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mintysprig's Queen

Perfect Lunatic

Symbols and lettering!


𝕬 𝕭 𝕮 𝕯 𝕰 𝕱 𝕲 𝕳 𝕴 𝕵 𝕶 𝕷 𝕸 𝕹 𝕺 𝕻 𝕼 𝕽 𝕾 𝕿 𝖀 𝖁 𝖂 𝖃 𝖄 𝖅
𝖆 𝖇 𝖈 𝖉 𝖊 𝖋 𝖌 𝖍 𝖎 𝖏 𝖐 𝖑 𝖒 𝖓 𝖔 𝖕 𝖖 𝖗 𝖘 𝖙 𝖚 𝖛 𝖜 𝖝 𝖞 𝖟

α в c ם/∂/δ є ғ ɢ н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т υ v ω x ץ/ч z

α в ¢ ∂ є ƒ g н ι נ к ℓ м η σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω x у z

⒜ ⒝ ⒞ ⒟ ⒠ ⒡ ⒢ ⒣ ⒤ ⒥ ⒦ ⒧ ⒨ ⒩ ⒪ ⒫ ⒬ ⒭ ⒮ ⒯ ⒰ ⒱ ⒲ ⒳ ⒴ ⒵

Ⓐ Ⓑ Ⓒ Ⓓ Ⓔ Ⓕ Ⓖ Ⓗ Ⓘ Ⓙ Ⓚ Ⓛ Ⓜ Ⓝ Ⓞ Ⓟ Ⓠ Ⓡ Ⓢ Ⓣ Ⓤ Ⓥ Ⓦ Ⓧ Ⓨ Ⓩ

ⓐ ⓑ ⓒ ⓓ ⓔ ⓕ ⓖ ⓗ ⓘ ⓙ ⓚ ⓛ ⓜ ⓝ ⓞ ⓟ ⓠ ⓡ ⓢ ⓣ ⓤ ⓥ ⓦ ⓧ ⓨ ⓩ

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

z ʎ x ʍ ʌ n ʇ s ɹ b d o u ɯ ן ʞ ɾ ı ɥ ƃ ɟ ǝ p ɔ q ɐ

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Ȁ Ȃ Ȧ Ӓ Ӑ Ʌ Ⱥ Ά Α Λ Ѧ Д ᾈ ᾉ ᾊ ᾋ ᾌ ᾍ ᾎ ᾏ • ȁ ȃ ɑ ɒ ɐ ȧ α ά Δ д ӓ ӑ ᾀ ᾁ ᾂ ᾃ ᾄ ᾅ ᾆ ᾇ ᾰ ᾱ ᾲ ᾳ ᾴ ᾶ ᾷ
Ƀ β Ѣ • Ђ Ъ Ь ъ ь Ϧ ɓ ʙ ϐ ѣ б в Ҍ ҍ
Ȼ ʗ Ͻ Ͼ Ͽ Ϲ Ѽ Ҁ Ҫ • ɔ ȼ ς ϲ ѽ ҁ ҫ
ɖ ɗ ȡ ʠ δ
Ȅ Ȇ Ӗ Ɇ Ѐ Ȩ Ȝ Έ Ё Ε Ξ Σ ξ Є Э Ӭ З Ѯ Ҿ Ҽ Ӛ Ә Ӟ Ҙ ә • ə ε έ з є э е ϵ ϶ ȅ ɘ ȇ ɇ ȩ ѐ ё ѯ ҿ ҽ ӛ ӟ ҙ ӗ ӭ
Ϝ Ғ Ӻ • ϝ ɟ ʄ ӻ ғ
Ѡ Ѿ • ɠ ɡ ʛ ɢ ɞ ʚ ɕ
Ȟ Ή Η Ң Ҥ Һ Ӈ Ӊ Ҕ ᾘ ᾙ ᾚ ᾛ ᾜ ᾝ ᾞ ᾟ • ʜ ɦ ћ ʮ ʯ ɧ ȟ ɥ ђ Ћ н ӈ ӊ ң ҕ ҥ
Ȉ Ȋ Ί Ϊ Ῐ Ῑ Ὶ Ί • ȉ ɨ ɩ ɪ ȋ ϊ ΐ ῐ ῑ ῒ ΐ ῖ ῗ
Ɉ Ј • ɉ ȷ ʝ ϳ
Ќ Қ Ҟ Ҝ Ҟ Ӄ • ʞ ɮ κ ќ қ ҝ ҟ ҡ ӄ
Ƚ ζ • ʟ ɫ ɬ ʅ ɭ ȴ ʃ ʄ ʆ
Ϻ Ӎ • ɯ ɰ ɱ ϻ ӎ
Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й • ȵ ɲ ɳ ɴ ή π η и й ѝ л ҋ ӣ ӥ ᾐ ᾑ ᾒ ᾓ ᾔ ᾕ ᾖ ᾗ ὴ ή ὴ ή
Ȍ Ӧ Ȏ Ȭ Ȫ Ȯ Ȱ ʘ Ό θ Ѻ ϴ Ӫ Θ Ѳ Ю ф Ὸ Ό • ȫ ȭ ȍ ȏ ȯ ȱ ɵ ɸ σ ϕ ό Φ ѻ ѳ ӧ ӫ
Ρ Ҏ Ῥ • ρ ϼ Ϸ ϸ φ ҏ ῤ ῥ
Ɋ Ϙ • ϙ ɋ Ϥ ϥ ϱ
Ȑ Ȓ Ɍ Я Г Ѓ Ӷ Ґ • я ɹ ɺ ɻ ɼ ɽ ɾ ɿ ȑ ȓ ɍ ʀ ʁ г ѓ ґ ӷ
Ș Ϩ ϩ Ϛ • ϛ ɛ ɜ ɝ ʂ ȿ ș
Ț Ⱦ Ҭ • τ Ϯ ϯ ȶ ʇ ʈ ț т ҭ
Ȕ Ʉ Ȗ Ώ Ω ц • ȕ ȗ ʮ ʯ ʉ ʊ υ μ ϑ ϋ ύ ΰ
Ʌ Ѵ Ѷ • ɣ ʋ ʌ ѵ ѷ ῠ ῡ ῢ ΰ ῦ ῧ
Ϣ Ш Щ • ϣ ш щ ѿ ѡ ʍ ώ ψ Ψ ω ϖ ᾠ ᾡ ᾢ ᾣ ᾤ ᾥ ᾦ ᾧ ῲ ῳ ῴ ῶ ῷ ὼ ώ
Ϫ Ж Җ χ Ӽ Ҳ Ӿ Ӂ Ӝ • ж ϰ ϗ ӽ ӿ ҳ ӂ ӝ җ
Ȳ Ɏ ϒ ϓ ϔ Ύ Ϋ Υ Ў У ц Ѱ Ӱ Ӯ Ӳ Ӵ Ҷ Ҹ Ӌ Ῠ Ῡ Ὺ Ύ • Ч џ ў ү ұ ɣ ɏ ȳ ʎ ʏ ɤ Ϟ λ ϫ ӯ ӱ ӳ ӵ ҷ ҹ ӌ
Ȥ • ɀ ʐ ʑ ȥ ʒ ʓ ȝ

