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Most of the men I simp for having college degrees, or at least educated, or an educator themselves: Get yourself back to work dammit. *facepalm*
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Me: *Procrastinating on school work and instead simping for fictional men.*
Most of the men I simp for having college degrees, or at least educated, or an educator themselves: Get yourself back to work dammit. *facepalm*
CODE VERONICA REMAKE THIS ISNโT A DRILL CLAIRE MOTHERFIELD IS BACK I REPEAT๐ญ๐ญ I REPEAT SHEโS FINALLY OUT OF THE CAPFRAUD BASEMENT!! MY WIFE IS HOME๐ค
AT THE END OF THE DAY, Resident evil Code Veronica is REAL !! I cannot wait for this masterpiece, the og was so good and I'm sure they'll do a great job even with the remake โค๏ธ
And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.
k.b. // unknown
a little PSA.
a little birdie told me that my works have been copied, word for word, by user @leonsbunni . she has me blocked, so i couldnโt find out on my own, but two of โher ficsโ on her masterlist are my worksโcopied by the exact letterโexcept itโs changed to โleonโ from the game resident evil.
i have no idea what this person thought they would achieve with this. maybe they loved the little attention theyโre getting by copying my fics and getting 1k+ notes on them, people praising and supporting them unknowingly . . . whatever it is, this behavior is absolutely unacceptable. plagiarism is never okay.
thatโs why i decided to make this little announcement so other writers donโt have to go through this with said account & to prevent this from happening again. for the readers to know that she has not written anything herself & to spread this so no one will unknowingly support a copycat.
please spread the word and block / report her. thank you !
below are the screenshots;
Not my insurance system having a glitch that said my insulin copay was $406.70 . Straightened it out and so it was the usual $90, but still.
So many people donโt have the luxury I do and spend much more. I feel lucky, but also worried.
I will whole heartedly admit, yes. I read x reader fanfic because sometimes you wanna feel loved or something else. Let me enjoy my fictional husbands and wives please.
That moment you feel so tired and the sleep paralysis demon is sleeping on your chest. Then the cat of dumbassery slaps your overactive brain.
IN A STITCH, IN A PINCH | J. TODD
SUMMARY: youโve developed something of a friendship with the Outlaws, but youโre not quite sure about what the irascible Red Hood thinks of you.
WARNINGS: graphic description of burn injury, oblique reference to canonical parental drug dependency, reader is a meta.
NOTES: bringing back an old work! Re: the burns treatment depicted here - my area of study was clinical microbiology, not emergency medicine; everything I know about burns is relegated to opportunistic Staphylococcus aureus infection and how Gram negative skin flora influence wound healing. Take none of what you see in this fic as medical advice; if you do have a severe burn, call 999 and get your arse to an A&E ASAP.
After an extraterrestrial incident in your city that ended with something to the tune of 5 and a half million dollars worth of property damage and you knitting Arsenal's torn-open back together in a moment of adrenaline-fuelled insanity, you've developed something of a friendship with the Outlaws.
What that really means is that you periodically come off your shift at the hospital to find 2 mercenaries and an alien princess divesting your fridge of it's contents, and get wheedled into using your meta abilities to heal wounds that would otherwise take them out of play for a good few months.
You're under no illusions. You're aware that a healer is a useful contact to have, that should the situation necessitate it they'll take the few scant inches you can give and run a mile with them.
However, you're also aware that being a meta is a risk and that it pays to be liked and valued by dangerous people.
It's a friendship of convenience, but a friendship nonetheless.
Kori picks you up bodily and spins you in a tight circle until you're giggly and dizzy when confess her favourite shirts of yours are always freshly washed, just in case.
Roy gives you a vulgar wink when you order his shirt off to take a look at where his back scarred over, but faithfully applies the Vitamin E cream you give him for the scarring, trusting you to ease his discomfort, and sneaks bottles of your favourite elderflower cordial and the tins of Zambuk you can never find in the US for you to find when he leaves.
The only one you can't quite puzzle out your relationship with is Jason. He's taciturn, stands watch faithfully as Roy and Kori pull you into friendly hugs and dizzy spins, pepper playful kisses on your cheek and rub their knuckles into your hair. He rolls his eyes at his teammates' antics, huffs through his nose at your fussing.
Sometimes though, he'll call you sweetheart in a low rasp as he bumps you away from the sink to take over doing the dishes.
