Julius has been locked up in his secret Pumpkin patch for three nights, the old wood around him thawed by his warming presence. For three nights, wisps darted across the night sky, carrying one of his candle flames, streaking close to the ground and melting ice and snow, centered around populated areas and villages. It’s not much, but it helps.
As the false sun rose after the third night, the great gates of his pumpkin patch open and Julius, form radiating more heat than usual to combat the winter, walks out. He has a sickle in hand, and sprouting at his feet are ashen brambles. He can’t let his father’s realm stay like this. He needs to make a difference, he needs to get work done. wind picks him up and carries him into the sky, the night alight with his presence.
It may be well into winter already, but for the Heir to the Autumn Throne, it’s harvest season.
A farmer is harvesting left over wheat in a giant robot.
Julius approaches, carried by the Autumnal breeze that still haunts this land. His eyes glow with candlelight, and his sickle reflects the moonlight. As he lands, the unharvested wheat around him grows wildly and more and more of it springs up. He looks to the farmer in the robot. “Hello… my… sincerest apologies if you or your loved ones are hungry… my blessings to your land… hard to grow much with the weather. I don’t know how long winter may last, but I assure you the court and I are working to remedy this tragedy…” he says as he approaches the farmer.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Julius has been locked up in his secret Pumpkin patch for three nights, the old wood around him thawed by his warming presence. For three nights, wisps darted across the night sky, carrying one of his candle flames, streaking close to the ground and melting ice and snow, centered around populated areas and villages. It’s not much, but it helps.
As the false sun rose after the third night, the great gates of his pumpkin patch open and Julius, form radiating more heat than usual to combat the winter, walks out. He has a sickle in hand, and sprouting at his feet are ashen brambles. He can’t let his father’s realm stay like this. He needs to make a difference, he needs to get work done. wind picks him up and carries him into the sky, the night alight with his presence.
It may be well into winter already, but for the Heir to the Autumn Throne, it’s harvest season.
A farmer is harvesting left over wheat in a giant robot.
Julius approaches, carried by the Autumnal breeze that still haunts this land. His eyes glow with candlelight, and his sickle reflects the moonlight. As he lands, the unharvested wheat around him grows wildly and more and more of it springs up. He looks to the farmer in the robot. “Hello… my… sincerest apologies if you or your loved ones are hungry… my blessings to your land… hard to grow much with the weather. I don’t know how long winter may last, but I assure you the court and I are working to remedy this tragedy…” he says as he approaches the farmer.
The robot’s chassis opens and reveals the farmer inside, “Well howdy, that may be some relievin’ news I’ve had to ha’vest my own wheat to make food with othe’ ing’edints the efo’ts of ou and de cou’t a’e applaud’d” he says in a very strange voice.
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.
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.
Julius has been locked up in his secret Pumpkin patch for three nights, the old wood around him thawed by his warming presence. For three nights, wisps darted across the night sky, carrying one of his candle flames, streaking close to the ground and melting ice and snow, centered around populated areas and villages. It’s not much, but it helps.
As the false sun rose after the third night, the great gates of his pumpkin patch open and Julius, form radiating more heat than usual to combat the winter, walks out. He has a sickle in hand, and sprouting at his feet are ashen brambles. He can’t let his father’s realm stay like this. He needs to make a difference, he needs to get work done. wind picks him up and carries him into the sky, the night alight with his presence.
It may be well into winter already, but for the Heir to the Autumn Throne, it’s harvest season.
A farmer is harvesting left over wheat in a giant robot.
Julius approaches, carried by the Autumnal breeze that still haunts this land. His eyes glow with candlelight, and his sickle reflects the moonlight. As he lands, the unharvested wheat around him grows wildly and more and more of it springs up. He looks to the farmer in the robot. “Hello… my… sincerest apologies if you or your loved ones are hungry… my blessings to your land… hard to grow much with the weather. I don’t know how long winter may last, but I assure you the court and I are working to remedy this tragedy…” he says as he approaches the farmer.
The robot’s chassis opens and reveals the farmer inside, “Well howdy, that may be some relievin’ news I’ve had to ha’vest my own wheat to make food with othe’ ing’edints the efo’ts of ou and de cou’t a’e applaud’d” he says in a very strange voice.
