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Hi there,

I’m reaching out with a quiet hope in my heart. These days are heavy, and my family is living through a reality filled with uncertainty—but I’m still here, doing my best to hold on and keep going.

If you have a moment, please check out my pinned post.

A simple share could help it reach someone who might be able to make a difference.

If you’re able to give, even the smallest kindness can bring light into the darkest places.

Your time, your voice, your compassion — it all matters more than you know.

With deep gratitude,

@nadinfamily

🫶🏼

#prayers to you🤍

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Riley

Riley, the writer of fate

5’2”

Mid length hair with bangs that is dyed pink

Possesses many forms, but usually hangs out in the human one. She can make herself any of the creatures that she has created(aka anything on this account)

Big brown eyes with little spots of green

Can write something into existence so long as it’s in her book that she carries at all times

She’s technically a witch but she doesn’t know much about her powers, she doesn’t even really know she’s a witch

Plot 1: you know everyone always says that you write your own path, but lately it hasn’t felt that way. You find yourself doing things you usually never would, making decisions you’d rather die than do on any other day. You make extroverted decisions as an introvert, Study instead of party, use weird pickup lines as if you’re in some sort of novel. You hardly feel like you’re controlling yourself.

This only started recently, you not being in control. Some new girl moved into your town and you’ve convinced yourself that it’s her fault. She always holds some stupid book in her arms like it means the world to her and sometimes when you’re making these decisions, you see her scribbling away. It has to be her. You can’t bring yourself to confront her though. Whenever you go near her either she scurries off like she knows your plans or you freeze when you get too close.

You did notice, after your many attempts at confronting her, that you started having more freedom. Did she know that you knew? Or maybe she felt bad. You did notice that things stopped being convenient though. You had more…regular luck. Milk gone bad. Out of napkins, forgotten umbrellas. Your life became…normal. Like there was no little voice in your head reminding you of certain things. You almost missed it.

You plan on talking to her today, asking her to maybe give you a few little reminders every now and again. Only when you looked around for her, she’s gone. Not at her favorite coffee shop that she also happens to work at, not at the library reading various fiction books, not at the park swinging on the lone little tree swing that nobody else uses. Nowhere to be found.

Plot 2: create your own story!

💭Inspirations: @livealittleoc-cb @oc-empire

Possible rp partners: @favegirls-ocbot @moonlit-nights-club @violettaamore @timmburrton @folklore-cb @halloween-cb @nightskysing @badbf-cb @clubwnderland @multi-joong @dragonrider-cb @hybrid-babies @redlight-cb (dm to be +/-!)

Art and photos do not belong to me!