i’ve been dancing with the devil // independent, selective, demon original character
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“I will run as fast as I can to wherever my customer desires. I am the Auto Memories Doll, Violet Evergarden.” — Violet Evergarden
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anime : Violet Evergarden
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let her be clear: she is no thief, but a lone lover of the lost. a wandering and curious soul, easily caught by the gleam of half buried treasure, thought discarded / thought forgotten, until weary lament reveals otherwise. there the guilt came, brutally, in waves, crashed atop her head and swallowed her whole: she hadn’t intended to cause such distress
crown breaks still waters, tangible moonlight ripples beneath the surface, and there is no delay in offering back what went missing. instantaneous, tandem to shy smile, apologetic in its form ❛ i ... i heard you were looking for this ❜ / @windfollows , cont
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you should ship w/ me and selene but you won’t bc y'all are cowards
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sheruption.
❛ they’re gorgeous , selene , ❜ she’s bent down to look at the flora , admiring their pure whites , violets , yellows , and all the other hues. ❛ how long have you been growing them? ❜ / @wonderled
they’ve just begun to bloom. dreamlike in their splendour, bold in their colour, and wondrous in how she wove their pattern with childlike intent without a garish mess ❛ as long as i can remember ❜ remember fingers in soil, acquainted with earth before the unforgiving ice, with a face you should remember without the help of paintings and fading photographs. sombre tone, a sad smile: can you miss what you’ve never really known? ❛ this was my mother’s ❜
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rt: every maiden has the ability to control all elements
me, an intellectual: no
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❛ IF YOU HAVE NOWHERE TO GO ❜ mercy to the fallen, kindness to the lost. a sheer pure and honest intent ❛ you should stay with us ❜ // @sheruption
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drklink.
scared ? he has not felt fear as long as he had lived . his creator , master made him into this thing . this monstrous boy had been filled with fury , and melancholy feelings . everyone had feared you , even the princess herself . but yet you still lived , your body was hollow , no heart , no blood . your face ran white . she stands so near , head held high , she stares with a solemn look .
` you are very bold , hm hm hm . . . ❞
NOTHING CONCRETE OFFERED, neither affirmation or denial: perhaps he, himself, is hardly sure. perhaps he dwells in expectation and does not know what to think when she does not conform. how she follows her heart, sure and bold ( they will remember her so, when she is nothing but sea foam on the breaking waves: she went, boldly, into the unknown ), as she has always done. moon loved and resolute, a blooming smile ❛ what is your name? ❜
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❛ SHOULD I BE SCARED OF YOU? ❜ not mockery nor teasing tone, but curious. tilt of crown, blinking eyes, bewildered as though nothing could be more inane a prospect // @drklink
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my own world / my own reality; the open road and new beginnings every day // independent, selective, fairytale divergent little mermaid
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PRECARIOUS ON STANDING RUINS, remnants akin to those discovered beneath the waves. a graveyard, land of forgotten things waiting to be found, and there is no care for the cause of ruin. ships sink still, crushed against betwixt wave and rock, and kingdoms fall. heart bears no intrigue in the morbid, but of treasures within ❛ what was it like before? ❜ // @stillfate
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🎎 HHH
soft affection // accepting
HOW DOES A DARK THING LEARN TO BE SOFT? in stages, as in the phases of the night sky, in how a moon becomes full. she sits in the silver glow of the midnight landscape, flower wreathed crown illuminated by its gentle moonbeams, amongst ancient things as though she belongs ( and in a way, she does ). she sits next to the shadow, the unwanted reflection of a hero unknown, declared irredeemable by mortal men as though a living soul could never be good. she sits, and does not see what they see. here, a boy who lives despite his design, tries to be more than the nature of his birth, and it is no wisdom that enlightens her, but a deep rooted kindness unfettered by the words and whims of man
nonetheless, supposed horrors are nothing compared to the beasts of the darkest depths: his fangs dull against the jaws of a great white, the gleaming crimson of his eyes naught to the alluring danger of the angler fish. perhaps that is why she can approach him with bustling excitement, sparkling eyes and gentle thrumming and nary a care in the world because what could hope to compare to the treasure she has just caught
❛ shadow, look! ❜ enthusiasm bleeds into tone as she leans closer, ignoring how her body brushes lightly against his, leg against leg / side to side, just so that he may see it better. hands, made a makeshift cage, split apart and, almost hesitantly, out flutters a single firefly, its golden glow gentle against the blue of the night as it hovers betwixt two ( it flitters closer to her, starlike in design. she has always had a way with animals ), illuminating the wonder that shines within her eyes ❛ isn’t it pretty? ❜
@drklink
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Soft Affection
Send in an icon for my muse to:
🎀 Play with your muse’s hair
✋ brush fingers/hold hands
👉 Gently poke or prod yours
💐 give a gift
🎎 sit close enough to brush knees/lean against yours
🛌 take a nap with yours
🖐 tracing fingers against your muse’ skin or over a scar/other
🍫 quietly hand over a treat/food item
☺ stroke your muse’s cheek/face
🧥 be found wearing your muse’s sweater/coat/article of clothing
✨+ add your own
🐱 to reverse
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ice and fire, life and death // @wonderled & @sheruption
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KIKU 鞠婧祎 JU JINGYI
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