Konpeitou and Certainty ☆

Hiiii ~ ! Welcome to my super *cute* and *pop* tumblr page! Ohohoho ~ What's that? You didn't think I'd be aware of my existence on here? I'm a Witch of the Absolute - you should expect nothing less from a cutting-edge witch like me! And since you're here looking for my smile and blessing, don't forget, human - hard workers will *certainly* be rewarded. I swear it as the Witch of Certainty!

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so i know everyone’s excited about free bones

just remember to drink lots and lots of water graverobbing can be dangerous just be careful uwu

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@certainlysuperpaper

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[furederika]

( insp. )

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i don’t understand why people don’t instantly respond to “what would your dream superpower be” with the ability to manipulate probability. think about it. what’s the chance someone will drop 1mil in front of me? 0%? let’s make that 100%. what’s the probability i’ll wake up tomorrow and be X gender? 100%. what’s the probability my bathtub is filled with mac and cheese? 100%.

[dragoninthedesert]

as a casino employee I can confirm this would be terrifying as fuck

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[certainlysuperpaper]

Now this one the Witch delivered herself. She materialized into Lambda's Fragment, sidestepped the giant pot of honey and syrup, and walked into the Witch's bedroom. She didn't see her fellow Witch, so she left the box on the pillow and vanished. The card tucked into the blue ribbon read "Happy Valentine's, my dearly beloved Lambda'. Inside was a chocolate feast in the form of a wide range of truffles, from champagne to pistachio.

When Bernkastel vanished, Lambdadelta’s head popped out from within the pot and finally let out the loud yawn she had been holding in. Despite her dramatic leap into the pot, the sleep that had been plaguing her didn’t seemed to be deterred a bit.

With a crack, she was out of the pot, completely dry, and onto her bed, halfway through tearing it open before the fabric of her dress had even settled.

"Aaaah, this is my job,” she said to the chocolates inside. A cat coming to you was a sign of its loneliness. Lambdadelta had had plans, but then she’d promptly fallen asleep. Again. And then again. She took a bite of a chocolate - (guilt-flavoured, clearly) - and chewed with a frown. Something last minute, something last minute…

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せりぬまらら

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I miss these two…

[certainlysuperpaper]

*throws a Bernkastel plushe at you and runs away fast*

*Distraction successful! She has latched onto the Bernkastel plushie and has eyes for nothing else*

>You found: 1 x Bernkastel plushie!

[certainlysuperpaper]

It's the witch of darkness. Search for her and you'll find out why you can't reach your Bern.

Witch of Darkness? What kind of lame name is that? Are you sure this isn't some human pretending to be something they're not? This isn't some light-novel, iiii~diot!

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http://wwwew.web.fc2.com/

[certainlysuperpaper]

LAMBDA. THERE IS SOMEONE ACTIVELY KEEPING YOU FROM FINDING BERN FOR HER OWN REASONS. AND I KNOW WHO IT IS

...................................... Yeah?

[ryouverua]

Sorry for the (extreme) lateness!

AAAAH LOOK AT THESE CUTIES

[certainlysuperpaper]

rabbitandtherose and baiganr-altaica are pursuing certainty

"Hm? Who are you guys?"

The desire for a certain future had brought her, of course, as well as the hopes of another interesting world. After her unexpected nap, it was important to keep herself busy - at this point, even the most fleeting entertainment would do.

"Come on, don't be shy. You've got the attention of the great <Lady Lambdadelta>, you know? So chop chop!"

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xfurude is pursuing certainty

Swing and a miss.

She was gnawing on her thumbnail before she realized her hand was gloved. Damn it! The nap had made her dull - or it had been so long since she'd truly searched for Bernkastel that she had forgotten how hard it really was.

... Hopefully, Bern wouldn't mind her bothering the old shell. It was all in pursuit of her, anyway.

"Hey! Heee~eeeey!"

[certainlysuperpaper]

sweetmurderdoll is being pursued by pursuing certainty

[certainlysuperpaper]

How long had she been asleep for? That was the question in her mind once she’d devoured most of her gifts. It certainly hadn’t been as long as some of her worst, but it hadn’t been a cat nap - the gifts left by Bernkastel alone were evidence enough of that. How long had the space between gifts been? Where was she now?

Yes, that was the first order of business (the only one, really). Where is Bernkastel?

With the sort of determination she proudly lorded over, Lambdadelta zipped through fragment after fragment until she finally landed in the office of someone who ought to have some idea, at the very least. What good were bureaucrats if they didn’t know where her precious Bern was?

Bang!And with her loud appearance, there was a shower of candy all over the pristine office. Oops.

[sweetmurderdoll]

What a terrible mess! Sweets and treats of every imaginable small size littered the floor, announcing the entrance of the spritely witch to the current agency aligned with Heaven’s best. It stirred a commotion behind the closed golden doors of which hastily opened but a slip between them. “C-Commander Dlanor, is everything—?”

"It’s FINE. Kindly close appointments for the DAY."

—well, stirred every other angel into a concerned frenzy except the one doll whose office this belonged to. The golden-eyed inquisitor sat plainly at her desk of which was occupied and surrounded with neat stacks of paper. She stared at the girl garbed in cotton candy with a dull expectancy as she sipped at her tea, the set of which rested upon some of the aforementioned stacks and perfumed the air with a puerile sweetness… Had she predicted the certain witch’s arrival?

"Greetings, Lady Lambdadelta," said the archbishop once her aide resigned to leave them both alone. "Please have a seat—what brings you here TODAY?"

Nonetheless, the child went straight into the heart of the matter. To give witches even a blatant opportunity to dodge around her was… well, unfavourable.

[certainlysuperpaper]

"Bernkastel is - !"

... Was the first thing out of her mouth before the rest of her caught up to her mind, and she started gasping for breath. Probably a little too dramatically, mind you, but who would she be without her flair for the dramatic?

She dropped onto the chair in front of the desk, ignoring all the commotion behind her. Moodily, she grabbed the second tea cup and slurped it rather noisily. It was difficult to misinterpret her state of mind.