A smiling shell.
She is empty,
yet filled to the brim
with memories
best left forgotten.

Indie Ib RP.

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masterguertena replied to your post
I’ve always wondered why so many people take art without permission for icons though… it’s like posting unsourced art, I don’t really get it

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[ I always source the art that my icons come from after I make them.
Whether it be on my personal, here, or any other place, I do show that I wasn’t the one to draw them, nor was I rude enough to be an uncaring thief that didn’t bother to look at their rules.

If my followers are too lazy to look into my image tags, they can send me a message and I can provide the source to them if they want one. I always keep one picture from a set for that cause.

The artists that I was talking about were ones that said it was okay to use their art in their profiles, so that’s why I was at a bit of a loss when they left like that. ]

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【企画】Ibオリジナルトランプ【参加させて頂きました】
 / By: (pixiv)

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#Thoughts 

sirvat:

When Ib had opened the door she stared shocked and her skin color drained from her body.

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This no…. this wasn’t right! How could this be possible? But no matter how she looked at the young girl she saw herself, only younger. But why? This was all too strange and surreal.

"W-what…. What are you?" 

In the corner of the other’s vision, there’s a hint of a smile.
The wisp of a person cants her head to the side, seemingly amused at the other’s ignorance.

     ❝ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ .

Another whisper, and, although quiet, rings within her origin’s ears. Just as the young woman used to speak in her childhood days. 

                                                    ❝ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ. ❞

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psa.

clearcoded:

Hi guys! A little psa. It seems that my Garry account elusiverose has been hacked or something has gone wrong seeing as I can’t log into it. I’ve emailed tumblr to try and help with the problem so all I can do is wait now. Sorry for the inconvenience, I can only hope I can get the account back. If you can help by reblogging to spread the word I’d be really grateful. 

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#oh no  #psa  #ooc 

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sirvat:

@childofscarlet ❦ @queeroic@vicis-vinco@konoharukakonose  ❦ @a-ccess-denied  ❦ @imperiumx  ❦ @nats—u

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Being stuffed inside of her apartment was annoying. With the storm raining down and lightning clashing with thunderous explosions following definitely made it hard for Ib to focus on her painting. She sighed, balancing the paint brush in her mouth before hearing the door bell ring.

Who would be out there in this weather?

"Ah coming!" she called before shortly heading to the door to open it.

Had anyone been walking by, they wouldn’t have seen anything.
A simple apartment door with no one in front of it, and a strange woman within saying that they were coming despite the fact that there was no one to come to.

                                                                                                                      Or was there?

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          ❝ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ? ❞

The words ring within her ears, childish, light, quiet. For a moment, perhaps the older one could see the flash of silken brown locks, of a visage all too familiar, of a scarlet pleated skirt whom the other had known her mother had picked out for her.

                                                ❝ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ 
                                                             ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ.❞

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hyacinthumrosa:

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{.} "Oh Ib! Long time no see. Well not as long. It’s good to see you again. Seems like we were fated to see one another sooner then later. How are you?"

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The child usually isn’t one for words, as shown clearly with her lack of verbal response. Yet her expression shows just show she feels, cheeks warm and pale lips pulled back into a dazzling smile. 
She runs up to the lavender headed man, catching him in a tight hug.

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