He shakes his head. “…no need for such praise. Something Is deeply wrong with the land, and it’s our job to fix it… well, not sure how many of the court can fix all this… but I can. So that’s what I’m doing. Tell me, how many people depend on your produce?” He smiles. Not a very genuine one, but he’s trying to seem friendly. He doesn’t interact with people much.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
It does not linger a moment longer around Ragnorra, shambling off, still clutching the severed paw in its gnarled hands. It was always planning to kill her and consume her radiant essence anyways- becoming her enemy was bound to happen sooner or later. And now they have another ally(?) as well- this is going better than it could have imagined.
It has work to do.
She will burn.
Burn along with all the others.
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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)
Julius has been locked up in his secret Pumpkin patch for three nights, the old wood around him thawed by his warming presence. For three nights, wisps darted across the night sky, carrying one of his candle flames, streaking close to the ground and melting ice and snow, centered around populated areas and villages. It’s not much, but it helps.
As the false sun rose after the third night, the great gates of his pumpkin patch open and Julius, form radiating more heat than usual to combat the winter, walks out. He has a sickle in hand, and sprouting at his feet are ashen brambles. He can’t let his father’s realm stay like this. He needs to make a difference, he needs to get work done. wind picks him up and carries him into the sky, the night alight with his presence.
It may be well into winter already, but for the Heir to the Autumn Throne, it’s harvest season.
A farmer is harvesting left over wheat in a giant robot.
Julius approaches, carried by the Autumnal breeze that still haunts this land. His eyes glow with candlelight, and his sickle reflects the moonlight. As he lands, the unharvested wheat around him grows wildly and more and more of it springs up. He looks to the farmer in the robot. “Hello… my… sincerest apologies if you or your loved ones are hungry… my blessings to your land… hard to grow much with the weather. I don’t know how long winter may last, but I assure you the court and I are working to remedy this tragedy…” he says as he approaches the farmer.
The robot’s chassis opens and reveals the farmer inside, “Well howdy, that may be some relievin’ news I’ve had to ha’vest my own wheat to make food with othe’ ing’edints the efo’ts of ou and de cou’t a’e applaud’d” he says in a very strange voice.
He shakes his head. “…no need for such praise. Something Is deeply wrong with the land, and it’s our job to fix it… well, not sure how many of the court can fix all this… but I can. So that’s what I’m doing. Tell me, how many people depend on your produce?” He smiles. Not a very genuine one, but he’s trying to seem friendly. He doesn’t interact with people much.
“Me an’ mi fam’ly, t’at ‘akes th’ee.” He smiles back.
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.
Mother Moth has retreated to her den within the silken sanctuary. She’s been knitting nonstop and solving problems that come up, putting out fires and tending to her hundreds of pupating children. Children that have been in their cocoons for months at this point, never having seen the comfort of spring.
she has not eaten in two weeks, at least. The carnivorous matriarch is deathly thin and very pale, but her children, her little moths, her guests, need her hospitality.
She won’t even acknowledge that she’s starving.
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_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Julius has been locked up in his secret Pumpkin patch for three nights, the old wood around him thawed by his warming presence. For three nights, wisps darted across the night sky, carrying one of his candle flames, streaking close to the ground and melting ice and snow, centered around populated areas and villages. It’s not much, but it helps.
As the false sun rose after the third night, the great gates of his pumpkin patch open and Julius, form radiating more heat than usual to combat the winter, walks out. He has a sickle in hand, and sprouting at his feet are ashen brambles. He can’t let his father’s realm stay like this. He needs to make a difference, he needs to get work done. wind picks him up and carries him into the sky, the night alight with his presence.
It may be well into winter already, but for the Heir to the Autumn Throne, it’s harvest season.
He begins to hear crunching, ripping sounds.
A booming voice shatters the ice, boils the snow. A massive shape blots out the rising sun.
"HEAR ME! SEE ME! WHO BUT I KNOW GOD'S TRUE GIFT? WHAT THIN BLACK CREPE MY LOVE PORTENT! WITH HEART AGAPE, MY SOUL AFFLICTED! I SHALL FILL YOUR HOUSE WITH ALL MY WARM AND PAINFUL NEWS! BEAR ME, UNDER YOUR SHADOW SWEET AS NIGHT! NO MORE LIGHT SHALL PIERCE ME THROUGH, NO ONE MAY LOVE YOU AS I DO!"
