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Soooo ummm I just saw the trailer (I think?) for the new silent hill game and...

Oh mah gawh...

And the colors, the flowers, the design...it made me immediately think of the kyklos and MC 😭

Anyways thanks for listening to my rambling,

vee out ✌️

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Hey so ummm I have a discord server. And umm there's only very few people that chat there now, so umm if you wanna join here's the link:

It's fun here I swear 🙏

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UGH I LOVE HIM SM MY LOVELY BOI AAAA

LYCA ONE CHANCE 🙏

another chapter without Yuri 🥀🥀🥀🥀

TOKYO DEBUNKER GET YURI OUT OF THE BASEMENT

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you know what... I'll take a break from my angst series for now... I'll just go write a lil miniature fic before posting part 2 (angst again cause that's all I know how to write)

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Doodle's of MC I made in class (I was very bored) <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

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Idk if it's just me but...

I've been wondering what happened to the previous ghouls? Wouldn't they be kinda known?? If so, then some of the previous ghouls must be kinda successful?

Like what happened to them? (I know their not plot relevant I'm just curious) Are there any fourth year ghouls were gonna meet once they return when it's time for the gala?

Also wouldn't they be (supposed) kept an I on by the institute? So they definitely need to work for the institute because their ghouls.

Are some of the staff ghouls?

Could gen and mio be fourth year ghouls that will return when it's time for the gala?

Usuwbhsuwjw genuinely curious (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

(also forgive me if I forgot different/some details and some mistakes, I was half asleep typing this)

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Working on part 2 rnnn!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Hey! So umm this is my first fanfic that I will be posting (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) I hope y'all will like this ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／ also this story is inspired by a few fanfics I have read (I forgot the names) so credits to them—and credits to my friends @amellialunarie and @haachikkyun for proof reading this (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

FLOWERS WITHER (prologue)

by: ★veenova★

TW: SU!C!DE, STRONG LANGUAGE!

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

2nd person pov:

You were done. You couldn't take it anymore. You were treated like trash, tossed around from one person to another, a b*tch, a servant, a pushover, you were like a tool to them, you were made a fool.

So here you are now, staring blankly at your ceiling—crying. Thinking ways to end it all, deciding whether you should do it or not… Should you? You didn't know anymore...you don't know if anyone cared about you truly from the beginning… Heh, well that was what you thought… But it doesn't matter anymore, not that anyone was gonna notice you were gone anyway.

You laughed—a sarcastic one. You were being pathetic right now, crying on your floor, sobbing, weeping and broken. You were slowly losing it as you continued crying. Tears running down your already tear stained face, eyes red from all your crying, hair messy from laying on the floor.

You've been at this for hours now, you skipped classes that you were supposed to go to, 'chores' you had to do, and people you had to meet, that was when you suddenly broke down. Weird. That's never happened before... you felt tired. "Haha... maybe I should do it after all..." You muttered to yourself as you felt another tear roll down your cheek.

ᴴᵘʳᵗ.

ᴴᵘʳᵗ. ᴰᴼᴱˢᴺ'ᵀ ᴵᵀ ᴴᵁᴿᵀ?

"̶i̶t̶ h̶u̶r̶t̶s̶"̶ ᴴᵘʳᵗ.

ᴴᵘʳᵗ.

ẹ̿͋̒̕v͒̄ͭ̏̇ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝y҉̃̀̋̑ t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑ f̵͖̜̉ͅẹ̿͋̒̕ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣs̠҉͍͊ͅ s̠҉͍͊ͅo̯̱̊͊͢ ư̡͕̭̇ṇ̤͛̒̍f̵͖̜̉ͅā̤̓̍͘ỉ͔͖̜͌r̴̨̦͕̝

Ỵ̷̡̛̟̱̑̍̀̉̿̿̉O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͔̦͇͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅU̴̡̥̱̫͕̞̐͂͒̑̽̋̐͊̈́͗̚'R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝D̸̢̮̫̰̥̗̘̱͉͙͙̺̫̏͒̅̌. T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝K̶̨̧̧̰̲̉̆Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝ Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝ R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝.

But you just thought of something. Right now. You just thought of it right now. "Let's just do it here." Then maybe that way no one will know. "It has to be the least painful way, right?" You whispered shakily as you managed to calm your crying form, blankly staring at the door in front of you. You dusted your clothes and stood up, letting your body take you where you can find the one thing to help you.

