PrincesaChronicle22

Another side character scene

Magnus stepped slowly and carefully through the maze. He didn’t want to crush anything underfoot, but the mists swirled around his waist, obscuring his view. He used one big hand to wave away a section in front of him, then stepped over an ivy covered wall.

In this new section of the labyrinth, the ground began…[Read more]

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Dante

“Yes, please.” His stomach was starting to growl at the idea of food. He slowly shifted around until he was sitting up, and watched the food on the counter hungrily.

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Mel

“I’m Mel! Who are you? And where did you come from? You scared my ducks.”

She pointed to the pond where the birds had all crowded in the opposite side. A few quacked in response.

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Dante 

Dante stayed still, looking from Rory to the stranger to the kettle on the stove several times. After a moment he relaxed.
“Can you put mayonnaise on mine?”

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Dante

At the sound of approaching footsteps, Dante tensed. He wanted to get up and hide somewhere, but he was stuck on the couch. The door handle began to turn. Dante shot Rory an accusing glance. “You didn’t lock the door?” But it was too late. Someone stepped into the room, and Dante suddenly found himself making very…[Read more]

@elishavet-pidyon

woah! The 3/4 view looks so good!

@koshka Ikr these two are hilarious together. Now would be a good time for Leo to show up if you wanted

@ellette-giselle

Dante

“I, uh, no. No, I’m not going to-” Dante sighed. He was half tempted to start throwing pencils again. “Well, I tried,” he muttered to himself.

@ava-blue Eyyyyy you hacked back into your account!!

Hello, fren. :] Welcome back to the crumbling ruins of Kingdom Pen. I missed you dearly despite literally talking to you yesterday. <3

@theducktator

I would 100% vote for President Ducktator. Or president Willow.

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Melissa 

The smell of vomit reached Mel’s nose, and her eyes opened. She sat up and looked around.

“Eeeeewwwwwww,” she whined, her voice getting higher pitched. She scrambled to her feet. “What’d you do that for?”

The little ball of a girl on the ground mumbled something Mel couldn’t hear. She crouched and stared at the strange…[Read more]

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Mellissa

Mel dreamed that she was in school. She squirmed in her orange plastic chair, the teacher droning on in the distance. That was enough of that. She stood up and walked to the back of the classroom. Up on the wall was a familiar poster with a cartoon student standing tall with a smile on his face. The poster’s words swam a…[Read more]

*cue Gabriel crash out*

@whalekeeper

I don’t know who the llama is but he’s funny lol

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Um so is this a invitation to rant about Flax?

XD

Flax had a disease that made him lose his feathers (This came from my phase of being obsessed with birds where I learned that birds have a limited number of feather sets in their lifetime, leading to ones who pluck their feather to become bald) So he isn’t able to fly even after…[Read more]

Also, I’m undecided on this, but Felicity might have a very minor physical disability with some long term frostbite damage from her childhood. (Ironic and very on the nose, I know)

@whalekeeper

That’s a good question. I have plenty of mentally disabled characters, but I never really thought about how many physically disabled characters I had.

I’m realizing now that I only have one, but they’re a major spoiler.

I may also have one more to if chronic illnesses count. But also spoilers, lol.

I used to have a half deaf, half…[Read more]

Dante

“I don’t want you to defeat them. I want you to realize you have free will. Why did you kill those men? Because someone else told you to, I bet. That’s not brave. That’s following orders. So the Agents are going to find you and kill you. The day you die is inevitable. Fine. So you’re free. You can’t change that fact, so do whatever the h…[Read more]

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Dante 

Dante grinned at him. “So you’re not always a coward. You’re great at standing up for yourself when your opponent is wounded, doesn’t have combat training, and is much smaller than yourself.” He carefully set down the mug on the floor and held up his hands in surrender. “I’ll stop throwing things.”

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Dante 

Still lying on the couch, Dante blinked up at him in surprise. “Huh. Nice,” he said. On the counter next to him, there was a mug full of yellow pencils. He reached for it, stretching, but felt a sudden rip in his side. He flinched and gasped in pain, but then ignored it and grabbed the mug. He fished out one of the…[Read more]