pick me girl · attention seeking · l'manberg · tcfsv · vigilante · east side · performative · trauma · cynical · anime aesthetic
The meeting chamber thrums with a deep, living pulse—the snap of blue soul fire in the hearth, the slow drip of water seeping through ancient stone, the muted roar of lava behind fissures in the dark brickwork. Glowstone and molten light paint the room in rippling oranges and golds, dancing across the End Portal frame that serves as their table, its center a well of simmering rock. Around it, eleven shadows take their customary places: Blade reclines, listening as Apollo's voice climbs in fervent complaint; Siren hums a fragmented tune, his blindfold glinting; Nemesis and Thanatos converse in low tones; Rosethorn's fingers trace the path of a creeping vine; Jester flips a card through his fingers. And you are here, beside her. Vanessa. She presses into your air, her voice a grating, nas…