It isn't quite sure how to feel about this- the absence of hunger is something completely alien to it. Is this what it's meant to be like? It doesn't dwell on this for long, though- its son needs its help. It tries to use the divine power that Tim gave it- the domain of hope- to muster some kind of healing effect to mend his wounds and renew his strength.
With the burns he has been given being divine in nature, it takes more effort than it should to help heal them, though it takes time to simply begin the process. He doesn't seem to be conscious, may it be because of the outburst of power he provided or maybe the pain he felt, his godhood is gone, his construct enhance are gone, it has been a long time, but once again, he's just human.
It continues to heal him until he fully recovers from his injuries, desperately hoping that he stays alive and being very careful as to not use too much and accidentally immolate him.
Eventually his hands are healed as much as they can be, leaving an unconscious Tim clinging to his magic book. He doesn't even feel like he has any magical capabilities anymore, he put everything into rushing making that spell and helping Helianth.
*Sorry If I possibly ruined a really interesting conflict.*
*No, don't be, it's fine. I have plans for how to reignite the conflict... let's just say that feeding a black hole is the worst way to attempt getting rid of it.*
Helianth gently picks him up and takes him to the ship, carefully setting him down to lie on the closest thing to a couch or bed or other comfortable space on this ship, and leaving the ship again to absorb more sunlight. It's not hungry...
...and yet, it still craves the light more than ever before.
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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 isn't quite sure how to feel about this- the absence of hunger is something completely alien to it. Is this what it's meant to be like? It doesn't dwell on this for long, though- its son needs its help. It tries to use the divine power that Tim gave it- the domain of hope- to muster some kind of healing effect to mend his wounds and renew his strength.
With the burns he has been given being divine in nature, it takes more effort than it should to help heal them, though it takes time to simply begin the process. He doesn't seem to be conscious, may it be because of the outburst of power he provided or maybe the pain he felt, his godhood is gone, his construct enhance are gone, it has been a long time, but once again, he's just human.
It continues to heal him until he fully recovers from his injuries, desperately hoping that he stays alive and being very careful as to not use too much and accidentally immolate him.
Eventually his hands are healed as much as they can be, leaving an unconscious Tim clinging to his magic book. He doesn't even feel like he has any magical capabilities anymore, he put everything into rushing making that spell and helping Helianth.
*Sorry If I possibly ruined a really interesting conflict.*
*No, don't be, it's fine. I have plans for how to reignite the conflict... let's just say that feeding a black hole is the worst way to attempt getting rid of it.*
Helianth gently picks him up and takes him to the ship, carefully setting him down to lie on the closest thing to a couch or bed or other comfortable space on this ship, and leaving the ship again to absorb more sunlight. It's not hungry...
...and yet, it still craves the light more than ever before.
*Well that seems like a good place to end, and a very interesting idea. I know at the end of the day Helianth will try not to become an evil being that consumes the universe. Want anybody else?*
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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.'
*No, don't be, it's fine. I have plans for how to reignite the conflict... let's just say that feeding a black hole is the worst way to attempt getting rid of it.*
Helianth gently picks him up and takes him to the ship, carefully setting him down to lie on the closest thing to a couch or bed or other comfortable space on this ship, and leaving the ship again to absorb more sunlight. It's not hungry...
...and yet, it still craves the light more than ever before.
*Well that seems like a good place to end, and a very interesting idea. I know at the end of the day Helianth will try not to become an evil being that consumes the universe. Want anybody else?*
*Oh, it will try not to... but it's getting harder for it to resist the urge.*
*Could I perchance have Merabelle and/or Henry, please?*
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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)
*No, don't be, it's fine. I have plans for how to reignite the conflict... let's just say that feeding a black hole is the worst way to attempt getting rid of it.*
Helianth gently picks him up and takes him to the ship, carefully setting him down to lie on the closest thing to a couch or bed or other comfortable space on this ship, and leaving the ship again to absorb more sunlight. It's not hungry...
