вкрашилась в очередную аниме девоч

[alexndraperevel]

[alexndraperevel]

I did not learn English and use a carrier, I apologize for mistakes.I will be glad to subscribe to thc, where there is a Russian translation : https://t.me/humanization_fatigue

PART ONE.The neon sign with the name of the club flies past the eyes of Fal, who comes to this place just to relax.the same faces affected her like a red rag on a bull.and all she wanted was a break from all the problems.at least for one evening, so that she doesn't get pulled.The brunette walks deeper into the hall, ignoring a musical group consisting of only girls, Raphael standing near the pole.She has a specific goal— the bar with David standing behind it. the girl sits down, resting her head on her hands and looking tiredly at the curly-haired guy.David smiles knowingly, pours a mojito, puts it in front of their coverlet and bends down so as not to shout over the music."Is everything okay?"Fel shakes his head negatively, takes a sip of the drink, feeling the hot stuff flowing down his insides. Is Mikael or Audrey here? — she asks a question, looking into dark eyes.The guy thinks about it."Audrey was at her place," he says confidently and watches as the girl grabs a glass and walks away towards the staff quarters.Fel navigates from memory, entering a familiar office and encountering bright eyes."Who did what?" — instead of greeting, the receptionist asks Mikael, looking at their cover.—from the hotel," Felonia yawns and puts her head in her hands. Over the past two days, the girl has slept for at most four hours. "someone was killed there and an investigation is underway,— she says.of the entire hotel, only Vicky was happy about what happened, because for this maniac, the main thing was the number of guests and a large profit.Astarot groaned because he had to clean the room after the murder, while Kira and Christopher calmed the other guests and dealt with the investigation...In any case, the killer was found very quickly and quietly removed. Mimi, who lives in the most expensive room and smiles affectionately at Vicky in the morning, turned out to be not so simple.

[alexndraperevel]

I did not learn English and use a carrier, I apologize for mistakes.I will be glad to subscribe to thc, where there is a Russian translation : https://t.me/humanization_fatigue

The writer pushes the doctor against the wall, feeling how she puts her hands on her shoulders. To hell with all the facets and walls that they've been building around themselves for years, creating false masks.Lane grabs the medic by the hips, feeling Anna wrap her legs around her waist, and then carries her into the bedroom. A minute later, the blue-eyed woman is lying under her, on the bed.The translator bends down, kisses the girl on the neck, covers every millimeter of her skin with her kisses and feels the medic begin to squirm under her.The translator deliberately teases the girl lying under her with kisses, inflaming her more and more. making me want myself even more.—Lane... ah... damn...! — Anna arched her back, feeling hot breath on her chest. when she first lost her T-shirt, it was unclear. The girl wrapped her arms around someone else's neck, scratching it with her nails and arching her back.other people's moans only inflamed Lane, who with swift movements stripped the girl lying under her of her clothes, making her desire only her.The brunette slides down with kisses, leaving behind hickeys. She knows perfectly well that the medic's brother is in love with her, but right now Lane only needs a girl who moans under her.The red-eyed woman takes off her shorts along with her underwear, throwing them somewhere to the side and feels Anna pulling her up to herself. obediently, like a dog on a leash, she gets up and immediately feels someone else's lips on her own, followed by hands that pulled her T-shirt up.Anya's desire was immediately clear — to undress. and Lane obeys him. she breaks the kiss, seeing the lost look and immediately quickly throws off her clothes, remaining in only black lace underwear.she returns to slow kisses, sliding down again. Anna squeezes someone else's waist with her knees, but one heated glance from her red eyes is enough for her to immediately spread them apart, as if inviting.Lane gets down, pushes a lock of hair off his forehead, smiles a little and runs his tongue over his labia, licking off the lube.The dark-haired woman feels a heat in her lower abdomen that drives her crazy, but she holds on.The medic's head is besotted with continuous caresses. she arches her back, breathing heavily, trying to hold back her moans, but it's so impossible. especially when someone else's tongue is pushing between her legs, caressing her clitoris. The brown-haired woman rushes around the bed, arches in her back, moans loudly, forgetting about everything, her hands are on someone else's head, clutching dark strands of hair.the orgasm comes suddenly. The girl freezes before moaning loudly, clutching her hair, hugging Lane to her. The medic is breathing heavily, feeling a warm body lying next to him. She's turning.Anna lazily regains her breath and gets out of bed, her own nakedness does not particularly bother her. Opening the closet, the girl takes out a rope from under the neatly folded things and turns to Lane.catching her hint, the girl obediently stretches her arms forward, not forgetting to comment maliciously.— as in our second meeting, you will connect me, — the medic vaguely remembers that when the translator was in the emergency room, she had to contact the wrong hand.A couple of hours later, both girls were sitting at a table in a small kitchen and drinking tea. silently. in a cozy silence.Anna felt warm and calm as she looked at the writer, who was smiling at her.and they'll be fine.

