*Had a panic attack last night, ran out of the house, went to the sheriff's station, ended up in the back of a cop car, got sent to a crisis center, then sent to a hospital.*
*Goodness, that’s terrible, I’m so sorry that happened to you.*
*Got out of the hospitable around 3 or 4 am and went home, rested for about and hour and then went to work.*
*Man I’m really sorry, you should take some extra break time at least, take a mental health day or something.*
*I just need to focus on something else then my mental health rn.*
*Man… I guess if you say so, I’m still going to worry about you though.*
*Had a panic attack last night, ran out of the house, went to the sheriff's station, ended up in the back of a cop car, got sent to a crisis center, then sent to a hospital.*
*Goodness, that’s terrible, I’m so sorry that happened to you.*
*Got out of the hospitable around 3 or 4 am and went home, rested for about and hour and then went to work.*
*Man I’m really sorry, you should take some extra break time at least, take a mental health day or something.*
*I just need to focus on something else then my mental health rn.*
*Man… I guess if you say so, I’m still going to worry about you though.*
*Gooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is back at the warehouse studio, returning to some of her unfinished art to finally complete it.
Helianth is at a table outside the Inn, playing solitaire. Meanwhile, a crew of three of its Avatars have taken the Starshredder to consume another star far away.
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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)
*Gooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is back at the warehouse studio, returning to some of her unfinished art to finally complete it.
*Good morning Yvonne. Good to see you again.*
Henry is still trying to become accustomed to his new form, learning about himself and what he is capable of, his ink like form able to shift to grow or shrink and replicate appearances.
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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.'
*Gooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is back at the warehouse studio, returning to some of her unfinished art to finally complete it.
*Good morning Yvonne. Good to see you again.*
Henry is still trying to become accustomed to his new form, learning about himself and what he is capable of, his ink like form able to shift to grow or shrink and replicate appearances.
*Good to see you as well. How art thou?*
She is doing the same while working on her artwork, finding that she finds inspiration for what to create more quickly than before and with greater clarity, humming to herself as she paints. She looks over from her canvas, seeing Henry testing his newfound powers as well, her mask shifting to a smiling visage.
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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)
*Gooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is back at the warehouse studio, returning to some of her unfinished art to finally complete it.
*Good morning Yvonne. Good to see you again.*
Henry is still trying to become accustomed to his new form, learning about himself and what he is capable of, his ink like form able to shift to grow or shrink and replicate appearances.
*Good to see you as well. How art thou?*
She is doing the same while working on her artwork, finding that she finds inspiration for what to create more quickly than before and with greater clarity, humming to herself as she paints. She looks over from her canvas, seeing Henry testing his newfound powers as well, her mask shifting to a smiling visage.
*I am doing as well as I can be, and you?*
His skin bubbles as it seems to come off of him, leaving a stark white skeleton covered in rags and bandages, before coming back together. When the tar came off, it revealed more teeth than before, and his bones to be pristine, like the crafts he used to make. He puts on some clothes, sitting down on the piano bench, the dripping stopping when he sits there, looking over to them.
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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.'
*Gooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is back at the warehouse studio, returning to some of her unfinished art to finally complete it.
*Good morning Yvonne. Good to see you again.*
Henry is still trying to become accustomed to his new form, learning about himself and what he is capable of, his ink like form able to shift to grow or shrink and replicate appearances.
*Good to see you as well. How art thou?*
She is doing the same while working on her artwork, finding that she finds inspiration for what to create more quickly than before and with greater clarity, humming to herself as she paints. She looks over from her canvas, seeing Henry testing his newfound powers as well, her mask shifting to a smiling visage.
*I am doing as well as I can be, and you?*
His skin bubbles as it seems to come off of him, leaving a stark white skeleton covered in rags and bandages, before coming back together. When the tar came off, it revealed more teeth than before, and his bones to be pristine, like the crafts he used to make. He puts on some clothes, sitting down on the piano bench, the dripping stopping when he sits there, looking over to them.
*I'm doing well as well. Good to hear you're at least doing alright.*
She pauses her project, cleaning her brushes before walking over and sitting beside him. "I noticed you testing your new powers- you're already getting quite good at it." She starts, sounding proud. "How are you feeling? I know this is... a pretty big change." She asks, her mask quickly shifting to depict a large question mark on its face.
