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I posted 155 times in 2022

12 posts created (8%)

143 posts reblogged (92%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@samatedeansbroccoli

@cherriesandsins

@satan-incarnate-666

@awolfnamedluna

@its-a-mi-a-mia

I tagged 56 of my posts in 2022

#heavy metal - 10 posts

#classic rock - 7 posts

#steven adler - 6 posts

#duff mckagan - 6 posts

#axl rose - 6 posts

#izzy stradlin - 6 posts

#guns n roses - 6 posts

#punk rock - 5 posts

#duff gnr - 5 posts

#death metal - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 122 characters

#well my icon is an animated pic of me and i did punch myself last night when i tried to pull the blanket over my head 🥲👌

My Top Posts in 2022:

Never gonna give you up

Never gonna let you down

Never gonna run around and

Desert you

Never gonna let you die

Never gonna say goodbye

Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

I HOPE YOU KEEP YOUR WORD BROCCOLI 😤

@samatedeansbroccoli

2 notes - Posted February 13, 2022

Heyyy! How would Leon and Chris react with a female s/o that has tattoos and a tongue piercing? Would the love it or rather dont? When you don’t want to write that it’s ok! ‘Was just asking :)

Okay I really like this ask, it's such a mood.

So Chris. He'd be thrilled. Fascinated, excited, awestruck....all those adjectives. He loves to trace your tattoos, while listening to the story behind it. If you plan to get anymore tattoos, he'd gladly accompany you, even your hand if you're scared or in pain. As for piercings, oh sweet heavens. The very sight of it makes him go feral. And it's feel- he goes mental. And he loves it. Although he would wonder how long it would have taken for the piercing to heal and for you to eat anything spicy, if you're a spice lover.

3 notes - Posted November 15, 2022

Only Time Would Tell

There will never be a world in which this is right.

But then, who decides what is right and what is wrong?

Yennefer breathed deeply into her cupped hands, the soft smell of the sweet berries filling her nostrils. For some reason, the scent bought her comfort. She never knew if it was because of her mother. Back when she got a little whiff of motherly love. Or it was because of Tissaia. Whatever the reason it was, the scent of berries did soothe her mind.

She had grown tired of constantly fighting.

Fighting for what was rightfully hers.

Fighting to prove her worth.

Fighting for her place in the world.

Sweet dreams of death, ones that continue to plague her mind and tempt her to give in to its sweet release- how delightful.

Tempting indeed, the long undisturbed slumber of neverending golden dreams- all away from the horrible nightmare of her world.

Her cruel world. A cruel game. Surviving is a pain.

Cheating is a pleasure, but one she wasn't sure she wanted to indulge in any longer.

Geralt.

A scoff escaped from her mouth as she downed another mug of the rancid alcohol.

Love. What a beautiful illusion. Like an enticing mirage that captivates the mind and body.

But disappointing.

Purple orbs looked up to the starry skies that shone brilliantly. The cold breeze swept past her, making her shudder slightly.

Why was love so easy for others to find and thrive with? Or was it her fault?

Yennefer was a woman with a will of her own- unyielding and resolute.

As a young girl who was thrown around, broken, ravaged and fractured, she learnt the ways and rules of life the hard way. And she would forever be thankful for her rough past, without which she wouldn't have been her- strong and determined.

But one question remained.

Why her? Why was she constantly thrashed around relentlessly?

'I am sorry you chose power.'

'No amount of power or beauty will make you feel worthy of either.'

'A child is not a way to boost your fragile ego, Yen.'

All wise words that were thrown at her by her lovers.

Ones who she believed loved her.

But in the end, it was always about the same damn thing- power.

Her being hungry for power even though to survive, power is the key, and that is what she wanted.

But then, she was only looked at as a conduit of magic- a weapon perhaps if given autonomy and identity, disaster would prevail.

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7 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

Vermilion

From spiralling liquor to soft sheets - he'd done that too many times.

Simon slotted his cigarette between his lips, watching her walk towards him, slightly wobbling over her large stilettoes. The soft glimmer of the lights overhead bathed her in a honeyed glow.

His eyes were commanded by the stunning pair of rich olive-brown of her eyes behind her bronze-dusted eyelids, full of warmth and a spark of curiosity.

14 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hi! Question how would Chris Redfield react when his s/o is damn good into dirty talk? And everytime when he wants to dirty talk then he/she makes it even worse?

Hello Anon! I'm so sorry for replying so late.

Okay so Chris. I think he's the kind who'd get very flustered easily. Sure he can tease you a little here and there, but that's about it. And if you're the kind of person who's mastered the art of dirty talking, Chris should seriously look out for you (just kidding!). He'd be turned on, definitely, but he'd just freeze too, unsure of what to do next- should he tease you back, or just go with the flow. His s/o would let out a taunting laughing just to fluster him a little more and continue playing with him till Chris is a puddle of mush.

18 notes - Posted November 11, 2022

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