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phantom’s lover / ghost
memorias de un amante / miguel
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done talking / leon
good cop, bad cop / leon
tainted / sukuna
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the moon up above, that’s me / miguel
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his love is the sole warmth in his childhood home. not in the way where you’d bask in the sunlight, but in a way which reminds you that the star is also a sun. he’s distant, yet he exists. his love is the northern guide for his brother to leave his vices. it’s the multitude of patterns his mother had to connect for his unuttered devotion. it’s the heated fury he feel feels after years of abuse from his father. simon’s punches erupt in an intense session of jabs and blow. like a solar flare leaving a wave of destruction in its wake.
his love is like the sunlight behind the clouds. light travels at an astronomical distance of 200 kilometers each second, around 150 million kilometers to reach the planet. however the great effort to traverse space, its sunbeam is simply blocked by fluffy clouds. in the same likeness, no matter how bright his love may be, his inability to show it hinders his passion in an excruciating and painful way for him.
it’s a barrier, this avoidant attachment style of his. he doesn’t know what do when he received the kindness from an altruist. he wants to return the favor. he wants to shower them with respect, with selfless loves (agape) but he doesn’t know how. although, even with the clouds, a person may feel the heat radiating from the earth. little by little, he returns his love through a gentle eye smile through the mask. his love takes shape when he gave a starving kitty some of his meal, despite his own hunger.
his love is burning when he isn’t a distant star. his love is like golden sunlight without the clouds as it shines through his bronze eyes.
you’re his moon, shining brightly with the light from simon. you are many things, and the best ones are through him who’s stood by you in your darkest times. his beloved luna who drives the tide of change. and you are where you are because of simon— your sol.
his love burns. the fire within his soul will one day consume him and everything he loved. his love is the weakness which brings him to his knees. he caves into himself, his raging fury implodes as he sees all the people he has cherished, murdered in the home he tried so hard to keep warm, but never burn.
the flame is from him. he is the reason why everything he had built will turn to ashes.
Massive fuck you to everyone who is talking about Palestinians as if we’re already all dead and sharing more solidarity with our corpses than us living. “We will never forget the beautiful Palestinian people-“ how about you stop “making peace” with Palestinian extermination. My people are not going to be forgotten because we are going to live. Palestinians have already survived one genocide and have been surviving one ever since.
Do not ever let the idea that all Palestinians are going to die exist in your mind. Mourn the dead, fight like hell for the living.
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don't fall for the propaganda. the media in the west is going to be awful, rancid, and WILL try downplaying what happened to the palestinians while spotlighting israel. it's always been this way, don't fall for it now, don't fall for it ever. from the river to the sea 🇵🇸
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[ note ] : i’m sorry for disappearing on y’all, school is fucking me over (wished it was my bbgs instead) but here you go! a little peace offering :D also my reqs r open so just slide into asks if u have any requests ^^
“come on…” impatience and desperation wrapped your voice like blankets. you continued to pleasure yourself, the tip of your finger rubbing slow, desperate circles on your throbbing nub, seeking to get yourself to finish—but frustration washed over you though when you realised that you can’t make yourself reach orgasm. how long have you been doing this? minutes? hours?
feeling defeated, you let your arms fall beside your half-naked body. tears damped your eyes as you shut them too tightly, feeling the throb in your temples. you opened them again and stared at your ceiling—too long, too pathetically. your thoughts began to unravel, flowing in your head like a melody—a perverse melody. there’s a feeling, churning in the pits of your abdomen, waiting to be released and no matter how much the dirty thoughts stimulated you, the feeling of your own skin against you just doesn’t do the trick anymore.
your room’s temperature felt like it dropped suddenly. you pulled your duvet to cover your thinly cladded body yet the coldness persisted. it’s already mid summer so it’s quite impossible to feel such chilliness, especially when the nights haven’t been going down to 26 yet, at the very least.
you heard a creak not far from your bed. it sounded like your chair on the corner of your room under someone’s weight, like someone sat down. you could barely keep your eyes open from the fatigue and sleepiness and so with half-lidded eyes, you looked around your room. near the corner, you could make out a dark silhouette of a tall creature, manspreading on your chair.
