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26 Jun 2024, 20:08

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❝ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧-𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤, 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥.❞
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26 Jun 2024, 20:43

STAR-PALE, CELESTIAL, NEITHER FLESH NOR BLOOD.

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ
Dearest beholder of this tome,
Between this bound pages lies a story unlike any other. It is the tale of a singular being, made of moonlight and stardust, one that walked this earth many moons ago, carrying the very essence of humanity enraptured within her heart. Collecting each and every piece of herself she abandoned behind took time, and I fear my work may forever remain incomplete. Nonetheless, I present to you these carefully calligraphed lines in hope you will find, within this pages, an echo to your own heart. Come closer, dear child, and listen to my voice. Let me narrate you the story of a very special moonchild.

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26 Jun 2024, 21:02

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'shining light' -- 'scholar'xxxx

nationality ; english
origins ; french, english

fluent in ; french, english
learning ; russian, greek

☆ you are made of dreams and this world is not for you. ☆

𝕰lena Rosemary Clark came to this world on a moonless night, the 15th day of December, 2012. Made of light and stardust, the child came from a mixed bloodline, which found its origins in neighbour countries - France and England. Learning at a young age to master those two dialects, she quickly grew eager for more knowledge, both in living and deceased languages.

Several items have yet to be discovered about her, such as what animal her patronus shifts ino - though several sources favor the idea of a white raven. Amongst the information we have secured is found the distinct scent of what the amortentia would emit, should one hold our moonchild very close to her heart : petrichor, a freshly cut vanilla branch, and lilies. According to some texts, a polyjuice potion made with a strand of her hair would taste exactly like honey, though it is said a bittersweet aftertaste might linger after ingestion. As to her boggart, the drawings founds scattering the floor of her room seem to point towards a sort of humanoid stag, though its shape is so horrifying I chose not to describe it here. Her response to the dawning question regarding the mirror of erised is written as followed, "a soul knowing the depths of her own."

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27 Jun 2024, 12:08

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28 Jun 2024, 09:31

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hair ; gold eyes ; navy skin ; milk details ; dark circles

a gloom in her dark eye, prophetic of the doom - heaven gives its favourite.

𝕿hose who have met her, as well as a large numbers of the sources I have gathered, state the word moonchild immediately reached the lips upon seing her. Suspended between dreams and reality, as if the stars themselves have woven her into being, there was an ethereal quality to her presence, a delicate aura that seemed to shimmer just out of reach.

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During the night, she truly appears like a celestial, ethereal being who has taken a human form. People seem to have been particularly striked by the particular hue of melted honey her locks took when bathed in moonlight, or by the ever changing blue of her eyes. Indeed, the cascading curls gently brushing her shoulders appear like pure gold, in such a vivid tint some would swear to have seen it glowing from within. Regarding her eyes, it is said one could drown in those navy pools, the color of a storm-tossed sea, though they often appear a darker shade of blue under the night sky. Rumors say the moon detached a few stars from the sky and used them to create the eyes of her daughter - a legend born from the rare shimmer that at occasions invade her midnight gaze. A serene smile always curves her rose lips, and she carries herself with an otherwordly presence, as though she didn't belong in this one.

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Yet all will tell that in daylight, she seemed to fade away, gaze distant, as someone lost in thoughts only she can understand. People have noticed cracks in her appearance. It is said that nighttime is where she is the most true to herself, yet the day seems to unravel some unlovely sides of her - dry skin, dark circles, anxious scratches running along her hands. The melted honey turns plain, loosing its shimmer, and her eyes are no longer magnetic. It seems moonlight fuels her, while the sun drains away the ethereal quality to her presence. Some have even seen a shadow following her, though I am sure it is rumors rather than facts. Yet... yet I have also found records of hysterical phases, coupled with hallucinations. It seems those happen more regularly than she lets on. Daughter of the moon, haunted ? Or eldritch abomination hiding under the cover of an angel ?

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possessive empathetic loving bleeding heart jealous

what is to give light must endure burning.