No more must we be shamed for the dread behind our tears.
He is here. For the feast.
For our misery.
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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.
Julius has been locked up in his secret Pumpkin patch for three nights, the old wood around him thawed by his warming presence. For three nights, wisps darted across the night sky, carrying one of his candle flames, streaking close to the ground and melting ice and snow, centered around populated areas and villages. It’s not much, but it helps.
As the false sun rose after the third night, the great gates of his pumpkin patch open and Julius, form radiating more heat than usual to combat the winter, walks out. He has a sickle in hand, and sprouting at his feet are ashen brambles. He can’t let his father’s realm stay like this. He needs to make a difference, he needs to get work done. wind picks him up and carries him into the sky, the night alight with his presence.
It may be well into winter already, but for the Heir to the Autumn Throne, it’s harvest season.
A farmer is harvesting left over wheat in a giant robot.
Julius approaches, carried by the Autumnal breeze that still haunts this land. His eyes glow with candlelight, and his sickle reflects the moonlight. As he lands, the unharvested wheat around him grows wildly and more and more of it springs up. He looks to the farmer in the robot. “Hello… my… sincerest apologies if you or your loved ones are hungry… my blessings to your land… hard to grow much with the weather. I don’t know how long winter may last, but I assure you the court and I are working to remedy this tragedy…” he says as he approaches the farmer.
The robot’s chassis opens and reveals the farmer inside, “Well howdy, that may be some relievin’ news I’ve had to ha’vest my own wheat to make food with othe’ ing’edints the efo’ts of ou and de cou’t a’e applaud’d” he says in a very strange voice.
He shakes his head. “…no need for such praise. Something Is deeply wrong with the land, and it’s our job to fix it… well, not sure how many of the court can fix all this… but I can. So that’s what I’m doing. Tell me, how many people depend on your produce?” He smiles. Not a very genuine one, but he’s trying to seem friendly. He doesn’t interact with people much.
“Me an’ mi fam’ly, t’at ‘akes th’ee.” He smiles back.
He nods. With a wave of his hand, warmth blossoms across his farm, right to the very edge of it and no further. Ice melts and soil becomes fertile, as commanded by their Prince. ”sow your seeds in my name, and with my blessing, you’ll feed twice as many as you would in a normal harvest. I wish well upon your family.”
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Mother Moth has retreated to her den within the silken sanctuary. She’s been knitting nonstop and solving problems that come up, putting out fires and tending to her hundreds of pupating children. Children that have been in their cocoons for months at this point, never having seen the comfort of spring.
she has not eaten in two weeks, at least. The carnivorous matriarch is deathly thin and very pale, but her children, her little moths, her guests, need her hospitality.
She won’t even acknowledge that she’s starving.
A voice whispers to her.
"So cold, isn't it? It should be summer by now."
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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.
Julius has been locked up in his secret Pumpkin patch for three nights, the old wood around him thawed by his warming presence. For three nights, wisps darted across the night sky, carrying one of his candle flames, streaking close to the ground and melting ice and snow, centered around populated areas and villages. It’s not much, but it helps.
As the false sun rose after the third night, the great gates of his pumpkin patch open and Julius, form radiating more heat than usual to combat the winter, walks out. He has a sickle in hand, and sprouting at his feet are ashen brambles. He can’t let his father’s realm stay like this. He needs to make a difference, he needs to get work done. wind picks him up and carries him into the sky, the night alight with his presence.
It may be well into winter already, but for the Heir to the Autumn Throne, it’s harvest season.
A farmer is harvesting left over wheat in a giant robot.
Julius approaches, carried by the Autumnal breeze that still haunts this land. His eyes glow with candlelight, and his sickle reflects the moonlight. As he lands, the unharvested wheat around him grows wildly and more and more of it springs up. He looks to the farmer in the robot. “Hello… my… sincerest apologies if you or your loved ones are hungry… my blessings to your land… hard to grow much with the weather. I don’t know how long winter may last, but I assure you the court and I are working to remedy this tragedy…” he says as he approaches the farmer.
The robot’s chassis opens and reveals the farmer inside, “Well howdy, that may be some relievin’ news I’ve had to ha’vest my own wheat to make food with othe’ ing’edints the efo’ts of ou and de cou’t a’e applaud’d” he says in a very strange voice.
