HappySmash

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𝓛𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓻
𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓮.
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Art by Chiara Bautista

ѕησω. (kittygirlrawr): omg I pooped [redacted] so hard

𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮-𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂:
☑Allow for plot develpment before initiating erotic scenes. No rape.
☑I crave enduring stories and am not a fan of capture / release role-play.
☑ Let's keep each other's fun in mind. Mutual enjoyment is key.

A woman of no consequence is forced to lower her standards if she relies on impulse and the present moment for survival. Happy believes in nothing because Happy believes she is nothing. She is a heartsick jester and a kabuki in poverty, living on dreams that failed to shape post childhood. Life is a stage, and she assumes that at any moment a lack of script will set in motion the final curtain draw.

Stage left, past those waiting for the practiced spotlight. There, the dressing room. There, the mirror. Her face, her empty eyes, a stranger framed in reflection. Let them fill your mouth with words. Let them shape you.