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everyone LOOK AT MY HUSBANDS AWESOME ART OR I'LL REVOKE SLASHER HUSBAND PRIVILEGES /HJ

✧ Project Starflesh ✧

Unit 001 — Kirin (Qilin)

oc world with my friends @gumptiomdog @diduche and my wife @hooterhorror <3!!!

think magical girl anime like madoka magika but more evangelion in terms of aesthetic and also mecha suits and parasitic space bugs

#🍒— reblogs. #🍷— tuna speaks.

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@slipperyoldbones @slashert4t @ajokeformur-ray GET GRUNKLED

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returning this spooky month to drop a slasher OC :3c

how's everyone been?

#🍷— tuna speaks. #slasher #slashers #slasher oc #oc tag #digital art #aesthetic

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My friend of a few years is having trouble raising money for his cat, if you could share this post dm him positive messages or even send him some money ( a little goes a long way) I would be happy to do free commissions or writing for you.

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This is a different post.

I'm sorry to the unfinished requests and matchups, I haven't forgotten about them I've just been busy and focused on other things. Thank y'all for the support you show my page and my writing <3

if it isn't too much to ask, I'd appreciate it if y'all could share this around.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTd7Po4N8/?k=1

If you can't watch the video rn, I'll summarize. Because of my heart condition, I have difficulty walking. I'm opening art commissions so I can afford a wheelchair for myself.

The specific one I found is cheaper than secondhand and the arms move back and can be removed so I can reach the wheels and push myself. it is very important that I have one that I can push myself in, so I cannot simply buy or use a hospital wheelchair. I cannot reach the wheels.

I take payments via kofi or PayPal. https://ko-fi.com/tunafshvx

there is more information like prices and rules on my kofi. please consider sharing or supporting whichever way you can. Thank you.

#serious post #disabilty #pots #🍷— tuna speaks.

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HEHEHEHE ME IN YHE SC HIIIIIIII

I love thems.....

heyy

they're in love your honor

been a hot minute since I drew some moonrift hehee

put an unnecessary amount of effort into the colors even tho it was supposed to be "lazy colors"

ft my gf again ajshsjhdjd

#🌑orion #🍒— reblogs. #🍷—mary speaks

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Hello! Sorry to spring this up on you >< but idk who else to ask: do yknow what happen with brxwrvths blog? It was there yesterday morning but now it looks deactivated...i was a frequent anon there and i was wondering if smth happend u.u i just want to know if bri is ok everything else is extra o.o it was so sudden i couldnt help but worry and try to reach out to someone who might know ><

hi!!! I just reached out to bri and asked, and they told me that she deactivated for personal reasons and it was the best course of action atm.

if they ever make a new blog, I'll be sure to share her new @ with you all! ty for reaching out anon!

#🧡bri. #👤—anon #🍷—mary speaks

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Lucien "Midnight Jackal" Sterling armor ref sheet!

So yeah I redid their design after seeing that Layla's Scarlet Scarab outfit had wings </3 she looks great but MAN there goes my wing idea for Luc....

Anyway I remade it, and since Nephthys is the mother of Anubis and Lucien has died once in the past, I went "hmm what if jackal theme?" and boom! Midnight Jackal was made! Thanks to my lovely gf @hooterhorror for helping with this as always ilysm <33

Also love how their darker colours contrast with the bright white of MoonKnight that's so gay of them ehe <3

#moon knight #🍒— reblogs. #🌑orion #MY LOVE MMY LOVE #MY LOVEEEEE #🍷—mary speaks

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grumpy moon knight

here's another random doodle of Marc "disappointed crossed arms" Spector, I really like how the armor feels when being drawn

#i know the full #🍒— reblogs. #🌑orion #looks respectfully in #looks amazing as always babe :)

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AWOOGA

DROOLS

Another piece in celebration of Space, one that took me all day to make but was much more rewarding </3

Watch In Space with Markiplier parts 1 and 2 on YouTube if you haven't already! It's worth all the time you have!

