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💼:; Givenchy bambi bag gifted by jess !(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

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① makeup bag with my eyeliner, mascara, lip liner, lipstick and lipgloss

② dragibus candy bag...(⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

③ cherry cola can yum

④ hand cream

⑤ perfume (also the same i have in my CR :3)

⑥ monchichi ring and a little bunny trinket that are hanging out.. together in the bag. lazy. i fear i am like this in all of my realities.

⑦ flowers I pick on my walk to uni/alone walks, so i can give them to my loves.

⑧ wallet with the pictures of jess n oscar in it (notice how they're both wearing sunglasses)

⑨ beautiful calligraphy pen that oscar gifted me, also hanging out in the bag.

⑩ macbook w case and sticker

⑪ childhood camera (CR one!) that i scripted still works and will always work. I take pictures of everything and anything.

⑫ tissues and hand sanitizer

⑬ gum

⑭ little betty page pouch for additional stuff, so happy i found it!!

𝓦𝓮 𝓭𝓸 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 .ᐟ 16:00 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓰𝓮

𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮 20:20 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮

𝓖𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓼

It's a dark, grim world out there, and the world is still not over in the midst of darkness in the clouds so high above, but in the midst of the darkness—there is no light right at the top, but… It was all a joke from the beginning, up to the point you don't know what's real in this piece of literature you're reading, or whether what I'm saying is real to you.

It's up to you to analyze me for your bullshit of entertainment instead of enjoying a handsome, charming businessman with an eye for entertainment that I rightfully sponsored for the sake of my own company. It's a dark world, but you don't know much about it; you have eyes to see but not to see much in this threatening world that you're in. Eyes may deceive you, and it's a key to the soul, but if it weren't for the soul, we would remain eyeless.

I'm not stalling you, I was just a curious fellow seeing your eyes immensely reading my words in this— You wait to the point where the story starts, if it weren't for my existence— Well, let's relish this world right now, waiting for this to end, and for the sake of art.

You Really Got Me by The Kinks played on the radio. "You know what I did to deserve this— I served the weapons for this country, the US of A," I said in disappointment and bothered by whoever these people are. "Well, they are afraid of you for fucks sake, Mr. Wilson." That random military woman answered, which wasn't supposed to be answered. I rolled my eyes in irritation and smacked my lips, then bit my lips out of arousal. "Wow, didn't know cats like you could meow like that… What's under that suit?" I tried to charm her, but she sped up the vehicle out of disappointment, rolling my eyes again. The man beside me was acting unprofessionally by repeatedly tapping my hand. "Mr. Wilson, can I take a quick photo with you?" he asked in sheer excitement. I let out a fake grin, spreading my lips into a soft, so-called amused chuckle. "Of course," I answered the man. He grinned back, his fingers forming a peace sign as he fished his phone out of his pocket. I positioned myself beside him, trying to put down the sign he made with his fingers by shaking his hands, the camera flashed between my eyes, and faded my smile in relief— I looked good-looking in that photo, between the flash straight to my eyes that wasn't bright enough that I could see.

He let out a sigh of sheer joy, warmth flooding his chest as he embraced the fleeting moment of pleasure. As was predictable, the tension in the air hinted that doom was approaching, and we were getting close to imploding, upfront and right on top. I could almost count down the seconds: 1, 2... It did as said— Kaboom. I was left standing right there in the view of the beautiful desert, gazing at the imploded version. I felt pain, but not that much; the soldiers died right in front of my eyes, blood that sheared so quickly as their deaths with guns held on their heads, shot right above their heads, filled with dread that left them for dead. The terrorist approached me with a firearm lifted in his hand, targeting my right eye, and shot me in the blind, a blindfold with no sight of my eyes.

An alleyway, US, New York, New York (+ 17-hour free flight, hijacked terrorist plane)

"Mr. W, you promised us some fucking weapons," the guy who I totally did not recognize said right in my one right eye. I softly chuckled in amusement, with a sheer grin taking over my mouth, and I pulled my arms up as a joke, laughing it up. "Well— WWW industries can't take both sides in this arrangement… Don't it? And I can't see yo—" I got interrupted during my joke by getting shot right in the right eye once more, which didn't seem quite right. "Shut the fuck up, you can't take both sides for the sake of success to your bitch ass company," he threatened me, insulting my company, and I grinned in amusement, smacking my lips. "For a group like youse, you certainly are a happy bunch… Kill the guy who gave you that, that, and that," I responded sarcastically, pointing to their weapons and gadgets, which were laughable to them but weren't. They shot me in the right eye again, making me lose even more blood than usual. I must say.

