#damemes

[philanthropist-misanthropist]

"Do your worst"

[philanthropist-misanthropist]

Oh man!

Can't wait for our Neural Link™s to start harnessing our kinetic energy to send it to satellites so they can turn it into quemical energy to feed Project BioBond so Griffin Musk can harness the power of the Dimetrix using his twin sister Vivian Musk after putting her into a state of contant suffering suspended in tube as only a nervous system with eyes so he can control the zombies created by our Neural Link's lack of Vitamos Z and then use said sister to control a giant robot to fight a fricking calaca chida that he accidentally brough here after he tried to invade the fucking after life using said Dimetrix, all with the help of his A.I assitant Grokcom, after ending the Musk legacy era and starting the Musk renegade era

[kazesusanoo]

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Send “ø” for a late night text.

[TEXT MESSAGE: 11:55 PM]       To: 岳羽       From: 花村I'm not going to go andget you damn strawberrieswoman its almost 12 I have school tomorrow!

[kazesusanoo]

✘

Send “✘” for a hateful text.

[TEXT MESSAGE: 6:55 PM]       To: 直斗君       From: 花村Why the hell did youhave to tell Chie that?omg shes gonna kill meya know!!

[kazesusanoo]

There once was a big dork.

; anonymously send me a six word story describing my muse.

{☼: 陽介 } — "I’m…                         confused? You’re talking about                         yourself right Satobaka?”

                         A teasing smile was playing upon his lips,                         casually humming, as he listened to the others                        reaction. It was always a pleasure to annoy the                        chariot, even though he was bound to get a kick.

[kazesusanoo]

The beary mean yet kind grown up--

; anonymously send me a six word story describing my muse.

{☼: 陽介 } — "Oi?                        You troublesome bear I’m                          not mean!”

                         Anger was within his features as he glared                         at the girl in front of him, their bright sky hues                         daring him to do something that he might regret.                         A sigh and the boy could only allow his hand to                          meet the crown of her head, gently tousling golden                         locks that it’s owner posses.                     "Thanks…"