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It was a gilded cage.

Soft lanterns diffused light through carved wood panels, casting the illusion of warmth. The Inner Palace was beautiful, yes—but it was anything but welcoming. It was a stage, a perfect stage, designed for silence and obedience.

Tonight, for the first time in weeks, you were alone.

Jinshi had left hours ago, summoned unexpectedly to a late audience with the Empress Dowager. He hadn’t wanted to go. You could tell. His hand had lingered too long at your cheek. His voice had been too soft when he said, “Rest. I’ll return before the candles burn out.”

And now you stood before the ornate side door, the one he thought you didn’t know about. It had been hidden behind a cabinet, but left alone, with a little effort, you were able to push it aside. Of course, it was locked too. But that was something you had prepared for.

You reached into your sleeve and withdrew the hairpin.

It was clever. When you had been dressed perfectly for him, you had taken note of this little addition. It had taken you days to file the end to a crude point, stolen moments with your back to the servants, feigning sleep while you worked it down on a stone.

Now, with shaking hands, you pressed it into the door’s lock. One twist. Another. 

Click. The door creaked open an inch.

Air hit your lungs in a gasp. The cool scent of the outer halls, tinged with night jasmine and river fog. Freedom. Even just a sliver of it.

You pushed it open farther, shaking with anticipation and early relief, tears already welling in your eyes. It actually worked—

“Going somewhere?”

Immediately, you froze, halfway out the door. The hairpin slipped from your fingers, landing with a traitorous ping on the polished floor. Turning, slowly, those tears had already spilled down your cheeks.

Jinshi stood in the corridor, framed by the golden glow of the lanterns. Jinshi, with his long hair and handsome face, violet eyes that you were so used to. He had a gentle smile on his face, but those eyes were sad, betrayed.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he stepped forward, and with one swift and ruthless motion, he shoved you hard by the chest, sending you stumbling backwards into his chambers again. You landed with a thud, ornate robes strewn around your quivering body.

Jinshi calmly stepped inside the room, closing and locking the door behind him again. Silent as silk over marble, he bent down and picked up the hairpin, turning it in his fingers with a faint frown.

“Ah…that’s how you did it…” His head tilted slightly, and something wild flashed in his eyes. “Were you hoping to stab me with it if you didn’t manage to escape?”

“Jinshi, please.” you whimpered, struggling to your feet, “You…you know I can’t live like this anymore. I feel like I’m losing my mind—”

The mask slipped.

He stepped forward and grabbed you by both your wrists, and suddenly you were against the wall, breath punched out of your lungs, the door at your back, his body warm and close. 

“You were going to leave me,” he murmured, voice low and trembling. No rage, just hurt. “After everything I gave you. A life most could only dream of.”

You pushed at him feebly. “You took everything! I can’t even see my family anymore! I have nothing left except this room, and it’s all because of you!”

His forehead pressed to yours, eyes closed, breathing hard through his nose. “Stop…” You tried to pull away, but he tightened his grip, and pulled back to glare at you angrily, eyes wild.  “Don’t be so selfish. You have everything you could ever need here, more than most could dream of—”

“Except freedom.”

That landed. His jaw twitched and his hands finally slipped away. 

Not wasting your chance, you bolted across the room to your desk—where the small bottle you’d prepared days ago was hidden in the third drawer down, behind your calligraphy practice sheets. You had no illusions about how fast he was. But you could be faster.

I never thought I’d have to use this, but if he’s not going to let me go— Your fingers closed around the tincture, and you lifted it before your lips.

You popped the cork, and it bounced and rolled across the ground, reaching the toe of his finely crafted shoe.

“...I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired of being a prisoner, and if you’re never going to set me free, then this is the only choice I have…” Jinshi was just staring at you. You stared back, trying not to look as scared as you felt.

There was a sudden blur of blue. SMASH!

The bottle flew from your grip, shattering across the lacquered floor in a spray of bitter-smelling herbs and alcohol. Jinshi stood before you again, his hand outstretched, trembling. His eyes wide, his face pale. 

You stared at the fragments. Then at him.

He was…shaking. “Don’t,” he said. “Don’t ever…do something that reckless again.”

You swallowed thickly. It surprised you…how desperate he looked.  “...What else am I supposed to do?”

“I never meant to make you feel that way!” he snapped, and you flinched as his fist thrust out and thudded against the wall by your head. “You think I don’t know what this looks like? You think I don’t see what I’ve become?” Chest heaving, eyes wide and tearful, he stared at the ground between your feet in a manic way. “I…I was going to wait. I was going to let you love me on your own. I assumed it would just take time…”

Jinshi’s eyes met yours, deep purple in the dim chamber light. “But even still, even after everything I do, you still despise me so much?” He cut himself off. Swallowed. “I’ve never begged for anything in my life. I’ve never yearned so fiercely…” he whispered. “Not before you.”

And then, he suddenly dropped to his knees. A man unraveling right before you, vulnerable in a way you’d never seen before. All you could do was watch him, bewildered, pressing your back and your palms tighter against the wall behind you.

“Please,” he murmured, not looking up again. “Stay.”

Your eyes slowly ventured over to the sight of the broken bottle on the floor. Your final chance lay devastated there. A fleeting opportunity to finally be free, that had quite literally slipped from your fingers.

His hands reached out, and you flinched as they touched your legs, slipped up the backs of your thighs beneath your robes.

His voice was suddenly lower. Rougher. Still, he didn’t look at you. “I’ll give you anything, [Y/N]. Anything you ask. The key. The gate. The world outside—if you swear to return. But if you walk out that door and never look back, I’ll tear the capital apart trying to find you. I will.”

The desperation in his voice turned your stomach. More terrifying still, was knowing he was fully capable of that.

You stood still. Chest heaving. Trapped between terror and tenderness. A sharp gasp escaped you, body squirming, as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, exhaling shakily and desperately.

“You’re mine,” he whispered. “Not by decree. Not by force. But because I know you are. I knew it the day I first saw you. And I’ll keep knowing it until I die. Even if you’re the one who ends up killing me…”

Finally, Jinshi rose slowly. His body slid up tight against yours as he did, reaching chest to chest. “We belong together…” he whispered against your throat, and you felt the dampness of tears drip onto your skin.

“We’ll die together, if that’s what it takes…”

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You never expected to see him again. Not in this lifetime.

The last memory you had of Caleb was burned into your mind like a scar—flames licking the late afternoon sky, the acrid scent of smoke, the sound of the explosion that shattered your world. You had screamed his name until your throat bled. 

He was gone. Nothing but a necklace.

So when the docking bay doors of the Farspace Fleet hissed open and the Colonel stepped onto the deck, tall and cloaked in shadows, the air in your lungs simply stopped.

He wore a black uniform pressed to perfection, with gold trimming that caught the sterile lighting. His coat billowed slightly behind him, heavy boots echoing against the metal floor. His cap obscured part of his face, but not his eyes. 

Those violet eyes. Your world narrowed into that singular color—the same shade you used to see when he smiled and promised to come home.

“Don’t miss me too much, pipsqueak.”

He didn't speak at first. He only looked at you.

Your voice wavered. "Caleb...?"

He stopped, then removed his cap.

It was him. Though, his face had changed. Leaner, older. His smile was faint and unreadable, and his eyes seemed a little more flat, colder than you recalled. Darker. Everything was darker about him. 

Nonetheless, it was still Caleb. In a way.

"You remembered me," he murmured.  You took a step forward, then froze, unsure if you were dreaming. "You're…alive."

He gave a curt little nod, and then finally smiled. Just a little.  "I'm back."

And that was all it took to break the dam. 

You ran to him, crashing into his chest with a sob, clutching the front of his coat like you might vanish if you let go. He didn't return the embrace. Not right away. But after a long, lingering moment, his arms wrapped around you. 

His grip was tight. 

Too tight.

…

Three Months Later…

Your hands hovered over the interface, eyes flicking between data streams and transmissions from the outer quadrant. Working in Intel for the Farspace Fleet wasn’t what you’d imagined for yourself, but Caleb insisted. You had wanted to join Recon like you used to dream about together as kids—running missions, piloting ships—but the Colonel said it was too dangerous.

Around here, if the Colonel said something, then that was that. Better to put up and shut up, rather than face wrath.

You were lucky to be granted a post here at all, he said. With your record, you owed it to yourself to stay safe. And more than that, he owed it to Gran, to keep you that way. 

