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Oc /Multiship /Multiversal.
Mun is 32 and taken irl. All themes and topics portrayed here are 18+
Minors DNI.
Oc /Multiship /Multiversal.
Mun is 32 and taken irl. All themes and topics portrayed here are 18+
Minors DNI.
Faces formed from shadow and memory—friends, enemies, strangers once forgotten. They spiraled with him, falling in a vortex of shattered black glass and the echo of every name he’d ever known. Some reached for him in desperation. Others, with malice.
May 4, 2025 at 8:11 PM
Faces formed from shadow and memory—friends, enemies, strangers once forgotten. They spiraled with him, falling in a vortex of shattered black glass and the echo of every name he’d ever known. Some reached for him in desperation. Others, with malice.
Weightlessness seized him. Silence turned to rushing wind, though there was no wind to feel. The hands still clung to him—but they were no longer faceless.
They had become people.
They had become people.
May 4, 2025 at 8:11 PM
Weightlessness seized him. Silence turned to rushing wind, though there was no wind to feel. The hands still clung to him—but they were no longer faceless.
They had become people.
They had become people.
He thrashed against the grasping hands, now clamping down with purpose—dozens of them, anchoring him as if to hold him above something far worse. But the cracks widened. Then, with a deafening snap, the plane beneath him gave way.
He fell.
He fell.
May 4, 2025 at 8:10 PM
He thrashed against the grasping hands, now clamping down with purpose—dozens of them, anchoring him as if to hold him above something far worse. But the cracks widened. Then, with a deafening snap, the plane beneath him gave way.
He fell.
He fell.
He jerked, muscles tensing. The illusion of stillness was shattered. The surface beneath him, once infinite and smooth, began to crack—hairline fractures spider-webbing out beneath his back and limbs with a crystalline hiss.
It was no longer nothing. It was glass.
It was no longer nothing. It was glass.
May 4, 2025 at 8:09 PM
He jerked, muscles tensing. The illusion of stillness was shattered. The surface beneath him, once infinite and smooth, began to crack—hairline fractures spider-webbing out beneath his back and limbs with a crystalline hiss.
It was no longer nothing. It was glass.
It was no longer nothing. It was glass.
to emerge. They clawed their way upward from the formless ground—if it could be called ground at all.
One gripped his ankle. Another grazed his wrist.
More followed.
Their touch was cold, yet curiously tender—until their grip tightened.
One gripped his ankle. Another grazed his wrist.
More followed.
Their touch was cold, yet curiously tender—until their grip tightened.
May 4, 2025 at 8:09 PM
to emerge. They clawed their way upward from the formless ground—if it could be called ground at all.
One gripped his ankle. Another grazed his wrist.
More followed.
Their touch was cold, yet curiously tender—until their grip tightened.
One gripped his ankle. Another grazed his wrist.
More followed.
Their touch was cold, yet curiously tender—until their grip tightened.
He blinked.
Again.
On the third blink, a creeping darkness colored the white of his left eye like ink being dropped into water.
Then—movement.
At first, barely noticeable: ripples in the void around him, as if the darkness itself had begun to breathe. From the silence, hands began
Again.
On the third blink, a creeping darkness colored the white of his left eye like ink being dropped into water.
Then—movement.
At first, barely noticeable: ripples in the void around him, as if the darkness itself had begun to breathe. From the silence, hands began
May 4, 2025 at 8:07 PM
He blinked.
Again.
On the third blink, a creeping darkness colored the white of his left eye like ink being dropped into water.
Then—movement.
At first, barely noticeable: ripples in the void around him, as if the darkness itself had begun to breathe. From the silence, hands began
Again.
On the third blink, a creeping darkness colored the white of his left eye like ink being dropped into water.
Then—movement.
At first, barely noticeable: ripples in the void around him, as if the darkness itself had begun to breathe. From the silence, hands began
2. A two for one special since they're by the same developer. Mass effect and Dragon Age.
May 2, 2025 at 10:52 PM
2. A two for one special since they're by the same developer. Mass effect and Dragon Age.
//that reverb towards the end is abit haunting but I share your sentiments. XD
April 11, 2025 at 12:35 AM
//that reverb towards the end is abit haunting but I share your sentiments. XD