She who will forever search for a way to make things right.
The one granted the power to mix worlds.
๐ป๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ถ.
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// temp pin while I'm still livid
TL;DR a bot somehow got onto my account overnight and posted so much stuff relating to NFTs that I just thought it was best to remake the account.
fuck man.
RT for others to find my new account.
time.
Sorry I'm still not around much, recovery is still the goal blah blah blah you know all that. It's still nice to stay mostly in my own bed at least.
Hello again everyone. It's apparently this account's anniversary, that's neat!
I don't normally do updates here, but figure since I've been prompted to-
My immune system is still shot, even despite my best efforts I get sick like, twice a week, but it should get better over
A hole is being torn in reality itself, slowly, patiently, ever-so-carefully expanded.
slowly leaking cotton candy clouds serve as an open invitation to sit and have tea.
It gets so boring in the land of sweets, even one so dedicated as her need a break every now and then.
Hunting for an arm amiss an unfamiliar monster's domain was not exactly her idea of a fun day off... but duty calls!
She'll be sure to express her frustrations next time she meets that other half! Inconsiderate!
"Of course I don't pay taxes- I-I mean! It's totally because I-I'm not under any government, not that I'm greedy or any-anything! Eheh- ehehe-...
J-Just click the funny buttons... "
Not her finest ad read... hopefully she'll still get a few coins for it though.
"The mixing phenomenon is so useful, watch this!"
She's tugging on the threads of reality's fabric.
There's a faint snap followed by a single instance of a horrified expression.
This timeline has been terminated. Onto the next.
[Solo: We are the Low HP Club!!]
It wasn't long after first being allowed to participate in Sweet Eater's games that a letter had appeared within one of Reika's school bags.
It simply read "Meet us at Sakura Smackdown, tomorrow", but those signatures caused great dread. >
[Solo: We are the Low HP Club!!]
It wasn't long after first being allowed to participate in Sweet Eater's games that a letter had appeared within one of Reika's school bags.
It simply read "Meet us at Sakura Smackdown, tomorrow", but those signatures caused great dread. >
< Despite her expectations, no one there seemed even remotely hostile. In fact, they seemed reassured once she had arrived! It was heartwarming to learn that friendship was so powerful that even these people, with near nothing in common could all get along, if they just tried. >
"In accordance with the contract I will now have to show everyone the ๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐ ๐พ๐ธ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ป ๐๐๐๐๐๐โข.
I'll be charging double for this, Natsumi, you're getting really sloppy with what you let people see."
"Kids these days rely too heavily on guns, Sweet Blogger showed me first hand, even when the wielder seems ever so delicate..
With a knife in hand there are far too many ways to skin a cat..."
Huh? She's... she's trembling..?
Natsumi, what did you show the poor war machine!?