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a scene from an RP me and are doing with basically ALL our characteres.
I couldnt resist drawing it though im supposed to be working on the manga. T-T
heres where it came from:

The Siblings all grinned. We who hold the key to the doors of insanity, they said, You will remember this for the rest of your small existence, sentiment being. Neat trick that was, separating us from each other, but you cannot separate us... The Siblings disappeared from their respective places and coalesced in front of Aarons face, here The Claws tapped his forehead. From yourself. The Key laughed as it evaporated even as Aaron tried to grasp them again.

You do not realize your mistake in your own world of self-righteousness. The Key stood in midair, darkness surrounding it like a cloak, humanoid in its appearance except for the snout poking from beneath its hood. We are not sentiment beings as you are, as the universe is, as even our creators Tairais and Oium are. We are sentiment in the sense that we are everything.

You believe you rule everything, that you are truly above even the gods themselves. The Key took the sides of Aarons face with clawed hands and pulled him closer. He found that he couldn’t move. But my dear, how can you rule anything when you cannot even rule this? a black tongue flicked across Aarons forehead, indicating his mind. We reside here, in the mind. Not at the moment can we truly threaten you, we are no ignorant hatchling. We are much wiser than you take us for. You are truly a hatchling in your way of thinking, and the way you view the world; as a spoiled child who always wants more playthings, even when it has all it needs reight there. We do not rely on force to fight, though we still thuroughly enjoy metting out punishment. Let us explain to you as you were our hatchling then. We who hold the key to the doors of insanity, We who IS the Key to the Doors of Insanity; We, who keep your darkest fears far away from the forefront of your mind, and parade it around when you least want it. You know us, Aaron Harper, don’t you? The Key gently let go of his face and held its palms face out towards him on either side, waiting for his reply.

Aaron Harper belongs to
The Key belongs to moi~

Description

a scene from an RP me and are doing with basically ALL our characteres.
I couldnt resist drawing it though im supposed to be working on the manga. T-T
heres where it came from:

The Siblings all grinned. We who hold the key to the doors of insanity, they said, You will remember this for the rest of your small existence, sentiment being. Neat trick that was, separating us from each other, but you cannot separate us... The Siblings disappeared from their respective places and coalesced in front of Aarons face, here The Claws tapped his forehead. From yourself. The Key laughed as it evaporated even as Aaron tried to grasp them again.

You do not realize your mistake in your own world of self-righteousness. The Key stood in midair, darkness surrounding it like a cloak, humanoid in its appearance except for the snout poking from beneath its hood. We are not sentiment beings as you are, as the universe is, as even our creators Tairais and Oium are. We are sentiment in the sense that we are everything.

You believe you rule everything, that you are truly above even the gods themselves. The Key took the sides of Aarons face with clawed hands and pulled him closer. He found that he couldn’t move. But my dear, how can you rule anything when you cannot even rule this? a black tongue flicked across Aarons forehead, indicating his mind. We reside here, in the mind. Not at the moment can we truly threaten you, we are no ignorant hatchling. We are much wiser than you take us for. You are truly a hatchling in your way of thinking, and the way you view the world; as a spoiled child who always wants more playthings, even when it has all it needs reight there. We do not rely on force to fight, though we still thuroughly enjoy metting out punishment. Let us explain to you as you were our hatchling then. We who hold the key to the doors of insanity, We who IS the Key to the Doors of Insanity; We, who keep your darkest fears far away from the forefront of your mind, and parade it around when you least want it. You know us, Aaron Harper, don’t you? The Key gently let go of his face and held its palms face out towards him on either side, waiting for his reply.

Aaron Harper belongs to
The Key belongs to moi~