"I always called her Lumpmallow. She's supposed to be a gibbering orb, but since she's stuffed she can't really fly. She was made with beans, so she's nice and hefty." He holds out the plush for Donn to take.
Donn takes it, examining it all over. How it feels, its weight, how it smells, which angle the light works best for it, its thread count, everything before handing it back with a wink "I approve"
It feels soft, but not incredibly so. It's probably linen, and it weighs about a pound despite the lightweight material. It is utterly soaked in Egregore's smoky musk, along with notes of chocolate and coffee. It's a bit threadbare, and has clearly had Mending cast on it several times and stitched nonmagically multiple others. The eyes used to gleam, and the edges still do in some places, but they've been turned cloudy and yellow from sunlight and tiny scratches from metal buttons, keys, coins, and claws.
Edward takes it gratefully, placing it back into his coat where it is gently tucked into a pocket. "To be loved is to be changed, or so the saying goes."
"I fully agree, to be loved is be changed and you have had this thing for awhile I can feel. It's beautiful." He beamed brightly, a look of softness making its way home across his features.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
It feels soft, but not incredibly so. It's probably linen, and it weighs about a pound despite the lightweight material. It is utterly soaked in Egregore's smoky musk, along with notes of chocolate and coffee. It's a bit threadbare, and has clearly had Mending cast on it several times and stitched nonmagically multiple others. The eyes used to gleam, and the edges still do in some places, but they've been turned cloudy and yellow from sunlight and tiny scratches from metal buttons, keys, coins, and claws.
Edward takes it gratefully, placing it back into his coat where it is gently tucked into a pocket. "To be loved is to be changed, or so the saying goes."
"I fully agree, to be loved is be changed and you have had this thing for awhile I can feel. It's beautiful." He beamed brightly, a look of softness making its way home across his features.
"You're gonna end up like that too, you know." He grabs Donn in a big hug, squishing the archfey into the soft, malleable shadows with enough force to break a mortal's bones.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It feels soft, but not incredibly so. It's probably linen, and it weighs about a pound despite the lightweight material. It is utterly soaked in Egregore's smoky musk, along with notes of chocolate and coffee. It's a bit threadbare, and has clearly had Mending cast on it several times and stitched nonmagically multiple others. The eyes used to gleam, and the edges still do in some places, but they've been turned cloudy and yellow from sunlight and tiny scratches from metal buttons, keys, coins, and claws.
Edward takes it gratefully, placing it back into his coat where it is gently tucked into a pocket. "To be loved is to be changed, or so the saying goes."
"I fully agree, to be loved is be changed and you have had this thing for awhile I can feel. It's beautiful." He beamed brightly, a look of softness making its way home across his features.
"You're gonna end up like that too, you know." He grabs Donn in a big hug, squishing the archfey into the soft, malleable shadows with enough force to break a mortal's bones.
Donn screeches playfully, though it sounds more like a goat's bleating call. He seems to mold in a way to the force of the hug in a way no mortal should. His tails flick happily behind him like two fuzzy snakes. He glomps Egregore in his own hug, giggling
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"You're gonna end up like that too, you know." He grabs Donn in a big hug, squishing the archfey into the soft, malleable shadows with enough force to break a mortal's bones.
Donn screeches playfully, though it sounds more like a goat's bleating call. He seems to mold in a way to the force of the hug in a way no mortal should. His tails flick happily behind him like two fuzzy snakes. He glomps Egregore in his own hug, giggling
He makes some affectionate grumbles. He leans forward, putting his entire weight on Donn. Despite his incredible size, he's only around 200 pounds due to his composition. "You're my baaaby..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You're gonna end up like that too, you know." He grabs Donn in a big hug, squishing the archfey into the soft, malleable shadows with enough force to break a mortal's bones.
Donn screeches playfully, though it sounds more like a goat's bleating call. He seems to mold in a way to the force of the hug in a way no mortal should. His tails flick happily behind him like two fuzzy snakes. He glomps Egregore in his own hug, giggling
He makes some affectionate grumbles. He leans forward, putting his entire weight on Donn. Despite his incredible size, he's only around 200 pounds due to his composition. "You're my baaaby..."
"Thank you my dear." Donn kisses him and boops his nose "Tell me, why in the hells does the Feywild look like this right now?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He makes some affectionate grumbles. He leans forward, putting his entire weight on Donn. Despite his incredible size, he's only around 200 pounds due to his composition. "You're my baaaby..."
"Thank you my dear." Donn kisses him and boops his nose "Tell me, why in the hells does the Feywild look like this right now?"