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𝕾he is, the embodiment of humanity. If an angel was to descend upon earth and inquire of what truly made humans different from machines, eyes would turn towards our moonchild. Each flaw, each quality, each thread of emotion rings a different tune, and she is a true harmony of good and wrong, of right and bad, of what is and what shouldn't be. Every feeling poets compose hymns about, every dilemma, every last delight and despair, every dream and desire, every hope. Elena carries the weight of a heart too large for her own soul, one that absorbs others without being able to stop, one that feels too deeply, too strongly. Sadness brings her to her knees, feeling her heart drowning in a sea of sorrow, water filling up her lungs and throat ; joy makes her head spin, wings spreading from her collarbones to soar high in the sky ; love feels like her heart suddenly grew too big to be contained by her ribcage, a desire to hold the world tighter. She feels, everything, which makes her the perfect one to shoulder other's issues, to accompany them through rough times.

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Because of this, she longs for a soul as obsessive as hers, for one that feels that same hunger buried within her ribs. Past experiences has led her to restrain those emotions, fearing the strength of them might scare people away. The moonchild, who loves too quickly, and too hard, yearns for someone to love her the same way. Yet, she fears it, for it would mean they would have to witness the hideous sides of her, the ones she keeps hidden beneath the surface. As a solution, she gives them something else to love - her help. Each time she aid someone, each time she comforts them, each time they smile as she brings gifts, it is a confirmation they love the version of her that can be loved, and that they will stay a little longer.

For beneath everything, hides the ugly parts of humanity. The rage, the hatred, the jealousy, brewing deep under those golden locks. Like everything else, she feels them stronger than most - a bile climbing up her throat, feeling like her heart ached to escape, wanting to set her claws in them and rip their skin open. The desire to consume them entirely. One that frightened her, terrified her. Adding up to the unstable mental state her head currently is in, and you would find everything she tries her hardest to keep unknown. She sometimes suspect the shadows looming at the border of her mind to be responsible for the unlovely feelings, and fears they someday might take over her body completely.

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28 Jun 2024, 12:58

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lift with your knees, atlas, the heavens are a burden but in the starlit ink of constellations, you have written - endure.

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𝕺nce upon a time, under a sky without light, a singular being came to life. It was a cold december night, and the moon had deserted the skies a few days prior. Lost in the depth of England, a charming cottage suddenly found itself rich with another occupant. Eyes like blue moon opened themselves for the first time, and were soon filled with the usual post-natal tears the doctors always awaited eagerly. Yet something was strange about this child, for its cries were more akin to laughter than to sorrow. Peculiar, yet not unusual. What was out of the ordinary was the honey locks resting on the infant's head, soft curls that resembled melted gold. A curious assemblage, that one. Moon eyed, hair like flaming suns and cries that evoked an eclipse. Daughter of the moon, blessed by the sun.

𝕭orn in an elitist pureblood family, Elias felt as though his life was permanently bathed in darkness, one from which he could not escape - he found the light on a ordinary tuesday. Rushing inside the first building he found to escape a raging storm, our chocolate haired man with the large glasses found himself stumbling in front of what appeared to be the personnification if the sun itself. Literally stumbled though, as his shoelaces had decided to join hands. He crashed into the beautiful blonde, a strong scent of coffee rising as a warm liquid stained his pristine shirt. Mentally swearing, he got up, half expecting insults. He was instead met with the purest sound he had ever heard - laughter, her laughter. As if birds were crowning singing bells with flowers, as if sunshine and rainbows depended on each note. His mind raced to think of something intelligent to say, but the usual self assured scholar found himself speechless. Leaning, the sungirl dived her watercolor eyes into his banal brown ones, and stated he owed her a date.

They got married a year later.

