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โ€Ž โ€Ž ๏ฝก โ‚Šยฐเผบ๐Ÿ’œเผปยฐโ‚Š ๏ฝก ๐‘๐ ๐€๐œ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ / ๐’๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ-๐Ž๐‚ ๐Œ๐ƒ๐๐ˆ / +๐Ÿ๐Ÿ– ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ข-๐’๐ก๐ข๐ฉ ๐ฐ/ ๐Œ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ฉ ๐–๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง ๐›๐ฒ [ โœ๏ธŽ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ .๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฑ ] ๏ฝก โ‚Šยฐเผบ๐Ÿ’œเผปยฐโ‚Š ๏ฝก

โœจ๐€๐ฆ๐›๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐‚๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐จ๐ซโœจ ๐ŸฉทโœจA Self OC by Smolโœจ๐Ÿฉท "Hey, everyone! Welcome back to...Wait, is this thing working?.."

a girl wearing a t-shirt with a square on it is standing in a room

ALT: a girl wearing a t-shirt with a square on it is standing in a room

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"Nope~ only I live here. Is.. there something wrong with that?" She asked, with a slightly sarcastic tone. She was starting to uncover the surprise, and it was sweet to see them start to stress and be more confused each passing second.. "I bet you have a loooot of questions, don't you~?"

Lumen@lightoflumen.bsky.social ยท last yr.

question if you don't mind... Is this actually your place? Not a relative or something like that...?" They asked as they caught a whiff of that scent... They'd never smelt a rotting corpse before, so the source wasn't instantly recognisable...

"That's quite alright. Follow me, then~" She said, nodding, before leading the way. She didn't notice it too much as something suspicious, she understood that, to Lumen, she was a complete stranger. Soon getting to a familiar zone, Lumen would certainly recognise where they were headed by now...

Lumen@lightoflumen.bsky.social ยท last yr.

to take her up on her offer. "I'll pass on the hand though, I'm not really comfortable holding hands and with a stranger" They also didn't want her to catch wind of their strange body, they couldn't be sure how she'd react after all.

"Hmm? If.. you say so.." Lucy definitely had recognised that voice. She knew who they were, but they weren't entirely sure who and what she was.. this was good. Another friend of Lucia's that would be thrown into a dark and desperate loop of pain and misery..~ Extending a hand, Lucy spoke up, ++

Lumen@lightoflumen.bsky.social ยท last yr.

trying to divert attention away from themselves...

โ™ฏ. [EVENT] sแด›แด€ส€แด›แด‡ส€ า“แดส€ @lightoflumen.bsky.social โŒ‡ A dark presence had approached Lumen, curious. Purple hair, smooth skin, and a soft smirk. That blue hair of theirs seemed to have drawn the purple haired ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ in. Something about them was intriguing to Lucy. Bumping into them as they were ++

ใƒปโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ใƒป โœฆเญจเญงโœฆ ใƒปโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ใƒป @unovanmodern.bsky.social ใƒปโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ใƒป โœฆเญจเญงโœฆ ใƒปโ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ใƒป TW: Depiction of Suicide/Murder It had been a few seconds, since Marina had left the room. And an idea flashed through Lucy's head. She could.. try pulling something. To both satisfy her lust for despair and suffering ++

. . . Maybe she was right, in that more of Lucia is inside Lucy than even she herself would like to admit. She's.. feeling pity. Why? She should be celebrating. Feeding off those negative emotions.. WHY, WHY, WHY, ๐—ช๐—›๐—ฌ ๐——๐—ข๐—˜๐—ฆ ๐—ฆ๐—›๐—˜ ๐—™๐—˜๐—˜๐—Ÿ ๐—ง๐—›๐—œ๐—ฆ ๐—ช๐—”๐—ฌ!? . . . "... you're not a coward."

Marina Sallow@unovanmodern.bsky.social ยท 2y ago

She shakes her head. "If I could turn back time...if I could have one more chance...I...I would save her. I would show her the love that she so truly deserved...and wouldn't be a coward..." Marina finally tears her eyes away, though only to bring her hands to the ground, staring downward.

[ TW: Corpse, Depiction of Murder/Suicide scene. ] A soft nod, as she let the other into the room.. a disturbing sight, a silhouette of a person hanging in the middle of the room.. the lights were currently off, and there was little to no natural light with the curtains covering the windows. ++

Marina Sallow@unovanmodern.bsky.social ยท 2y ago

Marina had to take a few moments to step in. Looking to Lucy. "And...if I want to move on, I'm going to have to do this...right?" She's looking to Lucy for guidance. Trusting in her. As cruel as she had been, she /was/ still Lucia.

Without saying another word, she slowly opens the door, and after a few steps inside, she can already tell the scent of decomposing flesh. It has been a decent bit since 'the incident' after all. "Upstairs." She said, heading to her room. The door was closed, yet the smell was still leaking out.

Marina Sallow@unovanmodern.bsky.social ยท 2y ago

"...I know." It feels like...like this is something that needs to be done. For closure. For everything. "I need to see for myself. So I can go through the grieving process." She walks toward the door. Toward Lucy. Each step heavier than the last.