Greetings! The name is Time Lizzy, or Time as my friends call me. They/Them pronouns. I love to try new things, draw, sing, dance, garden, and I do some witchcraft in my free time. I'm a Hetalia role playing partner if you guys are interested.
You can control the probability of things around you. When something will start, who will win, etc. You change the probability of getting an A on your test. When you get it back, you see there’s an F, with a note reading, “Don’t try your magic on me.”
You’ve always loved watching waves crash against cliffs. As you grew, you began to paint them, spending many a day watching from different angles, capturing the chaos of foam and water in acrylic and oil. One day, when painting at the top of the cliff, you fall, and brace for death. But it does not come, and instead you feel as if you are cradled by the arms of many. “Oh no,” you hear. “We cannot destroy something that has loved us so beautifully.”
You see shadows differently than everyone else. They ripple like oil slicks in those good and kind, while the worse have shadows that are torn and ragged, fluttering wildly in every breeze. Today, you see one of the oil slick shadows with no one there to make it.
While some villains learned to control the butterfly effect in their will, you, accidentally found that fruitfly effect can be used as counteracting agents.
When you meet your soulmate, you grow your own unique, fantastical body part (hooves, antlers, feathers, etc). At that point, no one (including you) can see it. But once you and your soulmate gain a mutual interest, everyone’s- and your own- wondrous quirks become visible to you. You have finally been able to see your (insert peculiarity). But you don’t know how you got them, because your SM has an incredibly discreet one that you simply have never noticed.
In a world where your thoughts are in your soul mate’s voice, you discover yours when they greet you upon meeting for the first time. You, however, are mute and cannot prove that you’re THEIR soul mate.
Something that remains unknown to the living is that when a person dies, if someone is thinking of that person right as their heart stops, whoever died is now obligated to be the person’s guardian angel. You are a very famous actor and you die in a car crash while in the minds of hundreds of teenage girls.
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