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- Sep 7
- Brazil
- Deviant for 8 years
- He / Him
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During a warm day of what seemed to be an eternal summer, laying under a hammock was a man with a generally lively, yet currently relaxed aura envolving him. The Brazilian relaxed there, feeling a pleasant breeze wash over not only his body -- which was not wearing anything but shorts at the moment --, but also the whole balcony of the apartment he lived in. Sighing contentedly, he closed his eyes for a brief moment. "Ah... Life is good." Said that, he didn't notice the person that was just a meter away from him. Rafael wouldn't mind, unless said person let escape a word from their lips.
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hello! mun/admin talking.
please, refrain from commenting on this account, instead, use this comment to start something up! with that said, i thank you if you comply. <3
either way, i'll use this to introduce myself.
good morning/day/afternoon/evening, i am diónysos, but you can call me dion or dio. i live in brazil, and i'm pleased to meet you. i'm 19 years old, making me eligible for nsfw themes, and, well, i'll explain better in my ooc page. all that i have to say is: have fun!
{ its been like 10 years h i }
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heyyyy!! its been a long time indeed omg
im sorry i dont spend much time here anymore lkfdshlkgfdhg
{ aaaaa its okay, ah I just remembered this account and the people I liked so idk if there's a way we can keep on contact or something ¿¿¿ jus t- }
me
my moans have never been portrayed so accurately
my moans have never been portrayed so accurately
- [ You're part of a machine, you are not a human being ]
- [ A ] smodai was a demon who was often misunderstood, but that didn't stop him from proving other's wrong. The small child was walking the streets alone, but he didn't understand what was so bad about it. People warned him to stay near his parents, or not to talk with strangers, but the little demon had no idea what 'parents' or 'strangers' were. He never has parents, and he thought of everyone as a future friend. It was quite weird how Asmodai saw the world. As he skipped down the streets with some food in a bag, he was blasting music into his elf-like ears. However since he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, Asmodai accidentally bumped into someone, falling back to the ground as he grunted softly. Silver eyes looked up at the stranger, smiling and removing the earbud. " Oops, sorry! "