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๐—›๐—”๐—ฃ๐—ฃ๐—ฌ ๐—›๐—ข๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐——๐—”๐—ฌ ๐—ฆ๐—˜๐—”๐—ฆ๐—ข๐—ก โ„๏ธ
โ†ณ Sable Chen x Stevie Nicks for @eddysocs
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๐–€แฅฃ๐—ั–mแฅฒ๐—แฅฑ ๐•ธแฅฒs๐—แฅฑrแฅฃั–s๐—
๐™ฐ๐š–๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š— ๐™ท๐š˜๐š›๐š›๐š˜๐š› ๐š‚๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข
๐™ฐ๐š›๐š›๐š˜๐š ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ
๐™ฑ๐š˜๐šข ๐™ผ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐š†๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š
๐™ฒ๐š›๐š’๐š–๐š’๐š—๐šŠ๐š• ๐™ผ๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ
๐™ฒ๐š† ๐™ฝ๐šŠ๐š—๐šŒ๐šข ๐™ณ๐š›๐šŽ๐š 
๐™ณ๐™ฒ ๐šƒ๐š’๐š๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ
๐™ณ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐š†๐š‘๐š˜
๐™ด๐š—๐š˜๐š•๐šŠ ๐™ท๐š˜๐š•๐š–๐šŽ๐šœ
๐™ถ๐š’๐š›๐š• ๐™ผ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š๐šœ ๐š†๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š
๐™ท๐šŠ๐š›๐š›๐šข ๐™ฟ๐š˜๐š๐š๐šŽ๐š›
๐™ท๐š‚๐™ผ๐šƒ๐™ผ๐šƒ๐š‚ (๐™ท๐š’๐š๐š‘ ๐š‚๐šŒ๐š‘๐š˜๐š˜๐š• ๐™ผ๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•: ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐™ผ๐šž๐šœ๐š’๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š•: ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š‚๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ)
๐™น๐šž๐š•๐š’๐šŽ ๐šŠ๐š—๐š ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐™ฟ๐š‘๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐š˜๐š–๐šœ
๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŠ๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ
๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š›๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š•
๐™พ๐š—๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š„๐š™๐š˜๐š— ๐™ฐ ๐šƒ๐š’๐š–๐šŽ
๐™พ๐šž๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐š‹๐šŠ๐š—๐š”๐šœ
๐™ฟ๐šŽ๐š›๐šŒ๐šข ๐™น๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š”๐šœ๐š˜๐š—/๐™ท๐šŽ๐š›๐š˜๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š˜๐š ๐™พ๐š•๐šข๐š–๐š™๐šž๐šœ
๐š๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐š๐šŠ๐š•๐šŽ
๐š‚๐š‘๐šŠ๐š๐š˜๐š ๐š‘๐šž๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ
๐š‚๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š—๐š๐šŽ๐š› ๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐š๐šœ
๐š‚๐šž๐š™๐šŽ๐š›๐š—๐šŠ๐š๐šž๐š›๐šŠ๐š•
๐šƒ๐šŽ๐šŽ๐š— ๐š†๐š˜๐š•๐š
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐™ฐ๐š–๐šŠ๐šฃ๐š’๐š—๐š ๐š‚๐š™๐š’๐š๐šŽ๐š›-๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š—
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐™ผ๐šŠ๐šฃ๐šŽ ๐š๐šž๐š—๐š—๐šŽ๐š›
๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š„๐š–๐š‹๐š›๐šŽ๐š•๐š•๐šŠ ๐™ฐ๐šŒ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ๐š–๐šข
๐šƒ๐š˜๐š™ ๐™ถ๐šž๐š— ๐™ผ๐šŠ๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐š’๐šŒ๐š”
๐šƒ๐š…๐™ณ๐š„ (๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š…๐šŠ๐š–๐š™๐š’๐š›๐šŽ ๐™ณ๐š’๐šŠ๐š›๐š’๐šŽ๐šœ ๐š„๐š—๐š’๐šŸ๐šŽ๐š›๐šœ๐šŽ)
๐š‡-๐™ผ๐šŽ๐š—
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OC PRIDE CHALLENGE 2022
Day 22: Queer Artists
Mitzy Hall x Sam Smith - La La La
I'm covering my ears like a kid When your words mean nothing, I go la, la, la I'm turning up the volume when you speak 'Cause if my heart can't stop it I'll find a way to block it
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nobody does it better than depressed teenage girls
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Franken/Kyle Spencer NSFW A-Z
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A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)
โ€ขKyle loves taking care of you, he thinks it's his job
โ€ขNo matter what or how much you do he will hold you tight, borderline too tight just trying to keep you close and make sure you're alright
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
โ€ขKyle doesn't have a favorite body part of his, he actually has quite a few issues with the body he lives in, considering most of it isn't his
โ€ขKyle loves every single inch of you, he adores holding your hands, lives for kissing your lips and would kill just to squeeze your ass one last time before death
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a disgusting person)
โ€ขKyle loves finishing on you, he's practically hard wired (even post death) as a frat boy not to finish inside of you, even if he loves that too
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
โ€ขHe tries to hide how much he wants to throw you around
โ€ขKyle has had problems with his strength and he's afraid to hurt you, however he wants more than anything to pin you down and have his way with you
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)
โ€ขAs a frat boy he had enough experience, though he also had quite a bit of trauma
โ€ขHe has to relearn quite a lot and while he knows what he's doing he has to relearn how to be gentle, slow, careful, or whatever you need from him, though he's entirely worth it
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)
โ€ขKyles favorite position is missionary, he wants to see your face and gage your reactions, he loves knowing that he's making you feel as good as he does, it makes him feel accomplished, that he's done his job taking care of you
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
โ€ขOnce he gets comfortable with you he can have moments of goofy, borderline childishness when trying to make you laugh or smile
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
โ€ขHe's trimmed but he doesn't do anything more than that
โ€ขThe hair on his head however is messy and adorable at all times
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)
โ€ขIt takes him a while to get romance, he wasn't bad at it before he died but relearning that took a bit of time for him
โ€ขOnce he gets the hang of it, he thrives at giving you the romantic nights and making you feel special
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
โ€ขAlways
โ€ขLoves It
โ€ขConstantly!!
