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ANDRINY HEMSWORTH 2.0 . ANDRINY HEMSWORTH 2.0 . ANDRINY HEMSWORTH 2.0 . ANDRINY HEMSWORTH 2.0 . ANDRINY HEMSWORTH 2.0 . ANDRINY HEMSWORTH 2.0 . ANDRINY HEMSWORTH 2.0 . ANDRINY HEMSWORTH 2.0 . ANDRINY HEMSWORTH 2.0 .
I WILL STAB YOUR HEART OUT . MARK MY WORDS . YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THAT .
Orange Lily, Borage, Bittersweet, Butterfly weed. -------------------------------------
S was yet again, overworking herself. A dim, yellow light omitted to the side of the dark, wooden desk as she worked. She glanced over to see a tarantula and didn't pay much attention to it at first, before taking a second glance, noticing the faint, glowing strings attached to it.
She immediately got up from her seat, her dip pen rattling against the wooden desk.
``. . . What ? How—. . . No . Of course that witch found me .`` S said, her voice surprisingly calm. But on the inside, she was boiling with anger. She knew this was coming eventually.
Reluctantly, she took the flamed rose. She proceeded to try and suck the life out of it by squeezing the stem, her facial expression looking like a ruthless killer. And yet, it didn't work.
She grumbled, realizing that it was tainted with some sort of immortality. She wouldn't know what to do with it. Throw it in the trash? ...No, that could catch fire. Throw it outside? Maybe, though you'd have to be careful where you threw it. You don't want it to end up touching the grass of Cozbi's Garden. It could spread like wildfire. Use it as a light source? That could work... She would just have to be wary of if the rose had any eyes or not from time to time...
NO! What was she thinking? She could just drop it off some place random outside the garden. She teleported to a hustling city and ducked into an alleyway. She held the rose at the tip of its stem, and just placed it on the ground. She stomped on it a few times before teleporting back and sighing.
``One day, I stopped falling in love with you for a good reason . I don't even know why I liked you . I was a fool , and I'm not repeating the same mistake again .`` She muttered coldly.
no one told your forgetful self? flying cow is you x Liz
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Get away from me . Now .
You people are sick if you think I actually like that stalking , naive , selfish idiot .
S was taking a usual stroll around the Sorcus memorial, a place where the previous unworthy dead ruler was honored. She spotted something rather... Odd in the distance. It was a very faint red on one of the pillars that surrounded the statue of Sorcus.
As she approached it, she realized it was her. One of those eyes. Watching her. Again. She felt a deep anger boil inside her, until she thought of something. She put on a fake smile and crouched down to meet the eye face to face.
``Would you like something to think about ? It's something I remember . Hm ? Yes ? Okay . I recall that I thought your eyes were quite . . . Pretty .``
S said, and right then after punched the eye, breaking the pillar.
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A loud, ominous scream was heard.
The audacity .
Among the mist, the sounds of people gasping for air.
She has got SOME nerve , assuming she can get AWAY with that .
One by one, they all tumbled to the ground.
Ha . . . Ha .
S unsheathed her scythe and walked towards a grave. She lifted it up, only to tap on it lightly. White fragments released into the air, then slowly dissipated, one by one.
If the theory is true , I need to scavenge for those scissors and quick . My fucking scissors - WHERE ARE THEY ?!
A child's wails were caught in the scramble. S instantly turned her head and locked eyes on him like he was a target. She slowly walked over towards him and kneeled down.
They aren't dead . Just . . . Having their memories rearranged . And so shall you . : )
S whisked the purple air over the child and watched it collapse in sudden exhaustion. She sighed, then hummed a familiar tune. A lullaby.
The lonely crow . . . ~ , sings the songs of sorrow . For nobody to see , for nobody to hear . . . ~
She patted the child lightly on the head and got up, dusting herself off. She carved out a portal and leaped in.
hello your least favorite author here speaking on behalf of your least favorite person
she does not know im contacting you
FUCKING?? OW? THAT MUSTVE HURT
um thanks for doing my job and both traumatizing my oc AND dooming my yuri
sharpen your scythe. by the way. um. it’ll come in handy. I think. okay bye
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Noted . Now refrain from contacting me unless you want to be my next test subject to check the sharpness of my scythe .
I scream inside to deal with it , like :
" Ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh ."
No .
Like :
Aaaaaa . . . .
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That felt great .
I will not hesitate to get rid of this eye if you plan to be absolutely useless .
