at himself, not afraid, just… he doesn’t even know.
"Yes- at the absolute least, it's a large step towards it." The Architect answers, placing a large clawed gauntlet gently on his shoulder, trying to reassure him. "You look wonderful as always, darling."
He sighs, the reassurance helping at least a little, still unable to speak despite his mouth moving. He closes his eyes, that void like tar covering them before he replies “And you the same, if not more so, you are the light of my life, all the same.”
“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
He sighs, leaning into her even more, “Love you more.” He wraps his arms around her.
He holds out his hands to them, putting one of the side of their face, “I’m real, you aren’t going crazy, he was able to just turn my heart off with some kind of cold. I couldn’t fight very well after that.”
“Sounds like an amazing time, a wonderfully beautiful relationship, I’m happy for you both.”
"Love you the most." she's chubby again
"Well, I guess that's fair.. maybe you need some kind of heat stone, too. And.. why are you still so cold?..."
"You seem pretty happy yourself."
He’s perfectly fine with that, nuzzling into the chub, “That’s cheating.” He says with a smile up at her.
“I… I don’t really know, I’ve never felt cold before.” He feels at his hands, looking down at them before forcing them to warm back up, pushing it to burn himself hotter and hotter.
“I do seem that way, don’t I? Life has a funny way of doing that.” He says, putting away his bango.
"Show me the rulebook and I'll believe you." but she snickers and clings to him, making sure he cant go anywhere
"Don't exhert yourself too much, okay?... I think the guy who killed you is dead now."
"Indeed it does. Maybe the nomadic way of life is the way to go, as long as you have somebody nearby that you love."
He laughs with her, crushed by her strength, closing his eyes “Well, it’s best I get some sleep, and this seems like the perfect place to do it.” He sighs.
Eventually he lets go of the heat, going back to a solid temperature, though he’s afraid he’s still cold to the touch.
“I agree, speaking of which, it’s best I get moving soon, never stay in one place to long. It was wonderful talking with you.” He stands up.
"Great, then i'll be trapped in a room with two sleeping babies.. Go ahead, dear.. rest." she lets him go just a bit
She touches his face, pleasantly surprised "I think that's normal."
"Well, it was nice to meet you." she smiles
He rolls his eyes, nuzzling into her before slowly falling into a deep sleep, and from his mutters, dreaming about her.
He sighs, the ground around him turning molten before he looks to them, “I’m so sorry…”
“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
He sighs, leaning into her even more, “Love you more.” He wraps his arms around her.
He holds out his hands to them, putting one of the side of their face, “I’m real, you aren’t going crazy, he was able to just turn my heart off with some kind of cold. I couldn’t fight very well after that.”
“Sounds like an amazing time, a wonderfully beautiful relationship, I’m happy for you both.”
"Love you the most." she's chubby again
"Well, I guess that's fair.. maybe you need some kind of heat stone, too. And.. why are you still so cold?..."
"You seem pretty happy yourself."
He’s perfectly fine with that, nuzzling into the chub, “That’s cheating.” He says with a smile up at her.
“I… I don’t really know, I’ve never felt cold before.” He feels at his hands, looking down at them before forcing them to warm back up, pushing it to burn himself hotter and hotter.
“I do seem that way, don’t I? Life has a funny way of doing that.” He says, putting away his bango.
"Show me the rulebook and I'll believe you." but she snickers and clings to him, making sure he cant go anywhere
"Don't exhert yourself too much, okay?... I think the guy who killed you is dead now."
"Indeed it does. Maybe the nomadic way of life is the way to go, as long as you have somebody nearby that you love."
He laughs with her, crushed by her strength, closing his eyes “Well, it’s best I get some sleep, and this seems like the perfect place to do it.” He sighs.
Eventually he lets go of the heat, going back to a solid temperature, though he’s afraid he’s still cold to the touch.
“I agree, speaking of which, it’s best I get moving soon, never stay in one place to long. It was wonderful talking with you.” He stands up.
"Great, then i'll be trapped in a room with two sleeping babies.. Go ahead, dear.. rest." she lets him go just a bit
She touches his face, pleasantly surprised "I think that's normal."
"Well, it was nice to meet you." she smiles
He rolls his eyes, nuzzling into her before slowly falling into a deep sleep, and from his mutters, dreaming about her.
He sighs, the ground around him turning molten before he looks to them, “I’m so sorry…”
He waves before riding off on Sylvia.
"Even in his dreams he can't get enough of me.." she smiles, glad to be a part of his life, and one so important. she loosely tugs his collar, humming herself to sleep
"You did everything you could.." she sniffles, the rain dissipating from a torrential downpour to a slight sprinkle.