#🍒— reblogs. #🌑orion #🍷—mary speaks

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STARES ADORINGLY

In Space With Orion

I got my name from my CaptainSona, it just stuck with me so I kept it as my own.

Drew them again in celebration of part 2 being released.

#🌑orion #🍒— reblogs. #🍷—mary speaks

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foaming at the mouth. I am rabid. I am on all fours and clawing at the ground. I am screaming into the sky. I am rolling around pathetically. I am SOBBING AND SCREAMING. I LOVE THIS.

DARLIN’

Pairing: Bo Sinclair x GN Reader

Warnings: swearing, violence mentions, reader was originally going to be a victim mention, Bo & Reader lowkey have a toxic relationship, Bo being toxic in general, Vincent makes a guest appearance, fluff

A/N: I got hit with the sudden inspiration for this, so I just sat down and wrote.🙇‍♀️

Word Count: 2.5k

Taglist: @hooterhorror @horrorstories123 @slash3rl0v3r @chrrynitegurus @nathalia-cobblepot @noxcopia @puffball-lover554 @iloveslasher @jasonloveclub @dootys @pretty-pillow-princess @the-anxious-youth @callmemeelah @teds-secret-chamber @miyonorii1317 @beel-mcburger @admiral-hiba @mikeysleftpinkytoe @f-fuckmyers @smenny @bloodmoon-bites @vintageirene

Bo had been having a hard week. That much you could tell.

But what you had yet to figure out, was why he was being such a blatant asshole. From your time in Ambrose, you had learned that the words ‘Bo’ and ‘Asshole’ went together pretty well. He was always dogging on his brothers for simple things, blowing up at you for asking questions, and having a few too many beers on the weekends.

You knew that he was troubled; that much was obvious. But you absolutely refused to give up on him—you knew that there was another Bo under the surface. One that was much more vulnerable and emotionally available, one that was capable of opening up to you.

He wondered why you had stayed. After he held that shotgun up to your temple and chased you around like it was a game. “Why the fuck would you stay with a guy like me?” Seriously…why would you stay with him? The danger he had put you in, the horror that you experienced that day…

He had tormented you. But he had also saved your life.

“Y’know what, Vince? I think I might just keep ‘em for myself…”

And that’s what started it. The sentence that had spared your life and gifted you a love you had never even imagined that you could receive. And ever since then, you had been trying to dig under the steel walls that Bo put up. The guarded gates that prevented you from knowing his true feelings. Sure, he knew love and lust—that you knew of for sure—but you wanted to know the real Bo. The one who would tell you about his dreams, his nightmares, his fears, his desires. The Bo that would tell you fond memories of his childhood, the one that would cry in your arms when he remembered the not-so-good memories.

✻ ✻ ✻

The water hit your skin in little hot ripples, washing away the dirt and stress from the past day. It was a hard one, that’s for sure. First a group of teenagers came into town, putting up one hell of a fight. Then Bo dented the passenger side of his truck while he tried to chase one of the boys down. And then, to wind down an already shitty day, Bo had started a fight with Vincent.

“You always have to fuck up everything around here, don’cha? That fucker would have gotten away if it wasn’t for me.” Bo screamed at his twin in the living room. Vincent was slightly hunched forwards, his hair hanging over his face as he tried avoiding Bo’s deceitful glare.

“Bo, please—“ You cut in, trying to simmer the fight down. The escapee was dead in the basement right now. Nobody got away, and that’s what mattered. None of the brothers got hurt and that’s what truly mattered.

“This doesn’t fuckin’ involve you, Y/N!!” Bo spat at you before turning back to his brother. Salty tears flowed down your cheeks, the tension in the air being too much for you to handle. You fell onto your knees, covering your face with your hands, letting it all out. Bo’s voice was distant in the background, and before you knew it, you were in the living room alone.

You closed your eyes, feeling the water drift down your face and onto your chest. You and Bo hadn’t talked since then, a cord of tense silence tied you two together. To say you hated it would be an understatement.

Usually, you were woken up with Bo next to you, giving you a sweet good morning kiss before heading out to the station for the day. But this morning? His side of the bed was cold. You didn’t even know if he came to bed during the night or if he just slept in the station.