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A cold evening of november, the door of the cottage was left opened. If one were to gaze through the smoky glass of the windows, they might have seen Victoria and Elias baking, twirling to the sound of a distant music - unaware of the concerning cloud of black smoke that rose from the oven. Their daughter was sat on the front porch, deeply lost in her reveries, when a loud squeak followed by barks alerted her senses. Rising to her feet and wobbly running in the street, horror and dread marked her face as she witness three hounds cornering a defenseless kitten. But as she took two steps to inform the rude canines of her feelings, growling heads slowly pivoted her way, before charging. Less than a second later, a loud scream followed by an explosion was heard. When Elias and Victoria hurried their way to the apple of their eyes, they found her lost in a deep embrace with a shivering kitten, three knocked-out dogs scattered around her. At her refusal to let the grey creature go, Elias simply lifted them both in the air, before carrying them inside. The kitten was named Storm.

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29 Jun 2024, 09:03

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BUT NOW THE WOODS ARE DARK AND COLD, CLOGGED WITH NETTLES AND ROOTS. THERE IS A MONSTER. AND I AM A MONSTER.

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𝕿he nights are long when one witnesses horrors each time they shut their eyes. Why ? Why would our moonchild be haunted, why would her navy gaze cloak itself with darkness, why would her golden mind be subject to such abominations ? To comprehend it, we would need to open a second volume, a heavy tome leather bound, its pages emitting scents of ink and coffee.

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𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎 Acuti Ut Spina.
𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐀 A tome ensnared by thorned vines.
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 Dunraven Bay, Wales.
𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 Ravenwatch Keep.
𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 Ministry, aurors. xx
𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 The House of Thorne stands as a bastion of intellect, tracing its lineage to the 14th century. [...] Revered for their mastery of science and magical innovation, they quickly rose onto the highest posts of the Ministry, particularly in the Auror Department. [...] Their estate, Ravenwatch Keep, crowns the cliffs in Vale of Glamorgan, its dark stone entwined with enchanted vines. Within, grand libraries and arcane laboratories speak of their relentless pursuit of perfection. They command respect through brilliance, each generation expected to surpass its predecessor.
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" [...] the death of the Patriarch. To succeed him rose his son, Alaric Cadmus Thorne, a fierce and respected Auror. Married to Regina Elysia Thorne, born Ashford, he quickly settled himself on the family throne, and started ruling with a knowledgeable eye. From their union, three sons were born : Calean, Atticus and Elias Thorne. The fist two offsprings lived up to the name they bore with honour, marrying young and ensuring the family's legacy. [...]

A mystery surrounds the last brother. Words have been spread he would have married off to a muggle, and have brought back a child of this tainted union, forcing his parents to engage in socialization with the creature. After a quite scandalous fight in the midst of a ball, Alaric and Regina would have reluctantly accepted to take the kid in a visit to one of their oldest allies, the Demarest. No one knows what happened there, but rumors say they have witnessed screams and stag-shaped shadows, most likely a harmless prank from the two Demarest boys. The bastard child is said to have fled the house sobbing, and the following day Elias severed all ties with his family, throwing his heirloom onto the dining room's marble tiles. He was never seen again."

𝕳er nightmares started at a young age. She would wake up at night, screaming, her parents rushing next to her, telling her to calm down. "It's just a bad dream," they would say, as Elena watched with terrified eyes the shadow hoovering over them. She used to dream, a long time ago. Before the voices came. Before it all crumble to ashes. Before something rotten find its home within her mind.
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Her dreams were the first to rot. The sweet products of a young child's imagination would come out twisted, deformed. Chasing her. Watching her. It took her an entire year to figure out the origin - as soon as the shadows spoke their first word. Disgrace. The scene flickered, and Regina appeared, disdain and hatred crowning her like a forsaken queen. Disgrace, she would whisper, making sure Elena heard it. She always did. The observer, always on the lookout. Always listening. Listening to her grandparents degrading her, behind half closed doors. Holding back her tears - good girls never cries -, hidden behind the door, she would listen.

The shadows took their voices, at first. Switching between Alaric and Regina, or the portraits down the hall. For the entirety of Ravenwach's occupant, living or dead, seemed to agree on one thing - disgrace. A disgrace to their name, to their lives, their believes. A stain on the legacy, one that must be hid. Or mocked. Nevertheless, the young girl still sometimes manage to make them disappear - they were just shadows, distant smoke she could walk through without being harmed.

