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Reblog if you’re OK with people sending you asks about your OCs, ‘sonas or even about yourself

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he’s pathetic. he’s emotionally repressed. he’s lost every fight he’s ever been in. he’s a whore. he’s hopelessly in love. he’s a war criminal. he’s socially inept. he’s hated by god. he’s even transgender

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Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase

(creator note: I recommend 3-10 sentences but go for a longer piece if you really feel it! Replace pronouns as needed for the character / point of view)

don’t leave 

this was a mistake

[I] trusted [you]

one chance

help

illusion

silent fury

sunbathing

falling

righteous

drastic

candles

too loud

overgrown

trembling hands

in dreams

empty

flinders

sea change

alone, finally

collapse

nap

sated

tender

senseless

how dare [you]

hide

something about [them]

sweat

harsh whisper

breeze

dust motes

saccharine

bauble

filthy

total control

defy

soak

accursed

pet

comfort food

savior

undone

cheap

svelte

shimmer

crave

rampage

nightfall

accost

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🌻 random in-character questions

an ask game where, instead of replying from your perspective, you answer as if it's your original character/muse/self-insert/etc. answering the question ✨

🌧️ "When outside during the rain, do you use a raincoat, an umbrella, or something else? Do you enjoy rain?"

🍳 "Are you a good cook? Do you enjoy cooking? What's your favorite thing to cook?"

🧼 "Do you prefer to take a shower during the morning or evening? Do you like taking baths? What's your favorite scent of shower gel?"

❌ "Would you do something that someone told you not to do? Why? Is there someone you'd actually listen to more than everyone else?"

🏳️ "What will make you give up?"

📖 "What kinds of books do you read? Do you have a lot of time to read?"

⛸️ "What's your favorite kind of sport? Do you follow sports closely or don't care at all?"

😷 "How often do you get sick? Do you stay at home when sick or do you end up going outside to, say, get some groceries? If you go outside, would you wear a mask?"

🥼 "Do you have to wear a uniform somewhere? If yes, how do you feel about it? If no, what kind of uniform would you love to wear?"

🥂 "How do you celebrate you accomplishments?"

🛴 "What's your preferred way of getting somewhere - own car, public transport, a bicycle, or something else? How well do you follow the traffic rules?"

🕰️ "What do you use to check what time it is?"

🥰 "What would make you feel happy and loved?"

🐇 "Do you believe in other dimensions?"

🎺 "What kind of music do you mostly listen to? Do you know how to play an instrument, and if not, which one would you want to learn to play?"

💽 "Do you collect anything? Why?"

🧋 "What's your go-to thing to drink? Do you prefer cold or hot drinks?"

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Tris's Nightmare

Tris slowly drifts up from sleep, reluctant to leave the comfort of the soft mattress and warm quilt… that she shouldn’t have? She went to sleep in the Inn at Nierca, the beds weren’t this nice, nor had she fallen asleep alone. She sits up quickly, looking around. The bedroom she is in can only be described as opulent. Dark wood paneling interspersed with silver sconces holding glowing gemstones the size of her fist. The bedframe was wrought iron, and the mattress she now knelt on, well, she could have laid down and spread her wings and not had even the tips of them go off the edge. She scooted herself up to the headboard, putting her back to it and continuing to look around the room. The bedside table, wardrobe and desk in the room continued the theme of opulence, being a shade or two lighter wood than the walls, and having gilding on them. The desk was piled with books, and she stared at them, half entranced by the leather covers and crisp looking pages. A knock sounded at the door, then it swung open. The hallway outside the door was just as brightly lit, and standing in the doorway was, “Kai?” Tris’s voice broke slightly on the name, he looked exactly as he had the last night she saw him, before the Duke took his story. She scrambled off the bed, and her feet barely touched the floor before the half-orc spoke. His cold voice and the expressionless mask that was his face stopped her in her tracks. 

“Father wants you dressed in your library best for dinner tonight. He says you may peruse the books he left in your room until then.”  

