“Of course, of course. My head has not been the same since… well. I needn’t share more. You are the goddess of… infinity? The multiverse? Possibilities?”
"The Multiverse." Yuki clasps her hands in front of her.
“Interesting. Have you time for a philosophical conversation?”
"Time is always on my side, and yes."
“Do you believe in different timelines? Do those even exist, or are they just dreams, the fragments of memories that never happened?”
"Yes, and they do exist. Whenever you sleep and dream, you see through the eyes of a different version of yourself. You might have different hair, or be another creature entirely. If you ever dreamed and later that day it came true, you probably visited a reality that is ahead of this one."
“But… if something happened that you didn’t like… does the reality where what you wanted to happen happened exist somewhere?”
"Yes, every choice you make, makes another universe."
“Interesting. And you know this for sure?”
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I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
“Of course, of course. My head has not been the same since… well. I needn’t share more. You are the goddess of… infinity? The multiverse? Possibilities?”
"The Multiverse." Yuki clasps her hands in front of her.
“Interesting. Have you time for a philosophical conversation?”
"Time is always on my side, and yes."
“Do you believe in different timelines? Do those even exist, or are they just dreams, the fragments of memories that never happened?”
"Yes, and they do exist. Whenever you sleep and dream, you see through the eyes of a different version of yourself. You might have different hair, or be another creature entirely. If you ever dreamed and later that day it came true, you probably visited a reality that is ahead of this one."
“But… if something happened that you didn’t like… does the reality where what you wanted to happen happened exist somewhere?”
"Yes, every choice you make, makes another universe."
“Interesting. And you know this for sure?”
"Yes, for there wouldn't be a multiverse without choices."
“Of course, of course. My head has not been the same since… well. I needn’t share more. You are the goddess of… infinity? The multiverse? Possibilities?”
"The Multiverse." Yuki clasps her hands in front of her.
“Interesting. Have you time for a philosophical conversation?”
"Time is always on my side, and yes."
“Do you believe in different timelines? Do those even exist, or are they just dreams, the fragments of memories that never happened?”
"Yes, and they do exist. Whenever you sleep and dream, you see through the eyes of a different version of yourself. You might have different hair, or be another creature entirely. If you ever dreamed and later that day it came true, you probably visited a reality that is ahead of this one."
“But… if something happened that you didn’t like… does the reality where what you wanted to happen happened exist somewhere?”
"Yes, every choice you make, makes another universe."
“Interesting. And you know this for sure?”
"Yes, for there wouldn't be a multiverse without choices."
“Thank you for your company, Yuki.”
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Yuki walks and cuts the air with her hand and dissappears through the cut air, reappearing at a random location.
*Anyone can choose where she ends up.*
It’s night. The waves crash against a beach so pale gray it looks silver, and the moon shines down high in the sky, obscured by canopies of black plants. Purple berries hang from the plants, and the moon, which was already blotted out, is covered by a vulture, who lets out a single cry and then flies towards something in the distance. In the air, you smell poison and rot. And oddly enough, there are signs around you saying things like “dangerous, get away!” Melancholic music drifts through the air in the same direction that the vulture went.
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
A vulture flies through the air, carrying something massive, dead, in its talons. From the direction it came in, she sees an island, a shadow in the night.
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he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Yuki walks and cuts the air with her hand and dissappears through the cut air, reappearing at a random location.
*Anyone can choose where she ends up.*
It’s night. The waves crash against a beach so pale gray it looks silver, and the moon shines down high in the sky, obscured by canopies of black plants. Purple berries hang from the plants, and the moon, which was already blotted out, is covered by a vulture, who lets out a single cry and then flies towards something in the distance. In the air, you smell poison and rot. And oddly enough, there are signs around you saying things like “dangerous, get away!” Melancholic music drifts through the air in the same direction that the vulture went.
As Yuki follows the vulture, an aura of calm surrounds Yuki.
Yuki walks and cuts the air with her hand and dissappears through the cut air, reappearing at a random location.
*Anyone can choose where she ends up.*
It’s night. The waves crash against a beach so pale gray it looks silver, and the moon shines down high in the sky, obscured by canopies of black plants. Purple berries hang from the plants, and the moon, which was already blotted out, is covered by a vulture, who lets out a single cry and then flies towards something in the distance. In the air, you smell poison and rot. And oddly enough, there are signs around you saying things like “dangerous, get away!” Melancholic music drifts through the air in the same direction that the vulture went.
As Yuki follows the vulture, an aura of calm surrounds Yuki.
The island seems to resist the calm, but Yuki feels the pull of the music, it’s calm as well, peaceful.
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I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
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“Interesting. And you know this for sure?”
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I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Yes, for there wouldn't be a multiverse without choices."
“Thank you for your company, Yuki.”
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I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"You are welcome, and thank you for yours." Yuki gives a small bow.
“Perhaps someday I will seek out an alliance…”
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I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"By then I may be optimistic."
They smile. “Hopefully. Optimism may be a plague, but it truly does make you happy.”
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I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Maybe..."
“Well, farewell. See you around.”
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I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
"Asta la Vista." She waves them off.
They fly into the distance, deep in thought.
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I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*Anyone wanna rp? I got Bríz and Kalaposi.*
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
Yuki walks and cuts the air with her hand and dissappears through the cut air, reappearing at a random location.
*Anyone can choose where she ends up.*
It’s night. The waves crash against a beach so pale gray it looks silver, and the moon shines down high in the sky, obscured by canopies of black plants. Purple berries hang from the plants, and the moon, which was already blotted out, is covered by a vulture, who lets out a single cry and then flies towards something in the distance. In the air, you smell poison and rot. And oddly enough, there are signs around you saying things like “dangerous, get away!” Melancholic music drifts through the air in the same direction that the vulture went.
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I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
*Hallo*
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
*Hiya Dry! Sup?*
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I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
She wades through the waves. Lost in thought
WELP
Why do soooo many people hate this font :(
A vulture flies through the air, carrying something massive, dead, in its talons. From the direction it came in, she sees an island, a shadow in the night.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.
As Yuki follows the vulture, an aura of calm surrounds Yuki.
The island seems to resist the calm, but Yuki feels the pull of the music, it’s calm as well, peaceful.
he/they/washing machine. Roleplay and worldbuilding fiend.
I don’t actually use the pronouns washing machine in case anyone is that serious, I like washing machines tho.