Fuck infold and fuck all these toxic fans that had valko removed. I hope all those fans know exactly all the damage they've done. Both player wise AND story wise. You mean to tell me that we would've knew about the aethercores through valko??!!! And now that he's fucking gone, things are going to be rewritten?????!!!!! Not only that but we won't have any new love interests in the future. Have you cunts never played an otome game before??? There are SUPPOSED TO BE MORE LOVE INTERESTS TO MAKE THE STORY MORE INTERESTING YOU FUCKING DIPSHIT. HAVING ONLY 5 LOVE INTERESTS AND 5 ALONE IS SO FUCKING BORING. If you genuinely don't like valko till the point where you want him gone, THEN GO JUMP OFF A FUCKING BUILDING!!! FOCUS ON YOUR GOD DAMN MAINS INSTEAD OF HIM IF YOU HATE HIM SO MUCH!!!!!! LEAVE HIM TO THE PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY WANT HIM INSTEAD OF BITCHING AND CRYING AND WANTING HIM GONE!!!!
As a diehard Luka stan who will defend him to the moon and back, Let me just vent something out.
There are 9 episodes left and in all the leaks i've seen, I HAVEN'T SEEN MY GUY AT ALL. Unless there's an episode that haven't been leaked that could be a luka episode— Which i doubt it could be— Then i better expect that episode to tell us EVERYTHING about luka in full detail and how he's feeling and what's happening with him. (And maybe some more Irupe interactings with him. I think their cute.)
My name is Maram, I am 25 years old from Gaza. I dreamed of a peaceful life, spending my life with my husband and my three children... but the war turned this dream into an impossible one 💔😭. We lived through this genocide with all its painful details and we are still suffering from it😭. We were so happy when the ceasefire was announced, and we returned to our homes in northern Gaza after being displaced for a year and a half in a tent in the south of the Gaza Strip. After repairing a small room in our destroyed house, we began to live there and start over. Unfortunately, the war came back, and it was even stronger than before 💔. Now, we have no shelter or source of income. We have used up all our savings during the war. I know I created my campaign very late, but that's because I have no other means to help my family 🙏. I am completely confident and hopeful that someone here will help us as much as they can and save my family in these tough circumstances 😔.
I know how painful and frustrating it is to start over from scratch, but I hope to get any amount for my family 🥺🙏.
My name is Maram, a Palestinian woman from Gaza. I am 26 years old and a mother of three children: Malik (8 years old), Ibrahim (6 years old
So, please, donate to my campaign, even if it's a small amount—it will have a big impact on us 🥺. May God bless you, my friend 🥰❤️.
My name is Mahmoud. I live in Gaza with my family, and we are going through a very difficult financial situation. I tried to create a donation link for my family, but I couldn't find someone to help organize and manage the campaign 🥺💔So my friend Ahmed decided to support me by sharing his own family’s donation link, and we agreed to split the donations between our two families.
Right now, we have almost no food, and the cost of living has become unbearable due to the siege, soaring prices, and the closure of all crossings.Everything has doubled in price in an unimaginable way 🥲🥺
We might be forced to flee to southern Gaza after the announcement of a full invasion of Gaza City 💔
The bombing and destruction never stop — not for a single moment. There is no longer any real life in Gaza. We are just struggling to survive, trying to secure the bare minimum: water and food.
Winter is coming, and we have no winter clothing after our home was destroyed and we were displaced multiple times 😭🥲Please, we urgently need financial help to buy food and store some in case the situation worsens.
This is our donation link.
Please remember: donations are shared between two families. So, for the sake of God, help us, my friend. Save our children, my younger siblings, my parents, and even my older siblings — we are all homeless and hungry 🥺🥲💔
My Story: From the Hell of War to the Search for Safety My name is Ahmed, a 20-year-old young man from Gaza. Since the war began, my life ha
Belift is now suing Team bunnies and i'm so happy. Sue them all. I don't give a shit if they're minors. SUE. THEM ALL.
These people were comfortable on the internet, slutshaming Illit girls, fatshaming wonhee ("pighee") while skinny shaming Moka ("Moka's skinny legs"), Making ableist jokes about wonhee ("downhee"), SAYING THAT WONHEE, A FUCKING MINOR, ALONG WITH OTHER MEMBERS SLEPT WITH THEIR BOSS And now they wanna play victim that "They're suing minors over words!!!"
Be so fucking for real. If you make degrading comments to a group that has a MINOR in it while YOU'RE also a minor, then you can't use your age as a shield. That's not how it works. You were a minor bullying a minor.
Looking back at season 2/3 Lukanette interactions after seeing mister agreste, i can't help but view their interactions with a sad lens.
I can't help but frown everytime i see those cute lukanette interaction scenes because despite both of them looking at each other with love, it all came crashing and burning down with one episode.
Now Luka is in a different country, moping and isolated because he doesn't want to be bitter and jealous of Adrien and Marinette's relationship.
