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a dialogue list for angry love confessions

prompt list by @novelbear | very slight cw for cursing!

"if you can't figure it out by now, then i don't have anything else to tell you."

"i thought that if i did all of this and came all this way, it would finally click for you."

"come back to me when you figure it out."

"i am done. i'm done waiting for you."

"i'm in love with you, you dumbass."

"what the hell did you think i meant by that?"

"i've been stupid enough to keep chasing after you."

"you knew. you knew i loved you and took full advantage of the fact that i'd do anything for you. and i knew that. i just kept at it hoping that one day you'd value me just as much."

"i've been following you around like a lost puppy since the day we met, yet you couldn't see?"

"i dropped everything to be with you! everything!"

"why do i keep doing this to myself..."

"i'm not losing the one person i love because of some stupid shit."

"is that what you wanted to hear? are you happy?"

"what do you think i've been doing this for?"

"i had thought all of this would be so different for us."

"don't you want the same?"

"god, how blind can you be?"

"open your eyes!"

"i've wasted years of my life chasing after someone who couldn't give a fuck about me..."

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I didn't find any matching icons for the new wuchang skins so i made them myself :>

hope this post helped you <3

#wu chang #idv #idv icons #wu chang icons #wuchangidv #brilliant polaris wu chang #xie bian #fan wujiu #xie bian icons #fan wujiu icons

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pls can u write ANYTHING for a pretty boy x gn! reader? no one writes 4 him n im so desperate u don't understand 😭

In all honesty, I can agree with this. The lack of Intersection Pretty Boy fics just makes me- GGGGGGGGG

Also, sorry for the long wait!! Honestly, I had to rack my small brain for some prompts that would make a good scenario so- Ehe..??? HOW MANY YEARS??? THIS IS THE LONGEST I THINK THAT A BLOG HAS RELEASED ITS FIRST POST AND I'M HONESTLY SO SORRY I PROMISE I'LL DO MY BEST WITH THE OTHERS IT WOULDN'T BE A YEAR LONG WAIT I SWEAR--

Within the Fog

The town of Nanchou-Shi was eccentric in its own right. With the obsession of the townsfolk over intersection fortune telling and the rumors of the ghost that haunts the town's tradition, the Intersection Pretty Boy. Though intersection fortune telling was something that people mostly do in search of that one seed of hope, the circulating cases proved otherwise. If not, it proved to be more dangerous than helpful.

In truth, the strange problem of the town seemed to have beckoned a morbid curiosity within you. The fact that these unfortunate souls met their ends when all they wanted was hope for their romantic struggles was a tragedy in its own right. Yet not only were they caused by random strangers that happened to pass by, but the most intriguing part was that the victims would often talk of a beautiful boy in black wearing red lipstick. He was an unknown entity that piqued the fear and interest of many.

With the mystery of the Intersection Pretty Boy's origin and identity, all fingers are pointed at your unfortunate friend, Fukata Ryusuke, claiming he was the Intersection Pretty Boy. But doubt would always wrap your mind in its shadowy cloak as you think of the connection between the Intersection Pretty Boy and Ryusuke. He never wore earrings, nor had you seen him owning red lipstick. Yet the tension of his posture and the sweat trailing down his face roused your suspicion.

As usual, the rumors regarding Intersection Fortune telling had been one of the school's favorite topics to gossip about, and your piercing gaze with the worried glances of Midori was of no help as Ryusuke struggled through the day.

Through the classroom window, it was easy to know that it was another gloomy day in Nanchou-Shi. Though the school had sheltered the students from the fog, they couldn't stay in school for long. But it was a thought that barely reached their restless minds, for what drowns their caution was the overpowering curiosity and temptation of Intersection Fortunetelling. Ryusuke never seemed to do it for the sake of his struggles, but it seemed more of a responsibility for him, one that seemed to come at the price of his well-being. As the fog hung in the air, he'd walk through the town, passing through intersections and giving advice. As days went by, curiosity crept from behind, slowly engulfing your mind as the image of what remained of your friend, Ryusuke, would occasionally flash within your mind. How thin he had become, how dull his eyes would come. He seemed like a dead man walking.