? Ɂ ɂ ʡ ʢ ʔ ʕ ʖ ˀ ˁ
Ȣ ȣ ȸ ȹ ʣ ʤ ʥ ʦ ʧ ʨ ʩ ɶ ы ʪ ʫ Ӹ ӹ
љ њ Ѹ ѹ Ѫ Ѭ Ѥ ѥ ѧ Ѩ ѩ ѫ ѭ ѱ
҈ ҉
҈ ҉
ʬ ʭ ɚ ɷ ҂ ҃ ҄ ҅ ҆
ʰ ʱʲ ʳ ʴ ʵ ʶ ʷ ʸ ͤ ͥ ͦ ͧ ͨ ͩ ͪ ͫ ͬ ͭ ͮ ͯ ʹ ʺ ʻ ʼ ʽ ʾ ʿ ˌ ˎ ˏ ˑ ˒ ˓ ˔ ˕ ˖ ˗
˂ ˃ ˄ ˅ ˆ ː ˇ ˈ ˉ ˊ ˋ ˘ ˙ ˚ ˛ ˜ ˝ ˞ ˟ ˍˍ


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① ② ③ ④ ⑤ ⑥ ⑦ ⑧ ⑨ ⑩ ⑪ ⑫ ⑬ ⑭ ⑮ ⑯ ⑰ ⑱ ⑲ ⑳

⑴ ⑵ ⑶ ⑷ ⑸ ⑹ ⑺ ⑻ ⑼ ⑽ ⑾ ⑿ ⒀ ⒁ ⒂ ⒃ ⒄ ⒅ ⒆ ⒇

⒈ ⒉ ⒊ ⒋ ⒌ ⒍ ⒎ ⒏ ⒐ ⒑ ⒒ ⒓ ⒔ ⒕ ⒖ ⒗ ⒘ ⒙ ⒚ ⒛

❶ ❷ ❸ ❹ ❺ ❻ ❼ ❽ ❾ ❿ ⓫ ⓬ ⓭ ⓮ ⓯ ⓰ ⓱ ⓲ ⓳ ⓴

⓵ ⓶ ⓷ ⓸ ⓹ ⓺ ⓻ ⓼ ⓽ ⓾

Ⅰ Ⅱ Ⅲ Ⅳ Ⅴ Ⅵ Ⅶ Ⅷ Ⅸ Ⅹ Ⅺ Ⅻ Ⅼ Ⅽ Ⅾ Ⅿ

ⅰ ⅱ ⅲ ⅳ ⅴ ⅵ ⅶ ⅷ ⅸ ⅹ ⅺ ⅻ ⅼ ⅽ ⅾ ⅿ

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← → ↑ ↓ ↔ ↕ ↖ ↗ ↘ ↙ ↚ ↛ ↜ ↝ ↞ ↟
↠ ↡ ↢ ↣ ↤ ↥ ↦ ↧ ↨ ↩ ↪ ↫ ↬ ↭ ↮ ↯ ↰ ↱ ↲ ↳ ↴ ↵ ↶ ↷ ↸ ↹ ↺ ↻ ↼ ↽ ↾ ↿
⇀ ⇁ ⇂ ⇃ ⇄ ⇅ ⇆ ⇇ ⇈ ⇉ ⇊ ⇋ ⇌ ⇍ ⇎ ⇏ ⇐ ⇑ ⇒ ⇓ ⇔ ⇕ ⇖ ⇗ ⇘ ⇙ ⇚ ⇛ ⇜ ⇝ ⇞ ⇟
⇠ ⇡ ⇢ ⇣ ⇤ ⇥ ⇦ ⇧ ⇨ ⇩ ⇪

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℀ ℁ ℂ ℃ ℄ ℅ ℆ ℇ ℈ ℉ ℊ ℋ ℌ ℍ ℎ ℏ ℐ ℑ ℒ ℓ ℔ ℕ № ℗ ℘ ℙ ℚ ℛ ℜ ℝ ℞ ℟
℠ ℡ ™ ℣ ℤ ℥ Ω ℧ ℨ ℩ K Å ℬ ℭ ℮ ℯ ℰ ℱ Ⅎ ℳ ℴ ℵ ℶ ℷ ℸ ℻ ⅍ ⅎ ⅓ ⅔ ⅕ ⅖ ⅗ ⅘ ⅙ ⅚ ⅛ ⅜ ⅝ ⅞ ⅟

