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cloud9dreamer · 1 hour ago
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Hi there!! Two ask requests, please feel free to do either one :3
Reader and Floyd are platonic best friends, which leads to Jade being interested in who his brother has been so enthralled with. Then Jade falls for reader and Floyd tries to help the two get together!
Orrrr
Malleus and reader have been bumping into each other in the library. Then slowly, reader starts to notice him outside of Ramshackle. He’s always alone so she approaches him. Turns out he’s lovely!! Then slowburn into a kiss and confession!
Thank you for request! I chose the second one and I might publish the 1st one too once I get done with all the other requests. Thank you for your patience.
Edit: you might wanna give forwards, beckon, rebound. It's so malleus.
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It started with a book.
Well
 many books, really. You’d gotten into the habit of visiting the Night Raven College library in the quieter hours, when most students were still tangled up in classes or distracted by chaos elsewhere on campus. That’s when he’d always be there — that tall, dark figure hidden deep in the corner alcove between magical theory, gargoyle study, and beastlore.
You hadn’t meant to bump into him. The first time it happened, you'd been skimming the library for the upcoming test all the while balancing a stack of spellbooks in your arms. You tilt your head at an awkward angle. trying to read the spine of another and suddenly—
“Ah—pardon me,” you had mumbled, startled as your shoulder hit something firm.
Reptilian green eyes flicked toward you, strange and glowing in the dim light. “No harm done,” came the gentle, slow voice.
You realized then just who you had bumped into.
Malleus Draconia.
The prince. The feared. The fae.
And you’d just jostled him like he was a hallway locker.
You bowed your head awkwardly with a stammered apology and ducked away, cheeks burning from sheer embarrassment.
But then it happened again. And again.
Every time, you’d find yourselves gravitating toward the same corners, reaching for the same rare volumes, hovering in shared silences. He never seemed to mind, and you came to notice the smallest quirks — the way his eyes lingered on the page long after finishing it, as if absorbing its magic through thought alone, or how he sometimes smiled softly when reading about ancient human customs.
Still, he always seemed... alone.
You noticed it more and more after that. From your window at Ramshackle, you began to spot him outside sometimes, walking through the silent gardens at dusk or standing beneath the brooding crooked trees, bathed in moonlight, utterly solitary.
No one was ever with him. Not Sebek. Not Lilia. Not Silver. Just Malleus, and the wind curling around his cloak like a lover in mourning....
....It pulled at something in your chest.
So, one evening — quiet, misty, and blue with approaching twilight — you stepped outside and made your way to where he stood, unmoving, watching fireflies flicker near the hedges.
He turned when you approached, surprised but not displeased. “Ah
 it’s you.”
You smiled gently, heart thudding louder than you'd like. “Yeah. I, uh
 saw you from the window. Mind some company?”
He tilted his head slightly. “You would choose to spend time with me
 willingly?”
You laughed under your breath, brushing hair behind your ear. “You say that like you’re some cursed beast in a fairy tale.”
He blinked. And then — smiled. It was small, almost startled, but real.
“No one ever seeks me out like this,” he said quietly. “Not without purpose. Not without fear.”
“I’m not afraid of you, Malleus,” you answered, truth resting comfortably in your voice. “You're always reading in corners and walking alone. I thought
 maybe you’d like someone to talk to.”
“I would.”
That was the first of many evenings. You began walking together, talking about things mundane and strange — dreams, magic, books, stars. He listened like no one else ever did, truly and wholly. And when he spoke, it was with such deliberate care, like his words were treasures. You found yourself wanting to draw more of them out.
Sometimes you’d meet in the library again, your chairs slowly inching closer over days and weeks. Sometimes he’d walk you back to Ramshackle, even if it meant lingering in the mist like a shadow until your light flicked on.
You didn’t know when it happened. When the way your name sounded in his voice made your stomach flutter. When his laugh — that rare, low, rumbling thing — made your heart ache with how beautiful it was.
It was slow. Like spring thaw. Like starlight blooming in the dark.
