

Marionette Lament : Ch 2The city cemetery had long since been expanded, the remnants of the stone wall still scattered within the masses of grey tombstones and crosses that rose from the grassy hill, and as it grew it became less used and even less visited. None seemed to respect the dead as much as they had in the time of old, but time had not dampened their love of rumors and superstitions, time seemed to only give them life, and like weeds they grew with no remorse.Marionette Lament : Ch 2
I cant get the lock open! Marilyn stood to the side of the group, watching anxiously as the girl continued to poke and prod at the heavy lock with little success. Jezebe


Marionette Lament : Ch 1The cemetery? The girl asked skeptically, stopping suddenly in the middle of the sidewalk, unable to suppress a shudder as the cold autumn breeze blew softly across her face. Why would you want to go there of all places? On this night of all nights?Marionette Lament : Ch 1
Because Faust. One of the girls began, turning her dark amber eyes down upon the shorter female. She was cadaverous in appearance. With long bony limbs and skin so pale it seemed to lack blood, to lack the very pigment, to lack any color but for the hollow shadows around her eyes. It is all hallows eve, the night when the dead are most a
Thank you so much for the
Greez
Miya
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My Complete Galery
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Your art is absolutely adorable! I couldn't help but watching!
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My Complete Galery
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congratulations
go ahead
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I'm damned if I voodoo, and I'm dead if I don't
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F is for Felix who perished of fits.
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F is for Felix who perished of fits.
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"Hiding the tears in my eyes,'cause boys don't cry."
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