Please stop calling yourself “stupid” or “pathetic” or any number of similar words for not doing something different to prevent your trauma. Even if there were things you could have done differently, you still didn’t deserve your trauma and you deserve to forgive yourself.

my main goal in life is to be as mysterious as possible. i want to exude an ancient vampiric vibe that makes people question what they just saw

Late Night With The Devil, 2024.

"who radicalized you" ever since i was a child i wanted other people to be treated nicely and fairly because i didnt understand why theyd deserve otherwise and it fills me with disgust seeing how people treat their fellow human beings sometimes

messy eater

men's waists be so small like what do you need that for? for other men to grab it?

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The Crow (1994) dir. Alex Proyas

*spongebob narrator voice* ah… the temptations of the flesh

Well, obviously I am having lots of feelings and thoughts about Astarion marrying at the moment... So here's another - steamy - one:

No way is this man going to wait until the end of the celebration to have you - to consummate this marriage. He's been eyeing you in your little outfit all throughout the day already. No way is he going to be able to keep his hands off you a moment longer.

As soon as possible he will drag you somewhere for at least a little privacy to devour you. Guests be damned. Telling you he loves you until the words make no sense anymore while he's fully losing himself to you being inside of you.

And you return to your own wedding reception just a little unshevelled, hair a little more messy and your cheeks just ever so delightfully flushed from when Astarion had you up a wall worshipping and praising you nonstop just a few heartbeats ago.

starry comp

No thoughts. Only rushed, clumsy, giggly sex with Astarion the second the two of you are finally alone. Literally ripping buttons off of clothes trying to get them off as quickly as possible to get at skin you can no longer go without touching. Foreheads knocking together even when you break apart from a kiss just bc you'd rather die than go too far. Sharing breaths as you laugh at how ridiculous the two of you are. Lovesick. Lustsick. Dazed. He tries to plant a kiss to the side of your face as your head lulls to the side, pleasure making you all jelly limbed and weak, but his teeth press against the skin of your cheek instead bc he can't stop grinning.