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I just updated another teaser for The death and resurrection of Cree Vance Lawrence! When I open the first prologue, it just says "rare" for the text. Is this how you guys see it or is my phone just being stupid? Thanks. 

Anyone want to RP?

Cree looked at the floor and tried not to blush, noting the Royale eyeing him beside her. It was a moment before she spoke up
          
          "Would you like a place to sit. Some food perhaps"? 
          
          Cree looked up to meet Ryklin's eyes. He noted the fire in them, shining behind her deep blue irises, and forgot she had spoken to him.
          
          " Um, no Mrs. I don't mind standing. Thank you". 
          
          Ryklin smirked a little. " It's a shame that by the time you gave an answer, I'd already decided you'd sit with me". 
          She turned and murmured something to the nearest servant, and within moments cree was sitting comfortably beside the queen, a bemused and triumphant smirk plastered on her face, and Cree looked at the floor to hide the pink dusting his cheeks. 
          
          This was going to be a long day. 
          
           You didn't think Cree would be all depressing feelings and borderline suicidal thoughts, did you? ;) No. He's my optimistic traumatized small bean. 
          Anyways, I'll be posting a few more prologue's, and than the first chapter. 
          
          That will be all. 

Happy pride month! I'm straight, but an ally nonetheless.  On an unrelated note, I'm bored. Anyone down to RP?

To all of those I owe character forms to, please tag me at the story. I'll get it done, thank you for your patience. 

Anyone up for an RP? I'm super bored.

Cree wanted to scream. To shout and cry and be angry and sad. He wanted to let it out. But he also wanted to sleep. To sleep and never wake up. To just stop existing all together. To die. But he couldn't bring himself to do either. So instead, he made a plan. He wasn't going to blow up, and he wasn't going to die either. Not quite. 
          He was going to let this horrible reality that was his burn him out.
           
          And from his own ashes, he would be made anew.

Cree let the music his mind was playing consume him.
          For it was so much better than the agonizing reality that was his.
          
          Another step away from his father.
          Another wince as pain shot through him. 
          
          He slid against the wood of his bed, landing on the floor in excruciating pain.
          
          He tried to ignore the pain of the bruises that were already forming. 
          The feel of blood seeping through his tattered shirt and down his back, from cuts that were sure to scar. 
          
          He let himself sink into a musical abyss. Relishing the masochistic bliss that the feeling of just ceasing to exist brought. 
          
          And before he could even remember to breathe properly, he blacked out. 

Happy Easter everyone. I think I'm gonna make a story on my newest OC, Cree vane Lawrence. Would anyone read it?

Im bored and feel like roleplaying. Anyone down?