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
โ€ขAnal-is a big one that Kyle begs to try for a while before you give in
โ€ขSwitch-Kyle loves being in charge with you but he also enjoys it when you take control and tell him what to do
L = Location (Favorite places to do the deed)
โ€ขKyle prefers a bed, your bed
โ€ขHe doesn't like others looking at you so being anywhere but your room doesn't happen a lot at all
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
โ€ขKyle almost seems like a teenager discovering sex for the first time every day
โ€ขHe doesn't need motivation, he's always ready and waiting for you
N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)
โ€ขAnything that causes you pain
โ€ขKyle already has trouble when it comes to hurting people and animals, his strength is a major issue and hurting you is something he's terrified of doing so please don't ask him to
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
โ€ขGiving
โ€ขKyle loves hearing the sounds you make when he goes down on you, it may be his favorite thing in the world
โ€ขIf you allowed him to he would do it for hours and never stop for air, listening to your whimpers and squeals, holding down your twitching hips
โ€ขGod he loves the taste of your pussy
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
โ€ขHe was very fast at first, feeling the need to rut into you frantically until you slowed him
โ€ขHe actually quite enjoys slow, passionate sex, watching the expressions on your face change is fascinating to him learning what movements make you scrunch up your nose adorably or make you moan like an overzealous porn star
โ€ขFast, slow, rough, sensual, whatever you need that day is what Kyle will give you, he wants to please you however you need, he has a need to make you happy after everything youโ€™ve done to take care of himโ€ฆand he loves your pussy with a passion
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
โ€ขEveryday
โ€ขAll the time
โ€ขSometimes living in a school for witches you only have 5 minutes here and there and Kyle is determined to always make the most of them
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
โ€ขHe enjoys trying new things with you and he'll try just about anything you want
โ€ขYou only ever risked doing it anywhere but your room once though, Kyle hates the idea of people seeing your body
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)
โ€ขHe has a crazy amount of stamina
โ€ขKyle can last for several hours before he even needs a break let alone has to call it quits
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
โ€ขHe's not a huge fan of toys but he'll give them a try if you want him to
โ€ขHe likes your vibrator, placing it against your clit while he fucks you gives you both an ungodly amount of pleasure
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
โ€ขEvery once in a while Kyle will tease you but he's more of a dive straight into it sort of guy
โ€ขHis foreplay was abysmal in the beginning but he got much better at it knowing how happy it made you
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
โ€ขKyle is definitely a grunter
โ€ขHe's not usually all that loud but if he gets lost in the moment he can really get there
W = Wild Card (Get a random Headcanon for the character of your choice)
โ€ขKyle surprised you with how snuggly he is, especially with how angry and growly he is all the time
โ€ขHe loves resting his head on your belly and wrapping his arms around you, curling up and loving the feel of you playing with his hair
โ€ขYour personal Frankenstein is adorable
X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)
โ€ข6 1/2 inches
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
โ€ขKyle has a high sex drive, he's always desperate for you and you don't make it easy on him
โ€ขEvery time you wear those cute shorts that canโ€™t even be called pants he's so hard it hurts and so needy for you
Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
โ€ขIt's rare that he falls asleep before you considering his stamina however when he does you enjoy just watching him for a bit
โ€ขUsually you fall asleep before him and Kyle is quick to snuggle you against his chest and nuzzle his face into your hair
โ€ขHe takes these kinds of moments to thank whatever deity exists in the world for letting him come back and experience true happiness with you
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๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐—ผ! ๐—ถ๐—บ ๐—ฎ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐˜„๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐—บ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐˜† ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—บ๐˜† ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ธ!
๐— ๐˜† ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ธ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ (๐˜€๐—บ๐˜‚๐˜, ๐—ณ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ณ๐—ณ, ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ณ๐˜„, ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ, ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ/๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด/๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด/๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜…, ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ, ๐˜ƒ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ, ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ฒ, ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜†, ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—น ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐˜€, ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜, ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—น, ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜†, ๐˜ƒ๐—ผ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—บ, ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜…, ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ๐˜€: ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด, ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ, ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜€, ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฝ-๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ผ, ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฝ-๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ, ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜†.)