You had trudged yourself to the shower the moment you woke up, craving a blast of water to refresh your thoughts. What was supposed to be a peaceful morning shower had turned into you just reminiscing about the fight.

You leaned forward, shutting off the faucet and letting the last few drops of water drip into your hair. You stepped out, wrapping a towel around your body and looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked sad, disheveled, and worn out. You cursed your past self for enjoying their time with Bo, hating the fact that your normal routine had been changed so suddenly.

You did the best you could to look presentable; styling your hair in the best way you knew how, slipping on some comfortable clothes. (If you wear makeup, you put on a few light coats of mascara. Nothing more, nothing less.)

You exited the bathroom, entering you and Bo’s shared room. You promised that you would never give up on Bo, even if it meant dying before you could fully understand him.

At this point, you knew there was simply no ‘leaving Ambrose.’ Bo and his brothers weren’t stupid. If you tried to leave, they would kill you. You would make your time with the love of your life count.

You walked out of the room, trailing down the slim hallway and down the small staircase. You made it to the main living area; the sun shone through the windows, the room nice and bright. It would be a beautiful day…if the household wasn’t so tense.

Vincent was sitting at the kitchen table, a bowl of cereal in front of him. Your eyes drifted to the right side of the bowl, his discarded mask facing upright. Vincent turned his head when he saw you, the angle and his hair covering his face entirely. You sadly smiled when you saw Vincent, feeling bad that you had interrupted his breakfast. You entered the kitchen, facing away from Vincent completely.

“I’m sorry, Vince. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” You said, filling the coffee pot with water. You heard Vincent grunt in response after a second—a signal that you could turn around. You did just that, facing your lover’s twin. He was still in the same spot, except the mask was now on his face. You leaned against the counter, looking down at the floor. “So…do you think he’s coming up for breakfast?” You hesitantly asked Vincent, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

‘Already did. Early,’ Vincent signed, pausing for a second. “I didn’t talk to him or anything.’

“I figured…” You said, knowing how Bo was known to give the silent treatment. The coffee machine started to hum, filling the ceramic cup underneath it. “Listen, I…it wasn’t your fault that the guy got away last night.”

Vincent gave you a singular nod in acknowledgment. The coffee machine’s steady hum faded, a quick beep signaling to you that your coffee was ready. You added your preferred creamers/sugars into it, before joining Vincent at the table. You sipped your coffee, the sweet taste instantly grounding you.

‘Are you okay?’ Vincent signed. You gave him an artificial and tight-lipped smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. I just don’t like it when he starts fights with you.”

Another nod of acknowledgement. ‘Used to it.’

You and Vincent sat in silence while you finished your coffee, both of you thinking the previous night over. “Do you, um…” you cleared your throat, “do you know why he gets like…this?” You gestured with your hands, adding emphasis to ‘this.’

You could tell your question struck a nerve within Vincent, his singular blue eye narrowed, his shoulders becoming somewhat stiff. It took him a second to reply, and when he did, it was…

‘I don’t know.’

…a lie. You could tell it was a lie that Vincent was holding back. You knew he knew, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed with the man sitting across from you. You knew it wasn’t Vincent’s place to tell you his brother’s words, but damn it, you wanted to understand.

“Me neither.” You said as nonchalantly as you could manage. You took the last sip of your coffee, before standing up, walking to the sink, placing the cup in the sink and running some water into the bottom of the cup.

✻ ✻ ✻

The sun was hot, beating down on your face as you walked towards the station. You were tired of lounging around, waiting for Bo to come back to the house. You craved being near him and you missed him dearly.

Vincent had retreated back to the basement after your admittedly awkward breakfast, but you yourself had hung around for an hour or so. TV was boring, worrying about your boyfriend was boring, so you decided to go find him. Find him and…try…to fix the problem.

As you approached the station, you could hear the usual heavy rock music blasting through the door. Bo had left the door open a foot or so to allow for some air flow in the god awful heat. You flinched as you grasped the door handle, pulling it open.