He shakes his head. “…no need for such praise. Something Is deeply wrong with the land, and it’s our job to fix it… well, not sure how many of the court can fix all this… but I can. So that’s what I’m doing. Tell me, how many people depend on your produce?” He smiles. Not a very genuine one, but he’s trying to seem friendly. He doesn’t interact with people much.
“Me an’ mi fam’ly, t’at ‘akes th’ee.” He smiles back.
He nods. With a wave of his hand, warmth blossoms across his farm, right to the very edge of it and no further. Ice melts and soil becomes fertile, as commanded by their Prince. ”sow your seeds in my name, and with my blessing, you’ll feed twice as many as you would in a normal harvest. I wish well upon your family.”
“‘Ank ou.” He climbs back in the robot and it’s chassis close hiding him as he goes back to harvesting.
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.
Mother Moth has retreated to her den within the silken sanctuary. She’s been knitting nonstop and solving problems that come up, putting out fires and tending to her hundreds of pupating children. Children that have been in their cocoons for months at this point, never having seen the comfort of spring.
she has not eaten in two weeks, at least. The carnivorous matriarch is deathly thin and very pale, but her children, her little moths, her guests, need her hospitality.
She won’t even acknowledge that she’s starving.
Adeline was helping Mother Moth however she possibly could with tending to the Sanctuary for a while now, but only now does Mother Moth notice that she's nowhere to be seen. She must have departed at absolute most, a few minutes from now. A trail of bootprints in the snow weaves from where she was into the forest. Wherever could she have gone?
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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)
Julius has been locked up in his secret Pumpkin patch for three nights, the old wood around him thawed by his warming presence. For three nights, wisps darted across the night sky, carrying one of his candle flames, streaking close to the ground and melting ice and snow, centered around populated areas and villages. It’s not much, but it helps.
As the false sun rose after the third night, the great gates of his pumpkin patch open and Julius, form radiating more heat than usual to combat the winter, walks out. He has a sickle in hand, and sprouting at his feet are ashen brambles. He can’t let his father’s realm stay like this. He needs to make a difference, he needs to get work done. wind picks him up and carries him into the sky, the night alight with his presence.
It may be well into winter already, but for the Heir to the Autumn Throne, it’s harvest season.
He begins to hear crunching, ripping sounds.
A booming voice shatters the ice, boils the snow. A massive shape blots out the rising sun.
"HEAR ME! SEE ME! WHO BUT I KNOW GOD'S TRUE GIFT? WHAT THIN BLACK CREPE MY LOVE PORTENT! WITH HEART AGAPE, MY SOUL AFFLICTED! I SHALL FILL YOUR HOUSE WITH ALL MY WARM AND PAINFUL NEWS! BEAR ME, UNDER YOUR SHADOW SWEET AS NIGHT! NO MORE LIGHT SHALL PIERCE ME THROUGH, NO ONE MAY LOVE YOU AS I DO!"
No more must we be shamed for the dread behind our tears.
He is here. For the feast.
For our misery.
Julius runs along the wind to meet the figure closer. Leaves of a hundred hues dance alongside him, the same color as the sunset in the opposite direction. He scowls. So you’re what I felt… coming into the Country.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Mother Moth has retreated to her den within the silken sanctuary. She’s been knitting nonstop and solving problems that come up, putting out fires and tending to her hundreds of pupating children. Children that have been in their cocoons for months at this point, never having seen the comfort of spring.
she has not eaten in two weeks, at least. The carnivorous matriarch is deathly thin and very pale, but her children, her little moths, her guests, need her hospitality.
She won’t even acknowledge that she’s starving.
A voice whispers to her.
"So cold, isn't it? It should be summer by now."
Her antennae twitch, and she barely recognizes that something not physically there is speaking to her. “It should be summer and then autumn and then winter and then spring and then summer again, it feels like- but I can’t migrate to another plane- not now- hundreds would starve-“ she says amid scattered breaths.