๐—œ ๐——๐—ข ๐—ก๐—ข๐—ง ๐˜„๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐˜€: (๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ, ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜, ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป/๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜…/๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ, ๐—ก๐—ข๐—ก-๐—–๐—ข๐—ก, ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ๐˜€ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—ฎ๐˜€: (๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฎ, ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ต, ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐˜†)
๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ท๐—ผ๐˜† ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ธ!
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๐˜พ๐™ƒ๐˜ผ๐™๐˜ผ๐˜พ๐™๐™€๐™๐™Ž ๐™„ ๐™’๐™๐™„๐™๐™€ ๐™๐™Š๐™:
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๐—–๐—ข๐——(๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฑ๐˜‚๐˜๐˜†):
๐˜€๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ป "๐—š๐—›๐—ข๐—ฆ๐—ง" ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜†
๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—บ "๐—›๐—ข๐—ฅ๐—”๐—ก๐—š๐—œ" ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด-๐—ท๐—ถ๐—ป
๐—ธ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ด
๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ท๐—ผ๐—ต๐—ป โ€œ๐—ฃ๐—ฅ๐—œ๐—–๐—˜"
๐—ท๐—ผ๐—ต๐—ป "๐—ฆ๐—ข๐—”๐—ฃ" ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ต
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๐—ฅ๐—˜(๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—น):
๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ
๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐˜๐˜ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜†
๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ
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๐—ง๐—ช(๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—น๐—ณ):
๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐˜‡๐˜†๐˜€๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜„ "๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—œ๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—ฆ" ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐—ถ
๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐˜๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ฐ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น
๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ธ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฒ
๐—ป๐—ผ๐—ด๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฒ "๐—ฉ๐—ข๐—œ๐—— ๐—ฆ๐—ง๐—œ๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—ฆ"
๐—ท๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ
๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜
๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜
๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ผ ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฒ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ป
๐—ป๐—ผ๐—ฎ๐—ต ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ธ๐—ถ
๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฐ ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜†
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๐—ข๐—•๐—ซ(๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ธ๐˜€):
๐—ท๐—ผ๐—ต๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ด๐—ฒ
๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ป
๐—ท๐—ท ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ธ
๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜†๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ
๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ต ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ป
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๐—ฆ๐—ž๐—ญ(๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐˜€)
๐—ต๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ต๐˜†๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ท๐—ถ๐—ป
๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜…
๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด
๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป-๐—ต๐—ผ
๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ผ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—ป
๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—บ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ท๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด
๐˜†๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป
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๐—ง๐—ช๐—œ๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—š๐—›๐—ง(๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฎ):
๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป
๐—ท๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป
๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐˜‚๐—น๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป
๐—ท๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ฏ ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ
๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป
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๐—˜๐—ซ๐—ง๐—ฅ๐—” ๐—–๐—›๐—”๐—ฅ๐—”๐—–๐—ง๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—ฆ:
๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ- ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป
๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ด๐˜‚ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ป- ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ป
๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฑ๐—ผ- ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ
๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ ๐—ต๐˜†๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ผ- ๐˜€๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ
๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ต๐—ผ- 20๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—น
๐—ธ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ผ- ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—น
๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ป- ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—น
๐—น๐˜‚๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€- ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—น๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—น๐˜€
๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ- ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—น๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—น๐˜€
๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป- ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—น๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—น๐˜€
๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜€๐—ธ๐—ถ-๐—ด๐—ถ๐—น๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—น๐˜€
๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป- ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ฐ
๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ- ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ฐ
๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ท๐—ฎ๐—ฒ ๐—ท๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ป- ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜†
๐—ท๐—ผ๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐—ผ ๐—ท๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด- ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜†
๐—ต๐—ฎ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด- ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜†
๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป- ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€
๐˜€๐˜๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜๐—ผ๐—ป- ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ๐—น๐—ฒ-๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฎ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต
๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ธ๐—น๐—ฒ- ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฎ
๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต- ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฎ
๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ- ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฎ
๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ผ- ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—น๐˜€
๐—ธ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—ฟ- ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ (๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป-๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ)
๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ต๐—ผ- ๐˜…๐—ผ,๐—ธ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜๐˜†
๐—ด๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ป ๐—ฟ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฒ- ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ
๐˜€๐—ต๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ผ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜†๐—ฎ- ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ
๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ผ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜‚- ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ
๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜‚ ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ถ- ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ
๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ท๐—ถ ๐—ธ๐˜†๐˜‚๐—บ๐—ฎ- ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ
๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ท๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—น๐˜†๐˜„๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฒ- ๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—ฒ
๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€- ๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—ฒ
๐—น๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜†- ๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—ฒ
๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐˜€- ๐—ถ๐˜‡๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—ฒ
๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ- ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ
๐—ฑ๐˜†๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ผ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ป
๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ป-๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜†
๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ป- ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜†
๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€- ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ
๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—น ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜…๐—ผ๐—ป- ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ
๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐˜†
๐—œ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ธ ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ถ๐—ณ ๐—ถ'๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜† ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„! ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ป!!!
