
[ indie multifandom OC ]
➳ gif/icon chat, para, multipara, etc
➳ multifandom, multiship, multiverse
➳ loves plotting, memes, and all that
➳ 11+ years of roleplaying experience

[ indie multifandom OC ]
➳ gif/icon chat, para, multipara, etc
➳ multifandom, multiship, multiverse
➳ loves plotting, memes, and all that
➳ 11+ years of roleplaying experience

[ indie multifandom OC ]
➳ gif/icon chat, para, multipara, etc
➳ multifandom, multiship, multiverse
➳ loves plotting, memes, and all that
➳ 11+ years of roleplaying experience
➳ She kind of hates cafes with communal tables,
but this one has the best soups, and Lydia was
hoping she’d find a normal table that was free.
No luck.
She huffs, fingers curling around the strap of her
knapsack as she eyes the only unoccupied seat.
C’mon, you’re a big girl now. She approaches
the chair, clears her throat as she eyes the
person beside the empty seat.

> ❝Hi, sorry…is this seat taken?❞

➳
❝
Why do they even need us here? This guy is very,
clearly dead.
❞
A coroner is needed to pronounce death before a
body
could be moved from the scene–but really,
was a
medical professional really needed to
determine the
guy in three pieces and missing a
head is actually dead?