So now you sat behind a desk, surrounded by rows of monitors, analysts, and support crew. It wasn’t glamorous, but it mattered. And, truthfully, you were just happy to be close to him again. Even if he was colder now. More distant.

Sometimes you wondered if it was really still the same guy you grew up with. The Caleb you knew always had such a warmth to him, a puppy dog innocence that you found endearing. Sure…he could be clingy. And a bit of a worrier. Too much of a worrier, when it came to you. 

But he was just protective. It made sense, right? You two had known each other for so long…

You looked up as a voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Need a second pair of eyes on this?"  The question came from Milo, a quiet, observant man from your division. He was a bit tall and clumsy, nerdy in a stereotypical way, but not unattractive. In fact, from the rumors you’d heard, he had a couple of female fans in the office. Maybe more than a couple.

He smiled gently as he handed you a datapad. "Colonel’s patrol log from last week. There’s some anomaly in the movement pattern. Thought you might spot something I didn’t."

You smiled back, accepting it. "Thanks. I’ll take a look."

He nodded and returned to his desk, but not before giving you a soft, almost sheepish glance. It wasn’t the first time. And you were starting to notice. He lingered too long sometimes. He remembered every detail about how you liked your reports formatted. He made excuses to talk to you.

You weren’t so naïve to think it was a coincidence. You also weren’t sure how you felt about it. You were still trying to process everything with Caleb.

Colonel Caleb.

He had changed so much, and yet...when it was just the two of you, sometimes you caught glimpses of the boy you once knew. He'd cook for you on late nights, sliding a plate across the counter without meeting your eyes. He'd tease you lightly in the elevator or call you by the old nickname only he ever used. When it was just the two of you, it felt much more familiar.

But there were moments, too, when he would freeze, staring just a little too long. His mechanical right hand would flex beside his hip, a tension in his jaw you couldn’t decipher. You'd ask him if something was wrong, and he'd always smile that empty, too-calm smile.

"Everything’s fine," he would say. "As long as you're safe."

That evening, the lights in your quarters flickered as you entered. You barely had time to set your bag down when the console chimed.

"Incoming call from: COL. CALEB."

You accepted it, brushing your hair behind your ear. "Hey."

His image appeared on screen, still in uniform. He was alone in his office, the lights low.

"Busy day?" he asked. At first, he had that boyish look on your face, the one you remembered fondly. The one which made you feel a little more at ease. His violet eyes were soft and downturned like a cute little dog. 

You smiled faintly, feeling comfortable. "Yeah. Some signal interference in the west quadrant. Milo and I were reviewing your logs. He caught something strange."

There was a pause. Just a breath. But it felt heavy.

"Milo," he repeated, his voice unreadable. "He’s been helping you a lot lately." You hesitated, sensing a shift. "He’s just a coworker." Another pause. Caleb’s jaw flexed.  "Of course."

You opened your mouth to change the subject, but he spoke again. In an instant, a switch had flipped. 

"I want to see you. Come to my office. Now." You blinked, bewildered. "Is…is something wrong?" He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Not at all silly. I just miss you."

…

The halls of the flagship were quiet at this hour, lit by the pale glow of emergency strips. You passed the occasional officer, but no one met your gaze. When you reached Caleb’s door, it slid open before you could knock.

He was waiting, standing beside his desk, arms folded.

"Sit," he said gently, gesturing to the couch. You obeyed, nerves prickling. The room felt too still. The warmth you thought you had sensed earlier seemed to have all but vanished. 

"Do you trust me?" he suddenly asked, walking over. You looked up, surprised, all innocent eyes. "Of course I do, Caleb."

He sat beside you, close enough for your knees to touch.  "Then don’t lie to me.”

Staring at him, you cowered back against the couch cushions. Lie to you?

“I saw the way he looked at you. How he’s been looking at you.” Your heart skipped. That confirmed it then, that’s what this was about. 

"Milo? Caleb, he’s just—"

His hand reached for your face, interrupting you, gloved fingers tracing your cheek with surprising gentleness. Still, you flinched.  "I know every part of you. I remember the way you used to cry when the thunder scared you. The way you always held my hand under the blankets. I know the scent of your skin when you’re nervous. I know when you’re lying."