I felt my world getting darker through my eyes; it was like death was calling me from right up on top or down below from the circles of hell upon my existence, calling me from the void. I felt death rising and uplifting me straight from my eyes with the calling of the void uprising between my eyes, not knowing what was left upon me or right from what I dwell among the world. I wouldn't believe in Christ himself when he accepts heaven, or would he be upon my grave on the dark hill with no baptism, it was a limbo. I ate the forbidden fruit with carnal knowledge within women that I have dwelt with before and marked with lust, playing into the bargain. My life was filled with gluttony and was a waste of myself, materials, and over-consuming time with control disguised as selfishness. I was greedy throughout my entire life. Wealth was bestowed upon me when I was living on top, with fame engraved upon my name. I needed eyes to see me for what I was and had become, with recognition a true symbol of praise and money upon my name. My wrath was grave with rage, for no good reason at all, and hid it with a smile upon a smile of my face, you would look through my eyes and see rage upon it as if it were a key through my soul. I wouldn't believe in Christ, as said, but it was a hard-hitting truth, and if they called it truth, Jesus refused everything in the bible despite being born a god like I was. I was violent among people throughout my entire life. I would hit on women in bars, and I hit women back at home. I owned slaves and beat them when it was the right time, not working from what they were supposed to do for me… Fraud is what they call sticking with my name on the board and engraving it with their claws. I was standing on a frozen lake with dead bodies piling up, and the treachery of my guilt raised the bodies. Then it hit me, I felt something mutating my body, and they injected it with Compound V It felt like an accident that I deserved, and, reforming myself entirely, I was conscious. I twitched my middle finger, then my left eye blinked, and I had control of my hematic tissue. I moved my blood entirely, bringing me back to life, but I remain eyeless, and my right eye was popping off. I stood up independently, letting out a sigh in exhaustion. "Bonjour," I greeted them with a sly grin and was impressed by what I rightfully deserved. "You guys chose the V instead of completely murdering me— You guys are nice"

They forcefully put an eye patch straight on my right eye, making it tight, which nearly popped my eye. I let out a sigh in exhaustion with pure solemnity. Was I supposed to feel afraid of them? I lied, but wasn't that enough?. "Make an eye, you could feel right and take both sides," they threatened me. I rolled my eyes and stood up with my arms up to a rock. I noticed nitrate, charcoal, and sulfur. I began to make black powder for myself to make color straight in my eyes. As I made it, I got silica from the desert with sodium carbonate from the alcohol of those terrorists, stabilizer from chalk, and made glass so I could see through. I weighed and mixed the ingredients so I could see, and then heated them to 2,552°F, but don't do the math, making them molten. I began to shape it to the narrowness of my eyes, comparing it with the glass. I placed it on a soldering block to anneal it.

I attached it straight to my eyes and adjusted it, making a hiss right at my eye as I failed to connect it to my technology. The sparks licked my lashes; the prosthetic was a bit colder than I thought, sending a chill crawling across my skin and sending a shock to my jaw. I repeatedly winked when I was supposed to blink, but it didn't feel quite right, so I gave it up. It was alluring and charming, but lived annoyingly at best. I adjusted my dark hair so that it would not get stuck in my eye, my voice was gravelly and raspy, deep as always, and I stroked my light facial beard. Now you get my appearance, handsome, right in your imagination, just like you thought?

I turned around, seeing the terrorist looking right at me. They slowly began to let out a chuckle in amusement. When it wasn't supposed to be funny, my grin slowly faded away as I was proud of what I made when being held hostage for the sake of art. "You gonna let me out or not?" I command them since it wasn't a joke with sheer callousness & ire, crossing my arms, I carefully poured the corrosive fine black powder I had meticulously crafted watching as it glistened like tiny obsidian shards, each grain reflecting a hint of light as it flowed smoothly from my fingertips right inside my firearm, my fingers trembling, pointing it at their left eye. "Is there anything left?" one of them began to laugh nervously at my ultimatum. One of them laughed, too fast, his eyes flicking to the alley’s end like he hoped for an escape I didn’t intend to give. His mouth opened up, and I slammed the firearm inside his mouth, making him bleed, and I began to flee away from the terrorist scene. You think I deserve that?

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