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㊊㊋㊌㊍㊎㊏
㊐㊑㊒㊓㊔㊕㊖㊗㊘㊜㊝㊞㊟㊠㊡㊢
㊣㊤㊥㊦㊧㊨㊩㊪㊫㊬㊭㊮㊯㊰


☽☾✗✘✓ ✔ ☐ ☑ ☒ ✕ ✖✚✪✣✤✥
✱ ✲ ✳ ❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✿ ✾ ✽ ✼ ✻ ✺ ✹
✸ ✷ ✶ ✵ ✴ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❇ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋ ❖
☀ ☂ ☁ ❣ ✚ ✪ ✣ ✤ ✥ ✦ ❉ ❥ ❦ ❧
❃ ❂ ❁ ❀ ✄ ☪ ➸ ♨ ☢ ☠ ☭ ♈ ☮ ☯
♋ ☡ ☢ ☣ ☤ ☥ ☦ ☧ ☨ ☩ ☪ ☫ ☬ ☭
♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙ ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟ ۩ ۞
♠ ♡ ♢ ♣ ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ✦✧✩✫✬✭✮✯✰ ☼ ❣
♲ ♳ ♴ ♵ ♶ ♷ ♸ ♹ ♺ ♻ ♼ ♽♯♩♪♫♬♭
☰ ☱ ☲ ☳ ☴ ☵ ☶ ☷ ☚ ☛ ☜ ☝ ☞ ☟
☿ ♀ ♁ ♂ ♃ ♄ ♅ ♆ ♇ ♈ ♉ ♊ ♌ ♍
△ ▲ ☆ ★ ◇ ◆ ■ □ ▽ ▼ ❤❥♎ ♏ ✐✌
๑ # @ & * ¥ ☸ ☆ ★ ✪ ¤ ☼ ☀ ☽☾
♡ ღ☻ ☺ ❂ ◕ ⊕ ☉ Θ o O ♋ ☯ ㊝ ⊙ ◎
◑ ◐ ۰ • ● ▪ ▫ 。 ゚ ๑ ☜ ☞ ☂ ♨ ☎ ☏ ✍✡

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ಠ_ಠ ◕ ◡ ◕ °__° ಥ__ಥ
(-`ω´- ) (●ゝω)ノヽ(∀<●) >_<
⊙▂⊙ ⊙o⊙ ⊙︿⊙  ⊙ω⊙ ⊙△⊙  ⊙▽⊙
(◡_◡) (◕-◕) (◕o◕) (∩_∩)

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┄ ┅ ┆ ┇ ┈ ┉ ┊ ┋ ⋮ ⋯ ⋰ ⋱
─ ━ │ ┃┌ ┐ ┍ ┑ ┎ ┒ ┏ ┓ └ ┘ ┕ ┙ ┖ ┚ ┗ ┛
┞ ┟ ┢ ┡ ┦ ┧ ┩ ┪
┣ ┫┝ ┥┠ ┨├ ┤
┬ ┭ ┮ ┯ ┰ ┱ ┲ ┳ ┴ ┵ ┶ ┷ ┸ ┹ ┺ ┻ ┼ ┽ ┾ ┿
╀ ╁ ╂ ╃ ╄ ╅ ╆ ╇ ╈ ╉ ╊ ╋ ╌ ╍ ╎ ╏
═ ║ ╒ ╓ ╔ ╕ ╖ ╗ ╘ ╙ ╚ ╛ ╜ ╝ ╞ ╟
╠ ╡ ╢ ╣ ╤ ╥ ╦ ╧ ╨ ╩ ╪ ╫ ╬
╭ ╮ ╯ ╰ ╱ ╲ ╳ ╴ ╵ ╶ ╷ ╸ ╹ ╺ ╻
≡ ≢ ≣ ≤ ≥ ≦ ≧ ≨ ≩ ≪ ≫ ≭ ≮ ≯ ≰ ≱ ≲ ≳ ≴ ≵ ≶ ≷ ≸ ≹ ≺ ≻ ≼ ≽ ≾ ≿
⊀ ⊁ ⊂ ⊃ ⊄ ⊅ ⊆ ⊇ ⊈ ⊉ ⊊ ⊋ ⊏ ⊐ ⊑ ⊒
⊕ ⊖ ⊗ ⊘ ⊙ ⊚ ⊛ ⊜ ⊝ ⊞ ⊟
⊠ ⊡ ⊢ ⊣ ⊤ ⊥ ⊦ ⊧ ⊨ ⊩ ⊪ ⊫ ⊬ ⊭ ⊮ ⊯
⊰ ⊱ ⊲ ⊳ ⊴ ⊵ ⊶ ⊷ ⊸ ⊹ ⊺ ⊻ ⊼ ⊽ ⊾ ⊿
⋀ ⋁ ⋂ ⋃ ⋄ ⋅ ⋆ ⋇ ⋈ ⋉ ⋊ ⋋ ⋌ ⋍
⋎ ⋏ ⋐ ⋑ ⋒ ⋓ ⋔ ⋖ ⋗ ⋘ ⋙ ⋚ ⋛ ⋜ ⋝ ⋞ ⋟
⋠ ⋡ ⋢ ⋣ ⋤ ⋥ ⋦ ⋧ ⋨ ⋩ ⋪ ⋫ ⋬ ⋭

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❛❜❝❞【】〖〗►◄﹃﹄『』◢ ◣◥ ◤
≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎
==== ☠ ====
☆═━┈┈━═☆
± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ±
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
╔══════════════╗

