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.:October Fun Times:.
Who ⬤ Ganymede and Co.
What ⬤ Some dungeon crawling, living the dream! You name it.
When ⬤ 10/6 for the first dungeon. Who knows for the rest...
Where ⬤ Courageous Retuning Two Wings, Fine Wine, Gany's McMansion
Content Warnings ⬤ WHOOPS cw kidnapping, captivity warnings now. alongside transphobia, child abuse, elements of suicide (suicidal ideation, self-harm, etc.) i also guess there's nsfw now with pretty dark themes for the most recent one so watch your step LMFAO (re: dubcon)
[ You've got mail.
...It's been awhile, hasn't it? But neither single one of you can say that this wasn't an unfamiliar sight.
Still, the reunion for dungeon-running is anything but a less than happy one, no? ]
RESULTS: Here!
What ⬤ Some dungeon crawling, living the dream! You name it.
When ⬤ 10/6 for the first dungeon. Who knows for the rest...
Where ⬤ Courageous Retuning Two Wings, Fine Wine, Gany's McMansion
Content Warnings ⬤ WHOOPS cw kidnapping, captivity warnings now. alongside transphobia, child abuse, elements of suicide (suicidal ideation, self-harm, etc.) i also guess there's nsfw now with pretty dark themes for the most recent one so watch your step LMFAO (re: dubcon)
[ You've got mail.
...It's been awhile, hasn't it? But neither single one of you can say that this wasn't an unfamiliar sight.
Still, the reunion for dungeon-running is anything but a less than happy one, no? ]
RESULTS: Here!
1/2
The words that reach him make him feel like he's choking. Michel doesn't believe him?
That...that's...
'Did you think that things would always work out simply because you wished them to?'
The impression of a man feels like it tries to make itself apparent in his mind. Though, it wouldn't look anything like Michel. He remembers, back in the hospital, or...does he? He doesn't remember anymore.
Darker still, within his own heart, he feels himself slide into a familiar level of despair, and it feels like hands encircle his throat, fingers pressing down on it.
'...I never want to see your face again.' ]
You, what? You...