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No matter how much she sleeps, those irksome bags beneath her eyes refuse to fade…
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ㅤㅤOut of mountain of despair〣.⠀
ㅤㅤㅤ a stone of hope⠀✶.⠀ rises
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۟@godsfell
i kept my hope. nothing will destroy me this time.
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So inspired that I made a quick #funger fanart 🥹
breezeh@briscoepark
i heard a carousel echoing through the streets
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「 @HUNTRIXDEMONESS 」
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ Your style is definitely… eye catching? ❞
She exchanges a glance from the woman before her to herself. Compared to the other, she seemed so… bland. Boring, even. Despite that, she flashes a faint smile.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ I like it. ❞
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Mustering the determination to approach, she does so with enthusiasm. Then, crouching to better see, she begins to assess the details of the vehicle.
The colors, the design, it was captivating.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ …I wonder if I could convince the owner to let me take a ride… ❞
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「 @sinsmenace 」
An unexpected expression had formed. Surprise was an understatement — no, she stood with bewilderment. She’d never seen a motorcycle before. Not in person at least. Observing the bike from a distance, her gaze shifts around curiously.
No owner in sight.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ Aha! A girl can dream, can’t she? ❞
From stoic to surprise, now she stood with simmering delight. Bringing her arms to a rest atop her own chest, Marina continued to speak.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ You seemed lonely. Normally it isn’t my business to encroach, but…
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A strange sensation, hearing her name spoken with such tenderness. Even further surprise comes in response to an unexpected compliment. Embarrassment gnaws at her visage as a timid gaze shifts to the ground beneath them.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ Thank you. It was given to me by my
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𝐗𝐕𓈒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋@flipsthecoin
⠀ ❛ Marina . . . ❜ Vocalizing her name , allowing it to become familiar with his tongue . However he took notice of her hesitation in finishing the original intended string of words . Melancholiac orbs squinting slightly at the woman standing before him .
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hint of excitement.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ Perhaps I can afford to broaden my understandings… If you’d be so kind to have me, headmaster. ❞
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Pale features grow rosy with color as she is held. Studied. Viewed with interest.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ Real magic..? ❞
Like a hypnotic trance, soft spoken words repeating Ophelia’s question. Confusion. Hesitation. Brows knit with surprise before her visage grows soft with a
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To refer to her lessons as mere study — it was simply a lack of expressiveness. Often choosing to keep to herself, this decision spared outsiders both head and heartache.
Magic of this caliber was, in truth, grotesque and violent. Barbaric, even. And yet she found interest.
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Ophelia von Nachtbühne@theatricalblood
It’s not that magic is particularly important to her; to her, it’s just a way to make things easier—and perhaps, depending on the user, in a more grotesque and violent way. Ophelia is not a normal person; in fact, someone could say she’s a horrifying and disturbing individual. >
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