┌❝𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 ···── │Where I, Renee, │Judges all your │Pretty Accounts │And rates them. └𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼 𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼❞───ᝰ

Where I dump the themes I make but not use. Anyone can use them with my permission.

[discontinued] The morning was cold. Lan Zhan carried Wei Ying to the path of death. [Honestly, lot of slurs. So if you don't like it, don't read it. Don't judge. First fanfic, co-operate pls.] Peace out, weiying-tiddies!