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
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Julius approaches, carried by the Autumnal breeze that still haunts this land. His eyes glow with candlelight, and his sickle reflects the moonlight. As he lands, the unharvested wheat around him grows wildly and more and more of it springs up. He looks to the farmer in the robot. “Hello… my… sincerest apologies if you or your loved ones are hungry… my blessings to your land… hard to grow much with the weather. I don’t know how long winter may last, but I assure you the court and I are working to remedy this tragedy…” he says as he approaches the farmer.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*Actually, I have 30 minutes.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Szerucharz will be a lot of fun to have here :>*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*He's nowhere near Universe Smorgasbord levels of powerful, but he is a wonderful abomination in his own right.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The robot’s chassis opens and reveals the farmer inside, “Well howdy, that may be some relievin’ news I’ve had to ha’vest my own wheat to make food with othe’ ing’edints the efo’ts of ou and de cou’t a’e applaud’d” he says in a very strange voice.
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.
*i’ve been drawing Julius’ outfit, or at least a variation of it, and it’s actually going quite well so far.*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*that’s cool!*
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.
He shakes his head. “…no need for such praise. Something Is deeply wrong with the land, and it’s our job to fix it… well, not sure how many of the court can fix all this… but I can. So that’s what I’m doing. Tell me, how many people depend on your produce?” He smiles. Not a very genuine one, but he’s trying to seem friendly. He doesn’t interact with people much.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
It does not linger a moment longer around Ragnorra, shambling off, still clutching the severed paw in its gnarled hands. It was always planning to kill her and consume her radiant essence anyways- becoming her enemy was bound to happen sooner or later. And now they have another ally(?) as well- this is going better than it could have imagined.
It has work to do.
She will burn.
Burn along with all the others.
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)
“Me an’ mi fam’ly, t’at ‘akes th’ee.” He smiles back.
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.
Mother Moth has retreated to her den within the silken sanctuary. She’s been knitting nonstop and solving problems that come up, putting out fires and tending to her hundreds of pupating children. Children that have been in their cocoons for months at this point, never having seen the comfort of spring.
she has not eaten in two weeks, at least. The carnivorous matriarch is deathly thin and very pale, but her children, her little moths, her guests, need her hospitality.
She won’t even acknowledge that she’s starving.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
He begins to hear crunching, ripping sounds.
A booming voice shatters the ice, boils the snow. A massive shape blots out the rising sun.
"HEAR ME!
SEE ME!
WHO BUT I KNOW GOD'S TRUE GIFT?
WHAT THIN BLACK CREPE MY LOVE PORTENT!
WITH HEART AGAPE,
MY SOUL AFFLICTED!
I SHALL FILL YOUR HOUSE WITH ALL
MY WARM AND PAINFUL NEWS!
BEAR ME,
UNDER YOUR SHADOW
SWEET AS NIGHT!
NO MORE LIGHT
SHALL PIERCE ME THROUGH,
NO ONE MAY LOVE YOU
AS
I
DO!"
No more must we be shamed for the dread behind our tears.
He is here. For the feast.
For our misery.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He nods. With a wave of his hand, warmth blossoms across his farm, right to the very edge of it and no further. Ice melts and soil becomes fertile, as commanded by their Prince. ”sow your seeds in my name, and with my blessing, you’ll feed twice as many as you would in a normal harvest. I wish well upon your family.”
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
A voice whispers to her.
"So cold, isn't it? It should be summer by now."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Alright, I killed my favorite character, so I get to make two dramatic entrances for the Elder Evil of Fear and Hunger.*
*It's the rules.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“‘Ank ou.” He climbs back in the robot and it’s chassis close hiding him as he goes back to harvesting.
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.
Adeline was helping Mother Moth however she possibly could with tending to the Sanctuary for a while now, but only now does Mother Moth notice that she's nowhere to be seen. She must have departed at absolute most, a few minutes from now. A trail of bootprints in the snow weaves from where she was into the forest. Wherever could she have gone?
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)
Julius runs along the wind to meet the figure closer. Leaves of a hundred hues dance alongside him, the same color as the sunset in the opposite direction. He scowls. So you’re what I felt… coming into the Country.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
Her antennae twitch, and she barely recognizes that something not physically there is speaking to her. “It should be summer and then autumn and then winter and then spring and then summer again, it feels like- but I can’t migrate to another plane- not now- hundreds would starve-“ she says amid scattered breaths.
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “Your Dream Girl’s Dream Girl, Your Favorite Artist’s Favorite Artist.”
_-She Don’t wanna be anybody else, she’s a woman in total control of herself-_
_-certified Villainous Kitty Queen-_ _-somewhere in the gray area between an eldritch horror and a Disney Villain-_ _-Duchess of Dark Fey Vibes-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”