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darkepithymia · 1 year

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A little gift.

@uroborosymphony

"Since you were so kind and gracious in allowing me to keep two pet tigers, I figured I ought to repay the kindness you have showered me, my empress." Geonwoo pulled the black cloth and revealed a sleek-looking black beauty, slithering around its new home, surveying its new environment.

"My Aphrodite, what is a goddess without her pet, besides her living hound, I believe she deserves to be worshipped by her favourite reptile, her spirit animal as well." He wraps his arm gently around her waist and pulls her close so he could plant a fervent kiss on her lips.

"I shall have Uncle Kwon contact our interior designer so they can find a space to build a better kingdom for your alter ego, shall we?"

#agapi mou #uroborosymphony

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emyyke · 2 years

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Να μεθάω με το άρωμα σου ..

#agapi mou #love #quote #for ever #greek #greece

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clinicsharmartia · 7 months

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Tagged by the absolutely spectacular @cherishlaluna υπέροχο κορίτσι <3

your first celebrity, outfit, quote, and aesthetic pic on pinterest is your vibe!

this was actually really interesting hehe

#ik athletes and celebrities are different but #🤷‍♀️#I love Pinterest sm agapi mou <3 #tag game

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alohastyles-x · 4 months

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A dark!Druig Fanfic | Druig x reader | Scream crossover

Summary: The origins of a mysterious masked killer... who just so happens to be a god.

Note: Prologue + Chap 1 are here :))) I hope you guys enjoy this story!

Warnings: mentions of blood, light gore, death, murder... lol

Wordcount: 3.2K

The metallic smell of blood clung to his senses, as Druig lifted his blade high above his head, prepared to land yet another strike to the unsuspecting victim that laid below him. It was his first kill, the rage of human fragility consuming him, driving him to take matters into his own hands. Why were humans so hungry with greed, so lustful for it that they slaughtered millions to make their point known?

Blood had already filled the streets below, flowing like a tiny creek above the pavements that weaved between now crumbling buildings. His victim would be seen as just another casualty to the war, a guard who fell to the hoards of civilians now storming the castle. They had been neglected for months, famished and homeless, littering the streets like discarded trash. Finally, they had enough, rising up against the castle and its inhabitants.

But the guard below Druig was far from innocent. The list of sins he had to atone for could wrap around the city twice. Druig was merely just doing a god’s work, sending the bastard to his hell a little earlier than expected.

Druig pulled his blade out of the limp body once more, wiping the red stains on the guard's cloth that hung from his waist. Druig slid the blade back into his own boot, the cool metal a sweet relief against his hot skin. The fire ablaze through the castle halls, set by the angry citizens, had significantly raised the temperature, a sickening heat radiating off what walls were still left standing.

As Druig straightened, a twinkle in the doorway caught his attention. A child stood in the crumbling frame, his mouth hung open at the sight before him. The child was half in the shadows, his features unrecognizable. Druigs’ senses told him exactly who the kid was - the deceased guard's son. Druig had to act quick, before the child found the will to scream over the ghastly sight.

He closed his eyes as he summoned his powers from deep in his mind. When he opened them, his eyes then turned a bright golden that reflected the fire in the torches along the wall, as he locked eyes with the child in front of him. He now had total control over the kids emotions and actions.

“It’s okay, you’re safe. Go, find your mother.” Druig said, as he calmed the boys’ now shot nerves.

The child nodded, turning slowly and taking off, jumping over fallen bricks and wreckage. Druig sighed, looking down once more at the guard at his feet.

“Should have played it safe, Alexander, so your son could have a father in his life. That is very important, you know,” Druig scolded the dead man.

Alexander had a reputation in the Byzantine town for his behavior. There were many nights after his shift that Alexander became belligerent, drunk off the spirits offered by the local distilleries, before taking advantage of any unlucky woman who happened to cross his drunken path. His list of victims was countless, many left dead in the street for their loved ones to find. The grotesque crimes he committed were covered up by the King, offering a bullshit lie as an explanation for Alexander’s behavior.

