koomeechan
゛𝐢'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐢?" ᢉ𐭩
𝄞⨾𓍢ִ๋໋࣭ ⭑♯
Esther Anderson lives a life of keeping it in.
A smile there, a nod here, the picture of elegance; she'd never had the chance to do as she wished.
And oh how she wished for the thrill of the hunt.
That is, until she meets a certain radio host.
౨ৎ༝⁺໒꒱ིྀ
this is a gift for a close friend of mine, pico!
i rlly hope you enjoy it \(・ω・\)
˚𝜗𝜚⊹₊ഒ゚*
ⓘ ᴄʀɪɴɢᴇ
ⓘ sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ
ⓘ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ
ⓘ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ s.ᴀ
⸝⸝ ⊹˚。 𖥔 ༚ ˚₊·
this fic is pretty mature[duh it's hazbin hotel] so if you're under the age of 13, i don't want you reading this!
cover art: https://kr.pinterest.com/pin/1032731758320741401/