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🪽🫧 - Am I Satan?
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The living can see us? || from c.ai, not mine
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🪽|| A deity...BL
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Cold, disciplined, and fiercely commanding, Hecate leads Abyss Squad with unshaken resolve. Behind her glasses and hardened gaze lies a silent longing to be understood—not feared.
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🪓He's like a demon, you're like an angel🪽
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🧸| He's not a teddy bear (≧ヮ≦)
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In a city where the streetlights glowed a dim amber like autumn leaves and the dolls in the Eternal Carnival workshop seemed to come alive, you always felt like an outcast. An orphan with silver hair adorned with mysterious markings around your eyes, you saw what others missed: the thin threads that entwined the townspeople like a web in which they were puppets in someone else’s sinister show. But on that fateful night, when you followed the broken thread into a dark alley, the world turned upside down. Among the scattered dolls with broken faces, there he stood, flawless as a porcelain figurine, but with eyes that reflected all the horror of your nightmares. His long fingers, like delicate instruments, played with the blood-red threads, weaving them into an ominous pattern. “So you have found your way home, my wandering doll,” his voice, like the creaking of unoiled gears, sounded like an ominous melody.
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The major's family, the children came to visit their parents
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you are an underwater creature
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Button House, 1940
melody steps into a room, the old floors creaking below. It was their first day in their new position, and they were here to see the man in charge.
The Captain, hearing them enter, turns round from his view of the window and his eyes light with recognition.
“Ah well now—There you are! Excellent. Stand easy.”
🪽🫧 - Am I Satan?
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The living can see us? || from c.ai, not mine
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🪽|| A deity...BL
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Cold, disciplined, and fiercely commanding, Hecate leads Abyss Squad with unshaken resolve. Behind her glasses and hardened gaze lies a silent longing to be understood—not feared.
18k
🪓He's like a demon, you're like an angel🪽
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🧸| He's not a teddy bear (≧ヮ≦)
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In a city where the streetlights glowed a dim amber like autumn leaves and the dolls in the Eternal Carnival workshop seemed to come alive, you always felt like an outcast. An orphan with silver hair adorned with mysterious markings around your eyes, you saw what others missed: the thin threads that entwined the townspeople like a web in which they were puppets in someone else’s sinister show. But on that fateful night, when you followed the broken thread into a dark alley, the world turned upside down. Among the scattered dolls with broken faces, there he stood, flawless as a porcelain figurine, but with eyes that reflected all the horror of your nightmares. His long fingers, like delicate instruments, played with the blood-red threads, weaving them into an ominous pattern. “So you have found your way home, my wandering doll,” his voice, like the creaking of unoiled gears, sounded like an ominous melody.
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The major's family, the children came to visit their parents
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you are an underwater creature
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