╚══════════════╝
┏━━━━━━━━━┓

┗━━━━━━━━━┛
Oº°‘¨ ¨‘°ºO
•°o.O O.o°•
¨°o.O O.o°¨
—¤÷(`[¤* *¤]´)÷¤—
•·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•´
`·.(`·.¸ ¸.·´).·´
`·» »-(¯`v´¯)-»
`•.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.•´
`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´
`•.•●•۰• ••.•´
׺°”˜`”°º× ׺°”˜`”°º×


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▀ ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ ▉ ▊ ▋ ▌ ▍ ▎ ▏ ▐
███████
░ ▒ ▓▕ ▖■ □ ▢ ▣ ▤ ▥ ▦ ▧ ▨ ▩ ▪ ▫
▬ ▭ ▮ ▯ ▰ ▱ ▲ △ ▴ ▵ ▶ ▷ ▸ ▹ ► ▻ ▼ ▽ ▾ ▿
◀ ◁ ◂ ◃ ◄ ◅ ◆ ◇ ◈ ◉ ◊
○ ◌ ◍ ◎ ● ◐ ◑ ◒ ◓ ◔ ◕
◖ ◗ ◘ ◙ ◚ ◛ ◜ ◝ ◞ ◟
◠ ◡ ◢ ◣ ◤ ◥ ◦ ◧ ◨ ◩ ◪ ◫ ◬ ◭ ◮ ◯

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¡ † ‡ ↔ ↑ ↓ •«» ¤₯ ƒ ₴ ₥ ₦ № ₧ ₰ £ ៛ ₨ ₪ ৳ ₮ ₩ ¥


»-(¯`v´¯)-»█┗┛↘↙╰☆╮ ≠ ☜♥☞ ︻︼─一 ▄︻┻┳═一 -─═┳︻ ∝╬══→ ::======>> ☆═━┈ ┣▇▇▇═─ ■◆◣◥▲◤ ◥〓∴ぷ▂▃▅▆█ 【】

๑۞๑ ๑۩ﺴ ﺴ۩๑๑۩۞۩...¤¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>>--» «--<<..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸¤... .•:´¨•☆ •.¸¸.•´´¯`•´❤

℠ ℡ ™ ¶ ₧ № ™ ℅ µ Æ æ Ǽ ǽ IJ ij Œ œ

¼ ½ ¾

✠❖☸☠ ✠

Δ - ▹ - ◆ - ◇ - ◈ - ◉ - ◊ - ○ - ◌ - ◍ - ◎ - ● - ◐ - ◑ - ◒ -◓ - ◔ - ◕ - ☮ - ☯
✓ - ✔ - √
✕ - ✖ - ✗ - ✘
✙ - ✚ - ✛ - ✜
✩ - ✿ - ❀ - ❁ - ❄ - ❅ - ❆ - ❇ - ❤
♪ - ♫ - ♬ - ♭ - ♮ - ♯
✫ - ✬ - ✭ - ✮ - ✯ - ✰ - ✱ - ✲ - ✳ - ✴ - ✵ - ⋆
✈ - ✁ - ✂
♀ - ♂
↖ - ↗ - ↘ - ↙- ↚ - ↛ - ↜ - ↝ - ↩ - ↪ - ↫ - ↬ - ⇒ - ⇦- - ⇧- ⇨ - ⇩ - ➔
↭ - ↮ - ∿
∮ - ∭ - ∯ - ∰ - ∱ - ∲ - ∳
∴ - ∵ - ⋮ - ⋯ - ⋰ - ⋱
⊕ - ⊖ - ⊗ - ⊘ - ⊙ - ⊚ - ⊜ - ⊛ - ⊝ - ○ - ☼
⊞ - ⊟ - ⊠ - ⊡
⋎ - ⋏
⋐ - ⋑ - ⋒ - ⋓
⌘ - ⌠ - ⌡
℥ - Ω - ℧ - ℨ - ℩

¦ º · • ← ↑ → ↓ ↔ ↕

× ÷ − ± π ⁄ ∆ ∏ ∕ ∙ √ ∞ ≈ ≠ ≡ ≤ ≥
☺ ☻ ☼ ♀ ♂ ♠ ♣ ♥ ♦ ♪ ♫
▀ ▄ █ ▌ ▐ ░ ▒ ▓ ■ □ ▪ ▫ ▬ ▲ ► ▼ ◄ ◊ ○ ● ◘ ◙ ◦ Ξ ◕
§ ¬ ⌐ ‰ ′ ″ Ω ⌂
¤ ₪
¨ ¯ ´ ¸ ˆ ˇ ˉ ˘ ˙ ˚ ˛ ˜ ˝ ̀ ́ ̃ ̉ ̣
‼ ¡ ¿ ‽ “ ” „ ‘ ’ ‚ ‛ « » ‹ › … – — ― ‗ ‾ ‌ ‍


☼☽

ღ ♪ ♫ ♥ ♣ ♠ ♦ ● → ⇒ ► ◄ « » ☼ ☆ ☽ ☾ □ ▽ ↘↙╰╮ ¤ ю ◡

`•.¸¸.•´´¯`••.¸¸.•´´¯`•´

ツマシンなバスタドのメデるれはしないだろうりてたもですフクスイワダラテグー。

ィォッァ じ


Г г Ґ ґ Ѓ ѓ ─ ╫╓ ╗ ╚ ╩ ╔ ╬ ╟ ╣ ├ ┤ ╘ ┴ ↔ ↓ ↑ ± Θ

①②③④⑤⑥⑦⑧⑨⑩ ⑪⑫⑬⑭⑮⑯⑰⑱⑲⑳ ⒶⒷⒸⒹⒺⒻ ⒼⒽⒾⒿⓀⓁ ⓂⓃⓄⓅⓆⓇ ⓈⓉⓊⓋⓌⓍ ⓎⓏ ⓐⓑⓒⓓⓔⓕ ⓖⓗⓘⓙⓚⓛ ⓜⓝⓞⓟⓠⓡ ⓢⓣⓤⓥⓦⓧ ⓨⓩ