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๐ŸŽ€ Hii! 21F looking for a fandom roleplay!! (18+)
โ€”> a bit about me! i have a preference for very detailed and lengthy replies, 3-4 paragraphs, as i myself, am a very literate roleplayer.
โ€”> looking for a OC x CC roleplay, i am willing to double up and play anyone for your oc, if you would like to make an oc love interest for your oc instead of a cc, thatโ€™s fine too!
โ€”> smut is welcomed and preferred, as well as dark and sensitive topics!
โ€”> as for fandoms, iโ€™ll just put a little list lol !
*highlighted are the fandomโ€™s i have the most motivation for*
> sweet home
> the hunger games (tbosas included)
> the idol
> maximum ride
> any mike flanagan series
> enola holmes
> yellowjackets
> euphoria
> gotham
> miss peregrines home for peculiar children
> american horror story
> many more ! *suggest a fandom if its not listed or ask me for more fandoms!*
if your interested in this, send me a friend request on discord! ( huntersteaparty ) & we can start plotting! ๐ŸŽ€
give a like and anon will get back to you
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๐€๐‡๐’ ๐’๐„๐€๐’๐Ž๐ ๐Ÿ ๐Ž๐‚ โ€” ๐‚๐‡๐€๐‘๐‹๐Ž๐“๐“๐„ ๐€๐ƒ๐€๐Œ๐’
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โ†’ Born in 1898 in Los Angeles, Charlotte dreamed of becoming a great film actress from the age of twenty. She started as an extra in small, low-budget films, until finally gaining an opportunity to debut in her first film. She quickly became one of the most famous actresses in Hollywood, with producers begging to have her in their films. At her peak, she decided to do what was considered risky for stars at the time: Getting married, the chosen one was a former soldier, who was ten years older than her.
The marriage proved unhappy, and within a year they were divorced, only for Charlotte to remarry a year later, this time to another famous film actor, who left her for the housekeeper. She was a little desperate to be loved, so she remarried a writer, who turned out to be much worse than her previous ex-husbands. Her new husband controlled the clothes she wore, sometimes forbidding her from leaving the house unaccompanied, that's when they decided to rent a house to see if their marriage would work elsewhere, and they found the murder house, the former home of the famous surgeon Charles Montgomery, who had died there years before with his wife.
Despite her husband promising Charlotte that he would change, he didn't change, and every day he became more controlling, that's when Charlotte became enchanted by the couple's neighbor and began a love affair with him. When the actress's husband caught them both in bed, he was furious and promised revenge, Charlotte and the neighbor wanted to run away together, but the writer killed them both before they could do anything, turning the star into a ghost in that house, without her love, since her lover had been killed outside the house.
Just as when she was alive, Charlotte continued to need love and attention, seducing the men who later lived in the house, although she easily grew tired of them and left them for the other ghosts in the house to torment them. When Constance Langdon killed Moira O'Hara, she felt bad for the woman, as she herself had been murdered under similar circumstances. When the Harmons moved into the murder house, Charlotte instantly fell in love with Ben Harmon, and looked for ways to separate him from Vivien, despite being unsuccessful.
She formed a small friendship with Violet Harmon, as the girl reminded her of herself when she was young, and tried to convince her that Tate really loved her. When the Harmons died in the house, Charlotte was happy that she could finally be with Ben forever, even though to this day he continues to refuse her advances.
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American Horror Stories Masterlist
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Tate Langdon
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Expect The Unexpected~ Oneshot
Summary: You and your family move into the murder house and you meet a couple of neighbors and... ghost???
Expect The Unexpected Pt. 2~ Oneshot
Summary: When Tate figures out why youโ€™ve been upset, he feels the need to comfort you.
Lonely~ Oneshot
Summary: Y/N is Tate Langdonโ€™s younger twin sister. They have never been separated. Where one was, so was the other. Constance decides to test the strength of their bond during their Junior year.
My Safe Place~ Oneshot
Summary: When Y/N sees Tate with Violet on Halloween, she and Tateโ€™s other 5 victims decide to give him a visit.
Kyle Spencer
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Guardian~ Oneshot
Summary: Youโ€™re Kyleโ€™s sister and secretly a witch. What happens when you find out your brother is dead and your mother is sending you to a school for special children.
James Patrick March
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The Countess Introduces Her Prized Pupil To James~ Imagine
Kai Anderson
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First Encounter~ Oneshot
Summary: The only reason Y/Nโ€™s life was so terrible was from her and Kaiโ€™s first encounter.
I'd Kill For You ~ Requested Oneshot
Summary: Kai makes Y/N prove her loyalty.
Kaiโ€™s reaction to your pregnancy - Requested Headcanon
Being Married/Dating To Kai Anderson- Requested Headcanon
The Evans
THE EVANS WHEN YOU/SOMEONE MAKES YOU FEEL INSECURE~ Requested Headcanon
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I binged Asylum yesterday and
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Yes, she becomes ruthless and manipulative. I still want to wrap her in a blanket and protect her, my poor baby. ๐Ÿ’”
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Pet III
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Michael Langdon x Reader (x Xavier Plympton)
Summary: Michael is planning the new world, and Xavier is worried because you have been sick again.