You tried to speak, but he leaned closer, eyes locked on yours.

“You know you can trust me, right, [Y/N]? I just want you to be careful…”

Your breath caught. "Caleb—"

“-Because in this world, you can’t easily trust anyone, okay? You don’t know what people might really be like behind the masks they wear…”

While his words weren’t wrong, your brow furrowed. It was really hard for you to picture Milo that way, he seemed hapless.  “Caleb, I don’t think–” you reached up to pull his hand away, but he shifted his thumb so it hooked against your jaw, and held a little tighter. Your fingers hovered, but didn’t touch him. You shuddered.

“...Promise me, [Y/N]. Promise me you’ll stay away from other guys like that. At least…” Caleb hesitated, before his expression steeled again, “At least not until we both know we can trust them. Yeah?”

His hand finally moved, and drifted down your torso softly, against your chest before he seemed to realize and he pulled it back sharply. He breathed, a shuddering, weary breath.  “...You’re not like anyone else, [Y/N]. You’re special. That’s why I need your word, okay?”

He looked at you straight, waiting for your promise. Your throat felt tight, but you swallowed, and nodded. “...O…okay, Caleb. Okay…”

…

That night, alone in your quarters, you thought about Caleb. About Milo. About how the tension had been building ever since your reunion.

It had come to a head today, and you didn’t like it. You didn’t like the way he held you, stared you in the eyes with none of the softness you were once used to. You didn’t like the…implication…of what might happen if you didn’t do as he said. 

You remembered the way Caleb used to act when you were kids—always showing up, always hovering when you talked to other boys. He never said anything outright, but you could feel it. The possessiveness. The suspicion. He made it a point to insert himself, anywhere and everywhere, to keep them away. 

Nobody messed with him either. Not even the neighborhood bullies, who he’d done a sufficient job of ‘teaching a lesson’ after they’d tried to target you one time. He had been bigger. Stronger. Scarier.

And these days? Even more so. 

Back then, you thought it was sweet. Like you had a guardian constantly looking out for you. A gravity-gifted guardian. 

Now...it felt heavier.

…

The next day, you bumped into Milo outside the commissary. Literally.

"Oh, sorry—!" you began, but Milo caught your arm to steady you, and you froze up. You’d been about to skirt around him, hurry along, but- "You okay? You look pale."

God, he’s so nice. Why does he have to be so nice?

You forced a smile, shrugging his hand away despite feeling it was rude, "Yeah. Just—didn’t sleep much."

He hesitated, pulling his arm back like he feared he’d overstepped. In Caleb’s eyes, he would have. Yet he still tried to extend his kindness. "If you ever want to talk about it...you know…I’m around."

In front of you, you saw him collapse into a sheepish, red-faced reaction, shifting foot to foot. It stung a little to have to be so curt with him, but you needed this conversation to end, and sharp. Before he saw.

You nodded, gave a quick thanks, and abruptly took your leave. Milo lingered behind, bewildered. 

You might have felt relieved.  You didn’t realize Caleb had been watching.

…

That afternoon, the atmosphere in the Intel room shifted. You felt it before you saw him. 

Silence fell like a curtain as Caleb entered, his presence a wall of cold authority. His boots struck the floor, weighty, deliberate. 

He walked straight to your desk, past staring eyes and quiet workers, all of them too on edge to even dare speak. Heaven forbid they did. 

When he reached the back of your chair, his tall, broad shadow fell deeply over you. It cloaked you in a chill, but you tried to remain calm and composed, looking ahead at the screen. You stared hard at the numbers and letters flickering in front of you. They were starting to clump together, meaninglessly.

"I need to see you in my office," he said, and the way he spoke was so neutral and detached, it was as if he wasn’t speaking to you at all. Just some stranger, someone of zero consequence. 

Kind of shocked by his tone, you slowly looked around and up at him. You expected him to lean down maybe, drop the act and make his request softly. 

He didn’t. He stared down at you, cold and hard, gaze narrowed. 

You swallowed and stood, following him out without a word. Eyes followed you the whole way.

When the doors slid open to his private office, you stepped inside—and froze.

Milo was there. Restrained on his knees by invisible force, in a column of compressed gravity. His eyes were wide with fear, teeth grit to endure the pressure and the pain.