“Kairius, I-“ as Tris spoke, Kai faded away to nothing, leaving a blank wall behind him where the door had been. She hurried over to where he had been, feeling the wall and finding no way to open it or any indication that a door had ever been there. She turned slowly, a realization dawning on her. She was in the Duke’s manor. Somehow she had been transported there, and was now under his control, and she had no idea how it could have happened. She started pacing around the room, thoughts getting more and more frantic. She had to find a way out, a way back, to Mira and Sarina and Ephraim and Conall and Montbelliere. She stopped at the chair pushed under the desk, forcing her thoughts to slow down. “As long as I’m stuck here, I might as well read something. I might find something out.” She pulled the chair out, moving to one side and sat down.

At a dinner table. She froze, looking around. She had just gone to sit at the desk with the books, and now she was at a table laid with a feast. Evnyssian sat at the head of the table, beaming at her. She looked down, mortified that she would somehow be in her sleep skirt still, and saw… her festival clothes from when she lived at the library? A crisp cream colored shirtwaist with ribbon ties to hold it against her front, and an earthy brown full skirt over a generous petticoat. She looked back up, confused, and saw there were now others at the table with her and the Duke. A lady in a large sun hat and comfortable looking gown, absently reading through a book with heavy parchment pages. Kairius, eyes dead and staring at her. And, at the place of honor next to Evnyssian, an overlarge skull, resting on the table half on a plate. She looked down at her place setting, trying to find what level of ettiquette to go to, but nothing in front of her was familiar at all. The plate and cup were surrounded by utensils and oddments that seemed to serve no purpose. The Duke was talking, laughing, carrying on a full conversation with the lady next to him. She didn’t even try to hide her disdain for him, pushing the food on her plate around. Kai continued to stare at Tris, unblinking, ignoreing everything else. His gaze was feeling increasingly hostile. Tris looked down at her setting again, only to find it full of food she had never even heard described before. She hesitantly reached for one of the utensils only to have a booming voice come out of the skull on the table. 

“WRONG, TRISARA. YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER.”

She jumps, looking around, and she is suddenly sitting alone at a much smaller table, a bright light shining on her and leaving everything around her in darkness. A paper filled with her meticulously neat writing sitting in front of her, with many charcoal marks on it, crossing out things. From all around her in the darkness voices rang out.

“Trisara, you should know better. You have an entire library to find the answers.”

“Ignorant girl, mind your manners!”

“What good will learning all the rules of nobles do? You won’t ever need to use them, low born as you are.”

“Keep yer nose in yer books and outta trouble, it’s whats best fer ya. Don’t be runnin’ off.”

“Wait, you think I actually cared that much? You were a useful mage and a good investment is all.”  

“Damned magic wielding dragon, wanderin’ off inta trouble an’ needin’ rescued all the time.”

“I would expect nothing better from a peasant, failing her betters.”

“I can’t be using what skill I got to be fixing you, you’re so learned, fix it yourself!”

Echoing voices of people both past and present, getting louder and overlapping until Tris yells herself and pushes away from the table.

Pushing herself up in the bed. Delmira beside her, the mattress and blankets the same ones she remembered from Neirca. Delmira made a small inquisitive noise, still mostly asleep, and Tris gently ran her hand across the rigidatal’s shoulders as she sat up. Getting carefully out of bed, she sits on the small chair near the fireplace, staring into the coals and muttering to herself. “A dream, it was just a dream, not real, just a nightmare. Just a dream.” She leans her side against the back of the chair and watches the coals flicker, shaking her head occasionally to keep herself awake until the night outside the shuttered window starts to lighten. 

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A warm light

Three weeks, or so she thinks. Might be off by a day or two, but it had been three weeks. The worst days were the ones where she was woken up by Tony, with some new way to torment her. Then the couple times she had been taken to see the man claiming to be her master. There was always the times the Fae Duke had appeared, but those tended to at least help her, for the most part. And then there were days everything was quiet, no one came in to her cell, and she was left alone with her thoughts. At first it seemed like a reprieve, to not have Tony or the Duke come in. But the longer she was trapped, the longer she had to think, the more she came to resent the quiet days. Her mind always drifted into memories.

