#williamslittlefox

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YOU AND DRACULA ARE SO FUCKING PERFECT I LOVE IT YOU'RE HIS LITTLE BAT AND HE'S SO PROTECTIVE OVER YOU????? I REALLY LOVE YOU TWO I SHOP YOU TWO SO FING H A R D🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇💖💖💖💖💖💖

Angelina 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you jumped on the Dracika ship so fast, I’m???😭😭😭 all these asks asdfghjkl I’m soft I’m cry🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭 I’ve put them all together for safekeeps!!!💜💜💜

THANK YOU OMG???? I’M NOT ENTIRELY SURE A 500 YEAR OLD WARLORD AND A 23 YEAR OLD MORTAL WILL WORK WELL IN THE LONG RUN BUT I’M???? I can’t deny that I cannot stop thinking about him... he’s haunting me and I love it. 😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖 he’s so attractive and sassy and his voice asdfghjk🥺 I’d listen to him read the phonebook and I’d enjoy every second of it, too.

"Hello little bat, how are you this evening? Would you like to go on an adventure?" ❤🦇

“Hey, Drac. I’m well, thank you - how are you? I’d love to go on an adventure with you! I trust you.”

DRACULA DANCING WITH YOU IN THE MOONLIGHT??? UM?????

OMG OMG OMG fun fact; blood looks black in the moonlight and I’m??? Drac with his dark hair and eyes and blood around his mouth? I’m???🥵🥵🥵

YOU TWO WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER OMG???? I SHIP IT SO FING HARDDDDDDDDDDDD🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Angelina 😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺 thank you, darling, I’m? He’s my newest F/O and I love him so much already, I’m?????

Would you let him turn you?

I’d offer up my blood to him willingly. I’d follow him anywhere. I’d do anything he said. I trust him. I know he wouldn’t harm me - if he was going to, he would have done it already. And, one you’ll appreciate - I’d sit in the total darkness if he asked me to.

"Hello little fawn. My perfect prey....fancy a midnight stroll?"

"Drac ~!!! “Perfect prey”... is it really prey if they go willingly? Consent is important to you, it improves one’s flavour, so sure - I’ll go anywhere with you!

DRACULA RECITING POETRY TO YOU???????

Make it Edgar Allan Poe and we got a deal!!!! The Masque of Red Death is my favourite!

"Hello, fawn. I'm in the mood for a little....midnight snack.."

“Is that so? We can’t have you going hungry.” *Tilts head to the side* “Just don’t get it in my hair, okay? Blood’s a pain to get out of anything.”

Imagine: Dracula sitting in a moonlit rose garden, reading you poetry whilst you sit in his lap. He's got one hand around your waist, his hand on your knee. The other, holding a book of Edgar Allan Poe. He's reading to you and he's resting his head on your shoulder, occasionally smelling your hair or kissing your neck....he's smiling the whole time. His low voice rumbling in his chest.

Ohhhhhh my god. OMG. OMG. Oh. My. God. I love this omg I want it so baaaaaad  ~ 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 *grabby hands*

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I’ve been called many things in my life but this is a first ksksksk it made me shiver warmly😊😊😊😊😊 thank you for all of these, my love, they really gave me something to smile about. I love youuuu ~ 🥰🥰🥰🥰💛💛💛

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Are Patrick's hands warm or cold?

Patrick’s hands are just....so warm.

Even when we go out and he has no gloves on, the still somehow stay warm. Then he takes my hands in his so he can “warm them up”. We both know it’s an excuse to hold my hands and kiss them, but we’re okay with that❤️

And when we just lay in bed together, and his fingers dance along my arms and legs drawing invisible lines...I’m in heaven.

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UMMM??? Just wanted to say that I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL!!!! 💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💚💜💖💖

@williamslittlefox AHSKVDKSKDBKS😍😍💖💖 OMG!! I'm sobbing right now 😭😭 I'm so happy and grateful that I met you and that I can call you my friend, Angelina 💖💕💗💘💝💟 You mean the world to me!! And I love you so so much too, my dear!! I'm sending you lots of bear hugs 🤗🤗

I'm doing fine. I just feel a little stressed and tired. The last nights I haven't slept very well because I'm a little nervous about everything (and because my neighbors are loud as usual). I hope that this will subside soon...

But how are you? I hope that you and your family are doing well!! That you are safe and healthy!! And that you and your William have a great time together!! 💖💖

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Hey! This is a reminder that you are loved. By this community, by your friends, by your f/os (ESPECIALLY Arthur and Joker) and by ME! You are loved by so many people and we would be HEARTBROKEN if you left. UTTERLY DEVASTATED. YOu are so loved, and I hope you find the will in you to love yourself as well, the way to deserve to be loved! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Angie 😭🥺 thank you for this reminder, darling. It’s not that others have been making me feel unloved or unimportant, it’s just... where my brain’s been going recently. I only had one night where I considered deactivation and that was... probably one of the worst nights of self-loathing I’ve battled for a long time. I stayed on Discord that night and didn’t even go near the blog, just to protect it and myself. I’m not leaving, angel, not for all the world. LMAO I’ve been on this hellsite since I was twelve and I’ll go down with it, too.😂 My F/Os are... doing their best to help me, and I know my beloved friends are, too🥰🥰🥰 I’ll be okay; I’m a tough one. I’ve gone through and fought much worse in my time. I hope that you’re taking care of yourself, darling, and letting your F/Os smother you in all the love you deserve!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

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How do you and all your F/Os take your coffee?