“Bo!!!” You tried to yell over the loud music. Bo’s truck was in the middle of the floor, the hood propped open. You ducked down, looking under the truck, seeing Bo’s boots on the opposite side. “BO!!!” You tried again.

Still nothing.

You walked over to the radio, cowering away from the sound waves as you turned the music down to zero. A final time,

“Bo.”

That caught his attention.

Bo appeared from behind the passenger-side of his truck, his face shining with sweat and a little bit of grease smeared on his chin. You would have run up to him and kissed him if this wasn’t such a serious moment.

“Y/N.” Bo said, obviously annoyed by the lack of music. You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“What is going on with you lately?” You asked gently, your eyes shining with questions. Bo scoffed,

“Huh?”

“You know what I mean, Bo. You’ve seemed so…upset—“

“Look, if this is about me’in Vincent, I don’wanna hear it.” Bo cut you off. You waited a second before continuing.

“I’m worried about you, Bo.” You said, concern evident in your voice. Bo just rolled his eyes, folding his arms near the top of his truck and resting his forehead against them. You walked over to him, gently placing your hand on his side. “I want you to know that you don’t have to bottle all of this up. You can talk to me.”

“As if you’d fuckin’ understand.” Bo said, still very on edge. You sighed, dropping your hand from his side. You looked up at his face; his eyes were wide and his jaw tense. “Y’know, darlin’, I would appreciate it if you would get the fuck off m’back and let me work.”

“Even if I don’t understand, I can listen. I love you, and I’m always going to be here for you. I want you to know that.”

You could tell that Bo was mulling your frantic words over in his head, thinking about what his response should be. It appeared that he did not have one.

✻ ✻ ✻

You laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling. You didn’t think that you were going to get anything sentimental out of your man at this point. You wanted to give up, but you knew you couldn’t. Bo was your safe space, and you wanted to be his safe space.

Your eyes began to grow heavy, but just before you gave into sleep…you heard the door open.

You sat up, watching through limited light as Bo walked in the room, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “There you are.”

Bo didn’t reply. He just slipped off his shoes by the door, took off his Sweetbird hat and placed it on the vanity. He sighed before turning around and walking over to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed, facing the wall and away from you in silence. You hesitantly laid back down again, just grateful that he had decided to come to bed tonight.

“Darlin’?” Bo asked into the darkness. His voice was unsure and small. You were so used to Bo being so extroverted, so confident. You had never heard his voice as small and broken as you had just now.

“Yeah, honey?” You replied, your sweet voice the only noise in the room. You were met with more silence, before Bo spoke again.

“M’parents…weren’t so, uh….when Vince’n I were kids…” Bo said, obviously having a hard time trying to convey his thoughts. You were a little taken aback, but sat up yet again. “Treated him s’much better. I don’t know why you chose me when you could have a better guy—“

“Shh, shh, shh…” You hushed Bo, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind him. You could feel the strain and stress in his muscles beneath your hands.

“N’ I…fuck, I don’t know, I’jus…I’m not used to bein’ treated s’good.” Bo said, referring to your relationship. You rested your chin in the crook of Bo’s neck, listening to every word that he said. “N’ my arms…reminds me of ‘ma. Everytime I see ‘em.”

Bo held up his left arm, showing the scars that you had so often seen. He never had told you the backstory behind them—you assumed they were from a victim—but now…you assumed differently.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, my love. You didn’t deserve that.” You said, bringing your left hand off of his chest and affectionately rubbing your thumb over the bright white marks. “What I see,” you started, releasing his wrist and trailing your fingers up his chest again, “is the most handsome, strong, and most worthy man I have ever known. You’ve been through so much,” you softly kissed his neck, “so much hell, and you’re still standing.”

Bo’s gaze drifted downward as he sucked in a breath. You slid yourself from behind Bo’s back to his lap, using his shoulders as leverage. You straddled his hips, his arms subconsciously wrapping around your waist. You placed your left finger underneath his chin, forcing his eyes to meet yours, bringing your right hand up to his left cheek. You gave him a soft smile.

“There is no other man in this world that is more deserving of my love, Bo Sinclair.” You said, gently trailing your left thumb across his cheekbone. You had been intimate before, sure. But nothing could amount to the level of intimacy that this moment held.

Bo could only stare at you, trying to get himself to back away from your worlds. Deny them, even. But he couldn’t; he couldn’t because somewhere, deep down, he knew that he was worthy of love. He knew that you had come into his life for a reason. He knew that nobody else could amount to you. There was so much more to tell you, so many more…emotions, to let out. But this would suffice for now, until he was ready.

Finally, Bo pulled you closer you him, giving you gentle kisses up and down your neck. You felt his short stubble on your skin.

“I love ya’ so much, darlin’. I really hope ya’ know that.” He whispered.

“I know, Bo. I do.”

#🧡bri. #🍒— reblogs. #🍷—mary speaks

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LOOK AT THEM GO THEYRE SO AMAZING AND FUNKY

I needed more content of them being idiot best friends cuz that's what they are

#🍒— reblogs. #🌑orion #MY HUSBAND TALENTED #spoiler in og post tags #moon knight

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I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH I AM SNARLING I AM SCREAMING

ARGRHRHDGSGSHS BRIIIIIIIIII

I AM LOSING MY MIND I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I AAM T RVGHJJJJ /POS /POS /POS THANK YOU SO MUCH I REALLY REALLY LOVE THIS DHAJRHRGEGSJDJR

PS YES PLS I WANNA BE FRIENDS SO BAD IM JUST REALLLY BAD AT INITIATING CONVOS 😭

HI BRIIIIII may I get a slasher matchup????

ilysm ur so cool /p

I've been typed as esfp and I'm a leo!

I'd describe myself as very passionate and outgoing! I'm very empathetic and my friends say I look a little intimidating because of my punk/gothic style, but I'm a great listener and very supportive and uplifting. I'm loud and foul-mouthed, so I'm just the furthest thing from shy you could imagine. I like to make other people laugh, and I tend to tease my friends a lot.

I love to draw and write, and I'm almost always listening to music. Because of my health though I've been doing less and less of my favorite hobbies, and im often sleeping a lot. I've refound my love for true crime because of all this downtime, though! :DD I don't think my beliefs are important here, but just in case: I do consider myself a witch and I plan on working with deities!

Appearance wise, I'm 5'3 ish and have bright reddish pink hair. I'm really petite and thin, but I make up for it by wearing my ass kicking boots. I have hazel eyes and I wear glasses! I have moles along one side of my face, and a scar under my right eye. Somethings I've been learning to adore is my tooth gap, chipped teeth, and big nose.

idk if you need a bit about what I seek in a relationship or what I'm like in one? so I'll say: I've always been the more extroverted one in a relationship. It's like the THEY ASKED FOR NO PICKLES meme. I think if I landed an s/o that's as extrovered or one even more than me, the world would explode. But I'm not picky!!!

CONGRATS ON 1K AGAIN YOURE LITERALLY SO COOL IM SO HAPPY FOR U

Marianne!! Thank you so much😭😭Okok we are twins but also the exact opposite?? I love it!! AND I just wanted to say that I’m also a witch!! I work with Apollo and Anubis🥰 🐕☀️MUAH ILYSM/p NOW ONTO THE POST THIS WAS REALLY HARD TO MAKE A DECISION

Also like…if you ever wanna be friends…I’m down…🫢

I match you with… *drumroll*

BO SINCLAIR

When Bo first saw you…omg. From your energetic and outgoing personality all the way down to your gothic style, this man was ENAMORED. You stood out from everyone else, which caught his eye. He’s not into the boring type—so someone with an extroverted personality AND and an extroverted style?? Absolutely perfect.👌

Foul mouthed?? Bo is not even going to notice. Unlimited ‘fucks’, ‘shits’, and ‘damns’ are constantly coming out of his mouth. While alone in the garage together, you and Bo can get into funny cussing back and forth matches. It takes a lot for Bo to genuinely laugh (especially when he’s around Vince and Lester) but being alone with you, he never holds back that laugh.😆

Bo needs someone who is empathetic. He’s never had a safe space where he could open up about his true feelings—especially about his childhood—so he appreciates it when you are able to listen and sympathize with him. It takes him a while to open up, but once he does? Your special bond grows so much stronger.🥰

Tease Bo? He’ll tease you right back. It’s never anything extreme—just playful remarks here and there. Sometimes he can get a little overboard though, so don’t be afraid to put him in his place.

