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  • Living with Gaster Gang por SirenaRen
    SirenaRen
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      Partes 3
    Beyond every universe and adventures, there's always the VOID with viruses and dangerous creatures. That's where five same person in different alternate universe met in their unfortunate fate with the home they accidentally summoned, trying to survive on every danger that was created and everything they could to escape for their homes. Wingding and Stars, the two scientists try their best to keep the team company and make sure they didn't get anything that could be harm throughout the void. Swap, being the housekeeper, make sure they're filled with meals and house clean. Fell being the protector of the gang and keep the monsters that was combined in worst way possible away and B, despite being blind, he sometimes keep them company and help everyone he can. Despite them being the same person in different personalities and universe, they always keep together as a team. But what happened if Fell brings someone that was injured... But it's not another version of themselves but a wounded human girl that somehow had powers and wings that came out of nowhere with a portal that never closed? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reboot and LORE accurate (as I can) of Living with Gaster Gang series. This is season 1 of Sirena's Wild adventure Gaster Gang and Swapfell belongs to Bunnymuse Maestro belongs to Flotts Sirena belongs to me.
  • What Color Do You Bleed ? por Breath2ice
    Breath2ice
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      Partes 4
    Ebène had always been a master of masks. To the world, she was quirky, fun, and effortlessly charming, the girl who could laugh off any awkward moment, who kept the mood light even when the air was suffocating. But inside, she was a contradiction-deeply reflective, painfully self-aware, and weighed down by the knowledge that she would never belong. At twenty-five, she was still purple. A child in the eyes of society. A fraud in her own. ---- The world they lived in was a cruel result of humanity's past mistakes. A combination of all the wars and the wrath of Mother Nature had unleashed gases that fused with the air, triggering genetic mutations. Babies were no longer naturally conceived; they were grown in incubators, implanted with the necessary microchips at formation. The world could not sustain unchecked reproduction, and so society was engineered. You had sixty years, sometimes less. By eighteen, you had to prove your worth. By then, you had to bleed something other than purple blood. You shall pass your biannual MRI test with success. They monitor the tree growing within yourself - color, type, leaves and the curves of the roots.