Druig wasn’t the only one who wanted Alexander dead. He was just the first one to get to him, shoving him into the room where he laid now, his blood permanently marking his deathbed.

Alexander’s son stumbled through the hallways back to his mothers room that was tucked away deep in the castle, unharmed from the civilians storming through. He was panting, trying to catch his breath as he threw open the door. His mother sat on the bed, a knife in hand as she waited for the civilians to finally reach her champers. At the sight of her son, she dropped the knife, running to him.

“Agapi mou!” She cradled the boy in her arms, holding him close to her chest.

“Mommy,” he said, his greek accent thick. “It’s páppa!”

“What do you mean?”

“He… he…” the boy didn’t have to finish his sentence. The fear and grief in his voice said everything she needed to hear. So she cradled him tighter, running her fingers through his short black hair- much like his fathers.

As the tears fell from her eyes, landing on the top of her son's head, she heard a scream echo through the castle. She knew the mob had finally found them, tearing through the halls just outside her door. She hung onto her son tighter, praying to the gods for a savior, to spare her from the sins of the castle.

Such fate did not come… for the gods she prayed to sat silently outside, held under Druigs’ control.

Present Day

Rain illuminated the soft lights of the street lamps above you as you made your way back to your apartment. The humid air was hot and heavy, making you thankful you chose to wear shorts to work tonight, instead of your normal jeans.

It was 12 a.m., not an ideal time to be out walking alone, but you didn’t have much of a choice. Living in the city was expensive enough, adding a car note on top of that was unimaginable on a waiter's salary. You made enough to get by and afford a nice, spacious apartment, and practically everything you needed was in walking distance… so it truly wasn’t that bad. You knew the route like the back of your hand, and never once felt uncomfortable…

… that is, until a loud thud echoed down the alley way you just passed. It was loud enough to catch your attention, making you stop dead in your tracks. A muffled grunt followed, and you almost continued on, assuming it was just someone finding their place to sleep for the night. But yet another muffled sound caught your attention.

“Help…” it was said in a quiet, hushed tone, just barely audible over the sprinkle of rain hitting the pavement. You pulled your phone out, turning the flashlight on as bright as it would go.

This was dumb and you knew it, but you also knew you couldn’t live with yourself if you didn’t try and help whoever called out. Inhaling a shaking breath, you began to slowly disappear into the darkness of the alley, getting your phone ready to call the emergency line just in case.

A metallic smell filled the air the further you walked, making you slightly nauseous. A buzzing filled your veins as you breathed in, which only made you more nervous. You had heard of various instances around the city of people feeling this buzz, smelling the metallic air, before coming into contact with god magic.

God magic was a deadly substance to humans who lingered in the presence of the god on earth. Inhale too much of it and your lungs begin to collapse, as they fight for pure earthly oxygen. The presence of god magic lingering, meant a god had just been here… and that wasn’t a good sign.

Quickly, you pulled your hand up to cover your nose, hoping it would be enough to block out the air. As you did so, a gleam on the pavement caught your eye, as the light from your phone bounced off of it.

A puddle of red sat ahead of you, pooling thickly out from behind the lone dumpster sat in the middle of the alley. Your breath hitched in your throat as your mind raced with every worse case scenario that could be laid out before you.

Worst case, it was human blood, belonging to the innocent victim of the god at hand- and boy, were the gods ruthless with their victims. Best case, it was just an animal sacrifice… something a lot easier to stomach.

You prayed silently for the latter as you crept closer. The buzzing only intensified the closer you got to the source of the blood, causing a slight pounding in your head.

“Oh… oh my god,” you whispered as you finally rounded the edge of the dumpster. To your dismay, it was not an animal at all, but the blonde you had just served at the restaurant not too long ago. She was out with friends, celebrating her 21st birthday. Her once white dress was now shredded, dyed with the dark red of her blood that now inked the pavement below. The shredded marks of her dress matched the shredded skin of her stomach, as if she had been gutted.