"Well, it's actually the Autumn Country, but it's frozen over right now for some reason. It's not supposed to be like that, but I'm not sure what we can do about it." He rests his snout on Donn's shoulder.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He makes some affectionate grumbles. He leans forward, putting his entire weight on Donn. Despite his incredible size, he's only around 200 pounds due to his composition. "You're my baaaby..."
"Thank you my dear." Donn kisses him and boops his nose "Tell me, why in the hells does the Feywild look like this right now?"
"Well, it's actually the Autumn Country, but it's frozen over right now for some reason. It's not supposed to be like that, but I'm not sure what we can do about it." He rests his snout on Donn's shoulder.
"Hmm, well.. Perhaps we can melt the ice? That would be a given but I fear this may simply be magical, not normal.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Well, it's actually the Autumn Country, but it's frozen over right now for some reason. It's not supposed to be like that, but I'm not sure what we can do about it." He rests his snout on Donn's shoulder.
"Hmm, well.. Perhaps we can melt the ice? That would be a given but I fear this may simply be magical, not normal.."
"Maybe. Unless we upgrade planar warming to 'Flambe Style,' I don't think we're going to counteract the fact that it's winter now. It's not supposed to be, but it is."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, it's actually the Autumn Country, but it's frozen over right now for some reason. It's not supposed to be like that, but I'm not sure what we can do about it." He rests his snout on Donn's shoulder.
"Hmm, well.. Perhaps we can melt the ice? That would be a given but I fear this may simply be magical, not normal.."
"Maybe. Unless we upgrade planar warming to 'Flambe Style,' I don't think we're going to counteract the fact that it's winter now. It's not supposed to be, but it is."
"There could be a source, all things considered. Something or someone is making this all happen, creating a frozen world." He ponders, scuffing his hoof through the dead frozen grass.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Hello again, everyone! Sorry I keep vanishing- I'm back for now, at least. How are y'all?*
Adeline is back at the Sanctuary, humming to herself as she continues weave her mysterious cocoon(?)- it's a bit more than halfway complete, and she doesn't seem to be in a trance this time. She's been putting work into maintaining the vital balance that Goto told her about- somewhat going with the flow of her changes, even though it scares her to no end. It's hard to see with the turtleneck sweater she wears, but patches of soft white hairs have appeared around her neck and forearms- more numerous and dense than human body hair, but still not quite to the point of being fur or fuzz. The hexblood has taken her gloves off momentarily to knit, showing fingernails that have a more pointed, almost claw-like shape. She musters a smile as she hums that familiar ancient song, but it's clear she's still worried.
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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 again, everyone! Sorry I keep vanishing- I'm back for now, at least. How are y'all?*
Adeline is back at the Sanctuary, humming to herself as she continues weave her mysterious cocoon(?)- it's a bit more than halfway complete, and she doesn't seem to be in a trance this time. She's been putting work into maintaining the vital balance that Goto told her about- somewhat going with the flow of her changes, even though it scares her to no end. It's hard to see with the turtleneck sweater she wears, but patches of soft white hairs have appeared around her neck and forearms- more numerous and dense than human body hair, but still not quite to the point of being fur or fuzz. The hexblood has taken her gloves off momentarily to knit, showing fingernails that have a more pointed, almost claw-like shape. She musters a smile as she hums that familiar ancient song, but it's clear she's still worried.
Goto crouches, looking like a massive, monstrous insect as he watches silently from mere inches away from the largest fire. He seems to be sewing something, fluffy and floppy. It's too small to be an article of clothing, unless it's for an infant.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Hello again, everyone! Sorry I keep vanishing- I'm back for now, at least. How are y'all?*
Adeline is back at the Sanctuary, humming to herself as she continues weave her mysterious cocoon(?)- it's a bit more than halfway complete, and she doesn't seem to be in a trance this time. She's been putting work into maintaining the vital balance that Goto told her about- somewhat going with the flow of her changes, even though it scares her to no end. It's hard to see with the turtleneck sweater she wears, but patches of soft white hairs have appeared around her neck and forearms- more numerous and dense than human body hair, but still not quite to the point of being fur or fuzz. The hexblood has taken her gloves off momentarily to knit, showing fingernails that have a more pointed, almost claw-like shape. She musters a smile as she hums that familiar ancient song, but it's clear she's still worried.
Goto crouches, looking like a massive, monstrous insect as he watches silently from mere inches away from the largest fire. He seems to be sewing something, fluffy and floppy. It's too small to be an article of clothing, unless it's for an infant.
Adeline looks back at what he's knitting, both genuinely curious and wanting to think of something else to quell her worries. "What are you making?" She asks, turning to sit facing him, still working on her own project.
