❅ 𝓦𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇.
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.ೃ࿐ ┊͙ The 𝓶𝓪𝓭 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈, the little ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 of the 𝐿𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓇 people.
* i have not finished the series.
#TheLunarChroniclesRP | #MV #FantasyRP #SciFiRP | Writer is 25. Muse is 17. | DNI if you are a lewd/taboo account please.
* i have not finished the series.
#TheLunarChroniclesRP | #MV #FantasyRP #SciFiRP | Writer is 25. Muse is 17. | DNI if you are a lewd/taboo account please.
ooc.
ohhhh, i vaguely remember that!!! you have a great memory! rip barbie rp…. you were so short lived 🙏
ohhhh, i vaguely remember that!!! you have a great memory! rip barbie rp…. you were so short lived 🙏
April 8, 2025 at 8:09 PM
ooc.
ohhhh, i vaguely remember that!!! you have a great memory! rip barbie rp…. you were so short lived 🙏
ohhhh, i vaguely remember that!!! you have a great memory! rip barbie rp…. you were so short lived 🙏
ooc.
!!!!! i KNEW you seemed familiar!!!
i had an Elina and a Genevieve!
!!!!! i KNEW you seemed familiar!!!
i had an Elina and a Genevieve!
April 8, 2025 at 7:31 PM
ooc.
!!!!! i KNEW you seemed familiar!!!
i had an Elina and a Genevieve!
!!!!! i KNEW you seemed familiar!!!
i had an Elina and a Genevieve!
swooning.
oh, just thinking about him…
… so handsome. ~
oh, just thinking about him…
… so handsome. ~
April 8, 2025 at 7:29 PM
swooning.
oh, just thinking about him…
… so handsome. ~
oh, just thinking about him…
… so handsome. ~
other’s, winter flourishes her arms.
“sometimes, i am made of porcelain, or ice.” looking down, she sees nothing but her own flesh. “today i am me.”
one of her better days.
“tell me, what’s your name?”
“sometimes, i am made of porcelain, or ice.” looking down, she sees nothing but her own flesh. “today i am me.”
one of her better days.
“tell me, what’s your name?”
April 8, 2025 at 5:33 PM
other’s, winter flourishes her arms.
“sometimes, i am made of porcelain, or ice.” looking down, she sees nothing but her own flesh. “today i am me.”
one of her better days.
“tell me, what’s your name?”
“sometimes, i am made of porcelain, or ice.” looking down, she sees nothing but her own flesh. “today i am me.”
one of her better days.
“tell me, what’s your name?”