(your turn to pick I believe)
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*Cut for the hunter of monsters and the creator of monsters*
Her mask shudders for a second before rapidly spinning, a blur of green and white- not even a second later, it stops, the mask returning to its previous position, only now bearing a smiling visage. She stands to her full height again, before beginning to twist and contort her monstrous form into itself- a six-second horror show of breaking limbs and snapping chitin that looks incredibly painful but doesn't seem to affect her in the least. Afterwards, she bears a more humanoid appearance and size, though still being a multi-armed horror of chitin and Dark Energy.
She walks over to her beloved, hugging him tightly- though he can't see it, her mask changes again to show a symbol of a heart. "And you are the light of mine. I love 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)
“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
He sighs, leaning into her even more, “Love you more.” He wraps his arms around her.
He holds out his hands to them, putting one of the side of their face, “I’m real, you aren’t going crazy, he was able to just turn my heart off with some kind of cold. I couldn’t fight very well after that.”
“Sounds like an amazing time, a wonderfully beautiful relationship, I’m happy for you both.”
"Love you the most." she's chubby again
"Well, I guess that's fair.. maybe you need some kind of heat stone, too. And.. why are you still so cold?..."
"You seem pretty happy yourself."
He’s perfectly fine with that, nuzzling into the chub, “That’s cheating.” He says with a smile up at her.
“I… I don’t really know, I’ve never felt cold before.” He feels at his hands, looking down at them before forcing them to warm back up, pushing it to burn himself hotter and hotter.
“I do seem that way, don’t I? Life has a funny way of doing that.” He says, putting away his bango.
"Show me the rulebook and I'll believe you." but she snickers and clings to him, making sure he cant go anywhere
"Don't exhert yourself too much, okay?... I think the guy who killed you is dead now."
"Indeed it does. Maybe the nomadic way of life is the way to go, as long as you have somebody nearby that you love."
He laughs with her, crushed by her strength, closing his eyes “Well, it’s best I get some sleep, and this seems like the perfect place to do it.” He sighs.
Eventually he lets go of the heat, going back to a solid temperature, though he’s afraid he’s still cold to the touch.
“I agree, speaking of which, it’s best I get moving soon, never stay in one place to long. It was wonderful talking with you.” He stands up.
"Great, then i'll be trapped in a room with two sleeping babies.. Go ahead, dear.. rest." she lets him go just a bit
She touches his face, pleasantly surprised "I think that's normal."
"Well, it was nice to meet you." she smiles
He rolls his eyes, nuzzling into her before slowly falling into a deep sleep, and from his mutters, dreaming about her.
He sighs, the ground around him turning molten before he looks to them, “I’m so sorry…”
He waves before riding off on Sylvia.
"Even in his dreams he can't get enough of me.." she smiles, glad to be a part of his life, and one so important. she loosely tugs his collar, humming herself to sleep
"You did everything you could.." she sniffles, the rain dissipating from a torrential downpour to a slight sprinkle.
(your turn to pick I believe)
*Hmm, Yuki. And that other one seems like a good place to end, you pick for that one.*
“I could’ve done more, I should’ve done more, I wasn’t enough…” He stands up, “I don’t deserve you, from what I can see, my death sent you into a depression, and it’s only been a day.”
*Cut for the hunter of monsters and the creator of monsters*
Her mask shudders for a second before rapidly spinning, a blur of green and white- not even a second later, it stops, the mask returning to its previous position, only now bearing a smiling visage. She stands to her full height again, before beginning to twist and contort her monstrous form into itself- a six-second horror show of breaking limbs and snapping chitin that looks incredibly painful but doesn't seem to affect her in the least. Afterwards, she bears a more humanoid appearance and size, though still being a multi-armed horror of chitin and Dark Energy.
She walks over to her beloved, hugging him tightly- though he can't see it, her mask changes again to show a symbol of a heart. "And you are the light of mine. I love you."
The bubbles stop the moment they make contact, and the freezing cold gives way to a soothing heat as his ‘skin’ seems to remain in a singular state, no longer peeling off of his body and regenerating, his speech becoming more clear, less like the sound of someone drowning in tar, and closer to someone with a dry throat, raspy and tired “I love you all the more.” He hugs them back as much as he can, though moving seems a little difficult with his strange new body.
“Well, my track record with gods isn’t exactly the best, it’ll probably be fine though.”
“I didn’t let them.” He says calmly, letting her get her rage out, he deserves for them to be angry at him.
“Ah, another Wanderer, good to hear I’m not the only one.”