â̸̙͐͑̌̿͛̽ ŕ̶̛̰̱̈́̀́̑̿̾͛͂̈́͗̓̈́̒͘͝️o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓p̸̢̻͓͎̻͙͂͒̋͒̓̃͊̐̔͘͝ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜

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You had fantasies you thought. You had dreams to graduate from the university you've been longing to go to. Find a man you would love, and love you just as dearly. You hadn't expected that your life would end like this... Sure you were surrounded by men but... After all that happened, you did't even know who to trust anymore...

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ. ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

D̸̢̮̫̰̥̗̘̱͉͙͙̺̫̏͒̅̌O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͔̦͇͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅ ️N̴̟̬̠̣͍̹̜̠̘̮͎̥̜̳̖̋͋͛̆́̂̀̅̓̕ͅͅT̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️U̴̡̥̱̫͕̞̐͂͒̑̽̋̐͊̈́͗̚️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝M̴̨̦͓̰̌͆̉̃̄͆͜ͅ. T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝Ỵ̷̡̛̟̱̑̍̀̉̿̿̉'L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅL̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅ B̴̢̠̋̊͑̈̾̑̊͒͗̽Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝Ỵ̷̡̛̟̱̑̍̀̉̿̿̉ Ỵ̷̡̛̟̱̑̍̀̉̿̿̉O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅU̴̡̥̱̫͕̞̐͂͒̑̽̋̐͊̈́͗̚ F̴̢̛̗̹̼̮̲̪̼͕̓͒̃̆̑̊̓̇̔̆̓͝O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͔̦͇͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅR̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️ O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͔̦͇͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅW̴̪̼̩̘͔͒̏̓͐͂̆͑̐͝️N̴̟̬̠̣͍̹̜̠̘̮͎̥̜̳̖̋͋͛̆́̂̀̅̓̕ͅͅ ️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅF̴̢̛̗̹̼̮̲̪̼͕̓͒̃̆̑̊̓̇̔̆̓͝I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝ B̴̢̠̋̊͑̈̾̑̊͒͗̽Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝️N̴̟̬̠̣͍̹̜̠̘̮͎̥̜̳̖̋͋͛̆́̂̀̅̓̕ͅͅĚ̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝F̴̢̛̗̹̼̮̲̪̼͕̓͒̃̆̑̊̓̇̔̆̓͝I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞̒͆̀͝

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ. ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

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You walked in Darkwick's halls with a blank look on your face. Your mind was spiraling with thoughts you've always kept inside, words you've longed to express and shout. Words of how much you've HATED Darkwick—the institute for treating your curse—your life like it was nothing. Words of ABSOLUTE HATRED to those who treated you like a meer object—Leo, Romeo, Jin—this school was bombarded with people that made your life HELL. Order here, bring him that, assignments every night and mission almost all the time. Can a normal human be able handle and endure all of that? No. of course not.

You stayed strong. You tried to keep every last bit of sanity within you. You TRIED SO FUCKING HARD to TRY AND BREAK YOUR CURSE. You TRIED. Now... You don't feel anything… You feel numb… Everything felt numb… YOU CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE.

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As your head ached from the explosion of thoughts in your brain, it was when your eyes landed on a shed at the back of the school. Your eyes lit up. "Could there be one there...?" You asked yourself, pushing open the door that made a 'creak'.

You stepped inside, and it was dusty, but nothing out of the ordinary… You missed that. The word 'ordinary'.

Actually this takes you back to when you tried to escape Darkwick—When you hid inside a closet, trying to run back to the world where everything was... ordinary, simple, safe—the same closet where you met your first friend: Kaito. You now wondered—would he remember you? Would he even notice that you were gone? Well not that it truly mattered anyway...

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You looked around the old shed, looking for any sign of a rope that might be there—you checked the shelves, cabinets, and boxes... OH. You knelt down when you found an old box near a corner of a worn down cabinet. The box was a bit dusty, but not as worn down as the others. You opened the slightly ajar opening of the box—there it was. Your blank eyes managed to show a glint of excitement within them—Holding the material in your hands, you could feel the rough texture from the braided fibers brushing against your palm.

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You quickly hurried back to the cathedral—going in your room with a giddy expression on your face, before dropping.

"What if someone really does care?"

"What if someone does miss you?"

"what if they get worried?"

"What if someone becomes sad?"

"Would they notice?"

"What if you really don't go anywhere after you die?"

"What if it's all dark?"

"What if it hurts?"

What if… No.

