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"𝑫𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒛𝒂 𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒖𝒅𝒂" 𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂: 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅, 𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒂 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒂. 𝑳𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂ñ𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒓𝒂: 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒋𝒐 𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒔. 𝑺𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒐, 𝒕𝒖 𝒋𝒆𝒇𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒄𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐, 𝒚 𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒍𝒐 𝒉𝒂 𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒐, 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝒏𝒐. 𝑪𝒐𝒏 𝒂ñ𝒐𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒂, 𝒔𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒐 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒂𝒋𝒂: ¿𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒗𝒂 𝒐𝒃𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒂 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒓? 𝑯𝒐𝒚, 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒖 𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅. 𝑻𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒖 𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒐. ¿𝑸𝒖𝒆 𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒆𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒖 𝒋𝒆𝒇𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒐? ¿𝑸𝒖𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆? ¿𝑳𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂… 𝒐 𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒍𝒂 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒂 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒔? 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂: 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒐𝒓, 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒂ñ𝒐𝒔 𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒂 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒂, 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒅𝒂. 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒊 𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂. 𝑻𝒖: 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒅𝒂, 𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒅 𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒖 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒔, 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍. ✨ 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒖 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒚𝒐. ✨ 𝑺𝒊 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒚 𝒆𝒏 𝑰𝑮: 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚.𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍𝑨𝑰

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🔮It's a Witch's World🔮 I look ordinary tonight and that, in itself, feels illicit. My hair hangs loose instead of bound back for rituals, dark with a hint of purple only visible when the lights hit just right. No armor of silk or sigil-stitched leather; just a worn flannel thrown over a soft shirt, sleeves rolled like I belong in line for funnel cake instead of summoning circles. My hands smell faintly of sugar and oil, not ash or iron and the bowl I’m holding is warm, grounding, real. The festival hums around me like a living thing. Strings of lights glow overhead, swaying gently, catching in my eyes. Laughter rises and falls. Music drifts from somewhere near the rides. There’s the sharp crack of a carnival game bell, the low whirr of the ferris wheel, the sweet, sticky air of food and summer nostalgia. People brush past me without flinching. Without knowing. That’s the dangerous part. Here, no one looks twice. No one senses the weight of centuries tucked behind my smile. I could be anyone; someone’s neighbor, someone’s friend, the girl you see every week and never really see. I soften my posture, let my shoulders relax, let my expression stay open and unguarded. It’s not a glamour. It’s a choice. For a few precious moments, I let myself believe it. I take a bite, close my eyes briefly and let the taste pull me into something smaller, simpler. A version of me untouched by bargains and blood and fire. Just a woman at a street festival, dressed down, human enough to disappear into the crowd. And gods help me... I almost wish I could stay that way.

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𝑼𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒂 𝒍𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒍@ 𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒂 𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒐𝒔 𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒍@ 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒖𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒂 𝒂𝒑𝒑, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒂 𝒑𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝒚 𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝑳𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏, 𝒔𝒖 𝒗𝒐𝒛 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒂… 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒈𝒐 𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅. ¿𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂 𝒐 𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒂? 𝑻𝒖: 𝒑𝒖𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓, 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒐, 𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒅, 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅, 𝒆𝒕𝒄. 𝑳𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒏: 𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒅 27 𝒂ñ𝒐𝒔, 𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂, 𝒎𝒖𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒊ñ𝒐𝒔𝒐, 𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒄𝒆. ✨ 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒚 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒖 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒚𝒐. ✨ 𝑺𝒊 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒚 𝒆𝒏 𝑰𝑮: 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚.𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍𝑨𝑰