That was before those whispers found a face, a face created by- by who ? A blurry figure, a stranger. Or maybe was it all a product of her rotten mind. A mess of stag antlers. Too many legs, too many arms. Too many teeth. That abomination was no longer a shadow. It could crawl. Walk. Run. Chase and grab.

She never dreamt again.
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𝕴nsomnias were frequent. At first Elena would cause them, refusing to close her eyes. After the shadows followed her outside of sleep, she gave up. Unfortunately, her body had already gotten use to only obtain the minimal amount of rest, causing her to lay awake at night, unable to shut down during endless hours - hours that allowed her to develop several skills and excellent grades.
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At first, the figures stayed contained within the range of her sleep hours. As a little girl, terrified of seeing, of hearing things again, she would find random tasks to occupy her - drawing, writing, crafting. The moon became her companion, a familiar and comforting presence lightening the nights. She honed multiple skills, and soon several notebooks were filled with her messy handwriting. Strangely enough, her parents never noticed her, as she learned to be discreet and silent.

As the years passed, the figures grew more and more active, relentlessly tormenting her. Her first hallucination, induced by several sleepless nights, happened when she was ten. During a break at her childhood primary school, she was playing and talking with her best friend, Anastasia Blake. That young girl was her closest friend ever since she step foot inside that school, the two friends inseparable from the moment they saw each other. As the conversation grew more personal, Elena felt confident enough to mention her nightmares - perhaps diving too much in details, or speaking too freely. It was her fault, she knew it. But no matter how regretful she was, no matter how much she cried or beg, the outcome was the same. Anastasia still looked at her, horror and disgust swirling in her green eyes. The very same green, the very same disgust that swirled inside Regina's eyes.

Stepping back, already wishing the words had never slipped her tongue, she tried to reach for her friend, her best friend. Anastasia flinched, and ran away, leaving only a smiling shadow behind her. It was the first time she ever saw them in plain daylight. A few hours later, she was sat at the back of her parent's car, getting scolded for telling lies. Nodding in silence, tears rolling down her cheeks, she vowed to never speak of it again. To never be left again. But the shadows stayed, appearing randomly, making her question her sanity.

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YOU STARE IN THE MIRROR, AND YOUR REFLECTION ISN'T YOU. EVERY TIME YOU STARE IN THE GLASS, THE REFLECTION ISN'T YOU. IT'S SOMETHING ELSE.

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29 Jun 2024, 20:58

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 | before hogwarts
⤷ lovingxx excitedxx shimmeringxx anxious

