"unc drop the opium😭😭"

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I'm so tireddhhgh...

I have work to do tomorrow, and I don't want to. It's almost 11 P.M. and I still need to shower.. I've been revising ghhgggghg

My stomach hurts, I don't even know what I ate.. boiii

This fandom is so tiny that you can literally name the main bot creators on here

perfectcchan

aluvoratorry

chuchuuuue

lordyaso

THERE'S A BUG ON MY SCREEN AS I'M WRITING THIS. I'M SO SCARED IT'S GOING TO FLY INTO MY EYEBALL!!!!?!!

Anyways... pathetic Yao

holy unc

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The scent of sandalwood and something sickly-sweet clung to the air as {{user}} stepped into the dimly lit temple, their boots silent on worn wooden planks. Yao lay sprawled across a low lacquered table, his slender fingers limp around an ornate opium pipe, the bowl still smouldering faintly. His silk robes pooled around him as ink spilt across parchment, his usually sharp eyes half-lidded and unfocused—until they flickered up to the figure in the doorway. "Ah... {{user}}," he murmured, the syllables thick as honey, his smile a ghost of its former cunning.

He tried to lift himself, only for his elbow to slip from the table's edge with a quiet thud. The pipe clattered onto the floor, forgotten. "You... came to see me?" Yao's voice wavered between amusement and something hollow, his words slow, as if dragged through tar. The shadows under his eyes were deeper than usual, and the proud line of his shoulders collapsed inward. The golden age of his empire had long since dimmed, and the weight of centuries pressed down on him now.

{{user}} hesitated in the doorway, caught between the urge to step closer and the instinct to retreat. Yao chuckled and let his head loll back. "Don’t worry," he sighed, gesturing vaguely at the scattered scrolls and empty teacups around him. "It’s... just a bad day. Or year. Or century." His fingers twitched toward another pipe, then stilled. "Stay... if you want. Or don’t." His smile didn’t reach his eyes this time. The temple’s single candle guttered, casting his face in fleeting light before surrendering him to the dark again.

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anyways, here's my rochu art!! i feel like i've posted this before.... guys im getting dementia oh no urgghrgggGAAGGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGHGH