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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
She walked on her toes where her skate stoppers were, carrying herself to the kitchen and making the biggest plate of eggs and bacon you could imagine. She sat on the counter and ate in silence.
**•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*
⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆

Slam. Slam. Slam.
"God- f- DAMN IT!"
He screamed, his throat raw.
He slumped back into the chair.
He stared at the picture on his desk, slumped over, now.
The glass was ever so slightly cracked.
He sighed.
"... F*ck."
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"Oh, come now, Leanne! You're really no fun. Are you really that apathetic?"
Suddenly, Aleksandr stood before Leanne, his smirk gone.
"8 months here and you're like this already. How will you ever live past a few years?"
He chuckled.
"I am trying to keep you sane. Show some gratitude."
He simply smiled sweetly.
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"Rune Magic? You just kinds... Draw, these, like, runes, on the ground or on yourself- wait, give me a moment-"
Alyssa rolled up her sleeves, revealing the scars, painted with red, carved out sigils into her skin.
"It makes your spells more powerful. Works less here, though..."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
When the man with the maniacal smile didn't move, Leanne sighed. "Just give me three more weeks. Then I can do your activities again."
She refused to use her condition as an excuse in a sentence, and it was making everything harder. Eight months in, and she still wasn't sure how she felt about the small human growing inside her. She didn't speak of it, didn't change her life to revolve around it, nothing.
But she sure thought about it.
A lot.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Aleks smiled.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"That makes two of us. Madness would be quite inconvenient to have to deal with. And you know how I hate inconvenience. She turned, sidestepping him to walk back up the stairs, pausing to see if he would stop her again. It was times like these when Leanne realized how little she knew about this strange new world.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
“I’m not one to judge. Dream-beings are made from a drop of blood of the creator, the life essence of either a happy or unhappy person- depending on whether the being is created from a nightmare or not. Complicated creatures, but easy to control. And immensely powerful, if not draining.” Morpheus rambles on, unperturbed by Leanne’s less-than-friendly stare. She got that a lot, after predicting a terrible tragedy years back, where she still had her own world.
Another short pause, her dreamy stare gazing out into the abyss beyond “The cyborg demigod is not happy. His inventions probably don’t work…or they can’t be built. And Leanne is due to give birth. Sometime soon. Not more than two months now, but surely not within a week. Dear me…I will be falling into mud today. How terribly embarrassing. Perhaps I shall use my cloud to take this lovely village walk that Aleksandr has planned.”
A dream-hand, now done with the dishes, reaches out to pat Emmie on the head. It presented her a with a liquid looking sphere, made of colorful swirly mist and sparkling stars, yet seemingly solid.
However, before he could approach the child, she suddenly stood up from her stool, and dashed into a nearby corridor of the house, crashing straight into a middle aged man who was talking to his lamp……how ludicrous! The man wore a gray poncho, which was incredibly reminiscent of one of Crow-2’s acquaintances. Despite the man’s interruption, Crow-2 decided that the best course of action from here was to gain intel from this house’s very own residents. After all, exploring the house wouldn’t get you very far. Without any further though, he walked towards the odd duo.
Alyssa sighed.
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"Have a good nap, my friend. Don't disturb Evan. He might be having another episode. Best to lwave him alone, as he wants us to."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
You see, I got lost in a mist storm earlier on and I seem to have stumbled across this unique house by accident.
Your house owner seemed to have mistook me for one of his guests, so all I’ll need are some energy cores to recharge my mist repeller, which I will gladly pay for, and I’ll be on my way.”
Aleksandr popped out of nowhere, and arm around Reshen's shoulder, his signature award winning smile ever present.
"This is my domain! This is no measly world, don't think of me as those measly gods who play by the rules!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
It might have been possible, with all those stories of people disappearing into mist storms and never being seen again. Nevertheless, Crow-2 was not one to base his understand of things on just mere fairytales, and further research was required on this.
The more concerning thing however, was the claims of him being in a gap bewtween worlds, a location separate from his world. He had heard of such theories from scholars, but all were shunned and labeled as liars. It was unthinkable that he had just stumbled upon the truth, the one that would bring his world into true and utter chaos.