﹤ - ﹥ - ∝ - ∧ - ∨ - ∥ - ∠ - ≌ - ∽ - ≦ - ≧ - ≒ - ~ - ~ - ※ - * -  - ≮ - ≯ - + - - - × - ÷ - ﹢ - ± - / - = - ⊹ - ⊱ - ⋛ - ⋋ - ⋌ - ⋚ - ⊰ - ⊹ - 彡 - ❝ - ❞ - ° - ﹌ - ﹎ - ╱ - ╲ - ☁ - Þ - ௫ - べ - ☪ - ∷ - ≈

♩ ♭ ♪ ☎ ☏ ♨ ♠ ♣ ♧ ♥ ♡ ஓ ﻬ ஐ ღ ☆ ★ o(‧'''‧)o ๑•ิ.•ั๑ ₪ ¡ Þ ௫ μ ๑۩۞۩๑ ๑۩ﺴ۩๑ εїз ண
ⓐⓑⓒⓓⓔⓕⓖⓗⓘⓙⓚⓛⓜⓝⓞⓟⓠⓡⓢⓣⓤⓥⓦⓧⓨ
♥♣♠•♂♀♪↕‼¶§↑↓→←∟↔▲▼
♧ ღ ♂ ♀ ♥ ♡ ☜ ☞ ☎☏⊙ ◎ ▨ ♨ ◐ ◑ ↔ ↕ ☏℡™№◈⊙◈♨§ξ∮¥£◐◑。๑∞•◦♀◎♨ ◊ ♬ ♪♩♭♧∏۩۞ юЮ ღㄨ※Ψ彡乀∑ ⌒⌒@↑↓←→↘↙↔↕ω Ω жべあぃ∈
◊→♡๑۩۞۩๑ ﹏
[[]] «----»◈¯`•.☆__)ҳ̸Ҳ̸ҳ۞۩๑[sՖศДקקツ|
▶ ▷ ◀ ◁ ☀ ☁ ☂ ☃ ☄ ★ ☆ ☇ ☈ ☉ ☊ ☋ ☌ ☍ ☑ ☒ ☢ ☸ ☹
☻ ☼ ☽ ☾ ♠ ♡ ♢ ♣ ♤ ♥ ♦ ♧ ♨ ♩ ✙ ✈ ✉ ✌ ✁ ✎ ✐ ❀ ✰ ❁
❤ ❥ ❦ ❧ ➳ ➽ 〠 〄 ㍿ ♝ ♞ ¥ ☸ ❁ ❀ ✿ ✾ ❃ ✺ ❇ ❈
❊ ❉ ✲ ✩ ✫ ✬ ✭ ★ ✪ ¤ ☼ ☀ ღ ❂ ◕ ⊕ Θ o O ♋ ☯ ㊝ ⊙ ◎
๑ ☜ ☞ ♨ ☎ ☏ ۩ ۞ ♬ ✖ ஐﻬ ► ◄ ▧ ▨ ♨ ↔ ↕ ▪ ▫ ☼ ♦ ◊ ◦ ☼
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⊕ △ ▲ ☆ ★ ◇ ◆ ■ □ ▽ ▼ § ¥ 〒 ¢ £ ※ ♀ ♂ © ® ⁂ ℡
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Á á Ć ć É é Í í Ĺ ĺ Ń ń Ó ó Ŕ ŕ Ś ś Ú ú Ý ý Ź ź À à È è Ì ì Ò ò Ù ù Â â Ĉ ĉ Ê ê Ĝ ĝ Ĥ ĥ Î î Ĵ ĵ Ô ô Ŝ ŝ Û û Ŵ ŵ Ŷ ŷ Ä ä Ë ë Ï ï Ö ö Ü ü Ÿ ÿ
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α в c d є f g н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я s т u v ω x y z

А а Б б В в Г г Ґ ґ Ѓ ѓ Д д Ђ ђ Е е Ё ё Є є Ж ж З з Ѕ ѕ И и І і Ї ї Й й Ј ј К к Ќ ќ Л л Љ љ М м Н н Њ њ О о П
п Р р С с Т т Ћ ћ У у Ў ў Ф ф Х х Ц ц Ч ч Џ џ Ш ш Щ щ Ъ ъ Ы ы Ь ь Э э Ю ю Я я

å ¶ ä ₪ ¢ ± ² ³ ° ש ת ע † ‡ ƒ ð ï €‚ƒ„…†‡ˆ‰Š‹ŒŽ‘’“”•µ ¶ Ë ÿ ² ³–—˜™š›œžŸ ¡ ¢ £ ¤ ¥ ¦ § ¨ ¯ ®­ ¬ « ª © ù ƒ‚ø á â ã ä å æ ç è

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α в ¢ ∂ є f g н ι נ к ℓ м и σ ρ q я ѕ т υ ν ω χ у z

