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[chimeraeyes]

Attention Kmart Shoppers

The allegations are true: I want to eat toes, I have wet cat rizz and I use light mode on all platforms

[autisticpastadevourer]

přišly rozvrhy na další rok.

jestli mě teď ráčíte omluvit, vážená poroto, já (u)končím (sebe)

[skyacya]

Heya! You got awesome drawings!

Do you still draw?

Thank!!

I still draw but life is trying to pull me through a straw while I'm wearing a backpack or something right now (ಥ﹏ಥ)

[pesterpower]

@thechroniclegames she's here...

The criptyd

[asanasterisk]

I gotta go ask a man about a Morse.

From Art Fight, character is ... --- ... from @basak-j

[pretty-dianxia]

Hello amores!!

So, I wrote something, and this work is very important to me. Usually, I don't mind the little errors here and there, but for this one, I need the help of someone who would like to beta-read it.

Here are the details:

Ranwan fic, mature, m/m, 9k.

The tags are: explicit // it's complicated to to exes to lovers // implicit non-con // angst // mentions of blood // stream of consciousness // emotional/psychological/physical abuse // references to sexual play // hurt comfort // healing // breakup // possessive behaviour // office romance // food as love language // healing // happy ending

Below you can find the beginning of it; if any of you is interested, please send me a DM 💛

Chu Wanning was not a coward. But, How to stay with someone? and How to continue with a relationship when the other side made him feel like a burden, as a part of a game whose sole purpose was to take away everything that made him human?

Although the public displays of affection had never been of his liking, he never questioned Mo Ran’s reluctance of taking his hand or kiss him in public or to mention what type of relationship they had when someone asked. Mo Ran claimed him as his in the privacy of his apartment. And that, that was enough.

Chu Wanning was willing to accept absolutely everything that Mo Ran could offer, either those arms that captured him or those lips that claimed him possessively. Either those depreciative words that mocked his complexion, or his desperate reactions. Either those nights when his body was taken unexpectedly or those laughs that belittled his seriousness, his refinement, and his mordacity.

When Mo Ran was wounded because of his last breakup, Chu wanning didn’t hesitate to approach him. He hated to see that face that loved so dearly with an expression of sadness. Since the beginning he was aware of the nature of their relationship, he knew that he was just a pastime, And knowing all that, he accepted the unavoidable outcome, never making questions or examining too closely what they were.

[werewulfbf]

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