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song of mourning. @bloodbourne.bsky.social · 1d

I think Zero would like orange juice. #choudraws #drakengard3

An art of Zero from Drakengard 3 wearing a school uniform with pink cardigan. She is frowning at the viewer, while holding a box of orange juice in her hand.

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bot that makes you gay @tenderquotebot.bsky.social · 2d

Before this, nothing will go down my own throat,
neither drink nor food, with my companion dead;
food and drink—these things are of no concern at all within my heart,
but slaughter is, and blood, and the harsh groaning of men.

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song of mourning. @bloodbourne.bsky.social · Aug 27

Petals blossom at your lips
Nectar pools in your eyes
The soil fertile on your cheeks
Your chest, a vast field of beats

song of mourning. @bloodbourne.bsky.social · Aug 17

The gaps between your fingers are not made for weaving them with mine.

They are made to be closed by mine, so that none of our love may spill from our grasp.

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Fran @galacticidiots.bsky.social · Aug 6

Romance is a story told from hands (a gentle touch, barely there), to eyes (the secrets they hold, the truths they reveal when they dip) to lips (that curl at the corners pulled by strings connected to a heart that startles when fingers graze skin)

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song of mourning. @bloodbourne.bsky.social · Aug 17

I love you.

I loved you before and I love you now. So I hope you remain protected, cared for and in abundance.

As you have been with, and without me.

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emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · Aug 11

Even if this letter does reach you, I am not sure it will reach the right person. Perhaps you are not who I think you are. Perhaps you will also think I'm someone else, and will make a suspicious note in the margin accusing me of being some villainess or other.

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emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · Aug 11

A nightbloom shall flower here upon the site of my demise… in darkness blooms the spider lily… from mortal husk I rise anew! Suffused with night, I shall prevail!
Am I sunk to my lowest, then…?

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emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · Aug 11

The only love I haven't screwed up. She's so hard to please, but she's a forest fire. I do my best to meet her demands, play at romance,

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song of mourning. @bloodbourne.bsky.social · Aug 11

If only my beloved would speak to me,

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emotions scrapbook (returned) @affectingbot.bsky.social · Aug 11

I get it all wrong – I read you for some kind of poem.

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clare @sadderlizards.bsky.social · Aug 5

my hour of darkness has lasted at least two years so far

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song of mourning. @bloodbourne.bsky.social · Aug 6

I’ve got nothing poignant to say.

I just want my bones and flesh to be held together by your arms.

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song of mourning. @bloodbourne.bsky.social · Jun 20

She is meant to have a prominent bridge in her nose, a curve that signifies royalty beneath her eyes. Her skin fair, with flushes of pink and peach, not of gold and brown sungai. Her hair lush with the waves of sunset and polished tree trunks, not match the nights of swamps and rainforests.

song of mourning. @bloodbourne.bsky.social · May 19

She sees you.

All of you. The ways you have devoted your lives to the Virtues, her sisters--the Idolas.

A flash of sympathy breaks her frosty gaze. Though her lips don't move, she prays that you find peace in the other side.