CONCRETE JUNGLES WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OFFFF
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CONCRETE JUNGLES WHERE DREAMS ARE MADE OFFFF

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﹙ ✷ ﹚𖥨 ´ dear @ioracle, is the fluidity of magic an inconvenience for an oracle ?
well, this is incessantly awkward. a wilted flower reanimated by wind, raven comes to be in barbara’s couch, her flesh burning with the paths of warm blood rushing within her vessel. she feels strangely human, strangely aware of her own self: so much so that when her eyes try to map the environment, she only sees furniture, not its metaphysics. her cognition is severed, temporarily, by her exhaustion. it was quiet and scary, trapped in her own mind, powerless against the world. it’s vulnerable, when barbara comes to view, not knowing how she was feeling, if she had judged her for the unceremonious dishevelment or the stupid things she’s certain in her drowsy exhaustion she must've said last night.
‘ i overslept, ’ did she ? she doesn’t even know what time it is, she only knows shes wearing one of barbara’s shirts and she probably broke something when she teleported erratically into her home after a fight with her father. she has no idea why her subconscious found this place as sanctuary, and it embarrasses her to burden barbara with such familiarity. her body aches, there’s probably an unhealed wound somewhere. she doesn’t know why her demonism is so stubbornly blocked now. with how much she’s hated who she is, she is anxious by the idea of losing herself. ‘ i apologize, for… ’ she doesn’t know what she’s apologizing for exactly, frail she finds the capacity to rise. ‘ you must be busy. i will help you clean up. do you wish for tea ? ’
oh yeah also i have an axe.
Idk what it is but being someone’s secret just gets me going not in like a I don’t want to be seen with you way but in a we shouldn’t be doing this kinda way😝 and yet you both still keep on doing it (doing what I don’t know exactly but probably fucking) oh btw im thinking of 90s Liam while writing this just like him sneaking in you room every night idk just talking
…..boy do i have a fic series coming out for you…

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Some of you guys might be aware of these collaborators based on the posts I've been reposting, but I'd thought I would make it public properly to finally make everyone aware. I'm super stoked for what's coming. :)
@thxoracle c&c
The plan was going eerily well. With one of the three going insane from bankrupcy, there was now two to go. They had decided to leave Fernand for last and now the fowl man was temporarily gone from town, an opportunity that Cristobal would not let to go to waste.
With Haydee's upcoming presentation into society, they had found a socially acceptable way to have Claudia home more often than was proper, today being one such case.
"Stay," Cristobal breathed out to Claudia reaching for her hand to hold in his. "He won't be back for another fortnight," he took a deep breath taking a step closer to her, lose enoigh to feel her breath over his skin. "I need you."
OMG YES THE TCD FIC!!!!!! I’D THOUGHT IT’D TAKE LONGER MDOFNEOFNS
LMAO AJKDSKJ I CAN'T BLAME YOU FOR THINKING THAT