It was late summer. Her group, the Parliament, the messy lot of them, had settled in as dusk started to fall. Sarina and Conall scouting perimeters, making sure there were no obvious threats around. Ephraim and Delmira setting up tents, getting things secured and settled. Tris and Kai collecting everything needed to make a fire and cook the groups dinner. Breakfast was hit and miss for them, some people loved being up early, and could eat. Lunch was usually taken while actively travelling, unless they had come across an inn with a decent food selection. But dinner, that was almost always shared with everyone, either around the fire or around a table. There was an unspoken seating order, that they had all drifted into. Going in a circle, it would be Mira, then Tris, Kai, Conall, then Sarina and Ephraim, although those two would often switch. Fireside was always her favorite. It was more relaxed, and she could be relaxed around them, not feeling the need to hide behind her manners or a book. After eating, it would often turn into a bit of time where everyone would relax. Delmira would usually be chatting with Conall, Sarina and Ephraim about the next move, the next area she wanted to stop, or any supplies that needed to be picked up. Tris was usually sitting near her, a notebook out to jot down anything, but mostly just unwinding. And Kai would be sitting right next to Tris, usually leaning against the log she was using as a stool, and also writing, or reading, or sketching. He never liked to sit idle, and he always found a reason to scoot closer to Tris, until she laid a hand on his shoulder, or wrapped her wing around his back. As the fire burned lower, they would start drifting to their tents. The watch was normally Conall and Delmira, then Sarina and Ephraim, and the dawn watch was Tris and Kai. Every few nights, Tris would wake up in the dead of night to someone sneaking into her tent, and she would open her arms to have a shivering Kai scoot himself into her embrace, and she would hum gentle melodies until he could drift back to sleep.

A loud bang from outside the door, and she snapped back into her current reality. Chained, bruised, and lamed, she sat in her cell warily watching to see if someone would enter. It would take close to an hour of nothing happening before she could drift back into meditation deep enough to let her mind wander again.

This time, a specific moment, as opposed to a series of memories blending into one scene. In the swamp, she walks among a group of weary, battered fighters. They had prevailed against the group of undead, but it had been a hard fight. She stumbled slightly, and an arm is suddenly under hers. Looking over, she sees Montbelliere, somehow looking cleaner and more put together than anyone else, although she had seen him fighting along side the others. He smiles as her, and she can’t help but return one of her own. He keeps her hand on his arm as the continue to wend their way down the steep hill towards the town. As they get near the bottom, a human comes up to her, the healing mage, dressed in his white and purple robe. Montie’s arm pulling in close, almost trapping her hand as he looks at him suspiciously. She felt a little rush of warmth in her chest. And as the human mage asks her some question, for some help with some task, she wonders why. What was that feeling? She answers vaguely, and then realization hit her. He was protective, and she felt safe with her hand on his arm. She let that feeling glow gently in her chest, reveling in the peace it gave her.

The door slams open, and she jumps, startled out of her reverie. Not Tony, thank the gods, but one of the other guards with a cup of water and a half stale small loaf of bread. He walked in, set the ‘meal’ on the desk in the room, then walked back out again. The sense of safety and peace shattered, she got up and limped over to the desk. She ate and drank mechanically, taking the cup over and setting it near the door when she was finished, then walking awkwardly back over to the bed. Laying down, she closed her eyes, trying to get back into her memories to no avail.

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Tris has a necklace with a large square cut "sapphire" in it that is enchanted to give her greater amounts of mana in the schools she has access to. She's had it for her entire life, and it has her name engraved on the back. She didn't know until she started on her adventures that it boosted her mana since she's c worn it as long as she can remember.

If your OC has some kind of magical trinket or piece of jewelry, describe it! What's the significance it has to your character?

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Emotional Support Dragon

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Drabble, "who did this?"

