𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝_𝙸𝚗_𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕤
@eldritchsmile.bsky.social
"I've been,
shall we say,
s̵t̶a̶r̴v̶i̷n̴g̴ for company."
MDNI - Mun1995 - She/They - 🪦🕊
|| 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 Read Pinned Before Interaction! ||
Ma Âme -🐇:
@boston-basher.bsky.social
Ma Chérie -🦌:
@blissfuldoe.bsky.social
shall we say,
s̵t̶a̶r̴v̶i̷n̴g̴ for company."
MDNI - Mun1995 - She/They - 🪦🕊
|| 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 Read Pinned Before Interaction! ||
Ma Âme -🐇:
@boston-basher.bsky.social
Ma Chérie -🦌:
@blissfuldoe.bsky.social
October 23, 2025 at 6:10 AM
October 23, 2025 at 6:10 AM
October 23, 2025 at 6:10 AM
Note: Shipping requires BOTH mun and muse to be AT LEAST 25.
This is for my comfort.
This is for my comfort.
October 23, 2025 at 6:08 AM
Note: Shipping requires BOTH mun and muse to be AT LEAST 25.
This is for my comfort.
This is for my comfort.
Alastor DuBois
Age At Death: 39
Birthday: October 29th, 1893
Death day: October 13th, 1933
He/Him
Semi-Sex Repulsed Asexual, Demiromantic, Fem Lean
✦ Not easily shipped with/ HEAVY chem required ✦
Age At Death: 39
Birthday: October 29th, 1893
Death day: October 13th, 1933
He/Him
Semi-Sex Repulsed Asexual, Demiromantic, Fem Lean
✦ Not easily shipped with/ HEAVY chem required ✦
a cartoon character with red hair and red eyes is standing next to a vase of leaves
ALT: a cartoon character with red hair and red eyes is standing next to a vase of leaves
media.tenor.com
October 23, 2025 at 6:06 AM
Alastor DuBois
Age At Death: 39
Birthday: October 29th, 1893
Death day: October 13th, 1933
He/Him
Semi-Sex Repulsed Asexual, Demiromantic, Fem Lean
✦ Not easily shipped with/ HEAVY chem required ✦
Age At Death: 39
Birthday: October 29th, 1893
Death day: October 13th, 1933
He/Him
Semi-Sex Repulsed Asexual, Demiromantic, Fem Lean
✦ Not easily shipped with/ HEAVY chem required ✦
// tech we're doing that in the discord rp!
I just feel like I wrote Al a lot differently now from a year ago
I just feel like I wrote Al a lot differently now from a year ago
July 8, 2025 at 4:57 AM
// tech we're doing that in the discord rp!
I just feel like I wrote Al a lot differently now from a year ago
I just feel like I wrote Al a lot differently now from a year ago
// I stay out of the loop a lot because I only interact with a small group of people in the fandom.
May 17, 2025 at 6:00 PM
// I stay out of the loop a lot because I only interact with a small group of people in the fandom.
// Wait. What happened?
May 17, 2025 at 5:47 PM
// Wait. What happened?
And to her right, the shadow stood against the wall, the thumbs on its hands were interlocked, while its fingers were spread out, mimicking a shadow puppet of a bird.
Which... was a little redundant, considering it was a shadow.
Which... was a little redundant, considering it was a shadow.
March 13, 2025 at 1:01 AM
And to her right, the shadow stood against the wall, the thumbs on its hands were interlocked, while its fingers were spread out, mimicking a shadow puppet of a bird.
Which... was a little redundant, considering it was a shadow.
Which... was a little redundant, considering it was a shadow.
While Alastor was busy mulling over what topic to introduce, it seemed his personal shadow had taken an interest with Angel.
The slightest little click of a pebble hit the table in front of her. The stone was primarily blue with misty white streaks across it. A beautiful fragment of larimar.
[...]
The slightest little click of a pebble hit the table in front of her. The stone was primarily blue with misty white streaks across it. A beautiful fragment of larimar.
[...]
March 13, 2025 at 1:01 AM
While Alastor was busy mulling over what topic to introduce, it seemed his personal shadow had taken an interest with Angel.
The slightest little click of a pebble hit the table in front of her. The stone was primarily blue with misty white streaks across it. A beautiful fragment of larimar.
[...]
The slightest little click of a pebble hit the table in front of her. The stone was primarily blue with misty white streaks across it. A beautiful fragment of larimar.
[...]
trying to recall what else, if anything, he remembered about the spider. Surely there was better conversation than something that was going to continuously loop back to her day with that repugnant miscreant she called a boss.
Or whatever their relationship was.
[...]
Or whatever their relationship was.
[...]
March 13, 2025 at 1:01 AM
trying to recall what else, if anything, he remembered about the spider. Surely there was better conversation than something that was going to continuously loop back to her day with that repugnant miscreant she called a boss.
Or whatever their relationship was.
[...]
Or whatever their relationship was.
[...]
Society was far too sexually charged for his tastes. And it had only gotten worse the more public those desires became.
An astringently bitter taste draped over his tongue at the thought. And then his mind was elsewhere-
[...]
An astringently bitter taste draped over his tongue at the thought. And then his mind was elsewhere-
[...]
March 13, 2025 at 1:01 AM
Society was far too sexually charged for his tastes. And it had only gotten worse the more public those desires became.
An astringently bitter taste draped over his tongue at the thought. And then his mind was elsewhere-
[...]
An astringently bitter taste draped over his tongue at the thought. And then his mind was elsewhere-
[...]
She would probably think him silly if she knew he kept those, or, perhaps she did know. He was a secret hopeless romantic, after all. And he'd never been able to hide much from her.
When he could spare a moment, he would return the gesture and write her a billet-doux.
When he could spare a moment, he would return the gesture and write her a billet-doux.
March 13, 2025 at 12:39 AM
She would probably think him silly if she knew he kept those, or, perhaps she did know. He was a secret hopeless romantic, after all. And he'd never been able to hide much from her.
When he could spare a moment, he would return the gesture and write her a billet-doux.
When he could spare a moment, he would return the gesture and write her a billet-doux.