You were done giving yourself a reason, You're done convincing yourself that it would be alright. BUT IT'S NOT. IT'S FUCKING NOT. YOU'RE TOO FUCKING TIRED OF IT ALL. ALL THOSE LIES, ALL THOSE GASLIGHTING, ALL THE FALSE HOPE THEY HAD JUST GIVEN YOU WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD… ALL THE RESPONSIBILITY THEY GAVE YOU—THE VERY SAME RESPONSIBILITY THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF. YOU FUCKING HATED ALL OF IT!

ᴴᴬᵀᴱ.

ᴴᴬᵀᴱ.

Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝M̴̨̦͓̰̌͆̉̃̄͆͜ͅ

ᴴᴬᵀᴱ.

ᴴᴬᵀᴱ.

You steeled yourself as your numb hands tied the final knots of the rope that will decide your fate—sobbing quietly in the room that became your supposed temporary home, but now will serve as your final resting place as you feel the numbness take over the rest of your body.

"i can't take it anymore..."

But as the rope surrounded your neck—the corners of your lips twitched into a soft smile—reliving all your best memories—memories where nothing mattered, memories where you were allowed to forget all your problems.

Today is the day you would grow wings, you'd fly away from this birdcage that has kept you here all this time...

You felt the need to say a word but nothing escaped your throat. Your voice cracked and your eyes watered, you still had the soft smile on your lips, before finally letting out your last sigh.

Finally.

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Jiro, baby, my dearest. What does that mean. Jiro. Jiro. Also do you actually remember this? Or is that an assumption based off of your current behavior? Jiro my boy :(

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I accidentally made MC’s hair too dark lol

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Hey! So umm this is my first fanfic that I will be posting (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) I hope y'all will like this ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／ also this story is inspired by a few fanfics I have read (I forgot the names) so credits to them—and credits to my friends @amellialunarie and @haachikkyun for proof reading this (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

FLOWERS WITHER (prologue)

by: ★veenova★

TW: SU!C!DE, STRONG LANGUAGE!

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

2nd person pov:

You were done. You couldn't take it anymore. You were treated like trash, tossed around from one person to another, a b*tch, a servant, a pushover, you were like a tool to them, you were made a fool.

So here you are now, staring blankly at your ceiling—crying. Thinking ways to end it all, deciding whether you should do it or not… Should you? You didn't know anymore...you don't know if anyone cared about you truly from the beginning… Heh, well that was what you thought… But it doesn't matter anymore, not that anyone was gonna notice you were gone anyway.

You laughed—a sarcastic one. You were being pathetic right now, crying on your floor, sobbing, weeping and broken. You were slowly losing it as you continued crying. Tears running down your already tear stained face, eyes red from all your crying, hair messy from laying on the floor.

You've been at this for hours now, you skipped classes that you were supposed to go to, 'chores' you had to do, and people you had to meet, that was when you suddenly broke down. Weird. That's never happened before... you felt tired. "Haha... maybe I should do it after all..." You muttered to yourself as you felt another tear roll down your cheek.

ᴴᵘʳᵗ.

ᴴᵘʳᵗ. ᴰᴼᴱˢᴺ'ᵀ ᴵᵀ ᴴᵁᴿᵀ?

"̶i̶t̶ h̶u̶r̶t̶s̶"̶ ᴴᵘʳᵗ.

ᴴᵘʳᵗ.

ẹ̿͋̒̕v͒̄ͭ̏̇ẹ̿͋̒̕r̴̨̦͕̝y҉̃̀̋̑ t̲̂̓ͩ̑ḣ̖̻͛̓ỉ͔͖̜͌ṇ̤͛̒̍ĝ̽̓̀͑ f̵͖̜̉ͅẹ̿͋̒̕ẹ̿͋̒̕l̙͖̑̾ͣs̠҉͍͊ͅ s̠҉͍͊ͅo̯̱̊͊͢ ư̡͕̭̇ṇ̤͛̒̍f̵͖̜̉ͅā̤̓̍͘ỉ͔͖̜͌r̴̨̦͕̝

Ỵ̷̡̛̟̱̑̍̀̉̿̿̉O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͔̦͇͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅU̴̡̥̱̫͕̞̐͂͒̑̽̋̐͊̈́͗̚'R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝D̸̢̮̫̰̥̗̘̱͉͙͙̺̫̏͒̅̌. T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝K̶̨̧̧̰̲̉̆Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝ Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝ R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝.

