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Hello Friends!

Welcome to my dump! Sorry to disappoint, but if you've come in search of any Winchesters there are none here <3 This is mostly going to be used for a place where I can just mess around with things, and keep track of it all (Post coding, ency coding, banners, etc). Enjoy my little corner of this site <3 guhhh plek don't steal--if you want to use my code please ask. owl and provide credit if you're inspired by my codeLorem ipsum odor amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit.
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Alias : Duck !
Age : 18 !
Timezone : PST !
Pronouns : They/them plek !
Activity : I check site everyday, but replies might be slow !
Owl : Open for thread ideas, or if you just wanna say hello !
Discord : iluvducks_ | dms open !
Shop: LOADING... !
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Hana Bakir! : IC NAME
12 ! : Age
She/Her ! : Pronouns
Pureblood !: Blood Status
Slytherin !: House
Boop !: ENCY

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WARNING : While incredibly adorable, my darling muse can be extremely violent at times—proceed with caution !

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14 Feb 2025, 10:02
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14 Feb 2025, 10:41
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I have love in me the likes of which you could scarcely imagine, and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy one, I will indulge the other” - Frankenstein
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𝕸 y dearest Mother and Father,

While I do miss the chaotic halls of Beddgelert is, what a world the world is! Our quest to discove the ends of this great plain have grown splendidly, with us continuously making progress by the day! Such oddities hidden within the nooks and crannies of this vast hunk of rock we call the 'Earth.' Glorious, is it not? But. excuse my digression, for I presume that's not what you anticipate in my letters.

Hm. What the oddest discovery me and my men have come across—a buoyant figure amongst the cracks in the icy tundra. Curiously enough, it was not a animal of sorts, but one of our own! A Mary Anne! His heart was drastically slowed—nose and fingertips a glorious icy blue. Clear signs of hypothermia! How marvelous! Unfortunately for the poor soul, my men were able to fish him our and nurse him back to pristine health. Once able to speak, I grew to know him as both an amiable and completely riveting individual! My affection for our guest grows with the passing days; what tales he has to share with us! Father, I believe, would particularly be intrigued by our guest and his stories galore. He is quite the humorous creature, more so than the twins and their vexatious ways.

The story he most frequently shares is one of a monstrous creature he has forced upon the Earth: his creation. It is quite rude he would refer to his next of kin in such a manner, but I digress. He struggles to verbalize exactly what this monster is or its origins... only making mentioned of a hulking figure before beginning to shake uncontrollably. How curious, is it not? I have considered whether this creature of which he speaks of is nothing but of the delusional imagination—if his mind has been augmented by some sort of illness! In the state my men have discovered him in, I would not be surprised if his mind is not one at full capacity.

I shall share more of my discoveries, but for now that is all!

With much, much disdain,

Ahmed Bakir
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xxxxxxThe feverent scratching halted, the eldest Bakir finally placing his quill back into the inkpot. Black eyes glanced upward from his study hidden away in the corner of his captain's quarters, falling on the man that slept a bit away. Long dark strands framed his face, draped along his jawline as he snored soundly on his side. He leaned forward, resting his hand on his chin as he observed Baskakova, partitioned only by the dark mahogany desk. Dark brown fingers tapped along the side of Ahmed's face, lips pursed as he indulged himself in his thoughts of the man. Hm... What a curious, curious man indeed! One of science, similar to himself. Perhaps that was the prevailing reason that seemed to get along so well.

Eventually, he found his thoughts drifting to that of the monstrous creation of the Baskakova. Apparently one of the female sex, he seemed to withhold some romantic reservations for his creature. Which Ahmed found odd, as in the same breath he would express his disdain he seemingly held for his creation—babbling on and on about it was the work of the devil. Again, hilarious! Continuing to tap at his chin, Ahmed began to shift his weight from one foot to the other. Pursing his lips, droplets of spit coated his desk as he began to blow raspberries. Oh, what to do, what to do. It was times like his he longed for the dark confines of his home; oh, how his dungeon of tools are patiently awaiting his arrival! With most of his men asleep, Ahmed found himself currently lacking in entertainment. That certainly won't do, will it? No, no! Straightening up, he rounded the desk and swiftly made his way to Baskakova—heavy boots causing the wooden floors of the hull to scream under the weight, despite his light steps. Happily hums began to emit from his person, his shadow overtaking the seemingly peaceful face of his unexpected guest.

"Pst, hey!" he said, leaning over to poke at his face, "Wake up Baskakova, wake up! I would like some more entertainment. The night is still young, and youthful souls such as our own should not be wasting away in the land of the unconscious. Come about now, good sir!"