Your thoughts continued to dive deep into the intriguing mystery of Nanchou-Shi. But with the chilling hush of the wind, you were dragged back into reality, your view obscured by the overwhelming fog. "Tsk… Lost. I shouldn't have spaced out like that." Frustration clung from the back of your head as you internally scolded yourself. Helpless, you tried to navigate through the fog, wishing for something to enter your line of sight, perhaps a wall or a sign. And so, your wish came true as gray walls entered your line of sight, concealed by a veil of fog. Towards the wall, you walked. Mind running through memories to see if this wall was a puzzle piece to a place you've walked past at some point. But to no avail, your thoughts froze as your fingers made contact with the sharp turn of the wall.

You were at an intersection.

Cold realization struck as you froze in your spot. It felt like the wall was absorbing your hand, refusing to let you escape. The silent atmosphere of Nanchou-Shi felt more ominous as your eyes darted around the fog, paranoia creeping in like a silent predator. Was that figure walking towards you just a figment of your imagination? A hallucination? A tall, slim figure walked through the fog, seemingly unaffected by the heavy fog. It wasn't in a hurry like a businessman running late for work or a daydreaming student idly walking from school with their bag in hand or shoulder. The figure strolled casually, the rhythmic clack of their footsteps growing nearer and louder.

Paranoia turned to panic as your silently wary mind exploded into a flurry of thoughts. Whether you believed in the tales of the Black-Clothed ghost or thought it was just an elaborate cover for someone's crimes, you knew the outcome was inevitably grim.

The fog soon made way for the figure, revealing an otherworldly beauty. Eyes devoid of life, red-stained lips curved in a small yet mysterious smile, he wore no other color than black. The fog didn't seem like an entity of its own, but rather, it was akin to a veil that lovingly embraced him.

And as your eyes found him, it felt as if your heart froze. It was a contrast to your mind running in a storm of frenzy. Yet like the calmness in a storm's eye, one thought echoed in your mind like a voice lost within a looming cave.

Run.

With sudden courage, you ran from the intersection. Your beating heart echoed in your ears as the heaving of your breath grazed past your auditory senses. Yet none of those seemed to drown the echoing footsteps of the Intersection Pretty Boy. The image of the tall ghost was carved in your mind as you ran through the streets of Nanchou-Shi, using every turn to your advantage. But no matter how many turns you took, the chill that clung to your back didn't fade.

With the doubtful reassurance of your mind, you finally slowed your pace as you leaned on a lamp post for support, catching your breath. As you looked up, your eyes met the all-too-familiar gaze of Ryusuke. His confused gaze set upon you as he approached you with caution. "(Y/n)..?" The sickly-looking boy gazed at you, cold sweat trailing down his cheek as he took in your disheveled appearance. With the haunting image of the Intersection Pretty Boy flashing in your mind, you chuckled as you smiled at Ryusuke. Finally, in the presence of a familiar face, the veil of caution and fear slowly slipped from your mind, leaving only a tiny stain of vigilance within your mind.

"Ryusuke! " A sigh of relief escaped from your lips which curled into a smile that Ryusuke reciprocated with an uneasy smile, shoving his hands in the pocket of his uniform slacks. The fragile smile on his face dropped, unease flooding through his eyes as he looked at you as he spoke. "I didn't expect that I'd see you here…" With his hands still in his pocket, he walked past you. The Black-Clothed Ghost loomed over you, and he stood with his back straight. Ryusuke, though he hid his hands in his pocket, walked with a slouched back and heavy shoulders.

"… The fog's heavy. You should go home." He said as he looked at you over his shoulder. Unlike the ghost, who seemed at home in the fog, Ryusuke seemed like a fearful prey within the heavy fog. As his figure disappeared into the heavy fog, you struggled to take in your surroundings through the heaviness of the fog. Relief flooded over you the moment you recognized the streets.

You were finally near your home.