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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'm doing well as well. Good to hear you're at least doing alright.*
She pauses her project, cleaning her brushes before walking over and sitting beside him. "I noticed you testing your new powers- you're already getting quite good at it." She starts, sounding proud. "How are you feeling? I know this is... a pretty big change." She asks, her mask quickly shifting to depict a large question mark on its face.
*I feel the same towards you, I am happy you're doing alright.*
His voice is once again raspy as well as bubbling, looking down at his hands as he thinks about what he is now before his speech is understood, "I'm... scared, dear. I don't think I made a mistake, but even if I am growing to understand myself, I am afraid of what I am. This is a feeling I haven't experienced in a long time, but I wouldn't go back." His ink body solidifies, though he doesn't seem to notice, going back to looking like a pitch black version of himself.
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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 doing well as well. Good to hear you're at least doing alright.*
She pauses her project, cleaning her brushes before walking over and sitting beside him. "I noticed you testing your new powers- you're already getting quite good at it." She starts, sounding proud. "How are you feeling? I know this is... a pretty big change." She asks, her mask quickly shifting to depict a large question mark on its face.
*I feel the same towards you, I am happy you're doing alright.*
His voice is once again raspy as well as bubbling, looking down at his hands as he thinks about what he is now before his speech is understood, "I'm... scared, dear. I don't think I made a mistake, but even if I am growing to understand myself, I am afraid of what I am. This is a feeling I haven't experienced in a long time, but I wouldn't go back." His ink body solidifies, though he doesn't seem to notice, going back to looking like a pitch black version of himself.
She is silent for a while, her mask shifting to its neutral expression. "It's okay. I'm... I'm scared too." Another long pause. "...Even if we've changed what we are, that doesn't affect who we are. We're still us... and that's what matters most, right?"
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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)
She is silent for a while, her mask shifting to its neutral expression. "It's okay. I'm... I'm scared too." Another long pause. "...Even if we've changed what we are, that doesn't affect who we are. We're still us... and that's what matters most, right?"
He looks up to her, his silver eyes shining like glinting bits of the moon, before he nods, holding out a hand to them, "Right, we may be different on the outside, but if my love for you can remain the same, then I'll be fine." He actually manages a smile.
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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.'
She is silent for a while, her mask shifting to its neutral expression. "It's okay. I'm... I'm scared too." Another long pause. "...Even if we've changed what we are, that doesn't affect who we are. We're still us... and that's what matters most, right?"
He looks up to her, his silver eyes shining like glinting bits of the moon, before he nods, holding out a hand to them, "Right, we may be different on the outside, but if my love for you can remain the same, then I'll be fine." He actually manages a smile.
She takes his hand with two of her own, once again 'smiling' with her mask. "I'll be here for you every step of the way."
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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)
She is silent for a while, her mask shifting to its neutral expression. "It's okay. I'm... I'm scared too." Another long pause. "...Even if we've changed what we are, that doesn't affect who we are. We're still us... and that's what matters most, right?"
He looks up to her, his silver eyes shining like glinting bits of the moon, before he nods, holding out a hand to them, "Right, we may be different on the outside, but if my love for you can remain the same, then I'll be fine." He actually manages a smile.
She takes his hand with two of her own, once again 'smiling' with her mask. "I'll be here for you every step of the way."
He sighs, standing up at his body returns to it's liquid state, "And I the same for you, what are you working on, dear?" He asks, focusing on other things.
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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.'
She is silent for a while, her mask shifting to its neutral expression. "It's okay. I'm... I'm scared too." Another long pause. "...Even if we've changed what we are, that doesn't affect who we are. We're still us... and that's what matters most, right?"
He looks up to her, his silver eyes shining like glinting bits of the moon, before he nods, holding out a hand to them, "Right, we may be different on the outside, but if my love for you can remain the same, then I'll be fine." He actually manages a smile.
She takes his hand with two of her own, once again 'smiling' with her mask. "I'll be here for you every step of the way."
He sighs, standing up at his body returns to it's liquid state, "And I the same for you, what are you working on, dear?" He asks, focusing on other things.
She stands up as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "Mostly working on finishing old projects I never completed. Once I'm done I might go and see some friends, show them the new and improved me." She explains.
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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)
She stands up as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "Mostly working on finishing old projects I never completed. Once I'm done I might go and see some friends, show them the new and improved me." She explains.
"I do think there isn't anything I can do to help, but I will be able to continue our work on the Old Blood without risking any... dire effects on myself like last time." He hugs them tightly, his inky body wrapping around them.
