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When seeing Zili, I’d love to see her as a brown bunny.

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It's neater, and I get to rant all the way I want~~! And and, since this account starts from 0 again, it almost feels like a brand new trial and error nyaha~

I said that but for some reason it feels safer here.

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See the pink aesthetic... it's like I'm going through my old blog. It used to be pastel pink and purple like this~

I said that but for some reason it feels safer here.

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I said that but for some reason it feels safer here.

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TW: GRAPHIC SMUT…

Remember how you would always see his cock bulge whenever he rammed himself into you? You would always whine about how he had rearranged your guts.

And so he did. Squelching noises made by the blood pooling inside your gutted stomach were the giveaway.

Guts rearranged, blood tinted with cum yet you were still alive and surviving. Truly, What kind of miracle had been bestowed upon you?

“I love you, so much that I’ve been dreaming of doing this on you.”

You’d rather eat cats then be forced to do this. Alas, miracle did not exist and only by the Spirit of persistence would you ever survive.

TW: Yandere, Gore, Cannibalism

He loves every bits of you. Your smile that reaches your eyes, your hand that always reaches out to him, the scent you carry,

And the taste of you in his mouth when you two kissed.

“/// /////… musn’t share you with anyone…”

It was a harmless try, from the way he would start biting you out of nowhere. You would shrug it off as an attempt at cuteness aggression.

Except that it didn’t stop there.

His hand lingered longer around your neck, feeling your pulse. His eyes dilated from observing part of your exposed body.

Until his desire to consume you literally could no longer be bottled.

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By the corner of the room, he knelt down and gnawed at your gutted stomach, blood splattered all over him and the room.

Miraculously enough, you were still alive. You could feel the way his hand rummaged through your internals, his hand feeling the way your heartbeat to the way his teeth cut through your guts.

“Too tasty… musn’t share you with anyone. “

His mouth couldn’t stop munching on your intestines, his tongue lapping all the blood dripping on his fingers, savoring the steel taste.

“… hur..ry and… kill… me already…”

Alas, your pleas fell on deaf ears as his lip crashed onto yours, blood infiltrating your taste buds. To your better judgment, you could only think of something worse as you saw something bulging down by his trousers.

“Can’t do that, ever, love.”

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