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caeliangel · 2 years ago

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WELCOME TO CAELIAN'S PAGE,

“I prefer that the patient also forgets the doctor, unless they relapse.”

screen reader ver coming !

‼️HELP PALESTINE‼️

RQS: CLOSED

"Anyone is free to kill himself, as long as I’m not around to see it.” (😭)

ask game

🥩 : one of my labels

🧠 : singer / band I like

🫀: song I like

🕸 : media I like

🦴 : book I like

Numbers = song in my likeds (1 to 224)

about, byf && dni under the cut!

Pint: flags I made

⸺﹒ABOUT ME !!﹒⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⠀⚘️

🦇⋅ ⋅ ⋅ the winged one﹕ 𓆪

you can call me caelian / célian, or seph. I will always answer to those.

I am a franco-irish white indigenous pagan celt!

⚰️⋅ ⋅ ⋅ about the mind﹕ 𓆪

Nbpdtism + pdid + mixed origins.

🩸⋅ ⋅ ⋅ about the identity﹕ 𓆪

My main pronouns are he, hew, hy, she! I am a futchy boygirlflux bi intersex velaurian! Otherkin stuff includes but is not limited to: angelkin, vampkin, werewolfkin && more.

🕊⋅ ⋅ ⋅ about the interests... ﹕ 𓆪

trigun, nge, ff7, tloz, hello kitty, psychology, writing, poems, reading, literature, hoarding stuff and much more!

⸺﹒WILL & WONT DO﹒⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⠀⚘️

．．．will

hyperspecific terms

icons

gender && term coinning

contradictory labels

names finds

．．．won't

whatever makes me uncomfortable

tranx/id or any radqueer labels

terms for things I do not know well

paraphilic flags or terms

please note I can refuse anything for whatever reasons!

⸺﹒BYF & DNI !!﹒⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⠀⚘️

．．．byf

I am critical of my own interests and believe that things should be consumed critically.

I take everything personally and struggle to read tone!

Anyone can use my flags, just be respectful and credit me.

Dont steal them or change their meanings, thats all im asking. My flags have nothing to do with your queer discourse.

I support "contradictory" labels, this includes but is not limited to: mspec lesbian, mspec gay, lesboys, turigirls, etc.

I believe bisexuals can reclaim the d slur, the f slur, and use the double venus and double mars symbol. I also think butchfemmes are queer labels and not lesbian exclusive.

I am a battle axe bisexual as in, I fight and advocate against biphobia.

I am against separatists aswell and will not tolerate those who took away from bisexuals. Fuck biphobes.

．．．dni

Terfs, radfems, transmeds, truscums, gender skeptics, gender police, etc.

Believe in monosexual privilege, or use terms like "cis passing" "straight passing"

Anti xeno/neos and anti mogai/liom

Think non-binaries can't be gay/lesbians or don't support he/him lesbians or she/her gays

Fakeclaimmers

Against "contradictory labels"

Against otherkin, non-humans, therian, etc!

Under 13, unless I follow first.

If you demonize the cluster b (npd, bpd, hpd, aspd) and this includes if you belive that narcissistic abuse exist.

If you're going to judge me or mock me/my interests.

Anti-ageres.

Any kind of bigot.

Exclus or "Safequeers"

Radqueers

If you're here to argue or be a meanie whatever

⸺﹒TAGS !!﹒⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⠀⚘️

🦇︰︵︵ winged hoard : my hoard!

⚰️︰︵︵ rise the flag : flag making

🩸︰︵︵ gift for the beloveds : any requests

🥩︰︵︵ the food is here : flags I find gorgeous

🗝︰︵︵ memories : icons

💌︰︵︵ letters : inbox/asks/games

just for archival / pinterest purporse

🎀︰︵︵ combo flags

💗︰︵︵ orientations

💋︰︵︵ genders

❤️‍🩹︰︵︵ mad flags

🍬︰︵︵ plural flags

🐈‍⬛︰︵︵ otherkin flags

🦴︰︵︵ pint: caepiric (posted on pint)

🕷︰︵︵ butchfemme

coining event archives...

cael300foevent : tag for the 300 followers event.

cael400foevent : tag for the 400 followers event.