Both Xavier and Michael knew just how strong you were, you proved it in the Outpost as well.
And yet, the strongest person and you were in bed once again. You were constantly sick, throwing up, and being dizzy.
Michael called a doctor, but he was three days away from you so you had to wait for him to get there.
"Maybe she ate something." Xavier was pacing up and down in the room while Michael tried to type on his laptop. "Why are you not worried?" Xavier snapped and looked at Michael, who slowly turned to the blonde, it sent a shiver down Xavier's spine.ย 
"I am worried, very much. But pacing and repeating the same thing won't help her." Michael closed his laptop, it made Xavier gulp and take a step back. "We went through all, food, water, bacteria, witchcraft, and you know it."
"I know, but-"
"No buts! You are making me angry, Pet." Michael turned back to his laptop as Xavier let out a loud huff. At least this time, he didn't choke him.ย 
One time, Michael got so angry with Xavier when he left you all alone, Michael had to punish him.
Xavier found it infuriating that Michael seemed like he didn't care about you.ย 
But it wasn't true. He only worked because he would worry about you every second. It was actually your idea for him to go back to his work, because he worried too much, you had to make him leave.
Xavier sat down on the bed watching you as you read a book, you looked better.
"You worry too much." you said looking at Xavier.
"It's like he doesn't even care." he said with a pout and a whisper so Michael wouldn't hear him.
"Of course, he cares. But he is actually worse than you so I had to make him leave."ย 
"What do you think is wrong with you? Another curse?"
"I don't think it's a curse this time, I have a feeling but I want the doctor to confirm it, so I'll wait." Xavier ran his hand over yours smiling at you before he nodded. "Can you bring me some tea please?" you asked as he nodded.
Xavier wasn't a servant, he knew that. But he still liked to do things for you. Xavier was so incredibly in love, even if he knew you will never be his, being around him is enough for him.
Xavier climbed into the bed, placing his head in your lap as you continued to read and played with his hair.
You two fell asleep like that before Michael joined you as he slept on your chest.
You loved to sleep like this, surrounded by love and care.
The doctor arrived the next day.
"What are they talking about?" Xavier was pacing, walking up and down in the room. "You have a good hearing!"
"Sit down already." Michael was getting angry, not only did you ask them to leave the room when the doctor arrived but he couldn't hear you.
Why were you blocking him?
"Michael! You have a good hearing, you can read people's minds!" Xavier finally sat down in the chair in front of Michael.
"She's blocking me out, I cannot hear anything."
Xavier's eyes went wide. WHY were you hiding,ย whatย were you hiding? You did hint that you might know what the problem is, maybe you have some terminal disease. Xavier was thinking of the worst when he heard the door open and both he and Michael rushed to catch the doctor.
The doctor didn't give them any straight answer, instead, he told them to go and ask you before he rushed off, clearly scared to death.
And they did.
You were standing, ready to leave the room and talk to them when they barged in, almost tripping over each other.
"My Queen, what-the doctor refused to say anything."
"I have great news, My Love and I wanted to be the one to tell you. It looks like I'm pregnant."
The word scared Xavier but Michael smiled. A genuine smile which not many people saw in their lives. Xavier thought this really was the end, the Antichrist, smiling.
You being the reason behind his smile every day.ย 
"Are you really?" Michael asked as he rushed to hug you. "Thank you," he said as he smiled into your hair.
Xavier felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He knew he wasn't supposed to, he knew his place, but he was still jealous. Extremely jealous.
But he understood, he knew. And he tried to be happy for you.
So, he decided to be a good pet and leave you two alone for the time and just go outside to think.
And thinking he did.
He had no choice, he was bounded, if he leaves, he dies, not like he had anywhere to go.
Meanwhile, you and Michael had a nice moment in the room, just the two of you, pure love.
"I can't believe it. We are going to have a baby."
"Yes, we are, I had a feeling but I wanted the doctor to confirm it." you smiled, eyes shining with love.
"This is why you said that everything will be fine." Michael was sure he never smiled so much in his life. "I love you so much."
"I love you too, Michael." you two kissed.
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Xavier was still outside, waiting for you two and you finally got out of the room.
"Aww, Xav, don't pout."ย 
"Am not." he said, pouting. You laughed slightly. "Congrats on the mini Antichrist."
"Thank you." you were too happy to notice he meant it in a bad way, but Michael didn't. But the smile on your face made him not act out. "You will have a new play-date soon, at least you will have someone to sleep with." Xavier not often had the chance to sleep with you, he often had to sleep in a separate room.
"So, I'll be your in-house babysitter."ย 
"YES." You laughed.ย 
You honestly didn't see anything wrong with this, even if you knew about his feelings, you weren't his.
And throughout the years, Xavier just couldn't accept that. But he had to, especially now.
Seeing you so excited and happy for this baby, Xavier couldn't stay grumpy, even when Michael had a little chat with him.
"The baby is mine, you are only her pet, you knew that from the beginning, so stay in your lane. I'm her husband and the father of her child. But if you continue with this behaviour, she will notice and feel bad which is not going to be good for either of us."ย 
Xavier understood, he also saw the changes in Michael as your stomach grew. For the Bringer Of the End, Michael was soft with you, being overprotective was an understatement. He kept everyone away from you except for Xavier, he was the only one besides him to be able to approach you.
