My Weirdass Boyfriend Somehow Made A Typical Brazilian Coconut Candy Without The Goddamn Fucking Coconut

My weirdass boyfriend somehow made a typical Brazilian coconut candy without the goddamn fucking coconut

Hello, I hope you receive my message and you are fine. I am Asmaa from Gaza. I ask you to help me stay alive by donating or spreading my link.

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Hi hello sorry to intrude

Just passing by to say my head tends to bleed due to my constant stress scratching on it. Probably should get your skin checked on a mirror to see if it's not an irritation

Ooc: why. Why is my head suddenly bleeding?????????

Same Kurama same

Not a friend, but not an enemy (W.I.P)

Here! First post as Damie. Now let's see how this goes...

Hey! Hi! Hello! It's nice to meet you! ^^

Hi! Hello! I'm Darkness! Darkness Moonlight Morningstar! Yes, Like Lucifer. I'm his great grandson. No, not from the future. I live in 2024, same year as you guys, probably same day if where following the same callendar. Time in Hell doesn't trully matter but I enjoy keeping track of it for my own sake. Plus, I have a birthday to wait for too! Which Hell you ask? Good fucking question, I have no idea. All I know is that it is somewhere in the DC multiverse, particularly far away on the border. Like, we're basically our own thing by now, the only thing keeping us from drifting away from it is the fact we're some variation of the Lucifer Netflix series that went horribly wrong. Not in the sense of tragedy, but in the sense everything now is basically unrecognizable. It's very, very canon divergent. Trust me, you'll forget we even are connected to the DC multiverse like these Batmans and Robins and Constantines around this hellsite (why is there so much universal convergence here?...) until I mention it again.

So, why am I here? Simple. I got a problem. As you probably saw on my bio, I am not.... the most demonic demon out there. Why is that a problem? Well, I'm the damned prince, literally. I'm supposed to inherit the throne of hell once my dad gets bored of it. And you know? I got expectations on my shoulders because of that. Because this wouldn't be the Morningstar family without trauma now, would it? So, since Twitter is way too intense for me still, I decided for the safest smutt-ridden, deranged, senseless hellsite I could think of, because I find Tumblr to be quite welcoming most of the time. And because on Twitter I would be called 30 types of slurs, and I want help on becoming more demonic, not more unconfident.

I'm not asking to be burried in NSFW!!!

Please, let's keep the respect going around here. I'm not a lust demon. My boyfriend is. Summon him all you want, but leave me out of this!! In fact, I'm very much asexual thank you. (Yes that does leads to problems with my boyfriend, but we can deal with that in particular withou your prying eyes. He may show up sometimes though). Let's do this, this blog is to be kept on 16+ and 16+ only. No more. Besides that, please, feel free to ask anything you want. Speak your mind! Anything from my life, to family, to parents.... Really, anything you like. It may come with a lil picture of me if you're lucky!

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