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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)
Goto crouches, looking like a massive, monstrous insect as he watches silently from mere inches away from the largest fire. He seems to be sewing something, fluffy and floppy. It's too small to be an article of clothing, unless it's for an infant.
Adeline looks back at what he's knitting, both genuinely curious and wanting to think of something else to quell her worries. "What are you making?" She asks, turning to sit facing him, still working on her own project.
He makes a gurgling, hissing rasp, then spits out some soda to the side. They clear their throat and hold up the object by its corners. It looks like a large, unstuffed plushie, but what it's meant to resemble is indiscernible. "Trying my hand... at sewing stuffed animals. I've felt calmer than normal... and this seems like a productive use of my time." He opens his quilted cloak to reveal a series of other incomprehensible critters hung by their necks like ducks. They move a little bit more than they should from inertia and wind alone.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Goto crouches, looking like a massive, monstrous insect as he watches silently from mere inches away from the largest fire. He seems to be sewing something, fluffy and floppy. It's too small to be an article of clothing, unless it's for an infant.
Adeline looks back at what he's knitting, both genuinely curious and wanting to think of something else to quell her worries. "What are you making?" She asks, turning to sit facing him, still working on her own project.
He makes a gurgling, hissing rasp, then spits out some soda to the side. They clear their throat and hold up the object by its corners. It looks like a large, unstuffed plushie, but what it's meant to resemble is indiscernible. "Trying my hand... at sewing stuffed animals. I've felt calmer than normal... and this seems like a productive use of my time." He opens his quilted cloak to reveal a series of other incomprehensible critters hung by their necks like ducks. They move a little bit more than they should from inertia and wind alone.
Her eyes widen a little bit seeing the incomprehensible stuffed animals. "Oh, those look great! Your stitching work is really good." She responds, her fanged grin growing a tough wider- even if she can't tell what they're meant to represent, she can tell they were well made. "I'm happy you're feeling a bit better- we all need breaks to focus on something small now and then."
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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 makes a gurgling, hissing rasp, then spits out some soda to the side. They clear their throat and hold up the object by its corners. It looks like a large, unstuffed plushie, but what it's meant to resemble is indiscernible. "Trying my hand... at sewing stuffed animals. I've felt calmer than normal... and this seems like a productive use of my time." He opens his quilted cloak to reveal a series of other incomprehensible critters hung by their necks like ducks. They move a little bit more than they should from inertia and wind alone.
Her eyes widen a little bit seeing the incomprehensible stuffed animals. "Oh, those look great! Your stitching work is really good." She responds, her fanged grin growing a tough wider- even if she can't tell what they're meant to represent, she can tell they were well made. "I'm happy you're feeling a bit better- we all need breaks to focus on something small now and then."
"Indeed... indeed..." He mutters. He looks through the bundle of beastly beanie babies and removes a white one from the mix. It looks like it might be a breed of fluffy sea slug with long limbs and tiny suede shoes on each of its sixteen feet. They drop the thing to the ground, and it begins walking toward Adeline, a stumbling, drunken gait. "Any aspiring mage, fey, sorcerer, or otherwise, should have a familiar. Keeps us grounded when evil becomes easy and good difficult."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He makes a gurgling, hissing rasp, then spits out some soda to the side. They clear their throat and hold up the object by its corners. It looks like a large, unstuffed plushie, but what it's meant to resemble is indiscernible. "Trying my hand... at sewing stuffed animals. I've felt calmer than normal... and this seems like a productive use of my time." He opens his quilted cloak to reveal a series of other incomprehensible critters hung by their necks like ducks. They move a little bit more than they should from inertia and wind alone.
Her eyes widen a little bit seeing the incomprehensible stuffed animals. "Oh, those look great! Your stitching work is really good." She responds, her fanged grin growing a tough wider- even if she can't tell what they're meant to represent, she can tell they were well made. "I'm happy you're feeling a bit better- we all need breaks to focus on something small now and then."
"Indeed... indeed..." He mutters. He looks through the bundle of beastly beanie babies and removes a white one from the mix. It looks like it might be a breed of fluffy sea slug with long limbs and tiny suede shoes on each of its sixteen feet. They drop the thing to the ground, and it begins walking toward Adeline, a stumbling, drunken gait. "Any aspiring mage, fey, sorcerer, or otherwise, should have a familiar. Keeps us grounded when evil becomes easy and good difficult."
Adeline gasps a bit seeing the stuffed slug begin to inch its way over to her. "Aww, it's so cute! And so fluffy, too." With a noticeable hesitance she sets her in-progress cocoon to the side, crouching down and holding out a hand for the little construct, like how one would let a pet get used to them. "Wait, are you... giving them to me?" She seems nervous asking this, as if worried she's mistaken.
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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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"I fully agree, to be loved is be changed and you have had this thing for awhile I can feel. It's beautiful." He beamed brightly, a look of softness making its way home across his features.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You're gonna end up like that too, you know." He grabs Donn in a big hug, squishing the archfey into the soft, malleable shadows with enough force to break a mortal's bones.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Donn screeches playfully, though it sounds more like a goat's bleating call. He seems to mold in a way to the force of the hug in a way no mortal should. His tails flick happily behind him like two fuzzy snakes. He glomps Egregore in his own hug, giggling
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He makes some affectionate grumbles. He leans forward, putting his entire weight on Donn. Despite his incredible size, he's only around 200 pounds due to his composition. "You're my baaaby..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Thank you my dear." Donn kisses him and boops his nose "Tell me, why in the hells does the Feywild look like this right now?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Well, it's actually the Autumn Country, but it's frozen over right now for some reason. It's not supposed to be like that, but I'm not sure what we can do about it." He rests his snout on Donn's shoulder.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hmm, well.. Perhaps we can melt the ice? That would be a given but I fear this may simply be magical, not normal.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Maybe. Unless we upgrade planar warming to 'Flambe Style,' I don't think we're going to counteract the fact that it's winter now. It's not supposed to be, but it is."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"There could be a source, all things considered. Something or someone is making this all happen, creating a frozen world." He ponders, scuffing his hoof through the dead frozen grass.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*hello*
Lightning flashes, it creates ash. The ash forms a human.
If you don’t know where I am, I’m either sleeping or roleplaying. If I’m doing neither of those things, except the worst. (Do not actually expect the worst) If you need to talk then PM me. Head Acolyte of The Tree Cult.
*Hello again, everyone! Sorry I keep vanishing- I'm back for now, at least. How are y'all?*
Adeline is back at the Sanctuary, humming to herself as she continues weave her mysterious cocoon(?)- it's a bit more than halfway complete, and she doesn't seem to be in a trance this time. She's been putting work into maintaining the vital balance that Goto told her about- somewhat going with the flow of her changes, even though it scares her to no end. It's hard to see with the turtleneck sweater she wears, but patches of soft white hairs have appeared around her neck and forearms- more numerous and dense than human body hair, but still not quite to the point of being fur or fuzz. The hexblood has taken her gloves off momentarily to knit, showing fingernails that have a more pointed, almost claw-like shape. She musters a smile as she hums that familiar ancient song, but it's clear she's still worried.
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)
*Yvonne! This is gonna be fun!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Baal! I totally agree- I'm excited for how this story goes!*
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)
Goto crouches, looking like a massive, monstrous insect as he watches silently from mere inches away from the largest fire. He seems to be sewing something, fluffy and floppy. It's too small to be an article of clothing, unless it's for an infant.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Me too! I haven't actually thought about this for a while. Too caught up with my story writing, I guess.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Adeline looks back at what he's knitting, both genuinely curious and wanting to think of something else to quell her worries. "What are you making?" She asks, turning to sit facing him, still working on her own project.
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 makes a gurgling, hissing rasp, then spits out some soda to the side. They clear their throat and hold up the object by its corners. It looks like a large, unstuffed plushie, but what it's meant to resemble is indiscernible. "Trying my hand... at sewing stuffed animals. I've felt calmer than normal... and this seems like a productive use of my time." He opens his quilted cloak to reveal a series of other incomprehensible critters hung by their necks like ducks. They move a little bit more than they should from inertia and wind alone.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Her eyes widen a little bit seeing the incomprehensible stuffed animals. "Oh, those look great! Your stitching work is really good." She responds, her fanged grin growing a tough wider- even if she can't tell what they're meant to represent, she can tell they were well made. "I'm happy you're feeling a bit better- we all need breaks to focus on something small now and then."
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)
"Indeed... indeed..." He mutters. He looks through the bundle of beastly beanie babies and removes a white one from the mix. It looks like it might be a breed of fluffy sea slug with long limbs and tiny suede shoes on each of its sixteen feet. They drop the thing to the ground, and it begins walking toward Adeline, a stumbling, drunken gait. "Any aspiring mage, fey, sorcerer, or otherwise, should have a familiar. Keeps us grounded when evil becomes easy and good difficult."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Adeline gasps a bit seeing the stuffed slug begin to inch its way over to her. "Aww, it's so cute! And so fluffy, too." With a noticeable hesitance she sets her in-progress cocoon to the side, crouching down and holding out a hand for the little construct, like how one would let a pet get used to them. "Wait, are you... giving them to me?" She seems nervous asking this, as if worried she's mistaken.
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)