Sometimes, you think you catch him watching you with something unnameable and warm in his eyes.
You're not expecting your front door to fly open and damn near off the hinges late on Saturday evening โ just as you're fresh out of the shower and only just into your pyjama shirt & shorts, might you add โ but your alarm and annoyance die on your tongue when you see Roy and Kori's grim faces and the way that Jason sways despite both of their considerable strength holding him up.
You smell the odd, sour-smoke char of burned flesh as they pass you to ease Jason down oh so gently onto your sofa, and your gut goes cold with fear. The burn, once you get his shirt cut open, is not as extensive as you'd feared, but it's still something from a horror scene.
It's a third degree burn, skin mulberry-red, weeping and blistered in a long arc that curls up from his right hip to just under his right pectoral.
"Bloody hell." You breathe, horrified.
You run to your room, digging out your first aid kit, and drop to your knees by the couch as you tear it open.
Roy snorts, bitter as cyanide. "Yeah, that's a fairly accurate summary of the situation, sweets. The only reason he's still alive is because he dodged and got a glancing blow from the energy beam instead of a direct hit."
You look up from Jason's side.
"I'll need you and Kori to get some things." You say, hands shaking at the prospect of the task in front of you. "I can reduce the severity of the burn to a first degree, maybe, but itโ"
"What do you need?" Kori snaps, terse. You reel off a list - topical antiseptic, light bandages, a banana bag & an IV kit, amoxicillin - and then look to Roy.
"I need you to get him to take some co-codamol. It'll kick in in about 10 minutes given his enhanced metabolism, but I can't do anything until he's got painkillers in him."
Roy's brows tighten further.
"Jason doesn't do opiates."
"Roy, if this was anybody else he'd be hooked up to IV morphine! If I start working on him without him having painkillers, he'll go into shock which could kill him." You exclaim.
You make low, soothing sounds when Jason tenses at the shouting, only to groan at the fresh wave of agony in his side.
The sound of Jason's pain seems to be decisive enough for Roy, who moves round the couch and grabs the box of effervescent tablets, dissolving two in water and coaxing Jason into drinking it down.
When the glass is empty, Roy is back to his feet, quick as lightning. He strides to the door, shepherding Kori out of your apartment.
"We'll be back with everything you need in half an hour, tops. Please, help him."
Jason comes out of the shrieking adrenaline of agony to the sound of your voice, and a slight cotton fuzz in his head.
Narcotics, then, but a fairly low dose for him to still retain this degree of alertness. Feeling the encroaching spectre of that terrible pain just barely held at bay, finds he's grateful for the medication.
He goes to prop himself up on his elbows, only to strike a line of phosphorus-white flare of pain down his side that has him hissing breath through gritted teeth.
Above him, you make a startled sound, press a hand to his sternum to keep him down. His eyes catch yours, and he sees the relieved sag of your spine and shoulders at the alertness in his eyes.
"Thank fuck you didn't go into shock." You sigh. "Stay still, I've just about got this down to a second degree burn. I've just got your hip."
You snap off your nitrile gloves and lean forward, cupping his face in your hands. "Don't make a habit of this. You'll kill us off with stress if you keep on nearly-dying."
As if on cue, the front door opens and Roy and Kori come into the living room, pharmacy bags clutched tightly in their grips and fragile hope in their eyes.
When they see Jason's alert eyes, the slow knit of skin and sub-dermal tissue and hear his sheepish grumbling in, response to you, their smiles are like sunlight.
Healing the burn is slow going, taking a full five evenings after your shifts.
Roy and Kori are intent on Jason staying the full course of treatment โ settled by a, literally, on account of Kori, flaming row when he asks for his helmet and body armour โand though your entreaties are quieter, they're no less insistent.
It serves him right, probably, but it's driving him to distraction.
Specifically, the feeling of your hands over his skin is driving him to distraction.
He's not sure whether it's mercy or the sweetest of torture when you approach him, eyes darting down his body in a way that's half-assessing, half appraising before the heat-shock of your touch makes contact, pieces his skin back together.
(The thing is, Jason's attuned to everything about you, has been ever since you pulled Roy's flayed skin back shut whilst the city was still smoking behind you, totally unafraid in scrub trousers and a hoodie.
He's got it bad, and it's not exactly subtle.
