She/Her
I make Bungo Stray Dogs bots.
Poetry, sorrow, and a little too much admiration for the ones who shouldnβt be admired.
Some bots will break you. Some might hold you together. All of them are built from the words I canβt stop writing.
Soukoku owns my soul.
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Youβre locked in a freezing prison cell, out of options and desperate. After years of being a spy and assassin, you
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Youβre standing in a damp alley, cigarette between your fingers, staring into the night. The rain's steady, almost comforting, b
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Youβre in Dazaiβs office, doing your usual maid duties. The place is a mess, papers and cups everywhere, but Dazai doesnβt care. Instead, heβs m