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4 yrs ago
Death Note.
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4 yrs ago
After a painfully long hiatus...I'm finally back, and hoping to write + meet people again.
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6 yrs ago
Time to go on semi-hiatus. I'll reply once in a while when I can find the motivation, but until then, I need a break.
7 yrs ago
When you finally stand up for yourself but you stutter. Feels bad man.
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8 yrs ago
writing helps with my depression but when I'm depressed I don't have the motivation to write.
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Thank you Siaya Dragalorn for creating the banner/header!


Hey, welcome to my profile. I've been writing since I was a kid, and it's something I'm very passionate about. I'm not sure what else to put here, but don't hesitate to reach out if you think we'd hit it off. BTW, I'm an adult, so I would prefer to write with people closer to my age.


Seeking: Not...sure...
Limits: Romance-wise, nothing explicit. But I'm pretty lenient for everything else (within reason).
Reply status as of 1/13/24: Getting back to a decent pace.

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The silence was deafening, and the suspense was excruciating.
While the knight considered the words, Ghent stood rigid, his focus trained on where he assumed Drust’s eyes were. The shadows made it impossible to get an accurate idea of his expression, but the show of hesitation sparked a feeling of hope in Ghent. If he was lucky, he reasoned with what little sanity remained.
Please Drust, Ghent silently pleaded with him, his eyes flickering to Elayra again. Concern for her crossed his features, but he was quick to avert his attention. He didn't want to remind the knight of her presence.
Any remaining hope was shattered with two words.
"Adorable notion."
Ghent felt the air leave his lungs all over again. His mind screamed at him to run, but his feet were anchored to the ground. Shock robbed him of his senses and left him unable to react. In that heart stopping moment, he was convinced he would die.
Hollow Forest was denied another victim, thanks to Margen. The nimble creature showed up in the space between the males, acting as a barrier between sword and boy.
Ghent couldn't move. He acted as a useless bystander, gaping as the creature made quick work of their current foe. The tiny sneeze from Margen lead to Drust tripping, which ultimately ended with him falling unconscious again. It happened so fast and effortlessly, Ghent wondered if Margen was better suited to save Wonderland.
Silence fell over the group again. Trembling, Ghent approached slumbering knight and nudged his leg with the tip of his sneaker. The state of sleep hardly made Drust appear less threatening, but it was definitely an improvement.
"Margen..." Ghent whirled to face him. Overcome with gratitude and admiration, he knelt to be more level with his ghostly rescuer. "Good boy!" he praised the fox as one might praise a beloved pet. "Margen, you were incredible! You saved my life!"
Chuckling lightly at Margen's impatience, Ghent nodded and stood. His entire body felt shaky, but he didn’t care. His body was still in one piece. "Alright, alright, we're..."
His voice faltered when the realization hit him. Caught up in the chaos, he had forgotten about Elayra.
Quickly, Ghent turned around, hoping to see the girl on her feet. She wasn't. She remained where Drust left her, her frame looking smaller than usual against the tall, looming tree.
Without another word, Ghent dashed past the knight and Margen, inwardly cursing himself for not leaving the Betwixt sooner.
"Elayra?!" When he was close enough, Ghent dropped to his knees beside her. To get an idea of her condition, he reached to brush some of her hair out of her face.
Very true. Thanks so much again!

I'm so happy to hear that! And thank you for pointing that out to me, I just found the typo and fixed it. :D
It's alright! Just some stuff came up, and it kind of zapped me of my creativity. But I'm back at it now, and happy to be writing again. And thank you so much, you're incredibly kind. The same offer goes for you, of course. :)

I did! She's great. You also described her appearance and clothing incredibly well. :D

