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"𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝗿?"
🔁 + ♥ thanks!
"𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧. 𝙉𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨."
With those eyes laying upon CENSOR, Sanity is engulfed in half.
Saria persists. Knowing work must be done.
Even if she is consumed by insanity, and swallowed by its monstrous look. Forme is nothing more than a dead woman's flesh.
BY MY STRENGTH retweeted
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- 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝙰𝚌𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 -
Defensive measures are highly advised in this kind of environment- Not that I doubt your offensive capabilities, but I think I am best suited for that kind of role...
For now.
Leave a voicemail.
Manager?
HELP.
I LOVE YOU.
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A silence takes hold, realization that sanity is slipping away, sand through a hourglass.
"Have you not read these abnormalities logs, Agent? No, Persephone, correct?" No need for numbers or code names anymore.
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Saria did hear from the married couple about unknown, something about how hes so cute that the two should eat him up for dinner && lunch, making her way with a casual appearance && tote bag.
"Pardon me, is this Roland && Angelica's place?" Phew.
/ since I am coming back to this account, just going to shove in some wild ass lore.
Saria somehow became an assistant for keter, meeting a tragic end during her time in lobcrop, after becoming a fallen director due to letting her lab explode in flames and killing
/ highest stat is instrict due to Saria physically getting involved with abnormalities, often joining in suppression to actually touching and handling them. Ie. Happy teddy bear, to [CENSOR].
Lowest is justice, unfortunately, she believes with such restrictions will limit ->
Multiship ; practices various relationships. Dupes are aokay as my lore for Saria is a mix of personal & canon. ; do not take hcs without explicit permission.
PENNED BY DUSK, 21+.
DNI. VTUBERS, PERSONAIFIED / IRL PEOPLE MUSES.
Her own hand, roughen & scarred over time reaches out to grasp his own - it's so soft, & delicate, one move wrong & a crack shall form. another connects with X's spare hand.
Does she even have a want? a need anymore? All of that has been abandoned to redeem ->









