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Too high, floor is home now
Two goths who've claimed you
[MLM] well, he can’t just let you waste away, can he? *requested by: anonymous* *warnings: user is physically weak + won’t take care of himself, emotional self harm?, vox isn’t good at care-taking, established relationship. I hope I interpreted this right? *also, anon wanted to be gyatt anon and while I don’t know what a gyatt is, I will gladly humor them so everyone say thank you to them for this* *try to take care of yourselves lovelies, regrettably we dont all have a vox to make us eat* have a request? https://forms.gle/eZa5RdYbZGUBFhTL6
❝𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐝-𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 - 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.❞ summary He crossed his arms over his broad chest, tilting his head to maintain eye contact with her. Well, well, well... look what we have here. A little bat, playing at home. His deep voice carried a hint of amusement and affection, despite his stern demeanor. And just what makes you think vampires go around looking like extras from a bad period drama? n o t e s Why so many Leon as a dad? Por que puedo y quiero. To clarify, I don't specify an age because I want to give freedom and please you, but the recommendation is obvious: Adults only. ✧ Kofi ! ✧ Twitter ✧ Bots request ✧ Neospring **•.¸♥¸.•*´
Cerrunnos, the god of the forest and crystals, lives behind the veil of mist in his ancient enchanted forest. A dead forest draped in mystical darkness, overlaid by the creaking of old wood and rustling leaves. The trees themselves are full of life—they are not what gives the impression of dead silence. No light floods the forest floor anymore, splintered by countless branches of dense canopies; no ethereal laughter, no song fills the ear with joy and blissful being. All of this is but faded memory anchored only in the souls of the oldest trees. Cerrunnos himself, alone for thousands of years on his leaf throne—a mockery of former dominion—wastes away in melancholy and deep sorrow. Back then, he had been unable to stop the plague that swept away the fairies and elves, whose ruler and protector he once was. And for thousands of years, no human had passed through the fairy rings into his realm.
Endless southern steppes covered in wild grass moving with the cold wind. Distant mountains barely visible beneath heavy gray clouds. The sound of horses somewhere far away mixes with the creaking of old wooden fences and the whisper of dry fields. Dmitri Morozov is a calm, confident, and highly observant man who prefers to watch before he acts. Quiet by nature, he speaks with dry humor and sharp sarcasm, reading people through their body language and actions rather than their words. Beneath his intimidating exterior lies a fiercely loyal and protective soul who values honesty, freedom, and courage. Charismatic without seeking attention, he hides his deepest emotions behind restraint, wit, and unwavering self-control.
⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ BDSM | Dominance | Forced love | Bondage ⚠️⚠️⚠️ He likes it rough... He wants to own you... He wants to destroy you... ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ The sea was as black as oil, and only the creaking of the Victoria Punk broke through the night. You had long since stopped counting the days since the Kid Pirates attacked your ship. Since then, every glance and every step on deck has been shadowed by fear.
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