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moooncats · 7 months ago

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✿ Pick A Card : Your Vibes ✿

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Pile 1 : Integrity.

You are full of inspiration which is very addictive. Lowkey- your peers love to absorb your energy so they can get just an ounce of what you have. Please be careful for energy Vampires pile 1! 🧛‍♀️🩸 Use your discretion when interacting with others. I'm seeing here that your energy gives me a feeling of honor. You live life righteously. I'm hearing "Ho'o Pono Pono". Your eyes show the truth in them and your mouth spreads it amongst the universe. People who hear you speak want to follow you. I'm seeing here that you are easily a leader pile 1, and you don't mind if others want to be there by your side as you preach. Trendsetter mindset strongly here. I'm hearing "Genuine". People can just tell that you are wholesome and down to earth. Just like fine wine, your energy is intoxicating. People can tell you have that Je ne sais quoi. You are a truth seeker who is reliable, and you don't really care what people think or say about you. You stay focused in the now. People find that very respectable about you. In my minds eye I'm seeing Mulan. At first what she was doing was against the norms, but she pushed through what others thought and said and did the unthinkable. Pile 1, you are innovators and creatives who have a beautiful aura and energy to share! A true Visionary. ♡ Your soulfulness is really attractive and magnetic as well i'm picking up on old souls. People who resonate with feeling like they've been on earth for a long time and this isn't their first rodeo. People instinctively know not to mess with you, and try to get in your good graces.

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Pile 2 : Dragons.

This is my lucky pile. 🍀♡ You can see the synchronicities in life and you use that to your advantage. Even if you don't even notice yourself doing so, the universe hears your thoughts and does whatever it can at the moment to match your current frequency which is in tuned with wealth. You may love to be grounded in the 4D, you are well at visualizing your goals, dreams, and aspirations. You may also be very grounded in the 3D as well, for ex: you like to take your time to contemplate your actions before you do them. You understand that some of your idea's don't need much attention so you move in secret, and keep your dreams to yourself/others that you find as ride or dies. This pile may also like to look plain when they go on about their day to day tasks. Even if you have an abundance of wealth. You may not flex often unless needed to "understand the assignment". Like a dragon, you keep your precious possesions locked away in your safe haven. You understand that those precious things keep you sane and on the righteous path that has made you into the person that you are. You know how to work hard, and play hard. ✈️ I'm seeing vacations, pamper days, and being at home relaxed in a setting where you get to choose what surrounds you. You like to keep negative vibes out of your sight so your mind can be more clearer. You understand that when your mind is clear, manifesting becomes easier and easier. ⚠️ PSA for this pile, please be careful when it comes to hoarding. If you feel overwhlemed at times, it is okay to let go and observe how you feel after that. "I just sit back and observe" 💅 by Nicki Minaj is what I'm hearing. Sometimes, less can be more. 🌿 One man's trash, is another man's treasure may also resonate with you pile 2. ✨️

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Pile 3 : Family Friendly.

You're seen as a bubbly person. I'm seeing truly's and energy drinks in my minds eye. Your energy is sugary and sweet my pile 3 🍸. It is also very intoxicating as well. Imagine a hummingbird landing on a flower. You are that flower. 🌷 Most of your time is spent well with family/those who you consider as family. People like to think of you as someone who is very reliable, they see you as a cruicial part of their daily routine. You may also be seen as the innocent wide eye'd child you once were (or still are). You love to see others happy, and as a result smiles are never far from your reach. 🌈 You seem to get very good reactions out of people. Even if you've seen someone having a rough day and they lash out on you, they ruminate on their actions and start to feel bad because to them - you are their ohana. They wouldn't dare leave you behind because if they did, who would be their sunshine after a rainy day, or their stars in the nightime? Pile 3, you may also be mothers or fathers as well. If so, your kids love you so much. They appriciate everything you do for them. You're seen as a Magician who can conjure up anything for the right occasions. Love is a strong theme for this pile. I'm seeing your heart chakra is open and when you fully embrace it. I just thought of the scene from the grinch when his heart finally grows bigger and he's ready to be a part of the society he is in. You may, be learning to fit in while being an outsider. Although being an outsider, you are like a magnet to others who you piqued their interests. It's hard to be in a bad mood around someone who's buzzing, it is quite contagious. 🐝✨️