Tris sighed, looking at her features in the small bit of polished metal she kept in her bag as a mirror. The bruises and scratches were still very visible, even with the little healing she was capable of doing on herself. And she had to go face Delmira looking like this... this wasn't going to go well. Between Mira and Sarina, Tris had found herself with a couple of protectors, and she wasn't entirely sure how to deal with them yet. Tris was also very much inclined to speak up when she saw something that she deemed was wrong. Which is how she ended up with a bruised face, scratches over more of her body than she would be showing, and various aches. She wasn't going to just walk by and let a group of brutes torture a young cat-kin just because there were five sailors to her one mage. She was able to give almost a good as she got for the first bit, then they shoved her into a wall and got inside her reach with her glaive. Tris shook her head and squared her shoulders. Time to face those who had decided to take her under their protection, given she had avoided them last night when the damage was much worse... She grabbed her bag and glaive and headed down to the small dining room of the house they had managed to rent for the week they were in this town. She tried her hardest to stay inconspicuous, but for a winged dragon-kin that was rather difficult. She managed to get into the room, grab a plate and fill it from the sideboard, and sit down before anything was said. She was trying to keep her head down, but a gloved hand lifted her chin, gently turning her face back and forth.

"Who did this?" Delmira's normal tone of disinterest was gone, replaced with icy rage.

"No one, I trip -" Tris started saying but was quickly interrupted

"Don't try to lie to me, Tris, you're horrible at lying, and I know your tells by this point. Who is responsible for this?" Delmira let her face go, stepping back and staring Tris down.

"I'm telling you, I tripped coming down the stairs in a shop and ran into the wall, my arms were full and I couldn't catch myself." Tris tried to say her lie with confidence, meeting Delmiras eyes, but after the first couple words was speaking to her plate instead. Tris heard the tapping of a foot and a deep sigh.

"Fine. We'll do this your way. Sarina, Helvar," Mira snapped, "head into the market and look for anyone who could have done, oh, about twice this much damage who is also bruised looking. I know she fought back. Bring then to the stable yard, alive. I wish to speak with them."

As the other two pushed away from the table Tris looked up in alarm. "Mira, this is foolish. I told you what happ-" again she was cut off.

"You told me a lie. Or an attempt at a lie. If you tell me who, I'll keep my retribution to only those who have actually harmed you." Delmira's voice sounded reasonable, but her face was masked with anger. "Otherwise, my displeasure will have to be spread among any of those I feel might have done it. So, I'll ask once more. Who. Did. This."

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It was one of the quiet times. Nothing had been in the works, nothing any of us were particularly working towards. Late evening, dinner finished and cleaned up, and the weather mild and comfortable. The fire was a low glow, and the fireflies had started their nightly dance. Conall was fiddling with the wrap on his hammer, Sarina scratching away in her journal with Ephraim right beside her. Delmira was sitting on the ground, her ever updated ledger in front of her on a stump, Montbelliere right next to her, fiddling with some small jars and watching for any bugs that would land close enough. Between the two of them and the fire, Tris lay on her stomach, half propped up on her elbows and reading, a small Glowing stone set near the book. Tris turned a page and sighed, laying her face down on the book. Anyone who knew her well, so everyone around the fire here, would be able to tell she was happy, her wings always gave her away.

Grinning, Sarina pipes up “Whatcha readin’ ta get you so happy, Tris?”

The dragon starts slightly, then looks up across the fire at the dark elf. “An old book, one of children’s tales. I have read it many times over, but the stories still make me, well, make me feel. The one I just finished is one of my favorites, The Little Goose Girl. And the next one is good as well, The Steadfast Tin Soldier.” Tris taps her fingers on the page of the book. “Less happy, but still very good.”

“Why don’t ya read it out for us, scales?” Ephraim’s voice comes over the fire, and Tris turns her head sharply to look at him. “It’s not one I know, and you’ve got a good voice for readin’,” he continues, a small smile on his face.

Tris looks around the fire at each of the others, “Does, does anyone mind?” Her voice is quieter than normal, and almost nervous. As the chorus of ‘go ahead’ and ‘that sounds nice’ come towards her, she sits up, settling herself where she can see everyone. “Well, then, the Steadfast Tin Soldier. ‘Once, there were five and twenty soldiers. They were brothers, for they’d all been cast from the same old tin spoon…’” As she read, she watched the others. She had read these tales so many times, she barely had to look at the page.

Conall had continued wrapping the handle of his poleaxe, not seeming to be listening, until she caught just the barest movement of his lips as he mouthed the words along with what she read.

