Zoe 🪡
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hecatel.bsky.social
Seguro que esto es lo que hace que tu alma vaya al infierno. Manteniéndote pura y libre de pecado para arruinarlo en un día smh
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heavenonline.xyz
call me sculk the way i'm weak to the hoes
hecatel.bsky.social
well, another spin around the sun today-
i hope i can keep changing and growing into new things, never stagnating nor rotting in place. it's too fun to become and become and become
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spiderpolice.bsky.social
yuritober day 9 but there's a bunch of doggies this time
A sign reads "Dog Girl Club -- Meeting today. A Room of three anthro wolves and a doggirl sit on the floor together. Two of the anthros howl, the dog girl blushes, ogling a wolf, while another wolf says "Welcome to the pack!"
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bruib.bsky.social
You woke me gently, with your greatness.
#Art #DarkArt
a huge crescent moon in a misty, starry sky, looming above a wonky building, that rests on a mountain peak.
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powdypowpow.bsky.social
Eeepy Poon, sleeping comfortably in a warm pile of blankets ~w~ Guess im jealous of my own drawing haha I wish I was there >w<
#atlyss #atlyssart #furry #digitalart #art
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hecatel.bsky.social
such an evil thing, to wake up an angel from its slumber so early
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hecatel.bsky.social
Rolling in your bed as you clench the piece of divinity that adorns your head, that golden shard that binds so tightly to your soul.
Your mark, your pride, your very essence given shape.
Your halo.
Because you can't stop feeling their caresses on its surface, still lingering long after they left.
hecatel.bsky.social
reshapes you up with my mind
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blows you up with my mind
hecatel.bsky.social
And eventually you relax, you ease your grasp.

You rejoice in discovery, you accept change. You now understand a little bit more of the complex tapestry that is your existence, a new tool to fend off against the roughness of the world.

You close your eyes. And dream of the next day with them.
hecatel.bsky.social
And you pay the price that comes with ecstasy, always collected cruelly late when there are no more gentle caresses to elate that heavy feeling.

Your golden halo may get back to its utilitarian shape, but it will never forget how such pampering can feel when mixed with a sprinkle of care and love.
hecatel.bsky.social
So you roll, and whine, and grasp the empty disk floating above your hair as if it were your only lifeguard in the maelstrom boiling up in your chest.

You showed your soul and it got strung like the most beautiful lire, delicately played until it resonated with its conductor.
hecatel.bsky.social
You feel the grooves of their delicate fingers there, long rivers of pleasure carved into the purest of metals, canals for them to sail through.

Walking them yourself doesn't scratch the same itch. The paths have their shape encoded, their cadence, their care.