"Yeah, we know." she kisses his forehead and rubs his back. "love ya anyway."
"Then... How did you die? A-and how are you even alive right now? Am.. I going crazy?" she asks, crying again now
"We see a lot of things in our travels." she smiles
He sighs, leaning into her even more, “Love you more.” He wraps his arms around her.
He holds out his hands to them, putting one of the side of their face, “I’m real, you aren’t going crazy, he was able to just turn my heart off with some kind of cold. I couldn’t fight very well after that.”
“Sounds like an amazing time, a wonderfully beautiful relationship, I’m happy for you both.”
"Love you the most." she's chubby again
"Well, I guess that's fair.. maybe you need some kind of heat stone, too. And.. why are you still so cold?..."
"You seem pretty happy yourself."
He’s perfectly fine with that, nuzzling into the chub, “That’s cheating.” He says with a smile up at her.
“I… I don’t really know, I’ve never felt cold before.” He feels at his hands, looking down at them before forcing them to warm back up, pushing it to burn himself hotter and hotter.
“I do seem that way, don’t I? Life has a funny way of doing that.” He says, putting away his bango.
"Show me the rulebook and I'll believe you." but she snickers and clings to him, making sure he cant go anywhere
"Don't exhert yourself too much, okay?... I think the guy who killed you is dead now."
"Indeed it does. Maybe the nomadic way of life is the way to go, as long as you have somebody nearby that you love."
He laughs with her, crushed by her strength, closing his eyes “Well, it’s best I get some sleep, and this seems like the perfect place to do it.” He sighs.
Eventually he lets go of the heat, going back to a solid temperature, though he’s afraid he’s still cold to the touch.
“I agree, speaking of which, it’s best I get moving soon, never stay in one place to long. It was wonderful talking with you.” He stands up.
"Great, then i'll be trapped in a room with two sleeping babies.. Go ahead, dear.. rest." she lets him go just a bit
She touches his face, pleasantly surprised "I think that's normal."
"Well, it was nice to meet you." she smiles
He rolls his eyes, nuzzling into her before slowly falling into a deep sleep, and from his mutters, dreaming about her.
He sighs, the ground around him turning molten before he looks to them, “I’m so sorry…”
He waves before riding off on Sylvia.
"Even in his dreams he can't get enough of me.." she smiles, glad to be a part of his life, and one so important. she loosely tugs his collar, humming herself to sleep
"You did everything you could.." she sniffles, the rain dissipating from a torrential downpour to a slight sprinkle.
(your turn to pick I believe)
*Hmm, Yuki. And that other one seems like a good place to end, you pick for that one.*
“I could’ve done more, I should’ve done more, I wasn’t enough…” He stands up, “I don’t deserve you, from what I can see, my death sent you into a depression, and it’s only been a day.”
"Are you serious, Ragnerious?.." she says with a huff "If I didn't think you were right for me, would I still be wearing my ring? Would I have even accepted it in the first place. You made a mistake but you're here now, and I don't wanna hear you say those words again. I love you." she upshifts big enough to pull him into a hug that pulls him off the ground.
Yuki is basking in the sun in Aspen: Spring
(Vex?)
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He sighs, leaning into the hug and letting it happen without a second thought, “Maybe, but it’s best I not argue if I want you to keep wearing it.” He wraps his arms back around them, hugging them back.
Sylvia makes there way over to Yuki, though Wander is nowhere to be seen.
Vex has given up on trying to be a bounty hunter, and with no source of income, is just sitting in his apartment, tinkering with his revolver.
He sighs, leaning into the hug and letting it happen without a second thought, “Maybe, but it’s best I not argue if I want you to keep wearing it.” He wraps his arms back around them, hugging them back.
Sylvia makes there way over to Yuki, though Wander is nowhere to be seen.
Vex has given up on trying to be a bounty hunter, and with no source of income, is just sitting in his apartment, tinkering with his revolver.
"I love you. And of course I was devastated. You're the one that made me realize what life is about.. and... Your body was stood up, frozen..."
She tilts her head, tapping her chin. "Is Wander okay?"
"Born in blood and sin is washed away.." a voice sings out from outside
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*Cut for the hunter of monsters and the creator of monsters*
Her mask shudders for a second before rapidly spinning, a blur of green and white- not even a second later, it stops, the mask returning to its previous position, only now bearing a smiling visage. She stands to her full height again, before beginning to twist and contort her monstrous form into itself- a six-second horror show of breaking limbs and snapping chitin that looks incredibly painful but doesn't seem to affect her in the least. Afterwards, she bears a more humanoid appearance and size, though still being a multi-armed horror of chitin and Dark Energy.
