Happy #SeductiveSunday from your favorite witch.

⠀ Can't have anyone missing her TOO much.

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That’s also what he believes Melanthios to be.

But he won’t know due to the god’s bashfulness.

He remembers. Yet now he is filled with joy rather than fear at this memory.

Eventually starts blushing when thinking about talking to him.

Smiles widely down at him, as he always perceived him.

🤬 Odesa! Epicenter shopping center is also on fire…

Reskeet to save someone’s fucking life

1/3 for the goal, this coming Monday the fundraising will end. Can we push it a bit until it ends with a miracle?
www.paypal.com/pools/c/9c9fAyZe84

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❝ …Hm. The crater is larger than before.. ❞

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Club in hand, Heracles prepares for a hit. Eyes focus on a boulder for a target.

He grows closer and closer. And he strikes!

Soon, debris launches miles away from the site of impact.

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Muscular appendages straighten, and his figure rises. The hulking figure is then propelled as his legs launch him into the clouds.

He descends, building momentum as the wind rushes against his flesh. Locks of hair flow move from side to side. From up to down.

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The champion of justice had been trying to hone his combat skills near the reader.

The hulking figure bends his legs.

Muscular appendages bend, and his figure lowers. Soon old leather soles create pressure, and seconds later on the ground, cracks begin to form.

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❝ …Hm. The crater is larger than before.. ❞

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Club in hand, Heracles prepares for a hit. Eyes focus on a boulder for a target.

He grows closer and closer. And he strikes!

Soon, debris launches miles away from the site of impact.

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Muscular appendages straighten, and his figure rises. The hulking figure is then propelled as his legs launch him into the clouds.

He descends, building momentum as the wind rushes against his flesh. Locks of hair flow move from side to side. From up to down.

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The champion of justice had been trying to hone his combat skills near the reader.

The hulking figure bends his legs.

Muscular appendages bend, and his figure lowers. Soon old leather soles create pressure, and seconds later on the ground, cracks begin to form.

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Palestinians are already saying that no food or aid is allowed in & they’re terrified of yet another manufactured famine. With water being their only main resource left, they are doubling down on the genocide and taking away electricity prevents anyone from immediately reporting on what’s happening

“Uh-…Nothing…?”

Liar. Really bad liar.

He now sees him in the corner of his eye.

“Hello.” The blush remains.

So scandalous he can’t stop thinking about it. It’d be even worse if the empusa were there.