Finally, inside the safety of your home, you hurried towards the privacy of your room and into the comfort of your bed. After your eventful walk back home, you were too tired to get back up from your bed to change out of your uniform. The softness of the bed was just too comforting for you to leave as your eyes shut, slipping into your dreams.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself on the cold streets of Nanchou-Shi. Upon noticing the familiar fog surrounding you, your eyes widened as you sat up and looked around. Echoes of steady footsteps reached your ears, sending your blood running cold as you turned your head to see the all-too-familiar silhouette of a looming figure.

As the silhouette grew nearer and nearer, your mind began to yell at you to run. But as you tried to stand and run, you couldn't. Your body felt as if it was frozen, glued in place. Why? You couldn't move your own body, and he was nearing you. His eyes were an empty void of lifeless white. With his red-stained smile, you could feel his gaze on you.

At last, you managed to stand to your feet, taking your steps back, away from him. Set on running away from him, you finally turned away and ran deeper into the endless fog. You couldn't tell where you were going. Your mind plagued with fear as the sounds of his footsteps didn't seem to disappear the more you tried to run from him.

It only seemed as if your attempt was futile. Wordlessly, he appeared from within the fog and walked past you. Each time he opened those red-colored lips, you ran faster, not wanting to hear any words coming out of his mouth. The more you ran, the more it seemed like you were in a desolate town. You expected to run into someone, perhaps Ryusuke, but there was no one except the Black-Clothed Ghost.

Feeling your heart hammer through your ribs as you ran deeper within the fog, breathing felt heavy as your body gave out. You didn't know how long you were running, and the more you ran, the more pointless it seemed. Countless turns and intersections greeted you, and it only seemed like you were running in circles. No matter how many turns you took, he's always there.

Leaning on a wall as you tried to catch your breath, you lifted your head to find the heartless ghost walking past you with an eerie smile. As you watched him walk past an intersection, a sigh escaped your lips. The momentary relief washed over you as you thanked your luck that you stopped on the length of the walls and not its corners.

Resting your head against the wall behind you, you closed your eyes in hopes of waking up. This was a dream, you were sure of it…

… And you woke up. Not on the streets, and most certainly not on your bed. Turning your head to look over your shoulder, you found yourself leaning against a person's leg. Standing with the back facing you, you let your eyes wander upwards only to find him again. His hands hidden in his pockets, his lithe figure loomed over you who remained on the ground.

Turning his head, he looked over his shoulder. Though his eyes were empty, you felt his gaze at you, felt him staring at you with the seemingly amused smile still on his red-stained lips.

And as his red lips parted, his voice rung to your ears, his words echoing in your mind.

"Never return."

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blending and ???

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Currently(permanently) stuck in my chiper era.

This trend has been stuck in my fyp in tiktok for who knows how long and I decided to join in

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Genshin Impact

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Apparently a lot of people get dialogue punctuation wrong despite having an otherwise solid grasp of grammar, possibly because they’re used to writing essays rather than prose. I don’t wanna be the asshole who complains about writing errors and then doesn’t offer to help, so here are the basics summarized as simply as I could manage on my phone (“dialogue tag” just refers to phrases like “he said,” “she whispered,” “they asked”):

“For most dialogue, use a comma after the sentence and don’t capitalize the next word after the quotation mark,” she said.

“But what if you’re using a question mark rather than a period?” they asked.

“When using a dialogue tag, you never capitalize the word after the quotation mark unless it’s a proper noun!” she snapped.

“When breaking up a single sentence with a dialogue tag,” she said, “use commas.”

“This is a single sentence,” she said. “Now, this is a second stand-alone sentence, so there’s no comma after ‘she said.’”

“There’s no dialogue tag after this sentence, so end it with a period rather than a comma.” She frowned, suddenly concerned that the entire post was as unasked for as it was sanctimonious.

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✨In another hundred years✨

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savanaclaw + yuu 

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Some "helpful" reviews, in case anyone is on the fence about watching The Sandman:

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Chapter 1: A Fated Meet

╰┈➤ ❝ [Stay With Me ; Morpheus] ❞

morpheus x fem!reader

warnings: third person pov, 5k+ words, i have not read the comics

The air was warm and husk as the full moon illuminated the small village, livelier than it ever was during the day. Peasants swarmed around, singing and drinking. That was the power of the dark, it brought upon such comfort. Hidden, yet not concealed, had been humanity’s favourable way of living.