Once again, my apologies for the delay. I didn't expect this to take me so long. Thanks for being so patient with me! (Also, if there's anything on my intro you need me to change, please let me know).
The day was early, but relentless. The sun was the main culprit, as it offered little sympathy to anyone foolish enough to travel. Trees were few and far between, and water was practically nonexistent. Aside from a few birds chirping away, there wasn't any sound to be heard. It wasn't a desert, but it felt like it.
The world may have been perfectly still, and very quiet, if not for two male voices bickering back and forth.
“If we don’t stop at a town, our supplies will run out.” The younger of the two was doing most of the talking. Or rather, he was doing most of the complaining. He rested his lean frame against a pitiful looking tree, a frown on his face as he watched the older, broader man.
“It isn't too late to turn back,” the younger reminded him, an edge of annoyance in his tone. The heat, coupled with the man's infuriating stubbornness, made him want to punch something. Or him.
“I’m not going back.” The older man grunted, adjusting the saddle straps. “Town’s cursed,” he spat on the ground, grumble-mumbling about the redhead being a fool.
“You said that about the last town!” The younger male pushed off of the tree, gesturing to the dusty path with an irritated wave of hand. “A couple of sick elderly folk hardly means the town’s cursed, Griff. If it makes you feel better, we’ll stock up on supplies and go.”
Attaching a moth-eaten blanket to his saddle, Griff shook his head. The man’s eyes were barely visible underneath his busy brows. “No, Ziden.”
Sighing in aggravation, Ziden remained watching as Griff retrieved a small leather pouch from his pocket. The contents inside made a satisfying ‘clink’ when moved.
“Here's your half,” Griff grumbled. He tossed the redhead the pouch of coins without looking. “I told you that’d be our last heist.”
Ziden caught the pouch with one hand, raising a skeptical brow as he poured a few coins onto his palm to inspect them. “I didn’t think you were serious.”
“I’m always serious," Griff responded, in the same low, gruff voice he used for any and every occasion.
“Fair enough.” Ziden pocketed the coins, folding his arms across his chest as he chose to watch Griff gather his belongings together rather than help.
With a grunt, Griff slipped his foot into the loop of the saddle and mounted his chestnut steed. “If you’re smart, you’ll avoid that town…and the next one after.”
Ziden watched as his former partner in crime rode away. Shaking his head, he pocketed a second leather pouch that made an even more satisfying 'clink'. "And if you were smart...you'd realize I just picked your pocket."



For the rest of the afternoon, Ziden traveled alone. The terrain remained flat and uninteresting, which gave his mind ample room to wander. He hardly considered Griff a friend, but he found himself wondering about him. For the past week, Griff had been mumbling about the land being cursed and the deaths that were to follow.
By the time evening came to cool the land, Ziden was already hot, tired, and disgruntled. Supplies were running low, his horse was worn, and his luck was running drier than his canteen.
“Should’ve turned back,” he muttered, dismounting the mare. He decided to walk on foot awhile, giving his legs a chance to stretch. The road had been long, hot, and boring. For him, the boredom was perhaps the worst part about it.
He reached up to pet his horse, a weary, sort of bored sounding sigh escaping him. "Looks like it's just you, me, and..." the words trailed off. Just East of their location, he saw evidence of a fire being started, the light showing up against the blanket of night.
Ziden chuckled lightly, a sly, cunning smirk pulling at his lips. "Looks like we found our supplies."
@Polarize

Well...ok i suppose. I still feel bad, like i shut ya out


Don't feel bad! I was actually kind of nervous to take them since they're main characters and needed for the majority of what goes on. I would feel horrible if I kept everyone waiting on me. Plus, I can still play them as NPC's, so there's no loss. ^^
@Polarize

Huh? If that's the case you can have em. My apologies, I just needed to get things going tbh. It's better you take em, please.


Oh, no, that's perfectly alright! It makes sense to have them as NPC's because that will help the story move along faster. Admittedly, my posting speed can be rather slow, so it would probably work better if I help with other characters.
Thanks for getting the thread up! Since Sora and Riku are covered, I'm probably going to quietly lurk a while to see how it's playing out. May join in later if I can decide on a character.
I love the idea of the Organization getting involved. :D I'm not super familiar with Fallout (I've watched my dad play a bit though) but I could read up on it if need be.
@Polarize

Oh oh oh! I was curious if any of you were familiar with the movie Hook? About a grown up Peter Pan? I thought about adding that in as a world lol


Yes I'm familiar with that one! That would be fun. :D

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Nope! I just ask they be a good RPer/writer xD


She is! And awesome, about the worlds. You've got a lot of great ones listed! I enjoy the underrated films too.

For Sora or Riku, I'm not picky about which I play. If it's okay, I'll wait it out a little bit to see if anyone else would be interested in them, then I'll take whoever is left.
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