Gloomycoquette Stories

"your MY beautiful Princess" Rora said, picking Ravn up by her legs, crossing her legs around her waist Ravn starts to blush, her face turning red like a strawberry

poems (if you can even call them that) or short stories that I think of & want to remember. Some of these chapters might allude to--or even directly address--mature/sensitive topics, and I will label them as such. i hope my writing finds you well.

i collect bone fragments and organ residue of a doll that once was me, here is her story...