Death, the maternal eldest sister of her siblings, quite enjoyed small towns. The first act of life and the final act of death felt intimate among villages, and perhaps it was her yearning to understand humanity, but a mourning village was humanity’s greatest display of love.

Walking beside Death, was her younger brother: Dream. Both of the siblings, The Endless, were out in the Waking World for different reasons.

Death, while doing her job, wanted to walk amongst humans with her brother. She wanted him to connect to the living, awake humans that visited his realm. It had been an old conversation that had carried on for thousands of years.

Dream, in all his ancient and sullen glory, had left his realm to appease his sister.

Keep reading

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NAJDJDKSJNDKSJSNDSJD ABFKNAJDJSJJDNR BARKBAKR BARK BARK BARK I LOVE THIS

Art for December 3, 2021

Happy Birthday, Hisoka!

[Suggest things for me to draw! Or, give me a character and expression!]

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Couple Picrews ♡

※ this isn't a full list, obviously! just some that ive found while using picrew.

Please note: Many of these makers sadly have very limited skintone options, and inclusivity options in general. Unfortunately, picrew makers do not always have sufficient representation.

I will warn when they have no skintone options at all (or barely noticeable ones), but luckily it's usually the first option you pick, so you know if it won't be of use to you.

I plan to add more adequate warnings when I have the time, but as a singular mod (and with 50+ makers currently listed), I apologise that it is currently lacking.

If you use any of these makers, be sure to read their individual rules and always credit / link back to the maker!

"Hold Me Close"

"女の子に負けたい男メーカー" | ※ contains suggestive themes, M/F* only

"元気ゴリゴリ🦍"

"おひるねめーかー🔅"

"おにいさんといっしょ" | ※ M/F* only

"推しぴすきすきメーカー" | ※ M/F* only, no skintone options

"２人ジュースの底"

"なさや式CPメーカー" | ※ M/F* only, but enough customisation to work with (if you have a height difference)

"百合メーカー" | ※ F/F* only

"ふたごちゃんメーカー"

"もちもちめーかー"

"ギュっと手をつなぐ" | ※ no skintone options

"自カプの顔がいいからみて" | ※ M/F* only, no skintone options

"Shall we dance?"

"유령메이커"

"おふたりさん！メーカー"

"이제 알겠다"

"Lamb 더블 픽크루"

"Aci's Couple Maker カップルメーカー"

"담요쿵야"

"男女カップルメーカー"

"ハグ"

"Ina's Couple Creator"

"1027happybirthday"

"よしよしで世界を救え" | ※ no skintone options

"곰돌이랑와악"

"キミに キス" | ※ no skintone options

"볼 빨아먹는 픽크루"

"gay frog"

"向き合う二人" | ※ no skintone options

"Couple Kiss Generator (キスメーカー)" | ※ M/F* only

"couple"

"어떻게 메이커"

"HORONG 2Cut Picrew" | ※ blood warning

"과몰입러등장"

"ちゅーするひとたち" | ※ no skintone options

"みにこっぴ"

"二人oc" | ※ no skintone options

"omochi" | ※ no skintone options

"2배로 귀엽다"

"Marry me!"

"ali's mahou buddies maker"

"頬キスメーカー"

"なかよしメイカー" | ※ no skintone options

"キスクリエーター" | ※ M/F* only

"青春はお前が作るんだよ！"

"おれのわたしのめーかー" | ※ no skintone options

"きゅう式抱っこメーカー" | ※ no skintone options

"俺好みCPメーカー" | ※ M/M* only

"밥그릇 커플" | ※ no skintone options

"ゆうとメーカー" | ※ no skintone options

"見つめ愛メーカー" | ※ M/M* only

"エルネアカップルメーカー" | ※ M/F* only

* obviously body type =/= gender so i apologise for the generalisation, but i prefer to warn when makers aren't customisable in that regard! some are easier to work with than others.

also note: there are some "couple picrews" which depict an adult and a child together, so i have left them out of this list for obvious reasons. i have also left out makers that are meant to be specific people/characters.