“hello,” it spoke. your heart started pounding against your chest, the thin clothes barely helping with drowning the noise. thump thump thump. “you called for me.” this time, you could recognise that it was a man’s voice. it was deep and seductive or maybe you were just too stimulated but you could feel your core pulsating.
“i did not call for anyone,” you replied in a hushed tone, too disoriented to question his presence. you pulled up the blanket while you sit up on the bed, leaning on one of your elbows. the strange man stood up and walked to your direction and when the moonlight hit his features, you could only let out a gasp—your breath and words tied together, somewhere in the back of your head but your tongue couldn’t do its job.
“is that right?”
his skin was pale and almost glowing, his coloured hair was tousled and messy and thick lines of what seemed like tattoos covered the outlines of his face and his torso. he had a taunting and dangerous expression; sharp, smug eyes, a tall nose and plump lips, a tantalising smile plastered on his beauty. his torso was bare, his defined muscles and abdomen were all for you to stare at. he had white loose pants hanging on his slim waist and behind him, oh behind him was a devil’s tail.
so pretty yet so strange. you knew what he was but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. of course, it’s absurd—no matter how needy you felt, there’s just no way someone like him would magically appear in front of you… right?
he took a step forward, and another, and another. in a flash, he was already dangerously close to you, standing but a few inches away. you could smell his scent—strong and minty.
he caressed your left cheek with his hand. you instinctively looked up at him. he chuckled at your reaction, keeping his stupid smirk on his stupid lips. “didn’t call for me, huh? yet here you are, lookin’ at me like that.” he bent forward, his nose brushing against yours. “tell me, girl; tell me why i’m really here.” his tail began tracing your skin, starting from the ankle and up, up, up then—gasp—it drew circles on your inner thighs. it was barely something but it felt too close to the pooling wetness between your legs that you could already feel yourself going wild. “i… i—” you couldn’t focus. all you could think about was what you wanted to happen, right now. he’s strange, he’s sin itself but you wanted him to take you. you wanted him to make you feel good.
“say it,” he grunted. this time, his free hand gripped your waist to pull you closer. you swallowed the lump in your throat and opened your lips. “i want you to take me,” you said, “i want you.” he raised his brows, seemingly unsatisfied with your answer. nonetheless, it was the only thing he needed before he started owning your lips. he pulled and suckled on your lower lip especially before swiping the tip of his tongue in between your lips, demanding permission to slip into your warm mouth.
when he did, he played with your tongue like it was the most normal thing to do, swirling and sucking. you were dying for him to touch you everywhere, anywhere but you remained patient. his mouth finally left your lips and traced wet kisses from your cheek to your jaw to your neck. when he sucked your skin and bit on it, you couldn’t help but moan for him softly. he did this some more, teeth and tongue leaving your neck darkly bruised.
you could feel him leaning in harder. in no time, he had you pinned down on your bed. he held your hands on top of your head while his mouth traveled your skin. he left more marks on your collarbones and then his mouth finally found your chest. he was slow with his movements, teasing as he calmly pulled your tank top over your head before his head leaned back down to bite your skin, your chest, cleavage and the very flesh of your tits covered with hickeys.
his tongue circled around your hard nipple and then sucked on it, your other breast was being fondled by his free hand, nipples pinched between his long fingers. you let out warm breaths and soft whimpers. you couldn’t look at him at all until you felt his kisses began trailing down and down and down. you gasped. “wait—” your eyes met his and it was clear to you or to anyone that could’ve seen it, that it was filled with nothing but lust.
he gave you a lopsided smirk. his hands worked their way around your thighs, opening them as widely as he pleased. you wanted to take your eyes off of the view in embarrassment but you were curious and needy. when you gave no protest, he leaned down and gave your clit a light peck which earned a yelp. you could feel him smirking against your skin. with the flat of his tongue, he began licking your folds gathering your sweet taste before he focused on your throbbing clit and the sensation had you closing your eyes and bending your feet.
he increased the intensity, stiffening his tongue to flick on your bundle of nerves with its tip, working you up with a nasty set of patterns, making filthy sounds while messily eating you out like a starved man—or devil—and soon he had you squirming and wriggling. he spat on your clit, alternating between sucking and licking. you were close, you could feel the familiar tensing of your thighs and your abdomen but then he stopped. you let out a groan of protest. “wait, no! oh god, i was close.” frustration, once again, washed over you. he wiped his face with the back of his hand and gave you a smug look. you wanted to push your hips against his mouth but he got up and his upper half towered over you.
“what a brat,” he said. you furrowed your brows at him and got slightly up to grab his hips. your futile try of taking over was soon put to an end when he pushed you down, his hand gripping your slim neck. he wasn’t choking you exactly but you could still feel the pressure against your throat. “couldn’t wait ‘til i make you cum?” he asked mockingly. you stared at his dark eyes, waiting impatiently for him to do something. “sorry, yeah, please…” you could barely speak. “too polite when needy, huh.” he let your throat go and for a moment, you missed the dangerous grip he just had around your neck.
he pressed his big palm on your abdomen and you watched him as he swiped the pad of his middle finger along your slicked cunt. it earned him a whine, pretty little sound, and he pushed it in. “hng,” you moaned as he thrusted the digit slowly while curling it to touch that sweet spot up your insides.
“like it?” he asked with a smirk. you nodded frantically and he snorted. “‘course you do, you whore.” his tail joined in once more, tracing teasing circles on your inner thigh before pressing against your clit with good pressure. “god!” you yelped as he inserted another digit, his juice coated fingers pumping your insides intensely, curling them to touch your g-spot while the tip of his tail was slow in its ministration.
“god?” he raised a brow at you, looking you with distaste, “dumb bitch. god isn’t here. the devil’s fucking you, ain’t he now?”
you don’t know when did he pull his pants down but he pulled his fingers out, his tail trailing up your body, leaving a nasty string of your juices on your abdomen up to your chest then it wrapped around your throat, just beneath your jaw. you inhaled shakily and he could feel your heart pulsing on your neck.
he wrapped a fist around his length, pulling the foreskin down and you saw how red, how angry his tip is, leaking with precum already. “i—i don’t know about this…” you whispered breathlessly, “i’m not sure it’ll fit.”
“shut the fuck up. horny little bitch, can’t take a good cock when you’re the one that summoned me here?”
he knelt between your parted legs, his dick in his large palm, the tip teasingly gliding along your slicked pussy. you whined and looked at him with pleading eyes. he’s just being downright mean.
he smirked at your pathetic expression and without warning, pushed past your entrance. you gasped at how much he’s stretching you and he wasn’t even halfway in yet. “so fuckin’ wet f’me.” he mumbled and bottomed out, the sudden stretch making you shriek in pain.
he eyed you with impatience, giving you a bit of time to adjust before he began moving. you could feel yourself clenching every time he pushed back in; his tip hitting your hilt so perfectly. you weren’t even over yet with how magnetic this all felt when he started rubbing circles on your clit. “nooo,” you whined, “too much. too much.” but you couldn’t stop moaning. every touch, every move he made felt electric to you—sending you all waves of pleasure. “fucking slut.” he growled while his other hand gripped your hips aggressively. you were moaning so much that breathing out was almost impossible. every time your mouth parted, only a whine or a moan came out.
he cursed you once more and truth be told, you couldn’t care less as long as he kept rocking his hips into you. you could barely hear him now that there’s a faint ringing in your ears. he began thrusting harder, this time his tip aggressively hitting against your hilt, his shaft grazing all the good spots without even trying. it felt good, oh god it was so good.
“fuck, please… more.” he smirked once again. “‘s that right? want me to break you, girl?” his tail unwrapped around your neck to tease your erect nipples, rubbing circles around them before giving them a rough pinch. at this point, you believed you felt at peak. your thigh began tensing, you were practically squeezing his cock with his every thrust. “close… close,” you couldn’t even form a sentence but he understood well; and perhaps it was a bad thing that he did because he started slowing down and rocking softly.
“fucking beg for it, you desperate whore,” he said. your patience was already wearing thin so any trace of shame already left you long ago. “harder, please. i wanna cum, please, i’m cumming—” the room was filled with nasty squelching sounds, his skin slapping yours. he pulled out, save for the tip of his dick, angling it just to push back in and hit that spongy spot mercilessly with rough thrusts. “that’s right. cum all over my cock, you pathetic human.” you moaned loudly, agreeing with anything he’s got to say to you. fine, you’re no better than a slut, fine, you’re so fucking desperate but at least he got you reaching climax so hard, you could see stars.
“shit, that’s it. keep clenching, baby. you’re so tight,” his thrusts became sloppy, ramming into your pussy with urgency. you could feel him twitch inside you and with a few more thrusts, your hips bucked upwards, riding your crashing orgasm while he filled your womb with ropes of his cum, rocking into you with stuttering movements as he finished inside you.
you can tell that he came a lot but again, it probably isn’t unusual for his kind. he pulled out with a pop and his eyes glanced down at your twitching cunt, his cum oozing out. he took two fingers and fucked them back in you. “take it all, slut.”
he pulled his fingers out and returned his focus on you with a condescending expression. he caught you trying to close your eyes and he slapped your sensitive clit. “shit!” you yelped with an alarmed look and whimpered involuntarily. “you think you deserve rest? stupid bitch. i didn’t come here for nothing.”
he flipped you over on your stomach, his big hand pressing the back of your head, your cheek buried on your pillow. “lift that ass up. i’m gonna fuck you ‘til i get my fill, got that?”
imagine dating an immortal and finding a photo album of their exes who all sort of look like you dating back a century
What if the exes were all previous incarnations of you and the immortal’s been dating all of them in the hopes of getting you to remember your first life when you originally met them
[ note ] : i’m sorry for disappearing on y’all, school is fucking me over (wished it was my bbgs instead) but here you go! a little peace offering :D also my reqs r open so just slide into asks if u have any requests ^^
“come on…” impatience and desperation wrapped your voice like blankets. you continued to pleasure yourself, the tip of your finger rubbing slow, desperate circles on your throbbing nub, seeking to get yourself to finish—but frustration washed over you though when you realised that you can’t make yourself reach orgasm. how long have you been doing this? minutes? hours?
feeling defeated, you let your arms fall beside your half-naked body. tears damped your eyes as you shut them too tightly, feeling the throb in your temples. you opened them again and stared at your ceiling—too long, too pathetically. your thoughts began to unravel, flowing in your head like a melody—a perverse melody. there’s a feeling, churning in the pits of your abdomen, waiting to be released and no matter how much the dirty thoughts stimulated you, the feeling of your own skin against you just doesn’t do the trick anymore.
your room’s temperature felt like it dropped suddenly. you pulled your duvet to cover your thinly cladded body yet the coldness persisted. it’s already mid summer so it’s quite impossible to feel such chilliness, especially when the nights haven’t been going down to 26 yet, at the very least.
you heard a creak not far from your bed. it sounded like your chair on the corner of your room under someone’s weight, like someone sat down. you could barely keep your eyes open from the fatigue and sleepiness and so with half-lidded eyes, you looked around your room. near the corner, you could make out a dark silhouette of a tall creature, manspreading on your chair.
“hello,” it spoke. your heart started pounding against your chest, the thin clothes barely helping with drowning the noise. thump thump thump. “you called for me.” this time, you could recognise that it was a man’s voice. it was deep and seductive or maybe you were just too stimulated but you could feel your core pulsating.
“i did not call for anyone,” you replied in a hushed tone, too disoriented to question his presence. you pulled up the blanket while you sit up on the bed, leaning on one of your elbows. the strange man stood up and walked to your direction and when the moonlight hit his features, you could only let out a gasp—your breath and words tied together, somewhere in the back of your head but your tongue couldn’t do its job.
“is that right?”
his skin was pale and almost glowing, his coloured hair was tousled and messy and thick lines of what seemed like tattoos covered the outlines of his face and his torso. he had a taunting and dangerous expression; sharp, smug eyes, a tall nose and plump lips, a tantalising smile plastered on his beauty. his torso was bare, his defined muscles and abdomen were all for you to stare at. he had white loose pants hanging on his slim waist and behind him, oh behind him was a devil’s tail.
so pretty yet so strange. you knew what he was but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. of course, it’s absurd—no matter how needy you felt, there’s just no way someone like him would magically appear in front of you… right?
he took a step forward, and another, and another. in a flash, he was already dangerously close to you, standing but a few inches away. you could smell his scent—strong and minty.
he caressed your left cheek with his hand. you instinctively looked up at him. he chuckled at your reaction, keeping his stupid smirk on his stupid lips. “didn’t call for me, huh? yet here you are, lookin’ at me like that.” he bent forward, his nose brushing against yours. “tell me, girl; tell me why i’m really here.” his tail began tracing your skin, starting from the ankle and up, up, up then—gasp—it drew circles on your inner thighs. it was barely something but it felt too close to the pooling wetness between your legs that you could already feel yourself going wild. “i… i—” you couldn’t focus. all you could think about was what you wanted to happen, right now. he’s strange, he’s sin itself but you wanted him to take you. you wanted him to make you feel good.