...and yet, it still craves the light more than ever before.
*Well that seems like a good place to end, and a very interesting idea. I know at the end of the day Helianth will try not to become an evil being that consumes the universe. Want anybody else?*
*Oh, it will try not to... but it's getting harder for it to resist the urge.*
*Could I perchance have Merabelle and/or Henry, please?*
*You may have both.*
Merabelle has gotten better and is working out outside, pushing herself and growing her strength to become even more of a juggernaut.
Henry is in the warehouse, playing the piano in silence. He seems to be entirely focused on playing, his black tar having formed... him again, his outer layer once again looking like he originally did at his best, the day of his wedding.
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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.'
*Oh, it will try not to... but it's getting harder for it to resist the urge.*
*Could I perchance have Merabelle and/or Henry, please?*
*You may have both.*
Merabelle has gotten better and is working out outside, pushing herself and growing her strength to become even more of a juggernaut.
Henry is in the warehouse, playing the piano in silence. He seems to be entirely focused on playing, his black tar having formed... him again, his outer layer once again looking like he originally did at his best, the day of his wedding.
Omori is also outside, training with her own magic to become even better of a spellcaster, though she's still figuring out how to cast some of the stronger spells she's been practicing.
The Architect is also at the warehouse, working on creating something- quite a few somethings, actually. She's making tiny, hollow spheres out of porcelain and drops of blood, setting each one once it's completed into a little container with around a dozen of them.
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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)
*Should I make one of my Baldurs Gate 3 and bring them into the tavern? Either Rayinathin, my Black Dragonborn Cleric of Peace, Kith'Rah, my Githyanki Wizard of War Magic, or Favor's Fortune, my Rogue Tiefling.*
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"I learned to cook pasta, I learned to pay rent, learned the world doesn't owe you a cent."
"You're planning your future, Veronica Sawyer. You'll go to some college and marry a lawyer. But the sky's gonna hurt when it falls so you'd better start building some walls."
Omori is also outside, training with her own magic to become even better of a spellcaster, though she's still figuring out how to cast some of the stronger spells she's been practicing.
The Architect is also at the warehouse, working on creating something- quite a few somethings, actually. She's making tiny, hollow spheres out of porcelain and drops of blood, setting each one once it's completed into a little container with around a dozen of them.
*Sorry I disappeared, back*
Merabelle takes a break from her workout, putting a cold towel over her shoulders, walking over to wrap her arms around them, "Ya gotta focus on making magic, an' not castin' the spell itself, yer too focused on gettin' it right."
He stops his playing for a moment to go walk over and see what they are doing. He remains silent, his empty black eye sockets looking down at the hollow spheres. He stands next to KK, looking down at them curiously.
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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.'
*Should I make one of my Baldurs Gate 3 and bring them into the tavern? Either Rayinathin, my Black Dragonborn Cleric of Peace, Kith'Rah, my Githyanki Wizard of War Magic, or Favor's Fortune, my Rogue Tiefling.*
(durge)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Sometimes, I smile to keep things easy I hide in corners, hope that no one sees me
So I'm playin' the role, ridin' the bull, stuck in a hole Takin' a bow, lookin' so proud Look at me now, talkin' about pills in my mouth Under the tongue, isn't it fun?
Omori is also outside, training with her own magic to become even better of a spellcaster, though she's still figuring out how to cast some of the stronger spells she's been practicing.
The Architect is also at the warehouse, working on creating something- quite a few somethings, actually. She's making tiny, hollow spheres out of porcelain and drops of blood, setting each one once it's completed into a little container with around a dozen of them.
*Sorry I disappeared, back*
Merabelle takes a break from her workout, putting a cold towel over her shoulders, walking over to wrap her arms around them, "Ya gotta focus on making magic, an' not castin' the spell itself, yer too focused on gettin' it right."
