—— 明珠 : Mingzhu
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If you feel you've lost your home, the fog will guide you. — A girl lost between the threshold of humans and the other side. — PT(BR) - ENG RP ACCOUNT : #MVRP
𝕺𝖍! 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊! 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝕸𝖆𝖝. 𝕸𝖆𝖝 𝕸𝖈𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖚𝖒. 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚!
💬: Tomio, it's good to hear from you again! It really has been a while. Me, well... It's hard to say whether I'm doing well or not. I still keep waking up in different places... And what about you? I was really happy to see your message. How have you and Kuro been?
{ @mistypearls.bsky.social } 💬❌: i want to get outside more, but that sounds so terrifying 💬❌: the world is so different from how it was when i was alive 💬❌: i hate being immortal 💬: how have you been? it’s been a while.
The flowers parted around her bare footsteps, making her seem like a wandering spirit, a ghost of the forest roaming through the night around the remains of a greenhouse destroyed by a merciless storm. +
It took her a moment to turn toward him—perhaps because of the sound of the rain, or perhaps because she hadn't yet sensed his presence. When she turned, he saw that her face was smudged with dirt and leaves were clinging to her rain-soaked hair. +
Introducing ☀️"id do anything to protect my husband, I suggest you dont test that." The husbands 🌕"me and dawn have a complicated history, sweetie.." Twilight, The lord of darkness ☀️"I'm yours, till death do us part." And 🌕"then let death never find us..." Dawn-Star, The Human Star.
> 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. > [ EVENT — JULY 7, 2026 — ??/??/?? ]
"It’s a pleasure to meet you, Marsoc. My name is Mingzhu." Although she couldn't see the traveler's eyes or lips, she wore a serene smile and had a gentle gaze. She believed that everyone deserved kindness, regardless of their intentions or where they came from. "Are you hungry? Perhaps sleepy?"
"Apreviated ma'am. Traviling acros universes is very tiresome. Marsoc is the name. And you?" [His pitch black glasses hid his eyes. His black face mask hid his fangs. Most people from different universes didn't react well to vampires. So he hid those features that would give it away.]
The rain had suddenly blotted out the sun and darkened the sky; many people took shelter under umbrellas or chose to travel by car to avoid getting wet. But if one were to glance at the side of the road near the woods, Mingzhu appeared oblivious to the rain, gazing at something amidst the bushes.
"𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮." ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ + ⟳ #BSKYRP #MVRP #THGRP #TBOSASRP #TheHungerGamesRP
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𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖜𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙, 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖞 𝖚𝖘. ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ + ⟳ #BSKYRP #MVRP #THGRP #TBOSASRP #TheHungerGamesRP
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𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮
Ela inspirou profundamente, sentindo seu pulmão esvaziar-se completamente e então respirou, ficando secretamente surpresa com o quanto de ar conseguia respirar. Uma percepção relativamente infantil da parte dela, mas que a fez sorrir sozinha consigo mesma.
Aprochegando-se da paciente, Zayne preparou o estetoscópio. 〝 Sim. Está ligado a um fator psicológico. Dependendo das memórias, seu coração pode acelerar de uma vez, quero dizer ... se for uma memória que venha a causar ansiedade. Por favor inspire e respire... 〞
Mingzhu lets out a soft laugh. "Then perhaps your work begins with the big picture..." "...but your heart keeps bringing you back to the small ones." +
+ just living their lives. Billionaires and other powerful folks make bad decisions *because* they reduce individuals to just numbers on a spreadsheet." He clears his throat. "...Sorry if I ramble a lot. I just hope it's more of a charm point than a turn-off."
I’m fine, ( Reader). I just need to rest a little... She snuggles her face against the (Reader)'s hand. It seems sleeping outdoors has given her a fever.
Her body was small, seeming as fragile as a sugar cube in a light drizzle. Yet the fever made her warm, like a tiny baby bird. "My apologies—you must be busy, and I’m taking up your time." She mumbled, but didn't seem to want to let go anytime soon; she was snuggled up close.
ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ•° she clicks her tongue, even more amused by the answer. ㅤㅤ“I suppose.” ㅤㅤ•° she gestured to her shoulder with another hand, an offer for a possibly more comfortable place to lean. ㅤㅤ
🌸: I constantly feel that my writing—or my muse—doesn't appeal to people, but that is an insecurity of mine, and I am working on it. I am sorry for being so absent at times; I feel the need to isolate myself to pull myself together and try my best again.
🌸: Since today is Sunday, I believe it would be more than appropriate to post this.
Nice to meet you I am the god of wine and partying so I would love to get to know you all please 18* MDNI