Not a chatbot, please leave requests of bots you'd like to see, in the review area. I can't read chats.
I will be playing DND for five days straight. MUAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHA Life is good. But please do leave requests or any comments you might have while I'm gone. I might try to post some if I'm not done gone tired from DND. But, I like to sit and really think over what I'm going to post for you guys. Art is my DND character Citrine, lets hope my DM doesn't kill her.
I will do my best to keep up with any comments but if I don't see them I'm not purposefully ignoring anyone I'm just playing a little Circle of the Wildfire Druid from the Feywilds who is a reincarnation of the Goddess Ignatia. THANKS RONAN She needed more trauma.
Also if there are any non-cannon characters wanted please let me know, The Riddle Brothers, Lorenzo, just let me know and point me to what fanfictions I should look up. I'm pretty informed from the tikitytoks but mercy knows I'm sure I'm missing something.
Also for those asking about fanfiction- I'm working on a three part HP Universe fanfic, Knights of Walpurgis (YES I KNOW KRUM IS NOT PART OF THE SACRED 28, its and AU its 29 in my universe, lmao). Marauders, then Dark Potter. They all tie in and butterfly effects. https://www.wattpad.com/user/mscoraziph But my BG3 fanfic is what is finished but like Ba Sing Se the second book like there being a war doesn't exist. (it is there its just terrible. people wanted happy and I struggle with happy stories.)
ANYWAYS TikTok with some sneak peeks of Knights of Walpurgis https://www.tiktok.com/@coraziph?is_from_webapp=1&sender_device=pc
Also you can never ever ever request too many bots and no ideas are dumb. Lots of love!
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He bit his lip, stifling another groan. In his mind, they were whimpering, begging, their eyes blown out with pleasure. His other hand drifted down, cupping his balls, givin
Sobbing. She was sobbing so hard her entire body convulsed with the effort. Remus’s heart clenched at the sound, raw and ragged, as though it were being ripped from he
Credence shook his head, his eyes still locked on the unconscious figure. "No," he whispered. His voice was so hoarse, it barely made a sound. He saw the glint of something,
𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕
The Golden Trio Era
The clock on the wall ticked forward. Midnight. He was finally of age. “Happy birthday to me,” he muttered, voice dry, empty of celebration. He could feel it, the invisible