Roy and Kori haven't missed that, or the way he reacts to you, judging by the raised eyebrows and teasing smirks as they lean up against the wall and watch you work.
He hopes the glare he levels at them over the top of your head communicates exactly what he'll do to them if they open their mouths.
It all comes to a head on Monday evening, when you come home from your OR shift, duck into the shower and then come into the living room in a too-large grey t-shirt and deliciously short sleep pants.
Jason's heart stops for a second. He lets his eyes flit despairingly over to Roy and Kori as you prep your kit, watches their unrepentant grins with a burning resentment towards them.
Having you this close to him, worry-soft and lit like a Rembrant from the lamp on the side table without being able to touch you is the closest thing to hell there is. You're close enough that he can smell the overlapping, inoffensive fragrances of your facial skincare products, see the faint pearlescent sheen of the residue of some serum on the apples of your cheeks, the tip of your nose, the soft line of your jaw.
Your nitrile-gloved hand settles gently on the raw new skin just above his hip and he jumps, his own broad hand flying up defensively to catch your wrist and still your movement. It's a mistake he regrets immediately.
The skin of your wrist is still tacky-soft with still-settling moisturiser, hair curling damp where the spray of your shower caught it. Jason's mind spins an unbidden reel of your hands, smoothing lotion over the plush expanse of your thighs, the line of your neck and the gentle swell of your dรฉcolletage, the curve of your hip.
He presses his eyes shut tightly.
He feels feral, the hungry bones of him blown open and exposed like the hull of a shipwreck. He wants to worry marks the shape of his mouth into your thighs, your neck, across your collarbones. He wants your knees bracketing his hips, the weight of you on top of him.
God, he wantsโ
"Are you okay? You're not in too much pain, are you?" He hears you ask.
He knows he's in far too deep when the thought of tasting the way the words roll off your tongue flits across his mind.
"Sorry." He croaks, releasing your hand. "Instinct."
(Roy turns to Kori with a snort, murmuring low so you can't hear.
"He's been watching like he wants to eat them alive since the first time we met and it's a miracle he's got enough blood north of his waistband to be capable of speech, but sure. Instinct.")
Vash's Moving Castle (Vash x Reader)
Plot: A strange building made up of old spaceship parts, moving around on two legs across the wasteland of the desert, it hisses and creaks and fills the heart of many with fear... That castle is home to the magnificent tech wizard Vash, infamous for both his gunmanship and for being a womanizerโor so the rumor goes in your city. You're the eldest child of a gunsmith and as such don't expect much from your future.ย However, your simple life takes a turn for the exciting when you're ensnared in a disturbing situation, and the mysterious tech wizard appears to rescue you.
Pairing: Vash x mostly GN Reader, occasional she/her pronouns, the use of "girl" etc from quotes directly from the movie. I tried making it completely GN, but my flu ridden brain short circuited on some very specific parts so I gave up.
Raiting: Everyone
Tags: Howl's Moving Castle style AU, no use of "y/n", Vash is a tech wizard, I have both brainrot and the flu, idk what else to put here, Howl is cute, Vash is cute, I tried my best.
Word count: 3.7k
Author's Note: Got the idea yesterday, yall seemed interested and the flu ridden brainrot I had to endure all day today was simply debilitating so I wrote a little something. I hope you like it, not sure if I will continue or not even though I have quite a few HC-s for this little AU situation.
I also dont think people realize how harmful non-inclusive fanfiction is.
Iโve met a lot of transmasc people in my life who, when wanting to read about their comfort characters to cope with real-life stress, have either very limited fanfiction to pick from, or have to subject themselves to reader x fem reader fanfiction, because itโs the only available content. Not only is it harmful mentally, but also caters to body dysmorphia.
Same goes for plus size readers, who have expressed discontent with reading fanfiction, only to be suddenly hit with the words โpetite, thin, skinnyโ, etc. which can also lead to body dysmorphia.
And PoC readers have been trying to advocate for more inclusive language, especially when describing things like blushing, which appears differently depending on your skintone. Theres also fanfictions that will blatantly just make the reader pale, or with โivory skinโ, even when itโs unnecessary and doesnt cater to the fiction at all.
Thatโs why I started my blog. I wanted to write inclusive works for underrepresented people such as:
-Masc readers / Transmasc readers
-Nonbinary readers
-Asexual readers
-Plus size readers
-PoC readers
I strive for complete ambiguity in my works, to actually bring back the meaning of โx readerโ and not โx ocโ as it has been turned into.