“say it,” he grunted. this time, his free hand gripped your waist to pull you closer. you swallowed the lump in your throat and opened your lips. “i want you to take me,” you said, “i want you.” he raised his brows, seemingly unsatisfied with your answer. nonetheless, it was the only thing he needed before he started owning your lips. he pulled and suckled on your lower lip especially before swiping the tip of his tongue in between your lips, demanding permission to slip into your warm mouth.
when he did, he played with your tongue like it was the most normal thing to do, swirling and sucking. you were dying for him to touch you everywhere, anywhere but you remained patient. his mouth finally left your lips and traced wet kisses from your cheek to your jaw to your neck. when he sucked your skin and bit on it, you couldn’t help but moan for him softly. he did this some more, teeth and tongue leaving your neck darkly bruised.
you could feel him leaning in harder. in no time, he had you pinned down on your bed. he held your hands on top of your head while his mouth traveled your skin. he left more marks on your collarbones and then his mouth finally found your chest. he was slow with his movements, teasing as he calmly pulled your tank top over your head before his head leaned back down to bite your skin, your chest, cleavage and the very flesh of your tits covered with hickeys.
his tongue circled around your hard nipple and then sucked on it, your other breast was being fondled by his free hand, nipples pinched between his long fingers. you let out warm breaths and soft whimpers. you couldn’t look at him at all until you felt his kisses began trailing down and down and down. you gasped. “wait—” your eyes met his and it was clear to you or to anyone that could’ve seen it, that it was filled with nothing but lust.
he gave you a lopsided smirk. his hands worked their way around your thighs, opening them as widely as he pleased. you wanted to take your eyes off of the view in embarrassment but you were curious and needy. when you gave no protest, he leaned down and gave your clit a light peck which earned a yelp. you could feel him smirking against your skin. with the flat of his tongue, he began licking your folds gathering your sweet taste before he focused on your throbbing clit and the sensation had you closing your eyes and bending your feet.
he increased the intensity, stiffening his tongue to flick on your bundle of nerves with its tip, working you up with a nasty set of patterns, making filthy sounds while messily eating you out like a starved man—or devil—and soon he had you squirming and wriggling. he spat on your clit, alternating between sucking and licking. you were close, you could feel the familiar tensing of your thighs and your abdomen but then he stopped. you let out a groan of protest. “wait, no! oh god, i was close.” frustration, once again, washed over you. he wiped his face with the back of his hand and gave you a smug look. you wanted to push your hips against his mouth but he got up and his upper half towered over you.
“what a brat,” he said. you furrowed your brows at him and got slightly up to grab his hips. your futile try of taking over was soon put to an end when he pushed you down, his hand gripping your slim neck. he wasn’t choking you exactly but you could still feel the pressure against your throat. “couldn’t wait ‘til i make you cum?” he asked mockingly. you stared at his dark eyes, waiting impatiently for him to do something. “sorry, yeah, please…” you could barely speak. “too polite when needy, huh.” he let your throat go and for a moment, you missed the dangerous grip he just had around your neck.
he pressed his big palm on your abdomen and you watched him as he swiped the pad of his middle finger along your slicked cunt. it earned him a whine, pretty little sound, and he pushed it in. “hng,” you moaned as he thrusted the digit slowly while curling it to touch that sweet spot up your insides.
“like it?” he asked with a smirk. you nodded frantically and he snorted. “‘course you do, you whore.” his tail joined in once more, tracing teasing circles on your inner thigh before pressing against your clit with good pressure. “god!” you yelped as he inserted another digit, his juice coated fingers pumping your insides intensely, curling them to touch your g-spot while the tip of his tail was slow in its ministration.