Bo constantly has music playing as he works on his truck. Hanging out with him in the station, just drawing or writing as your favorite music blasts from the radio, is one of your favorite pastimes. Bo loves it when you spend time with him as he works—it makes him feel less alone. He would love to see anything you draw or write!! If you ever draw him anything specifically, he hangs it right up next to his toolbox.💗

Whenever you’re having a bad health day, Bo completely understands. He stays in the house with you, either waiting in the kitchen or pacing outside of the bedroom, just worrying. If you ever need anything, he’s right there, the item in hand. He’s very serious whenever you have a bad day, putting his playful side away for a little while. You’re always there for him, and now he’s going to be there for you.

Bo could talk about true crime for HOURS. He has opinions, and they are strong. He has a tendency to ramble about cases, explaining just exactly what he thinks of the situation. Bo loves it whenever you tell him about your favorite cases or a new one you learned about!! He’ll even research more on said case while you’re sleeping.

Bo doesn’t quite understand what it means to be a witch. He’s not affected (he’s used to Vincent’s different shenanigans, one of them being the witchcraft phase) so he’ll probably just nod his head and go about his business. He is, however, a little off put by deities. What do you mean, deities, Marianne???😀Like spirits???😀

*Cue Bo being paranoid.*

But!! It doesn’t stay like this for long. Bo begins to get used to the deity situation—even coming up with his own little ideas for offerings.

Bo absolutely adores your scar—it makes him feel like he can be more open with you. He has lots of scars of his own, and knowing that you can relate in a little way, means a lot to him. Your moles!! Oh my gosh, Bo loves to rub his thumb along your moles, giving you a sly smirk whenever he’s feeling flirtatious. Which is like, all of the time—

Bo loves to see your smile. It’s gorgeous as it is—but your teeth??? Your teeth make his knees weak. Your tooth gap and chipped teeth is something that Bo absolutely adores, and wants to see them every chance that he gets. He’ll crack jokes every five seconds just to see you smile.☺️

He’s always teasing you about your height difference and glasses, but it’s all in good fun!! He doesn’t care at all that your thin or petite; always snaking his arm around your waist when you stand next to him, picking you up and hauling you around the station. But those BOOTS? If you wear Demonia-type boots, he is always staring at them, lost as to how you’re able to walk in them.😵‍💫

You’re definitely more publicly extroverted than Bo is—but in private?? It can get CRAZY. Bo has a tendency to get a little crazy once he’s had a few beers, so it’s no surprise when you two blast music and have a little party in the station during the weekends.🥳

#🍒— reblogs. #🧡bri.

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THEYRE SP PRECIOUS I CANT AND YOUR ARTTTT RHRKSJSJS I AM GOING TO DIE!!!!!!!

Moonrift art <3

Moonrift with both of the 2/3 of Moon Knight (still waiting for Jake smh.)

With Marc it's soft but not too affectionate, they tend to have casual banger during vigilante work. He's intimidating so it starts off really awkward.

With Steven it's so cute, this is where most of the domestic headcanons come into play, since they're basically living together they spend almost every hour of the day with eachother and that is very precious to me.

#🎨—artists. #🍒— reblogs. #🌑orion

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MOONRIFT >>>>

AND WHEN U CALL ME UR WIFE >>>>

I love them and I love u

my babies

Moonrift scenarios for the soul <3

featuring @hooterhorror the best wife ever <3

#🍒— reblogs. #🌑orion

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Lucien "Rift" Sterling Lore

Part 2 :)

here's where I infodumped to gump about Luc cuz they asked demanded me to tell them

lovely lovely people again :

@panna-dulce @gumptiondog @hooterhorror

#pt 2 #🍒— reblogs. #🌑orion