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[ there are some vibes to glean from this baby, and they're mostly about the

F̴̢̜͍̣̯͓̼̊̈́̓͆̅͌̌̆̈́͘͠Ì̶̧̧̘̺̣̩̤̦̠͛̾̄̏̓͒̋̇̏͜Ë̶̠̙̌͂̇͆̈́̑͆̌R̷̡̦̜̤͈̫̞̖̼͚̼̅͝Y̸͓̪͙̎̿̈́̐ ̴̡̲̯̻̟̇̿́̋̓͑̈́̅̒P̶͓̖̙̈́͠Ī̷̢͚̩͙͆̈́͋̈́͘T̶̢̧͖̹̻̋̂͐̌̑̚͘͝ͅS̶͙̥͚̮̊͊ ̵͕̯̣͈̩̺̾̌̀̈́͋O̷̠̹̻̞͋͑͐̇F̴̡͓̲̳̬̦̯̫͌̑͊̉͜ ̴̭̩͇̐̀̅̍H̶̡̳̞̩̜̟̻̥̖͆̆̉̀́E̵̙̻̮̯̪̟̤̝̰̽̌̆̍͑̊͛L̷̨̛̛̹̦̹̮̝̝̟͖̮͂̐̔͘̕͝͠͠ͅL̶̢̛̮̮̬̮̾̂͒̐͊̏̾̔͘͠

and her devotion to

Ṭ̶͑̚H̷̭͂É̴͓ͅ ̶̥̙̂U̷̪̅́Ǹ̶͕̼͝H̶̳̞̅̎Ö̵̜́͝ͅL̵̮̿̆Ỳ̶͇ ̸̰͚̔F̸͍͋̏Å̸͕̮T̷̛͍̺̈́H̵͙̆̊Ë̷͈̻́̚R̵͈̓ ̴̟̊̀Ŏ̸̰͍F̷̠̈̚ ̷̭̀͛A̴͉̰̕͝L̴̢̈L̶͉̉̽ ̴̢̨̈͝T̷͕͐H̶̲̾͊Á̵͒͜T̴̺́́ ̵̠̇͝I̸̳̍͌S̵͔̲͒ ̷̪͈͆̓È̵͍V̴̦̯̇Ḯ̷̢̬Ľ̸͚̞,

but in between all of that fun stuff are — faint memories. a motorcycle revving through the streets of downtown LA, a neon-lit palmistry store, a beautiful blond person with legs for days, emitting so much angelic light that it's blinding. and at the centre is a warm vision of her human, her witch, the demon boy who calls himself marco and feeds her table scraps from paper clamshells while they hunt down monsters who harm other monsters.

exorcism circles. unholy fires. running out of gas in the midwest. having to go back to hell every now and then because a hellhound isn't meant to stay topside for too long without devolving into mindless rage. when in dire need, she rises to his call.

and here, her human needs her again. ]

Edited 2024-11-23 16:24 (UTC)

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