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09 December 2025 @ 09:34 am
Chapter 60 | video
09 December 2025 @ 03:24 pm
video & spam;
09 December 2025 @ 09:51 am
XI: MAGE ARMOR
07 December 2025 @ 08:47 pm
Event Plotting Post: Very Interesting People
07 December 2025 @ 12:11 pm
ota!
06 December 2025 @ 11:19 pm
~SALUTATIONS~ WITH AL & JINX
06 December 2025 @ 08:54 pm
"If our time is limited, I won't waste it shying away from what we both want."
06 December 2025 @ 09:00 pm
You’re gonna hate that they use their own name as a verb
06 December 2025 @ 09:31 pm
a market trade
06 December 2025 @ 08:48 pm
Thirty-seventh Poem (backdated a couple days)
06 December 2025 @ 06:55 am
Piąty Audio/Spam
05 December 2025 @ 07:44 pm
Thrice Shy [Closed/Open]
05 December 2025 @ 10:11 pm
Feldspar’s baaaaaaaack
04 December 2025 @ 10:49 pm
text;
05 December 2025 @ 03:33 am
Morni--- Next Month Already? [Closed to Aerith, the Knight ]
04 December 2025 @ 09:06 pm
Comas Have the Worst Timing [OTA]
04 December 2025 @ 08:42 pm
A Semi-Green Thumb [OTA]
04 December 2025 @ 07:31 pm
27. audio/spam
03 December 2025 @ 01:54 pm
[Voice Test] Witch's Homework hit muse and mun with an unexpected punch to the feels /yel
She...hasn't forgotten about me.
[ His voice is almost breathless, awed, as he plays the message over in his mind. Eyes flicker as he tries to hold onto every word, every sound. His mind lingers on her voice, a gentleness he's unused to... Her salutation...
'Dearest Albedo'...
Dearest... He scoffs. ]
What a thing to say...
[ And yet, he keeps repeating it over and over in his head. Dearest. Dearest. Dearest, dearest, dearest, dearestdearestdearestdearestdearest--
a shaky exhale as he closes his eyes. In spite of himself, his cheeks are flushed. ]
I...do truly need to think.
[ He's so unused to feeling, let alone this intensely. Returning to the comfort of his own analytical musings would be a welcome respite. ]
[ His voice is almost breathless, awed, as he plays the message over in his mind. Eyes flicker as he tries to hold onto every word, every sound. His mind lingers on her voice, a gentleness he's unused to... Her salutation...
'Dearest Albedo'...
Dearest... He scoffs. ]
What a thing to say...
[ And yet, he keeps repeating it over and over in his head. Dearest. Dearest. Dearest, dearest, dearest, dearestdearestdearestdearestdearest--
a shaky exhale as he closes his eyes. In spite of himself, his cheeks are flushed. ]
I...do truly need to think.
[ He's so unused to feeling, let alone this intensely. Returning to the comfort of his own analytical musings would be a welcome respite. ]
Current Mood: overwhelmed
03 December 2025 @ 09:11 am