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So I was walking about the hallway just trying to mog and larp with my candy cigarette, as evidenced in these photos:
Love my boy tho
Elias de Poot?
~And Suddenly there was a nervous breeze in the air~
I turn the corner without viewing who was immediately in front of me, though I could see from the corner of my eye passing by them saying the words I never wished to hear.
ESPECIALLY NOT FROM AN FOID.
“Does he really wear height boosters?”, my heart beckoned and my knees shackled.
I had never told a soul besides my younger sister it’s a well kept secret that neither my family nor my closest friends have ever suspected of me. Without them I am 6’0, they’re half an inch, and in addition to my shoes already which are Adidas, my walk around height is always 6’1.
Who were these foids? A question that will promptly be answered.
I walk around fifteen feet down the hall before looking back to see who they were, believing I’d be safe after I move away a bit. I turn around and BOOM… they’re staring right at me. I make direct eye contact with one of them, horridly I realize how over it truly is. This girl sits next to me in my second period and we’ve developed quite a close friendship, I believe she is interested in me, but I keep telling her to put me on to her friends (mainly Alysa Liu, on Gandy’s life she is close with all the members of the US figure skating team). There were another two I didn’t recognize, but with three girls laughing at you, assume every girl knows.
How could this femcel spike my cortisol, MY cortisol!?
I’ve spent all year manipulating her and for what, to be exposed? How could she have even know? Not one person has ever noticed, and she did?
Send help. Send dopamine. Send reps. Anything helps.
Love my boy tho
Elias de Poot?
~And Suddenly there was a nervous breeze in the air~
I turn the corner without viewing who was immediately in front of me, though I could see from the corner of my eye passing by them saying the words I never wished to hear.
ESPECIALLY NOT FROM AN FOID.
“Does he really wear height boosters?”, my heart beckoned and my knees shackled.
I had never told a soul besides my younger sister it’s a well kept secret that neither my family nor my closest friends have ever suspected of me. Without them I am 6’0, they’re half an inch, and in addition to my shoes already which are Adidas, my walk around height is always 6’1.
Who were these foids? A question that will promptly be answered.
I walk around fifteen feet down the hall before looking back to see who they were, believing I’d be safe after I move away a bit. I turn around and BOOM… they’re staring right at me. I make direct eye contact with one of them, horridly I realize how over it truly is. This girl sits next to me in my second period and we’ve developed quite a close friendship, I believe she is interested in me, but I keep telling her to put me on to her friends (mainly Alysa Liu, on Gandy’s life she is close with all the members of the US figure skating team). There were another two I didn’t recognize, but with three girls laughing at you, assume every girl knows.
How could this femcel spike my cortisol, MY cortisol!?
I’ve spent all year manipulating her and for what, to be exposed? How could she have even know? Not one person has ever noticed, and she did?
Send help. Send dopamine. Send reps. Anything helps.
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