*I'd love to read it if and when you feel ready to share*
*I’d love to share it eventually. Actually, I don’t currently have much for this world beside the genre and that I want to include Mother Moth and a couple of my other characters in it, so if you had any sorts of ideas (literally anything, I have almost nothing right now) I’d love to hear it. It’s going to be dark fantasy, mid renaissance time period, fairytale/biblical magic in the sort of way Lord of the Rings feels, but flashier.*
*Make a magic system based around acting. Specifically theater.*
*Imagine: portraying certain characters gives you different power sets, and the more in-character you are, the stronger your magic. These could be character archetypes, with each person having their own variations on them granting them unique subsets of those powers. On top of that, you could make it so different cultures have different archetypes to choose from. Perhaps one of the most basic techniques is summoning shadow stagehands!*
"Heh. If everything was always okay, I would be out of a job in no time. Dust always falls."
They look up at Adeline's face, then smile back. "I'm happy... that you allow me to be..." She hugs the moth-fey-beast-girl tight. Well, as tight as a muscularly underdeveloped strugel can.
The aforementioned moth-fey-beast-girl hugs her back as tightly as her current energy can allow- the aura of warmth has helped dry off her new moth fluff, which feels like fuzzy blankets that were freshly dried. "Of course- you're always welcome. I wouldn't have it any other way."
"When the dust falls, we'll be ready for it." She sounds very sure about that, though maybe she's just being optimistic.
*I hate to say it, but it looks like an amazing place for us to end this one. You know, watching the sunrise, holding hope for the future?*
"Heh. If everything was always okay, I would be out of a job in no time. Dust always falls."
They look up at Adeline's face, then smile back. "I'm happy... that you allow me to be..." She hugs the moth-fey-beast-girl tight. Well, as tight as a muscularly underdeveloped strugel can.
The aforementioned moth-fey-beast-girl hugs her back as tightly as her current energy can allow- the aura of warmth has helped dry off her new moth fluff, which feels like fuzzy blankets that were freshly dried. "Of course- you're always welcome. I wouldn't have it any other way."
"When the dust falls, we'll be ready for it." She sounds very sure about that, though maybe she's just being optimistic.
*I hate to say it, but it looks like an amazing place for us to end this one. You know, watching the sunrise, holding hope for the future?*
*I was thinking something similar, actually- this feels like a good point to pause for them. A very 'pans the camera up as credits roll' kind of scene.*
*Would you like to continue with other 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)
*I hate to say it, but it looks like an amazing place for us to end this one. You know, watching the sunrise, holding hope for the future?*
*I was thinking something similar, actually- this feels like a good point to pause for them. A very 'pans the camera up as credits roll' kind of scene.*
*Would you like to continue with other characters?*
*I would like that. I'm still trying to flesh out Feast, and I think he has the makings of a great character so far.*
*Since most of my characters are either gone or dead, I think bringing in another one might be appropriate.*
*I was thinking something similar, actually- this feels like a good point to pause for them. A very 'pans the camera up as credits roll' kind of scene.*
*Would you like to continue with other characters?*
*I would like that. I'm still trying to flesh out Feast, and I think he has the makings of a great character so far.*
*Since most of my characters are either gone or dead, I think bringing in another one might be appropriate.*
*That works with me- he sounds like he'll be fun from what you've told me! I may make a new character for here too at some point...*
*But for now, here- one eldritch sunflower, coming right up!*
Back at its workshop within its wretched ship, the god-eater is busy at work once more. At last, the winter has passed, and now the first day of spring is upon this land of eternal autumn- time to act quickly. Before it are numerous texts it 'borrowed' from a visit to the Keep's Library, all about the Barley King and its ritual. It occasionally sips from a tall glass of sunlight concentrate as it studies, writing notes with one of its other horrid hands.
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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)
*I'd love to read it if and when you feel ready to share*
*I’d love to share it eventually. Actually, I don’t currently have much for this world beside the genre and that I want to include Mother Moth and a couple of my other characters in it, so if you had any sorts of ideas (literally anything, I have almost nothing right now) I’d love to hear it. It’s going to be dark fantasy, mid renaissance time period, fairytale/biblical magic in the sort of way Lord of the Rings feels, but flashier.*
*Make a magic system based around acting. Specifically theater.*
*Imagine: portraying certain characters gives you different power sets, and the more in-character you are, the stronger your magic. These could be character archetypes, with each person having their own variations on them granting them unique subsets of those powers. On top of that, you could make it so different cultures have different archetypes to choose from. Perhaps one of the most basic techniques is summoning shadow stagehands!*
*this could be really cool! Not something I was originally thinking, but it could be really cool. The most powerful spellcasters could method actors who try to fully and permanently embody different roles. The magic this gives could serve mainly as enhancing, well, performance at the lowest levels, and at higher levels of power what it does is make the world more heightened and emphasize the character and their conditions. That might not make sense but it would basically be abusing the nature of the magic to do actual, more high fantasy sorts of magic.*
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This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-__-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-__-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
*That works with me- he sounds like he'll be fun from what you've told me! I may make a new character for here too at some point...*
*But for now, here- one eldritch sunflower, coming right up!*
Back at its workshop within its wretched ship, the god-eater is busy at work once more. At last, the winter has passed, and now the first day of spring is upon this land of eternal autumn- time to act quickly. Before it are numerous texts it 'borrowed' from a visit to the Keep's Library, all about the Barley King and its ritual. It occasionally sips from a tall glass of sunlight concentrate as it studies, writing notes with one of its other horrid hands.
It hears whistling and footsteps on the roof of the Starshredder. The tune is familiar... one of Felix's songs for it. Love Me Dead.