“’It had once been a very beautiful serving spoon, with forget-me-nots and tiny hearts entwined along it’s handle…’”

Sarina had leaned up against Ephraim, her journal laying on her lap, and he had wrapped his arms gently around her. They were both watching Tris as she read. Ephraim smiling and nodding, and Sarina with concentration, as if she’d never heard this story before. She probably hadn’t, given how and where she grew up.

“’For days the tin soldiers lay silent in their box, wondering what might become of them. Then, one fine morning, the lid was snapped shut…’”

Delmira had half turned towards Tris, leaning one elbow on the closed ledger. She also had a small smile on her face, and she nodded along with the story. Montbelliere tried for not-really-paying-attention, but couldn’t quite pull it off, getting pulled into the story as Tris read it.

She gave her best voices for the characters in the story. Tried to make the dramatic moments come to life, and the sad moments shine through in the right way. It wasn’t a very long story, and when she finished, she closed her book gently, looking around at her little group.

Ephraim gave voice to what most of them seemed to be thinking, “Thank you, Tris. That was well read, and nice ta hear again for me. And nice for some ta hear for the first time.”

“I, um, well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. And, if-if you ever want another story, I am more than willing to read out for us all.” Tris addressed the book in her hands, a small blush forming on her face.

The fire popped loudly, giving one last flare of flames before settling down into steady coals.

“Looks like about that time. Who’s on first watch with me?” Conall’s question caused a general shuffle of movement as each one gather up their things and started towards their tents.

“That’d be me, big guy.” Ephraim stood and stretched, then sighed. “At least I get to be asleep when dawn hits…” he mutters, pulling Sarina to her feet and sending her off to bed with a quick kiss. “So, what’s on the conversational chopping block for tonight?”

Tris ducked into her own tent, carefully tucking the book of tales away into her wagon. She changed into her nightclothes and settled in for the night, the low murmur of voices just outside helping lull her to sleep.

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“So you’re telling me you can’t die?” “No, I’m telling you I can’t stay dead. There’s a difference, Trust me.”

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INTRODUCTIONS

You can call me M, and most of the writings here are about one of my LARP characters I've had over the years. (I'll intro them below) There are some things I'm going to have to tweak in a lot of these stories, to separate them slightly from the world they are based in, due to me not owning that world. I'm don't really consider myself much of a fanfic writer, because I don't tend to write stories with non-ocs, and mostly only My OCs and the characters they directly interact with. Hopefully you like what I write, and please feel free to send an ask or leave a comment on anything.

Character Introductions (kinda)

So, now that I’ve posted a bit about each of them, lets give some basic backstory my two main OCs that will be seen in these stories. Both of them were made first as LARP characters, and most/all of the other characters in these stories are either the characters created by my friends for the same LARP, NPCs created by the LARP staff for the story, or background characters I just kinda… made up for narrative convenience.

First we have my miscreant cat, Xane Darastrix. He is a black and silver/grey cat with blue eyes. He loves to dress in bright colors and as little of a shirt as he can get away with. (The cultural group in the LARP that he was from was based on stories and stereotypes about the Romani people, so bright colors, loudly enjoying life, that sort of thing.) (he's actually the picrew that’s the pfp for this blog) Xane himself is an incorrigible flirt, and pretty much omnisexual. With that though, he is surprisingly respectful, doing his best to curb the propositions towards characters that said they weren’t interested nor comfortable with him acting like that. He spent most of his tenure as my main LARP character basically illiterate. He could only read and write about as well as the average 6-7 year old in modern times, and was only really good with making sure anything he had to sign wasn’t getting him scammed. As a fighter, he was a skirmisher, running around the edges of the battlefield with twin daggers and only really putting himself into the middle of things when someone needed help.

