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ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@chthonianNecrology You don't remember her. The hair like silk and horns curled like ivy down the sides of her face, she was the world and the moons to you. Her touch was soft and her claws were sharp, like fangs on a butterfly or perhaps the proboscis on a hummingbird. She sipped at your veins like it was a godly nectar. She called you her 3rd place trophy, an inside joke from an event you've not quite erased yet. There was so much blood. No amount of prying the pushers from cadavers will bring her back, none of it will wash away the stains of her purple on your hands. You'll never see her pretty smile or her delicate horns again, and it was your fault. Would she want you to forget her so easily? It's not your fault. πΌπππππ’ πππ
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the bloodlust and lust might be interlinked- ha.. β₯οΈ #suggestive; #concupiscentanonymously β
i'd let sylink choke me out and stab me in a breath. β₯οΈ #nsfw; #violence; #concupiscentanonymously β
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ΛβΊβ§βΛ Y'know I'm just remembering something else. I'm in my hive (reely luxurious palace, (a lot of you might not have one #sad), and all of a sudden there's a knock at it. I'm like "What the hell" because there should be, like, security in place!!! What am I paying those Rustbloods for, after all!! Anyways I get up from my super comfy sofa and I answer it and there's a GUY there. He's pretty cute, but there's something kinda familiar about him. You know when you look at someone's face and go "Hmm I know you" but don't know where from? Yeah, that! Anyways he's got this weird package for me and if you know me I LOOOVE presents <3 I don't let him in, one, because he's kinda dirty from GOG knows where, two, while he was cute I didn't trust him (he was an Oliveblood if that matters). He shakes the package towards me and I hear something shaking around in it!! Sounded expensive, too. We talked for a few minutes, I could tell he was enamored with me (or it was still his adrenaline dying down. I take the package and shake it a couple more times, and all this weirdo says is "special delivery from a secret admeowrerer." And it was like-- dude can't you just man up, get some globes and admit that it was from you? But then it hit me: what if some reely hot guy or girl or something else got him to deliver this to me to confess their love anonymously?! I mean, that's what the whole "secret admirer" thing was, yeah? I slam the door in excitedness and tear into it, only to find that it was a shattered necklace from, like, the bargain bin. Like, thanks, but no thanks!! Threw it out. #sorry #storytime. Λββ§βΊΛ