If someone is interested I might do “Which team people in my fic would root for at the WC” post

Eyes darted back and forth between desperate attempts to claw some form of understanding out of her broken mind. There was a sickening familiarity that stirred at the sight of the girl in front of her yet she could not place her. She could not recall her name, but something about her ... she knew, she KNEW something about her, only what? She'd rip her hair out over it were she alone, but the eyes of a child were on her, a stranger who was no one to her yet somehow she knew they had shared a bond once — but WHAT kind of bond? It was maddening, to be on the cusp of a realisation, to be so close to some sort of revelation, only for any answer to disappear between her hands like sand. She had half a mind to simply rid herself of the offending intruder, to take a bit of solace in spilling the girl's blood, feel the warm liquid spread over her hands and arms as she silenced whatever DOUBTS her presence had caused her through the repentance of a knife.

Amiwitos ya tengo canal ahora acá, por si gustan seguirme tendré tiempo de más así que estaré haciendo sus pedidos junto a mi amiguita ririii, gracias por el apoyo :3 🤏🏻

But anyways you seem chill so ima stick around :]

- 💜 (19, she/they)

Ayeeee Welcome 🤗