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I knoooowwww but I still feel guilty for all the stories on all my pages left in the air cause I cannot fathom the energy or joy to reply :c
Im so tired maaannnn.
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I wanna write and enjoy roleplay again, but this caretaker burnout makes it so hard for me to enjoy this hobby.
Like i have no time nor energy for anything.
I miss my writing partners and stories
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Sorry I haven't been around.
I had an upper respiratory infection and fighting doctors to diagnose my chronic nerve pain.
Im still kicking and alive!!
The forgotten bride wandered alone, trailing through dark woods.
Pushing aside thickets of bushes, she makes her way to a clearing of flowers.
A special place for her.
A trip? Fran always enjoyed traveling, seeing things she never thought she would experience. With the added delight of treats, she nods enthusiastically to the invite.
"Uuuh...!! Yes....yes!!"
She's excited, her lips curling into a bright smile.
"A pleasure, Berserker! I'm Baba Yaga, or Rider. You're free to call me either."
Her clawed hand waggles, a little gesture to follow.
"Would you like to go with me? A little trip for some snacks? I can even get you something new to try! That makes it way more fun! Sweets trip!"
Fran giggles, holding up one of the chocolate bolts for Mordred.
"No...nooooo....made sure...Sweet..f-for sweet..he..art."
She grins, waving the chocolate at his mouth, motioning for him to open up so she can feed him.
Such a generous gift. Looking down at them with a light shade of pink across his cheeks, Mordred gave a pleasant smile.
❝ Fran these look too real. Are you sure I would bite into a piece of metal? ❞
The saber asked jokingly, only trying to tease Fran a little.
With a fine hand, she scorch her thoughts onto the pad, thrusting it to him without care for her brutish strength.
Fran felt vindicated for expressing herself through writing; it surely helped soothe her anger into neat penmanship.
“ Mmm... ... ” ( 💧 )
The hero stood there, waiting for the homunculus to finish her writing. This wasn't the first time he's pissed off a woman, but... his mouth was always faster than his thoughts.
She spread the tunic between her fingers, continuing to enjoy its texture. Fran watched as the other left; she grunted to express her gratitude.
Shredding the layers of bandages, she would soon slip the clothes on. Now, she was properly dressed.
"uuh...done...done!!"
"Sorry if it's not what you're accustomed to wearing. My people tend to wear things of this nature. I'll give you a moment to change."
She'd would allow the Berserker to the opportunity to clothe themselves in privacy.
"F..fire."
Fran turns to Mordred, head tilting to rest on his shoulder. Looks like she played firefighter again, but this time she was burnt up.
"Saved...friends..."
Nuzzling into Mordred, she adjusts his coat around herself.
"Make...new...dress...uuuh..."
Grabbing his large coat. Mordred quickly came to wrap it around Fran, buttoning it up for her.
❝ There you go . .
The heck happened to that dress you always wear? ❞
The knight voiced his confusion, his expression of concern couldn’t be hidden from Fran.
She was experiencing cuteness aggression with him, watching his cheeks puff out when he ate. Fran wasn't trying to eat him; she was just showing affection.
"Fran...kiss...Mo...now...Kiss...kiss....!!!"
She's confused...? Why was her boyfriend avoiding her? Fran moved towards Mordred, effortlessly throwing the chair aside.
It shatters against the wall, and when she closes in on him, she stares down at him.
"Mo...dred...no...eat...Fran...lo..ves you...Cute." +
Her advancements caused him to jolt a step back away from the table.
❝ Fran?! What’s gotten into you? We’re both artificial, I don’t remember telling you to become a cannibal! ❞
Holding a chair in front of him, doing well to keep a barrier between him and her.