Name checks out.Worth tbh
Name checks out.Worth tbh
Can't be worse than Mikeneko having a hallucination that you're cheating on her mid-sex and stabbing you.Worth tbh
Remember that vt post about her giving someone the saddest handjob with a sockpuppet dressed like Dizzy and she had a minor breakdown about that being memed for a while? Just like that I guessEdit: The fact that Dizzy most certainly egosearches and absolutely knows what the Virtual Asylum is concerning, because there's a high chance she saw Proctor's post and now mines
Any source? For research purpose?Remember that vt post about her giving someone the saddest handjob with a sockpuppet dressed like Dizzy and she had a minor breakdown about that being memed for a while? Just like that I guess
I don’t have the post but I got something better:Any source? For research purpose?
Not if I get it firstI'm getting that collab one day.
That's what I'm banking on, that for once in my life having two different chromosomes gives me something other than pain and misery.She's looking for a man.
Buddy, Mike wouldn't stab you, that's wishful thinking! She would bite your carotid out.Can't be worse than Mikeneko having a hallucination that you're cheating on her mid-sex and stabbing you.
This is just half plagiarized from this Yuri clip you can't fool me.Dizzy would absolutely be the kind of woman who decides to murder you when you get home that night after work, but gets nervous an hour before you reach the door and starts drinking. Then she flings herself at you bawling as you come through the door and initiates desperate make-up sex, but she hid the knife in her clothes and it accidentally stabs you in the gut as she's frantically riding you and screaming that she's been a bad girl. As you lie there rapidly bleeding out, she alternates between frantically mopping up the blood while apologizing, and twisting the knife while reciting all the reasons why you deserved it. Your last sensations as consciousness fades is the feeling of gasoline sloshing over your chest. The police find you both dead the next day, her having passed out from the fumes after wasting an entire box of matches that got drenched with your blood and won't strike, then asphyxiating on her own vomit.
I know most of you niggas have a menhera fetish, but why doesn't anyone ever consider the idea of Dizzy getting into a loving relationship that slowly fixes her and makes her happy, rather than constantly wanting weird sadgirl depression sex?