*...It's nice you were able to help your friend. So you're not hungry anymore? Yes, that was quite the appetite. I was impressed. Still, we all move on sooner or later. To greater things, perhaps? So much can be achieved in just a short time...*
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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)
*some might say-‘were released, pushing daisies, deceased-‘ but we all know the worms must be fed. There’s just one…. Lingering fear… oh my soul, is it here? Or is it rotting somewhere with my head?*
*some might say-‘were released, pushing daisies, deceased-‘ but we all know the worms must be fed. There’s just one…. Lingering fear… oh my soul, is it here? Or is it rotting somewhere with my head?*
*Did you check the couch cushions? I know that's a common spot to lose a soul.*
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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)
*some might say-‘were released, pushing daisies, deceased-‘ but we all know the worms must be fed. There’s just one…. Lingering fear… oh my soul, is it here? Or is it rotting somewhere with my head?*
*Did you check the couch cushions? I know that's a common spot to lose a soul.*
*Livin' definition of what Frankensteined is: Find what's familiar, then bastardize it. Who knows my history? White chalk outlines it! If I kill the lights, can you survive this?*
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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.
*some might say-‘were released, pushing daisies, deceased-‘ but we all know the worms must be fed. There’s just one…. Lingering fear… oh my soul, is it here? Or is it rotting somewhere with my head?*
*Did you check the couch cushions? I know that's a common spot to lose a soul.*
*ah, thank you, my dear Yvonne, there it is!*
*how art thou?*
*I am doing just swell today! How art thou?*
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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)
*some might say-‘were released, pushing daisies, deceased-‘ but we all know the worms must be fed. There’s just one…. Lingering fear… oh my soul, is it here? Or is it rotting somewhere with my head?*
*Did you check the couch cushions? I know that's a common spot to lose a soul.*
*ah, thank you, my dear Yvonne, there it is!*
*how art thou?*
*I am doing just swell today! How art thou?*
*today at school was rather upsetting, and I think I have a cold. But otherwise I’m doing quite well!*
*some might say-‘were released, pushing daisies, deceased-‘ but we all know the worms must be fed. There’s just one…. Lingering fear… oh my soul, is it here? Or is it rotting somewhere with my head?*
*Did you check the couch cushions? I know that's a common spot to lose a soul.*
*ah, thank you, my dear Yvonne, there it is!*
*how art thou?*
*I am doing just swell today! How art thou?*
*today at school was rather upsetting, and I think I have a cold. But otherwise I’m doing quite well!*
*I'm sorry today hasn't been great- good to hear you're still doing well despite that. :)*
*Would thou like to rp with any of mine characters?*
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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)
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 friends, i haven't been around here in a while, but take your pick* The graveyard keeper The Courier The Huntress The travelling doctor
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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. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
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 friends, i haven't been around here in a while, but take your pick* The graveyard keeper The Courier The Huntress The travelling doctor
*Hmm. Grave yard keeper. I have a good character.*
*alright. Btw the graveyard keeper's a callback. In the beginnings of this thread, I had a character, and the graveyard keeper is her but just a little more grown up. See, she was a reference to my struggles with childhood depression, and she and I both learned that sometimes you have to just cut your losses and keep moving. Some things aren't worth holding on to if you can't take care of them anymore, and that's okay. You can move on. You can grow. And she did too* On the edge of the woods is a small graveyard. It's tidy, with an apple tree and a low stone wall. A pale young woman with a short crop of dark hair is digging a fresh grave at the edge.
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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. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*hello friends, i haven't been around here in a while, but take your pick* The graveyard keeper The Courier The Huntress The travelling doctor
*Hmm. Grave yard keeper. I have a good character.*
*alright. Btw the graveyard keeper's a callback. In the beginnings of this thread, I had a character, and the graveyard keeper is her but just a little more grown up. See, she was a reference to my struggles with childhood depression, and she and I both learned that sometimes you have to just cut your losses and keep moving. Some things aren't worth holding on to if you can't take care of them anymore, and that's okay. You can move on. You can grow. And she did too* On the edge of the woods is a small graveyard. It's tidy, with an apple tree and a low stone wall. A pale young woman with a short crop of dark hair is digging a fresh grave at the edge.