One night, you sat together under the boughs of a twisted tree. The sky above was endless, scattered with stars, and fireflies danced like spirits around you. You turned to look at him, and found he was already watching.
“Why do you always look at me like that?” you asked, voice a little breathless.
Malleus hesitated, then leaned closer. “Because you see me,” he said. “Not the heir. Not the fae. Me.”
Your throat tightened. He was so close now. You could see every fleck of green in his eyes, the soft lift of breath in his chest.
“I do,” you whispered. “Malleus I....I think I’m falling for you.”
His hand brushed yours, warm and tentative. Then, his touch cradled your cheek, reverent and light, like you were something sacred.
“I have never known affection like this,” he murmured. “But if it is falling
 then let me fall with you.”
He kissed you then. Soft. Slow. The kind of kiss that felt like a spell, like a promise that didn’t need words.
And from that moment on, he was never alone again. Not in the library. Not in the gardens. Not in the quiet corners of his heart.
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cloud9dreamer · 16 hours ago
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hiii how are you ^^)/ could I ask for headphone jacks for pomefiore (separately ^^) with a female reader who is very good at dancing tango~ since it is a dance from her country :')) thanks in advance<3
Great how are you bb! I didn't really understand what you meant by headphone jacks but I got the pomfiore part. Hope you like it!
Edit: I literally finished this and went to publish it and it got deleted. Kill me.
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🍎 Epel Felmier
đŸ„§The first time he sees you dance, he’s shocked. Epel wasn't expecting much when you told him you can tango thinking you where tooting your own horn. But when he gets hit with pure dance power, sensuality, and body control his jaw genuinely drops.
đŸ„§Blushes like crazy. Tango is intimate, and you’re bold with it. The way your body moves confidently as you slowly inch closer makes him redder than a freshly picked apple. He tries to play it all cool and bad, but the tips of his ears betray him.
đŸ„§Eventually seeing you dance made him want to learn tango for himself under the condition that he does it "his way" not Vil’s dainty schmainty version. He wants to be the masculine lead, full of grounded steps, strength, and presence. Or as much presence you can have when you look like the tooth fairy and a bunny had a baby(LMFAOO) . He’ll stomp and grumble through practices until he finds his rhythm—then suddenly, he’s magnetic.
đŸ„§Expect him to get competitive. If another guy tries to dance with you, Epel will sulk. Maybe even throw a tantrum like a real bunny if he's feeling sour enough. “Tch. Bet he don’t even know how to pivot right.” He’ll work even harder just to prove he’s the only one worthy of your trust on the floor.
👑 Vil Schoenheit
đŸȘžInstant Approval. That's it, youre one Vil’s good graces from now onwards. Albeit it doesnt show on his face. To the untrained eye he seems indifferent maybe even bored. But all the pomfiore students can clearly see the look of silent reverence on his face. Grace, discipline, tension, flair? You check every box. “Flawless,” he murmurs, already envisioning you in custom couture for a spotlight gala. You don't know, he might even get you a gig.
đŸȘžAs a dance partner he is strict but passionate. He will critique your footwork if it slips even slightly (bitch). He’s not cruel—he just knows you’re capable of perfection. “Again, but this time... feel it in your spine.” he rasps into your ear as his hands glide down to the small of your back almost like they belong there.
đŸȘžPublicly showcases you, he wants the entire world to see you. He'll choreograph a duet where both of you embody elegance and dominance in equal measure—like twin flames circling each other on stage. Every step is deliberate. Every glance is art.
đŸȘžOh he'll FREAK OUT over every detail of your dress, down to the very thread color and rhinestone arrangement. He’ll custom commission your tango outfits, Think slit skirts, silk gloves, Swarovski crystal accents. “Your movement deserves couture.” And he means it.
đŸč Rook Hunt
🌳Absolutely enchanted by you. Mutters “Merveilleux...” The first time he sees you tango, even gasps as you dance. Not just because you’re good—but because your movement speaks of danger, desire, and a hunter’s focus. To Rook, that's the most poetic form of seduction.
