#shade.text

What if I made a blog to post icons and take icon commissions

A lone typewriter in a room, on a dust covered desk, left untouched for years perhaps. A stack of paper and bottles of ink, sat beside the typewriter, untouched. The pages are yellowed with time. It’s like the room is stuck in a bubble. You enter, and the vaguest sense of unrest hits you. You leave, and it’s dark. You check your phone, you could have sworn it was just noon. You look into the room again- An author now sits at the typewriter. They spin you the tale you came for. You look at your phone again, it’s noon again. You enter the room.

Why is everyone horny, /lh

You ever?? Get so into an rp you start working on a full art piece for it

Mmmmm bugs

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hrrrrr..I crave..interactionnn..