A/N:
Hey bitches, I'm back. Sorta...?
Recently, for some reason, a bunch more people have been favoriting and following this story as well as reviewing it and it makes me feel so loved! I can't help but feel this sickeningly heavy nostalgia every time I catch a new follower in my email.
Not gonna even try to hide it, this story has been on hiatus 5ever, like no fucking shit. However, I'm not gonna lie, I've moved onto new horizons. I still really love Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji, I just love other things too now.
(And ayyye, who's as psyched as I am about how the animated Circus Arc is going?)
I've fallen in love with Attack on Titan, Tokyo Ghoul, and my friend is attempting to convert me to Homestuck so I'm being overwhelmed by all these lovely things and it's just... ugh! It's so awesome but so annoying because with every new thing I feel like I'm leaving this all behind.
Obviously, just from this message, I'm sure you can tell that I've changed quite a bit, sorry. The sands of time have soured me into this cold-hearted bitch with a weird sense of humor and blue hair (blue hair now FTW!)
I'm more mature than I was when I wrote this and my writing style has changed a lot. Even if I were to pick this back up and continue writing it would definitely not be the same material you've read up to this point. Ophelia and Undertaker would definitely not be boning at every possible second, unfortunately. And I know you all loved the excess of hormones, but hey, I was an acne-faced girl who thought my biggest problem was not being able to marry a fictional character (still one of my biggest problems, but that's not the point *deep sigh* u_u)
Just because I don't expect myself to finish or continue this story doesn't mean that I won't post on here ever again. In fact, I've got so many fucking ideas for Black Butler and a lot of them are OCxCharacter because I'm a huge piece of indulging shit. Not sorry :)
I won't lie to you, this story probably isn't going to be continued and I'm so so so fucking sorry for that. It breaks my heart knowing that this was such a big part of my life and now I'm just ending it, but there's honestly no way that I can even imagine trying to jump back into this like nothing happened.
I don't wanna make this a sob story or about me, this about Of Passion and Perversion, that's why I'm here. But I've dealt with so much in the past several months. I've dealt with things someone my age, or your age, or anyone's age should have to deal with and it's changed me for better or for worse.
Taking this story, this thing, that was my pride and joy and my life and my love... and then just painting over all these happy and innocent times with this horrible blobby hot mess I've become now seems just shitty.
And I'm gonna fucking say it: It's not you, it's me. It's me. Honestly.
You can hate me all you want for not being able to continue this but I want to keep this as something that made me happy and not as something I was struggling to continue for old time's sake.
What was my signature sign-off again?
Oh jfc...
Really?
Really, past-me.
Fucking "bye bye meow~!"?
Oh gods... -_-
Anyways...
"BYE BYE MEOW~!"