🌳He'll analyze every step you take, asking questions like, “Why did you flick your leg just then? Was it instinct or strategy?” Rook isn’t trying to be annoying—he’s just utterly fascinated by how your soul speaks through motion.
🌳Constantly challenging you. He’ll appear behind you stalker out of nowhere, hand extended: “Shall we dance, belle chasseresse?” He keeps you on your toes, literally and figuratively. He tests your speed, balance, instincts—he lives for the tension between you.
🌳Whispers in your ear during the dance. As your bodies glide close, he’ll lean in and murmur, “Your heartbeat is racing. How exquisite.” He thrives in the heat between you—to him it's more thrilling than any hunt.
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cloud9dreamer · 2 days ago
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hi, if this is way too specific or you're just not feeling it i would completly understand but would you potentially be okay with a request for smut with a masc!reader x leona, reader biting leona very hard all over and leona in a more sub position?
Thank you for your request! Hopefully it does justice to what you had in mind.
Boyfailure!Leona. He acts pathetic af. Use of degrading terms like mutt (leona). Male yearning. Pretty boy tears lol.
You.
Leona.
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Leona’s sprawled out in the courtyard taking a nap under the shade of a tree, golden sunlight melting into his skin like it belongs there. He has one arm tossed over his eyes, shirt ridden up high revealing his toned abs, tail flicking lazily beside him. You can hear his soft breathing over the distant hum of wind rustling through dry grass.
Perfect.
You saunter over, slow on purpose, letting your shadow fall over his face. He grunts. All too soft for an angry lion.
“Move,” he mutters, not even opening his eyes.
Instead, you crouch beside him and hold something just out of reach—a small, folded slip of paper. “You dropped this,” you say sweetly, tone dipped in amusement.
Leona doesn’t move at first. Then one brilliantly green eye peeks open, drowsy but sharp. He doesn’t look at the paper. He looks at you.
“
What is it herbivore?”
You smirk. “A note. Found it by the training hall. Smells like your cologne.”
(You bribed ruggie for some of his cologne to mess with him of course.)
He sits up slowly, suspicion thick in his gaze now. He takes it from your fingers, cautious. Opens it.
It says:
“Can’t stop staring at them. This is getting ridiculous.”
Signed: “Definitely Not Leona”
His ears flick back. “Tch.”
“You’re not even gonna deny it?” you tease, head tilting. “Not even a lazy little ‘wasn’t me’?”
Leona grumbles something under his breath, crumples the paper, and lies back down like this conversation isn’t happening. “You’ve got too much time on your hands, herbivore.”
But he’s blushing. Not red. Just the faintest warm flush along his cheekbones, barely there—unless you’re looking for it. And you are.
You crouch lower, whispering near his ear:
“Next time, try writing it better. This one’s too obvious.”
He groans. Loudly. “Go away.”
You don’t. You stretch out beside him, stealing his sun like you stole his peace.
And maybe, just maybe, a piece of his pride too.
"What's got the kitty all frazzled up?" you coo at him in a condescending tone
Leona's ears flatten at your tone of voice, his pride bristling at being called 'frazzled' like some weak little kitten. He scowls, green eyes flashing with irritation and a hint of embarrassment at being caught off guard. Leona crosses his muscular arms over his broad chest, the sleeves of his dark yellow shirt straining against his biceps.
"Don't get cocky, herbivore. I'm not 'frazzled'. I just... have things on my mind, that's all." He looks away, not wanting you to see the way his eyes linger on your curves, tracing the swell of your hips and ass underneath the fabric of your clothes appreciatively. "And it ain't nothin' to do with you, so quit bein' so goddamn nosy."
"Ohooo~ kitty's hissing back at me too. You can just go ahead and admit you got a sappy little crush on me, I see the way you're ogling."  you say hands finding purchase on your hips.
Leona's face flushes slightly beneath his tanned skin at your smug declaration, his lion ears flicking in annoyance and embarrassment. He uncrosses his arms getting up, feet eating up the space between you. Looming over you with his tall, muscular frame. His green eyes narrow as he looks down at your defiant face, jaw clenched.
