Found these omanjuus somewhere on the internet. I think they're fanmade though but I still like it a LOT
Do you ever go like yeah it's gonna be alright and then manage to completely fuck everything up or is it just me?
Part Three!
Toto grew up in a deeply religious and conservative family.
His father was the founder and owner of the BLUE publishing house. He always kept everything strictly, which allowed him to keep the business going even in the most difficult times.
His mother was a simple housewife who was desperately trying to escape to a better life.
Toto was naive and kind from childhood. He forgave a lot, when he was fooled - he believed, he did not respond to evil with the same evil. His father never liked this, he wanted to raise a real man in him, ready to continue his publishing business. After all, their magazine collaborated with many politicians, and for this you need a calculating mind and a cold heart.
As a punishment, Toto was whipped on the calves. A place that no one would see, but which the boy himself never forgot.
His parents were killed in their own home. Toto was with them that evening, but he miraculously escaped - they simply didn't notice him in the closet. He was barely 7 years old at the time.
Toto still wears his father's suits, despite the fact that many of them had to be taken in, because he never grew to his father's height.
He hates his scars. He can't even look at his disfigured legs. But when Ron kisses them, gently pressing his lips to the scars, Toto can't hold back his tears, despite the fact that he didn't cry even when he got those scars.
Hit me baby one more time 🎶
i suffer from divine visions
Emmm so I've finally gotten to that place called "Toto tea" with my pocket size Toto👀 (a post for @a-forbidden-detective)
It's a small bubble tea shop in the center of Moscow. I couldn't take a normal photo😅 but it's pretty cute inside
I bought there a classic bubble tea and it was really tasty😊. And then I took a small walk around so here are some photos
Thanks to @gameswillbeplayed for the idea, I love Wammy's shenanigans and I love Mello being batshit crazy passionate about the most random shit
Authors who post like this are so deliciously unhinged. At this point it’s not even a fic- it’s a literary hostage situation, and i am ✨sat✨ ☕️
Hey y’all!!
There is a pub and a coffeehouse that are named after me. We are somewhere in Maribor, the second biggest city in Slovenia. Ljubljana being the capital and the largest one. Ron is so amused he says the coffee here is so good, I shouldn’t feel ashamed that the kavarna has the same name.
It turns out that the owner’s grandfather gave the coffeehouse its name.
Anyway, this case is kinda hilarious. It is about “vampires” and all. Will tell everything as soon as we are back.
It is so hot so we have decided to stay on the other side of the river Drava. Unlucky that we are wasps plagued our sweaty arses (Ron's words).