You couldn’t stop the vomit now raising through your body. Turning around you emptied the contents of your stomach onto the wet pavement. You had never seen such a gruesome sight in person- it was nothing like the movies.

Tears fell from your eyes as you quickly hit the call button on your phone. An operator answered instantly, asking for your location.

“H-hi… I’m at the alley between 5th and Steel Avenue… I just, oh god I don’t even know if I can put it into words… I just discovered a dead body…” You answered the ladies' questions as best as you could between the sobs escaping your throat.

“Is there anyone else with you?” The operator asked, as she began to get an ambulance and the police on route to your location.

“Uh… no,” you said, confidently, as you looked around to see an empty alley. One end opened to the sidewalk and the street you were just on, the occasional car passing by on the street. The other end led to a brick wall, graffitied with local street art.

“Are you sure?” The operator asked again, this time with an edge to her voice that wasn’t there before. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at her tone, making you look around once more.

“Um…,” you whispered, suddenly hyper aware of every sound and moving shadow. A rock skidded across the pavement at the dead end, causing you to turn your attention to the graffitied brick wall.

An outline of a dark shadow stood at the end, a flash of white around their face bounced off the flashlight still on your phone. You stood still, absolutely petrified of whatever being stood just as still as you.

The buzzing appeared back in your veins and the smell of rusted iron returned. You were stunned as a flash of gold briefly flickered through the air. An overwhelming flood of emotions roared through you, rendering you unable to move, as if your feet were stuck in quicksand. Tears welled in your eyes, but didn’t fall, as if something held them there. Flashes of your life played in your mind, as you accepted your fate that you were next.

But just as suddenly as it happened, the feeling was gone, replaced by the blaring lights and sirens that now filled the alley. The lights made their way to the brick wall, where absolutely nothing appeared.

A cry escaped your throat as you dropped to your knees.

One thing was certain…

… you were just in the presence of a god.

A few hours later you were slugging your way up the stairs to your apartment, the events of the evening weighing on you heavily. You had run out of tears a while ago, as you sat in the detective's office going over and over and over what had happened in varying degrees of detail.

“You’re sure you heard nothing? Saw nothing? That has to be impossible… No one you passed looked suspicious?” The detective's voice echoed in your mind as you unlocked the apartment door.

A soft purr brought you out of your thoughts, as your cat sat patiently by the front door, mewing softly. She hadn’t had food in hours, as you were later than usual getting home.

“Oh Mr. Jinx, I’m sorry,” you whispered, stooping down to pet him. He leaned into your palm, rubbing his tiny head against it. “Come on, let’s get you some food.”

“Where have you been?!” A shrill voice made you jump back into the door, scaring mr. Jinx down the hall.

“God, Celia… don’t yell so loud,” you mumbled, gripping your temples.

“Y/N… there was a murder near your restaurant! I haven’t heard from you at all since your shift ended… you can’t be mad at me for being worried. What? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…” Celia trailed off as she poured herself a glass of wine.

“I saw it…,” you whispered, settling at the breakfast bar in the half kitchen. Celia’s wine stopped mid-pour as her eyes locked with yours.

“What…?” She whispered back, still trying to process what you just said. You nodded your head, unable to make direct contact with her for long. Your tears had tried long ago, making this a lot easier to talk about now, then hours ago sitting in that tiny gray room.

“Shit, you need this more than I do,” Celia responded, topping off her glass before sliding it to you. It only took you three seconds to down it, earning a low whistle from Celia. You were not a wine drinker, but tonight was different.

“There's more…,” you trailed off. If there was anyone you were going to mention the god thing to, it was Celia. Definitely not the detectives, and not the media who had swarmed the crime scene within minutes of detectives arriving.

“What?” Celia pressed, itching for you to spill what you knew.

“I know this is going to sound crazy but… I think I have an idea who did it.”

Celia looked at you quizzically.

“When I was approaching her body, I felt this… buzzing,” Celia’s sharp breath interrupted you, as she gasped. The fact that she already knew where you were going with this, meant your gut was right for telling her.

