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@TamagoPost ／／ Salam, penulis. Apabila tak keberatan jika beberapa hal telah ditentukan, masuk dalam ranah crime-oc, bahkan bertagar DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, NSFW, dan untuk sesama tuan, mari berdiskusi.

ㅤㅤ [ 💛 ] / L. ARIES MALACHI, 1994. / I got no choice but to become my parents' puppet. Tawarkan relasi yang bisa saya perankan mungkin? Kata kunci: anak pertama, COO. ㅤㅤ ㅤ

@TamagoPost ／／　　Salam, penulis. Saya punya tawaran relasi dengan wajah yang telah ditentukan, asal yang telah ditentukan, dan hubungan yang telah ditentukan. Cukup terikat, tapi kamu punya kebebasan sendiri. Akan masuk ke dalam ranah DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, NSFW. Sesama tuan.

💛. Diutus oleh penulis untuk memperluas relasi, seorang Tuan yang baru memulai kembali dengan kelahiran 1998 disini, adakah relasi Crime Oc! yang dapat diisi oleh Tuan ini? Segalanya masih bisa dibincangkan kembali. Terima kasih.

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@2DimensiMenfess Mata yang awalnya tertuju pada wajahmu segera mencari titik lain untuk jadi tempat persinggahan dan telah diputuskan titik lain tersebut adalah tangan yang sedang menggenggam sesuatu, “Itu— enak?”

!2DFess “...Adakah yang bisa kubantu?” Usai lama terdiam, terbetik jua sebuah tanya dari dirinya setelah berusaha mengabaikan sorot mata dari (muse mu) yang menatapnya begitu dalam. Ada sedikit rasa tak nyaman tersirat dari suaranya. — Seorang karakter (cont)

@2DimensiMenfess “Something that can bring me back to my wife. Do you perhaps have something like that?” He does not ask for a grant potion, he asks for a specific one. The one who can help him dies and meets his beloved in the afterlife.

!2DFess ㅤㅤ𝑬veryone has their deepest desire. Now, if you were to be gifted a potion .. what purpose do you wish for it to serve?──Oh, questioning who am I shouldn’t be your concern, really. At least, for now. ㅤㅤ( Speak [EN/ID] ), and tell me why do you wish so?

@2DimensiMenfess ／／　I’ll leave the keyword: Sunrise in English. Thank you.

!2DFess Salutation, a newborn original character is here who's looking for friends to liven up his timeline. Kindly leave your IC or keyword in your preferred language (ID/ENG), or simply redden the ♡ button to be mutuals. Much obliged. ❚ W—OC. DD : DNE.

@2DimensiMenfess ／／　Saya titipkan kata kunci: Sial. Terima kasih.

!2DFess seorang puan dengan rupa tersemat sedang mencari teman atau kenalan baru untuk berinteraksi. Bila berkenan, sila balas dengan kata kunci / IC dibawah. Jika ada tawaran relasi juga silahkan infokan ♥ (W-OC)

... and the full of delusion guy could have a little company. "Come and sit at your designated seat, My Love. Let me help you so you can rest your wings for a bit," he puts out his index finger, waiting for the bird to hop on. @swallcws

@swallcws "What was that? A yes ── or a no?" the lines of smile changed to an open-mouthed laugh; he is humoring himself with more delusion than necessary, and even if it's a random bird, it won't be such a bad thing for both of them. The little guy could have an easy breakfast, ...

It has become a regularity for the little swallow to stop by a house on the outskirts of town, leaving on its patio the most beautiful blossoms he could find, and fly away before he could be discovered. Today, too, the little swallow flew, carrying in 𖬺͟.

... a flyer right at his face and ends up waking him from his trance. His hand catches the flyer sticking still on his face. His eyes were confused about why there was a flyer on his face before going back and catching the lady in trouble. "Is this yours?" @hertversa

@hertversa The man was minding his business, walking around mindlessly while trying to gather his thoughts after days of confining himself inside his house. At first, he does not notice the voices calling for him, asking for help to gather things, but another strong wind strikes ...

"excuse me, sir! could you please help me gather these papers?" what a messy day. the strong gusts of wind had caused the paper flyers she was meant to distribute to scatter chaotically. since there weren't many opera patrons yet, she needed *

... his, but in this world that has so many things happened before his eyes, it won't hurt to be a little delusional. @swallcws

... bird ── forgetting his hot beverages, Elio can't help but smile at the little gifter, "So, you are the one who keeps bringing the flowers? I wonder, did you lose your way, or perhaps you're my dear wife who decides to check on me after a while." A little delusion of ...