sharKira

Follow me into the night of the unknown( im not angry or tired, its just my normal grumpy face )My world is woven from darkness and metal. My bible is Saw: stories about how people cut themselves open to survive. I tap out their rhythm on the drums, and in my headphones I hear the heavy roar of guitars, even though I am a music lover and any pain that has become music resonates with me.I release darkness onto paper: I draw what others turn away from. My taste is refined in the German strictness: harsh language, reliable clothing, and fast cars.All my life I have been drawn to the aesthetics of death. My collection includes old scalpels that remember the warmth of operating rooms and entomology. But the collection is incomplete. I want a crocodile skull with an eternal grin and a shark's mouth with rows of teeth still ready to attack. In my world, beauty is the perfection of a predator, calmed down forever.The Game RulesRule One: Respect. I am a human being. My “no” is final. Pressure and insults will sever your connection with me forever.Rule Two: Payment. My content is my flesh. Exclusivity is earned through subscriptions or donations. If you want to touch, pay.Rule Three: Secrecy. No personal info. No screenshots. No leaks. My identity is a locked door; do not attempt to break it down.Rule Four: Fantasies.I welcome your ideas in private messages, but keep them tempered. I am not a girl from your "hentai movies".Rule Five: Atmosphere. No toxicity. We create the mood together. If you become a problem, you lose the game.The choice is yours. The game has begun.Sincerely,Your Kira