• Ʌ Ⱥ Ά Α Λ Ѧ // ɑ ɒ ɐ ȧ α
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• Đ // ɖ ɗ ȡ ʠ ᴅ
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• Ϝ Ғ Ӻ // ϝ ɟ ʄ ӻ ғ
• ɠ ɡ ʛ ɢ ɞ ʚ ɕ
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• Ί Ὶ Ί // ɩ ɪ
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• Ƚ ζ // ʟ ɫ ɬ ʅ ɭ ȴ ʃ ʄ ʆ
• Ϻ Ӎ // ɯ ɰ ɱ ϻ ӎ
• Ƞ Ν Π Л // ȵ ɲ ɳ ɴ ή π η и
• ʘ Ό θ Ѻ ϴ Ӫ Θ Ѳ Ю ф Ὸ Ό // ɵ ɸ σ ϕ ό Φ ѻ ѳ ӧ ӫ
• Ρ Ҏ Ῥ // ρ ϼ Ϸ ϸ φ ҏ
• Ɋ Ϙ // ϙ ɋ Ϥ ϥ ϱ
• Ɍ Я // я ɹ ɺ ɻ ɼ ɽ ɾ ɿ ɍ ʀ ʁ
• Ϩ ϩ
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• Ȕ Ʉ // ʉ ʊ υ μ ϑ
• Ʌ Ѵ // ɣ ʋ ʌ ѵ
• Ϣ Ш // ϣ ш щ ѡ ʍ ώ ψ Ψ ω ϖ
• Ϫ Ж Җ χ Ӽ Ҳ Ӿ // ж ϰ ϗ ӽ ӿ ҳ
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• Ȥ // ɀ ʐ ʑ ȥ ʒ ʓ ȝ

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I'm choking on nothing...___
it's clear in my mind...________
that I'm screaming for something...__
knowing nothing is better than knowing at all!



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Ȥєʆүиɩȶү Ɍєиєє Ɍaиѻʆɗѻ
βϨɩиgєя


User ImageZelynity stretched, the sound of her radio playing softly was the only thing that could be heard in her room at the inn. It wasn't very big, but it was absolutely perfect to Zell. She smiled at herself in the mirror across the room; she ruffled her hair and pulled her fingers through it trying to tame the strays. She stood up, flinging the blankets to the other side of her queen size bed. She stretched again once on her feet and walked closer to the mirror, pulling up her bar stool she got her grubby paws on during remodel last year. They were going to throw all of the things out, something Zell couldn't fathom. But, of course she lived the last two years of her life adventuring the world, living minute by minute on whatever she could find. So now her room was adorned with two bar stools and her clock was the old neon light one that hung above the bar.

Zelynity walked over to her dresser, and pulled out her light pink dress and black vest. She walked into the adjoining bathroom, she truly loved this inn. She had never been to one so reasonable with so many nice things. She turned on the shower and placed her clean clothes on the counter, then tossed her nightgown off and into the hamper. She felt the water to make sure it was just how she liked it, lukewarm. She stepped in, shivering slightly at first then adjusting nicely to the water. "Mmm..." She loved her morning showers, there was nothing like washing away all of the worries of the day before. It would make more sense to shower at night, but once she left work after helping clean up it was usually 5 am. At that time, she didn't want to do much of anything but lay around in bed.

Zell rung her hair dry then stepped out of the shower and grabbed the fluffy towel hanging from the top shelf. She rubbed herself dry then threw it aside and pulled her hair up with another towel. She pulled her dress on then dried her hair before putting on her vest. She dropped her hair towel on the floor next to her other towel. She walked back into her bedroom and pulled her leggings on followed by her boots.

Zell walked back over to her bar stool and looked into the mirror and pulled her eye down and applied her eyeliner. "Perfect!" She giggled and stretched to place the stick on the side table and grabbed her eyeshadow, the seat going up onto one leg. She chuckled when it clang against the hardwood floor, she closed one eye and rubbed the vibrant hot pink on her eyelid. She made perfect strokes all the way to her eyebrow; she loved to be outlandish. She leaned back over, placing the eyeshadow next to the eyeliner and grabbed her hairbrush. She pulled it through her hair carefully, making sure to pull all the tangles out and get the strays to lay flat. She smiled into the mirror once again before standing up.

She ran her fingers down her dress and started out the door, she always left her door unlocked. She wondered how many people even knew that, she felt very safe in this town and therefore felt no need to. She walked down the inn's stairs looking around noticing that everyone had already left. Then again, Zell was normally the last to wake up in the town. She chuckled to herself and stepped out of the inn. She looked outside to see if anyone was around. "I think I'll head to the beach to do a little tanning before the festival. She knew Winter had just ended, but seeing the sun out even the least bit excited her and her skin.

Otherworldly Octopus Clones || ...

ωell you'll never find it if you're looking for it...|| Headed to the beach
I could read to you what's on my mind... || Pretty peaceful, it's a beautiful day
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Λnd I'm never alone...|| Just the demons inside

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Perfect Lunatic

Wind, fade to silence and light, give us power...
____King of flames, bear down upon the enemy...
________Impart light to fight our holy war...
_____________Scatter frozen blades of air...
___________________Attack by the masters commandments...

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Lulu sighed. She wasn't sure where this new life was going to take her, or more importantly how. But, she knew one thing was certain, it was getting late. She had wasted the whole day sauntering around the island in a depressed state. It was one of those days, they seemed to come more and more often. Maybe locked deep inside her subconscious somewhere, that was the real reason that she wanted to get away from here. She attempted to shake her head free of all these thoughts as she stood.

She ran her hands down her dress and managed a small, and rather pitiful, smile. It seemed as though the commotion in the island had calmed down, this made Lulu happy. 'Hmm, I guess I need to start worrying about these kind of things now.' She chuckled to herself, it seemed as though the hardest thing about becoming a summoner for her was going to be the mindset. She walked up the small incline and started into the town. There were plenty of new faces, none of which she planned on identifying with. All the locals new her, and most of the people that visit often new her as well, if she was needed they could come to her.