I'm not even the biggest Lukanette fan but why are we seriously blaming teenagers for still having feelings for their first crush/partner. Like. Are we fr??? Even adults don't move on that easily (read: Miss Natalie), are you really pressed that Luka still has feelings for Marinette?? Be so fucking for real c'mon
THIS because why am i seeing people on tiktok bitching about Luka still having feelings for Marinette while also complaining that he needs to "AcT hUmAn FoR oNcE" like??? A teenage boy is still hung over for their first love and somehow that's unrealistic???
How much would you give for a single slice of watermelon?
Hundreds of dollars?
Would you risk loosing a limb?
Would you risk your life?
Manny people in Gaza would, because the risk of being shot to death is worth the chance to keep the hunger at bay for a little longer.
Manny parents in Gaza would risk never seeing their children again, just for the chance at filling their sons and daughters aching stomachs.
For manny people in Gaza, this situation isn’t a hypothetical, but a reality.
For my good friend Aya Hassaouna, this is her life.
Aya is a Palestinian mother of three. She’s pregnant and is due to give birth within a week.
While most women would be surrounded by family, preparing a nursery, and taking their last few neonatal vitamins, counting down the days until they can meet their baby, Aya is worried what malnutrition has done to her child.
Her husbands foot was injured a couple of months ago, and became painfully infected. He can therefore not help provide for her and her children. Aya is responsible for her family’s survival alone. She doesn’t know how she will get to a clinic to give birth or who will take her there. She doesn’t have any clothes for her baby. She doesn’t have any food to feed her starving children. She has lost friends and family, yet cannot stop to grieve them, lest she or her family die to.
The situation worsens as the violence and bombings continue, aid and food is still blocked from entering, and nessesaties become luxury’s. The weight of the terror, hunger, sadness, anger and hopelessnes that Aya carry’s become heavier and heavier with each passing day.
They cannot escape. They are trapped in a cage and starved. They are being killed in the most slow and inhumane way imaginable.
The only reason her family has been able to survive at all is because of the generous donations of the people here on the internet.
Please help Aya and her family afford food, clothes for the baby and medicine for her husband and ill child!! Help them survive this hell made by Israel!
If you can spare anything, even just a dollar, please donate! Your contribution, no matter how small, could be the difference between life and death for Aya and her family!! Even if you can’t donate, please share, both with people online and irl, reblogg, spread it to anyone who might listen and donate!! Ayas life could depend on it!
Your shared donations and voices have become the lifeline that is keeping Aya and her family afloat! So please save a mother and her children!!!
Ayas previous campaign was shared twice by @90-ghost!
My name is Aya Hassouna, and I’m a mother from Gaza.
I live in the heart of wa… Fatima Quddus needs your support for Your Help Brings Ho
It's been 4 days since there's been a donation. Please donate whatever you can and share. We need some donations, please, for Aya and her family, especially now that they have a newborn daughter to take care of!
While evacuating on foot from north to south, my twin daughters Alma and Lama were thirsty. I stopped to get them water, and we were delayed for just a few minutes… Suddenly, a car right in front of us was bombed, and dozens of people were torn apart between the dead and the wounded. DONATE NOW
If we hadn’t stopped, we would have been among them.
My wife collapsed in tears of fear, and my children screamed in my arms. Every step of this displacement is a struggle to survive — with no shelter, no food, and under relentless bombardment.
Please don’t let us die.
Your donation — even the smallest amount — is the difference between life and death for my family.
We rely on your support for our life, our food, and our medicine.
Donate now We need your help more than ever We are trying to gather the costs for relocation once again and the bombing does not stop We have nothing left and your support could save our lives
In the past 13 hours, I have received only 17 euros Please my children and wife are in real danger. Every donation from you could save their lives. Don’t leave us alone—donate now before it’s too late
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Synopsis: You are the Countess who has married and summoned the Archfiend Sovereign. Now, the Silverwinged Fiend is your devoted husband, prepared to indulge your every desire.
Rating: Explicit (just straight up smut with no plot). This work is only intended for a mature audience.
Word count: 1k
Tags: Smut, PwP, vampire!sex, married!sex, P in V sex, missionary, vampire biting, blood drinking, bloody kisses, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, clothed Sylus, naked MC, needy MC, Second Person PoV
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"My dearest wife," Sylus purred, thrusting his hips deeper into you. He barely had any patience to unbutton his coat and push down his trousers just enough to free his length, before he took you.
After all, you were such a delicious feast, all sprawled out naked on your marital bed, the crimson sheets decorated with rose petals as you waited for your husband. The moment he drew away the curtain of the canopy, you had bitten you lip and whined how much you needed him. With inhuman speed, he obeyed your command.
Now his form towered over you, pumping his thick cock inside your slick channel, while you whined and whimpered beneath him. He wanted to make sure you felt all of him, everything he had to give, everything that was yours and only yours.
"My dear Countess, won't you talk to me? Or have I already rendered you speechless?" he continued to purr on a low, whispered level, his face lowering towards yours. This close, you noticed how bright his crimson irises glowed, focused to capture all of your littlest reactions.
