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Joined March 2025
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⠀ ⠀ִ ࣪𖤐 【 DARK RED 】 SPLATTERS ... ⠀ ⠀ִ ࣪YET TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE ⠀ ⠀ִ ࣪SWEET WINE ╱ FRESH BLOOD.
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Êtes-vous française? Eh bien, je suis en vie au moins.
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⠀ ⠀ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ The sky be͟n͟d͟s͟ gently to their will, yet trembles when they ri͟s͟e͟ . ϟ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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﹙ Overheard; he has the exact same sentiments. He doesn't speak a lick of Greek and even saying 'didaskalos' was a chore and a half to the boy. ﹚
Replying to @SYNDKAE
i fear i need someone to explain to me the hierarchy and the difference between kathegetes, synedrions, and didaskalos like i’m 5.
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お母さん、I will never speak against the gods again. I’m sure this is their retaliation—a reckoning. Is this fate punishment? Cruel, the gods can be so cruel.
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Did this guy just lowkey wish for my death?
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Oh, God. 自己紹介?
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Haven't had to do an introduction in years. This is kinda nostalgic.
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Ah, dang it. He'll have to keep his side comments to himself, then.
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Haha... ha...
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⠀ ⠀ִ ࣪𖤐 【 DARK RED 】 SPLATTERS ... ⠀ ⠀ִ ࣪YET TOO DRUNK TO RECOGNIZE ⠀ ⠀ִ ࣪SWEET WINE ╱ FRESH BLOOD.
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Something tickles the back of his head—a gnawing sensation, irritating, bugging, urging him to drag the tips of his fingers along every door he encounters. Others may call it divine—he calls it ADHD.
Replying to @SCIONSQR04
⠀ because really, what else was the universe going to do to someone who alphabetized his tea ? ⠀
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This dorm room seems different. Glows different—as if tainted with the pull of Fate. Golden thread spins and forges a rock from his hand to the door, twisting, turning, gripping—Akira's shoulder crashing upon the doorframe. ﹙ It hurts. ﹚
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“Anyone in there?” He hasn’t asked for any other door, but something compels him to do it now. Demigod’s intuition be damned.
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