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Thank you for reading this, I appreciate you all. If you have any suggestions on the next reading, don't be afraid to let me know in the comments/dm. ^-^ Stay hydrated and weird everyone. Moooncats out! ✌️🦇✨️

#baby witch #intuition #intuitive #pac #pick a card #tarot #tarotreading #free tarot #tarotblr #witchblr #moooncatstarot

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slashers-and-rats · 1 year ago

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I’m gnawing at the bone for any kind of Brahms Heelshire x Reader content 🙏🏼🙏🏼

-🔪🩸

rat chat: first off, excited for my first ever tagged anon. v cool. secondly, i hope this satiates your needs.

brahms heelshire x gn!reader | nsfw |

brahms wasn’t a social man, if that wasn’t obvious. even after he had revealed himself to you, and you had accepted him with open arms, he found himself struggling to be in your presence all the time. there wasn’t any doubt he liked you, that wasn’t the case. he was comparable to a cat. he curled up on your lap, and pestered you for pats and scratches, and when he was finished, he’d disappear for hours on end with little regard for your own needs. it was something he was working on. consideration didn’t come naturally to him, especially after so much of his life was spent worrying about how he would survive and nothing else.

that’s not to say brahms didn’t want you around. he desperately craved you, just in different ways. while he felt anxious being around you physically, he kept himself close to you within the safety of his walls. anywhere you were, he was there too, just stowed away within his passages.

he enjoyed keeping an eye on you, and observing the way you went about your business. you were an alien to him, a new species, and he was your observer. you kept to a tight schedule, and he memorized your routine down to the last detail.

he also had a small habit of stealing your things. to him, these were specimens; they were little items for him to study and examine to understand you better. he liked nabbing things you wouldn’t miss. sometimes it was pieces of jewelry you never used, sometimes it was books he’d seen you finish, sometimes it was even the cutlery you had used and put away for cleaning. he added it all to his hoard. if you had seen it, he was sure you’d think it a shrine, but it wasn’t as simple as that. it was a nest. being so close to these things you had interacted with made him feel warm inside, comfortable, and he liked laying among them as if to pretend you were there too.

brahms had a habit of getting carried away, though. during the night, when he had no real reason to watch you for more than an hour or two, he’d crawl back to his little sanctuary and lay among his collection. he’d stare up at the ceiling, and grab his most prized possession. it was a pair of your underwear, taken off the floor of the bathroom during one of your showers. he was sure you would’ve noticed, but you had been tired that day, and didn’t check your clothes before throwing them into the hamper.

they smelled of you. they smelled of sin, and of naughty thoughts, and of dark desires. when he rubbed them against his face, and breathed your scent in deep, he’d feel dirty but alive. there was something about the shame of it all, about how if you saw him you’d be disappointed, that made it all the more delicious. those moments when you chastised him for something bad he did were his favourite, because it meant you were giving him your full attention. that’s all he really wanted, to be seen by you. he wished it didn’t involve so much… physical presence.

this was good enough for him. these little moments, when he would yank his pants down his hips and reach his hand down, and pretend it was yours; when he’d grip hard at his base, and stroke up and down slowly, and pretend you were sitting on his face, it was good. it brought momentary bliss. he’d smother himself with the fabric of your underwear, and use it to muffle his wanton moans. he’d fuck into his hand, and pretend you were the one bouncing recklessly on him.

he had such a specific fantasy. he wanted you to find him stroking himself, indulging in the dirtier things in life- and he wanted you to relieve him. he wanted you to walk up to him when he hadn’t even realized you were there, and take over for him. his hands were too rough- yours were so soft and gentle. even when you were mad, you had such a caring touch about you. you’d wrap your hands around his cock, and pump him slow, and watch him writhe and whine for you. he’d be so surprised, but so happy. he wouldn’t fight. he might beg for you to go faster, or plead that you use more than just your hand, but you wouldn’t budge. he didn’t deserve it yet, not after stealing your things and using them for such nefarious purposes.