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 friends, i haven't been around here in a while, but take your pick* The graveyard keeper The Courier The Huntress The travelling doctor
*Hmm. Grave yard keeper. I have a good character.*
*alright. Btw the graveyard keeper's a callback. In the beginnings of this thread, I had a character, and the graveyard keeper is her but just a little more grown up. See, she was a reference to my struggles with childhood depression, and she and I both learned that sometimes you have to just cut your losses and keep moving. Some things aren't worth holding on to if you can't take care of them anymore, and that's okay. You can move on. You can grow. And she did too* On the edge of the woods is a small graveyard. It's tidy, with an apple tree and a low stone wall. A pale young woman with a short crop of dark hair is digging a fresh grave at the edge.
A male in his early 20s is walking nearby.
She stops for a second and waves to him warmly. Her face and arms are covered in small scars, and she's clearly dead, but she doesn't seem to be bothered by it.
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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. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*hello friends, i haven't been around here in a while, but take your pick* The graveyard keeper The Courier The Huntress The travelling doctor
*Hmm. Grave yard keeper. I have a good character.*
*alright. Btw the graveyard keeper's a callback. In the beginnings of this thread, I had a character, and the graveyard keeper is her but just a little more grown up. See, she was a reference to my struggles with childhood depression, and she and I both learned that sometimes you have to just cut your losses and keep moving. Some things aren't worth holding on to if you can't take care of them anymore, and that's okay. You can move on. You can grow. And she did too* On the edge of the woods is a small graveyard. It's tidy, with an apple tree and a low stone wall. A pale young woman with a short crop of dark hair is digging a fresh grave at the edge.
A male in his early 20s is walking nearby.
She stops for a second and waves to him warmly. Her face and arms are covered in small scars, and she's clearly dead, but she doesn't seem to be bothered by it.
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.
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*Then perish*
*(microwave noises)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*What are your pain points? What's your problem? What are our business struggles 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)
*Can you feel the heat?
It's searing
Through your skin...
Let it in!*
*Kept me warm through
All my darkest sins...
Now the cookout
Will begin!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*...It's nice you were able to help your friend. So you're not hungry anymore? Yes, that was quite the appetite. I was impressed. Still, we all move on sooner or later. To greater things, perhaps? So much can be achieved in just a short time...*
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)
*some might say-‘were released, pushing daisies, deceased-‘ but we all know the worms must be fed. There’s just one…. Lingering fear… oh my soul, is it here? Or is it rotting somewhere with my head?*
*Did you check the couch cushions? I know that's a common spot to lose a soul.*
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)
*ah, thank you, my dear Yvonne, there it is!*
*how art thou?*
*Livin' definition of what Frankensteined is: Find what's familiar, then bastardize it. Who knows my history? White chalk outlines it! If I kill the lights, can you survive this?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I am doing just swell today! How art thou?*
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)
*today at school was rather upsetting, and I think I have a cold. But otherwise I’m doing quite well!*
*I'm sorry today hasn't been great- good to hear you're still doing well despite that. :)*
*Would thou like to rp with any of mine characters?*
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)
*A wonderful thing to have, a face. Not a thing with which we are all blessed. For this Kingdom's faceless, I shall provide.*
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 wish I had more time to play with you guys, but my internet goes out in like half an hour, and at the same time every day.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*September! For two reasons: A. It’s my birthday month, B. Fall starts in late September.*
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 friends, i haven't been around here in a while, but take your pick*
The graveyard keeper
The Courier
The Huntress
The travelling doctor
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.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
*Hmm. Grave yard keeper. I have a good character.*
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.
*alright. Btw the graveyard keeper's a callback. In the beginnings of this thread, I had a character, and the graveyard keeper is her but just a little more grown up. See, she was a reference to my struggles with childhood depression, and she and I both learned that sometimes you have to just cut your losses and keep moving. Some things aren't worth holding on to if you can't take care of them anymore, and that's okay. You can move on. You can grow. And she did too*
On the edge of the woods is a small graveyard. It's tidy, with an apple tree and a low stone wall. A pale young woman with a short crop of dark hair is digging a fresh grave at the edge.
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.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
A male in his early 20s is walking nearby.
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.
She stops for a second and waves to him warmly. Her face and arms are covered in small scars, and she's clearly dead, but she doesn't seem to be bothered by it.
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.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. 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, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
“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.