You stared for a moment, meeting his terrified eyes, before stumbling backwards, hands hovering before your mouth. 

"C-Caleb—what the hell is this?!"

The Colonel removed his gloves, placing them calmly on his desk. "I warned you." "What are you talking about?!" "Milo," Caleb said with icy precision, "was never just a friendly coworker. He was planted here. Embedded in Intel to get close to you. Because of the Aether Core."

Immediately, Milo tried to cry out something, eyes bulging, head quivering, but all he could manage was a grunt of agony as the weight dragged him crushingly deeper towards the ground, compressing every organ.

You flinched. "That’s classified—" "Exactly. And he knew. He tried to earn your trust, waited for the perfect opportunity. Probably had some backdoor installed in our systems already."

You looked back at Milo. "That can’t be true."

"You don’t believe me? You would trust him over me?"  "I—Caleb, please, let’s investigate—"

He tilted his head, blankly. “I did. I’ve already seen the evidence. It’s conclusive. So…"

Caleb raised one hand. The air around Milo twisted.

"NO! Caleb, STOP—" "You need to understand," Caleb said softly, eyes never leaving yours. "Anyone who tries to hurt you…will pay the price."

Gravity compressed with a sickening crack. Milo didn’t even have time to scream. You covered your mouth in horror, stumbling back. It didn’t matter how many Wanderer attacks you’d witnessed, you’d never seen anything this horrifying before.

And it was Caleb who was responsible. Caleb, of all people.

Caleb stepped forward, catching you by the shoulders before you could teeter off your feet. His hands were warm. Comforting. As he pulled you close you simply couldn’t fathom how these same hands had just done what they had done. 

"Shhh," he whispered. "It’s over now. You’re safe. As long as you’re with me, you’ll always be safe. I can promise you that, pipsqueak.”

You stared at him, tears streaming down your face, jaw agape, pupils small with shock. How he could use your charming little nickname now, after that…was sickening. "...You killed him."

"He was going to hurt you. I protected you."

You wanted to scream. You wanted to run. But something froze you numbly to the spot, and Caleb only pulled you close, arms wrapping tightly around you, firm enough it was like a warning. His next words confirmed as much. 

"You’re mine," he whispered. "No one else's. Just mine."

Something horrifying dawned on you then. It wouldn’t have mattered if Milo was innocent or not. It wouldn’t have mattered if Caleb made up that story to frame him or if it were the truth after all. Because he was another man, another person, who had dared to try and get close to you. And that was enough.

That was enough to turn him into a villain. A ruthless, cruel villain. 

In his mind though, he must have been a hero. A hero who would keep you ‘safe’.

Even if it meant destroying the world around you. Even if it meant destroying anyone else in it.

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A/N: Milo from Atlantis got stuck in my head for some reason recently (or maybe it was the one time Cole Sprouse cosplayed him on here, either way...). So...he's here? I guess?

[the-sandy-hippo]

Commissions!

I don’t talk about it too much on here but!! I’m a writer! And I’m pretty good if I do say so myself and I’m in a bit of a bind money-wiseso I’m opening up for writing commissions!

I offer small stories around 1-2k words with a base rate of 30$, depending on desired length and need for reworks.

I mainly work with character backgrounds, stylized stories, angst and lots of whimsy, but I’m open to do most* things! I also do backstories for DND characters and other TTRPGs as well as providing outlines for TTRPG storylines!

Unlike other artists I can’t bring up too much of examples on a tumblr post, but if you are interested just shoot me a DM and I’ll happily provide <3

P.S. I work in swedish too, as it is my mother tongue ^^

*No pedo shit, incest etc, the regular no-go stuff

[pluto-sag]

More Writing Commission Info

[osirissora]

Finaly!! Open Commissions! 

Here you can read some of my stuff! https://archiveofourown.org/users/TheMadKingOnFire/works

[lilravenswritings]

I've got some medical expenses coming up soon that I need to cover. If you'd like to help, please check out my ko-fi! ^^ Otherwise, my commissions are still open! ❤️ . . . . .. . . Tags: #commissionsopen #commission #writing #writingcommissions #kofi #donations #writer #tumblr https://www.instagram.com/p/CSM_rkeLu0g/?utm_medium=tumblr

[mladyxgilex]

COMISSIONS OPEN!