“It went away once I found her… but then it came back and I saw something. I’m not sure exactly what I saw… but it had a white face-”

“Oh my god!” Celia interrupted, taking off to her room. Celia often studied the mythology of the old world in her free time. She had a library full of books in her closet dedicated to this study. It was something unique about Celia that you enjoyed… Everyone else was perfectly content leaving the mythology behind after The Fall in the early days, when the gods departed, letting humanity crumble and rebuild into what it is today. In fact, many don’t even believe the gods ever existed, the only evidence of them being in the stories passed down, or an occasional destroyed relic found here and there across the globe.

Celia came back out supporting a thick book in her arms. It looked old and heavy, with a permanent layer of dust settled on top of it.

“Would you be able to recognize what you saw if you saw it again?” Celia asked, letting the book slam with a thud on the kitchen counter next to you. As expected, a cloud of dust filled the air.

“I think so, but I didn’t get a good look. There was a small flash of gold before it felt like I came too again,” you explained, coughing as the dust cloud settled in the air. Celia nodded, flipping through the pages.

“Okay, did it look like any of these?” She asked, settling on a page that was in another language. A drawing was nestled at the bottom, depicting a group of 10 individuals. None of them looked familiar, and you couldn’t read the text next to each person to try and figure it out.

“No… it was just a shadow, with this glimmering white face. I could smell the magic radiating off of it.”

“Did you hear anything?” Celia asked, as she began flipping through the book again.

“No… I couldn’t even hear my own thoughts… everything just went silent, and then I got this rush of emotions, that was when its eyes flashed gold and I was back in reality.”

Celia stopped mid page flip, turning slowly to look at you. Her eyes looked distant, like she wasn't actually looking at you, but trying to hold on to her train of thought. You waited patiently for her to figure out the pieces.

After a few seconds, she started furiously flipping through the pages, heading back to the 10 figures from before.

“Okay, so these are the eternals, they were a group of gods who once lived here, protecting the civilians of the old world… until something happened and they split, causing this one, right here, to go rogue. He held the other eternals under his capture… You see, he has the ability to control others with his mind. He can influence someone's emotions, actions, etc., but just getting into your head. Well when he went rogue, the lore goes he began this maddening killing spree- that the weight of humanity had crushed him, creating this monster-” Celia paused to flip a few pages forward. “Here… the masked being you see here…that was him. He donned a mask made from the skin of his first victim- Alexander the Great-, and then went on this spree of murdering all the corrupt and evil people in the empire at the time. There isn’t much to what happened to him and the other gods after this spree…, it just kind of ends there, which is why many of us think he actually still resides here on earth, especially with the rise of common people feeling this god magic you felt tonight. Maybe he found a new mask, to be unrecognizable? I’m sure some dead guys’ flesh from the old world wouldn’t hold up all that well…” Celia ended with a chuckle.

“Anyways, his name is Druig, and he usually is associated with gold too- all of the eternals are. It's unique to them, compared to the other gods of the old world. A cosmic sort of magic that isn’t of this world. But the flood of emotions, and you feeling like you’re in another reality during it… that makes me really think it's him.”

You sat, digesting all the information Celia just gave you, overlooking the paper she was reading from. There was another drawing, this one more detailed. It depicted the god, standing before a dead body, a knife in hand.

“Wait… does it say how the victims of his spree were killed?” You asked, holding your breath as you waited for Celia to translate the old Greek text.

“Yes… a sheath- so, like a knife… wait- what's that look for…” Celia trailed off as she noticed your face drain of color.

“The girl tonight… I mean I don’t know for sure, but it looked as if her… body had been slashed.” You choked out the words, as the images of her torn dress and skin came back in your mind.

“Woah… Okay, so this could definitely be him then,” Celia muttered.

You sat, staring at the masked drawing in the book. This didn’t make sense… he was still in the alley when you were there, yet he let you live.

