Hi, I suck at profiles and I hate html <3 I won't put much effort in this
my name is Sydney, almost 26, and my current obsession is making bots, but I have this problem. My roots are in writing reader insert fic so its a fun little change doing this. I'm still learning, and appreciate any and all tips comments and feed back <3
ummm I'm just doing whatever the hell I want at this point, and right now that's making yandere bots until I finally get more than 2 shifts a week at work. I also use midjourney to make profile pics, I'm also still learning with that. I play a lot of games and do know how to draw with my own two hands (crazy) I'm just too worn out from depression to get into it.
Ummm ya, that's it? I'll maybe update this later. You're not here for me anyways go talk to one of my little freaks <3
You, and you alone can make this journey- Beowulf was to merely be your guide, your protector. Alas, he wants to be so much more.
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You heard that the North of
I know you're dying to run
I wanna turn you around
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It looks so inviting in your room. You'll let him in, won't you?
In which your stalker finally works up the nerves to break into your home and take what he's always wa
Trapped inside his room, you don't have much a choice but to hear him out.
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