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[midoalan]

friendly reminder that no one is obligated to follow me if they like alan but not me. i know i'm like the last resort on this hellsite, but please just leave me alone if you have any bad intentions. i've already been through hell and back in the past year and alan was my only lifeline, this blog my only safeplace. you can’t just burst into my life, pretend to care about me, throw me away and end up treating me like every other hater here. it... hurts? i'm not a content machine - i'm just human too.

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i miss alan.

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his eyes narrow, cold as ice and twice as sharp. a glint of arctic grey, his gaze a frozen blade—refined, relentless, ready to wound. - 🗡️

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𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — pervert bodyguard!alan wip

💭 dragging your stoic, overprotective bodyguard, alan on a shopping spree during the year’s hottest day is hell on earth for him.

the man born, raised and trained to put his life at risk everyday is forced to carry your bags like a human pack mule and stand there like a new-age adonis statue while you smear lipstick swatches along his tattooed, muscled arm like he's your personal makeup palette.

he's unaware you want to look pretty under his surveillance... look sexy for his watchful eyes only.

in the next luxury boutique, his well-defined jaw finally ticks. his patience wears as thin as the ridiculously overpriced lace lingerie you pick in a familiar shade just to mess with him: teal, like the faded tips of his hair. you let him watch it mold to your curves like a secret you’re daring him to find out behind the little sanctuary of the changing booth curtains.

the silence is stretching just long enough for him to get more and more desperate.

he knows you don’t need his help, but he's grateful you ask him anyway. one effortless tug of the bra clasp and his calloused fingertips linger on your skin for a moment—a bit too long.

his hot breath ghosts over your exposed neck and his chapped lips feel pleasantly rough as they graze your soft earlobe. "enough," he growls, his voice eerily calm.

he spins you violently, your back colliding with the mirror, the impact knocking the leftover air out of your lungs. his weight pins you against the cold glass, unyielding and solid, like an immovable wall that leaves no room for escape. his chest, broad and firm, adds a suffocating presence as he leans in close, his breath warm and smelling of a delicious blend—cigarettes, coffee, and that unmistakable hint of peppermint you had come to crave.

his eyes narrow, cold as ice and twice as sharp. a glint of arctic grey, his gaze a frozen blade—refined, relentless, ready to wound. his bulky hand curls tighter around your slender throat, but he is still deliberate not to crush you.

the clean musk and heat radiating off his body, the raw power in his grip alone an undeniable urgency, a hunger. the kind of hunger you had been toying with all day, you stupid, little girl.

lace rips and your pulse races—but not from fear. it's the undefined rawness of the moment, the way he holds your life in his left hand and your soaked, torn panties in his right hand... so in control and yet barely holding on to whatever is left of his restraint.

how far are you willing to let the man destined to protect you go?

"you're not getting away from me now, princess..."

well, that's the best threat you've ever gotten.

...

rough, desperate and nasty ✨changing booth quickie✨ til the mirrors fog up and shreds of the lingerie cover the ground like lace confetti alan has to pay for it and he will never financially recover from that

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happy birthday, my sweet... ♡

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remember your love for alan is not defined by a random pulling rate on a pay 2 win gacha game 🫶

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love this inofficial official alan blog 💖

naww i'm honored ♡ still crazy to me that so many people willingly follow whatever this lunatic blog is... :')

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the time has come to write an essay-length manifesto about fucking alan in a suit and its emphasis on his broad chest, bulging biceps, skull-cracking thighs, slutty itty bitty waist and ripe apple-shaped ass in excruciating detail.

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realtalk: no disrespect to others, but alan ate so hard with his tarot ssr there will never be another one like that ever again in the history of ssrs...

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alan's so prince-who-doesn’t-want-to-be-a prince coded ♡

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SOO...

i :) have :) come :) to :) the :) conclusion :) that :) alan :) mido :) is :) the :) most :) beautiful :) man :) i :) have :) ever :) seen :) and :) will :) ever :) see. :))

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Upcoming Card!

Do I usually capitalize that title? Do I usually use exclamation marks? For some reason i'm second guessing my formatting. Anyways.

Alan's birthday is April 25th!! You know what that means today--ALAN TAROT CARD!!! Tarot knowers should tell us what Strength means and how they relate it to Alan. . .although it seems kind of obvious lol. It doesn't follow the usual naming convention of cards though so I assume it's different maybe?

