once bitten, twice shy: a vampire kriselle playlist
inspired by a fic of the same name by @tiredandjaded on ao3
GO READ IT NYOOOOOOWWW
https://archiveofourown.org/works/79881501/chapters/209650406

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

Love Begins
One Nice Bug Per Day

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AnasAbdin

shark vs the universe

Product Placement
Monterey Bay Aquarium
taylor price
Claire Keane
Peter Solarz

Origami Around
Cosmic Funnies
$LAYYYTER

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Game of Thrones Daily
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@imjusthereforvampires
once bitten, twice shy: a vampire kriselle playlist
inspired by a fic of the same name by @tiredandjaded on ao3
GO READ IT NYOOOOOOWWW
https://archiveofourown.org/works/79881501/chapters/209650406
krusie vampire au
DBZ villain: omg im getting buttfucked here
Blatantly more powerful character that isn't goku: heh im gonna play around with you a bit, just long enough to figure out a way to trick me or even power up
GOD FORBID buu died to something interesting
Yknow like the other 3-5 concepts placed on that saga that wasnt just fucking SSJ2 GOKU with a fucking genki dama
Fucking leave me alone
Ive had to block hundreds of harassers and anyone that wasn't busy harassing me spent their time picking apart everything I said and didn't say for every possible nitpick because yall just had to be so progressive which apparently meant taking about all the shit i apparently did wrong for the sake of nuance. Leave me alone
I'll see yall talk about this subject like you're more educated on it than the girls who have to live it every day and literally cannot speak on it. I see you speak about how you don't care about my friends. How that's a good thing. I see you debate endlessly about the nuances of this or that thing like the existence of my friends is a thought experiment. I see you talk about optics and cover your asses. Go fuck yourselves.
And don't pretend like I'm talking about the evil transmisogynysts. I knew what would happen. How the average tme, the terfs would react. But you were supposed to be our sisters. Their sisters. But it was just easier to act as if they didn't exist. I'm not surprised. I hope you feel some shame for what you did before I die.
#please dont die, we'll miss you
it's very important that you're friends with furries and trannies and faggots and freaks and perverts it's good for your soul
reblorg if you're a furry, a tranny, a faggot, a freak and/or a pervert!
full at https://x.com/glitchtwig/status/1993441976197480800/photo/1. (nothing crazy just tumblr tos)
A thoughtful addition to this post
Do we have any advice for the young trans woman besides yelling "start hrt" at her
be really really consistent with self gendering - it may feel weird at first but use your nouns - " I'm his sister", " I'm her daughter", " I'm an actress" - don't start with "bitch"
remember that every feminist principle you hold for cis women ALSO extends to you as a trans woman; and that there is no right or wrong way to be a woman, only expectations imposed on us by people we have no obligation to perform for. also, genuinely: have fun and be yourself, experiment and grow and reflect and look weird sometimes, but find joy in finding what it all means to you. you've got nothing you need to be and can take it wherever you wanna go 👍🏾
Straight up vamping it
I HAVE TO RIP MY TEETH OUT I HAVE TO RIP MY TEETH OUT MY FANGS ARE TRAPED UNDER THESE USELESS HUMAN CANINES
commissioned to draw a horse girl with free license so i turned her into a vampire because i'm a freak .. now let her drink you
"My son was completely fine"
Your daughter smiles when I tell her to lick my boot. She grins when I threaten her with electric shocks. When I put the barrel of a loaded gun in her mouth, she lets it go all the way to the base, her eyes fixed dead on the hammer.
Completely fine, yes; for a pilot of her station. She's doing exactly what she should be. But as a son? That poor, useless thing, working variably dead-eyed behind the counter at a dead-end job or nowhere at all? Entirely insufficient.
She talks about you sometimes. Not in any recognizable way, of course; nothing she could possibly understand as motherhood exists in her memories. Not of you, not of anyone. Just dreams. Dreams of a mysterious, distant woman and an unfamiliar voice telling her she's wrong. I'll admit, you've been useful at times; she is often wrong. But training out your unhelpful damage to her has been a hassle to say the least. I've never seen a pilot so reckless, so ignorant of its own pain, so tolerant of Hell, until I met your daughter.
I have no jurisdiction on Earth unless one of my pilots is stationed there. She has been instructed to stay far away from that planet, to keep you far away from her. These two things do not mean I would not gun you down the moment I saw you if I was given the opportunity. I suspect watching your limp, lifeless body, gushing blood from every bullet hole would heal Pilot #502 in a way no amount of forced amnesia, no amount of sedation, no amount of re-education ever could.
I'm sure you've heard the stories; you've probably shared some yourself. Young men disappear one day. A simple note, a calling card left in their place, emblazoned with the insignia of Station Delta. We have quite the reputation among broken mothers, blinded by the tears in their eyes and the fantasies they tell themselves, as nothing more than kidnappers. Some kind of wicked draft desperate to take their beloved sons from them; those sons they never gave another look to until they were already under our care.
We don't mind it. A scared populace is useful. But mark my words, and repeat them at your own peril:
She chose this.
And you dare cry for her?
feral vampire butch who can barely restrain themself, staring hungrily at your neck while they talk to you, baring their fangs occasionally as they imagine sinking their teeth into you and feasting on your perfect blood, and always staying very close to you to make sure no other vampires get you
I am not a whimsical magical item you can collect. I am a goddamn cursed sword and you WILL use me to decapitate your many enemies
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