I hope these keep you guys busy for a while, enjoy! ^^

I'll try my best to update this list if I find more, so feel free to check back later! ♡

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two tags ehe  though I don’t have anyone to tag-

Relationship status: single ehe

Favourite colour: turquoise, black, pink, blue, teal, cyan- honestly there are so many but lets just say the cooler shades of the pallette

Three favourite foods: Dragonfruits, Iced Latte, Grapes

Song stuck in my head: “Sofia” by Clario

Last song I listened to:  Killshot- magdalena bay

Last thing I googled: Dio vs Jotaro Script

Dream trip: Japan, to see cherry blossoms and go on nuts while buying merch, or anywhere peaceful where i can see most of nature

Anything I want: A hug, Hooky (the graphic novel), 6 months of sleep, dropout from school, a life and motivation to finish my lost unfinished works, also clear skin

Tag Game

Rules: answer 10 questions & tag 10 people you want to know better

Thankies for the tag @moekaneko​ 

Relationship status: Real answer - Single. Other answer - Vane, Lancelot (GBF), Yuno Grinberryall, Nacht Faust, Tsumugi Tsukioka-

Favourite colour: Turquoise, or just greens and blues in general, as well as blacks and greys

Three favourite foods: Red bean boba tea; mini Dutch pancakes (woo its that time of year again); nachos

Song stuck in my head: Snow Halation by µ’s or Lost One’s Weeping by Neru

Last song I listened to: Tachitsuteto Power by 22/7

Last thing I googled: ‘mayo man gintama’ because I had forgotten Hijikata’s name and was discussing him with a friend fufu

Dream trip: Norway/Iceland to see the Northern Lights or Japan

Anything I want: For college to finish quicker…and to go get mini Dutch pancakes right now

Tagging: @beepomeepo @franken-x @pandapillow @fandom-kitsune @roadbrrrn @nuga-nareul @thorn-princess

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WHY AM I SEEING THIS JUST NOW I I AJDHISIWJHDIXJWHAJAISBDJEIJAJ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

hello, can you draw azami when you want to for your daily art? it's okay if you don't want to, thank you for reading!!

Art for November 6, 2021

An Azamin for you~

Thank you for requesting, sorry I took a couple days, I really wanted to render him ^u^

[Suggest things for me to draw! Or, give me a character and expression!]

#a3 act addict actors #a3! #i love him #oh my god #I want to kiss your art

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BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK BARJDJJEJ

𝕬𝖓 𝕰𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖘𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖊..

From the depths of sleep, you surface into the waking world, laid on a bed, shaped like a boat with a nest of red silk and velvet pillows. In this dark lair located under the opera theater, what provided light were only the numerous candles that sat atop the intricate antique candelabras. The cascading fabrics of white tainted with time decorated the dark grey walls of the small lair with the pieces and pillars of elegant curls and spirals of gold aged with time. A turn of your head and your (e/c) eyes landed on a looming pipe organ perched atop an elevated ground, an empty stool accompanying the large instrument.

"I see, we've met again."

A voice reached your ears, unfamiliar yet familiar. Another turn of your head. (E/c) eyes made contact with golden amber eyes. "Do you perhaps remember me, dearest wisher?" He leaned on the headboard of the bed on which you lay on. As you were about to answer, the golden-haired man stood on his full height and walked past your form, walking towards the organ.

"A change has been made. The role of the Phantom, given to someone else." Climbing up the small set of stairs that led to the organ, the man lingered in front of the pipe organ, humming a familiar tune, as mesmerizing as the night.

"... Learning of the casting, I had to change it or else I'd face a boot on my face.." The man shuddered as his golden-amber eyes looked into the distance, recalling the time in which a certain beauty stormed to his lair.

"Ah, right... Before we get distracted." The golden-haired man turned around, facing you. "I don't recall that I've reintroduced myself." With a tilt of his head, his eyes glimmered with amusement, "Once again, you may have come to know me as Storian. Don't forget of this face, yes?" He winked as he walked down the stairs and held a hand out for you to take, "Come. I'm sure that you're looking forward to whoever took on the role of the Phantom."