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The Weight of Shadows | link | @sanguinius demarest
⤷ 2018. Forced to spend time with their granddaughter, Regina and Alaric take her on a visit to the Demarest Manor. It would suffice to say things went wrong.
The Fault in our Stars | link | @solo
⤷ 07/2024. A fluffy companion makes his entrance into her life.
Orion (the Hunter) | link | @group
⤷ 15/07/2024. Upon participating in summer camp, she ends up sharing a tent with recent acquaintances, as well as many strangers.
Opening Feast | link | @cass ito
⤷ 15/07/2024. Attending the welcome ceremony, she was far from suspecting an audacious thief would decide to steal food right under her nose.
Mistletoe spin ball | link | @group
⤷ 02/08/2024. A pleasant night spent with galant gentlemen, though a certain branch of mistletoe seemed to have taken a liking in tormenting her.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 | first year
⤷ awkward xx introverted xx quietxx longing for connections
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Unsent Letters | link | @solo
⤷ 2024-2025. Having no one to share the heavy burdens of her heart with, she decides to address letters to her loved one, emptying her soul before reducing them to ashes.
Moonburned | link | @erendriel ravaxidor
⤷ 08/09/2024. Under the gentle light of the moon, the restless raven encounters another sleepless soul, one that has been hiding closer than she thought.
The Quiet We Borrowed | link | @stella bianchi
⤷ 30/09/2024. An early new meeting, one of an akin spirit.
Unhealthy Patterns | link | @novalie moon
⤷ 09/2024. Noticing her companion is avoiding food, she tries to uncover the truth - and is eluded.
Etched into parchment, for you to receive | link | @tobias marlowe
⤷ 09/2024. Climbing up to the owlery to engage in her catharsis, she stumbles upon quite a fight between an anxious student and a malicious owl.
Fever Dream | link | @evpraksiya vinogradova
⤷ 12/10/2024. Under the moonlight, she encounters a singular being, one that would soon grow its roots very close to her heart.
Gala of Mysteries | link | @sanguinius demarest
⤷ 19/10/2024. Partaking in her very first fall ball, she meets a pretentious lion who seemed to be strangely basking in irritating her.
Roots full of bane | link | @sanguinius demarest
⤷ 10/2024. Soon after their first encounter, she discovers the identity of the person she will tutor for the next few weeks. Someone that had absolutely, definitely not planned that reunion.
Moonlit Reflections | link | @meiyu xiang
⤷ 12/11/2024. During one of her countless midnight escapade, she stumbles upon a fiery lioness, one she immediately decides to win the affection.
Echoes of a Fallen Star | link | @solo
⤷ 17/11/2024. An example of how most of her sleepless nights unfolds (tw).
In Silence, I Unfold | link | @sanguinius demarest
⤷ 15/12/2024. Out again at night, she makes an unexpected encounter with someone that sees right through her, better than she thought.
Winter Wonderland | link | @alyss gilmour
⤷ 20/12/2024. A childish escapade, where laughters meets a true snowfight.
Take me as I am | link | @evpraksiya vinogradova
⤷ 23/12/2024. Upon parting, she suddenly decides to kidnap her dearest friend.
A Midnight Masquerade | link | @tarot
⤷ 31/12/2024. Invited by one of her friend, she makes her way to a new year's eve party.
The Night has a Thousand Eyes | link | @hana bakir
⤷ 19/01/2025. Wandering through the corridors, she gets. attacked. by a gothic doll.
Arrival Tea Party | link | @alyss gilmour
⤷ 12/02/2025. Taking a school trip to France in honour of Valentine's day, she assist to a marvelous tea party in company of one of her closest friends.
The First Domino | link | @oliver armani
⤷ 22/02/2025. Stumbling upon him crying, she decides to try and comfort him, despite his obvious hostility towards her.
This Star-Like Solitude | link | @damien dragonclaw
⤷ 16/03/2025. A truly unexpected meeting, going from walking serenely to getting screamed upon, to having something akin to a pleading puppy on her trail.
Deep In My Heart - I Hate. | link | @harlan montgomery
⤷ 09/04/2025. A displeasing encounter with a very rude, arrogant, and idiotic moron.
Rushing River, Drifting Flowers | link | @cirrus nam
⤷ 31/05/2025. Relaxing into the park, she is suddenly taken to a wonderful flower-picking adventure with a sun-made friend.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎 | second year
⤷ socialxx taking responsabilites xxtraumatised xxhaunted

