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Aeoryi

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  1. One unnamed by all who know it, because it cannot be known by mortal understanding.
  2. Literally where the Dreamsmith is I could provide a Plotblade, perhaps, the last one with the possibility of threatening you.
  3. wow you're brave Nice I don't mentally think in third person but being honest I reflexively use they/them for me because I'm a loser who has always done that I thought it was weird but I've been actively using them online again and I've kinda realized they feel comfortable again (especially given these people think I'm female) congratulations it's like, almost like having a splinter. I shave downwards typically but don't put anything on after, it takes long enough by itself.
  4. Hello Rebus, You have knowledge I seek. Meet me where the Dreamsmith is. I may have something that can benefit you. "Goodbye, Fog..." Ribbon said with a smile before she fell away. For a brief second, Ribbon wondered if her mechanisms would work, or if they'd fail her at this vital time. But only time would be able to tell, because for now, Ribbon was gone. -- Center of The Guardians of the Plot found himself punching through a wooden door again. It splintered beneath his fist, and the furious winter gale flooded in, carrying the blizzard on it's wings. The inside of the blocky stone-bricked building was surprisingly barren. Little was there to provide anyone any reason to suspect there was anyone who inhabited the structure, but Center saw through the illusion. Magenta, on the other hand, did not. "He isn't even here!That TRAITOR will pay for what he's done!" Magenta had a pulsating electric orb formed around his draconic skull to protect it from the outside, but it was evident that Magenta was, as normal, very irritated. Caltrevas followed in suit, the man's age showing evidently as he stumbled into the sheltered structure weakly. "There has to be better ways of getting in here, ye would think," he grumbled. Center silenced him with a glare. Center held out a ghastly flame in his hand and blew it outwards. Despite having a flaming visage instead of a face, it appeared he had the functions of a normal person. The entire room flickered, and then disappeared. Intricate framework made out of smooth, reflective material revealed the truth behind the room and the structure entirely- it was all simply an elaborate creation. "You know I hate it when you do that," a new voice sounded, "You could've just knocked." "We tried knocking ye door-" Caltrevas started, but was interrupted by Magenta. "You absolute buffoon, we can't simply knock if YOU NEVER ANSWER!" Magenta screeched. "Calm down, bud." The voice said, "I haven't forgotten you yet. Besides, these are my hunting grounds." "You hunt in a place that you've made, in your own illusion?" Center sounded skeptical. "I very much do." The new voice snapped. "Anyways, get to the point. Have you come to invoke the pact or whatever it is? Yes? No?" Center sighed. "Surely you would've been able to tell that the Witherlord is back." "Evidently." Magenta grumbled. "Regardless," Center said, "We believe it would be most beneficial for the Plot if we joined him." "I'm sorry," the new voice said, "You want ME to join HIM?" "Yes. And come on out already, enough hiding." A figure stepped forward, no larger than a squirrel. It resembled something of a mammal with short legs, and a long, slender body that was accented with stripes. But perhaps most striking was the dazzling wings that expanded out of the ferret's back in numerous pairs. They reached well over five times the length of the rodent's body, and were made out of some sort of light-adjacent material; they illuminated the entire space by themselves. "Charnaster," Magenta said suddenly, as if remembering. "You've gone to the wrong person," Charnaster snarled, "Because the Witherlord is about to come to me." . @NameIess Witherlord, I need you to remove something for me.
  5. I haven't done it in a while. After three days it feels very prickly for some reason, and then sometimes it pinches
  6. Probably. I'm too miserable for anything though. Epic Yeah I think all three I applied to are fine but then I'd have to go to the states
  7. Well rn they're friends to me so losing them is hadd
  8. "I said I wouldn't die for you, Fog." Ribbon sighed. "There's a difference, isn't there? Maybe this is just a gambit."
  9. "You want me to fight you, dear." Ribbon said pointedly. "I already said I didn't want to fight."
  10. I need help with knowing if I'm trans or if I'm faking being trans because it's cool (or something)
  11. I wish I could wear one but it's basically impossible to find one
  12. I have a skirt that I've worn before but the thing is it doesn't feel amazing when I can only wear it when no one is around
  13. I like to think I'm normal. Or I try hard enough to be I'm in good social standing among my peers, people go to me for support yea yes I wish I could maybe at least try it
  14. If I wore fem clothes: 1. The person who used to think I'm a femboy furry would never let me forget about it 2. I would lose all my friends 3. Including my soccer teammates 4. I would go into depression because of the two prior things 5. I don't know what happens next
  15. Hmmm fair Yeah college is different in HS everyone notices
  16. you just say "forget that" and most people will
  17. Ribbon raised a hand weakly, then collapsed. "Remember... me..."
  18. I don't wanna bully you into doing it but like just make the conversation yourself by being mature and initiating conversation "I have to tell you something"
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