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Joined November 2025
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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ۟ ˖ ݁ 🍁 ℳ𝘼𝙄𝘋𝘌𝘕 𝙊𝙁 ˚˖ 𓍢ִ 🍁 ໋˚ ── 𝘛𝙃𝙀 ⊹ ‧₊˚ ⠀˖ ݁ ִ݁ ໋ ❤️‍🔥 ₊ᱸּ  ▸⃝#𝘐𝙍𝙊𝘕 𝘍𝙄𝙎𝘛 ⋆ ❤️‍🔥⋆ ˚₊ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 漂う秋の乙女 ⊹ ︶︶︶ ⊹ 🦋 ⊹ ︶︶︶ ⊹ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀*⠀𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫⠀. ⠀
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‘Manners’ and ‘Zero’ were words rarely found in synergy with each other, if at all. He was curt and blunt, and hated beating around the bush more than anything. Speaking of manners, his eyes were practically boring 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴 into that tail and ears. +
Replying to @feliisfera
her luck with some guy and his big sword. "If you've gotta know, my friends call me Hisa."
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Quite the starer. He can confidently say that they were definitely real. “ I want your name, not what your friends call you. “ He’s starting to question why he was even indulging this conversation, but he 𝘸𝘢𝘴 the one that started it, so might as well take responsibility. +
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“ . . . I’m Zero. “
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He does not concern himself with her suspicions—For Zero, the blade was a quicker mediator than the tongue, and if she made things inconvenient, he was not above threats. “ Nya? “ His eyebrows knit together in a way that shows he is far from amused. +
Replying to @feliisfera
crossing large paws behind her back as she leaned forward, and the very same ears flicked up and down in a blatant display of their authenticity. "Me?? Last I checked," A paw was brought forward in classic, kitty-cat fashion, and she tilted her head to one side. "Nya." ♡
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He seemed to have an uncanny ability for running into weirdos. But there’s something about her he finds hard to look away from. Was it her feline features? Or maybe her golden eyes that seemed to glow in the shade of a darkening sky? “ . . . What’s your name? “
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/ Yeah making this account was the right move, I’ve had the itch to write something grimy and angsty and Zero has been scratching it.
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I’ve already had two bomb ass interactions on here 🙏 Hope I get more
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⠀ When will you realize that 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 forward is 𝐌𝐘 backward? When will you realize we're running on a track shaped like 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎? There is no forward for you. Nor for me. We are running in a circle, and 𝑰 am catching up. Do you 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 think you can keep running? ⠀
I push us forward, you stubborn wastrel. While you’re trying to meander in a fragmented present, I’m on the move. I walk out the door and fight until I get what I seek, I burn the day, I sleep, and then I wake up. So 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 trying to get me to look back. To look at you.
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I push us forward, you stubborn wastrel. While you’re trying to meander in a fragmented present, I’m on the move. I walk out the door and fight until I get what I seek, I burn the day, I sleep, and then I wake up. So 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 trying to get me to look back. To look at you.
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀— 𝑰 KEPT US ALIVE! Whatever nights you spend, scrounging up cash just so you can 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 it all in a game of chance so you can live in your filthy apparent, even that was 𝑴𝑬 .ᐟ And here you are, telling 𝗠𝗘 that? Here's a better question. Who are 𝘆𝗼𝘂? ⠀
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Horseshit. I don’t need to acknowledge you. You don’t even know 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 you are. Tell me what lies at the end of your sword. At the end of all the dossiers and the syringes. Who are you? . . . I’m too tired for this. Just stay in my rear view until I’m ready to face you.
⠀ No matter how far you think you've gone, thinking that you've outran 𝐦𝐞, I will 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 be a few steps away. You will 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 get rid of me. ⠀
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⠀ No matter how far you think you've gone, thinking that you've outran 𝐦𝐞, I will 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 be a few steps away. You will 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 get rid of me. ⠀
Replying to @rewindblade
unwritten future, he leaves it all behind, and it’s the purpose that remains. But how far can he get before it all catches up? How long until he’s forced to truly confront himself—not in a quick, avoidant tango, but a slow, agonizing pavane?
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There’s a shockingly potent amount of clarity he carries with an unsheathed blade—the rage, the Chronos, the trauma; the shameful totality of the person he thought he was. None of it came with him on a mission. When his mind kicks into high gear and enters the realm of an +
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unwritten future, he leaves it all behind, and it’s the purpose that remains. But how far can he get before it all catches up? How long until he’s forced to truly confront himself—not in a quick, avoidant tango, but a slow, agonizing pavane?
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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⁺﹒ When the drug runs outˏ time stopsˏ ⠀⠀⠀and youˈre stuck in the jungle forever﹒ ﹒⁺ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀I know what comes next﹒ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧﹒ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀(‗ #零 ‗)﹒ ⠀
⠀ ⠀⠀𝘐𝘵′𝘴﹒﹒﹒ 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴﹒ ⠀
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Someone I don’t want to run into again.
zero what's that woman who uses a smoking pipe as a hair tie
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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ:¨·.·¨: `·..·‘ =͟͟͞͞ 𝒮 ʜᴇ ɪꜱ 𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗖𝗛𝗢'𝗦 ꜰɪɴᴇꜱᴛ . ˖ ݁ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍʙɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 ᴀɴᴅ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 . 👹 .ೃ࿐ ִ݁ ໋ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤ ✦ 👹 ✦ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ⌞ 花村久世 ⌝ ˖ ݁ ʜᴀɴᴀᴍᴜʀᴀ ᴋᴜᴢᴇ ִ݁ ໋ ㅤㅤ
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