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It's a vibe. Sometimes, I see an FC and my head refuses to let go of it, so I build an entire character around it. Other times, I get too locked into the personality that it takes me forever to find an FC who fits what my brain wants. Then, the process goes on for a long time until something finally clicks. One character might be easier to pin down an FC for than another.
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[attr="class","threes"]number 28.

[attr="class",tox"]hero

[attr="class","merriwrites"]When did you become a villain?

Was it when you spoke out of a place of anger?

Villains never win. You know this. You say terrible things and then claw desperately at forgiveness. Your halo no longer glows. In its place are horns, crooked and broken. Wings burnt and frayed. Your intentions are evil, but to be evil, you must be living. Did you know that evil spells live backward?

When are you going to live a kind life?

Villains don't have friends. They push and pull and expect something in return for their misdeeds. Words speak loudly. They deafen and hurt. Actions add insult to injury.

So, tell me...

When will you become a hero?

You won't need a cape. You won't need to fly from rooftop to rooftop, saving lives. Heroes do everyday things. They are a little jaded, but use their experiences and cracked rose-colored glasses to do good. They own up to their mistakes. They give what they can to improve and love and care for others.

I ask you again...

When will you choose to be a hero?

- X
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[attr="class","threes"]number 15.

[attr="class",tox"]from afar

[attr="class","merriwrites"]Squinting at the paperwork on the desk of the shelter, Flora set it down and moved in the direction of the cat area. There were so many new additions to the group. She clasped her hands together in excitement. She'd get lots of material to write their adopt-me blurbs after she spent some time playing with and observing them.

Adjusting her volunteer tag, Flora came to a halt. A lady and a child were looking at one of the senior cats. She watched closely. It was rare for people, especially children, to take any interest in an older cat. Pumpernickel was a bit broody but a sweet guy at the core. Flora had needed several days to get to know him before she felt she could do him justice in his adoption tag.

She didn't know if she should approach the two. Pumpernickel appeared interested in them. Flora wondered if there was hope in his kitty heart that these people would be the ones to take him home. She decided that she didn't want to interrupt the bonding that was happening. The last thing Flora saw that day was Pumpernickel rubbing against the little girl's fingers.

A few days later, filing documents, she found his adoption form and the family's paperwork. Smiling, Flora tucked them into the correct folder. She was glad that she'd kept her distance. Sometimes, all it took was giving visitors and possible adopters time and space to connect with one of the cats or kittens.

Pumpernickel would be loved. That much Flora knew.
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[attr="class","threes"]number 29.

[attr="class",tox"]coming home

[attr="class","merriwrites"]"Your father isn't here, Cricket."

The nickname from Camille's childhood sounded odd in her father's long-time assistant's voice. She studied his expression as he stared back at her with calm blue eyes. It was only used by people who couldn't seem to move on and understand that she wanted to leave it in the past. Once upon a time, she would have smiled about it. Now, it felt like a burden with a thousand reasons why it needed to be dead and buried.

"And why would he not be here when he wanted to go to lunch? I do have a schedule to keep to, Mr. Aubert." She crossed her arms, frustrated with her father.

Cricket. She shuddered at the name. Only the child in her wished to have the nickname hold affection once again. She did her best to avoid meeting the assistant's gaze, hands curling into fists. Mr. Aubert looked deeply saddened. A frown had replaced his familiar smile. They had known each other since Camille had been a small child.

"I do not know. Would you like to leave him a note?"

Camille waved her hand in dismissal of the idea. "I will email him, as he prefers that to a text message. See you." She turned on her heel and clicked out of the office and into the elevator.

Pulling her car into her parking spot, Camille clutched her work bag and journeyed to her apartment. Once she had unlocked the door, she kicked off her heels, tossed her bag on the counter, and collapsed onto the couch, face buried in a pillow.

At least this felt like home.
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(Sorry for the double post)

It's sad that I'll lose motivation to play Genshin from about late April until July when a new region is close to being released and the drip marketing and video previews have slowly begun to be pushed out. I love the music and thoroughly enjoy the main story's lore, but something, and maybe it's simply because it's a busier time of year, pushes me away from it. Then, my reason for jumping back in is to 100% the region map before the next region comes out (me with every region except Fontaine and Chenyu Vale 100%ed).

I hope they give us a summer event like the Golden Apple Archipelago to excite me. Last year's event was mediocre at best, even though it did have some fun little Fontaine lore crumbs.
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[attr="class","threes"]number 13.

[attr="class",tox"]palace

[attr="class","merriwrites"]Every fairytale rewritten by others, ones that derailed from the original material, had happy endings. A princess like Cinderella would arrive at the palace in a dress made by a fairy godmother. Another princess like Belle would live in the palace with a beast until love prevailed one day, and the prince was no longer a hairy monster.

After watching a movie claiming to be a twist on the classic fairytales everyone knew, Lucas considered all this. He shut his eyes. From all his memories and knowledge of stories, he wondered if there would ever be a version of the story told from the prince's point of view. His mind, which spent all its time looking at money, numbers, and names, couldn't quite picture himself as a prince.

But... if he were a prince, his palace would be small and cozy. It'd smell of fresh linen and lemon. Anyone and everyone would be welcomed into it. He wouldn't wear a crown. He'd want to know who he served in his position of royalty. The walls, furniture, and clothes would all be his favorite colors.

He'd want the palace to be a safe place where fear, worries, and troublesome things like taxes didn't exist. His mom and brother would be cared for, and he'd be happy. Truly happy.
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