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[musicboxesandbeasts-blog]

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This city was filled with faces and smells all indistinct from one another; it drove the Father mad - how he missed even the stench of Yharnam compared to this place. All these faces, and all these smells melted together into one within time, so it almost made his heart glad to recognise a familiar sight as it did surprise him.

A familiar sight. Her clothes had changed much since he last saw her, but the face was there. It was surprising to see her moving around so freely; that doll used to tend to the graves that dotted that hut as still as can be...

He walked up to them; towering above her as he did and looked over her, especially her hands. So lifelike compared to the wooden craftsmanship they used to be...

“Seems we meet again doll. Strange... I recall your fingers being more wooden last time. Did they need to be replaced?”

[darksidescars-blog]

Understand || CA Closed

@astralxclocktower

“Are you lost...or have you found what you were looking for?” 

The lake was frozen over, giving the area a remarkably dead feeling. It was cold -- the kind of cold that bit into the flesh and grasped the soul, forcing one to reconsider their own existence in that moment. And yet, there stood a figure, not a shred of clothing on his scarred torso. His body exemplified pain. Flesh cracked and tormented, his body appearing to have been torn to shreds when stitched haphazardly together with invisible twine, Darth Sion stood, surrounded by white, facing the other lone figure who stood there.

A woman, whose image exuded a feeling which was unfamiliar to him. And that very unfamiliarity made him uncertain. And that uncertainty could not be allowed.

“....Tell me. What do you have to live for?”

[haemoneiron]

tfw you think you might get a kiss on the first date

[bakenyako-blog]

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Oh? Ohh? She would sniff the air, to have a scent she knew all too well fill her senses. The scent of blood was most certainly one that was near impossible to fully dispose of, but the cat wasn’t scared at all. 

In fact, she was only curious as she followed it, only to step directly into crimson, causing her ears to twitch and eyes to narrow. Now she was to smell the same? Not exactly what she’d wanted, but she’d dealt with worse. 

     “You...really ought to invest in some incense. Anyone with a nose can tell you reek of blood, you know.”

She didn’t mean to sound so abrasive, but she honestly meant what she’d said. If someone who hunted what they thought were ‘monsters’ down, she’d have a sense of discomfort about the fate of this individual she’d come across. 

[baricedcoffee]

"Switcheroo"

Send me “Switcheroo!” and I’ll redesign your muse as if they were from my muse’s universe 

   Many a time has the story of a Jedi been forced to be moved into the restricted section of the Archives, in the hopes that foolish Padawans who seek power do not stumble upon past fallacies and attempt to recreate them. The Jedi Master Maria, whose surname has been lost to the ages, is one such Jedi, who sought to exterminate a terrible Dark Side threat, only to be lost to its pull, confined in the depths of a temple which she never should have entered.

   Now, she serves as a guardian of a Sith holy place, barring entrance to horrid secrets which are only whispered of in the nightmares of the lost and the deviant. Her twisted, undying form sunders intruders in desperation that such secrets are kept under lock and key forever, for if they were ever to be released into the galaxy, the last glimmer of hope would be quenched forever by the iron grip of the Dark Side.

[avariciouslust]

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{ ✂~ }        Oh, it felt good to have his babies back. The sound the metal claws made as they were dragged against the cold brick walls of the Ghetto’s alleyways was music to his ears. Gunji looked behind him at the scratches he’d left behind him, a dark chuckle escaping his mouth, abnormally long tongue flitting from pale lips as he made his way around, as though he was the most feared individual there. 

Which he wasn’t. But he could think so if he felt like it.

Passing round a corner was where he saw her. Something about this woman before him screamed deadly. And he liked it. Her outfit made her look this way, at least to him. But Gunji wasn’t scared. Oh no. Not at all. In fact, a challenge like this? With his babies in his possession...?

After all, since he got his claws back, it was in his best interests to skin the first person he saw. And if it was to be this beautiful, deadly lady. He’d have a lot of fun afterwards. Lifting the blade previously used against Kenpei, the executioner launched it towards the woman, in a vague attempt to catch her attention.

    “So. What’s a lovely lady like you doing here then? I’ll assume you’re here to cause trouble, and I’ll give it to ya’...~”

[bandagechoir-blog]

"Switcheroo"

Name of Vocaloid: The Lady Maria

Nickname: ’Lady of the Clock tower’

Favourite Item: dual blades

Associated with by fandom: dolls, guns

Preferred type of music: Melancholy and dark themed. Lighter songs can be created, but it takes a skilled user to bring out the best in them. Songs playing on her association with dolls are not uncommon. The company only fueled this with one of her demo songs.

Demo Songs: Clockwork Clown originally by Hatsune Miku, Dollhouse originally by Melanie Martinez although with the cursing removed, Glory and Gore originally by Lorde.

Maria stands out from other creations due to her enigmatic nature. When speaking, she is rather poetic and tends to be still unless disturbed. Many are hoping more will be revealed about her in the months to come.