ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ The city is my table, ᅠᅠᅠᅠ and every soul is a wager. ᅠᅠᅠᅠ I don't believe in miracles. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ───────────────── ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ † 𝗘𝗦𝗧. 𝟭𝟵𝟵𝟮. † ᅠ

𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗗. | It's so sad to end the relation with my new fella, maybe he's uncomfortable with some things, so... well, it's fine though. That character will go back to being an NPC again, I'm also still in the process of developing it.

Me and my little baby bear, forevermore.

&&. They ate, GOAT.

&&. Damn.

&&. I can't, I can't, my baby, I can't.

&&. Stop. I'm about to come.

𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗗. | I kind of regret why I stopped sailor Joon's story. God fucking dammit.

They say that a furious person only needs kisses. And I'm that person.

Stupid shit.

Motherfucker.

𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗗. | All done.

𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗗. | I will keep my account small and will kick out people who rarely interact with me without exception.

“You're such a motherfucking pain in my ass, a goddamn stain. I'm so goddamn furious right now that I'd hunt you down in your own fucking dreams just to spit on your face and still feel like it's not enough. Get the fuck out of my sight, dickhead.”

&&. I miss him, where is he?

&&. Test? Another error, isn't that right?

Damn, he is so fine.

Just a midday session to make sure I'm the best view you'll see today.

Pure temptation in a human form.

&&. All set, currently doing a temporary swap to Mads Mikkelsen without disrupting the storyline and plot.

𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗗. | After all the hard work of creating lore, world-building, n distinctive personalities for my characters, everything just fell apart. I think I need to have a serious discussion with Nova regarding this issue, it completely shattered my writing mood and creative flow.