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of-ivory-and-gold · 1 year
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anything heart-shaped, blush pink, or involving roses……. I will gladly accept
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fuck this *closes the lid of my coffin*
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of-ivory-and-gold · 1 year
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What doesn’t kill me gives me kinks that are difficult to explain
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of-ivory-and-gold · 1 year
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Allie smiles with pearly white teeth with fangs and doesn't even care to be discreet. They were alone now, outside the inquisitive eyes of humans. "Mhm, that's how Edward V and his brother Richard, duke of York, were locked away in The Tower of London and presumed murdered." His green hues shimmer with mischief when he looked over her shapely form and placed against her hip bone. "I adore this dress and how you wear it, Claudia." The black boots were an added touch, sleak and sexy that made her a few inches taller.
"And they were never heard from again."
&. 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
"How deliciously mysterious?" Claudia purred the words with a mischievous smile.
A slender finger twirled one of her golden curls as sapphire hues watched the platinum immortal. Her curved figure was covered with a stunning little black dress, feet protected by a pair of little black boots to match.
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of-ivory-and-gold · 1 year
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— The Empress Yamato Hime (translated by Kenneth Rexroth)
[text ID: Others may forget you, but not I. / I am haunted / by your beautiful ghost.]
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of-ivory-and-gold · 1 year
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we could be villains together…. think about it…
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of-ivory-and-gold · 2 years
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could be me n u
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of-ivory-and-gold · 2 years
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Morgan Parker, Other People’s Comfort Keeps Me Up At Night; “Greetings from Struggle City”
[Text ID: For a taste of your neck I would / burn my tongue]
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of-ivory-and-gold · 2 years
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Every good story must someday come to an end.
Very sad news to come home to today, that’s for sure. Thank you, Anne, for the Chronicles that were truly your life’s work. My sympathies go out to her son, Christopher, and the rest of the family. 
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of-ivory-and-gold · 3 years
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“they tried to kill each other” yes and? do you have a problem with true love
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of-ivory-and-gold · 3 years
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Queen of the Damned
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of-ivory-and-gold · 3 years
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We are on Discord now and Plotting a Character Masquerade Ball. Anyone interested feel free to message Lestat or me privately here on Tumblr or Discord for an invite to partake. VC and OC muses welcome to join. Discord Nymphalidae#7483
Château de Lioncourt
Selective Roleplay Group Chat
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of-ivory-and-gold · 3 years
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“Bonsoir, Monsieur. How are you my Prince?  I am well, thank you for asking. This is Albinus d’ Orleans-  de Romanus. I can’t help but wonder that you were watching my Tumblr blog and commenting on one particular post.  Is this an informal way for you to send me an invitation to the Chateau De Lioncourt?“
Powered pink fingersnails tap against the counter on which he leaned. He's waiting for his Prince to pick up the phone.
Lestat woke up a few mins ago and wanted to take a warm shower. Not that he was dusty or dirty but to feel that warm water and the vapor on that granite cold skin always felt so good and gave him pleasant chills and to be presentable for that nights Ball at the Chateau.
Drying his hair with a hand towel and his torso, looking himself in the mirror, he heard his cell phone ringing. He had the cellphone on his nightstand.
“The hell is now calling me, I cant even just wake up and theres that plastic utensil already making noises.” he protested to himself and continued drying his hair with the tower ignoring the phone. But It was a non stop ringing and he somewhat felt he should answer.
He finally ended up going, bare skin like the day he was mortally born, he grabbed the phone and saw it a local but unknown number. Not a lot of people knew about his personal phone number. So this should be someone he knows. He clicked on the speaker so he could continue drying his hair and skin and answered in french.
“Hello? How are you?”
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of-ivory-and-gold · 3 years
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lady gaga // million reasons
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