⠀ ⠀ ⏜ ⠀ 𓈒𓏸 ⠀ ⠀ . ⠀ * ⠀ 𓆝̫ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ₁₁ₜₕ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⸻⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ нехай⠀боги⠀змилуються⠀наді⠀мною. ⠀ ⟢

⠀ ⠀ mdni. ⠀ ⠀ lewd dni.
Joined February 2026
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𒀭̷ ֺ 🌊︭ ₍ 𝐗𝐈 ₎ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❚ 𝓵ord ֺ *̲ 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗔.
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‍* ░ ‍ ая︭кс. ‍⧸ .. 𝖒͟ᵒƞ͙ ⏝𝖔𝑐ᵉִ 𝓇𝗎 ⃞𝓼. retweeted
childe is soooo kitten
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⠀ ⠀⠀𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭. ⠀⠀𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐨 𝐜𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞. ⠀
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‍* ░ ‍ ая︭кс. ‍⧸ .. 𝖒͟ᵒƞ͙ ⏝𝖔𝑐ᵉִ 𝓇𝗎 ⃞𝓼. retweeted
Replying to @thelevenths
(flirting) get the fuck away from me
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⠀ ⠀ ( perking up. ) now you're speaking my language. when and where?
⠀ not to worry, i've no intention of changing that. would you be up to spar later though? ⠀
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⠀ ⠀ ... wow, i actually hate that.
⠀ 𝕽𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥, hang on, i need to activate my listening ears. ( human ears disappear, dog ears appearing atop his head instead. ) okay, activated. go. ⠀
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‍* ░ ‍ ая︭кс. ‍⧸ .. 𝖒͟ᵒƞ͙ ⏝𝖔𝑐ᵉִ 𝓇𝗎 ⃞𝓼. retweeted
﹒†˖̣̣̣ ͜⠀ * 𝐰ᵒ͢𝓇𝚕🅳 ֔ ⸝ .. 𝓯ₒ𝔯͟𝐠𝖾𝑡͙ 𝖒𝐞. ㆍ  ˳͡ 𓏼
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‍* ░ ‍ ая︭кс. ‍⧸ .. 𝖒͟ᵒƞ͙ ⏝𝖔𝑐ᵉִ 𝓇𝗎 ⃞𝓼. retweeted
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⠀ 𝙍𝐇𝕴𝑵𝑬𝑫✧𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑'𝐒 ⠀ ᵈ͟ⁱ͟ˢ͟𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗱 ͙ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪ✱ɴ.
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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝓵𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝕳𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝓼𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝕳𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝖜𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.ᐣ
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⠀ ⠀ “ mmh... huh? oh, shit — did i oversleep again?! i'm so sorry! i- i'll be right down! ” ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #ss ( art: nnelts )
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ like for a random starter. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ length may vary.
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* ₍ SERVICE. ₎ ⎯⎯⎯⎯ for @ofdcsent . it's not news to anyone that childe has access to an almost absurd amount of money. most of what plays into it is his habit of not spending; not on
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* ₍ NIGHTMARE. ₎ ⎯⎯⎯⎯ for @stringsimulacrm. when one lives their life like childe does, dreaming is not a common privilege. most nights he cannot afford to rest, much less sleep; it's
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there's movement at the door. panic rises in his gut, breathing rapid but empty — he can't turn his head, can't see who it is. are they there to kill him? is this how he dies? trapped inside
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a frozen, useless body, drool dried on the corner of his mouth and tears running down his face? pitiful, really ⎯⎯⎯⎯ pathetic. a choked gasp, a stifled sob — please let this be another nightmare.
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enjoyable experience; clawed hands reaching for tender skin, the howling of wolves crawling from amongst endless woodlands, death and agony creeping up his limbs like a disease. it's the same nightmare
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limbs feel heavy, his heart is racing, and his eyes won't focus — he can't move, can't speak. his tongue rests heavy in his mouth, and he can't seem to breathe in no matter how hard he tries.
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of his desk and the papers scattered across the surface, his old, worn chair right behind it, uniform slung over the backrest; he's awake. he's awake, and somewhat alert, but not fully. his
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reality. air isn't reaching his lungs. for a second, he thinks he's still dreaming ⎯⎯⎯⎯ is he underwater? is this that damned dream about the fontaine oceans again? ⎯⎯⎯⎯ before he catches a glimpse
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every time. every time, he dreams of the abyss, and pain, and that damned forest — and every time, just like now, he gazes into the maw of that cursed narwhal before being ripped back to
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