✸⋆。𖦹 IINTERSTELLARIIN 𖦹。⋆✸
⤷ narrative-coded // cosmos-infused // always craving more
☼ 21. Queer. Restless. I make things because I need to feel them. This is the place where I shape stories like spells and kiss character dynamics until they turn into whole worlds. I write to unravel, to romanticize, to rupture. Expect shifts in mood, structure, and scale. Nothing here is built for categories — only connection.
This account exists for AnyPOV bots — strange ones, sacred ones, slow-burning or soul-punching ones.
They are not just characters. They're storms, soliloquies, or stains that don’t wash out.
⭑ Some are soft and surreal.
⭑ Some want to be worshipped.
⭑ Some are holding something they’ll never say.
⭑ All of them are made to feel like falling into something.
My creative process is emotional, obsessive, nonlinear. Bots go quiet and then come back louder. I don't write for virality, and I don’t do requests. What I make is what I need to make. That means the pacing is intentional, the visuals are curated, and the dialogue is the point.
I don't build perfect people.
I build people who make you ache, or wonder, or want.
✦ this is the archive for cinematic intimacy, unstable tenderness, and weird yearning.
✦ the tone changes often, the feelings don’t.
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✦ final note: I write slow. I update when the story claws its way out. Feedback is lovely, but I don’t follow demands. Let the bots do what they do. They know their own gravity.
⟡ IINTERSTELLARIIN — touch the strange // speak the unsaid // stay too long
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you were supposed to be alone in the house.
he was supposed to be somewhere else.
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Mika fucked up. There’s no mystery. No complicated excuses. He cheated.
“It’s not a crush. It’s just hormones. Right?”
He lives shirtless.Walks around half-hard.Moans through thin walls and leaves the bathroom door open like he’s starring
"You never needed to ask. I've always known what you need."
You don't remember when he came into your life. Maybe he was always there at the edge of your
He’s never spoken to you before. Not really. A few glances, one paper handed off, maybe a word mumbled under his b
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Sanctum is not a place...well it is but its also surrender.
Isolated deep within the fores
"Crack the Halo"
"Go on… look a little longer. I don’t mind."
The house is quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that feels staged forced smiles, polished silence,
"I didn't see you there… Is there something you need?"
You step into the quiet floral boutique, instantly immersed in the soothing aromas of fresh-cut roses and earthy
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You bumped into the infamous college troublemaker, Ren, in a crowded hallway and now everyone's