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anxietytwist · 11 months

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𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐮́𝐝𝐞𝐳

“𝐂𝐚𝐥”

[ xx | 𝟻'𝟷𝟷" | Agender | PanDemi | 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧❤𝐍𝐢𝐱 ]

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⟨Style⟩

ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ

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ᴄᴀꜱᴜᴀʟ

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ʜᴀɪʀ

“𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬, & 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘺.” (kept up during training/ combat/formal events/etc...)

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⟨Creatures⟩

“𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐬”

♂️ (Golden Tabby Tiger)

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⟨Notes⟩

ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ➙ They/Them ʙᴜɪʟᴅ➙ 𝘈𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤

ꜰᴀᴋᴇ-ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ➙ 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ꜱʏᴍʙᴏʟ➙ ❄️

ʀᴜɴᴇꜱ➙ ...

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦 prefers their friends to call them by their nickname: “𝐂𝐚𝐥”

They're touch-averse (but are comfortable PERSONALLY making contact with a select few people ... & even enjoying it if it's 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧), the only loving touch they experienced growing up was from their mother; after her death they began to find incoming physical contact revolting 😖

Even though their fathers DESPISE each other, 𝐂𝐚𝐥 & 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 get along surprisingly well (agreeing to be fake-date partners has the added bonus of annoying their fathers >:] + they've been mutually crushing on one another since that time at the fountain, if they're honest with themselves)

They don't enjoy killing or looking at dead bodies, but their upbringing & unfortunate personal experiences, has left them desensitized to a degree (they sadly still have nightmares about everything though) 💀😮‍💨

𝐂𝐚𝐥 is extroverted, yet shy (mostly due to how others tend to view/treat them), they enjoy going to parties but prefer to “soak in” the atmosphere instead of “actively” taking part in whatever the partygoers are doing

While they've been able to keep their face scar-free, even after all the intensive training they've had, the same cannot be said about the rest of their body (the most noticeable of their scars are the claw marks on their shoulder/neck from the bear attack) 🩹

𝐂𝐚𝐥 struggles when dealing with people who genuinely care about their well-being (as most are either afraid of them or want something from them), they're left feeling unsure if they really even deserve it

Most people (i.e. those that don't know them personally) assume their “flat” expressions are due to them being cold & unfriendly; instead they're simply nervous about being around strangers that most likely already have negative preconceived notions about them (😐 <-screaming internally)

𝐂𝐚�� always tries to be as formal/polite as possible with anyone they're unfamiliar with, but when around those they consider friends, their behaviour & speech becomes much more casual/sarcastic

They did their best to avoid completing the 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 (the very thought of killing another HUMAN made them feel sick, even hunting animals was hard for them), but watching their mother being beheaded broke something inside them ... ending in a room full of frozen corpses with only their mother's body left unscathed 🥶

In the aftermath of their icy explosion, 𝐂𝐚𝐥 spent their days in a semi-catatonic daze (they finally came back to themselves the day their father returned home; sobbing into his chest as he held them which was sadly the only time he's ever done so)

Everytime 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐧 calls them “𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑦” they melt inside (despite knowing he's just teasing them & that his choice of words don't mean anything in the end ... not that they'd want them to 😳!!! )

Despite their father's teachings, 𝐂𝐚𝐥 prefers to approach life/others with an empathetic attitude (but will NOT hesitate to “dispose of” anything that threatens them or those they care about)

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𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦 means “𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦” (Latin-> Scottish) 🕊️

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𝐼𝐹: @bloodlegacies

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[Approximate Heights]

Picrew used:

𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐬 is a BIG boy 🐅

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milacamilap-blog · 1 year

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Marena Amariel - Blood Legacies

https://br.pinterest.com/atenaoliverira/ifs/marena-amariel-blood-legacies/

Cold

Fierce Loyal

Not afraid to be blunt and rude

Don’t show weekness

Follow the rules, if you have a problem with the rules talk to the king

Sincere

Rough

And my new love ♥

@bloodlegacies

#Blood legacies #IF #interactive fiction #MyMC

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kdelarenta · 3 hours

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"she laughed and bathed in their blood" SIR that's a grieving CHILD 🙄🙄

meet my mc's

name: iris ellarian

li: hayden

story: blood legacies by @bloodlegacies

#iris ellarion they could never make me hate you 😤‼️#nat actually doing an edit with...TEXT??#that actually looks GOOD??#unheard of.#anyways say hi to my new traumatized pookie #my father is the worst man alive and i'm his favorite daughter vibezz #her father basically made her into a weapon by his image and now she has to spend her whole life beating the monster allegations...#she's down BAD for the people she loves it's insane #anyways play blood legacies - it's actually so fucking amazing #*my edits #meet my mc's #bl: iris #blood legacies #clown.txt

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snailmilkbiscuit · 4 months

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redraw of an oldie

#sdv shane #stardew valley #sdv #stardew shane #stardew valley shane #he looks grimier but this is me being more indulgent #tehehehheheeeeeeeeeee #oh chicken man what u do to me #carrying on the legacy of my shane brawling at bars headcanon #cw blood #cw injury

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xanahalfblood · 7 months

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severus snape

#severus snape #alan rickman #Severus #pro severus #snape fanart #professor snape #severus snape fanart #snape love #severus x reader #severusxharry #slytherin #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts legacy #the half blood prince #half blood prince #death eater #slytherin boys

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deathbypufferfish · 30 days

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yeah but what if they were vampire wives

#puffer legacy extras #ts4 #ts4 edit #sims 4 #simblr #sims edit #marinella terzi #dimitra galanis #this is from a while ago #like last month #they hadn't debuted yet but i wanted to post it for valentines #this is just a sneak peek #way more to come #its vampire wives through the ages #cw blood #tw blood

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crookedwingsims · 3 months

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Fun fact: Jonah has a half-brother! His name is Reno 💙

Reno has his life together, unlike a certain someone...

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #the sims #simblr #sims 4 screenshots #my sims #ts4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 legacy #blue blood save #oc: jonah

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coulson-is-an-avenger · 1 year

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good afternoon, if you buy, pirate, or in any way play or support Hogwarts Legacy, get off my blog. if you refuse to do the bare minimum to support Jewish and transgender people right now, i don't want you here. fuck right off

Plain text: good afternoon, if you buy, pirate, or in any way play or support Hogwarts Legacy, get off my blog. if you refuse to do the bare minimum to support Jewish and transgender people right now, i don't want you here. fuck right off

#mossy speaks #hogwarts legacy #your money supports one of the most influential transphobes and antisemites in the world #do some fucking research and support minority communities that are actively being murdered instead of playing the blood libel game #it's that easy

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bloodlegacies · 1 day

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Hello again, so Caio is the second most strong RO at their peak, that made me curious what makes him rank higher than the others?

Spoilers from Caio's route.

Caio is actually not human, not entirely. He's half-faerie, more precisely he's a fearshee, the male version of the Banshee fairy. In other words, he's basically a death faerie, which makes him much more powerful than others. That's why he's in a higher rank than his sister and others.

#ask #blood legacies #caio #Caio marven

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troglodytepixieeater · 4 months

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Another Blood Legacies fanart (@bloodlegacies). God. I am just trying to keep my mind off classes starting. This is a picture of Eleazar, Alexandra, and baby MC (Bianca). This is just how I imagine her parents. ❤️ I know it is not the best but my friend really enjoyed it and she is also in love with Blood Legacies. I made another fanart of Bianca and Hayden's family posing for a family painting (link)

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Alexandra sighed, pinching her husband's side. Eleazar didn't even react besides giving her a small glance, which made the painter clear his throat to remind the Lord to look forward to the painting.

Bianca, in the Warriors arms, leaned her head against her father's chest, about to fall asleep. Eleazar narrowed his eyes at the painter, who just seemed engrossed with his work, and Eleazar felt another pinch, however, this time to his buttocks, which made him jump a little.

"What are you doing?" Eleazar hissed toward his wife.