He stops his playing for a moment to go walk over and see what they are doing. He remains silent, his empty black eye sockets looking down at the hollow spheres. He stands next to KK, looking down at them curiously.
"Okay, I'll give it a try." She focuses more on drawing a larger portion of energy from her magical reserves before attempting again. It still isn't quite a Moonbeam just yet, but there is noticeable light that extends from her hand.
Despite him being entirely silent, she knows he's there, able to sense his presence. "I was thinking about what we talked about back at the Beach the other day, and I think I figured out a way we could start the family we wanted to have." She gestures to the spheres. "Each one of these under the right conditions has the potential to bring a new Nightmare into the world- well, assuming I made them correctly."
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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)
*Get up, and get out of my kitchen!* *And don't come back until you have a [Pigeon]!*
*[leaves the kitchen, and returns a few minutes later]*
*Alright, I found what you're looking for. (You receive x1 [Pigeon].)*
*Excellent job, girl. Now, we must cook.*
Felix is working with the three gods in order to try and summon some sort of hero to help Helianth with its hunger.
*Let's do this! [readies cooking utensils in far, far too many arms.]*
The angel of emptiness, Helianth, is there as well. It doesn't feel the accursed hunger as much after Tim gave it his power, but its compulsion, its desire to consume... they have only grown since. It's scared.
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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)
*hello. I am tired and sad and want to rp for morale*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
Felix is working with the three gods in order to try and summon some sort of hero to help Helianth with its hunger.
*Let's do this! [readies cooking utensils in far, far too many arms.]*
The angel of emptiness, Helianth, is there as well. It doesn't feel the accursed hunger as much after Tim gave it his power, but its compulsion, its desire to consume... they have only grown since. It's scared.
Volstadt looks at the metal sheets containing his notes. "So, we have decided on a wizard, since the arcane fights the divine with a lot more power than divine vs divine." Gorgiro nods. "And a strugel since Helianth's anatomy is more accepting toward the familiar... presence of our people." Abis shrugs. "Any light or energy-based focus would probably result in failure of grotesque proportions."
Felix nods. "My fire wouldn't do anything for it." He puts a paw on Helianth and looks up at it. "Do you have any requests?"
Felix is working with the three gods in order to try and summon some sort of hero to help Helianth with its hunger.
*Let's do this! [readies cooking utensils in far, far too many arms.]*
The angel of emptiness, Helianth, is there as well. It doesn't feel the accursed hunger as much after Tim gave it his power, but its compulsion, its desire to consume... they have only grown since. It's scared.
Volstadt looks at the metal sheets containing his notes. "So, we have decided on a wizard, since the arcane fights the divine with a lot more power than divine vs divine." Gorgiro nods. "And a strugel since Helianth's anatomy is more accepting toward the familiar... presence of our people." Abis shrugs. "Any light or energy-based focus would probably result in failure of grotesque proportions."
Felix nods. "My fire wouldn't do anything for it." He puts a paw on Helianth and looks up at it. "Do you have any requests?"
The crooked flower listens intently to the gods' explanations, thinking for a moment as it looks back down at Felix. "All I ask is that whatever solution is decided upon keeps my sapience and memories untouched- I'd hate to become inanimate again."
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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)
*hello. I am tired and sad and want to rp for morale*
*Who do you want? :3*
idk
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
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*No, don't be, it's fine. I have plans for how to reignite the conflict... let's just say that feeding a black hole is the worst way to attempt getting rid of it.*
Helianth gently picks him up and takes him to the ship, carefully setting him down to lie on the closest thing to a couch or bed or other comfortable space on this ship, and leaving the ship again to absorb more sunlight. It's not hungry...
...and yet, it still craves the light more than ever before.
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 that seems like a good place to end, and a very interesting idea. I know at the end of the day Helianth will try not to become an evil being that consumes the universe. Want anybody else?*
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.'
*Oh, it will try not to... but it's getting harder for it to resist the urge.*
*Could I perchance have Merabelle and/or Henry, please?*
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)
*You may have both.*
Merabelle has gotten better and is working out outside, pushing herself and growing her strength to become even more of a juggernaut.