*That works with me- he sounds like he'll be fun from what you've told me! I may make a new character for here too at some point...*
*But for now, here- one eldritch sunflower, coming right up!*
Back at its workshop within its wretched ship, the god-eater is busy at work once more. At last, the winter has passed, and now the first day of spring is upon this land of eternal autumn- time to act quickly. Before it are numerous texts it 'borrowed' from a visit to the Keep's Library, all about the Barley King and its ritual. It occasionally sips from a tall glass of sunlight concentrate as it studies, writing notes with one of its other horrid hands.
It hears whistling and footsteps on the roof of the Starshredder. The tune is familiar... one of Felix's songs for it. Love Me Dead.
It recognizes the song immediately, for the briefest of seconds thinking of him before it is crushed by the memory of reality once again. It pauses its work, and snakes one of its flower heads through a window of the ship to look outside.
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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 hears whistling and footsteps on the roof of the Starshredder. The tune is familiar... one of Felix's songs for it. Love Me Dead.
It recognizes the song immediately, for the briefest of seconds thinking of him before it is crushed by the memory of reality once again. It pauses its work, and snakes one of its flower heads through a window of the ship to look outside.
A large humanoid in a tattered red costume, looking like something out of a gaudy masquerade ball, is dancing on the roof of the ship. It's a slow sort of dance, not making too much noise. They whistle through an ancient, rusted knight's helmet. They turn their head to see the flower, then hold out a gloved hand as if to invite Helianth to dance with them.
It hears whistling and footsteps on the roof of the Starshredder. The tune is familiar... one of Felix's songs for it. Love Me Dead.
It recognizes the song immediately, for the briefest of seconds thinking of him before it is crushed by the memory of reality once again. It pauses its work, and snakes one of its flower heads through a window of the ship to look outside.
A large humanoid in a tattered red costume, looking like something out of a gaudy masquerade ball, is dancing on the roof of the ship. It's a slow sort of dance, not making too much noise. They whistle through an ancient, rusted knight's helmet. They turn their head to see the flower, then hold out a gloved hand as if to invite Helianth to dance with them.
*Apologies for the long delay- I shall leave this for if you wish to continue in the morrow!*
The crooked god-eater looks at them curiously for a moment, before disappearing from the window and walking out from the Starshredder, its nine glowing heads watching him with interest and caution in equal measure. "Where did you learn that song from?" It does not take their hand and accept the invitation, seeming wary- that, and it hasn't danced once in its life.
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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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*Make a magic system based around acting. Specifically theater.*
*Imagine: portraying certain characters gives you different power sets, and the more in-character you are, the stronger your magic. These could be character archetypes, with each person having their own variations on them granting them unique subsets of those powers. On top of that, you could make it so different cultures have different archetypes to choose from. Perhaps one of the most basic techniques is summoning shadow stagehands!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I hate to say it, but it looks like an amazing place for us to end this one. You know, watching the sunrise, holding hope for the future?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I was thinking something similar, actually- this feels like a good point to pause for them. A very 'pans the camera up as credits roll' kind of scene.*
*Would you like to continue with other 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)
*I would like that. I'm still trying to flesh out Feast, and I think he has the makings of a great character so far.*
*Since most of my characters are either gone or dead, I think bringing in another one might be appropriate.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*That works with me- he sounds like he'll be fun from what you've told me! I may make a new character for here too at some point...*
*But for now, here- one eldritch sunflower, coming right up!*
Back at its workshop within its wretched ship, the god-eater is busy at work once more. At last, the winter has passed, and now the first day of spring is upon this land of eternal autumn- time to act quickly. Before it are numerous texts it 'borrowed' from a visit to the Keep's Library, all about the Barley King and its ritual. It occasionally sips from a tall glass of sunlight concentrate as it studies, writing notes with one of its other horrid hands.
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)
*this could be really cool! Not something I was originally thinking, but it could be really cool. The most powerful spellcasters could method actors who try to fully and permanently embody different roles. The magic this gives could serve mainly as enhancing, well, performance at the lowest levels, and at higher levels of power what it does is make the world more heightened and emphasize the character and their conditions. That might not make sense but it would basically be abusing the nature of the magic to do actual, more high fantasy sorts of magic.*
This is TheFriendlyArchfey’s Alternate Account! “I don’t know why Pretty boy is an insult. I’m the prettiest boy in this goddamn town.”
_-One more time, for the Money- Two Time, for the Love- Three time, for the Beauty, these are the things that dreams are made of-_
_-At The First Thanksgiving-_ _-Official Harbinger of Mariah Carey-_ _-Secretly Mrs. Claus-_
“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
It hears whistling and footsteps on the roof of the Starshredder. The tune is familiar... one of Felix's songs for it. Love Me Dead.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
It recognizes the song immediately, for the briefest of seconds thinking of him before it is crushed by the memory of reality once again. It pauses its work, and snakes one of its flower heads through a window of the ship to look outside.
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 large humanoid in a tattered red costume, looking like something out of a gaudy masquerade ball, is dancing on the roof of the ship. It's a slow sort of dance, not making too much noise. They whistle through an ancient, rusted knight's helmet. They turn their head to see the flower, then hold out a gloved hand as if to invite Helianth to dance with them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Apologies for the long delay- I shall leave this for if you wish to continue in the morrow!*
The crooked god-eater looks at them curiously for a moment, before disappearing from the window and walking out from the Starshredder, its nine glowing heads watching him with interest and caution in equal measure. "Where did you learn that song from?" It does not take their hand and accept the invitation, seeming wary- that, and it hasn't danced once in its life.
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)