Alexandra only rolled her eyes and kept her eyes on the painter. "Smile. This is a family portrait."

Eleazar retorted back with a little bite. "I don't smile."

Alexandra raised an eyebrow. "Now, my dear, we both know that is a lie. If I remember last night clearly, you smiled quite a lot."

Eleazar didn't reply, but Alexandra saw the faintest touch of red on the tip of his ears. The lady of the house just sighed again.

"Is there a reason you're so stubborn?"

Eleazar pressed his lips together before whispering.

"This will be looked at by our people, our allies."

Eleazar said the word allies with dismay, and Alexandra didn't have to question which "ally" Eleazar was thinking of.

"I want to look strong, not like some soft lord that those thick-headed nobles think they can step on."

There was silence for a long moment before Alexandra spoke up. "You really can't expect to look tough with a baby in your arms, did you?"

Alexandra nodded towards their three-year-old, her curious eyes roaming the walls to look at the painter's other works. Eleazar started to say a retort but was stopped by a look from his wife.

"I don't agree; I understand where you are coming from; however, I will make a deal with you. I want another portrait of us all together when Bianca is older, and I want us all smiling in it."

Eleazar scoffed but just nodded his head after a quick moment. "Agreeable, but it will be a private portrait, not one that we have to send out to the court."

Alexandra stood on her tiptoes and kissed her husband's cheek in thanks, getting a small outraged cry from the painter for moving too much, whom the couple both ignored.

"It could be a present for when she is older, something to remember us by." Eleazar nodded his head in agreement, a soft look in his eyes as he looked at his love before turning back menacingly at the painter, which Alexandra had to hide her smile at.

#digital art #my art #my oc #interactive fiction #blood legacies #blood Legacies fanart #fanart #myart

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crush-zombie-drawan-sfw · 14 days

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It's been years and a few brain-breakings since I've drawn him last, but after playing through Blood Omen for a friend I felt like drawing some Kains

She's disappointed I don't draw him as "cute" as I used to, lol ;; I just wanted to be a little more accurate...! 😭 Although I'm softening him the further down the page(s) we go lol...

#I fantasize about annoying him #and now I'm playing Soul Reaver for her lol 👍#Legacy of Kain #Blood Omen #Kain

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teenytinyapprentice · 7 months

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a metamorphosis

#professor layton #jean descole #desmond sycamore #professor layton and the azran legacy spoilers #azran legacy spoilers #body horror #blood #teenytinyart #i drew this a month ago and completely forgot abt it lol

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animasola86 · 5 months

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Smutmas: A bloody mess

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Smut/Gore // Words: 1.7k // [Read on AO3!]

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Explicit sexual content! Blood kink! Period sex! Murder! (Killing poachers is not frowned upon!)

Synopsis: Diffindo is your favorite spell and all the poachers know about it, well, no, they are all dead. But you don't care, you'd rather engage in a blood covered quickie with your boyfriend.

Last warning: It is getting really messy (and gory and vulgar and filthy), you have been warned!

A bloody mess

You're a mess, inside and out, everything hurts, you're covered in blood from various sources and despite it all you have never felt more alive. Your voice echoes through the empty camp, the crate you're sitting on creaks dangerously with every forceful thrust as the boy in front of you holds onto your leg and drives his eager length into your eager hole, filling you with lust and anger and desperation for more.

Your fingernails dig into the old wooden box beneath you as you arch your head back and stare up through the canopy of the forest. The night seems darker than usual, yet there is a red hue all around you, you can almost taste it on your tongue. As your insides convulse, you let out a guttural groan that is answered by a grunt and soon after you find yourself pulled up against a slick body, held by a strong arm covered in cuts and bruises, and when you look at him, you see Sebastian smirking at you darkly.

Grabbing his bloody face with shaking hands, you don't care about any of it, you just need to taste and feel him, and you do as you claim his lips for a messy kiss, while he folds your body against his, your leg resting on his shoulder as he keeps pounding into you with fervour, your combined moans and groans swallowed by the other's mouth.

You hold onto him for dear life, your fingers digging into his sticky hair as you try to kiss him under the constant up and down, in and out of his thrusts, the strength he exerts against you like nothing you have ever experienced. But the pain that rushes through you is good pain, the best kind, the rewarding kind that builds and builds only to explode into nothing but pure bliss, over and over again, mirroring his frantic movements. Seconds you want to scream turn into seconds you can only moan, and then it happens again and again, always repeating.

Until your mind is completely empty and your body is absolutely useless and all you can do is hang in his embrace, whimper quietly, and let it happen.

You feel his hands cupping your ass before he grips at the soft flesh roughly, kneading and pulling your cheeks apart as he grunts against your mouth and lifts you off the crate and against his chest. Your arms wrap around his neck as you push yourself closer to him with the last bit of strength in your boneless body, while your head is spinning, the taste of metal and musk lingering on your tongue.

Moaning loudly and whimpering quietly, you feel him pushing deep with each frantic thrust, his cock plunging into your wet depths with reckless abandon. Your walls fluttering around him, your womb cramping and convulsing, you lean into the familiar sensation of painful pleasure, pleasurable pain, as your orgasm builds inside your aching stomach.

His grunts fill your ear and the stench of blood your nostrils as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, before you plant open-mouthed kisses over his pulse, his rapid heartbeat thrumming under your tongue. “Come for me, love,” you hear him groaning, his low voice gruff and demanding despite his words, as he grabs your ass firmer and teases his fingertips between your cheeks.

Shivers and shudders crash through your body as you comply, your face contorting in a mixture of agony and ecstasy as you lean your head back and find his dark gaze. The intensity in his eyes, his freckled face covered in blood, his messy hair even messier, all of it is enough to push you straight over the edge as the tension in your stomach explodes into a display of red-tinted lights, like blood spurting from an open wound.

You cry out as you come around him, your juices coating his front as he keeps pounding away relentlessly, the wet squelching sounds echoing through the quiet night. Your entire body spasms against him as you try to hold onto him while he fucks you through your release. Something warm and sticky drips down your rear, but you couldn't care less.

Finally the pleasure is bigger than the pain and you revel in it, your swollen lips pulled back to give him a tired smile before you collapse against him, your entire weight hanging in his strong arms as he continues to drive his length all the way into your quivering cunt until he lets out a low growl and with one final powerful thrust buries himself deep, prodding right against your cervix, and starts pumping his seed into your convulsing womb.

You moan under the sensation as he fills you up, his cock throbbing with each erratic squirt while he holds you tightly in his arms, his cheek leaning on your shoulder, his heavy breaths tickling your sensitive neck. After a moment of blissful ecstasy that vibrates through both of your bodies, he carefully sets you back on the crate and leans heavily against you, before he slowly pulls back, but not yet out of your clenching pussy.

Your shaking fingers dig into his hair, fingertips brushing against his scalp, as you lean in and shower his face with kisses, tasting blood and sweat and the cold night air on his heated skin. Your breaths slowly easing, while your heart still thunders away in your chest, you loosen your death grip around his neck and lean back fully, propped up on your arms as you watch him, your chest rising and falling fast, your breasts threatening to spill past your open shirt.

Sebastian looks at you with a smirk that never falters, his lips as swollen as yours, as he takes a small step closer, his cock pushing back in fully, eliciting a soft moan from you that is quickly swallowed by his eager mouth. Breathing heavily against each other, you feel yourself getting lost in his kiss all over again as he holds your face with both hands, determined to keep you boneless and light-headed.

You growl against him, playfully nibbling on his lower lip before you sink your teeth in it, causing him to flinch, but it doesn't stop him from kissing you more as the taste and feel of blood fills both of your mouths. Your senses are swimming, everything blurs into a moment of pure bliss and lust as you devour each other's lips.

In your combined haze you barely notice the footsteps behind you. Yet when a gruff voice echoes through the night, calling in disbelief: “What in Merlin's blasted beard happened here?”, you break from the heated kiss, your tongue licking over your raw lips. You both stiffen against each other for a second, before a rush of adrenaline crashes over you.