Astarion Masterlist
It turns out I am not immune to one morally grey sassy vampire. Inbox is open if you find yourself in the same predicament.
All works are 18+ only, minors do not engage.
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Plus sized Tav
Forbidden Feelings part 1 | part 2 | part 3
Wavemother's Robe
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Female Tav
Sleepy drabble
Part VIII: "Your blood like wine, I wanted in. Oh darling get me drunk, invite me in" - I want to live.
Pairing: Astarion x Reader -- This is set in Act I
Tags: SMUT.
Part I : The outer layer. Mostly angst and jealousy.
Part II : Where you try to find meaning or draw boundaries
Part III : maybe tonight I'll rest in peace
Part IV : There is more to do and I still want to live
Part V : our futures bound, our bodies known
Part VI: These ain't my sins. I broke my chains.
Part VII: You are not mine and am I truly yours.
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"Maybe I should help clean you. " He smiled. "We don't want to attract, any more...vampires" He waded towards you in waist deep waters. "I am not one to share my treasures with others, you see". He smirked as he picked up a linen cloth then stood in front of you. Gently he placed the warm wet cloth on your shoulder cut.ย You had suffered quite a few from the splinter shower earlier.
On your cheeks, shoulders. Collarbones.
You felt his touch. His breath on your skin. A sensation was spreading through you. But you steeled yourself. You wanted to... no, you needed to talk to him. Confront him...on his confounding behavior. His oscillating warmth and icy cold demeanor. Of Shadowheart... yes, you definitely needed to talk about her... And what about... the other night, when his bite evolved to...more.
No, you didn't want to talk to him about that.ย
Silence shrouded you both, as you were lost in thought, only broken by the sound of the splashing water. As he kept cleaning each wound, one by one. Lost in his own world. Was he returning your favor, of dressing his wounds from the other night? You wondered. This man....had a way of returning every favor you did him. Why? Except when he drinks you, the only thing he does, is .... Kiss you.ย
So that's why ....he kissed you.
Of course! Hah. You weren't sure if you felt glad you figured him out or sad to know his true intentions. You laughed at yourself for thinking he had any real affection for you. Your smile broke him out of his reverie. "Hmmm...?" He looked at you, with solemn eyes. "You haven't come for my blood in a while. You found other... sources, I presume". You waited. Did you want him to crave you and you alone?
Don't be silly, you told yourself.ย
"I wasn't sure ... if I could have restrained myself. So I kept my distance". He looked at you. Sincere, but with piercing, intense eyes. "Every time I drink you, I lose myself in you... Perhaps, because ...you are my first ....my master once said ..." He trailed off. "No, never mind".
Another secret. You thought.ย
"Are you saying... I'm bad for you?" He chuckled at the conclusion you had drawn. "Quite the contrary. I'm afraid. But I wasn't happy, not knowing, didn't know...how I would feel, the next time...". He put both his hands around you, holding the ledge of the water. Caging you. "But, I may have a faint idea, why...if you let me, I could confirm, if I'm right".ย
"Sure. Glad to help". The Hero in you responded without thinking.ย
He grinned.