"Tch. As if I'd ever admit to a damn thing like that." He scoffs, but can't help letting his gaze roam over your body again, lingering on the swell of your breasts and waist. "Don't get a big head, herbivore. I'm not interested in gettin' all sappy over some cocky little thing like you."
Despite his harsh words, there's a flicker of desire in Leona's eyes, a hint of the attraction he's trying so hard to suppress. He takes another step closer, until he's invading your personal space, his breath hot on their face.
"You better watch yourself though," he growls lowly. "Keep getting under my skin like this, and I might just have to do somethin' about it."
"Oh but you don't deny it either don't you kingscholar?" You whisper against his lips getting a hold of him by his uniform and shoving him into a dominant kiss. Leona lets out a muffled grunt of surprise, back hitting the tree. You start tugging and caressing at the base of his tail till he's whining in your mouth. "Where's your bite now little cub?"
For a moment, he's too stunned to respond, but as your fingers continue playing with his sensitive tail, he can't hold back a breathy whine that gets lost in your dominating kiss. His eyes widen briefly before fluttering shut, pulse racing as unfamiliar sensations course through him.
When you pull back with a taunting look, Leona's own dilated pupils greet you with unwanted arousal shining through. He can feel his face heating up further, ears pinned back in a mix of embarrassment and reluctant lust. Leona's pride won't let him admit how much he's enjoying this, so instead he grabs your wrists in a tight grip, holding your hands away from his tail.
His voice comes out raspier than he intended when he growls, "Watch it, herbivore. Keep pushing and you'll get more than you bargained for." Despite his warning, he makes no move to actually stop you, secretly hoping you'll continue your bold touches. The dominant side of him is intrigued, even as the lazy, aloof part of him bristles at being manhandled like this.
This makes you bark out a laugh. "Sure you will kitty. Now why won't you get on your knees and show your owner what a good kitty you can be. You dunno might even get you a treat."
Leona's eyes flash with a mix of indignation and reluctant excitement at your commanding words. He's not used to being bossed around like this, especially not by someone he initially considered beneath him. But there's a part of him that thrills at the idea of submitting, of giving in to these new, intense desires.
He holds your wrists tighter for a moment, jaw clenched as he stares you down. Then, with a scowl, he wrenches his arms free and shoves your hands off him. But instead of storming off in a huff like he normally would, Leona takes a step back and slowly sinks to his knees in front of you. His muscular frame is tense, face flushed and stubborn, but he doesn't get up.
Leona glares up at you, pride warring with lust in his green eyes. His voice is a low, reluctant growl when he speaks.
"You're playing a dangerous game, making demands like that. But since you want me to be a 'good kitty' so badly"... He leans forward slightly, nuzzling into your crotch with a disgruntled hiss. "...fine. I'll give you what you want. But don't think this means I'm yours. Got it?"
"Yeah yeah get to munchin'." you say shoving his face into your pussy
Leona lets out a muffled grunt as you roughly shoves his face into your dripping pussy, the slick heat and musky scent overwhelming his senses. He can't help but inhale deeply, a shiver running down his spine at the intoxicating aroma. Despite his initial reluctance, he finds himself drawn to the taste, his tongue darting out to take a tentative lick. The flavor explodes across his taste buds, sweet and tangy and utterly addictive. Leona's eyes flutter shut as he drags his tongue along your slit, lapping up the arousal like a man starved. He can feel your wetness coating his cheeks, dripping down to his chin and onto his shirt. The knowledge that you're reducing him to such a state of need turns him on more than he wants to admit.
Leona starts to eat you out with increasing enthusiasm, his tongue delving between your folds to stroke along your clit. He alternates between broad, flat licks and targeted flicks against the sensitive bundle of nerves, spurred on by your increasingly loud moans. His hands come up to grip your thighs, pulling your legs wider apart as he feasts on your dripping cunt like a man possessed.
"Fuck just like that leona..good boy." you exclaim grabbing onto his chestnut colored locks and petting his head.
