#blurd

[listard]

I love this trio

[sinning-23]

Swallow

Ok so i may or may not have become slightly hyper-fixated and obsessed over this fucking clow um its okay tho take this as a peace offering for falling off track with kinktober

Quick blurb w Buggy and a Sword Swallower Reader that kinda awakens something in him-

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It made him sick. Well, that wasn't true, it made him hot but that's beside the point. He had forgotten how you even managed to sneak your way onto his crew anyway. Right now he could hardly focus on anything other than the way you just slid that sword down your throat with such ease it made his fucking knees wobble. Why the hell did you insist on doing that stupid act anyway? Who even approved- He did but again, that's beside the point.

He had watched you hours earlier, sizing each weapon up, measuring it a bit from the top of your throat to down your torso. Curious, he just had to ask what you were planning.

"Oh, sword swallowing!"

You said it so much excitement yet, nonchalantly. Now he'd seen some shit in his life but...a sword swallower? Ironic isn't it? He left you to your antics observing each side going from small, medium, to large. It didn't take much for his mind to wonder what else you could fit down your-

He's locked on your stance now, bent now at a 90-degree angle, showing off the hilt of the sword as your lips glistened in the spotlight. And just like that you were upright, sliding the metal out and bowing, that pretty smile plaster over your damn gorgeous face. You wave to your audience and exit, doing a bit of a 'jazz hands', 'ta-da!' motion as if to say "Can't believe that went so well!"

"Pretty cool, right Captain?" You sigh, briefly licking your lips. Oh, he's fuckin smitten with you.

He only widens his eyes and give a brief "Mhm", more happy you skipped off when you did.

God forbid you see the noticeable tent that he was struggling to hide.

[flock-talk]

When your husband isn’t done spawning in yet

[blurds]

[kajsa-writes-sometimes]

I've updated the resume for my current WIP. I've actually written a couple of chapters too, but they are too long to be published on Tumblr so I'll have to figure out what to do.

Until I figure out how to publish them here, I'll leave you with this blurb (I'm actually pretty pleased with it. What do you think?)

Miss Angelina Ravenloft wants a life of her own. She wants to decide where she lives, what she thinks, who her friends are, and most importantly, who to love. All of this would have been impossible if not for a group of friends filled with supportive, equal minded people.

While Angelina makes a life for herself in Hemwick with the help of the young vicar, Jean Habernath, Miss Amanda Pailey, and Mrs. Miranda Marlowe, her writings attract the attention of the Duke of Northern Hemwick.

When Angelina receives a letter in which the Duke offers to become her patron, her life takes a turn she could not have predicted.

Soon she will become a first hand witness of the drama surrounding the young Duke as if she hadn't had enough to deal with already.

Amanda Pailey is getting married, a lady from the church has been trying to set her and the Vicar up for years, the new secretary at the paper immediately caught her eye, and she still needs to find time to write her next novel.

Follow the struggles of Miss Angelina Ravenloft as life seems to keep trying to derail her efforts to live her life on her own terms.

[softyjaem]

Au + trope + prompt

Supernatural + strangers to lovers + "you never saw me me"

[6:09]

The sharp, cold bricks dug into your shoulder blade as the man held a knife against your throat with clammy hands. The misty night air blew into your face with each of his rugged breaths. His chest heaved unnervingly and his eyes were hooded with a glint of something unpredictable. He had clearly gone made and you were facing the brunt of his insanity. You cursed yourself for walking home alone at night.

"Give me your money," he demanded, stuttering over his words. You couldn't tell if he was drunk or just crazy, but didn't want to risk it either way. "Ok, ok" you tried to sooth his anticipation in hopes he wouldn't just stab you right then and there.

Before you had the chance to pull out your wallet, the assalent was thrown to the ground and you were left in a state of shock, shaking and mumbling in fear. Every muscle and nerve in your body was heightened, and yet you felt frozen in place; unable to move or run. You looked up to find a man dressed in all black. He grabbed the mugger by his collar and lifted him from the ground effortlessly. He had your attacker quivering in fear and running for his life. He ran out of the alleyway, leaving the shiny silver knife that was pressed against your throat just moments before laying on the cold, hard cement. You lifted your chin and cowered away, eyes glossed over from the panic that refused to fade away. "W-who are you?" You managed to stutter out in a shaky voice.

Vampire!Yuta, who was barely visible in the dark light of the ally looked up at you. "You didn't see me." His voice was honeyed and gruff, but that wasn't what caught your attention.

Under the effervescent moon you could've sworn his eyes flashed red; and before you could question it, he was gone.

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[listard]

Blurd needs more screentime he’s lowkey my favorite

Ooooh! First ask in a year, thank you so much!! 0>

Hehe, good! I think Blurd deserves to appear more often in my blog, and since you like him so much, I have this

Heh, I think Leon is a little happy to see him too ;]