But you just thought of something. Right now. You just thought of it right now. "Let's just do it here." Then maybe that way no one will know. "It has to be the least painful way, right?" You whispered shakily as you managed to calm your crying form, blankly staring at the door in front of you. You dusted your clothes and stood up, letting your body take you where you can find the one thing to help you.

â̸̙͐͑̌̿͛̽ ŕ̶̛̰̱̈́̀́̑̿̾͛͂̈́͗̓̈́̒͘͝️o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓p̸̢̻͓͎̻͙͂͒̋͒̓̃͊̐̔͘͝ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜

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You had fantasies you thought. You had dreams to graduate from the university you've been longing to go to. Find a man you would love, and love you just as dearly. You hadn't expected that your life would end like this... Sure you were surrounded by men but... After all that happened, you did't even know who to trust anymore...

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ. ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

D̸̢̮̫̰̥̗̘̱͉͙͙̺̫̏͒̅̌O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͔̦͇͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅ ️N̴̟̬̠̣͍̹̜̠̘̮͎̥̜̳̖̋͋͛̆́̂̀̅̓̕ͅͅT̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️U̴̡̥̱̫͕̞̐͂͒̑̽̋̐͊̈́͗̚️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝M̴̨̦͓̰̌͆̉̃̄͆͜ͅ. T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝Ỵ̷̡̛̟̱̑̍̀̉̿̿̉'L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅL̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅ B̴̢̠̋̊͑̈̾̑̊͒͗̽Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝Ỵ̷̡̛̟̱̑̍̀̉̿̿̉ Ỵ̷̡̛̟̱̑̍̀̉̿̿̉O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅU̴̡̥̱̫͕̞̐͂͒̑̽̋̐͊̈́͗̚ F̴̢̛̗̹̼̮̲̪̼͕̓͒̃̆̑̊̓̇̔̆̓͝O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͔̦͇͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅR̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍R̴͇͌̀̆̍̽͝͠ͅ️ O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͔̦͇͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅW̴̪̼̩̘͔͒̏̓͐͂̆͑̐͝️N̴̟̬̠̣͍̹̜̠̘̮͎̥̜̳̖̋͋͛̆́̂̀̅̓̕ͅͅ ️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝L̴̢̥̞͚̫̠̰̳͍̹͎̠̲̺̳͛̾͌̆́̂̒͗̓͝ͅF̴̢̛̗̹̼̮̲̪̼͕̓͒̃̆̑̊̓̇̔̆̓͝I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞͇̒͆̀͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝ B̴̢̠̋̊͑̈̾̑̊͒͗̽Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝️N̴̟̬̠̣͍̹̜̠̘̮͎̥̜̳̖̋͋͛̆́̂̀̅̓̕ͅͅĚ̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝F̴̢̛̗̹̼̮̲̪̼͕̓͒̃̆̑̊̓̇̔̆̓͝I̸̡̛̳͌̉͋͐͒̍T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝️S̴̨̛͇̺͇͕̟̘͎̗͖̙͍̭̞̒͆̀͝

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ. ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

ᵀᶦʳᵉᵈ.

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You walked in Darkwick's halls with a blank look on your face. Your mind was spiraling with thoughts you've always kept inside, words you've longed to express and shout. Words of how much you've HATED Darkwick—the institute for treating your curse—your life like it was nothing. Words of ABSOLUTE HATRED to those who treated you like a meer object—Leo, Romeo, Jin—this school was bombarded with people that made your life HELL. Order here, bring him that, assignments every night and mission almost all the time. Can a normal human be able handle and endure all of that? No. of course not.

You stayed strong. You tried to keep every last bit of sanity within you. You TRIED SO FUCKING HARD to TRY AND BREAK YOUR CURSE. You TRIED. Now... You don't feel anything… You feel numb… Everything felt numb… YOU CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE.

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As your head ached from the explosion of thoughts in your brain, it was when your eyes landed on a shed at the back of the school. Your eyes lit up. "Could there be one there...?" You asked yourself, pushing open the door that made a 'creak'.

You stepped inside, and it was dusty, but nothing out of the ordinary… You missed that. The word 'ordinary'.

Actually this takes you back to when you tried to escape Darkwick—When you hid inside a closet, trying to run back to the world where everything was... ordinary, simple, safe—the same closet where you met your first friend: Kaito. You now wondered—would he remember you? Would he even notice that you were gone? Well not that it truly mattered anyway...

