𝕿𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐘𝐄 .
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𝐈 𝐀𝐌
𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂 .

theworldinmyhands.bsky.social

the way his opponent talks about women makes me sick.
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social

the outcomes of these matters will be entertaining, at least.

the pages write themselves.
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social

girl. i said “i predict.”
i’ve used no sort of external power to come to that conclusion.

[* he rolls his eyes. the house always gives him a hard time, and its owner is no different. ]

need i say, “i think i have a winning hand” ?
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social

more than i’d like it to be.

[* he chuckles. watching his new card be added to his hand, face down on the dealer’s table. ]

though, i do predict a winning.
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social

the third eye will stay closed.
you have my soul on that, 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆.

the all - seeing like to have fun, too.
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social


i am oliver leblanc. i could possibly be shipped.
but me, as a character, am not too interested.
i can see all and feel all. i am omnipotent.
understand that i can see you and your
character.

theworldinmyhands.bsky.social


𝐈 𝐀𝐌
𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂 .

theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
“whatever your little junie bug knows, i know too.”

a sigh, eyes looking off to the side in a sort of odd peace with himself.

“and whatever you know.” the lids of his eyes fall shut, a sort of taunting tone within his voice. “i know too.”
zenchirooriolon.bsky.social
A hand moves up to the back of Zen's neck. He lets out an awkward chuckle.

"O-oh are you a fan? Didn't expect to find someone who enjoys my writings out here. Only my June bug knew I was an author."

He was getting uncomfortable, fast.
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
“excuse me then then, storyteller.”

a bow of apologies before standing back upright, holding his hat in place.

“i know enough. the publishers must be quite confused.”
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
“excuse me then then, storyteller.”

a bow of apologies before standing back upright, holding his hat in place.

“i know enough. the publishers must be quite confused.”
zenchirooriolon.bsky.social
"Mhm... well then let me rephrase my question. What exactly do you know about us?"

There was a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"And don't call me honey, I just met you. Save it for after the first date."
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
“told?”

a raise of an eyebrow, tall figure leaning forward with a a sly smirk.

“oh, no, no. honey, i’m not told things. i know things, see? everything that’s every happened, and everything that will happen.”

a single and curt nod.

“i’m a fortune teller of sorts.”
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
“told?”

a raise of an eyebrow, tall figure leaning forward with a a sly smirk.

“oh, no, no. honey, i’m not told things. i know things, see? everything that’s every happened, and everything that will happen.”

a single and curt nod.

“i’m a fortune teller of sorts.”
zenchirooriolon.bsky.social
Zen fixes his glasses, awkwardly clearing his throat.

“Been here and there before, not surprised someone I’m not too familiar with knows my name. Bit more concerned on you mentioning history.”

“What exactly have you been told?”
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
“i believe you heard me, zenchiro. i mean, me knowing your name when this is our first encounter should tell you what you need, hm?”

he chuckles underneath his breath, shaking his head as he tips his hat forwards.

“you and the mrs. have quite the history, no?”
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
“i believe you heard me, zenchiro. i mean, me knowing your name when this is our first encounter should tell you what you need, hm?”

he chuckles underneath his breath, shaking his head as he tips his hat forwards.

“you and the mrs. have quite the history, no?”
zenchirooriolon.bsky.social
"What..."

Sure there are powerful people around here, but most of them aren't as willy nilly with their powers as this.

The voice in the back of his head wasn't approving of this.
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
“the short answer is that some little whiny, drug-addicted brat begged me to bring her back to life.”

he rolls his eyes, summoning has cane in order to have at least something to lean on.

“i obliged and rewrote the multiverse as i saw fit.”
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
“the short answer is that some little whiny, drug-addicted brat begged me to bring her back to life.”

he rolls his eyes, summoning has cane in order to have at least something to lean on.

“i obliged and rewrote the multiverse as i saw fit.”
zenchirooriolon.bsky.social
"What exactly is that supposed to mean? Take me for some kind of stalker?"

He rolls his eyes at the well dressed man.

"Just tell me it quick. Even if it would be a drastic oversimplification."
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
pinching the bridge of his nose. it always gated explaining this.

“well, zenchiro. it’s a long story. one that i’m, very much, surprised you are unaware of.. i mean, with your talents, i thought you would know.”
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
pinching the bridge of his nose. it always gated explaining this.

“well, zenchiro. it’s a long story. one that i’m, very much, surprised you are unaware of.. i mean, with your talents, i thought you would know.”
zenchirooriolon.bsky.social
Zen flinches at the simple explanation. There was something that seemed to flicker behind his eye.

"...why? How even??"
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
“of course i know why. it was me.”
zenchirooriolon.bsky.social
"You know why the hell my wife is suddenly alive again?"
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
oi. i need EVERYONE to stop talking to her. right now.

so i can EXPLAIN to her what’s happened.
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
oi. i need EVERYONE to stop talking to her. right now.

so i can EXPLAIN to her what’s happened.
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
❝ as for me, my name is oliver leblanc. a watcher and overseer of the multiverse. i 𝙩𝙧𝙮 to keep everything in line, but the job gets pretty difficult at times. ❞
theworldinmyhands.bsky.social
❝ the “mun?” ah. i guess that would be archie, wouldn’t it now? yes! they’re an adult and their pronouns are they/them, i remember now. ❞