With the help of Storian, you were finally off the bed. In a blink of an eye and you felt the familiar coolness of the night wrap you in an embrace. The candle-lit lair disappeared as you found yourselves in a smaller area, filled with bouquets, a vanity on one side, a full-body mirror located on another side. With your hand on top of Storian's, he led you in front of the full-body mirror.

Taking his place behind you, he patted your shoulder. "Behind that mirror is the Phantom that will star in your story. The Phantom to your Christine, the frame sitting atop the vanity shows the Raoul to your Christine." With that explanation, he finally took his steps back as you turned your head to face the mirror.

Mirror on the Wall,

Who is the Phantom that lingers upon the shadows?

The longer you stare into the mirror, the more entranced you felt, the closer you tried to look, the faint silhouette of a chandelier appeared in the mirror. The heavy curtains of red lifted, showing the stage. A figure cloaked in a black cape was what you saw, standing in the middle of the stage.

The hat sitting atop his head prevented you from satisfying your curiosity. With a lift of his head, a silver lock of hair was what you saw, a mole on the lower left side of his lips.

"Sing for me."

Staring back at you was the sky blue eyes of Azul Ashengrotto, a mask engraved with the design of a nautilus shell covering the upper right of his face.

"It seems that we've got ourselves not a ghost, but a witch... The Witch of the Opera..." Storian hummed to himself as he rested his chin on his hands. "Now, I believe it's time for us to find out who shall compete against the Phantom for your love." Storian led you away from the full-body mirror.

Despite being escorted away from the full-body mirror and towards the vanity, your eyes couldn't tear away from the full-body mirror, his sky blue eyes catching your (e/c) eyes. Bringing a hand up, he extended his gloved hand for you to take. With your eyes still connecting with sky blue ones, your brought your hand up, slow and weighing with hesitation despite the need to take his hand. Your Angel of Music was there, on the other side of the mirror. The urge to take his hand was strong. Had it not been for the voice of Storian snapping you out of your trance, who knew what would've happened as you took his hand.

"Well then!!"

As you were brought back to reality, you wasted not a second as you looked at the man beside you. Greeted by the knowing look of Storian, it didn't take long until you averted your eyes, fidgeting with your fingers and flowing white clothes. Standing rooted to the ground, you have almost forgotten why you were in front of the vanity until the young man beside you decided to speak, amusement lacing his words.

"The story has not yet started, and yet you're already bewitched." Storian walked towards the vanity and leaned on it. "I'll give you the honors of uncovering the picture from the sea of bouquets." Lifting his weight from the vanity, he took his place behind you once again as his golden-amber eyes observed the abundance of bouquets in the Prima Donna's dressing room. While the man busied himself as he looked at the bouquets gathered in the dressing room, you walked towards the vanity, claiming your spot in front of the vanity, carefully moved the bundled flowers aside as you found the small, wooden frame of a picture amid a sea of colorful flowers.

With the vanity now clear of bouquets, you found a single red rose delicately place beside the framed picture of the viscount. Slate grey eyes stared back at you as wine-red locks framed his face. Illuminated by the warm glow of the candles, you found yourself taking in every detail of the picture. Hidden behind his serene expression was the stern glint in his eyes.

Despite the sternness of his expression, you felt a comforting warmth brush over you like delicate curtains dancing through the wind's graceful melody; it was a contrast to the chilling yet enchanting spell of the masked man from the mirror.

Eyes drifted off towards the single rose tied with a ribbon of black wrapped around its stem. A small lavender and red gem delicately sat upon the center of the ribbon bow. As your fingers wrapped around the stem, your eyelids began to close like the heavy stage curtains upon the stage. (E/c) eyes looked up from the rose. Your eyes found nothing but your reflection through the vanity.

With the first notes of the pipe organ, you felt yourself sink back down into the arms of Hypnos.

As your eyelids fell down like curtains covering the stage, your last sight was that of a mirror with not of your reflection, not even of the figure of the silver-haired Witch of the Opera,

But of the Queen of the Opera.

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Glow-laf

Requested by @hb-pickle