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fellow floridians please stay safe. if you couldn't evacuate; hunker down!! do not leave for nothing or no body. keep your interior doors closed to support the structure of your house and do NOT crack any windows to try and "depressurize". try to stay out of the water to avoid debris and gators, and especially if the power is on STAY OUT.

everywhere i grew up is going to be underwater, this is insanity. idk abt y'all but i'm tired of living through historical events 😭

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TELL EM MEGAN 🗣️🗣️

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back from my artist block slumber for something serious- the "drama" in the community right now is disrespectful; to falsely accused celebrities, to people who've gone through these things, and most of all to the VICTIMS. real people have suffered this is not all about kpop.

here are the FACTS: taeil from NCT was reported to police in june of this year for sexual crimes. he continued to do scheduled work and his company was reportedly unaware until august. investigations began on august 28th, this same day he was kicked out of the group. he has been booked and is reportedly complying with police. the accuser is ONE ADULT FEMALE who remains ANONYMOUS. the exact nature of the crimes hasn't been confirmed. all twitter, insta, ect accounts should not be blindly labeled as real. nth room WAS a chat room where videos of underaged girls were shared. all nth room lists are FAKE, but the crimes that took place are very much real. the nth room case happened years ago and the creators of the chat have long been arrested. people posting lists are either ignorant to this or using this for a sick form of entertainment.

you should always believe the victim. it takes courage to face your abuser, and i imagine it takes even more when they are famous. she has nothing to gain from this, as she remains anonymous. she deserves justice, and children who were exploited on nth room deserve respect.

even if a report turns out to be false, i would rather have been on the side of a liar than a monster.

as a survivor myself, it's disgusting to see people make jokes about this and spread false information just for a few likes.

만약 당신이 이것을 본다면, 내가 당신을 믿는다는 것을 알아주세요. 당신은 매우 강하고 용감합니다. 정의가 실현되기를 바랍니다. 나는 당신이 평화를 찾기를 바랍니다.

be good people y'all

-⭐️

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silly edit i made of my bunbun while in little space : fast as heck boii 🐇💨

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Hope you’re doing well especially with the personal matters that are going on in your life! Hope you feel better and I hope things calm down for you sooner rather than later! 🖤 happy to see you back though!

I’ve been thinking more and more about how Siren!San would be as a mate (if you don’t feel like writing this that’s totally fine! 🖤🖤🖤)

Being Siren!San's Mate

❥Siren Choi San x gn reader

➯a/n: thank you 🫶🫶 i hope my little ramblings of being siren sans mate are enjoyable !

▼・ᴥ・▼ (✯◡✯)genre: headcanons, fantasy

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: mentions of kidnapping, fantasy body transformations, fated soulmates, not proof read

⁂perm taglist: @stvrfir3 @tunaasan @marievllr-abg

Sannie canonically has blonde hair in Shells, and I don't know if I've mentioned his tail color but I think it would be a pale pink. That in mind, he's a shallow water siren as apposed to a deeper water siren, because he blends in better. (Unlike Hongjoong with red hair and fluctuating tail color, who blends in with the darker waters)

That most likely is the way he meets his mate, and not a wreck or attack. Just his mate swimming a few miles off shore and he catches a whiff and then they're gone *poof*

San, in any universe, shape, or form, is a family man so he's like an excited puppy: swims around in circles at the pool entrance of his den until his mate wakes up.

When his mate wakes up and is inevitably like YO WTF DAWG, he's calm and collected even though his heart is about to jump out of his chest. He won't crowd his mate *cough cough hongjoong* because he's deathly afraid of sending them into shock from his mark.

That being said, he's still incredibly clingy-

Angel in Shells is a lucky woman 🙏(besides the kidnapped and turned into a siren part) because let me tell you Siren!San is not letting a single hair on his mates body be hurt or even uncomfortable.

Too cold? Boom- fire. Too hot? Boom- cooling lotion. Sad? He'll sing a song! Angry? Well that's okay, you can hit his chest and cry until you tire yourself out.

That's par for the course for most sirens with their human mate I think, but San takes it seriously. He'd slap a fish if it looked at you the wrong way and yell at seaweed that spooked you on your first trip into the water. (ex. not wanting Angel to touch Joongs mate because he doesn't want her to get sick, and comforting her)

He's a lot more in tune with his emotions than you'd think, he knows it's 'okay' to be exited but he also knows that you're going through a huge shock and so he lets out his excitement by talking to you. Whether you listen or not, it really doesn't matter.

And it also doesn't matter what he's talking about- though he makes it a point to avoid talking about things that make your heart beat irregular. He sticks to tame things at first, like the tribe and how they work and his own family and his favorite spots to sunbathe just under the surface of the water (promising to take you to all of them).

He tells his mate what's to come, unlike Hongjoong who dropped his moms lore and then shut that shit down 😭

Once you start transforming, he's nearly suffocating with watching your process in pure awe.

The first time he sees his mates tail?? He's thanking the Huntress for every little moment that lead him here.

If it matches his like some mates do, whew boy prepare to be smooched to death. (Prepare to be smooched to death either way actually)

The first time you go hunting together, his cheeks are sore from all the smiling he's doing, he wants to teach you anything and everything there is- and he will in due time.

One little detail I think really fits Siren!San is that every night before bed, even when he slept on the floor in those first few weeks to give you the comfort of his nest, he'd blow on your wrist to see his signature appear- ecstatic every time knowing that you were fated for him.

The first night you do it back, both of your scales turning pink when your name mimics his, he nearly dies of pure bliss.

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this rambling is brought to you by adderall and a long car ride ™️ if i was gonna spend time with ateez just like casually this is what i'd want to do- 'star what started this ?' asked nobody but i'll tell anyways :

the song hoochie mama started playing and

MINGI, i am introducing that man to Hoochie Mama and Scrub Da Ground, we will be shmoking and making tiktok's that will never see the light of day until we wear ourselves out and pass out on the floor with a gerbil we somehow acquired

YUNHO, teach me how to play games that aren't plants vs zombies and super mario bros please and thx i'll give you a shoulder rub in return 🙏 he can play on my nintendo DS while i snuggle in his lap omg i just fainted

SEONGHWA, IM PLAYING WITH THIS MANS HAIR. self care and legos. is it predictable ? yeah but it's real asf that's why. i feel like puzzles too, but i would get bored after doing the border and end up koala hugging onto his back while he finished it

YEOSANG my buff fairy boy, i will work out with him no matter what KQ has to say abt it 🙄 i can teach him wrestling moves and nibble on his arms- WOAH WHO SAID THAT OMG

i want to watch classic comedies or cult classics with JONGHO, i had a dream once of watching Little Shop of Horrors with him and it's happening !!! i don't care what y'all say this man has an elite sense of humor and would be cracking jokes until our bellys hurt from laughing

buff fairy boy #2, SAN, he looks so fucking comfy i just wanna face plant into him and stay there fr. cuddles. he can even name one of my plushies 🙂‍↕️ i feel like he would also be good to talk about childhood memories and just reminisce

me and WOOYOUNG in one room would result in chaos no matter what we planned on doing so i'd say just hanging out. my gf says that me and wooyo are very similar and GURL... i won't go into details but we'd be having a sass-off until hongjoong had to break it up and then we'd sass some more cause we liked it 😓 we can cook together and fill the place with our witch laughs

SPEAKING OF HONGJOONG OMG HEY HUUUUUUSBAND LET ME RANT FOR A HOT MIN. he's so kewl i think i would simply just sit and watch him do whatever and be over the moon but more specifically i want to make a short film with him. both of us are very creative and i feel like it would be so much fun even if it was never posted anywhere. and holy shit the amount of times i've imagined listening to Preachers Daughter by Ethel Cain with him and letting him hold me while i cry and then he writes a song about it and we get married and have babies OMG WHO IS SAYING THAAAAAG 😦😦 we can get a home in nebraska at the edge of town and dance with the windows open (ethel cain reference anyone ? she's my favorite artist besides ateez) anywhoooo

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remember to eat (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

be good people ! 💖

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hello peoples, long time no see i'm sorry :( lots of personal stuff has happened and it's a mess, it will be for at least a few more months before things settle down hopefully🤞🏻

anyways, one win for me is that i've gotten back on my medication so i may be able to at least get some writing done in between all of the chaos !!

if you have any small ideas please send them over so i can try and get back in the groove of writing

have good days, be good people 💖

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IF ONE OF THE TEEZERS WAS "LEE" IN "BONES AND ALL" IT WOULD BE WOOYOUNG AND THATS ALL I HAVE TO SAY (i wrote five thousand words about it and can't stop)

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the m in mingi stands for: MY GAWD PLEASE LEMME SMASH 😫 MAMA MIA PUT ME IN A CHOKE HOLD 🙇‍♀️ MY MAN I PROMISE I CAN THROW IT BACK FOR UUUUUU😭

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Reminder; Don't Forget

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❥Park Seonghwa x fem reader

➯a/n: i want park seonghwa to be mean to me while wearing a tank top, that is all ➯a/n: i'm going to start posting drafts that haven't been touched in over a month so they don't just collect dust, enjoy ya filthy animals

✃ "You need a reminder of who's good girl you are."

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(>ᴗ•)♡´･ᴗ･`♡genre: YANDERE SMUT (hinted mafia/crime au)

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: THIS IS A DARK FICTION. EMPHASIS ON DARK FICTION. i do no condone pretty much anything seonghwa does in this fanfic. this is very dark, the darkest i've gone so if you are uncomfortable with that check out something else. we have here: dark/yandere/savior complex hwa, degrading, unsafe physical restraint, choking, destruction of personal property, shaming, dubcon, extremely possessive behavior, some ddlg themes, slapping, praise, yelling, captivity, crying, knifes thrown at reader as a punishment(none hit!!), threats of violence, manipulation, mind break, hair pulling, mention of edging, face humping, throat fucking, messy bj, not proof read

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

"Did you forget your place, hm? It certainly seems like it, acting like a slut when you're mine!" His grip on your neck tightens, a chuckle leaving his furled lips as you grab at his tank top desperately trying to force out apologies through the pressure he puts on your wind pipes. "What, you can't even say that you're sorry? Another's man's number in your phone and you can't tell me you're sorry?"

Oh he's evil, he loves to see you squirm. And squirm you do: pushing against his heavy weight on your hips and clawing at his arm as your lungs beg for air.

He lets go, arms crossing his chest as he leans back nonchalantly, every bit of his weight in your lap as you heave. "Hwa-seong...Hwa, I'm s-sorry! I thought, thought, it'd be okay hes just a f-friend-"

   "You thought," he laughs cruelly, "are you even capable of that? Dumb little girl," he slaps your jaw, lightly, but it still makes you face the wall with a look of defeat.

"I think for you, is that clear?" You nod, tear stained cheeks gleaming in the light.

"Hey, am I clear?" he shouts this time, making you jump.

    "Yes! Yes, Hwa, clear..."

   "There's my good girl—" He brushes back your hair, cooing as you lean away, "you're the prettiest girl I ever laid my eyes on, and you think men don't see that? You think they're blind? Or are you really just that naiive, pretty baby?" His cool finger tips trail down to the blooming bruise on your neck, pressing softly to make you whine. "Give me your phone."

   He's up and off your body in a second flat, letting you catch your breath as you slowly manage to pull yourself to your knees. He doesn't press you to hurry or yell, he doesn't do anything but sit back in the bean bag chair he gifted you for previously good behavior and watch you like a hawk. His legs spread and hands on his knees, resisting the urge to snatch you up. When you turn and see him on the other side of the room, you simply outstretch your arm with the old prepaid phone he provided you with a few weeks ago. "Bring it here," he commands lowly, eyes tracking your every move as you slowly move towards him on your knees- having no energy to stand.

He spreads his legs further, a silent instruction. You slot yourself between them and hold the phone to him tentative, shoulders relaxing as he takes it. "Thank you, beautiful. See, isn't it easy when you listen to me?" He unlocked the phone quickly, eyes flicking to you darkly when you go to take it back. "Got something to hide?" You shake your head, looking down as he takes your hands and places them on each of his thighs. "Don't move."

So you don't, simply breathing deeply to replenish your abused lungs while he combs through your phone with a fine toothed comb. You know you haven't done anything truly wrong, but it seems like he has different definitions to you.

"Good girl..." He whispers to himself as he sees the message of you shooting down the idea your friend tried to corrupt you with, to go out without him. "Stupid, but good..." He continues as he reads through every message with the phone number of the man. He monitors everything you do, it was only a matter of time before he got around to checking all of the numbers in your phone and their owners.

"Aw, you really are just naiive, huh? My poor little angel. Cant even tell when someone's trying to take you away from me-" He tuts his tongue, setting the phone down on the floor. When you go to pick it up, he kicks your hand away. "Sorry, Baby, you can't be trusted with big girl stuff yet. Gotta learn first." He smashes the device beneath his booted heel, a squeal passing through your lips at the loud metallic crunch.

"Hwa!" A pouty whine comes before you can stop it, tears welling up in your eyes all over again. When he cocks his eyebrow up, you cower between his legs, stuttering quietly. "Sorry, m'sorry..." He swipes the destroyed phone to the side with his boot before tapping your hip with it. You shuffle quickly, untying his shoes with a shaky breath.

"I know you get bored baby, but I can't have others corrupting your mind. I'll get you some new books, maybe even a TV for in here if you're extra good." You whisper a soft thank you, and a promise you will be as you set his shoes off to the side neatly.

"Look up at me, Doll. C'mon don't be angry," you look up at him as softly as you can, a groan of affection bubbling past his throat, "there's my pretty little thing." You rub your fingers on his jean-clad legs in an attempt to ground yourself as he looks down at you like a predator that's spotted it's next meal.

"Aren't you so happy you have me to take care of you? Who knows what others would do to that pretty face of yours— not to mention that pretty cunt."

A heat immediately finds it way to your face, and he laughs deeply. "Oh, please, don't be coy. You know as well as I do that if I didn't take you out of there that that little hole would be ruined in an hour. I saved you."

You hide your face in his lap, mind racing. It's true that he's more gently than other people you've had the dis-pleasure of encountering in his line of work. But that doesn't make him any less over bearing and obsessive. His possessiveness bordering on ownership. Sometimes you're truly thankful he scooped you up before anyone else could touch you- other times you curse him for it.

He rubs the back of your head gently, leaning up in the slouching chair, like he can sense your thoughts. "You aren't going anywhere, Baby. You're mine- until the day you die and even after that. Even God himself couldn't pry you away from me. You are mine. Do you understand that?" You nod into his lap, a quiet 'yes,hwa' muffled by his jeans. "Such a sweet thing," he whispers before gripping your hair and pulling you up, earning a gasp.

That glint in his eyes- "Hwa, wait, wait—" he did no such thing, standing up with his clothed crotch in your face, pulling your hands up to his belt.

"You need a reminder of who's good girl you are-"

"No-"

"No?!" He laughed in disbelief, nails digging into your scalp as he makes you look up at him, the stretch of your neck uncomfortable as he cranes it up. There's a sharp hunger in his eyes, "you're so cute -so, so, so, cute when you're defiant... but I'm not in the fucking mood. Get your ass up," he tugs you up by your hair, ignoring the sharp yelps that tremble past your lips.

     "Ple-ase don't take me downstairs! I'll be good, I'll be good!"

    "It's okay baby, we aren't going downstairs," he positions you back to the wall and backs up, pushing you back when you try to follow and apologize. "I'm too tired." The glimmer of hope is stomped out as he unlocked his side of the nightstand. "You can take your punishment here."

   "Hwa... I'm real sor-" A skinny throwing knife that thuds into the wall next to your head shuts you up quick, a squeal replacing your pleas.

   "Been looking after you so much, I'm rusty-" He throws another with a groan, hiding his smirk as you jump, "stay still baby, I'm out of practice." You can't help but duck as it thunks into the wall just above your head.

     "Stand up straight!" His booming voice shakes you to your core, and you stand as straight as you can manage with the knot forming in your gut. You grip the wall with your finger tips, looking down at your feet so you don't see the sharp objects coming. You've found that it's less fearful that way.

Knife after knife is thrown, each dull thump making you twitch as they're buried into the drywall in the outline of your body.

When they finally stall, his sock clad feet come into view, his curved knuckle lifting your chin. The flame in his eyes has faded to a simmer, an almost fond one. "Are you done being a brat? Or should I let my hand slip next time I need target practice?"

   "I'm done..." you speak with a gulp, body still frozen against the wall lest you move and graze against the blades.

He seems to sense your thoughts once again, cooing softly as he notices your tense shoulders. "C'mon, sweet girl," he carefully pulls you straight out from the wall and twirls you around.

He wraps his arms around under yours and grips your shoulders, holding you close to his chest and resting his chin on your head. "Your life in my hands... Such a delicate thing you are." You eyes trail over the outline of your body, traced with throwing daggers. "If you just behaved, I wouldn't have to scare you. It's the best way for you to learn, my love. That fear you feel when we go downstairs, when I have you pinned up- that's the fear you would feel every waking moment without me. Just be a good girl, and let me protect you..."

"...Okay, I'm sorry, Hwa... I don't know why I act out," You don't know if you're telling the truth anymore. It is even acting out? You sometimes think you have a right to.

Maybe— "Maybe you like it when I'm mean to you."

You don't know what you would have thought, but that wasn't it. You think he likes being mean to you. He always finds a reason to punish you: whether it be with bone chilling fear or being pushed to your sexual edge and then repeatedly denied.

    Some days, he's softer with the sexual aspect of his obsession with you.

He turns you back around and shoves you to his knees, right back into his clothed bulge where you started. "I want to claim you, I'm going to claim you. Every part. Take it off now before I decide to skull fuck you." Your breath hitches in your throat, lip trembling at his threat, knowing full well he will follow through.

Today is not one of those days, you realize.

You hands quickly find their way to his belt, unbuckling the golden buckle and letting it dangle, the button undone next and the zipper followed. He didn't bother to kick his jeans off, or even pull them down. Only his cock out, twitching to life infront of you inpatiently. "You belong to me, I'm gonna get that through your thick skull" -he flicks your head- "even if I have to use my cock."

He rubs against your cheek, sighing out in pleasure at the feeling of your hot embarrassed face. "Say my name," he whispers deeply, eyes swirling with an unreadable mix of emotions.

"Seonghwa," you pant out shyly, eyes closed as you feel him rutting against your face, his pre cum smearing on your cheek bone. His grip is continually becoming softer, loving as he lewdly humps your head. Your hands find purchase on his sock clad feet, helping you lift up your body into him. "Seonghwa," it comes out as a moan, and a thick groan comes from him in response.

He steps back just an inch, looking down at your tear stained face, his fresh pre-cum glimmering on the side of your face.

His full lips curve into a smile, his previously angry facade fading as quick as it came when he busted in the door earlier, while he lifts you to the bed and lets your head hang.

He's even beautiful when viewed upside down-

    "You make it hard to ever leave your side, pretty girl. I could spend the rest of my life buried in any of your gorgeous holes, I love you so much."

"I love you, Hwa. I-" Your breath catches in your throat as the words tear through your throat. "I do want you to claim me, I want to know I'm yours." One of your hands seems to sprout a mind of its own, wrapping around the base of his thick and smooth girth. "Let me take care of you, and you take care of me."

A groan dies on his lips, shuddering as you slowly stroke him, the words you speak shooting through his heart and down to his balls. "Let me be your good girl. Please, I know I can!"

The fear he instilled in you just moments ago festered into a need to please, to solidify your place by his side so he would never leave. He never would dream of it- leaving you. You are his heart and soul personified. You hold his entire being in your hands, and you have no idea.

"Yeah? Gonna be my good girl again? Make it up to me?" His heart flutters as you nod enthusiastically, your mouth opening wide for him and tongue lolling out."Fuck, that's a good girl," he spreads his legs around your dangling head, slim fingers gathering yours to your chest and holding them ever so softly as he slips right down your throat.

The hot, velvety skin encasing him makes him moan loudly, squeezing your hands to ground himself and keep himself from fucking your skull like his life depends on it. But, oh, how he wants to—

"Good fucking girl, that's it, just like I taught you," you gulp around his overwhelming length, eyes closing as you focus on breathing through your nose, the smell of his body wash somehow soothing to your fried nervous system.

   He holds himself back as long as he can, thrusting in your throat slowly and basking in the warmth of it. But as your saliva builds, nowhere to go, and the wet and lewd squelch of your throat grows louder, he can no longer do that. He intertwines his fingers with yours and lets you squeeze tightly, a soft growl letting you know his arousal is at a peak before he loses all control-

   His hips draw back and slam into you, the head of his cock poking at the very depth of your throat and making you gag, and the noise just stirs him on, going again and again and again to hear that sweet sound of you choking around him. Sticky saliva tainted with the white of his pre-cum drips from the corners of your stretched mouth, dripping up your face. It seems like the onslaught will never end, but he has bigger plans for his building release.

     The moment your throat is free of his cock, you draw in a large gasp, all of the wetness in your mouth dripping like a waterfall, letting you heave as he watches with dark eyes. Not that you can see the lust driven look on his face, if you were to open your eyes you'd be blinded by spit and cum.

  He discards his pants and top as he lets you catch your breath, cooing all the while about how good you just did for him. He uses the softness of his tank top to wipe away most of the filth on your face, and you finally peek your eyes open as you feel him lift you.

   You swear there's hearts swirling in the darkness of his eyes as he scans your messy face, a permanent smirk plastered on his features. "Pretty girl, you're such a mess for me," you can only pant in response, leaning into the palm he places on your cheek as he lays you down right-side-up, letting your head collide with the soft pillows.

The moment he put a pillow under your back, you knew you were in for a long ride.

And by the end of it, you wouldn't forget who you belong to.

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dunno if u have mentioned this before and not trying to be rude, im js rlly curios if u are still working on DJANGO, i rlly liked the first chapter and ive been waiting to see the rest. No rush ofc!! Writing takes its time <3 I was js genuinely very curious 😭

ABYWAYS I LOVE ALLURE AND ALL OF URS WORK ANFBWJRBNWD <333

i think i have mentioned it a few times but no worries ! i hit a major roadblock in it and left it on the back burner for a while because i was very unhappy with how it turned out. i've gotten some help figuring it out and been slowly trying to work it up- it may be a while but it will come out eventually !!

and skgdajvdwk thank you here i go tearing up again 😭💕

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Hi! I just wanted to say that Allure has me eXCITEEEED!!! I know you're working hard and it's not going unnoticed! Your writing is currently my fav thing on this app

okay wow i know it's stupid but this made me cry :( thank you so much i needed this today

i'm happy you enjoy my works !! 🩷🩷

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Just read your Allure series and I'm HOOKED!!! I'm a new atiny, Seonghwa happens to be my bias and Hongjoong is my bias wrecker so that was PERFECTION!!!❣️

thank you so much !! i'm glad i could feed your atiny urges lol welcome to the fandom 😙

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when i lost allure chapter threes final draft i lost four 3k+ scenes and im having trouble reconstructing them because they aren't in my paper draft. instead of wallowing in my sorrow and making you guys wait even longer i'll just cut it down to two scenes of the ones i've lost, which ones would you like to see most ? leave some thoughts on your choice if you want to !! thank you for your patience ❤️‍🩹

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did the release date for allure pt 3 change or did i miss smth

yes unfortunately i lost my files on it and only have the first paper draft, im working on it promise 🩷

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Lia in allure part two made my atiny-midzy heart happy 💔❤️‍🩹

you know iiiiit ! atiny-midzy's rise up💞

i miss herrrrr i hope she's well :(