Yury_Sama



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    Like tree roots, numerous limbs span out from each side of Lan Xichen's back, creating two shifting masses of white appendages as if the man has formed wings—

    Made of white tentacles.

    Dripping with a vicious substance that glows pale blue, their wet girths ranging from fat to slender but all so long in length.

    Tentacles.

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    17 Nov 2020

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    Excelente one shot de tentaculos del Xicheng 👌

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    It was the stupidest thing that he had ever done. But Jiang Wanyin blamed it on the alcohol that was buzzing under his skin and the fact that tomorrow was his 37th birthday, still fairly young for a cultivator but he felt every inch of the years in his body and mind (perhaps even more so). The night before his birthday, feeling tipsy drunk, he took out an amulet that he had confiscated from the nearby village because of the curse attached to it. The amulet was able to grant the person one wish, in exchange for something illegible. In the dimness of his room, heart-weary and drunk, Jiang Wanyin thoughtlessly cut his finger a bit to allow his blood to trickle onto the amulet.

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    A Fic For Jiang Wanyin/Jiang Cheng birthday.

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    09 Nov 2020

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    Maravilloso one shot ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)