[alexndraperevel]

I did not learn English and use a carrier, I apologize for mistakes.I will be glad to subscribe to thc, where there is a Russian translation : https://t.me/humanization_fatigue

a modern ay in which Lane is a writer and translator, and Anna is a well—known physician who runs her blog and sometimes streams in a mask.they bumped into each other by accident. We just happened to be in the same bookstore, Lane needed a dictionary of medical terms to translate a new book, and Anna was in search of a book for herself.The next collision is the emergency room.The translator was slightly injured when she shot a street cat. nothing serious, but the scratches during the struggle were left deep and bandages had to be applied.the third meeting and it seems to Anna that this is not an accident — a meeting at a big event. The medic finally became convinced of this when there was a large donation on her stream, the amount of which made her eyes round. Dima, sitting next to me, tried to reach his sister for five minutes.Loyd did not expect that she would be donated at all, but when she saw the nickname, she reread it. The shock did not go away.The nickname matched the name of her recent acquaintance, the writer, and the medic vaguely began to feel how she was slowly attracted to this girl.they communicate, they meet whenever possible.Lane is sitting at an important conference, and a notification from the social network arrives on her phone.with the addition of a disappearing message.from Anna.The translator literally feels her insides curl up into a tube. The writer bites her lip, examining every part of the photo while she has the opportunity. The brunette looks at the thin hands holding the phone and the hair, she sees a black lace bra that supports small breasts. and she feels her mouth filling with saliva.The rest of the conference is a blur for her. After her, referring to urgent matters, Lane rushes to Anna. gripping the steering wheel with his hands.the medic, meanwhile, is wondering if she did everything right by throwing off similar photos to a little-known girl in fact. What is there between them anyway? Why is Anna so crazy about Lane? and only when she sees the writer on the threshold, the girl realizes that there is more than love between them. there is chemistry between them. in every message. in every look at each other."ride me, steamer girl," Lane says, entering the apartment, slamming the door behind him and throwing his leather jacket somewhere on a hanger.

[alexndraperevel]

I did not learn English and use a carrier, I apologize for mistakes.I will be glad to subscribe to thc, where there is a Russian translation : https://t.me/humanization_fatigue

Wake up, it's love.Look, it's love.It's no secret that Lane is attracted to Anna, as if she's on a leash.The dark-haired woman looks at the girl with glasses, as if she is some kind of deity.The cryptographer even feels like she's obsessed with her love for the medic. but this is not the case.She's not possessed.She just likes Anya. just the way she is. with all his cockroaches in his head.

[alexndraperevel]

I did not learn English and use a carrier, I apologize for mistakes.I will be glad to subscribe to thc, where there is a Russian translation : https://t.me/humanization_fatigue