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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.'
She stands up as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "Mostly working on finishing old projects I never completed. Once I'm done I might go and see some friends, show them the new and improved me." She explains.
"I do think there isn't anything I can do to help, but I will be able to continue our work on the Old Blood without risking any... dire effects on myself like last time." He hugs them tightly, his inky body wrapping around them.
She hugs him back with all four arms, being careful with her claws as to not accidentally scratch him. "That sounds lovely. Oh, and we'll probably be able to avoid the worst of the effects in our current state. Maybe that's part of the solution- incorporating Dark Energy into the blood."
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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)
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*Man… I guess if you say so, I’m still going to worry about you though.*
*I love you man.*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*Love you more Wendi, please take care of yourself for me.*
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 will. Im working on my Mycnoid dude, my characters for the Nightmare shift, and other stuff.*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*Sounds fun, I made a character for Nightmare Shift, but I don't know what to really do, I don't have much inspiration or direction.*
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’m sorry Lawrence. I’m here for you whenever you need me if you want me to be there.*
This is just Jobah619 again btw
Protect trans kids
Though you rested, you were not content to remain. And so you just had to seek me out.
*Gooooooooood morning, my lovely creatures and cryptids!*
The Architect is back at the warehouse studio, returning to some of her unfinished art to finally complete it.
Helianth is at a table outside the Inn, playing solitaire. Meanwhile, a crew of three of its Avatars have taken the Starshredder to consume another star far away.
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 morning Yvonne. Good to see you again.*
Henry is still trying to become accustomed to his new form, learning about himself and what he is capable of, his ink like form able to shift to grow or shrink and replicate appearances.
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.)
Drilin is at the market in the town centre
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!
*Good to see you as well. How art thou?*
She is doing the same while working on her artwork, finding that she finds inspiration for what to create more quickly than before and with greater clarity, humming to herself as she paints. She looks over from her canvas, seeing Henry testing his newfound powers as well, her mask shifting to a smiling visage.
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 am doing as well as I can be, and you?*
His skin bubbles as it seems to come off of him, leaving a stark white skeleton covered in rags and bandages, before coming back together. When the tar came off, it revealed more teeth than before, and his bones to be pristine, like the crafts he used to make. He puts on some clothes, sitting down on the piano bench, the dripping stopping when he sits there, looking over to 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.)
*I'm doing well as well. Good to hear you're at least doing alright.*
She pauses her project, cleaning her brushes before walking over and sitting beside him. "I noticed you testing your new powers- you're already getting quite good at it." She starts, sounding proud. "How are you feeling? I know this is... a pretty big change." She asks, her mask quickly shifting to depict a large question mark on its face.
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 feel the same towards you, I am happy you're doing alright.*
His voice is once again raspy as well as bubbling, looking down at his hands as he thinks about what he is now before his speech is understood, "I'm... scared, dear. I don't think I made a mistake, but even if I am growing to understand myself, I am afraid of what I am. This is a feeling I haven't experienced in a long time, but I wouldn't go back." His ink body solidifies, though he doesn't seem to notice, going back to looking like a pitch black version of himself.
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.)
She is silent for a while, her mask shifting to its neutral expression. "It's okay. I'm... I'm scared too." Another long pause. "...Even if we've changed what we are, that doesn't affect who we are. We're still us... and that's what matters most, right?"
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 looks up to her, his silver eyes shining like glinting bits of the moon, before he nods, holding out a hand to them, "Right, we may be different on the outside, but if my love for you can remain the same, then I'll be fine." He actually manages a smile.
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.)
She takes his hand with two of her own, once again 'smiling' with her mask. "I'll be here for you every step of the way."
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, standing up at his body returns to it's liquid state, "And I the same for you, what are you working on, dear?" He asks, focusing on other things.
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.)
She stands up as well, her joints faintly creaking like those of a marionette. "Mostly working on finishing old projects I never completed. Once I'm done I might go and see some friends, show them the new and improved me." She explains.
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 do think there isn't anything I can do to help, but I will be able to continue our work on the Old Blood without risking any... dire effects on myself like last time." He hugs them tightly, his inky body wrapping around 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.)
She hugs him back with all four arms, being careful with her claws as to not accidentally scratch him. "That sounds lovely. Oh, and we'll probably be able to avoid the worst of the effects in our current state. Maybe that's part of the solution- incorporating Dark Energy into the blood."
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)