GOOD DAY EVERYONE! It is me! LadyXgilex!

I ask for your attention Ladies, Gentlemen and other kinds of persons and creatures on the public, to gather your attention on my person!

Here am i, not to present you a show, but to CREATE you a SHOW!

I will be taking Writting Commissions since now on, and between the Subjects, genres and themes i will be taking are...

- Action - Adventure - Comedy - Suspense - Drama - Original - Tragedy - Sci-Fi - Fantasy - Worldbuilding - Much, Much more!

From today onwards i will be taking commissions, so if you are interested on my writing, or want my help to create your own story or OC, just message me! i am on Twitter and Instagram as well!

With that said and done, i Hope you have a beautiful day my beloved audience!

[thisisnashik]

A quote from Chapter 2 of my half-abandoned wattpad book

[nah223-blog]

Well, I am a writer but I don't know any good communities to join, so I will just put this here. I have story commissions available as well as custom backstories.

I have story YCH commissions available starting at $10 for the base price. Depending on # of main characters used on your end, the price will increase by $5. Story length will be random depending on what I can write out.

Regular story commissions are available, starting at $5, $10, or $15 depending on the length of your story - short, medium, or long. I also charge by # of main characters used, which is $5 each. For example - a short story with two main characters will cost $15.

I have custom backstories as well that can help with character creation and development. These are set at $20 each. You can use these to build a new character from scratch or add to an already existing character, so you can snatch as many as you want. You can also add or take away information to suit your character(s) too.

Payment is via PayPal / Ko-Fi! Check it out!

#writingcommissions #commissions #storywriting #adopts

[lukamoonvibe]

Reason Behind my Commissions: I'm looking to try to save up some money to help my mother with the bills once I turn 18. She has stage 3 invasive ductal carcinoma (Breast cancer that starts in the milk duct) and I want to surprise her.

IMPORTANT: Terms and conditions will be privately given to you if you decide to commission me.

Prices (Art)

Prices are as stated;

Prices will depend on the criteria below, we can discuss them to be flexible to your budget.

I will no be lowering my prices for someone who can pay me with a higher budget.

- The complexity of your character design.

- Whether or not you want a background.

- Whether there will be extra characters in the piece or just one - additional characters = additional cost.

- Whether you want it as line art or coloured.

- Whether you want a traditionally coloured piece or a digitally coloured one.

- If traditional, whether or not you want the piece mailed to you - mailing fees will be added on top of the price we arrange.

- We can discuss payment method.

- Contact will be done on Instagram or Discord if you do not have either of these we can come to some other agreement - after the initial note here.

- I will draw most anything except; nsfw, extreme gore and feral.

× I do canon×oc & couples upon request.

Examples: https://toyhou.se/7012659.all-art-here or https://sta.sh/221ot976qbt1

Prices (Writing)

I DO OC AND CANON MIXED STORIES.

I do not write smut sorry.

Prices are as stated;

Microfiction (under 500 words): 250 points/$2.50

Flash Fiction (501 - 999): 500 points/$5

1000 - 3000 words: 1000 points/ $10

3000 - 5000 words: 1500/ $15

5000 - 7500 words: 2000/ $20

Examples:

Collection of my short stories (varying lengths): https://archiveofourown.org/works/16538237

Microfiction examples;

Turn Off The Light (66 words) & Dear, Satan (44 word): https://archiveofourown.org/works/16279508 & https://archiveofourown.org/works/20305882

Just A Simple Cliche (415 word): https://archiveofourown.org/works/20383666

1000 - 300 words;

Everything Is Green (1173 words): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15859527

If you're interested please pm me! We can discuss more information there!

Accepted Payment types; Points/Stripe/Ko-Fi

Socials;

DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/crystalmoonvibe/gallery

Instagram: https://instagram.com/cvibe.draws.art

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CrystalMoonVibe

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Covers-By-Crystal-113396290035076/

Archive Of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/users/cvibe_writes

Tumblr: https://crystal-jazzy.tumblr.com/

ToyHouse: toyhou.se/crystalvibe

Discord: Crystal Vibe#0885

Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/user/PenNameCrystalVibe

Have a nice day ~

Crystal Vibe