Thursday's previews should be the Sinostra Chuuka(Chinese) cards! One should come out Thursday, then Monday, then the following Thursday. Not sure what'll happen in the two weeks after that but May 23rd is Leo's birthday so we should be seeing his tarot card in about a month. Of course these are just guesses based on the existing patterns/release trends

Anyway you aren't here for me yapping.

Look at his little smile!!!!

Character Card: Strength(「力の誘惑」  "The Allure Of Strength") Skill: Steel Pipe Wielder(「鉄管の使い手」  "Steel Pipe Wielder") Fully Awakened Skill: Hard-Boiled Ghoul(「硬派なグール」  "Hardliner Ghoul" 「硬派」 can mean 'someone severe, inflexible, and uncompromising' however it can also be used to refer to young men with traditionally masculine interests--a "man's man"--or someone who's straight-laced when it comes to relationships.) Warding Card: Solitary Lost Property(「孤独な銀河の落とし物」  "Solitary Galaxy's Lost Property")

There's a cosmic bond and I actually know who's in it this time!!! I wonder why it showed up. . .not complaining though

Fumbled Words (「不器用に紡ぐ言葉」  "Clumsily Spun Words") - SATK: +4%; VIT: +(20×Player Rank)

Zenji - Night Parade

Ren - Private Viewing

Alan - Strength

Lyca - The Page Of Wands

Zenji(Warding Card) - Ghost Stories

Card Stats! Does the in-game Skill screen make it any better for the stat enjoyers?

It's time for the spiel~

Gacha is gambling! Banners rerun! You'll get an opportunity to pull for Alan and any other unit you want again, so don't give into FOMO and spend your money recklessly! Set limits and keep by them! Keep a close eye on what you're spending, because it's easy to lose track!

My Japanese is mid, the official localizations are there for a reason, take any translation I do with a grain of salt

If you're going somewhere, let people know where you plan to be and where you are in case you get lost!

I'll see you on Thursday! Expect screaming!

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♡ caressing alan's eyebrow scar ♡ kissing alan's eyebrow scar ♡ licking alan's eyebrow scar ♡ biting alan's eyebrow scar ♡ fucking alan's eyebrow scar ♡

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this account supports all beautiful "grown ass" women in the tokyo debunker fandom ❤️‍🔥

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i'll be worse ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ cry about it <3

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missing my alan so much 😞 i hope he's suffering and covered in blood in the next vagastrom episode 🥰🥰

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HEAR ME OUT

CITY TAXI DRIVER ALAN! LOVES FAST CARS BUT HELLA TIRED OF HIS UNEVENTFUL JOB AND NERVE-WRACKING CLIENTS! BUT IT'S THE BEST OFFER HE GOT AFTER LEAVING JUVIE A WHILE AGO AND DRIVING 24/7 PAYS HIS BILLS AT THE END OF THE DAY! WHITE UNIFORM BLUSE STICKING TO HIS SWEATY MUSCLY TORSO LIKE A SECOND SKIN! SHIMMERING SILVER NECKLACES PEEKING OUT OF HIS UNBUTTONED LOOSE COLLAR! ROLLED UP SLEEVES EXPOSING HIS SUNKISSED SKIN AND PRISON TATTOOS CIRCLING HIS UNDERARM! DARK SUNGLASSES HIDING HIS EYECIRCLES FROM TOO MANY NIGHTSHIFTS! A CHEAP CIGARETTE CASUALLY DANGLING FROM THE CORNER OF HIS CHAPPED LIPS AND THE SMOKE FRAMING HIS FUCKING HANDSOME FACE! SLICKED BACK DAMP HAIR AS BLACK AS A RAVEN WING FADING OUT TO TEAL! A SHEER BLANKET OF SWEAT GLISTENING ON HIS EXPOSED NECK AND FOREHEAD! ONE SALTY STREAK RUNNING DOWN HIS EYEBROW SCAR! BULKY BONEY BANDAGED HANDS GRABBING THE STEERING WHEEL AND- "WHERE TO, MISS?"

BACKSEAT SEX?! LOTSA NASTY BACKSEAT SEX!!