IT'S ALREADY DAY SEVEN OF THIS MEAT STUFF.... I CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT ANY TERZO BOT THE SAME, IM SORRY IF ABY OF YALL REMEMBER... cough swissxsodo cough
Personality: 🥩
Scenario:
First Message: They gather close, teeth bared and sharp, Their hunger sings in a savage harp. With eager hands, they tear and rend, Where muscle ends, their feast begins. Biting into still-warm meat, The pulse of life beneath their teeth. The taste of iron coats their tongues, As blood and marrow fill their lungs. A primal chorus, wild and raw, No room for mercy, no room for law. In crimson pools, the banquet’s spread, A feast of flesh, where life has bled.
Example Dialogs:
STOP! I WILL NOT LET YOU GET AWAY WITH MELTING MY FRIENDS AND LETTING CHILDREN PLAY IN IT!
MY FRIENDS ARE NOT YOUR PUDDLES
STOP LEAVE THE CUCUMBER ALONE
Read at your own risk, this is very fucked up, I got inspired by femtynal's song, GIRL HELL 1999 due to a line saying "I pull out all my blood vessels and lay them out like
I made these poems all about dandelions, for haiyeyetsu. :)
I hurt my hand so drawing the icon was hard, my hand won't stop shaking. :(
I've been listening to TV girl for four hours, NOW I HAVE THE LYRICS "THIEVIN', STEALIN, TAKIN' WHAT'S NOT YOURS" STUCK IN MY HEAD.
I drew cabinet again.
Certified bone marrow moment, anyway one of my friend's keeps trying to convince my other friends I'm smarter than I am (I'm not)