Leona can't help but let out a low, rumbling purr of satisfaction at your praise, the vibrations adding to the intense sensations consuming you. Loving the feeling of your fingers threading through his chestnut hair, petting him almost like a real cat. It's demeaning, in a way, but also thrilling. He's never let anyone treat him like this before. Emboldened by the encouragement, Leona doubles his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking his textured tongue rapidly over the sensitive bud. He can feel your thighs trembling against his hands, hear your breathing growing more ragged. The knowledge that he's the cause of your pleasure is intoxicating, stroking his ego in a way that's almost as good as the physical sensations.
He wants to make you come undone so badly, wants to taste your release on his tongue. Leona redoubles his efforts, sucking harder, fucking into you with his tongue and lapping at your clit interchangeably with wild abandon. He's determined to give you the pleasure you crave, even as he hides his face in your crotch to muffle the increasingly loud, appreciative growls rumbling in his chest.
You come undone with a cry. "Good kitty!"  Leona's body jolts as you comes with a loud cry, your juices flooding his mouth and dripping down his chin. He laps it up greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop of your essence. You scratch his chin in satisfaction making him nuzzle into your soft touch. A low, rumbling purr building in his chest. It's a sound of pure, reluctant bliss. Taking a hold of his shoulders and ushering him to lay down on the plush grass taking out his hard cock and pumping it a bit, a guttural groan escapes his lips as precum leaks from his adorable brown tip. "beg for it."
Leona's hips buck up instinctively, seeking more of that delicious friction. His face is flushed, eyes glazed over with lust as he stares up at you. He's never had to beg for anything in his life, but the need consuming him is unlike anything he's ever felt before. With a low, reluctant growl, he hear himself rasp out, "Please... please I need it. I need you. Please fuck me."
"That's a good kitty." you coo out. You then proceed to ease yourself on his dick. "That feel good baby?" you rasp out peering down at him from my lashes.
Leona lets out a strangled moan as you continue sinking down onto his throbbing cock, your heat engulfing him completely. His eyes widen and roll back in bliss as your walls clench and flutter around his sensitive shaft, gripping him like a vice. He's never felt anything so incredible in his life, and he can't help but buck his hips up to meet yours, driving himself even deeper into your perfect, perfect body.
As you continue peering down at him through your lashes waiting for answer, a coy smile on your face havingreduced him to an unresponsive mess, Leona feels a rush of heat to his already flushed cheeks. He's never been so exposed, so vulnerable, and the mix of embarrassment and exhilaration is headier than any wine. His voice comes out as a desperate, needy whine when he responds, "Fuck... yes. Feels so fucking good. You're so... so perfect. Don't stop, please don't stop."
"Uh uh uh! You keep those hips planted to the ground mister. Lest you don't want to come." you say coming down on him harder to drive the point home.
Leona's eyes widen and he lets out a strangled groan as your hips slam down onto his with increasing force. The new rhythm has his cock hitting depths he's never felt before, and it takes every ounce of his self-control not to buck up into your exquisite heat. His fingers dig into your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he grips them, trying to anchor himself against the urge to thrust.
He swallows thickly, Adam's apple bobbing in his tanned throat. When he speaks, his voice is a low, desperate rasp, laced with lust and barely restrained need. "Y-yes, ma'am. I'll... I'll keep still. Just please... please don't stop fucking me like that. Feels too good... want you to use me. Want you to... ungh... come all over my cock."
"Those hands of too pretty boy. Don't make me say that twice." you say glaring down in warning before switching to a grinding pace as punishment.
Leona's eyes widen and he quickly moves his hands to grip the grass below him, knuckles turning white as he digs his fingers deep into the previously patchless grass. He can feel the sting of your warning glare like a physical blow, and he knows better than to test your patience further. His breath comes in short, sharp pants as you keep grinding down on him with slow, deliberate circles, your hips rolling sensually against his own.
The new pace is maddening, the constant stimulation driving him to the brink of insanity. Leona's cock throbs and pulses inside you, leaking copious amounts of precum that allow your bodies to move together with obscene wet sounds. He can feel his release building, his balls drawing up tight as the pressure mounts.
