Apate the fool.

Reblog if you accept 'Magic Anon' questions.

Anyone else listen to their playlist, and when one of ur oc's themes comes on and you think "hi [oc name] :)"

haven't allocated an oc theme yet

damn /pos

I do think of Apate every time I listen to Scylla tho

and harpy hare is apate now

*She looks purposeless, lost... her needle is much too small for her, just as her cloak is. The void dripping from her mask, wings, and tail leaves a trail on the ground.*

*For a moment, Wysp studies her, then sits smoothly, tail swishing to curl around herself in one controlled motion. She watches Apate, the darkness inside her mask unreadable.*

*Wysp hisses, and a tendril of void lashes out at Apate as she resists.*

*Wysp is thrown atleast 60 meters east by a silk tendril.*

*She hits the ground with a small crack and groans, then clambers to her hands and feet, back arched. She hisses, tail whipping the air, and charges back at Apate.*

*Apate wasn't very mobile in her current state, so she used a thread storm in thr hopes of driving Wysp away.*

*The threads deter her for a moment, hitting her. She prowls near, growling, and void lashes out again, attempting to hit the weaver.*

*She dodges, the weapon nicking her side before she grabs it with her tail and throws it back at her.*

*It pierces through the cloak, and Apate falls.*

*Wysp stays still and quiet for a moment, the tip of her tail twitching before she prowls forward and pokes the still form.*

*She cries out as she's forced back, first in anguish, then in anger. The shriek is unholy, layered, loud. She pushes to her feet again.*

*Wysp hisses and slashes at Apate's mouth/mandibles, back arched.*

*She suddenly draws back, before leaping into the air once again and drifting toward Hallownest.*

*She looks purposeless, lost... her needle is much too small for her, just as her cloak is. The void dripping from her mask, wings, and tail leaves a trail on the ground.*

*For a moment, Wysp studies her, then sits smoothly, tail swishing to curl around herself in one controlled motion. She watches Apate, the darkness inside her mask unreadable.*

*Wysp hisses, and a tendril of void lashes out at Apate as she resists.*

*Wysp is thrown atleast 60 meters east by a silk tendril.*

*She hits the ground with a small crack and groans, then clambers to her hands and feet, back arched. She hisses, tail whipping the air, and charges back at Apate.*

*Apate wasn't very mobile in her current state, so she used a thread storm in thr hopes of driving Wysp away.*

*The threads deter her for a moment, hitting her. She prowls near, growling, and void lashes out again, attempting to hit the weaver.*

*She dodges, the weapon nicking her side before she grabs it with her tail and throws it back at her.*

*It pierces through the cloak, and Apate falls.*

*Wysp stays still and quiet for a moment, the tip of her tail twitching before she prowls forward and pokes the still form.*

*She cries out as she's forced back, first in anguish, then in anger. The shriek is unholy, layered, loud. She pushes to her feet again.*

*She looks purposeless, lost... her needle is much too small for her, just as her cloak is. The void dripping from her mask, wings, and tail leaves a trail on the ground.*

*For a moment, Wysp studies her, then sits smoothly, tail swishing to curl around herself in one controlled motion. She watches Apate, the darkness inside her mask unreadable.*

*Wysp hisses, and a tendril of void lashes out at Apate as she resists.*

*Wysp is thrown atleast 60 meters east by a silk tendril.*

*She hits the ground with a small crack and groans, then clambers to her hands and feet, back arched. She hisses, tail whipping the air, and charges back at Apate.*

*Apate wasn't very mobile in her current state, so she used a thread storm in thr hopes of driving Wysp away.*

*The threads deter her for a moment, hitting her. She prowls near, growling, and void lashes out again, attempting to hit the weaver.*

*She dodges, the weapon nicking her side before she grabs it with her tail and throws it back at her.*

*It pierces through the cloak, and Apate falls.*

*Wysp stays still and quiet for a moment, the tip of her tail twitching before she prowls forward and pokes the still form.*

*She cries out as she's forced back, first in anguish, then in anger. The shriek is unholy, layered, loud. She pushes to her feet again.*

*She looks purposeless, lost... her needle is much too small for her, just as her cloak is. The void dripping from her mask, wings, and tail leaves a trail on the ground.*

*For a moment, Wysp studies her, then sits smoothly, tail swishing to curl around herself in one controlled motion. She watches Apate, the darkness inside her mask unreadable.*

*Wysp hisses, and a tendril of void lashes out at Apate as she resists.*

*Wysp is thrown atleast 60 meters east by a silk tendril.*

*She hits the ground with a small crack and groans, then clambers to her hands and feet, back arched. She hisses, tail whipping the air, and charges back at Apate.*

*Apate wasn't very mobile in her current state, so she used a thread storm in thr hopes of driving Wysp away.*

*The threads deter her for a moment, hitting her. She prowls near, growling, and void lashes out again, attempting to hit the weaver.*

*She dodges, the weapon nicking her side before she grabs it with her tail and throws it back at her.*

*It pierces through the cloak, and Apate falls.*

*Wysp stays still and quiet for a moment, the tip of her tail twitching before she prowls forward and pokes the still form.*

*She looks purposeless, lost... her needle is much too small for her, just as her cloak is. The void dripping from her mask, wings, and tail leaves a trail on the ground.*

*For a moment, Wysp studies her, then sits smoothly, tail swishing to curl around herself in one controlled motion. She watches Apate, the darkness inside her mask unreadable.*

*Wysp hisses, and a tendril of void lashes out at Apate as she resists.*

*Wysp is thrown atleast 60 meters east by a silk tendril.*

*She hits the ground with a small crack and groans, then clambers to her hands and feet, back arched. She hisses, tail whipping the air, and charges back at Apate.*

*Apate wasn't very mobile in her current state, so she used a thread storm in thr hopes of driving Wysp away.*

*The threads deter her for a moment, hitting her. She prowls near, growling, and void lashes out again, attempting to hit the weaver.*

*She dodges, the weapon nicking her side before she grabs it with her tail and throws it back at her.*

*It pierces through the cloak, and Apate falls.*

*She looks purposeless, lost... her needle is much too small for her, just as her cloak is. The void dripping from her mask, wings, and tail leaves a trail on the ground.*

*For a moment, Wysp studies her, then sits smoothly, tail swishing to curl around herself in one controlled motion. She watches Apate, the darkness inside her mask unreadable.*

*Wysp hisses, and a tendril of void lashes out at Apate as she resists.*

*Wysp is thrown atleast 60 meters east by a silk tendril.*

*She hits the ground with a small crack and groans, then clambers to her hands and feet, back arched. She hisses, tail whipping the air, and charges back at Apate.*

*Apate wasn't very mobile in her current state, so she used a thread storm in thr hopes of driving Wysp away.*

*The threads deter her for a moment, hitting her. She prowls near, growling, and void lashes out again, attempting to hit the weaver.*