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You looked around the old shed, looking for any sign of a rope that might be there—you checked the shelves, cabinets, and boxes... OH. You knelt down when you found an old box near a corner of a worn down cabinet. The box was a bit dusty, but not as worn down as the others. You opened the slightly ajar opening of the box—there it was. Your blank eyes managed to show a glint of excitement within them—Holding the material in your hands, you could feel the rough texture from the braided fibers brushing against your palm.

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You quickly hurried back to the cathedral—going in your room with a giddy expression on your face, before dropping.

"What if someone really does care?"

"What if someone does miss you?"

"what if they get worried?"

"What if someone becomes sad?"

"Would they notice?"

"What if you really don't go anywhere after you die?"

"What if it's all dark?"

"What if it hurts?"

What if… No.

You were done giving yourself a reason, You're done convincing yourself that it would be alright. BUT IT'S NOT. IT'S FUCKING NOT. YOU'RE TOO FUCKING TIRED OF IT ALL. ALL THOSE LIES, ALL THOSE GASLIGHTING, ALL THE FALSE HOPE THEY HAD JUST GIVEN YOU WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD… ALL THE RESPONSIBILITY THEY GAVE YOU—THE VERY SAME RESPONSIBILITY THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO TAKE CARE OF. YOU FUCKING HATED ALL OF IT!

ᴴᴬᵀᴱ.

ᴴᴬᵀᴱ.

Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝ T̶̢̧̨̝̺̺̿̑͆̀͋̎̅̓͘̕͝Ḩ̶̳̣̮̻̪̜͍̹̭͓͍̳̼̈́̅́̄̍̀͐́̊̽͌̊̂͂͠͝͝Ě̵̢̧̛̦̼̜̲͕͕͍̤̙͉͓́̅͒̽̍̐͋͜͝M̴̨̦͓̰̌͆̉̃̄͆͜ͅ

ᴴᴬᵀᴱ.

ᴴᴬᵀᴱ.

You steeled yourself as your numb hands tied the final knots of the rope that will decide your fate—sobbing quietly in the room that became your supposed temporary home, but now will serve as your final resting place as you feel the numbness take over the rest of your body.

"i can't take it anymore..."

But as the rope surrounded your neck—the corners of your lips twitched into a soft smile—reliving all your best memories—memories where nothing mattered, memories where you were allowed to forget all your problems.

Today is the day you would grow wings, you'd fly away from this birdcage that has kept you here all this time...

You felt the need to say a word but nothing escaped your throat. Your voice cracked and your eyes watered, you still had the soft smile on your lips, before finally letting out your last sigh.

Finally.

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Anyone knows what chapters/ episode MC interacts with Moby? I need some help...

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can’t we have like a special episode where there’s no mission?

like it’s focused more on mc’s everyday life, her thoughts on things, memories of her past or her life pre-darkwick, studying her curse on herself, reminiscing about her favorite band before it disbanded and how she and her fanclub friends enjoyed the last concert 🥹

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Posting my first angst fanfic here soon, hope y'all will like it (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

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Idc about the ghouls anymore mc's outfits are cute okay

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Plainest of them all? Plain? You meant pretty? Watch your tongue old creep. I LOVE MC DESIGN, ESPECIALLY IN NEW EPISODES. Remember how Ren was stunned when he saw her all dressed up

I agree, devs never gave her flashy outfits like for ghouls. They're pretty simple but SUIT her so well. And you know what's my favourite thing? Devs NEVER SEXUALISES her. Whatever outfit MC wears, she's always manages to look beautiful and innocent. YEAH THAT'S WHAT IT, INNOCENCE REPRESENTING OUR GIRL. Even in two piece swimsuit she looked innocent and pretty, but never sexy or something. What else? I'm so happy devs made her look like a human girl and didn't make her character have 10th size chest, you don't need to sexualise female character to make her good, both inside and outside. Pretty, innocent and fragile but at the same time strong, she's going through a lot of stuff, her haters would never survive if they face it irl. A fragile but strong flower.

Oh, and the cherry on the cake, her eyes. Yeah sure, devs showed us her eyes only twice but damn, HER PINK EYES ARE SO PRETTY. Pink eyes, prettiest eyes I've ever seen. And you know, this thing, them hiding her eyes, it's part of her character design that makes her even prettier.

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Just a bunch of MC drawings I made cause I was bored... ^_^ (ignore the fact I was using a flash light, it was dark ok 💔)