“god?” he raised a brow at you, looking you with distaste, “dumb bitch. god isn’t here. the devil’s fucking you, ain’t he now?”
you don’t know when did he pull his pants down but he pulled his fingers out, his tail trailing up your body, leaving a nasty string of your juices on your abdomen up to your chest then it wrapped around your throat, just beneath your jaw. you inhaled shakily and he could feel your heart pulsing on your neck.
he wrapped a fist around his length, pulling the foreskin down and you saw how red, how angry his tip is, leaking with precum already. “i—i don’t know about this…” you whispered breathlessly, “i’m not sure it’ll fit.”
“shut the fuck up. horny little bitch, can’t take a good cock when you’re the one that summoned me here?”
he knelt between your parted legs, his dick in his large palm, the tip teasingly gliding along your slicked pussy. you whined and looked at him with pleading eyes. he’s just being downright mean.
he smirked at your pathetic expression and without warning, pushed past your entrance. you gasped at how much he’s stretching you and he wasn’t even halfway in yet. “so fuckin’ wet f’me.” he mumbled and bottomed out, the sudden stretch making you shriek in pain.
he eyed you with impatience, giving you a bit of time to adjust before he began moving. you could feel yourself clenching every time he pushed back in; his tip hitting your hilt so perfectly. you weren’t even over yet with how magnetic this all felt when he started rubbing circles on your clit. “nooo,” you whined, “too much. too much.” but you couldn’t stop moaning. every touch, every move he made felt electric to you—sending you all waves of pleasure. “fucking slut.” he growled while his other hand gripped your hips aggressively. you were moaning so much that breathing out was almost impossible. every time your mouth parted, only a whine or a moan came out.
he cursed you once more and truth be told, you couldn’t care less as long as he kept rocking his hips into you. you could barely hear him now that there’s a faint ringing in your ears. he began thrusting harder, this time his tip aggressively hitting against your hilt, his shaft grazing all the good spots without even trying. it felt good, oh god it was so good.
“fuck, please… more.” he smirked once again. “‘s that right? want me to break you, girl?” his tail unwrapped around your neck to tease your erect nipples, rubbing circles around them before giving them a rough pinch. at this point, you believed you felt at peak. your thigh began tensing, you were practically squeezing his cock with his every thrust. “close… close,” you couldn’t even form a sentence but he understood well; and perhaps it was a bad thing that he did because he started slowing down and rocking softly.
“fucking beg for it, you desperate whore,” he said. your patience was already wearing thin so any trace of shame already left you long ago. “harder, please. i wanna cum, please, i’m cumming—” the room was filled with nasty squelching sounds, his skin slapping yours. he pulled out, save for the tip of his dick, angling it just to push back in and hit that spongy spot mercilessly with rough thrusts. “that’s right. cum all over my cock, you pathetic human.” you moaned loudly, agreeing with anything he’s got to say to you. fine, you’re no better than a slut, fine, you’re so fucking desperate but at least he got you reaching climax so hard, you could see stars.
“shit, that’s it. keep clenching, baby. you’re so tight,” his thrusts became sloppy, ramming into your pussy with urgency. you could feel him twitch inside you and with a few more thrusts, your hips bucked upwards, riding your crashing orgasm while he filled your womb with ropes of his cum, rocking into you with stuttering movements as he finished inside you.
you can tell that he came a lot but again, it probably isn’t unusual for his kind. he pulled out with a pop and his eyes glanced down at your twitching cunt, his cum oozing out. he took two fingers and fucked them back in you. “take it all, slut.”
he pulled his fingers out and returned his focus on you with a condescending expression. he caught you trying to close your eyes and he slapped your sensitive clit. “shit!” you yelped with an alarmed look and whimpered involuntarily. “you think you deserve rest? stupid bitch. i didn’t come here for nothing.”
he flipped you over on your stomach, his big hand pressing the back of your head, your cheek buried on your pillow. “lift that ass up. i’m gonna fuck you ‘til i get my fill, got that?”
Last song: Goodpain by Yoke Lore
Favorite color: Navy blue or royal purple!
Currently watching: Ahsoka
Last movie: I think it was The Last Unicorn (1982)
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Current obsession: Bone hunting! I went hiking and found some deer leg bones/hooves so now I just have to clean them
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