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this is now a bit. please vote who i should make a photocard of next

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i want to join

i am dangerously close to making a tangible leander photocard. and by dangerously close i mean i'm making a cover for the back as well can someone please end me

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omw to devour those cupcakes like the hungry beast i am.

ngl the only actual cupcakes are his tits

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Maid Ais and Leander. I will not elaborate

Since Ais already has an official maid look, I thought I just do Leander

Gasligh Gatekeep Housekeep✨️🧹

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For someone who likes to keep his handsome face unharmed, Leander likes to bonk his head pretty a lot.

I’m about to put myself in mortal peril for Kuras

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I think you need to play THE UNNAMED route for Kuras' red choice and get all the positive reactions from him.

With Vere it is complicated? But I do not know the answers for that

touchstarved demo 2.0

did anyone get red choices for kuras and vere?? if so, how do u get them?? i already got leander, ais, and mhin.

i know rss posted kuras and vere red choices before but idk if they actually put it in the updated demo.

i genuinely can't find anyone talking about this. i played alchemist background (idk if that's relevant)

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THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS!! genderbend Leander is now free yippee what crimes will she commit

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Sometimes you just gotta let the girls be free

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Touchstarved doodles: Leander puppy ears very pathetic send tweet

is this pathetic enough

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"Want to break up?" "No way." SHAYLA, MY SHAYLAAAAAAA!!!! THAT'S MY SHAYLAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

satans “ tell me about yourself “ B-LOG interview!!! 🐈 this one is from november 2023

original down below vv

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Reblog if you believe mental illnesses should stay mental, WHY are you affecting my stomach girl

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Is it working? 😋

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MEPHISTO DEMON FORM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

SOLMARE PLEEEAAASSSEEEEEEEEEEEE

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back to obey me shitposting 😛

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Vere @ Leander

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I just know Ais’s Urgent Care bill is insane

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Based on @owlespresso's post

Your shoulder catches Leander’s weight when he leans a little too far. When he stumbles somehow, even while sitting slumped over the scarred-up surface of the bar counter. He sprawls like he owns the place, all loose-limbs and thick muscle compressed beneath sleek leather and fine cotton. There’s a glass of something amber in one hand, glimmering in the candlelight and on the curve of his lip where he licks them clean.

Leander leans on you the way a dog might. One of those massive hunting dogs that seem to think they’re still puppies. His bulk and height, usually so oppressive when he stands close, is lessened. Mitigated by the slack give of his shoulders, the bleary indolence of his gaze, and the easy tilt of his lips. Leander rests his arm across your shoulder, nuzzles his cheek against yours, and your heart leaps in your chest.

It still stuns you when he does this. When he eschews typical polite distance in favour of overt acts of physical affection. You haven’t known him long, certainly not long enough to engender such behaviour, but from the way Leander treats you anyone would think the two of you were attached at the hip. You could count on one hand the number of times you were able to exit the Wet Wick without Leander appearing at your side, charming smile in place and hand outstretched in an offer.

Are you hungry? Is there something you wanted? Where would you like to go?

It worsens when he’s drunk, when gin and whisky whisk away the societal norms keeping him in check. When he can drape himself over your smaller frame and murmur thoughts into your ear.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers now, a gloved hand caressing down your arm, tracing the bumps of your ribcage, and finally curling around your waist. His fingers find your own where they’re folded tightly in your lap – a habit borne from over a decade of caution – and gently but firmly uncurl the bandaged digits so he can tangle the two of you together. Entwine them beneath the counter.

“There you are,” he smiles triumphantly; a drunk, lopsided thing that shines with accomplishment. Childish glee glitters in those jeweled eyes. As if holding your hand was an achievement worthy of applause. It’s adorable. He’s adorable.

You swallow the thudding of your heart, fix your face into something normal, and pretend you can’t feel the burning weight of the man plastered against your side.

Leander cuddles closer, rests his chin on your hair and smiles. Lets his gaze scan the faces of the bar, paying special attention to those whose eyes linger a little too long on your back. The fall of your hair. The quicksilver flash of your smile before you tamp it down. There’s a tiny gap in your bandages, a sliver of black and gold streaks where he’d deliberately loosened the white cloth. He considers unwrapping your whole limb. Considers pouring the rest of his drink into your cupped palms so he could sip from your skin and lick your flesh clean. He dreams of setting your fingers between his lips, pressing down on his tongue, slipping down his throat–

Hm, the alcohol may have been hitting him a little harder than he’d thought. Still, it was good. That you let him so close while drunk was good. Now, if only he could get you this close in the sobering light of day.