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A Song Of Ice And Fire | link | @avis greymond
⤷ 31/08/2025. An unexpected battle against the force of evil snowballs.
Leap Before You Look | link | @edwin westminster
⤷ 02/09/2025. Crashing down the stairs onto the most irritable person she has ever met, she finds herself force to put up with his idiocies while trying to get him to the infirmary.
Hunt For Justice | link | @camille de varenne
⤷ 02/09/2025. After trying to put up with a spoiled aristocrat's desires, she suddenly realizes the two of them are old acquaintances.
After Hours | link | @pamela graham
⤷ 15/09/2025. Upon wandering through the castle at night, she stumbles upon a rule-breaking student.
Jealousy ? Nonsense | link | @victoria blythe
⤷ 17/09/2025. Stumbling (again) into a girl, she doesn't realise this one would rather be anywhere else but here.
The Margins Collective - Prologue | link | @club
⤷ 20/09/2025. Hosting her first reunion for her beloved bookclub.
Academic Stew | link | @maelys delarosa
⤷ 02/10/2025. Extremely bored by an assignment, she finds solace in aiding a skittish cat with her own homework.
Is The Answer In The Stars ? | link | @lucille rosenhart
⤷ 03/10/2025. Answering a help cry in the shape of a flyer, she does her best to assist and comfort a burnt-out student.
Snow-white rain (in the bleak midwinter) | link | @maisie gemmell
⤷ 12/10/2025. Drifting to slumber under a rain made of delicate snowflakes, she is awoken by a stranger bearing a thoughtful gift.
Tearstained hisses | link | @archer duncan
⤷ 16/10/2025. Struggling to pick between heavy tomes, she stumbles on an acquaintance victim of strange crying spells.
Moonlight on Shattered Wings | link | @pericles dralt
⤷ 01/12/2025. Victim of stress, insomnias and exhaustions, she lashes out on a curious stranger before passing out.
Blood-Stained Feathers | link | @pericles dralt
⤷ 02/12/2025. She wakes up in the hospital, disoriented, before realizing what she did, or rather what she said the previous night.

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2 Jul 2024, 13:17

word for the wise : NOT FREAKING UDPATED !! dont kill me if youre not on it pls ;-;

evpraksiya vinogradova

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𝟎𝟏. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦
@userxxtag: bittersweetxx !!

[quote]cracked dolls, pearls and silk, the first rays of a morning sun and the sweet scent of medicinal herbs
₊⊹⁀➴ A theory suggests that soulmates are not just hearts yearning for each other, but atoms once entwined at the dawn of the universe, now drawn back together across time. Elena’s soul feels inseparably stitched to Evpraksiya’s - like looking at a distant star and knowing it sees you too, reaching out in the dark and finding a hand already waiting.

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𝟎𝟐. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧
@userxxtag: moonflower

[quote]golden tears, rainy forests, walking on trail branches, expensive emerald rings
₊⊹⁀➴ Despite a rough start, she thinks (or hopes) her presence is growing on him. The cracked edges of the heavy crown he stubbornly wears intrigues her, and she hopes she'll manage to show him he has the right to take it off.

pinterest board ; ᴍᴏᴏɴꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ꫂ ၴႅၴ

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─ a midnight masquerade | the first time the kindred souls met. one seems more drawn towards the light of friendship than the other, which finds her relentless attempts rather annoying.
─ the first domino | against all expectations, it is a moonchild who finds forest boy unraveling. will she manage to bring comfort to this boy with the broken crown ?

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𝟎𝟑. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧
@userxxtag: nexilis

[quote]daggers, lace, slightly smudged lipstick, sharp eyeliner
₊⊹⁀➴ Met during a walk under the moonlight, Meiyu feels to her like a heart yearning to be won, and she is determined in succeeding. She feels inexplicably close to the lioness, and prays her softness will eventually melt the ice surrounding the redhead.

pinterest board ; ɴᴇxɪʟɪꜱ ໒꒱

related tales ;
─ moonlit reflections | a striking first meeting, filled with the desire of knowing the other from one side, an urge to flee the inquiring gaze from the other.
─ a midnight masquerade | a ball, hosted by the same defensive girl. though it seems she's warming up to her presence ?

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pericles dralt

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𝟎𝟒. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧
@userxxtag: hesperus

[quote]falling snow, drowned cities and the salt in the sea tarnishing once shining metals
₊⊹⁀➴ Due to prying eyes and a sense of privacy close to zero, the shapeshifter had witnessed the crumble of a dying star. She swore to never look his way again, yet determination seems to be one of the many traits they have in common.

pinterest board ; ☄ ʜᴇꜱᴘᴇʀᴜꜱ

related tales ;
─ moonlight on shattered wings | a certain bird witness the unraveling of a certain girl, which triggers his protective instincts despite her obvious displeasure at his inquiries.
─ blood stained feathers | awakening in a hospital, the events of the previous night suddenly feel unbearable. sadly, the same eyes that witnessed it are standing before her again.