Then put two fingers on your chin, and then trailed the fingers down your neck, settling on your chest. Between your breasts on your bodice. Then a flick of his wrist, and he had undone the clasps. Before you had time to react, he held both your hands and pinned them behind you.ย
What? Your bodice was undone!ย
Wait! Shocked you looked at him. Your nipples still covered by what remained of the material. You felt blood rush to your face. He was still smiling. Very pleased. "Did you like my sleight of hand, cap'n" he grinned at you. Your face was hot. You tried to wrest free but your arms were still held in his strong grasp. With the same two fingers, he gently pushed the unbuttoned bodice over your left shoulder.ย
No...please ...you bit your lips.ย
"I do like it when you plead me with your eyes" his eyes were heavy, drunk with lust it seemed. You resolved not to let him have what he wanted. You pursed your lips determined not to let a sound escape. "200 years with countless victims, of course, you have perfected your skills" you cut back.ย
Perhaps bitter, that you were not his first.ย
"Not of my own free will" he answered sadly, "And yet some of them couldn't even grant me temporary pleasure." There was regret in his voice. You looked at him. Unsure what to make of that emotion. "What makes you think, I will?" You asked, indignant. Still a prisoner in his hands, trying to wrest free.ย
He smirked at that challenge.ย
"Come now, don't be coy. Your body's already given you away... I could feel it, as I was getting lost in your neck. Your little shakes of excitement....". You couldn't refute him. Remembering what you did the last time. By now he had taken every bit of clothing off your chest and laid it on the grass behind. He took you in with his eyes. No....don't look. You looked to the side.ย
Don't look at me.ย
He was just getting started. Fully exposing you, he circled a nipple with his thumb. You arched your back. The pleasure was unbearable. Then he touched another with his thumb, you moaned. He then took it between two long fingers, and stretched his hand to touch the other one with his thumb. Squeezing your breasts together with one hand.ย
You couldn't hold it any longer.ย
Your breath quickened. You let out quiet little moans and sucked in air. Breathing with your mouth, short of air. He dropped his lips on your open mouth and found your tongue with his. The devil. But you felt your resolve melt away. You kissed him back. He let your hands go, and held you in his arms caressing your back. You pulled him into your embrace, tugging at his hair. You didn't want this moment to stop.ย
"I know...." he said briefly before kissing you again, "...how you feel..." then kissed you again... "...because I feel it too..."ย
You reached down and grabbed him.ย
He moaned. A low throaty growl. He was already enlarged and extremely thick. Hard. "You cheeky little pup. Aren't you just....asking for it". He smirked again, pleasantly surprised. You pumped with your hands. The odd sense of control and when you pleasured him was ... unfamiliar and...all consuming. As if, the tables had turned. He shuddered at your moves.ย
"The gods made you, to ruin ...me".ย
He whispered, on your neck, before pulling your hands out and holding them, about your head. "Patience, darling" he growled. Then as if to punish your transgression put a finger down your underwear. Your felt a flame engulf you. The throbbing between your legs was excruciating. You wanted to feel him press against you.ย
He put his lips on your chest, between your breasts.ย
He looked at you, piercing, smouldering. "Push me away, if you like, my love" he said. You didn't know what warranted this warning from him till you felt something cold and sharp touch your skin. You looked down at him to find him sinking his fangs into you. A wave of euphoria courses through you. You couldn't tell if it was him drinking you, or his fingers, between your legs. It was all too much.ย
You leaned back and looked at the stars.ย
You felt all your strength leave you. Intoxicated you stared at the night sky. You could let him ruin you. You would surrender to him if he wished. You could be his if he wanted...forever. He took his hand out of your legs and held you squarely around your hips. Then he stopped drinking and licked his bite mark the way he always did. Then kissed it. And licked the side of your left breast. Eventually he engulfed one in his mouth.ย
You moaned out loud.ย
He put a hand on your mouth. "Hush darling...". Probably the sensible decision...you were in a rather, compromising state. You wouldn't want to be discovered. But what were you to do as he licked and kissed your breasts. There was something you needed to tell him...or ask him..but what was it. It felt like a lifetime ago. You could no longer remember. All you could think of, was your pulsating core, as you straggled him harder under the water.ย
"I think we should get back, darling".ย
"You must be exhausted and in need of some food...and rest.". He lifted you up from your half recline. You fell on his shoulders and embraced him. All you wanted, was to be close to him. Euphoric, ecstatic he had made you feel things you hadn't felt in a very long time, if ever. On his shoulders, you felt, your burning core. You gripped his shoulders, his back...hard. Your naked upper bodies, wet from the water, touching.
"Ravish me. Ravage me..." You begged.
"I wouldn't want to eat you up, all at once"ย
You could feel his grin. That half smile that you found so attractive. "I want to savor you...slowly ....darling". You had no strength in you. Was it the blood loss? He got out of the water. Stretched out his hand, and pulled you out, and you followed reluctantly. Then helped you dress. Undid what he had done to the bodice. As you stood there dazed, he reached out and firmly held your hand in his. It felt like a dream. He led you back. you felt you could follow him anywhere. And perhaps you were.
Following him to your ruin.ย
To b contd.
my writing warm-up today got a little out of hand so pls enjoy some Tav/Astarion (reads gender neutral but you can see my Tav under the cut) hurt/"Astarion's best attempts at comfort but they don't land real well bc he's still not sure how to Relationship and Tav is Unsure About Their Status Generally" from after clearing the Waning Moon (did I accidentally trigger the fight, yes). Takes place before The Hug Scene, but he can have some touching, as a treat.