The other main character in my stories is Trisara Page, also known as Tris. She is a purple humanoid dragon, with muzzle, wings, tail and all. She was raised in a library, and is (unintentionally) VERY Autistic coded. She is bad with social situations, and she learned much of her etiquette from about 90 year old books designed to teach young ladies how to properly behave. As such, her normal outfit includes a skirt and petticoats, and (given her wings, which are HUGE) since she can’t wear normal shirts, she used aprons that she added fabric to as halter-top style shirts. She is a mage, uses every type of magic available to her, and as a backup carries a massive glaive as a weapon. As she adventured, she ran into a small group of others who kind of… adopted her since she was hopeless out on her own, and almost walked into some very dangerous situations. She ended up dating two of them (who were married to each other as well but yeah SHE didn’t know that for a long ass while) and was very close with the other three. She started out VERY lawful good, which slowly was eroded to neutral/chaotic good behaviors.

I started out both my characters with little to no trauma. The closest thing was Tris never knew her actual parents, just the librarians who adopted her. And Xane was addicted to a drug called kinnip (think catnip, but it relaxed him). So yeah, any trauma that they come out with is from their current story, not backstory.

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Sitting near the fireplace, Trisara turns another page in the book she has been engrossed with, only to have a black gloved hand cover the newly revealed words.

“You’re done for tonight, love. We need to sleep,” the book is deftly pulled from her lap, bookmark slid into place, then set on the desk in the corner. Tris looks up at the woman standing over her and huffs.

“You needn't wait up for me. You can just go to sleep and I'll join you when I'm done reading.” The dragon stands up out of her chair and begins to pull off baubles. Delmira just chuckles quietly.

“The last time I fell for that, you didn't sleep at all, and were a nearly unmanageable grump the next day.” Mira mirrors her dragon, pulling off the gloves she is so known for, along with several knives, setting them on a bedside table. She closes the small distance between them, stepping behind Tris and picking at the knot holding her ‘shirt’ up. Leaning in close, she whispers “besides, I want to cuddle my girlfriend as I fall asleep.”

Tris grins, reaching her arms back and clumsily giving Mira a hug. “If that's what it is, then I suppose I can indulge you.”

“Oh, how generous of you darling.” Mira's voice drips sarcasm, but she's still smiling as she finishes untying Tris's apron and slides it off, tossing it onto the chair. She turns Tris around with a gentle hand, giving her a quick kiss then pushing her to sitting on the bed. “Thank you oh so much for indulging me,” she teases, quickly changing into her nightclothes and sitting down next to Tris.

Tris shakes her head, climbing into her normal place next to the wall and raising her arm invitingly. “Come along then, if you're making me come to bed you must also lay down and cuddle me in return.” Mira doesn't hesitate, laying down and scooting into Tris’s arms.

“Goodnight love” she murmurs, snuggling into Tris’s embrace.

Tris spreads her wing over Mira, settling into the mattress. “Goodnight dearest.”

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Wandering

Tris wakes up suddenly out of a dream. She stays still, looking around without moving much. The darkness outside the window and how far the fire had burned tells her its very late, middle of the night or thereabouts. She starts to push herself up, and Mira makes a noise. Tris freezes, torn between her need to move and shed the dream she was in, and not wanting to disrupt or disturb her Mira. Tris takes a deep breath, thinking quickly, then gently rests her hand on Mira's arm and casts a silent sleep spell. She gets up carefully still, quietly pulling her day clothes on and grabbing her bag before slipping out of the room. Walking as quietly as she can past the other rooms, Montbelliere’s then Conall’s then Sarina and Ephraim’s, down the stairs and out the front door of the inn they had stopped at. It wasn't really a town they were in, more a fancy way station, only having the inn and a small general store. She calls a dim glow to her hands as she walks down the road a short way, then into the woods on the side of the road, still trying to shake off her dream. Under the trees it’s hard to keep track of any kind of time, and even though she noted the half moon high in the sky, she could see none of it here, and the nervous energy kept her going for far longer than she probably should have. It wasn't until she heard the first hints of birdsong that she even noticed how the diffused light was getting brighter. Guiltily, she pulled the ring Mira had given her out of her bag, focusing an identify down on it to lead her back to the inn, hopefully before anyone else woke up to find her gone.

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Your body will transform to fit the world you go to, and you can choose for time to pass slower on your original world. There's a good chance you'll end up dating (and probably fucking) the creature you with if that's the thing you're into. You can still contact them after you go back home.

Reblog to get them to appear swiftly. Like to give them a little treat on their way there.