Insincerely, Ahmed Bakir
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this looks ugly fix this later

5 Mar 2025, 06:47
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BAKIR DAUGHTER REPORTED DEAD?
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Hana is hilariously monotone, one to show very little emotion through her face and tone. Due to her tone of voice, people often misinterpret her words is sardonic and sarcastic—a sharp contrast to truthfulness to her words. In actuality, Hana personality is the opposite of the mysterious allure she subconsciously portrays. She's an extremely open person, proudly wearing her heart on her sleeve for all to bear witness. She unabashedly shares her opinion with no remorse, whether it were asked for or not.

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"I am no good nor evil, simply am I
And I have come to take what is mine"
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Despite being quite the intelligent child, more often than not Hana's actions are driven by her emotions. She rarely thinks through the choices she makes, choosing to trust her gut instead. Unfortunately, if blinded enough by her own emotions, Hana becomes rash and reckless—attempting to jump through hoops in order to justify her own decisions. Due to the constant stream she received from her family at a young age, Hana is an extremely spoiled and needy child; she believes others should bend over backwards to give her what she needs.

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E ver since discovering her love for wigs, Hana has opted to keep her black hair in a short bob, complimented by even shorter bangs. Though, it is rarely seen, as Hana loves to showcase her extensive collection of colored wigs. When not wearing her school uniform, the young girl can be spotted a mile in her pile of black, girly frills. Hana is typically dressed to the nines, wearing puffy dresses adorned with laces and bows. Accompanying the eccentric clothing is a frilly umbrella she always seems to have on hand.
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Hana simultaneously captivates and unsettles those who come across the unfortunate event of meeting her; her image floats through one's dream, lingering as a quiet figure in the corner of your room as you attempt to shake away the nightmares. Hana is beautiful—hauntingly so—but one can’t help but wonder if there’s something wrong with her upon first glance. Whether it be her cheeks a little too hallow, her brown skin a little too dulled—as if she hadn’t stepped foot into the sun for a millennia—or her eyes lack the youthful glint typical among her peers. The young Bakir's looks make her more akin to the undead than any living person.

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"For the first time in my life, I am afraid I have no real desires."
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Initially coming into contact with Hana, one would immediately take note of her large eyes, complimented by long lashes in order to give her the appearance of a creepy doll. The expressive eyes aren't put to much use though as Hana can be usually seen with a extremely blank look on her face. Her unblinking stare causes others to be immediately unsettled by her presence.

The Bakir daughter is made up of stiff limbs, able to contort her body in an odd manner of ways. Like any other pureblood child, her posture is exquisite. Her skin is a dark brown, though dulled due to the lack of time she spends in the sun; two sets of mole embellish her face, two underneath her eye and two underneath her bottom lip.

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ENCY recode wip :p
Whoever kept justify from me i WILL find you.

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PLACEHOLDER CUZ DUCK IS LAZY
Eileen always looks like they have a sour candy in their mouth—lips curled downwards in an unsavory. Practically raised in a cesspool of their own hatred, Eileen tries their best to uphold who they were raised to be—and what they eventually will become. Extremely introverted, Eileen prefers to keep to themself—whether it be playing on their DS, or battling the demons that hover over their head! They hate most people (with like 3 exceptions), and thus make an active effort to avoid them; when someone does approach them they make it their mission to make said person's life a living hell for the duration of their interaction. It's very easy for them to pinpoint one's psychological weaknesses and abuse it to shit. They steal. They psychologically torture. Not because they really enjoy it, moreso because they feel compelled to. Because that’s what they were taught to do.

They're brash, overzealous, and short tempered. They lack empathy and struggle to understand those around them. The child does have one weakness: curiously, it seems no matter how hard they try, Eileen is incapable of physically harming another being—they’ll steal and throw nasty words at them, but will never raise a fist at another being.
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Eileen always looks like they have a sour candy in their mouth—lips curled downwards in an unsavory. Practically raised in a cesspool of their own hatred, Eileen tries their best to uphold who they were raised to be—and what they eventually will become. Extremely introverted, Eileen prefers to keep to themself—whether it be playing on their DS, or battling the demons that hover over their head! They hate most people (with like 3 exceptions), and thus make an active effort to avoid them; when someone does approach them they make it their mission to make said person's life a living hell for the duration of their interaction. It's very easy for them to pinpoint one's psychological weaknesses and abuse it to shit. They steal. They psychologically torture. Not because they really enjoy it, moreso because they feel compelled to. Because that’s what they were taught to do.

They're brash, overzealous, and short tempered. They lack empathy and struggle to understand those around them. The child does have one weakness: curiously, it seems no matter how hard they try, Eileen is incapable of physically harming another being—they’ll steal and throw nasty words at them, but will never raise a fist at another being.
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WIP FOR INPC ASIDUFHASDF
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