— It has the feeling once it does it won’t be leaving the room for some time

[ SEDUCTIVE SUNDAY ]

What happens in the Shrines of Yomi ; Stays in the Shrines of Yomi , Aspirant.

Grab her throat and pet her head ?

— 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧-𝐈𝐕

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[ Seductive Sunday ]

“ Come and join us ~ “

Oh — the Lekkogo girl is gone ;
WaIMiss ?! //

What did i say

Curse of bad weather be upon ye ;
Now go play in the snow

Nikke go brr //

“ G o d — er’ — more akin to an outsider ; a stranger. “

Would

Sorry what was the question ?

All will be fine.
That is the best outcome anyone can hope for ; fret not.

Well — the tentacle was rather soft and blubbery , like an organic pillow , though that was now its original purpose. The entity is satiated in knowing she had found a use for it.

Mhm.
Mhm.

She was pulled into a hug by a very large and wrinkly tentacle.

It will all be okay. The passage of time does not heal all wounds ; yet the scares it leaves behind will remind you to be wise

Consider for a moment ; most of a mortals everyday problems are self-made , much of anxiety is fretting of inconsequential things that ultimately wouldn’t have affected the outcome of your day anyway.

Take a load off.
Relax.
Decompress.

Sighing.
Yep.

We love to see it

Daily Elder God Wisdom ;

“ Reality is a constant flow of changing states of perception , this creates a collective consensus about how the world ‘ should be ‘ , meaning the laws of physics are only a matter of believe just as religion is.

So what do you believe ? “

Living is Spite

“ You hu— Guardsmen are so cute. “

She chuckled. An arm holding her to the wall of the trench to either side of her head — this woman — whoever she was , whatever she was , stood nearly twice as tall as the guardsman.

Something —

— they couldn’t tell what or who but something ; was ringing a bell over inside of a nearby dark alleyway. Just as the night sky above struck with a flash of lightning. Seconds before a downpour began.

“ Ding Ding ! Heheh—ahh ~ “

They grew closer . . Closer still . . A gap suddenly and steadily closing before she found herself pinned against her trench wall

"You want to date me?"

There it was again , as the two women locked eyes

“ Sebian lexxxx “

“ Hm ? “

“ Sebian Lex “

Who said that ?!

Cue the instant brain hemorrhage from being inside its mind for but a moment.

Huh ?//