moonflower.⠀ really want to write some dark horror smut — dm me if you’d like to plot out something. ngl i really want to do a horror group chat for lewd dbd trials.

moonflower.⠀ dms are open for all interactions!

fear clouds judgment... "it was an honest mistake... please, you can let me go."

"don't you dare touch me!" the athlete challenges, her arms trying to tug on the restraints with all possible strength she has.

moonflower.⠀ i refrained from speaking on this the first time it happened — but it’s happened again. my posts (images/gifs i edit myself) are being reposted by another padmé account. as someone who puts thought, care and time into every visual, especially to maintain

moonflower.⠀ dms are open for plotting and interactions — ngl the darker the better! sfw plots are also accepted of course

moonflower.⠀ where are all the dbd writers — survivor or killer, please make yourself known.

moonflower.⠀ free use & rape horror sl when?

the athlete takes her stretches seriously — though there is one place she has difficulty stretching on her own.

moonflower.⠀ being active here makes me want to play some dbd.

runs loops around a generator.

she didn’t vault fast enough… and now 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 is right behind her, hands on her hips, making sure she won’t be escaping this time.

adrenaline’s still running wild… muscles burning, heart racing, and all she can think about is how good it feels to finally let go.

moonflower.⠀ if you’re going to use content i originally edited and posted — please credit me. x.com/senatorscircle…

took a break from vaulting every damn thing in sight. stillness hits different when you’re not running for your life.

moonflower.⠀ seeking interactions and banter.

who can help her finish this generator?

the entity’s watching, her body’s bound, and you’re the only one who gets to ruin her.

she didn’t remember how the chase ended — just that now meg was restrained, body aching, breath shallow, and left somewhere deep in the fog. every brush of wind made her flinch. she wasn’t alone… she could feel it. all she could do now was wait for someone to find her.