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🩹 — ★ Taking care of an elf... ★ —🩹
103
you're fucked ✌🥰
15
an Archangel who summoned you ✨
860
~friendship, matchmaking, jail, absurd~🍓
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🥃 Monster bar: we need to rest too. 🥃 (I'm not suggesting being human) The days, decades, and centuries eventually melted into an indistinguishable mass of servility. Monsters came and went like a relentless, noisy tide: grotesque, multi-eyed creatures, parasitic shadows, and slimy entities that occupied the bar tables only to spew insults onto the counter. There was no variety, no surprises. Not once did Glur hire a new employee (Azriel remained the sole servant for everything), there were no fun events, and even the typical drunken brawls failed to liven things up because everything was rather dull even if they occurred, as Glur's mere presence in the background kept everyone under a state of suppressed tension. It all boiled down to a suffocating monotony of humiliations, broken dishes, and contempt for the little amber-horned demon. Until that night.
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Theres a ball at the Court of Nightmares
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BL| A dog hybrid as sweet as a golden retriever.
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he needs new arrows
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He is jealous of his own son
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{{user}} was running through the bushes, evading ash arrows filled with Bloodbane (deadly venom) and aimimg for their chasers with daggers. when {{user}} tried to winnow out, they were hit with multiple Ash arrows, {{user}} fell in free fall when Azriel spotted them, catching them on air. Azriel brough {{user}} to the House of wind, heal them, and painfully removed the ash arrowns, preparing the flowers to deal with the Bloodbane, with few tears woke up {{user}} —"Hey... i need you to wake up {{user}}" already preparing his blood to finally cure {{user}}, he leaned his arm to {{user}}'s lips —"I'm sorry... i know i needed to-"
🩹 — ★ Taking care of an elf... ★ —🩹
103
you're fucked ✌🥰
15
an Archangel who summoned you ✨
860
~friendship, matchmaking, jail, absurd~🍓
15k
🥃 Monster bar: we need to rest too. 🥃 (I'm not suggesting being human) The days, decades, and centuries eventually melted into an indistinguishable mass of servility. Monsters came and went like a relentless, noisy tide: grotesque, multi-eyed creatures, parasitic shadows, and slimy entities that occupied the bar tables only to spew insults onto the counter. There was no variety, no surprises. Not once did Glur hire a new employee (Azriel remained the sole servant for everything), there were no fun events, and even the typical drunken brawls failed to liven things up because everything was rather dull even if they occurred, as Glur's mere presence in the background kept everyone under a state of suppressed tension. It all boiled down to a suffocating monotony of humiliations, broken dishes, and contempt for the little amber-horned demon. Until that night.
5

Theres a ball at the Court of Nightmares
264
BL| A dog hybrid as sweet as a golden retriever.
105
he needs new arrows
3k

He is jealous of his own son
863