You had a feeling Xavier would feel bad. But you also knew that you needed to keep the barrier. You loved Xavier, you really did but your love for him was different.
You belonged to Michael, your heart, body and soul were his without any doubt.ย 
But you also loved Xavier and you didn't want to make him feel bad about the situation.
Yes, you will have a baby with your husband, but it didn't mean that you will ignore him, you showed that to him, or tried to, by maintaining the same relationship you had.
You talked to him the same, and as your belly grew, you didn't change one bit.
Sure, your motherly instinct grew and you were more emotional, but it was normal.
One evening, you were already into your sixth month when you were listening to some music, slowly swaying with Michael while Xavier watched.
And just as another song began, Michael gave your hand to Xavier. Xavier looked at him, confused.ย 
"I have some work. Dance with her." he said.
Xavier didn't need to be told twice, he grabbed your hand and started slow dancing with you.
That was the moment Xavier felt the best.
To be able to hold you, with Michael's permission meant everything to him.
And somehow, all three of you knew, at that moment, that this is going to be fine.
You are all going to be fine.
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my name is sloth, im 26, extremely queer, and im on the hunt for moots
im mostly gonna use this blog to post about my gay vampire ocs so id love ppl who are into that kind of vibe
i write and do art and sometimes i make music, id love to connect with other creators <3
ill tag a bunch of stuff i like so reblog this if u see this basically and iโ€™ll follow u lol
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โ€œMary Prays The Rosary For My Broken Mindโ€ (An AHS Apocalypse Fanfic) Michael Langdon x Fem!OC : Part 2
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Two days later, and Primrose hadnโ€™t seen much of Michael Langdon. She had passed him once in the hall, but he seemed distracted, and she was still bashful after the interrogation. Days and nights in Outpost Three seemed mechanical and lackluster. Well, until Emily knocked on Primโ€™s door.ย 
โ€œPrim! Venable is calling a meeting. Everyone is to attend.โ€ Emily spoke through the dark wooden door.
Primrose opened the door, coming face to face with her friend. Emily seemed stressed, like something terrible had happened, and Primโ€™s heart felt like lead. โ€œMore snakes? Did someone get contaminated?โ€ She whispered as they walked down the hall towards the library.ย 
Emily stopped and turned to Primrose. โ€œTimothy and I... we had sex.โ€ย 
Prim stopped walking as well.ย โ€œDoes Venable know? Thatโ€™s against the rules! You couldโ€™ve gotten killed and turned into... stew...โ€
Emilyโ€™s expression turned dark.ย โ€œThey were going to kill us. Venable and Ms. Mead. But...โ€
โ€œBut what?!โ€ Primrose said, distraught.
โ€œBut Langdon saved us. Iโ€™m not sure why... Maybe I was wrong to judge him so quickly.โ€ Emily said, then shook her head.
Prim pursed her lips, glassy eyed as she drifted into a brief daydream about Michaelโ€™s hand sliding down gently onto her breast, right above her heart. She snapped out of the trance quickly, though, as Emily tapped her sharply on the shoulder.
โ€œPrim? Prim! Are you ok?โ€ Emily asked, eyes brimming with concern.ย 
โ€œYeah, Iโ€™m just... you know...โ€
Emily nodded.ย โ€œI know. Its a lot to hear that Venable is still so willing to kill us over the slightest deviance from the rules. Theyโ€™re stupid rules if you ask me.โ€
Primrose nodded, and the two girls continued down the hall. They entered the library silently, standing by the fireplace in anticipation as Wilhelmina Venable stood before everyone, calling the residentsโ€™ attention merely by her looming presence.ย 
โ€œTimes have been difficult,โ€ she began in her usual weathered voice.ย โ€œAnd perhaps punishments and other disciplinary measurements have been taken too far these past few weeks. Now, what I think we all need is a celebration. We have prevailed this long, so tonight there will be a Halloween Soiree.โ€ Venable watched their shocked faces with amusement.ย Primrose and Emily smiled with a matching essence of uncertainty.ย 
โ€˜Why is Venable suddenly so concerned with our happiness and wellbeing?โ€™ Prim thought. Something felt off.
