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# π‘’π‘£π‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’π‘™π‘–π‘›π‘’. mdni.
Joined June 2022
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β €β € … I’m starting to think I’m some kind of magnet β€” for like, dudes with serious issues. β €β €
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β•± I'm BACK. just finished the fourth season yesterday. Absolutely insane.
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π“Ÿrone to exhaustion, senses betray her β€” head now languidly leaning against the 𝓻eader’s shoulder for rest, eyes succumbing to tenebrosity. Excuse her. It has been a long, exasperating morning.
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β•± new layout β€” filter by sladestrokes. β™‘
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Achy, nimble fingers β€”β€” she's 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 to place the pen down and cease writing. Perhaps it's time for some coffee. Anything to π’‚π’—π’π’Šπ’… sleep.
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β•± I want to write this. someone please do so with me, I beg.
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β•± one hour loading due to twitter being down, finally uploaded. christ.
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β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € ( @SeducteurReine ) β €β € β€œI’m so sorry,” 𝙄f Beck excelled in anything, it would be the constant ramming into sheer strangers, seemingly drunk and, most prominently .. weary. β€œI hope you’re not hurt? I wasn’t looking properly, my bad.” By the Β»
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Β« disheveled hair and smudged visage, it was no secret that the scribe had a rather.. uneventful night. So much for wanting a π™—π™§π™šπ™–π™ .
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β €β € β €β €β €β €β €β €β € ( @vigilanteshot ) β €β € 𝑯ow she wished it was a mere dream turned nightmare; that the figure before her existed solely in conjured reveries β€”β€” and, despite blinking relentlessly, foolishly hoping the woman would fade away; Beck found herself clutched Β»
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Β« by reality’s unmerciful grip. Physique unmoving; like a frigid 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍 was cast over her legs β€”β€” unable to breath. Balmy tears cloud a crystalline vision, lips wavering; it would be π’‡π’–π’•π’Šπ’π’† to run. β€œβ€¦ W–what do you want?” Guinevere lastly utters, tone barely Β»
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Β« above a whisper. β€œAnd how did you find me?”
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β €β € ❦⠀⠀ 𝒍ike for a gif starter with context. ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒓etweet for a direct message to plot. β €β €
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𝓒leep is for the weak; or so they say. Despite vigorous resistance, eyes gradually close shut; head leaning against’s the couch’s padding. Nightmares persist, never had she thought she’d dread sleep so profoundly.
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ΰΌ» * 𝓐 literate, descriptive and alternative portrayal of 𝓖uinevere Beck β€”β€” wherein the persevering scribe survives, stained by haunting memories and reveries. A shattered vision, remnants of her old self waning away; consumed by trauma and paranoia. 18+ minors do not interact.
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