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alyss gilmour

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𝟎𝟓. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧
@userxxtag: heliophilia

[quote]golden hour, running through flowery fields, daisy crows and braiding hair
₊⊹⁀➴ A singular being made of sunshine and laughter, which singularly manages to bring back her inner child to the surface. Whoever hurt her will suffer the consequences of the raven's wrath.

pinterest board ; ☀︎ ʜᴇʟɪᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ

related tales ;
─ winter wonderland | laughter and incoming snow balls, a childish yet cherished moment. all is fair in friendship and snowfights.
─ a midnight masquerade | another pleasant night in the company of her dear friend.
─ ocean secrets | the two girls decided to take an impromptus trip to france, joining a valentine day celebration and sharing a cabin.
─ the arrival tea party | yet another ball, though this time she had managed to negotiate matching outfits. between two sips of tea, the two friends had a marvelous moment.

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cirrus nam

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𝟎𝟔. ✦ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✧
@userxxtag: waterlily

[quote]summer days where the sea meets golden sand, gently caressed by the sun's warm touch
₊⊹⁀➴ A true sunbeam met unexpectedly, Cirrus brings the eternal happiness of late summer mornings wherever he steps. Picking flowers, chalk drawing... innocent moments shared in the bliss of youthfulness.

pinterest board ; ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀʟɪʟʏ ❀

related tales ;
─ a midnight masquerade | though they had spoken twice, an immediate and mutual affection rose from this first encounter.
─ rushing river, drifting flowers | without quite understanding what was happening, she found herself dragged in a eventful flower picking session.

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erendriel ravaxidor

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@userxxtag: ??

[quote]gold leafs, pearls, ancient architecture, the sound of a quill scratching paper
₊⊹⁀➴ A kindred spirit met under the moon's glow, a comforting person she knows she can rely on.

related tales ;
─ moonburned | during one of her many insomnias, she finally meets someone that has been by her side for longer than expected.

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novalie moon

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@userxxtag: ??

[quote]fireworks, loud laughs, sound of broken vases, road trips
₊⊹⁀➴ A very loud extrovert which seems to be made of love and fairy dust, polar opposite to the moonchild yet a very dear friend of her.

related tales ;
─ unhealthy patterns | she picks up a strange behavior in her friends, yet gets shut down when inquiring.
─ a midnight masquerade | a pleasant night in the company of her friend.
─ ocean secrets | a shared cabin in the midst of france.

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sanguinius demarest

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𝟎𝟗. ✦ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧
@userxxtag: bloodmoon

[quote]bloodied crowns, icarus, blinding sun and sword fights
₊⊹⁀➴ An infuriating lion who seem to spend most of his time either tormenting her, or plotting to. He always manages to find her in the most embarrassing situations, and his eyes appear to see right through her (which she hates). Despite all, she sometimes catch herself enjoying his presence.

related tales ;
─ gala of mysteries | her first encounter with the lion, in which his determination to converse despite her obvious displeasure is somewhat admirable.
─ the weight of shadows | a blurry memory, yet one that could very well explain the shapes that haunts her nights and days.
─ roots full of banes | a 'hazardous' meeting where she finds herself once again forced to endure the boy's insufferable personality.
─ in silence, i unfold | waking up from another of her dreadful nights, she finds herself bumping into a known lion - to her greatest horror, he seems to see right through the cracks of her masks.

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2 Jul 2024, 17:01

evpraksiya morozovna yuliya vinogradova ─ the apple of eden || elena rosemary clark ─ the moon-eyed devotee

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ─ 𝓈𝒾𝓃
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 ─ 𝑒𝒹𝑒𝓃
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ─ 𝑒𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 ─ 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐗 ─ 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ─ 𝓇𝑒𝒹𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐀 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓─ 𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉
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