Through gritted teeth, he grits out, "I'm your good boy, your pretty little fucktoy. I won't touch without permission again. Just please... please keep using me. I'm so close... want to come so badly. Want to fill you up..." His words dissolve into a desperate, wanton moan as you grinds down particularly hard, threatening to push him over the edge.
"Beg for it let's see if you deserve it mutt."
Leona's face contorts in a mix of pleasure and agony as you grind down on him, your pace slow and punishing. He can feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing almost painfully as it's stimulated over and over. The pressure in his balls is unbearable, and he knows he won't last much longer. But he also knows he needs to beg for permission, to prove his devotion to you.
With a low, desperate whine, he looks up at you through eyes hazed with lust. His voice is a broken, needy rasp when he speaks, dignity and pride forgotten in the heat of the moment. "Please...please let your good boy come. I've been so good, taking everything you've given me. I'm begging you, please... please let me come inside this perfect pussy. Please please please... I need it so badly. I'm your loyal mutt, your toy to use however you want. Just please... give me permission to come. I'm begging you."
"Now." you command.
Leona lets out a roar of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. His hips surge up, burying his cock as deep as physically possible inside your clutching heat as his orgasm crashes over him like a tidal wave. His vision goes white as he comes harder than he ever has in his life. You bend over biting his neck. Leaving various bites as he comes down from his high.
Leona's claws extend, shredding the grass beneath him as he grabs handfuls with all his strength. His body shakes and jerks with the force of his release, pleasure overwhelming his senses until he can barely think straight. Distantly, he feels your teeth sinking into his neck over and over, marking him again and again as he rides out his own high. The mix of pain and pleasure is exquisite, only heightening his bliss.
As the waves of his intense orgasm start to subside, Leona goes limp beneath you, chest heaving as he pants for air. His cock continues to twitch and dribble inside you, overstimulated and sensitive from the force of his release. He can feel your bites throbbing where their teeth pierced his skin, a tangible reminder of your claim over him.
With a voice rough from screaming, Leona rasps out, "Thank you... thank you for letting your good boy come. I'm yours... all yours." He nuzzles into your neck, still shuddering with the aftershocks of his earth-shattering orgasm.
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cloud9dreamer · 3 days ago
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Hellooo ăƒŸ(∇)
I wanted to ask: do you have any rules when it comes to asks? Something you will and won't write?
Writers often have a pinned post with rules in it or a seperate rules post. But I have't seen anything like that on your page. Although.. it could be a work in progress and just wasn't posted yet.. (°∇°)
If you have any I'd like to know, before I requested anything!
thank u for your question! At first I thought about creating a list later on when I have more works in the account just to test the waters and see what type of asks are gonna come in. But now that you mention it maybe I should make one since I get how requesting blindly might make people uncomfortable. I haven't really given it much thought but these are some no's for now:
Incest
Straight up canon x canon
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Pedophilia
Characters sexually harassing reader
Kinks that involve unhygienic practices
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That's all for now.
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cloud9dreamer · 3 days ago
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Hiii!!! Im so happy that we have a new writter in the fandom
If it's not a problem, which characters do you feel most comfortable writing?
Sending a đŸȘ 4u!!! (ïŸ‰ÂŽăƒź`)*: 
thank u angelface!! When it comes to characters I don't mind at all request whatever you'd like princess (in a non binary way) .
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cloud9dreamer · 3 days ago
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Hello, I just wanted to clarify do you only do x readers or also canon x canon? Or anything without relationships at all?
My content will be pretty much x reader but Canon characters can interact together based on the request. For example a vil x reader x rook fic, if the person who requests wishes for vil and rook to be romantically involved too I wouldn't mind writing that but I won't write Canon x Canon explicitly!
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cloud9dreamer · 3 days ago
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Hello everyone, I'm a new writer on here and I take submissions/requests for twisted wonderland! If you have anything in my send it to me please.
Xoxo,
Mocha
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