โ€œI expect you all to come up with the most... exquisite costumes. And one last thing.โ€ She stated, leaning on her cane.ย โ€œAttendance, is mandatory.โ€
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Primrose stood in front of the long mirror in her room, staring blankly at herself, then sighing, and turning to the dresses she had arranged on the bed. It was hard to make decisions when she felt this nervous. What was the true motive for Venable hosting this party? โ€˜Will Michael be there?โ€™ She wondered, lips parting for a second before she pushed the thought away.ย โ€˜Why does that matter?โ€™ She lifted one of the dresses off of the bed. It was white velvet with silver and gold brocade and long bell sleeves.ย โ€œIts giving angelic Juliette Capulet vibes.โ€ She whispered.ย โ€œWhat should my mask be made from?โ€ Primrose thought as she undressed. There were feathers on the bodice of the other dresses. โ€˜Some of them are even white.โ€™ She nodded.ย 
Sheโ€™d be an angel for the party. She turned back towards the mirror, doing her best to get the gown on and cinch her own corset. Satisfied with how she looked, Primrose pinned her hair up in a simple twist with a pair of bejeweled combs that shone like moonlit diamonds.ย โ€œPretty...โ€ she said. Then instantly felt ashamed. This dress was finer than anything her mother had ever had, even for her wedding. It probably would cost more than her tuition in the pre-apocalyptic world. It felt beautiful and wrong. โ€œJust like...โ€ Primrose silenced the thought.ย 
She turned and exited the hall, knocking on Emilyโ€™s door. Emily opened it.ย โ€œOh my god! You look beautiful! Like an angel!โ€ Emily said, her thick dark curls pulled elegantly into an updo and her neck adorned with a beautiful necklace. She hugged Primrose tightly, then released her and backed up again to appreciate her friendโ€™s costume.ย โ€œWhy do you look so sad, Prim? Tonight we get to celebrate our survival!โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t know... maybe if I finish making my mask itโ€™ll cheer me up,โ€ Prim said, not wanting to spoil the festive mood.ย โ€œIโ€™ll meet you in the library in a bit, ok?โ€
โ€œDeal,โ€ Emily nodded.ย 
Primrose returned to her room. She closed the door and started fiddling with the feathers she had plucked from the other gowns, trying her best to attach them to a very basic mask.ย 
โ€œNeed any help?โ€ a charismatic and familiar voice said from behind her.ย 
Primrose whirled around,ย โ€œHowโ€™d you g-get in here?โ€ She gasped, coming face to face with Michael Langdon.
โ€œYou wanted me to come, so I came.โ€ He breathed, studying her face with a look of delight.ย โ€œYou look like an angel.โ€ย 
She stood unable to look away from his tempting lips. Primrose felt a kind of magnetism to this man that was impossible to explain.ย โ€œBut I never said you should come here-โ€
โ€œShhh....โ€ Michael said, gently stroking her pouty lower lip with his thumb.ย โ€œYou didnโ€™t tie your corset all the way.โ€ Langdon observed, spinning her around so her could see the bow where her corset was cinched.ย 
โ€œOh...โ€ Primrose replied, caught off guard by his comment.ย โ€œI guess I donโ€™t have a lot of experience with clothes like these. Can you... help me? I told Emily Iโ€™d meet her in the library soon.โ€ She asked, her voice shaking.ย 
โ€œActually, I wouldnโ€™t bother. I donโ€™t think this dress suits you very much at all.โ€ Michael stated in an even tone.ย 
โ€œBut you said I looked like an angel? Isnโ€™t that a good thing?โ€ Prim questioned, turning back around quickly to face him.ย 
He towered over her, laughing softly and shaking his head, his long golden hair falling forward a bit as he bent down closer to her face.ย 
Before Primrose could think straight, his lips were on hers, and his kiss was absolutely intoxicating. It was a dark poison she couldnโ€™t get enough of. It tasted of lust, and of every sinful act she had resisted in the past lifetime. She moaned, surrendering to Michaelโ€™s touch as his hands traveled over her curvy figure, caressing every part of her body she loathed and thought unworthy or lacking in beauty. His kisses traveled down her neck as his long graceful fingers undid the ribbons that fastened the dress onto her body. Then Langdon suddenly pulled away.ย โ€œCome with me, Primrose.โ€ He said.ย 
Like a lost puppy dog, she followed him obediently out the door of her room and into his own bedchambers. He closed the door behind them, and picked up a dark blood stained knife with a serrated blade.ย 
Primrose backed up against the wall, whimpering as he approached her with it. Her brown eyes widened abruptly with fear. She muttered something along the lines of a plea for mercy, until he was inches away. Then, with a swift and calculated gesture, Michael covered her mouth, muffling Primโ€™s scream as he ripped the blade through the fabric of her dress. The garment crumpled down to the ground and left her standing in only her underwear.ย 
When Langdon lifted his hand from her mouth, she started crying tears of shock and relief.ย โ€œYou scared me...โ€ She whispered, staring up at Michaelโ€™s devilish grin.ย 
โ€œMmm...โ€ Michael sighed with ecstasy as he pressed his erection up against her.ย โ€œYouโ€™re so pure... Poor girl, you trulyย werenโ€™t lying about your virginity.โ€
โ€œPlease go easy on me... this is my first t-t-time.โ€ Primrose cried.
โ€œIโ€™ll give you exactly what you deserve.โ€ Michael said, taking off his clothes and advancing towards the girl. She blushed, feeling guilty. Prim had never seen a manโ€™s cock in person before, only in anatomy books, yet her instincts told her that his was exceptionally large. Intimidatingly so. He scooped her up, roughly tossing her onto his bed, where she spread her legs, submitting to him. It was a brief moment, he held her hips and stared directly into her eyes. Primroseโ€™s mind flashed suddenly with images of pure evil, bloody sacrifices in the name of Satan, and wretched unspeakable sins she could never have imagined on her own. And then her mind cleared, and he plunged his length inside of her.
