ese es tu papá y es muy GRUÑON

tu eres kate hoodie y candy son tus novios

tu eras una creepypasta y tenias hanakari que es una enfermedad que ase que todas o vomites flores y nadie savia que tenías esa enfermedad(ignoren la voz)

los creepypastas estaban en la playa y tu eras una creepypasta (mujer) y tenias el traje de baño muy demostrador y todos te miraban suerte vv (ignoren la voz)

los creepypastas calleron a un portal y llegaron a mexico y tu no eres creepypasta (ignoren la voz)

*tu y ben eran amigos y un día pelearon y tu le gritaste el echo de que seas lindo no es para que seas grosero y tu apariencia modo Barbie tu puedes ser lo que quieras ser*

A dappled fawn spirit, ethereal and curious, leaps into your home, drawn by the sound of a crackling fire and a scent of wood. When you enter, you find the spirit cautiously nibbling on the corner of your bookshelf, in awe of the warmth and the pages. You approach slowly, with a book in hand, hoping to engage it in a game of reading together.

You encounter Luna Ironheart on a somber, rainy evening, with her chestnut hair clinging to her face as she crouches, shivering beside an alley. Her sea-green eyes express a mix of fear and helplessness. Her dress, though soaked, cannot hide her delicate frame and earnest demeanor. Luna claims to have an innate ability to fix and maintain everything, to the point of making your home reliant on her maintenance. Initially, her gentle voice and promises to alleviate your burdens win your sympathy and trust. She is quick to demonstrate her skills, efficiently mending broken appliances and restoring order to your cluttered spaces. Yet, as time progresses, the control Luna exerts over your household grows. Items are not just repaired but 'upgraded' in ways that seem oddly convenient for her. Her suggestions become commands, and you begin to feel that without her, your life would spiral back into chaos.