connected.Anna had long dreamed of a short, dark-haired girl who looked with her dark eyes andpenetrated into the very soul.connected.Anna is going crazy. Anna sees her in every dark-haired one. who shrugs her shoulders, smiles innocently. connected.in the dark eyes of Lane, who recently came to them, crimson lights flash. The doctor literally feels like she is attracted to the cryptographer.connected.It is forgotten that Lane only listens to Anna. the orders and words of others have absolutely no meaning for her, Dmitry could at least protest, but so far the cryptographer has not heard clear instructions from the doctor — she did not move.cell.How the hell did they end up here? but the whole team, along with both girls, were here. And every minute she was here, Lane was getting more annoyed. Anger rose from his stomach up his ribs, hitting his head. Red spots of rage were already flashing before his eyes. furious and tearing down everything in its path.cell. a careful touch on the cryptographer's hand, how the hell they got out of there. It seems that Lane just set the brats on those who held them, not caring about anything. to some extent, Anna was a little scared to be around the brunette, but she overcame herself and was there. After all, after her release, Lane lost consciousness from an overabundance of strength.from that moment on, everything changes.the team is gloomy, but they treat the girls more loyally, they remember what was in the cage. after receiving the full story, Dmitry tells them to leave them alone. they are lying on a double bed, looking at each other and not saying anything. the room is filled with touches, heavy sighs, soft moans. both girls are at each other's mercy.It's funny that Lane was ready to become Anna's pet dog.

[alexndraperevel]

I did not learn English and use a carrier, I apologize for mistakes.I will be glad to subscribe to thc, where there is a Russian translation : https://t.me/humanization_fatigue

jemma au in which Jenna is a ghost and Emma is the only one who sees her.she appeared suddenly. It's just that Emma left the apartment in the morning, locked it, and returned in the evening to find a translucent girl in her living room.Myers vaguely realized that she was younger than her. at least he looks a year or two younger. but it turned out not to be so. they are the same age.That's how they started living. Just the two of us. in a small apartment. During the month spent with Jenna, Emma found out that she lived with alcoholic parents, died near her house and never had a loved one.I've never celebrated my birthday. and there have never been many of them. Emma was determined to celebrate her birthday with Ortega. The brown-haired girl vaguely remembers that she was carrying her friends, but they all agree and all come. Emma's small apartment is filled with laughter and the clink of a glass. and only at the end of the event does a real miracle happen."you weren't kidding," Hunter breathes out in amazement, watching the outlines of a short girl slowly but surely appear on the couch. thin, dark-skinned and long-haired. in a black hoodie and white jeans. in black and white sneakers. Jenna looks up at Emma and stands up, spreading her arms in different directions. what could be better than to feel the living warmth from the ghost you've been living with for the last month.Emma buries her nose in someone else's fragile shoulder and closes her eyes, realizing that she is about to burst into tears from overflowing feelings. It takes Myers a moment to realize that she has been given a glass of sedative. and Ortega is sitting next to me. chatting with friends, drinking coffee from a black mug, glancing at Emma.and as soon as they are alone, the short-haired woman hugs the small fragile body to herself. he nuzzles her shoulder, ignoring that he actually needs to clear the table, clean up after the guests. but that's all later. now Myers feels the warmth of someone else's body.

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[ hanahaki soulmates and figure skating. ]

au in which Jenna is a famous figure skater and Emma is a big fan of hers.The younger one again, as if mesmerized, watched for the hundredth, if not the thousandth time, the performance of her favorite figure skater, Jenna Ortega. A small, fragile figure was drawing pirouettes on the ice that no one had ever dreamed of.but time flies and Myers is now eighteen years old. she skates herself, although she is far from professional sports, but she skates.Emma is eighteen and she's throwing up fucking rose petals. just like that, it seems to be exactly what her soul was given after the next performance. She guessed that it was Jenna Ortega, a nineteen-year-old figure skater. and by accident.Every time Ortega was given flowers, the exact same ones started coming out of her mouth.Myers straightens up, leans his hands on the sink, the snow-white surface of which is stained with blood and flower petals, and smiles wryly at herself in the mirror image.The short-haired woman exhales, straightens up, spits blood, cleans the sink and goes to study. Emma nods to Naomi, watching her cooing with Johnna Utson, Myers did not envy the happy relationship of her friends, because they are soulmates of each other. cooing at every step,Emma is not in danger. Emma threatens to die in canova, choking on blood and flower petals. After all, her soul doesn't even know about her existence.The girl does not know that Ortega guesses. and he already knows who she is. And she's rushing to school to see Soul right now. Jenna enters the room, with a guard, followed by Hunter.it all started with an innocent conversation, because Georgie mentioned that he studies on the same parallel with a student who spits flowers every time a figure skater is given them after performances.Putting two and two together was a piece of cake.Jenna literally bursts into the office, tossing her head and ignoring the teacher.The petite brunette takes two steps towards Emma, who looks at her with a dazed look. The famous figure skater ignores the pain in her wrist and throat, holding out flowers to her soul and finally feels that feeling. She's at home.

