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Fandhul looks like one of Vendetta's fiends.

I LOVE THATRRERR

#fandhul bad making fiends mentioned #omggg #onggg. omg #YEAH;#my singing monsters #making fiends

Zayne's photoshoot was actually my favorite this time! and this outfit of his? very good!

#love and deepspace #lads zayne #will post the others soon #i just saw that i have over 700 photos in game already #i cleared it out 3 weeks ago;;;#you know those smoking cigarette memes?#yeah;#i need to clear some of those out;;;#blame Xavier's myth #i had to clear out my photos after Rafayel's myth too

passi0nlip replied to your post: If you did want to watch it, skipping the first...

Honestly, I enjoy it because a) Uber violence does it for me, and b) Non-fights are basically super soft moments of a support group slowly moving this wreck of a man through therapy.

YEah, like, I don’t mind blood and guts and all that in general, it’s, just, like, this specific manner of spilling blood and guts, is a bit... not as fun as other things that involve that, for me, personally;

#passi0nlip #replies #WORDS HA R D;#like; as a general rule I don't mind but there's like; a Misery Limit or whatever #I really don't know how to describe my precise personal issues with it but like #yeah;

Bridgeton/Regency Verse (as per request for: @seachant because she my lovely nini :3)

Miss Esmeralda Valmont was not a lady one easily overlooked—though many had tried, and failed, in equal measure.

Born to a family of respectable standing yet modest fortune, she possessed neither the dazzling wealth that turned heads nor the quiet meekness that ensured invisibility. Instead, she carried herself with a certain unteachable assurance—chin lifted just so, eyes keen with observation, as though the world were a puzzle she had long since decided to solve.

Her beauty, while undeniable, was not of the delicate sort so often praised in drawing rooms. There was something sharper about her—something that lingered. A glance too direct. A smile that suggested she knew far more than she let on. Gentlemen found themselves intrigued before they could help it, and occasionally unsettled once they realized it.

Esmeralda was not inclined toward idle chatter nor the practiced coyness expected of her sex. She spoke when she had something worth saying—and when she did, it was with a wit that could charm or disarm, depending entirely on her mood. Many admired her. A fair number misjudged her. Very few truly understood her.

She had long since learned that society was a stage, and she, though unwilling, was expected to play her part. Yet Esmeralda had never been one to follow a script too closely. Rules, after all, were often written by those with the least imagination.

And so she moved through ballrooms and whispered conversations alike—not as a passive figure to be observed, but as a presence to be reckoned with.

Whether she would become the season’s most celebrated lady… or its most whispered scandal… remained, as ever, entirely in her own hands.

#unyielding miss valmont / * regency .#yeah;