He holds out his hand, and suddenly, water begins to gather there, the water soon changing shape again, becoming butterflies made of ice in a beautiful display of magic.
"You'll do more than hope, I know you'll be the best."
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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.'
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
He holds out his hand, and suddenly, water begins to gather there, the water soon changing shape again, becoming butterflies made of ice in a beautiful display of magic.
"You'll do more than hope, I know you'll be the best."
Theren claps. "Thats amazing!"
"Yes maam."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He holds out his hand, and suddenly, water begins to gather there, the water soon changing shape again, becoming butterflies made of ice in a beautiful display of magic.
"You'll do more than hope, I know you'll be the best."
Theren claps. "Thats amazing!"
"Yes maam."
The butterflies begin flying around him, "T-thank you, I try."
She kisses them on the cheek again, "Good."
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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.'
He holds out his hand, and suddenly, water begins to gather there, the water soon changing shape again, becoming butterflies made of ice in a beautiful display of magic.
"You'll do more than hope, I know you'll be the best."
Theren claps. "Thats amazing!"
"Yes maam."
The butterflies begin flying around him, "T-thank you, I try."
She kisses them on the cheek again, "Good."
Theren watches the butterflies. "Its really awesome."
He hugs her and smiles
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mavis is back to tending to her small garden of lavender outside the Inn, faintly humming to herself as she waters and weeds the soil.
The rift outside the warehouse, the one leading to that abandoned cabin, somehow reopened.
The Spelljammer is gone again, the crooked god's avatars sent on another voyage to eat at the heavens. Helianth itself is back at the Lord's Point library, the angel of emptiness reading through a poetry book.
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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)
Mavis is back to tending to her small garden of lavender outside the Inn, faintly humming to herself as she waters and weeds the soil.
The rift outside the warehouse, the one leading to that abandoned cabin, somehow reopened.
They would have had to stop Thorfinn in the recent days, considering he's tried to go back to hunting before he's recovered from his injuries, and they see a Palico doctor approaching, here to tell that Thorfinn is out hunting again.
Henry, out of the pure curiosity he has left, goes over through the rift. He makes sure not to be seen, to observe and not be noticed.
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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.'
He holds out his hand, and suddenly, water begins to gather there, the water soon changing shape again, becoming butterflies made of ice in a beautiful display of magic.
"You'll do more than hope, I know you'll be the best."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
(Anyone want to rp)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
Theren claps. "Thats amazing!"
"Yes maam."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The butterflies begin flying around him, "T-thank you, I try."
She kisses them on the cheek again, "Good."
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.)
Theren watches the butterflies. "Its really awesome."
He hugs her and smiles
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I... it took me a really long time to make."
"Honey, I want to do something fun." She hugs them back.
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.)
"Im proud of you son."
"Whaddya wanna do? Nothing too tiring cause of the baby." he muses
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He beams at that, nodding. He picks up his magic book.
"I don't know... something we can do without me getting tired, do you have any ideas?"
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.)
"Im glad your holding up okay for the most part."
"hmmmm...painting?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He nods again, hugging their leg before walking off.
She nods, "I've never been good at it, but I'd love to try."
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.)
"Take care kiddo."
Leo smiles as he sets up two canvasses.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He waves goodbye before heading out.
She gets seats for both of them, grabbing the paint and sitting down.
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.)
"We should paint how we see each other"
*Good place to end with Theren and Tim?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Definitely, nice job.*
She turns the canvas away from them, nodding as she begins painting slowly, taking her time.
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.)
*Thanks :] *
He does the same, glancing at her every so often
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
She seems to be painting Leo from memory, not looking over to check on them, just painting.
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.)
*Goooooooooood morning, everyone!*
Mavis is back to tending to her small garden of lavender outside the Inn, faintly humming to herself as she waters and weeds the soil.
The rift outside the warehouse, the one leading to that abandoned cabin, somehow reopened.
The Spelljammer is gone again, the crooked god's avatars sent on another voyage to eat at the heavens. Helianth itself is back at the Lord's Point library, the angel of emptiness reading through a poetry book.
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)
Leo notices this and goes off his memory as well
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Hey Yvonne could i use your settlement from kingdoms and crowns in the world I'm making?*
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of botw
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, and Mechanicus thread
They would have had to stop Thorfinn in the recent days, considering he's tried to go back to hunting before he's recovered from his injuries, and they see a Palico doctor approaching, here to tell that Thorfinn is out hunting again.
Henry, out of the pure curiosity he has left, goes over through the rift. He makes sure not to be seen, to observe and not be noticed.
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.)