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What Are Those Steps On The Stairs? Julian Asked, Playing With A Spoon In A Cup Of Black Coffee.

— What are those steps on the stairs? — Julian asked, playing with a spoon in a cup of black coffee.

— They’re coming to arrest you, — Asra answered and drank some chamomile tea.

— Ah, well, well, — Julian replied.

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7 months ago

Guys do you think would Julian really kill Lucio if he had the chance?


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8 months ago
No Context Crow #5: Minecraft Crow

No Context Crow #5: Minecraft Crow

7 months ago

I assigned roles from Baldur's Gate to the Arcana characters.....

Asra (Wizard of the Waterdeep)

Nadia (God's Favourite Princess (and the most interesting girl in the world))

Lucio (Frontier Blade, monster hunter)

Julian (Vampire Spawn)

Portia (Hellfiend Heart)

Muriel (Githyanki Warrior)

What to do with this next? I don't know. But I like it.


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8 months ago

New idea: instead of writing the fic, you come over to my house and I tell you the entire plot while I pace my tiny kitchen. There’s a cup of tea, warm in your hands. The words don’t stop and the affection never leaves your expression.