ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 , 𓆊 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⚰︎

Holding onto @crocgod.bsky.social like a slothh

“ w-why would i want that . ” She seems very unenthusiastic for these antics

She's hiding under her desk with pillows, a couple notebooks, and a flashlight

She's floating face down in a pool . Is she. . . Alright ?

Kneeling cow | Paul Gauguin oil on canvas

“ i-i think detectives may work like Jojo stands ; always drawn near , and always a feeling . ”

The soft glow of cigarette embers was hardly enough to be a camp fire , but it at least warmed the frigid soul . Anne's steps down the alleyway looked clumsy , and strained . Like something was currently so deep on her mind she had forgotten how to move normally .

"𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐃𝐨𝐨. 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟." 🥁𝗖𝘆𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗸/𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻/𝗦𝗰𝗶-𝗙𝗶 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 🥁𝙉/𝗦𝗙𝗪 | 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁/𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 🥁𝗔𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗪𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 | 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗗𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 | 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀/𝗧𝗮𝗯𝗼𝗼 𝗗𝗡𝗜 #OC #Fandomless #MVRP

Pouncing on @crocgod.bsky.social and switching to a hug :)

Sad girl hours She's lonely in the agency

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒚 𝑨𝒄𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒂, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓. #FERP #MVRP #OCRP

V𝑎𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟； 𝑁𝑜𝑢𝑛 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡， 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐴 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡． #MythRP #OCRP #MVRP

❝ the world is bad enough as it is ❞ #OCRP #MVRP #HORRORRP ❝ we don't need to add more bad to it ❞

“ Well what have we here ? ” Draped over an ancient couch , the temples gilded walls cracked and smothered with vines

💢

Kiss me passionately in the secluded corner of a used bookstore on a cobblestone side street in Prague during a raging thunderstorm, or kindly stop wasting my time.

“ quiet night tonight. . . ”

V𝑎𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟； 𝑁𝑜𝑢𝑛 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡， 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐴 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡． #MythRP #OCRP #MVRP

"sᴛᴏᴘ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ." ᴇʟᴅᴇʀ ▼▼▼

Digging a hole , she's been at it against the frost ridden ground for a while now .

「🦖」 Damn, the Oneiroi community is here too Then I'll probably bring in lulla this week

͟͟͞͞「 🦖 」 Not much muse for this one anymore But I could bring back one of my really old muses. . .

The mist winded through the trees, a faint song echoing in the distance. A restless tune calling out to the 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑, beckoning them closer with the sweet melody.