“Does it say anything else about him that might be helpful to know?” You asked. Celia read through the pages, her finger tracking as she translated the text.

“Just that anyone who comes into contact with him doesn’t have long to live…,” Celia trailed off, as she connected the dots of what she just read to your current reality.

“Oh shit…,” she closed the book, turning her full attention to you.

“Yeah… oh shit.”

Part 2

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cherryjuicegf · 16 days

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tagged by @markrothkono61 to put my repeat playlist on shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that play! @medalsofgold here i use this blog for tag games hiii!!

tagging @thalassiokhtos @staliaofatreides @toddandersonsblog @iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylife @loukoumia if u want :)

#uhhhh. yeah. that's basically my oc playlist which i've been listening on repeat for months so #i listen to other stuff too i promise #also sorry for changing blogs djrhrjkdkj thanks for the tag <333 #tag games #markrothkono61 #greek tag

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ts1m1kas · 6 months

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Original Ask: why did I just picture kostas being playful with the photographer reader and asking her to pose for him 😭🤌🏻 (@findingnemosworld )

Word Count: 367 words

(author's note: this wasn't actually a request, but nemo commented it on a photo of kostas and inspiration hit me 🫡 it is quite short but I hope you all enjoy it !!)

Y/N loved being Liverpool’s photographer. Working alongside her boyfriend Kostas and the rest of the team was her favourite thing about the job. They were a tight-knit squad and had accepted Y/N immediately. They all loved her dearly and enjoyed having her at their training sessions.

The training session was nearly over and the team had begun messing around. They were taking photos of each other on Y/N’s camera. Y/N and Kostas were sat on the astroturf together. They were cuddled up to fight off the biting cold as they watched the team take their photos.

“The social media admins are going to kill me for this. I hope the other photos I took are good.” Y/N laughed, leaning further into her boyfriend.

“Are you kidding agapi mou? All the photos you take are perfect. Plus, the admins will love this and so will the fans.”

Y/N smiled. She could always rely on Kostas to reassure her of her worries.

“Kostas, Y/N, come take some pictures!” Andrew shouted over, gesturing for them to join them.

Kostas stood up and held his hands out for Y/N to grab. She slipped her hands into his, and he pulled her up off the ground. The pair then moved over to the rest of the group, and Kostas positioned himself behind the camera.

“Smile moró mou, maybe we can get some pictures of the best photographer in Liverpool.”

Y/N laughed at her boyfriend and began posing for the camera. Kostas laughed and encouraged her as they messed around with the camera settings.

It was the next day, and Y/N was looking over the photos the group had taken. She had forwarded the best ones to the social media admins and downloaded the others to keep for herself and Kostas.

She finished her final few jobs and headed to the canteen to show the photos to her boyfriend.

“I’ll have to be careful Kos, you’ll be taking my job straight out of my hands soon. Who would’ve known you were such a natural photographer?”

“It helps to have the most perfect muse.” He said winking at the girl in front of him.

#kostas tsimikas x reader #kostas tsimikas #football #fanfiction #fanfic #hot footballers #request #liverpool football club #lfc #greek scouser #🧡#by ts1m1kas

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darkepithymia · 1 year

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Dark landscape,

Moon-lit ruins, Guitars sing to you

Για την πιο όμορφη, σαν σε άλλο κόσμο

The temple rises, Saffron on the cliffs

Aphrodite stands, On the waves

to @uroborosymphony

#agapi mou

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wizardfrog69 · 1 year

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consider this: sigma naturally has a greek accent (cuz sigma is a greek letter) but hides it cuz he is afraid of xenophobia. its second nature to him but he wont hide it when he warms up to people

Thanks for the request

'•.¸♡ accents ♡¸.•'

Sigma x gn!reader

Fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

When Sigma stopped hiding his accent you were a bit surprised to learn Sigma had a Greek accent.

Upon learning why Sigma hid his accent you understood why he did so but didn't tell him not to hid it.

If you also have a Greek accent (or any accent really) he will reveal it earlier to you.

