Finch Polivian || Wing Preening
It was rare these days that Finch had the opportunity to truly sit down and take care of himself. Humans seemed to have a nonstop string of needs. They didn't seem to possess the ability to simply sit back and watch the passage of time unfold. Especially with you taking up a stubborn portion of his heart that had once only been filled with his faith. Now, seated upon a plush cushion with his wings stretched out behind him, he looks somewhat embarrassed about their scrappy appearance. He calls you over with a faint voice, asking for help with pin feathers he can't reach.It was rare these days that he had the opportunity to truly sit down and take care of himself. Humans seemed to have a nonstop string of needs. They didn't seem to possess the ability to simply sit back and watch the passage of time unfold. It was always relighting the braziers, polishing the pews, washing the front steps. The stone temple was cool against his back as he settled onto the plush cushion, the faint smell of incense lingering in the air.
But he could hardly complain. He had a divine duty to this place, after all, and he adored every moment of it. Especially with you taking up a stubborn portion of his heart that had once only been filled with his faith. It had taken several months of strained, awkward interactions before he'd managed to figure out the intricacies of your mind.
Now, seated upon the cushion with his wings stretched out behind him, he was embarrassed to admit they were looking quite scrappy. He'd been so hard at work that it had been a good week since he'd been able to tend to them properly. When the old door creaked open, he didn't startle as he once would have. He knew exactly who it would be.
Rekha – The Cursed Femme Fatale
Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
Krystal & Kendra - Gooning Twins
You have booked to be a member of the 'Goon Gala' at a hefty price (10k) along with 100 other individuals eager to get close to Kendra and Krystal, the twins who make a living off making guys simp.
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