She walks over to her beloved, hugging him tightly- though he can't see it, her mask changes again to show a symbol of a heart. "And you are the light of mine. I love you."
The bubbles stop the moment they make contact, and the freezing cold gives way to a soothing heat as his ‘skin’ seems to remain in a singular state, no longer peeling off of his body and regenerating, his speech becoming more clear, less like the sound of someone drowning in tar, and closer to someone with a dry throat, raspy and tired “I love you all the more.” He hugs them back as much as he can, though moving seems a little difficult with his strange new body.
The two Nightmares remain in that embrace for a long time, the only sound being the waves lapping against the Beach and the Architect's crying from absolute euphoria, inky black liquid slowly dripping from the holes in her mask- which weren't holes before, but somehow are now. After a long while, she does eventually slightly pull away from the hug, wiping the ichor tears off of her mask that has again turned to its smiling expression. "What say we go back home, share the good news with the others?"
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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 sighs, leaning into the hug and letting it happen without a second thought, “Maybe, but it’s best I not argue if I want you to keep wearing it.” He wraps his arms back around them, hugging them back.
Sylvia makes there way over to Yuki, though Wander is nowhere to be seen.
Vex has given up on trying to be a bounty hunter, and with no source of income, is just sitting in his apartment, tinkering with his revolver.
"I love you. And of course I was devastated. You're the one that made me realize what life is about.. and... Your body was stood up, frozen..."
She tilts her head, tapping her chin. "Is Wander okay?"
"Born in blood and sin is washed away.." a voice sings out from outside
“I spent my last moments thinking of you, how you would feel, I was hoping this wouldn’t happen, but it did, I won’t let it happen again, or at least I’ll do everything I can to stop it from happening.”
Sylvia shakes her head, sitting next to Yuki, unable to speak, because they are a horse.
He looks up from his weapon, going to the window to see who is singing, wondering who it could be.
*Cut for the hunter of monsters and the creator of monsters*
Her mask shudders for a second before rapidly spinning, a blur of green and white- not even a second later, it stops, the mask returning to its previous position, only now bearing a smiling visage. She stands to her full height again, before beginning to twist and contort her monstrous form into itself- a six-second horror show of breaking limbs and snapping chitin that looks incredibly painful but doesn't seem to affect her in the least. Afterwards, she bears a more humanoid appearance and size, though still being a multi-armed horror of chitin and Dark Energy.
She walks over to her beloved, hugging him tightly- though he can't see it, her mask changes again to show a symbol of a heart. "And you are the light of mine. I love you."
The bubbles stop the moment they make contact, and the freezing cold gives way to a soothing heat as his ‘skin’ seems to remain in a singular state, no longer peeling off of his body and regenerating, his speech becoming more clear, less like the sound of someone drowning in tar, and closer to someone with a dry throat, raspy and tired “I love you all the more.” He hugs them back as much as he can, though moving seems a little difficult with his strange new body.
The two Nightmares remain in that embrace for a long time, the only sound being the waves lapping against the Beach and the Architect's crying from absolute euphoria, inky black liquid slowly dripping from the holes in her mask- which weren't holes before, but somehow are now. After a long while, she does eventually slightly pull away from the hug, wiping the ichor tears off of her mask that has again turned to its smiling expression. "What say we go back home, share the good news with the others?"
He nods, to which his neck makes a snapping noise, going limp, though it’s clear he’s perfectly fine, his body appearing to be fragile, and yet something else. He puts his neck back into place before taking one of their hands and beginning to walk, “That sounds lovely dear, this is our future, and it’s amazing.”
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*I must away for dinner, i'll be back*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
He laughs with her, crushed by her strength, closing his eyes “Well, it’s best I get some sleep, and this seems like the perfect place to do it.” He sighs.
Eventually he lets go of the heat, going back to a solid temperature, though he’s afraid he’s still cold to the touch.
“I agree, speaking of which, it’s best I get moving soon, never stay in one place to long. It was wonderful talking with you.” He stands up.
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 doesn’t seem to be able to speak, his voice the sound of bubbling tar, boiling within his mouth, and yet he is perfectly understood as his eyes seem to widen without eye lids, “I feel… everything that can be felt… this is my perfect form?” He asks her, not concerned, just confused at himself, not afraid, just… he doesn’t even know.
"Yes- at the absolute least, it's a large step towards it." The Architect answers, placing a large clawed gauntlet gently on his shoulder, trying to reassure him. "You look wonderful as always, darling."
