@rrm

[rovea]

I dunno your secret

 

[rovea]

I dunno your secret

Shut up f****t, jumping on the trend like an Npc

 

[Phosphophilyte]

I dunno your secret

Kys tbh

 

[PingPong]

No one knew where RRM came from.


Some said they were born in a storm — lightning cracking open a mirror and leaving behind a reflection that refused to fade. Others swore RRM was a project, a design, an experiment that had somehow walked off the page. All that anyone agreed on was that RRM wasn’t quite human, and wasn’t quite machine either.


When RRM appeared in the modeling world, everything changed.


They didn’t walk the runway; they glided, like gravity had made a private deal with them. Cameras couldn’t catch their angles correctly — every shot looked slightly different, as if RRM shifted between moments. The industry was obsessed. Designers begged for RRM to represent their lines, photographers claimed their lenses felt alive when RRM stood before them.


But no one could find RRM afterward. No manager, no address, no digital trail. Just a name: RRM — printed in perfect symmetry on each contract, each tag, each whispered rumor.


Then people began noticing strange patterns. After RRM modeled a collection, it sold out instantly — but the buyers never remembered purchasing. Entire archives of RRM’s photos disappeared overnight, replaced by distorted static, as if reality had quietly rewritten itself.


The last known sighting came from a backstage assistant at a show in Berlin. She claimed RRM stood before a mirror, touching the glass gently. “Models are meant to reflect ideals,” RRM said, voice low and shimmering, “but what happens when the ideal starts reflecting back?”


And then — gone.


Some say RRM still appears in certain photos, if you look long enough. Others think RRM is not a person, but a model in another sense — a blueprint, a living prototype for something the world isn’t ready to understand.


Whatever the truth is, one thing remains certain:
RRM was never just modeling clothes.
RRM was modeling possibility.

 

[rovea]

Kys tbh

How to do it ?

 

[rovea]

No one knew where RRM came from.


Some said they were born in a storm — lightning cracking open a mirror and leaving behind a reflection that refused to fade. Others swore RRM was a project, a design, an experiment that had somehow walked off the page. All that anyone agreed on was that RRM wasn’t quite human, and wasn’t quite machine either.


When RRM appeared in the modeling world, everything changed.


They didn’t walk the runway; they glided, like gravity had made a private deal with them. Cameras couldn’t catch their angles correctly — every shot looked slightly different, as if RRM shifted between moments. The industry was obsessed. Designers begged for RRM to represent their lines, photographers claimed their lenses felt alive when RRM stood before them.


But no one could find RRM afterward. No manager, no address, no digital trail. Just a name: RRM — printed in perfect symmetry on each contract, each tag, each whispered rumor.


Then people began noticing strange patterns. After RRM modeled a collection, it sold out instantly — but the buyers never remembered purchasing. Entire archives of RRM’s photos disappeared overnight, replaced by distorted static, as if reality had quietly rewritten itself.


The last known sighting came from a backstage assistant at a show in Berlin. She claimed RRM stood before a mirror, touching the glass gently. “Models are meant to reflect ideals,” RRM said, voice low and shimmering, “but what happens when the ideal starts reflecting back?”


And then — gone.


Some say RRM still appears in certain photos, if you look long enough. Others think RRM is not a person, but a model in another sense — a blueprint, a living prototype for something the world isn’t ready to understand.


Whatever the truth is, one thing remains certain:
RRM was never just modeling clothes.
RRM was modeling possibility.

Every molecule, this make sense

 

[Phosphophilyte]

How to do it ?

AIDS

 

[giga.mia]

His secret is that he’s a tsundere and he acts like he hates you but he secretly loves you

 

[rovea]

His secret is that he’s a tsundere and he acts like he hates you but he secretly loves you

He’s just a behbeh, he cutie

 

[Deleted Member 85798]

His secret is that he’s a tsundere and he acts like he hates you but he secretly loves you

Rea as well

 

[rovea]

Rea as well