Henry is in the warehouse, playing the piano in silence. He seems to be entirely focused on playing, his black tar having formed... him again, his outer layer once again looking like he originally did at his best, the day of his wedding.
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.'
Omori is also outside, training with her own magic to become even better of a spellcaster, though she's still figuring out how to cast some of the stronger spells she's been practicing.
The Architect is also at the warehouse, working on creating something- quite a few somethings, actually. She's making tiny, hollow spheres out of porcelain and drops of blood, setting each one once it's completed into a little container with around a dozen of them.
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)
*Should I make one of my Baldurs Gate 3 and bring them into the tavern? Either Rayinathin, my Black Dragonborn Cleric of Peace, Kith'Rah, my Githyanki Wizard of War Magic, or Favor's Fortune, my Rogue Tiefling.*
[Taken by my Squirmy Wormy]
*Sorry I disappeared, back*
Merabelle takes a break from her workout, putting a cold towel over her shoulders, walking over to wrap her arms around them, "Ya gotta focus on making magic, an' not castin' the spell itself, yer too focused on gettin' it right."
He stops his playing for a moment to go walk over and see what they are doing. He remains silent, his empty black eye sockets looking down at the hollow spheres. He stands next to KK, looking down at them curiously.
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.'
(durge)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I hide in corners, hope that no one sees me
Takin' a bow, lookin' so proud
Look at me now, talkin' about pills in my mouth
Under the tongue, isn't it fun?
"Okay, I'll give it a try." She focuses more on drawing a larger portion of energy from her magical reserves before attempting again. It still isn't quite a Moonbeam just yet, but there is noticeable light that extends from her hand.
Despite him being entirely silent, she knows he's there, able to sense his presence. "I was thinking about what we talked about back at the Beach the other day, and I think I figured out a way we could start the family we wanted to have." She gestures to the spheres. "Each one of these under the right conditions has the potential to bring a new Nightmare into the world- well, assuming I made them correctly."
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)
*Get up, and get out of my kitchen!*
*And don't come back until you have a [Pigeon]!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*[leaves the kitchen, and returns a few minutes later]*
*Alright, I found what you're looking for. (You receive x1 [Pigeon].)*
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)
*Excellent job, girl. Now, we must cook.*
Felix is working with the three gods in order to try and summon some sort of hero to help Helianth with its hunger.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Let's do this! [readies cooking utensils in far, far too many arms.]*
The angel of emptiness, Helianth, is there as well. It doesn't feel the accursed hunger as much after Tim gave it his power, but its compulsion, its desire to consume... they have only grown since. It's scared.
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)
*hello. I am tired and sad and want to rp for morale*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
*Who do you want? :3*
Sig but long ^w^
Gulpmissle Day, Saturday, Feburay 15th, 2025 (They still alive, but banished to being a lurker now)
💛🤍💜🖤 🩷💛💙
Henlo, I am a pan, NB, chaotic ADHD mess of a furry. Also, I have a lil bean on a thread. That bean is named Ace, here is the thread
Volstadt looks at the metal sheets containing his notes. "So, we have decided on a wizard, since the arcane fights the divine with a lot more power than divine vs divine."
Gorgiro nods. "And a strugel since Helianth's anatomy is more accepting toward the familiar... presence of our people."
Abis shrugs. "Any light or energy-based focus would probably result in failure of grotesque proportions."
Felix nods. "My fire wouldn't do anything for it." He puts a paw on Helianth and looks up at it. "Do you have any requests?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*hi baal*
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
Around but not too active
*Hey, Drizzt! What's up?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
The crooked flower listens intently to the gods' explanations, thinking for a moment as it looks back down at Felix. "All I ask is that whatever solution is decided upon keeps my sapience and memories untouched- I'd hate to become inanimate again."
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)
idk
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose