#📒˚₊‧ dear diary .ᐟ

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XAVIER

This is the closest place to the sky. It's also the closest we can be to the stars. Many people say that you can hear the echoes of destiny here.

As the wind sweeps across the land, I see many things are being forgotten as the seconds pass... . Those memories float in the distant starry sea or sink into the sands of time. Like light slipping through our fingers, they'll scatter and become a faded remnant in the world.

Yet everything about you becomes clearer. Your sorrows, your joys, your body... And your soul... From the moment we first met, I treasured these memories in the depths of my heart. They've always shined brilliantly.

Here. I wrote you a letter. I cast an anchor into time and space to mark the moment of me writing these words and you reading them. I believe this tiny anchor will join the stars. It will serve as a guide for our paths. No matter how many times we travel through the vast, uncertain universe, we'll always meet, converge, and intertwine.

ZAYNE

I traveled across the Arctic to reach this hidden realm of ice and snow. The snow season here lasts for six months. Time itself seems to be frozen, and the pausing of seasons has become imperceptible.

A small cabin serves as my shelter on this desolate snowfield. When night descends, a small, warm light glows. I sit by the window and watch the snow fall.

And once the snow stopped, an aurora appeared. Fairy-tale colors spilled onto the sky. The snowy landscape transformed into a dreamland's ornament and settled into a peaceful slumber. Everything seems to have stopped moving... I desperately want to tell you about — The way the snow sparkles in colorful hues under the aurora. The way pinks rays melt and blend with the white horizon at dawn. And how the snow surrenders to a gentle caress of orange light at dusk. Snow and ice wait for these colors. Then all of them merge to write a winter poem that describes varying emotions.

I remember how we were nestled together to witness the night and the breaking dawn. We walked through all four seasons. They were as colorful and diverse as these shimmering snowscapes. I recorded every moment. So when you receive this, please join me in unsealing a poem about us.

RAFAYEL

In a land of romance, I'm on a journey to find inspiration.

Accompanied by the gentle sea breeze, the ocean reveals its varying hues under the sun. It carries emotions that are complex and endearing. It's just like when you pretend to be upset. You frown, but the corner of your lips curve ever so slightly.

The town is full of life. Scents, sounds, and colors merge into magical combinations around me. They're just like those fairy-tale dreams we've experienced.

When I got home, people told me that the buildings near this small post office housed a magnificent art collection. I wonder... Who were the muses that inspired those creators? For me... There has been only one answer to this kind of question. Every landscape becomes extraordinary because of you. And the inspiration they bring bursts forth and falls onto me like a wave lapping against the shore.

This letter contains all the amazing discoveries I've witnessed on my journey. And from this moment onward, I'm looking forward to the adorable expression you'll make when you receive this.

SYLUS

Do you see this valley? According to an old legend, a dragon was slain and buried here.

For countless years, the wind and the wings of birds carried that dragon's tale. It has passed through the lips of the travelers who find themselves here. Taurus City... I suspect you've already forgotten about it. Like that legend, our story is hidden in the valley. It can also be found... in the written records kept by the locals.

And here stands the oldest post office in the world. People believe in this immeasurable power of written words. They put their feelings and stories onto paper before using messengers to send them away.

It's a wonderful way to connect with others. I wrote you a letter for the first time, and a new bond was forged between us.

It won't be long until this letter stars its journey. You'll receive it one way or another. But perhaps it might idle on its path for a while. In any case, it will ride the howling winds and soar with traveling birds to bring you my sort... and reveal everything that I am and will every be.

NEW YEAR'S LADS LETTERS

XAVIER, ZAYNE, RAFAYEL, SYLUS

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aaron hotchner throws his head back with a deep guttural groan when he cums

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his big wet eyes and loser boy personality have captivated me

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touya stutters on accident while confessing to you btw

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literally

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OKAY ENOUGH ABOUT SYLUS, I NEED TO KNOW MC'S BACKSTORY

"Amidst the chaos, wings flap and stir up a whirlwind of sand and gravel. On that day, the girl marked for execution unleashed the Fiend from the Abyss."

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meow

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bc my picture didnt send @mysicklove, here it is

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dabi is actually really insecure of his body scars, which is why he wears really big and loose shirts

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shoto takes his dad's card one day and takes his classmates to a nice restuarant and pays for it with the card because his dad said some shit about the class

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Dabi is Wet Cat™

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subby!leon... save me subby!leon... subby!leon save me

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need to rake my fingers through his luscious locks and then give it a little tug to hear him moan

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JAKE SULLY THE MAN YOU ARE

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SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UPPP, JUDT WATCH THE FALL GUY WITH RYAN GOSLING IN THEATERSSS HE IS SO FINEEE

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