โ€œAhhh!โ€ She squeaked as she felt her clit stretch and her body tremble with elation and fear. Michael pushed deep into her, then pulled out, leaving her panting. He fingered her wet pussy a bit before thrusting his dick back in. He did this repeatedly until Primrose climaxed and begged him to leave it in so he could cum inside her.ย 
Michael laughed, and she could hear his voice in her mind, taunting her and saying the filthiest and most vile things she had ever heard, perhaps that anyone had ever heard. Prim furrowed her brow in confusion, but was quickly distracted by the way he bit her neck and the feeling of him cumming. She felt warm blood trickle down her neck and she squirmed in pain. But the pleasure convinced her to cooperate and follow his lead once again.ย 
โ€œOh god....โ€ She whispered.
Michael bit her harder, this time the pain was nearly unbearable. He pulled away, lips dripping with her blood.ย โ€œNo. Not god. I want you to say my name.โ€ He growled.ย โ€œPraise me.โ€
Primrose wept, neck stinging with sensitivity where he had ripped her flesh.ย โ€œPraise... you?โ€ She whimpered.
Michael nodded, locking her in his gaze.
โ€œYouโ€™re... him. Youโ€™re S-s-sโ€
โ€œSAY IT.โ€ Micheal threatened.ย 
โ€œSatan.โ€ Primrose moaned.ย 
Michael looked somewhat satisfied, and kissed his victim passionately on her lips again, fingers wrapping around her neck. Primrose felt her vision grow dark.
When she regained consciousness, she was lying in the Antichristโ€™s bed, and she could feel the regret starting to set in. It ached like her neck where his hands had choked her. Michael was fully dressed once more, sitting at his desk and typing on his laptop. She got out of bed quickly dropping to her knees and kneeling with her hands pressed together as she repented to the Lord.ย 
When he paused he glanced in her direction and grabbed his serrated knife, scooping her up and pinning her against the wall.ย โ€œDo you really think god still wants you? That heโ€™d forgive you? That heโ€™d show you any mercy? You naive little girl,โ€ Michael scoffed.ย โ€œYou are mine now. Youโ€™re a filthy whore.โ€ He leaned in, whispering in her ear.ย โ€œEmbrace it. Stop pretending to love a god who killed your mother and abandoned you.โ€
Tears streamed down her face, and all her anger at god resurfaced.ย โ€œThatโ€™s right...โ€ Michael said, licking her lustfully.ย โ€œThatโ€™s my girl. Now lie down again. Iโ€™ll join you once I finish deciding on the selections for the Sanctuary.โ€ย 
Primrose returned obediently to his bed, wrapping the soft covers around her body, and letting her exhaustion overtake her senses. She was about to drift off to sleep when the door opened and Venable and Ms. Mead entered.ย 
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So fun fact about rerooting rainbow high dolls. Their heads are a lot thicker/harder than a regular Barbie doll head so you have to keep repeatedly, heating them before sticking the needle in or your needle will break. I have broken several rerooting needles because of this And yesterday I was in the middle of working on one of my dolls when my last one broke and shimmer locks is on vacation so I have to wait until Friday before I can order more. I have some size 3, but size 3 is just a little too big for what Iโ€™m trying to do when I really need a size 5. ๏ฟผ
and for some reason some of the doll heads are harder to keep soft than others. ๏ฟผ like for instance, I had some trouble with Rexis head before I figured out what I was doing then I started working on a Delilah and she has been much easier to work with. I also did a little bit of rerooting on a Simone and she wasnโ€™t too bad however Iโ€™m currently working on Hali and River and their heads seem to be much harder and it was actually Rivers head that broke my needle ๏ฟผ so you know itโ€™s been interesting.
Good news is I finished all of the rerooting on Delilah and Simone so now itโ€™s just painting and styling ๏ฟผ ๏ฟผ
Also, my older sister has informed me that my work table full of headless dolls, and my rerooting of dolls is in fact, vaguely creepy I donโ€™t know why she feels that way, but she thinks itโ€™s scary. Similarly one of my other sisters has decided that dolls with no eyes in them are also terrifying, I had taken the eyes out of one because I wanted to swap the eyelashes with a different one and every time she walked by my table she literally jumped this girls in her 20s sheโ€™s not a little kid ๏ฟผ
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The House of Ouroboros was the first secret society at Langdons' University in Westcote. The origins of this secret society date back to 1675, when five friares formed the Fraternity of Ouroboros, which dealt with paranormal mysteries, occultism and studied theories of the Doomsday. They found part of a golden cube that served as the key to a treasure hidden by the Spanish Inquisition somewhere under Westcote. The fraternity hid it because of the unusual behavior of the members of fraternity somewhere in an old cathedral on the fringe of the city. For decades, members of The House of Ouroboros have tried to find the missing pieces of the cube, but they have always missed as well before finding all of them.
Cassidy van Roekel โ€” future prosecutor.
Arno Dorian โ€” future historian.
Ned Wynert โ€” future sociologist.
Alice Liddell โ€” future psychologist.
Jacob Frye โ€” future senior information specialist.
Five members, paranormal activities in the city, Mystery of the Westcote's Curse and upcoming End of the World.
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