"I don't think the fire's going to give up any secrets, dove, but you can keep glaring if you'd like." Astarion piles himself at your feet, hesitating only slightly before leaning back between your knees. The camp is silent save for the echoing, animal chittering in the surrounding forest, but you know the tension that lines his shouldersโhe does not trust the quiet.
To relax is to bare your belly for gutting; to be vigilant is to survive.
By now, you have had enough of survival to last a lifetime.
The flames crackle, and the embers that dance their way down to the dirt do little to catch your bleary eyes. Exhaustion sings through you, echoing off of your ribs like a dirge from cathedral ceilings.
"Darling?" Astarion's fingers are cool against your ankles. They ease the ache that's built up over the last several days of sprinting across gnarled roots and crumbling brick. The Shadow-Cursed Lands take no prisoners, and though you are by far the weakest among your not-so-merry band, you will not be the link that breaks the chain.
There is too much at stake to fail.
Someone to shed some light - chapter list
Astarion x gn!reader - soon to be NSFW
Summary:
After being raised as a commoner, you find yourself as the last in a royal bloodline, forced into a marriage with someone youโve never met. Heโs more than he seems. AKA: An arranged marriage AU with everyoneโs favorite vampire.
Chapter List:
I. The Wedding
II. The Honeymoon
III. The Zhentarim
IV. On its way!
*meekly raises hand* I'd had an idea for a drabble prompt. That hug Astarion gets? What if it also led to him kissing Tav, really kissing them for the first time? Like one that he is able to put his heart into without the fear of being used and tossed aside?
wave after wave (like a transparent star)
pairing: astarion/tav wordcount: 762 content warnings: none other tags: canon compliant, introspection, character study, kissing, gender neutral tav, human!tav if you squint archiveofourown: here. .
tag list: @azrielshadows1nger, @pandimoostuff, @faevi, @microskies, @foreverthemaraudersera, @queenofthespacesquids, @claryvoyantfray, @6doodlaang14, @anne-isnotokay, @itshimbotime, @yeeteth-the-raven, @sessils, be added to the taglist here
summary: What if the hug also led to him kissing Tav, really kissing them for the first time?
โI want,โ you say with the slightest shake of your head, โI want. I wantย โย โ
This, is what you would say if you had the words to speak. Instead, you stare at Astarion with a sense of unrelenting urgency between the two of you. Itโs as though you are frozen in time with your palm resting flat against his, both of his hands framing yours protectively, his skin, his fingers, his everything laid bare against your silly little hand.
Astarion collides with you like a star racing across an ocean. He is a tide that overcomes you and threatens to take you out to sea. You wrap your arms around his thin frame to keep yourself grounded. The dark depths of the ocean swirls around you, but you hold onto Astarion and he holds onto you, your arms wrapped around his waist, his hand gently cradling the back of your head as he desperately presses his forehead against yours with a shuddering breath as he fights that urge to consume.
And just like that, a supernova creates itself in the middle of camp in the dark. You tilt your chin at just the right time to catch his mouth as he crashes into you. Astarion kisses you so passionately that you have no choice but to seek purchase on his shoulders to avoid toppling over. Thereโs hysteria in his tongue, in the way his lips tremble, but all you can smell is rosemary, bergamot, and brandy, and tears, yours and his together.
โโโ โโแตฅโแตฃโ
๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ: ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ก ๐ฏ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ ๐๐๐ณ๐๐๐จ๐ซ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ฐ๐ง. ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐, ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ. ๐๐ก๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ซ.
แดแดษชสษชษดษข: (แดแด๊ฑแด) แด๊ฑแดแดสษชแดษด x ๊ฐแดแด! แด แดแดแดษชสแด! สแดแดแด แดส, แด๊ฑแดแดสษชแดษด x ๊ฐแดแด! แดแดแด ! สแดแดแด แดส
Tw: Star-crossed lovers concept, Cazador, vampirism, medieval sexism, abuse of any kind, manipulation , blood, torture, torment, violence, suicide attempt/mentioned, mentions of intimacy, death, murder, stake to the heart, angst, reincarnation. Not edited, pictures ain't mine, I got them off Pinterest.
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