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Security in this world is important. So is the need for a safe relationship... So she'll need a partner that's blind and deaf (that's a joke).

She scoffed, "Besides, I'm expensive. I told you this before. Other than good looks and a good personality, I'll need ambition, confidence, and a good income from my partner."

Was the bar that high? Then again, she just loves showing off as your spoiled princess but it makes sense.

"Nope. Probably never will." Corypantha shrugged, soon having the same treatment as Ranko now as she had her hair rinsed and her painted toenails left to dry. She closed her eyes, face being applied a new layer of a mask.

"You all know my curse and crap. Who in their right mind would be with me?"

3. Open Your Blinds Before You Go To Sleep. GIF ALT: 3. Open Your Blinds Before You Go To Sleep. GIF

Leaned back against her office chair, sun shining through her penthouse windows...

Of course it's a penthouse, where else can a queen go? She treats herself well until now because sleeping on your office chair is bad for your back.

🪼 D-Dispatch muse detected 👀 (i need to continue the game)

𝕀𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕒𝕝[×]𝐍/𝐒𝐅𝐖 [×]𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨[×]𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦 [×]𝐓𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐨 𝐃𝐍𝐈[×] 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐌𝐬[×]

"𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙞𝙩"

🕸️✦•┈๑⋅⋯ 🕷️ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦🕸️

🕷️| 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞.
🕸️| 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫.
🕷️| 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫-𝐌𝐚𝐧.

✦•𝐀𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.•✦

🕸️✦•┈๑⋅⋯ 🕷️ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦🕸️

She's lost in a local cornmaze, looking around in confusion. No powers allowed, they said, and she accepted the challenge.

Now, she's lost.

Not that she minded, that's part of the thrill, no?

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉.

・ 𝙾𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗・

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ᴏᴄʀᴘ
ᴀᴜʀᴘ
ᴍᴠʀᴘ
┗ ┛

𝙾𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 ♡

a picture of a man wearing headphones is surrounded by flowers and butterflies and says picmix at the bottom ALT: a picture of a man wearing headphones is surrounded by flowers and butterflies and says picmix at the bottom

🪼 I am awake and alive
And I am in love with Dispatch (havent played it fully yet and such but I have enjoyed its first 30 mins)

The other workers nodded and laughed, gushing onwards to sweep away Cory's initial comment.

But in the end, Corypantha nodded and smiled, glancing over, "I have to admit, it is pretty romantic. He's a keeper, Ranko."

Except Cory because her immediate thought was voiced without her filter on— "He took a leak and confessed? Did he atleast wash his hands?"

Immediately, Shaye lightly slapped her shoulder, "Oh, shut up! You ruined the moment! That was one romantic confession though, wasn't it, ladies?"

Meanwhile, Corypantha was quietly listening as three workers overall focused on her hair, feet, and face. She was being fully worked on with a liquid mask on, cleaning of her nails, gentle hair treatment and scalp massage...

But the whole time, everyone was listening and gushing lightly.

Now everyone's intrigued with this cute love story, smiling and listening as Shaye urged Ranko to keep talking, "What do you like about him? Who confessed first???"

Then she shrugged, snickering, "Or maybe I can just find a rich and cute guy or gal that's blind and deaf."

That can be an option but Shaye flicked water at her, "No, no, bad. Anyways, you definitely should go and explore though. Meanwhile, share more tea, Ranko!"

There was a chorus of 'awws' and Cory smiled, glancing over, "Wow... So, really went for an enemies to frenemies to lovers arc..."

She chuckled, yawning a bit, "Man, every man or woman I get with though is a fight for what's real or not though. It's a struggle."

Though she is curious about the girl and her backstory, especially if they're gonna be friends.

"Hey, if you want me to fund you, I demand to host a bachelorette party outside the country. You just have to agree to do everything I say." Cory snickered and winced as her legs were also pummeled.

"Oh, no, don't stop. Keep sharing." Shaye grinned as she started working on Cory's hair first while her pedicure began as well, "How did you two meet, Ranko? Maybe Cory can learn something about hooking a man. Or woman. Whoever."

Corypantha rolled her eyes, relaxing and yawning, "Shut up..."

a fox is running down a hill in the mountains ALT: a fox is running down a hill in the mountains

Honestly, when you're taken in by an ancient hag- lady as a mentor that will teach you druidic powers, help you bend sand to your will, and cultivate siren mind control, no one told Corypantha that there will be unwanted attention.

'Fuck.' Cory thought to herself, running on with the eyes of a fox.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⛓️‍💥⫘⫘
“𝚂𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜
𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢
𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗
𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.”

♡ + ↻ .ᐟ
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"Call me and I'll pay for your venue and dress." Corypantha suddenly offered, to which Shaye smiled and looked to Ranko.

"See? A little sob story and she'll buy you whatever you want, Ranko. Go to her if you want your wedding paid for!" Shaye laughed, getting splashed with water by Cory.

"Just the moon is enough." Corypantha corrected her friend, grunting as she got her feet massaged by another staff member, "Speaking of partners... Shaye, you got married?"

"The date is next year. We're still saving up after my dog's surgery and my partner is working hard for a promotion..."

"Ey, you're out of my league, of age or not." Corypantha chuckled, amused by Ranko's words. She hummed, closing her eyes as she was soon tilted back for a hair and face care.

Shaye laughed a little, getting to work too, "You'll have to have stacks of wealth that reaches the sun to get this gal."

I don't feel great.

She felt terrible. She felt like she was gonna get sick. Her hands are shaking, her mind is everywhere, and she wants to...do something about it.

"...are you okay?" She checked on Elixir first before she could bolt, planting her feet firmly on the ground as she faced the man.

Corypantha let out a choked gasp, suddenly pulling away and she covered her mouth, her other hand balled into a fist.

That feeling is gone, replaced with haziness.

So that's why she's called the Sand Siren.

"Sorry." She said monotonely, pulling out a mask and shades to put on, "Sorry, Elixir."

There was a low tone in her voice and it felt...rather soothing.

Like a hand to his scalp, burying in his hair, scratching like one would a cat and it feels...good.

"Elixir? Answer me. You can, right?" She reached over, about to take his hand and the idea of touching this goddess' hand is—