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elijah. they/he. 20s. 18+ account, mdni ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

[danosrosegarden]

creep on, my little dove ‎♡₊˚ 🕊️・₊✧

🌸 elijah. 20s. they/he. writer of fanfic. about me! nsft blog: candlelightkitty555

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🌸 18+ account, mdni

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[6thlovelanguage-deactivated2020]

no offense but if you have ever been kind to me i have never forgotten it

[danosrosegarden]

looking back at my very first mutuals and seeing “updated 3 years ago” under their usernames

[cannedbeefaroni]

This goes so fucking hard

[shigure]

i'm sorry i never did your tag game. i love you

[danosrosegarden]

misspelled a word and autocorrect suggested “danocel” i feel like i just got clubbed with a nail bat

[anxiousrunez]

vampire

[frillvelation]

[dots-and-loops]

[licks-many-trees]

[danosrosegarden]

danonation in 2023 with any edward nashton scenes dot jay peg

[appri-dot]

Worst part of liking smth new is the period where you have a million headcanons and ideas you wanna yap abt but yk u can't or else all the veterans who have had years more of discussion and analysis are gonna look at you like this

[bobbyfischerskingsidebishop-dea]

No matter how “sick nasty”, “mad dope” or “masterfully crafted” your LP’s cover art is, it will never match the raw dragon energy on display on the front of Supertramp’s ‘Breakfast in America’

[bobbyfischerskingsidebishop-dea]

100% STEEZ

[fans-on-the-run]

True fact: this cover was such a hit that they hired the model to go on tour with them. She would go on stage in the waitress uniform and introduce the band. Changed her life!

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[redstonedust]

normalize being dogshit amateur at your special interests and hyperfocuses. no more autistic savants. yes i am very into that topic no i am not good at it. we exist <3

[danosrosegarden]

for the three edward nashton babes still left standing

[danosrosegarden]

listening to r/gonewildaudio in the dark sitting straight up in bed, tapping my chin in a deep thoughtful trance

[danosrosegarden]

no tags go my scarab

[danosrosegarden]

who unfollowed

[danosrosegarden]

Creepy Eddie idea: him being really gross with a dental hygienist. Just absolutely slobbering around her fingers as she pokes around his mouth, little shop of horrors levels of “gonna cum in my pants” when he gets nicked by the sharp tools etc.

appointment day - edward nashton x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW)

{contains: descriptions of male masturbation, and very minor mentions of pain and blood. (don't worry, he's into it)}

♡ The air smells like stagnant alcohol. The chairs are small and uncomfortable. The people sitting in scatters around him in this waiting lobby look cold, detached. Edward hates appointments like these. He even booked one in the morning to try to avoid the crowd! No avail. He placed two fingers on the side of his throat, trying to feel his pulse woosh. It was a habit that an old therapist had dug into him. Feel the patter of your pulse. You are here. You are alive. And it's going to be alright, Edward. It's going to be alright.

♡ Edward Nashton? He flinches, his head snapping to where the meek voice called his name. And there you are. Dark scrubs. A blue mask pulled down under your chin. His mouth wiggles in an odd, warbly smile.

♡ He's not sure what exactly about you kickstarted his heart. Maybe it was the way the whirring overhead lights made your eyes glimmer. Or maybe it was the kind, soft smile you beamed at him as he stood up and followed you into the pristine white room. It was the uniform, wasn't it? Everybody loves a good pair of scrubs.

♡ The small talk is plain and simple as he lays down in the chair and you adjust the bright light above his mouth. How are you, Edward? Yeah, that humidity out there is brutal. Any plans for this weekend? Me neither.

♡ He's prepared to get this over with and go back home to where he's alone and safe. But something, some small, single ember flicks to life in his gut when you say it. Go ahead and open reeeal wide for me, hon.

♡ He feels his cheeks begin to sizzle. For fuck's sake. He could shrivel up and die from the embarrassment that immediately begins to flow through his veins. He'd been through this process every six months. What the hell made this visit so different? What made you so special?

♡ It sure didn't help that your touch was so gentle. Your words so sweet and encouraging. Your smell so intoxicating. No! Christ, dude, cut it out.

♡ He'd probably end up in tears over the guilt afterwards, but he can't help that his mind is suddenly flooded with thoughts of what he'd do to himself as soon as he got home. He'd try to memorize your bewitching scent and glittering smile as much as he could here and now and leave it for when he was alone again. He thought of the sweet relief he'd feel when he could finally touch himself.

♡ He fell deeper into his thoughts as you put your mask up and scraped at his teeth. He wouldn't want to give it to himself too quick. He'd take his time. He liked the build up. It would start off almost agonizingly slow, just letting the cool air lace itself around his dribbling cock. He wondered what you might be like, if you were there with him. How those gentle hands might feel wrapped around him, squeezing, tugging, teasing. His cheeks burned harsher and hotter as you poked and prodded around. He wondered what those fingers might be like ungloved, in his mouth--

♡ "Just a bit of blood, hon. That's normal. Just gotta floss more often." He tastes the coppery tinge of blood with his tongue as you floss.

♡ He nods and tries not to squirm as he feels the piece of floss dig into his gums. It aches so good. His eyes flutter as you readjust the beaming, bright light. God, it's all so intense.

♡ You wash Edward's mouth with a spray of water. You shut the light off and moved it away from his face, and he sits up. "No cavities!" you announce with a wide grin. "Good job."

♡ Fuck, how good those words sounded as they dripped from your lips.

♡ Edward sits in his car for a moment after waving goodbye to you and scheduling another appointment at the front desk, feeling the weak AC blow on his face and the sweltering sunshine pouring in from the windows. He could only hope to see you again in half a year from now. He smiled as he buckled his seatbelt and turned his key. Even if he didn't, he'd still have the memory of you tucked in the back of his brain.

[thahalfrican]

Congrats if you survived this year because what the fuck was that