If he speaks Greek he might call you 'Μέλι' (Méli) which means honey. (Thank you to the person in the comments for correcting me! :) ) and my love is αγάπη μου (agapi mou)

If anyone speaks Greek and wants to tell me if it's wrong I will gladly fix it.

He might be a bit afraid to tell you of his Greek accent but once he knows you don't mind it he's happy

#bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd sigma #sigma x reader #sigma #sigma x you #sigma bsd #bungo stray dogs sigma #bungou stray dogs sigma

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fodlansbestmom · 3 months

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There’s a soft purring as his hands slid up her thighs. She always enjoyed physical contact, but moreso when it’s Zhongli’s hands. “Issat so? Tell me more, agapi mou~”

since his shirt was basically a dress on her, it hid her figure completely.

@escalaregalia

#escalategalia

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felixschokehold · 11 months

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I found this writing of mine from February, inspired by this post. Of course, this is an AU where Twilight vampires sleep. You can find this on AO3 as well!

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK.

You had woken up hours before him and were thankful your room was facing East. You loved watching the sun rise as your mate, Felix, slept.

His mild snores were the only sound in the room as the sun shone through the large window. When the angle was just right, his skin and the sun would create the most beautiful prisms of rainbows and light that would slowly dance across the room as the sun traveled through the sky.

You sat up against the headboard, taking in the sight of Felix’s large, muscular arms wrapped around his mound of pillows. He enjoyed sleeping on his stomach, and you could see the muscles in his back contract whenever he shifted in his sleep. His black hair stuck out every which way and you couldn’t help but to reach out and run your hand through it.

Felix inhaled deeply, his dark ruby eyes fluttering awake at your touch. When he saw you he smiled into his pillows and yawned. “Good morning, my love.” He murmured sleepily. He grabbed his pillows and threw them to the foot of the bed and crawled to you. “My dreams missed you.” He buried his face in your lap and wrapped his arms around you. A small grumble left his mouth as he briefly stretched before relaxing onto you.

“I’m sorry,” you frowned, petting his soft hair with one hand and rubbing his smooth, firm shoulders with the other hand. “I didn’t mean to wake you, my sweet.”

He smiled and nuzzled his face against you, peeking up with one eye. “I have woken up to you every day for over a hundred years, agapi mou.” You smiled, loving when he slipped into his native Greek. “And I will wake to you for thousands more. It will never be enough.”

You couldn’t help but to smile, feeling your chest swell with love. “I love you, my Felix.” You sighed, still petting his hair. “You will never know how much.” You hugged him close for a brief moment before he moved.

Felix rolled onto his back, rubbing an eye with one hand, the other still under your legs. “Come, let me hold you.” He turned his head to look at you expectantly. He waved his hand for you to hurry, flashing you a charming smile.

You wrinkled your nose at him playfully. “I wasn’t done holding you yet.” You pushed yourself away from the headboard and crawled to him, nestling yourself under his arm, resting your head on his chest.

“Well, you got to watch me wake up this morning, so I think it is only fair for me to hold you. An honest trade, isn’t it?” He planted a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Hm.” You hummed softly, nuzzling your face against his chest. “I guess.” You teased, smiling wide.

Felix began to quietly sing his ancient Greek lullabies to you, his long fingers gently playing with your hair. He did this every time you woke earlier than him. He knew it would put you right back to sleep so he could have his own turn to watch you sleep and later wake up, groggy and smiling up at him.

You did not fight the feeling when sleep began to blanket your consciousness, smiling softly knowing you would have the privilege to wake up to him.

#felix volturi x reader #welp lmao #my fic #own fic #my one shot #own one shot #my post #own post #au where vampires can sleep #this kind of sucks but lmao hope you enjoy #felix volturi one shot

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blodbranddod · 4 months

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I was tagged by @darkside-cookies

last movie: Saltburn

last song: Sevdaliza - habibi

currently reading: finnish

currently watching: Criminal minds

currently consuming: coffee

currently craving: peace

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vintageurovision · 1 year

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