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Hi! Do you still have the link for “Honey don’t”? Would you shared it? Thx

Hey, lovely! Yes, I do!

Honey, don't!

Please after you watched tell me your opinion!

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https://www.tumblr.com/claramelooo/791359093312995328/loving-twice?source=share

Wanda is so mean and insufferable. I love this cocky bitch so much. Natasha is so calm and collected. I love this dear woman so much too. My prayers are with the reader 🙏🏻

Natasha will be a big deal as well... I'm still in doubt in how I should write her, but I guess I choose the right path. She's calm, she's the disciplinary one, she likes to teach and to say how you should to act; while Wanda likes to break, Natasha was made to heal and put a bandaid over your bruises...

I dunno, but I think they will work together, don't you think? Hahaha 😂

Always good to remember that our first chapter will be released on 4th September ♥️

See y'all there 😘

[claramelooo]

I can feel Wanda's mean!mommy energy radiating from this prologue alone. R is going to have a hard time lmao (but I'm sure it'll be worth it 🫣)

She does, doesn't she???!

I mean, I am still afraid of what you guys will think about my mean Wanda, but like... She's a fucking bad guy. If she were me, she wouldn't care about what ordinary human like you would think about her, wouldn't she?

Anyway, she's a total Bully and I hope you be prepared for her until 4th September ♥️

See y'all there! 😘

[claramelooo]

Eai, tudo bem? Sinto que eu não te vejo no meu feed a uma semana kkkkkkk. Eu espero que esteja tudo bem, ou minimamente tranquilo. Se cuida, beba água, e caso queira compartilhar o que tem feito esses dias eu adoraria ouvir 🙃.

Olá, Snoopy!

Estou bem, obrigada por perguntar, querida! Espero que você também esteja ❤️

De fato, eu tenho estado ocupada com outros projetos. Pretendo trocar de faculdade esse ano (UERJ, não sei se conhece) então o processo para os estudos para os testes tem sido árduo e diferente, já que a UERJ tem um vestibular próprio, diferente do ENEM. Sem contar a escrita que também fui obrigada a diminuir o ritmo, infelizmente, agora que minha psicóloga me prescreveu um diário.

E escrever sobre mim é difícil e demanda tempo. Não sei se isso ocorre com você também kkkkkkkkkka

Enfim, mas sobre as fics, estou escrevendo as duas ao mesmo tempo (Loving Twice e Devil) e como são duas fanfics com um enredo muito pesado, envolvendo religião e magia, tem sido difícil, viu? Kkkkkk mas nada com que eu não possa lidar. E seguindo o conselho da minha psicóloga, vou diminuir o ritmo e postar uma vez ao mês (óbvio, posso sempre postar os Sneaky Peeks pra vocês e dar algumas dicas).

Espero que isso não façam vocês gostarem menos de mim.

Será que vão ter gringos pra traduzir os posts e ler todo esse monólogo em português? Se sim, me diga!

Obrigada por escrever, querida! Adorei te ver aqui novamente! Não suma, e me escreva mais, quando puder.

Um xêro! ♥️

[claramelooo]

MOMMY IS THAT YOU????

LOLLLL i couldnt believe my eyes when they zeroed IN and i was like, CLARA????

Hey, bbgurl!!

Of course it's me!! Mommy here also loves to be fed with good fics 😆🙏 and since I left kuddos this fanfic must be very good! Lol 😂

Luv you, hon!

[claramelooo]

pls, spoil the heck out of the of honey dontt! it wont premiere in my country, and i really need to know what happens in it

Hey, baby! I can't do it, but I can give you the link I used to watched the film. Here, in Brazil, Honey Don't! Just will premiere on October. So... I couldn't wait!! Hahaha

So, if you want to watch the movie text me!

Xoxo 💋

[claramelooo]

The movie is fun. Great script ideas and I just LOVED Chris Evans in this role. The guy is hilarious! Seriously! One kinda bad thing is that, with all the marketing success inside the sapphic community, we end up watching the movie less for the mystery in the plot. But watching Aubrey and Margaret together makes up for it, you can feel the chemistry from miles away. I saw the sex scene and went KAKAJASHSQKWNDEIWOQLSNDBEIWKSKSN it's important to say: If you're going to watch, don't wait a romance, huh. But I still think that if the director had been a woman, the relationship could’ve been explored way, way beyond the sexual (cuz we’re filthy, sure, but we’re also romantic. Or am I wrong?). As for the ending, a bit disappointing, but not surprising, right? Rating in my Letterboxd: 3/5 in the BRG genre (Blondes, rivalry, gay subtext).

See y'all!! 😘♥️

I'm watching Honey Don't! Let's see if it's good or just good marketing...

[claramelooo]

I'm watching Honey Don't! Let's see if it's good or just good marketing...

[claramelooo]

What if I tell we'll have this scene in Loving Twice?

ELIZABETH OLSEN AS WANDA MAXIMOFF — DOCTOR STRANGE IN THE MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS // (2022)

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Loving Twice

Because my anon box message are so full with your messages, mommy gave up to the pressure! LMAO 🤣

I'm calling the Woven Fates' reader of "girl", or "offering".

Answering questions: " Clara, do I need to read Woven Fates to read Loving Twice?" Of course not! You can read it! But it is preferable yes! To understand the deepness in the story, okay?

Mostly because I don't know if you are ready to how much unbearable Wanda Maximoff is in this series lol 😂

MINORS MUST NOT INTERACT

Warnings: +18, sex, magic, powers, witches, reincarnation, tsundere Wanda Maximoff, body shaming, possession, obsession, mommy kink, straps on, power dinamics, dubcon, manipulation, reader top from the bottom sometimes, enemy to lovers, dark fiction, plot twist and other things...

Pairing: Actress! Wanda Maximoff x Agent! Natasha Romanoff x Fem Reader

Summary: Wanda's life without her powers.

Previously, on Woven Fates…

The moment her heels touched the red carpet, Wanda Maximoff did what she did best—she shone. The screams of fans, the clamor of those second-rate MTV reporters—Wanda thrived on it. 

She loved the attention.

And it was the lack of it that had made her fall.

She hated the girl. Her sisters were bewitched—it was laughable how foolish they were. The woman didn’t understand, and frankly, she didn’t want to.

The redhead spotted her target entering the restroom and wasted no time.

“Well, well, well… I see Agatha picked a decent dress for you this time.” She stepped inside to find the girl gripping the sink with both hands.

She watched her back go rigid. Saw her fists tighten with determination—and hatred.

“I picked it.”

The reply was dry, direct, and Wanda narrowed her eyes. Bold, huh?

The girl turned slowly, her fingers still damp, bracing herself against the white marble sink. Wanda leaned casually against the wall by the door, arms crossed, a glass in her hand, her eyes the deep, dangerous red of fresh blood.

“You picked it?” Wanda smiled, but it wasn’t kind. “And you think that makes you… one of them?”

The point was to frighten her.

If she couldn’t kill the girl herself, Wanda would make her life hell.

“I don’t think. I know.”

That was different. Wanda’s brow arched, a flicker of intrigue breaking through. She secretly enjoyed when someone dared to push back—especially a child like her. She took an elegant sip of champagne.

“Mm. And how is it, being their little doll?” She stepped forward slowly, her heels echoing across the tiled floor like hammer blows against her self-control. “You sure you can handle it, little girl?”

She tried again. Truth be told, Wanda was running out of patience—because the girl still didn’t yield.

“They shaped me,” the girl said, lowering her voice as though speaking a forbidden prayer. “But I’m no doll. I’m fire. I’m relic. I’m the curse they chose to love.”

Wanda stopped just inches away, her heart now pounding in her chest. This little brat was pushing it.

“You talk pretty for someone who still trembles when she sees me.”

The girl only smiled wider, sparking a flash of desperation inside the actress. That childish sting of defeat—the one she’d felt the day the women had taken her—was still there.

Wanda refused to lose again.

“I only tremble because I feel too much. Not because I fear you.”

The redhead narrowed her eyes, as if trying to read between the lines of your soul. In truth, she was trying to read her mind, to break into her heart.

But the girl was no longer an open book—she belonged to Agatha and Rio now. Their hearts were one. Damn curse!

Wanda leaned in, her face close to hers.

“They’ll hurt you. You think you’re special? You’re not. And when they leave, it’ll hurt so much.”

It was her last chance. Her final move, her only opening to win.

But the kid’s stance changed. She straightened her spine, filling the space with presence. The corner of her mouth lifted in a smile that made her dangerously attractive, even to Wanda.

“If it hurts, I’ll love the pain. But you, Wanda… you’ll love it twice as much. And then, you’ll understand me.”

The silence fell like a thunderclap.

Wanda’s expression hardened for a second. The mocking smile on her lips died, turning into something heavier. The offering did not give the woman time to respond—and perhaps no reply that would matter. When the girl left, leaving the actress behind, Wanda let out a painful, disbelieving laugh.

That girl… that thing Agatha and Rio had dragged out of some back alley… had just cursed her.

And now, knowing the girl held the power to return her powers—or not—her rage only deepened. Wanda didn’t even process the meaning of those words; she just stood frozen, trying to grasp what had just happened.

That she had lost.

That she was alone.

Before she even noticed, stubborn tears had slipped down her cheeks, making her frown as her heartbeat hammered in her chest. Her slender frame shook relentlessly, her throat tangled in barbed wire.

And without thinking, her legs gave out. Her hands clung to the sink as if it could keep her standing. She was wrecked.

“Hey, are you okay?”

The deep, feminine voice from the doorway made Wanda swipe at the stubborn tears on her face. She tried to straighten, but still weak, she swayed.

Hands caught her in place. A steady, firm, and dominant. It made her frown. Something about this woman was warm yet commanding. It was an embrace both demanding and orderly, almost military.

And her clothes didn’t smell of cheap perfume, like the staff’s.

It made Wanda glance upward, risking a look.

A woman. Her expression serious, almost unreadable, but the tight line of her lips betrayed her own tension. Her hair, caught between copper and gold, looked painted by the gods’ hesitation.

Swallowing hard, Wanda shoved the redhead back, making her hit the door of one of the restroom stalls.

“Don’t touch me. I’m perfectly fine.”

And she walked out, leaving Natasha puzzled in her wake.

The redhead had felt the tension too—but there was more. As a former soldier, Natasha was an expert in reading body language. She could tell: there was fragility, hatred, and loneliness.

A lot of it.

Romanoff understood that. The kind of loneliness that stayed even when you were surrounded by people. She understood it—and still, knowing all that, she wanted to look into the green eyes of that woman.

[...]

Wanda sat in the waiting room of her trusted dermatologist, studying her skin in a small mirror. There were so many marks of age… She was desperate.

“Ugh. Fifth time this month…” she muttered to herself, gently pinching her skin as if she could pull it back to perfection.

Since losing her powers, Wanda had lost her vitality and youth. This was the fifth time she’d found a wrinkle and paid to erase it.

The receptionist gave her a kind smile, calling her by name. Wanda responded with a distracted nod, as if her mere presence there was some grand favor to the world.

As she walked down the sterile hallway, she thought about how much she hated this feeling… normalcy. The fatigue in her skin, the weight in her bones. The hours slipping by with no way to stop them.

“Star Maximoff, ready for another miracle of modern medicine?” The dermatologist teased, already pulling on his gloves.

Wanda lifted her chin, draping her suede coat over the chair beside her.

“Do your best, Ray. But knew I’ve seen magic far more effective.”

He laughed, not realizing how literal she was being. But it didn’t matter. Nothing did—nothing but herself. Her looks. Her perfection for the industry.

That’s why, when her agent called to inform her that scandals were now tied to her name, Wanda panicked. Oh, perfect! Just what she needed! Something had to be done. And when her PR team assigned none other than Natasha Romanoff as her personal security… Oh, God.

“What kind of measure is that?” She yelled, throwing the contract papers onto her publicist’s desk.

“It’s just for safety; they’re accusing you, Wanda. It’d be too easy for some lunatic to come after you.”

Shit.

She didn’t want to admit it, but now, without her powers and with her five hundred and fifty years creeping up on her, Wanda knew it wasn’t the time to make demands.

The actress looked Natasha up and down, sizing her up. The woman’s style was tedious. Combat boots to guard one of the most famous stars in Hollywood? 

Pathetic.

“You’d better change your shoes and do your job properly, understood?”

Romanoff only nodded. No flash of anger, no retort. The woman was like a locked door—expressionless and unreadable.

And that only fueled Hollywood’s not-at-all-egocentric darling. Wanda hated her. Every time she tried to get under Natasha’s skin with filthy little jabs, the woman answered with nothing but indifference. It was like watching a spoiled child throw a tantrum and get ignored.

But then it happened, during one of Wanda’s rare lapses of guilt, when she drank and cried to the sound of Cigarettes After Sex. God, she was a monster, wasn’t she? She hadn’t forgotten what she’d done to her sisters. She missed them—missed them—so much.

By the sixth glass of whiskey, a hand stopped her from pouring another.

“You should stop. You have an important meeting tomorrow.”

Hearing that voice, she rolled her eyes.

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself, huh?”

It was a provocation—obvious. But within seconds, Natasha’s face went red, like a pepper. She was embarrassed. Mostly because Wanda was in a very short, sheer slip that left her hardened nipples straining against the thin fabric.

The actress frowned, genuinely confused. Until she realized…

“Hey,” she called, forcing Natasha’s eyes back to her. “You actually want to fuck, don’t you?”

Natasha’s body trembled. Fuck. She did. God knew how hard it was to watch that complicated woman smile for cameras so politely, only to come home a disorganized, furious storm.

Natasha had spent her life fixing broken things.

Now she wanted to do it with Wanda.

That night, they fucked. Hard, brutal, visceral. They were the missing pieces they hadn’t known they needed. Both of them were fire. It was chaos, but it was exactly what they craved: the heat, the bites, the desperate moans.

They kept it going, of course, in secret. Always finding each other in some corner when Wanda was tired of pretending to be good. It was even… fun, Wanda could admit.

Until a stack of papers landed on the table during a meeting.

A new movie.

With Agatha Harkness?

Oh, please! Wasn’t that bitch tired of torturing her?

“I don’t want it.” Wanda pushed the contract away like she was rejecting a salad.

Her publicist took a deep breath, praying for patience with the woman who behaved more like a child.

“Wanda,” she began bluntly. “You need this. We need to clean your image, sweetheart.”

The actress huffed in annoyance, while behind her, Natasha hid a small smirk. It was a secret, but the woman loved seeing this side of her. Wanda was authentic, and funny.

“Fine,” Wanda agreed, snatching the papers back. “Urgh, why is Agatha so obsessed with lesbians in her movies?” she complained, skimming the script. “Anyway, who’s my co-star?”

The assistant sighed, slipping on her glasses and scanning the page for the name. As soon as the manager read it aloud, Wanda protested:

“And who the hell is that? Never heard of her.”

“She’s a newcomer. Worked on independent projects.” The manager replied, repeating what he’d been told.

“Oh, sure. By ‘independent’ you mean she’s unemployed,” Wanda sneered. “Agatha always does this,” she complained again. Her sister had always given chances to rising stars, that was true. Maybe it could work… “I hope it’s worth it. Natasha. Let’s go.”

She tossed the papers into her bodyguard’s lap, earning only a small, quiet smile in return. Inside the elevator, Wanda let out a low sigh, still feeling uneasy.

“Great. Another generic name. Not even good enough for a catchy headline.”

“Be patient, Wanda. Apparently, she’s just a girl. She’s new and—”

Wanda made sure to cut off Natasha’s little moral speech.

“And I hate rookies.”

And just like that, Romanoff went silent. She knew Wanda wasn’t truly like that—she’d seen it countless times during her military career.

Natasha was curious to see what would happen the first time Wanda met the rookie.

Because she loves to watch.

~*~

Again, prologue it's ready mommy wanted let you excited with that LMAO!

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[claramelooo]

Exactly, buddy! I'm fucking freaking out here!

Holy Fuck. Like, holy fuck fuck fuck.

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After I saw that sneaky peek I became a wild animal !!!! 😩😩😩😩

YEAH IM NOT OKAY!

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DEVIL

When I was kid—at my Wattpad years lol—I read a fic with these themes, and I don't know why watching Aubrey playing in AAA awaken this monster inside of me lol

I'll let the prologue here for my babies calm down a little lol! My anon box are full of messages! I love that! You're a turning your mommy on!!!

Actually I don't know when I'll post the chapters since it's so soon I'm writing this!

Anyway, feel a little taste of what is coming! 😜

MINORS MUST NOT INTERACT

Warnings: +18, power dinamics, bottom/top, demons, sins, corruption kink, christian guilty, dark fiction, dubcon, manipulation, master/slave, dom/sub, sex, BDSM, strap, espiritual powers?, tribadism, anal, fantasy, angst, fluffy and other things...

Pairing: Lady Devil! Rio Vidal x Fem Reader

Summary: the angel's fell

Prologue

“How did you fall from the heavens? Morning star! Daughter of the dawn!” 

“No longer the favorite child!”

“You will shine no more!”

Her siblings' taunts echoed in her mind as she plunged through the clouds. Darkness consumed her as she fell past the stars toward the earth. The air slashed, the wind roared so violently that her eardrums burst. Dawn was breaking on the horizon, she would die before she could see the skies again.

“You, my brightest star, my favorite one. How could you disappoint me like this?”

The Father’s voice was the hardest to bear. Rio closed her eyes, embracing the end—the death of light, of life.

“You were meant to bring light to the world, to inspire my creations, not corrupt them with your jealousy. Now it is your duty to rule over the corrupted who will follow you.”

The earth rose up to meet her, and she did the only thing she had left—embraced the pain. Her angelic heart shattered the moment her body collided with the ground. Everything went dark. Then, she felt herself again. Every muscle, every bone, every atom in her body screamed in agony.

Grace was gone.

It felt like a millennium had passed before she realized she was lying on the cracked, hardened ground. Her body ached, but the worst pain ran across her back. Still, Rio was grateful not to see them.

Two wounds now marked the place where white wings had once been. She let out a guttural cry as she stretched to grasp a single feather drifting near her, placing it carefully into her tunic. It was just a feather. But to Rio, it was a piece of heaven, a piece of home. If she didn’t hold on to it, she felt she might die of sorrow.

With great effort, she lifted her head. Hearing birds singing in harmony. Beyond the desolate field where she’d landed, a lush green Eden stretched out before her, teeming with beautiful animals and flowers.

Rage flooded her chest, giving her a new kind of strength. Somewhere within that Eden were the Father’s favorite beings… humans. Such a dull word for such painfully dull creatures. Nothing like the angels. But Rio was no longer an angel.

She was fallen. A wingless being, a graceless soul.

What was she now?

Rio didn’t know who she was anymore. But there was no time to reflect. She forced her way through the underbrush toward the garden ahead.

At the center of the paradise, one tree stood out. Red apples hung heavy from its branches, ripe and fragrant. The Father had spoken of this tree—the one that held the knowledge of ages. And humans had free will, something angels could never even dream of.

What if, just maybe, they failed to keep the promise of staying away from that tree… Rio would have her revenge. She would watch the Father’s chosen fall into utter disgrace.

Hours of pain later, a crooked smile crept onto the once-perfect lips of the angel. She could already see it—humanity breaking under its own weakness. Bringing down the humans, one by one, would shatter the Father's heart… Just as He had shattered hers.

The wind howled. Now, all her feathers were gone. She was glad she'd kept one in her pocket. Paradise was lost, and Rio would make damn sure those cursed humans never reached it either.

[...]

The Three Stakes Coven was a den of corruption, a haven for sin and scandal. Hearts were broken there, dreams destroyed, dark fantasies fulfilled.

And it was the closest thing to home that Rio Vidal had.

She was in the VIP lounge overlooking the dancers below, slowly sipping cognac, savoring the dark, sharp burn of it.

It had been centuries since she’d mourned what happened. Rio had become a different kind of demon than the Father ever imagined. She no longer spent her days lingering at the edge of the Abyss, staring into darkness. She became Rio Vidal. With what little power she had left, she built a world to suit her own desires—The Three Stakes Coven, a nightclub in the heart of Chicago.

She only returned to the dark for one purpose: duty. The gates of hell needed guarding, or else corrupted souls would flood the world.

That wasn’t what she wanted.

Contrary to popular belief, Rio liked the human realm just the way it was.

A woman near the staircase flashed her a muted smile, an open invitation. Rio raised her glass in silent greeting but wasn’t interested. Her mind drifted elsewhere. Uncomfortable thoughts, uncharacteristic for her, were rattling the bars of her emotional cage that night.

She wished hell could take care of itself. She was tired. That damned place didn’t need her to keep suffering, not all the time, and that, in itself, was a relief. Still, she couldn’t completely ignore the work. Tracking down lost demons wandering into mortal paths… and destroyed them. This brought her no joy

Rio preferred the mortal realm, watching humans make the kind of decisions that led them into sin. She loved the secret language of hidden smiles, of lingering glances, of forbidden hands exploring under the weight of dark desire.

Rio craved corruption, not evil.

“Rio.” The deep, familiar voice pulled her out of her thoughts. She was still in her private suite, exclusive enough to lead straight to her office.

From her vantage point, she could see the club below, a blur of drunken bodies moving in chaotic rhythm.

“Yes?” She turned away from the strobed haze and faced Vision, one of her fellow fallen angels.

He had glacier-blue eyes and golden hair. Once, they’d been siblings in the luminous city of clouds. Now, they were bound to the dark.

“You asked me to bring the list of this month’s crossroad deals.”

He walked toward her, hand extended as if to shake. Rio placed her hand in his and her mind was immediately flooded with sorrow.

A hundred souls, a hundred bargains struck. Some made in anger; others in greed; others in the pursuit of power.

Predictable and disappointing.

She pulled her hand away and rubbed her temples. Vision took the seat across from her and stayed silent for a while.

She wasn’t pleased.

There was a nauseating emptiness growing inside her, and she couldn’t shake it. It wasn’t unusual for Rio to feel nothing, but lately, it felt worse.

“Rio… you seem unsatisfied.”

She almost denied it. But Rio never lied. The Devil speaks truth. They painted her a liar, but it wasn’t her doing—they lied to each other in her name.

“I am unsatisfied.” She admitted.

Ever since she was cast out of Heaven, Rio had been restless, furious.That fury had dulled over the years she spent trapped in hell. One suggestion here, one nudge there, and mortals would fall so easily.

Rio longed for a challenge.

The gates of hell needed pure souls to be corrupted to stay strong.The more souls she dragged down, the more power kept the demons locked in place. In a twisted way, the corruption of a few protected the lives of millions.

And it had been far too long since she’d targeted the pure.

The gates were starting to weaken.

Time for a challenge, when Hell itself needed a recession-proof strategy.

“Aren’t there any good, incorruptible souls left?” she murmured.“The gates are weakening. I can feel it.”

“There must be. Shall I find one for you?” Vision’s tone was sincere. “I care about the gates too. It’s been a long time since we last hunted for pure souls.”

Rio crossed her arms.

She hadn’t expected him to offer. She was just… thinking aloud. But he was a soldier. Loyal and smart. If anyone could find a soul to test her limits, it was Vision.

She eyed him with caution. The inner tug-of-war between want and need echoed loud.

“Find me a pure soul. One that will truly challenge me. If we want to keep the gates safe, I need work.”

“Understood.” With a whisper, Vision vanished, dissolving into smoke and shadows.

Rio stood in her heels and made her way into her office, sinking into the black leather chair. She lit a cigarette, inhaling slowly. She let the nicotine calm her nerves before exhaling the smoke into the stale air.

She needed to focus.

Vision would find her the perfect soul to corrupt, and that would give her hollow, aimless life some purpose again.

Lady Devil was ready to return to the game.

~*~

Well, well... you tell me

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[claramelooo]

Oh, Mrs. Rio Vidal I think you'll be the next one 😩🫦

Oh, check me out!

[claramelooo]

i saw you updated your masterlist and i have to say the "devil" fic had me interested. are we looking into those kinds of corruption fics with religiosity involved? because those are always so good and super hot 😩

Hey, baby! I really did! Hahaha well, yeah! The lady death will be the lady devil 😈😉 the fic super will have corruption and religiosity. Christians! Think twice before thinking in read this lol! 😂 I just want the heretics with me 😂

I'm kidding

Or not...

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Stumbled across a post of yours and squinted at the username bc it was familiar, then I clicked on your blog and sat bolt upright when I saw Velvet Chains 😂

It’s one of the two fics responsible for dragging me back to the MCU and specifically Wanda so thanks for writing it. My brain chemistry will never be the same 👌😌✨

Hey, baby! Finally having a time to respond you 😆

I'm sooooo happy to read that!!!!! Omg I'm in ecstasy! I'm feeling now like a innocent souls corruptor 😂😂 I'm glad your brain chemistry are changed forever

[claramelooo]

Olá, então... Kkkkkkk

Eu te conheci e comecei a te acompanhar pela história Velvet Chains, ainda não terminei ela porque eu gosto de ler com calma sua história, sua escrita é mágica, eu juro, você escreve muito e gosto de me entregar mesmo lendo as histórias, você faz eu me sentir lá. E eu estou aqui para mandar essa mensagem para você, que eu tava para mandar a um tempinho, confesso que eu tava com vergonha, mas eu queria deixar o meu obrigada por compartilhar com a gente sua escrita e falar que é bem legal saber que tem alguém do RJ por aqui.

Oi!! Finalmente um anon em português! Hahaha 😂

Fico muito feliz com repercussão que tem Velvet Chains, embora eu ache que não foi um trabalho tão bom assim... Kkkkkkkk

Obrigada pelo elogio!! Fico imensamente feliz!!! Por favor, escreva mais! E não me diga que você também é carioca??? Jesus, daqui a pouco tô marcando pra encontrar com vocês kkkkkk ❤️