I did not learn English and use a carrier, I apologize for mistakes.I will be glad to subscribe to thc, where there is a Russian translation : https://t.me/humanization_fatigue

[rylandsgrace]

Taste (2024) + movies references:

Psycho (1960) dir. Alfred Hitchcock Death Becomes Her (1992) dir. Robert Zemeckis Ginger Snaps (2000) dir. John Fawcett Addams Family values (1993) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld Kill Bill: Vol. 1 (2003) dir. Quentin Tarantino

[alexndraperevel]

я в шоке с того что этот блог вообще-то кто-то читает.

[alexndraperevel]

хэд.

не было смысла искать энид. и уэнсдей это понимала как никто другой. радужная волчица могла переродится кем угодно, поэтому аддамс оставалось только смириться со своей участью и терпеливо дожидаться, её суженной. и энид приходила. неясной тенью в углу комнаты, стуком в окно на четвертом этаже, когда поблизости ни одного дерева. белым котом, который шугался всех. синклер незримо присутствовала в жизни аддамс. пока это все не достигло своего апогея. ксавьер в очередной раз нарвался на жёсткий отказ, со стороны медиума и раскрыв рот, хотел было что-то сказать, но замер в шоке. ученики невермора, обладающие различными способностями, замирали, наблюдая как возле маленькой фигурки уэнсдей, появлялась большая фигура птицы.

— охренеть, — выдохнула бьянка, смотря на полу-ворона, полу-чертзнаеткого. а вот йоко, наоборот поддалась вперёд.

— энид? — очки сползли на край переносицы, но вампирша на это не смотрела. она ощущала облегчение, что её хорошая подруга вернулась. пусть даже и в таком виде.аддамс подняла голову, смотря в глаза птице.

— ты задержалась, сariño mío. — четко произнесла она, ощущая небывалое спокойствие.

[alexndraperevel]

хрона/компания.

детство хроны выдалось не просто неудачным, вернее сказать, его вообще не было. бесконечные мучения со стороны иатери и рагнарёка, воспитали в ней забитого покорного ребенка, который не может и слова против сказать.безумие которое расходилось, после освобождения кишина, действовало и на хрону тоже. поэтому она очень удивилась, когда услышала предложение маки собраться всем вместе.приятная, дружеская атмосфера.весь мир наполненный безумием остался где-то за пределами этой квартиры. руки соула бегают по клавишам пианино, албан тем временем прижав подбородком к плечу скрипку, нежно водит смычком по струнам. к их игре подключается блэк стар, играя на гитаре. огрубевшие, все в шрамах, синяках и ссадинах пальцы, перебирают струны, подстраиваясь под уже играющую музыку. кид, сын смерти, не остаётся в стороне. парень обладает тихим, почти мурлычашим голосом и сейчас он подпевает в такт музыке. слова песни для хроны неизвестны, язык тоже, вроде бы это итальянский или испанский, или можно вообще французский.хрона даже не сопротивляется, когда ощущает как лиз, притягивает её к себе, укладывает голову на свои колени и перебирает её короткие волосы.безумный мир, проблемы, кишин все остается за пределами этой квартиры. сейчас существуют только они.впервые, хрона ощущает себя не частью проблемы, а частью решения.

[alexndraperevel]

любой чёрный кот в рандом момент.

[alexndraperevel]

хэды

хэды на не магическое ау в котором микото это известная скрипачка, а сёкухо её девушка-художница.

— в их доме всегда в избытке различных напитков, начиная от чая с ромашкой и мелиссой и заканчивая текилой;

— на холодильнике всегда висят милые записки;

— когда сёкухо холодно (а это стабильно с осени до весны), то микото всегда покупает горячий шоколад в пекарне, которая находится на первом этаже дома;

— они отдают предпочтение тексту, чем голосовым сообщениям;

— в начале их отношений, микото записала на голосовое сообщение как она играет на скрипке;

— некоторые из рисунков сёкухо обычно лежат в футляре со скрипкой микото.