"Ahh, Sylus, you're so… so big!" you moaned, barely able to speak as he pistoned into you, his large hands grabbing onto your hips to steady himself.
"What an astute observation, my Lady. It seems you're not too far gone. But fret not, there is still plenty of time tonight. Even as dawn crests into morning, we shall still be entangled as a wife and husband should."
Another high pitch moan left your throat as he pushed all the way inside and ground against your mons. His lips attacked your jaw, kissing and sucking on your skin. Your hands wrapped around his neck to keep him close. You never wanted to part from Sylus. Never. Your bodies had to be just as entwined as your souls.
"Bite me, Sylus, feed on me," you whispered, guiding his head further down your neck.
He chuckled against your skin, his breath hot. "You're greedy, my beloved wife. Only your blood shall enter my veins and sustain me. That is what you desire, right?"
He licked the sensitive skin of your throat, preparing the area for his feast. Kitten licks switched to gentle sucking, and then to blunt teeth trailing over the warmed up skin. His jaw opened wider, and finally his canines pierced your neck and drew out your delicious blood.
"Yes!" you screamed, and you didn't know if it was a response to his earlier question, or a shout of satisfaction as you reached the small death around the teeth in your throat, and the cock buried deep inside your cunt.
Sylus growled as he felt your walls pulsing around his length and hot blood pooling in his mouth. It wouldn't be long until he was overcome with pleasure too, as your body offered him the most sinful and delightful of ecstasies. His wife, half of his soul, his unforgivable sin in the fabric of eternity, the very thing that has imprisoned him. And freed him at the same time.
He feasted on the essence of your life, detaching himself just before he took too much, just after the venom of his spit made you pliant and so satisfied. You delighted in this hazy feeling, having lost enough blood to feel its absence, and given plenty to fill your lover. It was so exhilarating, to feel like you were dreaming, yet everything that happened around you was complete reality.
He still stretched you open, plunging into your warm depths as you still shuddered from your earlier orgasm. Your heart beat faster to pump new blood to replace what you've lost for the sake of your beloved. You loved the warmth spreading from your bite wound, encompassing your entire body with a longing desire to let your bloodthirsty fiend keep taking you and from you endlessly.
You didn't let your husband lick the blood from his lips and fangs, instead you crashed his mouth onto yours, so you both may share a bloodied kiss. He groaned and chased your lips, your tongue, as his cock stuffed you full of himself and rested there.
Your blood tasted of iron and salt as he whimpered on your tongue, pumping you full of his seed. He emptied inside of you all that he had to give, until it spilled out of your overfilled channel, his white essence dripping down your thighs to stain the crimson sheets below.
You two parted to inhale a fresh breath, the air around you thick with the scent of sex, blood, and your shared bliss.
Sylus smirked, and nuzzled the side of your neck, inhaling the sweet cherry wine scent of the dried blood on your throat. His saliva healed the wound, only twin pinpricks left behind, and a thin trail of your blood that spilled on the pillow beneath your head. He would never be able to satiate himself, not when you smelled and tasted like the most divine of ambrosia he had the pleasure of stealing from unworthy gods. He reveled knowing you were his and his alone, so willing to fulfil all of his desires.
As Sylus rested against the skin of your neck, you gathered him in your arms, carding gentle fingers through the long, soft, silky strands of his hair. His heavy weight on top of you, and the fact you were still intimately connected, blanketed you into a serene and complete aftermath.
"Sylus?"
He didn't respond verbally, just hummed, his face still buried in the skin he loved so much.
"Don't you want to take off your clothes?"
"Oh?" he chuckled, rising on his elbows to look down at you, at your flushed face and swollen lips. "I wasn't aware I had such an impatient wife. But I already promised you the entire night and morning, so it would be unbecoming of me to not do good on my word."
Sylus detangled himself from your body, leaving you empty and cold. He stood up and slowly shrugged off his coat, his waistcoat, his neck tie and blouse. His cock already stood thick and hard anew as he fully pushed down his trousers, joining you in complete nudity.
As he stepped onto your bed once more, your body heat up instantly. You could never resist the allure of your husband.
"You shall have everything you desire from me, my dearest wife."
Notes: Well, I cannot stop thinking about Sylus and his new Myth, so because I can't concentrate on anything else, I had to write some smut about it. Also, I'm perfectly normal about Sylus calling MC his "dearest wife", I am absolutely not feral over that line ever since I heard it. Anyway, I couldn't resist the deliciousness that is Vampire Fiend Sylus, and neither could MC. Thank you for reading!
The children need your support. They haven’t received any help for days — this is heartbreaking for the 3 children and their mother, who have no one to rely on.
Please donate any amount, even 5€, Your kindness can bring them hope after these difficult days.
I cannot provide for them because the war destroyed our home and I cannot work, even though I have a university degree. Every day is a fight
Can you help me by donating what you can so we can evacuate southern Gaza City before it's too late, because the occupation has ordered the killing of all of us? Help us escape to a safe place for the safety of my young children. Thank you.
Sadly i cannot donate but to others reading this post, please donate or even share the post if you can't.
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