*I am slowly dying, at least thats what I think but my doctor thinks otherwise.*
(you reminded me that I have to go to my doctor today -v- )
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around You can tell me what you want, say what you will But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
Donn is out in the forest, his form rotting from the outside in. His three heads, the faces missing their skin, and baring gilded bones the world. He seems to be turning more animalistic the more time he spends in his own head, anger boiling under his rotting fur. The goats wandering around the forest, the ones he has plagued like a plant spreading its spores.
Carrion is still bandaging his body, now appearing more and more humans albeit wrapped head to toe in bandages.
Ryidan is sitting in the library, reading a book on the psyche.
*Beloved sister, I am quite well! I'm going to be playing Jacob more in an attempt to get him into more conflict. You don't really get to see who a person truly is until you see them under pressure or in absolute control. I also need to draw him sometime so I have an idea of what he actually looks like.*
Donn is out in the forest, his form rotting from the outside in. His three heads, the faces missing their skin, and baring gilded bones the world. He seems to be turning more animalistic the more time he spends in his own head, anger boiling under his rotting fur. The goats wandering around the forest, the ones he has plagued like a plant spreading its spores.
Carrion is still bandaging his body, now appearing more and more humans albeit wrapped head to toe in bandages.
Ryidan is sitting in the library, reading a book on the psyche.
The man who had the chess set yesterday walks out into the forest and sits on a fallen tree in front of Donn. He has a shotgun in his hands, but he doesn't aim it.
Atticus walks over, frowning. He flops down onto Carrion's new foot-like appendages.
Donn is out in the forest, his form rotting from the outside in. His three heads, the faces missing their skin, and baring gilded bones the world. He seems to be turning more animalistic the more time he spends in his own head, anger boiling under his rotting fur. The goats wandering around the forest, the ones he has plagued like a plant spreading its spores.
Carrion is still bandaging his body, now appearing more and more humans albeit wrapped head to toe in bandages.
Ryidan is sitting in the library, reading a book on the psyche.
Omori finds him decaying in the woods, and approaches concernedly but cautiously, sitting in the grass a short distance away.
Helianth is rooted into the soil a distance away, reading through a scroll covered in arcane sigils alien even to it.
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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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*Anyway, I'll be back*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Baalze! You can't leave me like this! No!*
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.)
*Gooooooood morning, laddies, lasses, and lassos! How're y'all doing today, and would any of y'all like to rp?*
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)
*Hey Yvonne, not sure that I can rp, but I certainly am here and doing well. How are you doing?*
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.)
*Hello, Jester! I'm doing good today- not fantastic, but certainly not bad. Good to hear you're doing well.*
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've been trying to get some good inspiration, but everything I've been coming up with I'm not very sure about, you know?*
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.)
*Yeah, I know how you feel- I'm trying to find inspiration for something too. Here's hoping we find ideas that stick in the near future.*
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)
*The mower ran out of battery.*
*Everything is wet.*
*I'm back for a bit, though.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Yep, welp, I've got some work I've got to do because I've been neglecting it, so I should go do that, take care Yvonne.*
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 am slowly dying, at least thats what I think but my doctor thinks otherwise.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Welcome back, buddy. I do have something to work on, but good to see you.*
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.)
*You aren't allowed to die until I cuddle you.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*As another doctor, or becoming one, I would assume that you aren't dying currently.*
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.)
(you reminded me that I have to go to my doctor today -v- )
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
I've been watching how your eyes move to the ground
And I hear you change your story every time that I'm around
You can tell me what you want, say what you will
But I'm done with you, I'm done with what you say you think is real
*Welcome back, brother! How art thou today?*
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)
Donn is out in the forest, his form rotting from the outside in. His three heads, the faces missing their skin, and baring gilded bones the world. He seems to be turning more animalistic the more time he spends in his own head, anger boiling under his rotting fur. The goats wandering around the forest, the ones he has plagued like a plant spreading its spores.
Carrion is still bandaging his body, now appearing more and more humans albeit wrapped head to toe in bandages.
Ryidan is sitting in the library, reading a book on the psyche.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Beloved sister, I am quite well! I'm going to be playing Jacob more in an attempt to get him into more conflict. You don't really get to see who a person truly is until you see them under pressure or in absolute control. I also need to draw him sometime so I have an idea of what he actually looks like.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Neave is arguing with Shadow outside the inn.
Hi, I'm hungry! I mean, I'm EJODM18604, but you can call me EJO.
As an avid League of Legends player, I main (And maybe potentially might could simp for) Aurora, the Witch between Worlds.
I'm active most weekends, but keep in mind I live in the BST timezone.
My Baalzeboopical title is The New Hunter! I have been proclaimed the Arcane Oryctolagus By the great artificer Salem!
The man who had the chess set yesterday walks out into the forest and sits on a fallen tree in front of Donn. He has a shotgun in his hands, but he doesn't aim it.
Atticus walks over, frowning. He flops down onto Carrion's new foot-like appendages.
Jacob is there, returning some books on anatomy.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Omori finds him decaying in the woods, and approaches concernedly but cautiously, sitting in the grass a short distance away.
Helianth is rooted into the soil a distance away, reading through a scroll covered in arcane sigils alien even to it.
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)