First Sinner

First-generation Weaver trying to understand this era's youth through "blogging".

[first-runespinner]

So it seems the truth got out. How fortunate!

Although Pharloom is in ruin, resolution has been found. I'm quite grateful. With it all over, an odd bug introduced me to this thing known as a "blog". They claim that it's a fun way to interact with others, so I'll give one a chance.

It seems that my name has been reduced to "First Sinner" since my imprisonment, but I will respond to the title.

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I see other bugs introducing themselves with the following format. I shall do my best to include anything that would possibly be important.

Information:

{Notes by the RP blog's creator (@carvaiine) will be marked in curly brackets. They will refrain from commenting as much as possible.}

I refuse to withhold information. If you do not like what you see, it is your responsibility to remain ignorant. {This blog contains Hollow Knight and Silksong spoilers.}

Art may be occasionally created and posted for this blog. Do not expect it.

{Interactions with other RP blogs are welcome.}

Rules:

My pronouns are she/her, but I do not mind they/them or it/its.

Hate will not be tolerated. I have had enough of it.

Do not approach me with NSFW content.

I am not interested in so-called "shipping".

Tag Guide:

#ooc: {posts mostly or entirely by Carvaiine. These will still be marked with braces.}

#musing: The odd thought.

#relations: Responses and communication with other bugs.

#response: Responses to questions and comments.

#craft: Art either from or of myself. {art by Carvaiine}

#viewing: Art by others.

I'm quite curious to know what happened in my absence. I'll take questions and comments from others as I'm able and interested.

{This is my first time trying to do a roleplay blog. Constructive criticism is welcomed. I'm doing my best to be in-character.}

[first-runespinner]

What's with you weavers and making dens? With how many burrows you've dug all over the place one would think you lot worms, not spiders!

This is a misconception. We build far more than we dig. I made my current home out of some abandoned storage or something. Chances are, whatever other Weaver establishments you've found were made in a similar way.

[dragonfangstudios]

[first-runespinner]

This is called a "meme", correct? Strange of someone to use my likeness, but... it isn't wrong.

[first-runespinner]

Oh wow ma’am, you have such a pretty dress! Where did you get it?

{She looks down at the torn clothing, hand-mended with spare silk left around her den.}

...Yeah...

[first-runespinner]

*gives you a barbed bracelet*

*it looks very uncomfortable*

{She tosses it in the corner.}

Why.

[first-runespinner]

*gives you a bag of holding so you can bring your comically large rubik’s cube*

A bag? This thing will not hold...

...

...How?

Perhaps I should not question it as I head home now.

[human-of-hallownest-official]

I mean, like, how'd y'all acquire phones? Seems so weird how ALL of you are on this app.

Someone gave a phone to me

I found a phone somewhere

I'm a Tumblr-compatible machine

Other (specify in comments/reblogs)

Voting ended onApr 26

[first-runespinner]

I was scavenging and found it on a corpse. I'm not sure where these devices come from, though I was able to buy a gaming PC from one of those citadel-made sentinels.

[first-runespinner]

making your rubix cube comically large

Ah- Ugh. And I was finally feeling well enough to head back to my den... How am I supposed to carry this?

[first-runespinner]

a silk spool is given

“I will watch you consume it or I will get you more”

No.

[phantom-of-the-exhaust-organ]

Grand Mother Silk sucks.

[first-runespinner]

This is fact.

[first-runespinner]

stubborn ass spider

How did I hear the youth put it recently?

"No, you."

[ideavian]

First sinner

[first-runespinner]

I've recovered enough to access the internet without getting a headache... This is an impressive depiction of myself. Great work, strange bug.

[first-runespinner]

A Rubik’s cube poofs into existence in front of First Sinner.

...Eh?

{She grabs the rubik's cube and turns it around, shifting it between hands.}

What am I supposed to do with this?

{Despite her words, she begins twisting it. She doesn't solve the cube, but every side becomes a perfect flower with matching corners and center pieces.}

[first-runespinner]

Perhaps you should seek a doctor.

Hah. That one's funny.

You think I'd go see a doctor after what they've done to Pharloom?

[first-runespinner]

[Hurried footsteps echo through the caverns.]

[From around a corner, Phantom darts into sight and rapidly approaches First Sinner.]

I TRAVELED AS QUICKLY AS MY HINDCLAWS WOULD ALLOW—

[They straighten themself. In their claws is a makeshift container, intended for travel and hot liquids.]

I hope I do not disturb thee with my presence but, ah... I heard tell thou were troubled by some matter...

...I brewed hot cocoa for thee... a slight alteration of the recipe you gifted me. I do hope you enjoy peppermint...

[Upon closer inspection, the front of Phantom's shell is drenched in hot cocoa. It is unclear is this is from travel or hurried hot cocoa-making.]

-@phantom-of-the-exhaust-organ

{First Sinner looks up.}

Oh.

You're- They're-

{She stops to cough. it sounds bad. The Weaver then takes the container and holds the warmth close to her chest.}

Thank you. Don't... don't worry yourself over me.

[first-runespinner]

*unscribbles on her mask*

sorry ms weaver, shouldn’t have done that

No, you shouldn't have.

{She tries to push the stranger away.}

Do not touch me.

[first-runespinner]

A strange beetle approaches. She pauses, over the weaver, then reaches into one of her pin-stuck joints, pulling out a short length of silk.

“In case you need some of it back. I can always get more from Mizello…it’s a curse, yes, I understand your feelings, but best not to rid yourself of it so quickly.”

She then turns to leave.

( @amma-of-pharloom )

{First Sinner takes the silk and spins it between her fingers.}

I don't need it.

{She twists her fingers closer. In a quick motion, she pulls, and the bunch is torn apart.}

{It leaves her claws shaking.}