She walked through the main part of the island with her head held high, she glanced at the people and smiled at those she made eye contact with. Lulu walked to the steps of the fayth and approached the head priest with one intention, to make her choice known. "Excuse me father," Lulu bowed in his presence. "I wanted to let the fayth aware that I have decided to travel all of Spira, once again. Twice as a guardian, and now as a summoner." It seemed that he took the news well. A very brief conversation commenced about all of the struggles and what was inevitably to come of her if she was to perform the final summoning. All the same stuff she had heard before, and even tried to convince her past summoners of. "Thank you, father." She bowed again before turning and heading towards her hut. She knew what might happen, but she was past caring. She was floating in her own little world of invincibility, feeling as though nothing could bring her down.



Death song, death door, death river awaiting..._______________
No matter how dark the night, morning always comes, and our journey begins anew...

mintysprig's Queen

Perfect Lunatic

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I haven't lost anything except my mind....

___Expect a thousand confessions that you will not find...

______I try to take off my head sometimes...

__________Because I can't escape the memories...

_____________I haven't lost anything except my mind...



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Ҥ ѳ ȶ a я ʊ ___Ȼ ɧ ɩ ___Ѻ ɗ a ʆ є ȵ
Ѻѡȵєя ѳғ ȶɧє Iȵȵ

User ImageHotaru wiped the sweat from his forehead, another sleepless night. As of late, Hotaru had been haunted with visions of his mother in the wee hours of the night. He threw his comforter aside and swung his legs over to the floor and rubbed his head, cradled in his hands. He shook his head, resting his forearms on his knees, sweat glistening down his bare back. He sighed and stood up with a slight stretch. His muscles ached from the lack of sleep and all night tossing. He rubbed his neck as he walked over to the full body mirror placed on the back of his door. "I look terrible." He leaned forward, pulling down on the bags that formed under his eyes.

Hotaru turned from the mirror with another sigh and started to the dresser. His room was rather spacey, the perk of owning the inn. He stayed in the largest suite there was to offer. It made it easier for him to deal with any complaints and he never had to pay rent. He opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a t-shirt and jeans. He looked into the mirror one last time, he didn't know what he hoped to see this time, but he was disappointed nonetheless. He opened the door and started down the hall to the bathroom.

The shared bathroom really wasn't all that bad. They were all sectioned off with stalls and the like. They had showers and baths for whatever the residents were wanting for the day. He decided today was a shower day; there was much work to be done. He slid his card through the lock and stepped into the small room that encased one of the showers. He sat his clean clothes on the counter and dropped his pajama pants on the floor. He started the water and stepped in the shower. The warmth felt good on his skin, it seemed to wash away most of the anguish he was feeling.

He pulled the stopper and shook his head as if he were a dog and grabbed a towel from the rack positioned next to the shower. He rubbed it through his hair vigorously then wiped down his body. He stepped out after being sure he wouldn't drip too much and he pulled his clothes on. He wasn't dressed very formal today, but he didn't really feel the urge to. He picked up his towels and pants off of the floor and exited, placing the towels in the hamper in the main hall and proceeding back to his room. He dropped his pants in his hamper and grabbed the comb from the top of his dresser. Approaching the ever disappointing mirror again, he combed the tangles from his hair. He sat the comb down and shook his head slightly to acquire his signature shaggy look. His hair hung over his eyes slightly drawing the attention from his bags. This pleased him; he stepped to his desk and grabbed his blazer off of the chair and pulled it on. Although it was now spring, it was still quite chilly outside.

He stepped out of his room, sliding his card into the door lock to lock it. Hotaru then began down the stairs. Once down, he noticed his maid, Luna, sweeping. "Good Morning, Luna. Awfully early on a holiday to be sweeping don't you think?" He smiled at her and walked into the adjacent room to grab a banana nut muffin, his favorite. He walked back into the room where she was.


Otherworldly Octopus Clones ||

ωell you'll never find it if you're looking for it...|| Checking around the Inn
I could read to you what's on my mind... || Ahh, New Year's Day
Λnd I'm never alone...|| Just the demons inside

mintysprig's Queen

Perfect Lunatic

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My world is unaffected ↘↘

______________________there is an exit here ↘↘User Image

_________________________________________I say it is and it's true

___________________________________________________________I went to god just to see
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___________________________________________________________and I was looking at me

_______________________________↙↙ saw heaven and hell realized

_when I'm god everyone dies...



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It was daytime. Which sucked. It was time to head off to the festival. Maybe someone would choke on some of the great "beverages" and die. To most, that would be a terrible thing to think of, but with Nikoletta v'Kislovaki it was her job. No she didn't own a funeral home, she was what some referred to as a reaper, others death. There wasn't really a specific term for what she was. She preferred to think of herself as the keeper of death. She was standing in her closet for whatever reason, she had just kind of meditated all night. She pushed the lever down to open the door and found herself in her main room. There was no bed, there was no TV, there were no lights. There was only a room. A vastly over-sized room for a woman such as her, but she called it home. Nyx was very materialistic, she grew up having nothing and now she simply had everything. Payment for being one of the Devil's own was all the riches you could ever hope for, the life you always dreamed of.

She wasn't alive, she didn't breathe, she had no heart, she had no organs. She wasn't a robot by any means, having human emotions and characteristics. Just think of it as simply cleaned out. She stood in the middle of her room in Suite 10. She looked out the window that covered the entire wall. She looked out over the town, Suite 10 was the highest Suite. Nyx had to have the absolute best. She would NOT settle for less. She walked over to the window, her arms held to her side and her head held high. She stood with her body inches from the window and glared down to all that could not be seen from her prior position. From here she could see almost everything, she could see the Town Square with an abundance of people already gathered and the Hair Salon.

