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That was the weirdest dream I’ve had in weeks.
If that’s how you measure mental stability, last night proves I’m clinically insane.
I shall work on an rp, then :]
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I’m more mentally stable now than I have been ever, I think. Which isn’t saying much. You could fit like two or three horses in there.
The Phantom of the Opera mixed with the French Revolution results in way too many murders and one very misused heroine. XD That was the weirdest dream I’ve had in weeks.
That sounds interesting. I want details
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
last night proves I’m clinically insane.
yeah
Any paint can be finger paint if you don't care enough
“Biting is cowardly”
*Lucy and Mel from the other rp overhear and brutally attack Wolfgang*
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YES. I love those tiny wild cats.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Ari btw is probably sitting on top of the climbing wall in the gymnasium. Likely giving the safety supervisor a heart attack.
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Wilhelm
“Yes.” He stood and Lois prepared to leave. “I will look forward to that.”
“Biting is only cowardly if your enemy can’t fight back. Or bite back, as it were.” He nudged the scone dish away from Wolfgang. “In war, it’s only really useful if you are fighting werewolves. Everyone else wears armor to battle.”
Wolfgang’s croak shook a laugh from Wilhelm. He pushed his chair into its place with something like a shrug.
“Yes, I know they aren’t real, but I also know they aren’t fake either. Let’s find the sparring yard.”
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
Just so you know, if LeQoi approaches this boy suddenly without warning, he might faint
Callum
There were a ton of dishes to be cleaned. Callum dunked a pot into the scalding hot water and started scrubbing. Steam rose, and he wiped the condensation off his forehead with his free arm.
Hopefully he could get everything done and take a substantial break.
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If that’s how you measure mental stability, last night proves I’m clinically insane
XD Thankfully…. No. XD
But a little insanity in the right places makes life much more interesting.
That sounds interesting. I want details
It was emotionally graphic(like the MC was facing a very sad life and really feeling it. Almost gets murdered.), but cleaned up a bit it would make an interesting story. The heroine was sneaking political convicts off death row. Like, what if Christine was the Scarlet Pimpernel, but also Persephone?
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
*is jealous* why can’t i have dreams like this?
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Wolfgang
He reached across the table and grabbed two more scones, pushing them into his pocket for later, then followed Wilhelm. “Biting is still cowardly,” he muttered.
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
Just so you know, if LeQoi approaches this boy suddenly without warning, he might faint
Hmm, noted. =|
LeQoi
Serving maids dipped in and out of the hall entry, pitchers and teapots in hand. No black haired child darted among them.
LeQoi stepped smoothly around stovetops and scurrying chefs. Dishes piled high on counters waiting, but even they couldn’t hide the tall white cap and chocolate brown hair of the approaching master.
The child was here scrubbing beside fifty scullery boys and girls. Silence decended on the sink staff. LeQoi’s eyes narrowed.
He didn’t recognize the child–an interesting concern considering. He hadn’t interviewed this boy.
“Child, mon cher garçon, you have quite a knack for melting sugar, oui?”
A cup of tea is cheaper than therapy.
Maybe you just don’t remember them? XD I don’t know why the go-to genre for my dreams is Heist/Rescue/Intrigue.
It was really weird though. The MC was randomly hiding people everywhere. Closet? Check! Dark shadows in the alley? Why not? Also at the same time I was trying to get stuff together for my sister’s wedding, which was happening in the fancy hotel that had fire escape doors that just… Opened to the side of the building? Like you are gonna fall off into thin air. And it was much cheaper to get room service than buy food from the restaurants in the lobby, so the whole time I’m following/living the heroine’s story, I am worrying we’ll miss the food delivery.
It was alfredo pasta by the way.
Hot Milk+Brown Sugar+Vanilla+Ginger+Cinnamon=All the comfort this world can offer.
Oh my word!
I think I stopped dreaming when I really started seriously writing. I used to have a lot of vivid ones, and then they went away when I started writing my stories and books down.
(also, that was mean to talk about food. Now I’m hungry) XD
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who couldn't hear the music
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