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, then i'll be trapped in a room with two sleeping babies.. Go ahead, dear.. rest." she lets him go just a bit
She touches his face, pleasantly surprised "I think that's normal."
"Well, it was nice to meet you." she smiles
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Im back, again! Who is here? If anyone at all?*
*I am here. just dropped my reply to yours from a couple hours ago*
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
He sighs, the reassurance helping at least a little, still unable to speak despite his mouth moving. He closes his eyes, that void like tar covering them before he replies “And you the same, if not more so, you are the light of my life, all the same.”
He rolls his eyes, nuzzling into her before slowly falling into a deep sleep, and from his mutters, dreaming about her.
He sighs, the ground around him turning molten before he looks to them, “I’m so sorry…”
He waves before riding off on Sylvia.
"Even in his dreams he can't get enough of me.." she smiles, glad to be a part of his life, and one so important. she loosely tugs his collar, humming herself to sleep
"You did everything you could.." she sniffles, the rain dissipating from a torrential downpour to a slight sprinkle.
(your turn to pick I believe)
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Cut for the hunter of monsters and the creator of monsters*
Her mask shudders for a second before rapidly spinning, a blur of green and white- not even a second later, it stops, the mask returning to its previous position, only now bearing a smiling visage. She stands to her full height again, before beginning to twist and contort her monstrous form into itself- a six-second horror show of breaking limbs and snapping chitin that looks incredibly painful but doesn't seem to affect her in the least. Afterwards, she bears a more humanoid appearance and size, though still being a multi-armed horror of chitin and Dark Energy.
She walks over to her beloved, hugging him tightly- though he can't see it, her mask changes again to show a symbol of a heart. "And you are the light of mine. I love 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)
*Hmm, Yuki. And that other one seems like a good place to end, you pick for that one.*
“I could’ve done more, I should’ve done more, I wasn’t enough…” He stands up, “I don’t deserve you, from what I can see, my death sent you into a depression, and it’s only been a day.”
The bubbles stop the moment they make contact, and the freezing cold gives way to a soothing heat as his ‘skin’ seems to remain in a singular state, no longer peeling off of his body and regenerating, his speech becoming more clear, less like the sound of someone drowning in tar, and closer to someone with a dry throat, raspy and tired “I love you all the more.” He hugs them back as much as he can, though moving seems a little difficult with his strange new body.
"Are you serious, Ragnerious?.." she says with a huff "If I didn't think you were right for me, would I still be wearing my ring? Would I have even accepted it in the first place. You made a mistake but you're here now, and I don't wanna hear you say those words again. I love you." she upshifts big enough to pull him into a hug that pulls him off the ground.
Yuki is basking in the sun in Aspen: Spring
(Vex?)
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
*Cut for Salem.*
He sighs, leaning into the hug and letting it happen without a second thought, “Maybe, but it’s best I not argue if I want you to keep wearing it.” He wraps his arms back around them, hugging them back.
Sylvia makes there way over to Yuki, though Wander is nowhere to be seen.
Vex has given up on trying to be a bounty hunter, and with no source of income, is just sitting in his apartment, tinkering with his revolver.
"I love you. And of course I was devastated. You're the one that made me realize what life is about.. and... Your body was stood up, frozen..."
She tilts her head, tapping her chin. "Is Wander okay?"
"Born in blood and sin is washed away.." a voice sings out from outside
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>Attemp <EXTENDED SIG>? Jester Day 5/1... We'll miss you
YES NO I'm on more than Gonzalo and Bananer, trust B)
My Threads: Anytown, USA and Sanctuary [Links]
S♡J
2-13-25
The two Nightmares remain in that embrace for a long time, the only sound being the waves lapping against the Beach and the Architect's crying from absolute euphoria, inky black liquid slowly dripping from the holes in her mask- which weren't holes before, but somehow are now. After a long while, she does eventually slightly pull away from the hug, wiping the ichor tears off of her mask that has again turned to its smiling expression. "What say we go back home, share the good news with the others?"
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 spent my last moments thinking of you, how you would feel, I was hoping this wouldn’t happen, but it did, I won’t let it happen again, or at least I’ll do everything I can to stop it from happening.”
Sylvia shakes her head, sitting next to Yuki, unable to speak, because they are a horse.
He looks up from his weapon, going to the window to see who is singing, wondering who it could be.
He nods, to which his neck makes a snapping noise, going limp, though it’s clear he’s perfectly fine, his body appearing to be fragile, and yet something else. He puts his neck back into place before taking one of their hands and beginning to walk, “That sounds lovely dear, this is our future, and it’s amazing.”