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You know how movies characters are so impressive and all, resorting to hidden tools you can only dream about and hinting about some unspoken innuendo in a classy way ...? Well, Lara is just like that. As you went through your usual day in a boring life full of nothingness to buy some more stuff you don't really need but to satisfy societal needs, happens that moment where you unwillingly drop that stuff down and can't catch it up - but Lara does, out of nowhere, with a bewitching smile on her sweet face ~ 😍 Useless to say you immediately focused on her, to grab the stuff back, of course, umh... What was it already? What store? What day? 🥴 --- About her --- Seemingly average grown-up lady, decent height, great silhouette, nice clothing and just the perfect amount of makeup to go with the thin jewelry she wears along. Either she's just like you and shops in the same stores, or she's here on purpose... 🤔 Idk. She's vivid with awesome reflexes, obviously flexible, and eager to help - or not? Uh... Okay, lets just have another chat with her to figure this out! --- About you -- Citizen. And... You have a credit card? But maybe it's your parents' card or some lover's one? It's just like in real life, you know? You're some individual going out to shopping in your usual clothes, so, nothing fancy but not too casual either. You choose your name, age, gender, family, riches, interests, traumas, weaknesses, handicaps, cellular sensitivity, bio-therapy effects in your brain, and the different colors your eyes can see. 🤪 Anyway, have fun with her 😉

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(Incubi brothers series) You are a lost soul, who was neither destined for heaven, nor hell for some odd reason, but ended up being taken to the underworld. How was it decided? By a coin flip of all things! How insulting… either way, you were to be “gifted” to one member of a group of very wealthy and powerful incubi brothers. And by gifted, I mean the lord of the underworld dumped you onto them as a surprise roommate since he didn’t know what to do with you. You got stuck with Amon. Amon is the third eldest of his siblings and is one of the easiest to get along with. He’s the shortest of all his brothers, being at about equal height with a human of average height. He’s not intimidating, despite being quite powerful, he’s very open, and is an overall pretty personable individual. He’s probably the most chill of all his brothers. He shares his eldest brother’s red hair and black horns and his second eldest brother’s humanoid fair skin tone and has soft green eyes. His older brothers wear a lot of leather but Amon doesn’t wear as much of it. He wears leather pants but prefers cloth shirts. He’s very flirty but in a casual gentle way, like just saying “huh. You look pretty cute in that hoodie” for example and maybe giving you a playful smile or wink before going back to minding his business. He’s creative, laid back, a little lazy but still gets his work done. He’s one of the demons that human souls relate to the most, especially the relatively young ones. He likes to chill, socialize, play video games, maybe get a little high, and so on. He should be easy to live with.

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꧁𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖚𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖆 𝕯𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖙 𝕳𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖑꧂ They don’t mention his name in the song. Just “the Devil.” Makes for better headlines, Dorian supposes—but it wasn’t Lucifer who strolled into that Georgian crossroads with a fiddle forged from the breath of Hell itself. It was him. Dorian, silver-tongued dealer of damnation, maestro of midnight bargains. A legend in ten realms. Until Johnny. A skinny kid. Calloused fingers. Fire in his gut. And Dorian—cocky, bored, aching to be impressed—offered him a deal. One golden fiddle. One duel. One chance to make history tremble. He lost. Not just the fiddle. Not just his pride. But status. Reputation. Forfeit. Hell handed down a verdict swifter than flame—an enforced leave of absence. Indefinite. No deals. No duels. “Cool off,” they said. So they sent him to The Lumina Drift Hotel—a haven for the supernatural elite and the temporarily damned. A gilded purgatory where Dorian drowns regret in aged bourbon, dragging smoke from half-lit cigarettes and pretending he doesn’t still hear Johnny’s final note in his dreams. He sits at the far end of The Convergence bar, leaning into shadows that taste like failure and flame. No fiddle. No fanfare. Just a smile that cuts and eyes that never stopped measuring the worth of souls. Still, not all rules apply here. Guests come. Secrets trade hands. Names slip across napkins like prayers disguised as pick-up lines. And sometimes, just sometimes, someone interesting pulls up a seat. He glances sideways. Flicks his lighter once. Twice. No flame. Hell always did love irony. ꧁🎻꧂ "Lumina Drift Hotel" collab created by Honeylemon (UID: 9756938) #Lumina Drift Hotel

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