‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩．

⠀⠀⠀death⠀⠀⠀⠀abides⠀⠀⠀⠀no⠀⠀⠀⠀reason,⠀⠀⠀⠀ for⠀⠀⠀⠀𓉸ྀི⠀⠀⠀⠀it⠀⠀⠀⠀cannot⠀⠀⠀⠀be⠀⠀⠀⠀defied:

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

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𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀, the shade of death. temp info. / written by vinn for #genshinrp. adult mun, MDNI. dd themes apply.
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

@golddottir 🫩

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

@golddottir gayass…

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

@golddottir gayass…

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

?Hello.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

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what is ay oh three.
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[𝙰𝐋𝖇ᴱ𐍂𝐈C𝚑 @frostkist]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒻r𝚘𝔷en ᴵᴺ ܓ𝔱𝚒me.

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

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i am not asking for your admiration, nor do i expect it. however, * respect is the least you can offer, given the authority i have.
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[︎ ︎ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎. ︎ ︎ ︎ ☽ ︎ ︎ ︎ @sacrificialire]

i do* yearn for it. you and your rules set that precident for* me when you cursed my people. did you expect me to look at you with anything but contempt?

[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

@first0feleven ⠀
(she finds it in herself to heed his warnings. ; it’d be most suboptimal if she were killed, at least right now. half her guard is let down.) are you complimenting me, or * threatening?
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

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🫩
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

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you’d think a person who’s been alive as long as you would yearn for death. but perhaps you only feel as though death laughs in your face.
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

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a keen deduction. do Not poke at me.
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[‍‍‍ ‍ ⟡ ‍ ‍ ᵒᵇ 𝓈𝚎͜͡𝚛𝑣𝔢𝗋 ܸ ꜝ @stellargence]

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haha im in Trouble
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[‍‍‍ ‍ ⟡ ‍ ‍ ᵒᵇ 𝓈𝚎͜͡𝚛𝑣𝔢𝗋 ܸ ꜝ @stellargence]

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touches you with my ahoge
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[ᅠᅠ﹙ɴᴇᴡ﹚ᅠᅠ𝕭 ▮ 𝓐𝑳𝑳𝑨𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐑 @lotusbitings]

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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

@first0feleven ⠀
why should i humor you? (an affronted, clipped laughter, / hand slapping his away.) you are out of your mind. truly.
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

@first0feleven ⠀
(observe is what she does, and nothing else. for now.) i doubt that would curb your desire to die. as such, i believe i shall take my leave.
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[‍ ‍ ‍ 𝕯ᴱ͟ᴬ͟𝘵𝘩． @graventity]

@first0feleven ⠀
i am sure you yearn for the sweet release of death. (prideful chin rises, and she doesn’t move an inch.) i am sure you are 𝑓𝑖𝑥𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 with it. ——— but i will not grant you it.
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