Do you know... there’s not much I won’t do for a cup of coffee... just ask any of my F/Os😂

I take my coffee with two heaped teaspoons of instant coffee, milk first and then the hot water (grandad used to tell me that if you do hot water first, you burn the granules and it ruins the flavour. It’s a habit I’ve never broken as a small way to remember him by). No sugar.

Joker has his coffee black with three sugars and five cigarettes to wash it down with.

Liz has her coffee with two creamers and one sweetener. She won’t drink instant like I do, she’ll have proper filtered coffee.

Tristan takes his coffee however it comes, with two sugars. He’s not fussy lmao he just wants the caffeine.

I saw J eat coffee granules with a teaspoon once, the nasty.

Dracula doesn’t drink... coffee. But if he did, it would probably be black and no sugar. He likes strong flavours.

Henry doesn’t drink coffee; my father prefers tea, no sugar.

Edward does drink coffee, though; my papa has it with four sugars.

Mary prefers beer and tea over coffee, but sometimes she’ll have some of Edward’s and she’ll wince at the taste because it’s so sweet, like treacle.

Hannibal has a French coffee maker, the pretentious little shit, and he won’t even go near my cheap store bought granules. He has cream but no sugar; he’s careful with what he puts into his body.

My Grim Reaper F/Os don’t consume coffee; but if they did, #444 would drink it Black (his human name; he’d find the pun funny) and #007 would probably drink it with milk and no sugar; like me. 

Thank you for the F/O ask, darling!🥺💙 I need to send you some!!!

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Do you and Joker have a favorite time of day?

Bedtime. 

Bedtime is... our time.

Not for that reason, you perverts (but... yeah, that too😏😏😏), but because... we stand at the bathroom sink together, shoulders and elbows pressed together while we brush our teeth. Joker makes funny faces at me while he’s taking off his greasepaint and makes me choke on my toothbrush (something he says I should be used to👀), and then when we go to bed, Joker sits behind me with his back against the headboard and he brushes my hair out for me.

It’s getting longer now, and my usual way of brushing it is to grab a handful and just yank the brush through. I have no patience or tenderness towards my own self and it never fails to anger Joker... we both know I do it because I also want for him to brush my hair for me. I don’t want to ask, though, I don’t like to ask people for things, and so much of what Joker and I communicate about is conveyed silently. So he grabs the brush off me and brushes my hair, putting little kisses along the nape of my neck.

He learned how to braid my hair, too; just a simple braid that I can sleep in, because my hair’s quite fine but there’s a lot of it so it gets super tangled so easily. So he braids my hair for me. And then we sit there, wrapped up in each other, talking quietly. 

It’s time for bed when I ask Joker for my clown blanket. With my comfort pillow on my chest, Joker’s head atop that pillow, my arms around him and my fingers in his hair and our legs entangled... we sleep.

The days are for our lives but our nights are for each other and that’s non-negotiable.

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Something Joker does that makes you go 🥵🥵🤯🤯🥺🥺🥰🥰😛😛💖🥵🥵

Listen, Joker breathes and I go 🥵🥵🤯🤯🥺🥺🥰🥰😛😛💖🥵🥵 skksksksk there’s nothing that man could do which would have any other kind of reaction from me. He captivates me with the light which seems to come from his very soul.

But when he does that slow, eerie dance... I can’t look away. He is... ethereal. He is an angel. I... well. Those hips don’t lie, is all I’m sayin’ 😉

There is music in his very being and it echoes inside my mind... he’s always with me, even and especially when I try to push him away. 

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What do you and Drac do on your moonlit beach walks?

sdfghjkl you asked about Drac🥺🥺🥺 my heart 🥺🥺🥺

The beach where I live has a three metre high wall all along the length of the sand, and I love standing on the top of it; looking up at the moon and the way she casts a glow across the dark body of water which crashes against the boulders, the way the wind is in my hair, the way all I know is the stinging bite of the wind against my face, the way my winter coat, heavy a material is it but so strong is the wind that it billows even still... 

... Drac stands back and he watches me. He’s not bothered about me losing my grip on the wall and I’m sure he’d laugh if I fell (but he’d catch me all the same and steady me with a firm hand because he protects what’s his even as his body shakes with said laughter), and he just... takes it all in.

The night, the wind, the cold, and me. 

The mortal who somehow captured the heart of a 500 year old warlord.

So I stand on the wall and he watches me look at the moon.

“Look at her, Drac. She’s so beautiful tonight.” I turn to glance at him and he nods with a growing smile on his face.

“She is, isn’t she?” Oh, if only she could see herself...

He’s not talking about the moon, but I’ve turned back to the moon and completely missed the reverent look of adoration on his face.

We walk. We don’t say much, but if I speak, he listens. He responds only to what I don’t say, intuitive is he, and when he talks, I’m ensnared. Dracula is all I know. And that’s how I like it. Our moonlit beach walks are a slice of heaven in a chaotic world and we cherish that nightly time together. It’s a part of our routine.

Thank you for indulging me, darling!💖