Once, the world whispered me into being and called me Vendzelia Madeline— a title I wear like a fracture that still glows. In the sanctuary I raised, I placed upon the altar the face of Emma, a visage I chose to both worship and defy. Yet in the dim corridors lingered Ada Wong, Mikasa Ackerman, Osaragi, Giselle, Dakota Johnson, neither shadow nor echo, but a revenant who refused to fade. I learned to speak in the tongue of Word of Affirmation, Quality Time, & Receiving Gifts, where silence is as loud as devotion, where every gesture is scripture. My mind, a labyrinth carved in the pattern of INFJ, turns endlessly upon itself, both prison and prophecy. Above me, the constellations burn and mark me as PISCES, indifferent and eternal, while time itself has sealed me as LEGAL— not savior, not heretic, but a trembling witness caught between creation and collapsed altar. And beneath it all lies the truth of my flesh: SWITCH, a posture that bends between power and surrender, creation and collapse — not savior, not heretic, but a trembling witness in a cathedral of contradictions.

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The groove shall absorb our heartbeats in synchronisation for I would shake your hand and clutch my name, Vendzelia Madeline. Perhaps, the briefer you address me with, the merrier. Vendze or Maddie, or you name it whatever pops within the room– I would receive it in a handful of jolliness.

To be loved is to be included, I unlock the steel gate for you are free to stroll around my mind. There is no corner of me that you did not explore. Either ordinary TMI or something that triggers the sparks of my day, you would be a human diary who swallows my phrases in a second. Deeds along words, you shall stumble upon smallest gestures that carry my love within. Perhaps in the brushed skins as our hands intertwine, or unexpected presents you cannot even imagine. We could sink in each other’s back, though you will find me drowned a bit deeper inside your arms, becoming so little to scrunch into the safe and sound.

Then to be loved is to be heard. When the crowds overwhelm you, my presence crafted to listen to your fears. We could knit the flaws into lingering stars whenever your eyes shut. I could be the vessel of sanity that cracked you into pieces, my embrace is an incarnate of glue love.

I wish you shall remember me in things I cherish, there are plenty of animangas. The other varieties also would reside with Resident Evil, Silent Hill, Genshin Impact, HSR, Love and Deepspace, FNAF, and more to unveil. The room would be boring without the cinema, is it? So you know romantic-comedy is listed above sci-fi, mystery, and dystopian. Books too? Say less, I love fantasy, crime, and classic lit

The floor dance could be a display for me wholly, 70-80’s classics rotted in the playlist too early. It’s unhealthy, the amount of my love RnB and Alt Rock, as well as Pop and Smooth Jazz. Perhaps, dearest, the cat’s curious of my favorite artists, you shall thrive within Guns n Roses, Sade, Amy Winehouse, Green Day, Rihanna, Backstreet Boys, Elthon John, Jeff Buckley, Fleetwood Mac, Hotel California, Aaliyah, et cetera.

And at last, you have reached the end of these wandering words, perhaps it means curiosity has already guided your steps toward me. So come a little closer and don’t hesitate—step through the gate. I promise the space beside me is waiting.

BASIC REQUEST

Changing Avatar. Changing Name. Changing Personality and Typing. REAL–LIFE THINGY Pap of Daily Activities. Voice Note. On The Phone muted/unmuted (kindly ask first, preferably platonic). Staying Up Late; Ask First. Wake Up Early. ROMANCE MEMOIRS

Reading Date. Movie Date; Discord & Rave. Listening Date; Spotify. Writing Date. Art date; Procreate, Ibis, Traditional. Game Date; @.gamee on Telegram, Among Us, Stardew Valley, Roblox, & Plato. Study Date; Chat & Zoom. In Character (Ask First).

N/SFW THINGY

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