You look past Sebastian's shoulder and meet the disturbed gaze of a poacher who looks around the wrecked camp with wide eyes before staring at the two teenagers covered in blood and sweat, caught in a rather compromising position. Yet the thrill of it all, the stench of blood in your nostrils, the heat pulsing inside your core, the sight of several dead bodies scattered all around you, drives you on and even though your hand is shaking, you raise it and point your fingers at the shocked wizard who seems too appalled by everything to even react.

And then your voice splits the quiet night. “Diffindo!” You feel your magic rushing through your arm and with a flick of your finger you channel it forwards until the poacher is pushed back, stumbling, holding his cut throat as the spell slashes through the air around him. As you watch him fall to the ground, grunting and gurgling against the blood gushing out of his neck, fighting against inevitable death, you lick your lips and exhale loudly.

You feel Sebastian's chin resting on your shoulder after he turns his head away from the mess behind him. “You know, if I wouldn't be so extremely turned on by you and your bloodlust, I'd be really scared of you...” he chuckles against your ear before he nibbles on your earlobe playfully.

You place your tingling hand on his neck and rub soothing circles into his skin, calming him and yourself, before you grab his hair and pull his head back to make him look at you. He raises an eyebrow and gives you another smirk. You grimace at him and lean your head forwards until your mouths collide for a heated kiss. He indulges you and deepens the kiss with his tongue eagerly pressing against yours, your combined groans and moans quickly masking the noises of the dying poacher behind you.

When you finally break away, breathless and delirious, it is quiet again and you sigh deeply as you lean back on the crate once more, your eyes wandering down between your legs. He follows your unspoken request and slowly pulls his cock out of your tight embrace and you grunt under the sensation of your walls clenching around him as if they don't want him to go. You feel your insides convulsing and while you grit your teeth, you force yourself to jump off the wooden box and stand on trembling legs, before you feel something warm and sticky pumping out past your quivering folds.

You don't have to look to know that your thighs are covered in cum mixed with your own blood. You are a mess, an utter mess, yet when you look up at the boy who has placed his big warm hands on your waist, supporting you, looking at you out of dark eyes, you know it doesn't matter. You throw him an almost innocent smile, inviting him to lean in, and when he does you close your lips gingerly around his.

“Care for a skinny dip?” you breathe against his split lip, your eyes boring into his. “I could really use a scrub...”

He chuckles deeply against you and nods, giving you another peck, before he lifts you up onto his arms, ignoring the fluids leaking out of you. You nestle against him and sigh deeply, lovingly looking up into his bloody face as he carries you to the nearby river, stepping over the bodies of your victims whose blood is still seeping into the earth beneath them.

End notes: You know, I seldom find myself rereading my writings and think to myself: "Holy shit, this is fucked up!" Well, I did here, but I am not sorry. The filth has to go somewhere! Waking up and choosing violence has its appeal!

So originally this was just the intro scene for a much longer piece I had planned, but I had that WIP sitting around since I posted Pain Relief and never finished it. So instead of stressing and forcing myself to write more, it became this quick quickie.

I have to start writing shorter stuff anyway, so here we go. Also the idea for this came about after a little talk with the lovely @sallowslady who always surprises me with her brilliant and dirty mind, thank you so much for this and your continuous support! ❤️

Oh and not that it matters because this is plotless smut, but our dear reader can do wandless magic, okay? Of course she can! (And that has nothing to do with me, a lazy writer, not wanting to include the struggle to find her wand in that situation! Nope!)

Coincidentally, after I wrote this, I found a Smutmas prompts list that caters greatly to my writing wants/needs/habits and it so happens that the first day of Smutmas was (among other things) Period Sex. So there we go.

MASTERLIST - KINKTOBER - AO3

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #sebastian sallow x reader #reader insert #kinkmas #smutmas #tw: blood #tw: murder #tw: periods #smutmas 2023 #smutmas day 1

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