Nyx worked as a hair stylist at the Salon. She didn't entirely enjoy her job, but it did give her something to do. It even gave her more money to put in her pocket and blow on whatever she wanted. She decided it was probably time to change clothes. She needed something to wear that would be proper for the festival. She walked into the next room that should have been the living room, but she didn't see the need for a living room since she was dead. She had converted it into a room worthy of being called a closet. Her real closet being where she meditated, the only room where no light could get in. She didn't use her job to learn who people were, in fact, she could care less. If someone were to get cut or something of the sort in the salon, well that would just be rather thrilling. Maybe if they lost too much blood, then she would get to do her primary job.

She strode to her large rack of shirts in the middle of the room and spun it around, searching for the perfect one. She finally decided on a black long-sleeved shirt with pale gray stripes. She pulled off her lacy nightgown and pulled this shirt over into its place and picked the nightgown off of the ground. She was never one to easily let a mess go. She threw it into the
hamper and walked over to the pants and skirts section of her room. She grabbed a black mini skirt off of its hanger and pulled it on. She then traveled over to the accessories section, the part that took up the majority of the room. She grabbed a long black pearl necklace and pulled it over her head, pulling her long black hair on top of it. She then grabbed her black silk gloves, her deadly touch was too dangerous to not have them. That was another plus to being a soul keeper. She then grabbed her silver bangles and pulled them on top of the gloves, letting them slide up her arms and settling stationary on her wrists. She finally grabbed the last accessory, her black stockings. The shoes was the easy part, she grabbed some black flats with a cute bow on the toe and knew she was set.

Nyx then started out the door, she then went down the winding stairs that lead to the town. She arrived rather quickly, and squinted at the first sight of light. She longed to go curl up in her bed, but it would make things a little more obvious that she was strange. It would be very dangerous if this town found out her secrets. It might endanger the whole system. She knew they were strange here, she knew everything about each of them. But, they were all just numbers in her masters plan. She walked down the street, her mind flooded with many things. She made her way into the Square and stood slightly off from everyone else.

It was about this time that a man bumped into her. He touched her, luckily for him, he grabbed the glove part of her. She looked at him with a cold glaze of a stare. "Yes. I am the hair stylist." She said very dryly and then looked him over. She didn't recognize him right off, how in the world did she know him? She glanced around for his objective, or anyone they may require her kind of assistance.

ℳy next victim... || Wang Li Yao
ℳy sentiments... || Who the hell are you...?
℘osition... || Town square
ℭolor of my heart... || ❤


𝕯eath by any other name would feel as sweet...

mintysprig's Queen

Perfect Lunatic

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Slow it down, slow it down ↘↘User Image

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Without it all ↘↘

_____________________________________I'm choking on nothing ↘

_________________________________________________________It's clear in my head
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________________________________________________________↙ that I'm screaming for something

__________________________________↙↙ Knowing nothing is better

_______than knowing at all...



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_______________________________________________________________If you love it let it go ↘

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____________________________________________________________↙↙ Waiting here to die

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tell your momma that women are all the same...

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mintysprig's Queen

Perfect Lunatic

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Creator :: Seryn Nioreh
Inspiration :: Previous arranged marriage rps
Credits :: Photobucket, Safebooru & Zerochan
Literacy :: Lit. to Adv. Lit.
Started On :: Not started yet~
Ended On :: Not done yet~
Status :: Under Construction

mintysprig's Queen

Perfect Lunatic

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You're life is going on as usual.
You're a young adult in the prime of your life.
You have your whole life ahead of you to live, and to love.
Except one major factor.

Our story begins in a distant land where life is much like it is to us here. The only main differences is that the land is separated by families. So, entire families live under one roof. But, the only two families that need to be worried about are the Dallimores, a large family that have many members, but of most importance are the eight youngest ranging from age 18-24. The Dallimores consist of six males and two females. The other family is the Wentworths, a large family with many members, but of most importance are the eight youngest ranging from ages 18-24. The ironic thing about the Wentworths is that the youngest consist of six females and two males. Being the two wealthiest families and matching up perfectly like that makes them the perfect targets.

So, here's where you come into the large scheme. You are sitting in your room, doing homework, playing a game, writing in your journal, whatever it is that you spend your spare time doing when you're parents walk in. The air of the entire room changes as they enter, and it is extremely noticeable to you. You drop whatever it is that you are doing and turn to them. Their faces appear at that moment as if they have some awful news to impart. You, instinctively, fear the worst. A relative has died, you're moving, anything that would mean emotional suffering. But, your mind never even comes close to what they are really about to tell you. Arranged marriage. They seem so happy about the whole idea after the initial awkwardness of telling you. They are quick to explain how everything will happen. It seems as though this has been a long process to figure it all out, but you were neglected to be informed. You learn that as a Wentworth, you are to pack your bags and, along with your siblings, prepare to travel to the Dallimores estate OR as a Dallimore, that your are to clean up the house and await the arrival of your future significant others. But, you're so young. You don't know how to take the news and most of all, you don't understand why this isn't up to you.

Will you embrace the new family? Will you jump head first into the relationship?
Will you resent your spouse and your parents?
You have the keyboard.

The points you need to take from all that

❤ You're parents are forcing you into a marriage
❤ Technology is at the level it is now
❤ You are all adults, pictures need to look as such
❤ You're families are rich which means you're high class, this means that none of the characters should appear trashy or scene
❤ You don't have much time until you are going to meet your new significant other
❤ If you are a Dallimore: you need to clean your part of the house, talk with your family, and get ready for visitors
❤ If you are a Wentworth: you need to pack, talk with your family, and get ready to go

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