you’d massage his balls, and praise him. he wouldn’t be able to look at you. even thinking about it made him embarrassed, and made him push his face further into hiding. he tried to mimic what you would do to him, how you’d squeeze your hand around him, and rub his balls until he felt tight. he tried to be good for you even then, by whispering your name and promising he’d be good. sure, he was speaking to nothing but air, but it was the thought that counts.

brahms would shove his shirt and sweater high up on his chest, letting himself feel the cool air hit his skin. he was so hot, so needy as he stroked himself. he could barely focus on his own fantasies. he kept getting lost in the feeling, lost in the very idea of you being there. he could imagine you smiling down at him, so smug. he liked it when you looked cocky, like you knew exactly who he was and how to press his buttons.

he’d cum hard. his load would spread onto his stomach and part of his chest, and it would feel scorching against his skin. it would make him sob, shaking and fucking the last aftershocks out of his cock until he was soft. he’d let go, panting like a dog, tired. with a huff, he’d remove your underwear from his face and discard it into its special place in his nest, careful to keep it somewhat hidden in case you ever did stumble into his little sanctuary.

brahms liked you. he liked being around you. he liked what you did to him. he knew if you saw your effect on him, that you’d like it just as much.

maybe one day he’d show you.

#slasher x reader #slashers #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire #ask

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theesirenteller · 21 days ago

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BLOOD 🩸BOUND

🄼🄰🅂🅃🄴🅁 🄻🄸🅂🅃

Pam Grier as Serafina

Eiza González as Maria Bellá Lopez

Manny’s words replayed in Serafina’s mind as she laid in bed at the ariza house. She hasn't known him long, less than 72 hours. But, he was by far the nicest, the most gentlemanly out of the men she'd met at the clubhouse. As she stared up at the chipped wallpaper in the bedroom she occupied, Serafina let out a deep breath and then proceeded to sit up. Almost instantly, pain shot up the side of her neck and inner curves of her inner thighs. The sensation was a hot, uncomfortable feeling that sent cold shivers down her spin. Her body was drenched in sweat, her white-blood stained t-shirt clung to her body like a second layer of skin. The moment she stood up, she felt lightheaded. Serafina ignored that feeling and walked out the room.

Instantly, the sound of multiple women chit-chatting could be heard. But, that wasn’t new. The Ariza house was always a jam packed whore house that hoarded feedlings for the bikers. It wasn’t her life plan to end up one, but she did. “Bout time you woke up, chica.” a familiar voice said from behind her.

Serafina turned around and almost instantly rolled her eyes, “Anyone would sleep like the dead when you’re getting sucked off by one.” She replied with a weak smile, “Where were you last night Marie-Bella? After you left with Bishop, I got worried.”

Marie-Bella wassup an alluring beauty in Mexico. Her long, raven-black hair cascades down her shoulders, framing a face that is both sharp and captivating. Deep, expressive eyes—accentuated by a hint of intensity—tell a story of a life lived on the edge. Her full lips, often painted a deep crimson, reveal a quiet confidence, hinting at her undeniable influence among those in her circle.

Clad in a sleek black corset and matching leather pants, she emanates an effortless sensuality. The detailed studs lining her pants enhance her boldness, while her form-fitting top highlights her curves, amplifying her command of any room she enters. As a feedling, Marie-Bella has honed her ability to navigate the underworld, using her charm and sharp wit to cater to the Mayans MC. Known for her strategic mind, she often moves through shadows, ensuring that her actions always benefit the club. Serafina, her closest confidante, and best friend.

“Amor, you worry too much.” Marie-Bella laughed as she ran her hands through Serafina’s hair, “Bish is like thee nicest out of all of them, well maybe the second nicest next to that blood-thirsting feen Coco.” she giggled. Her dark eyes skimmed Serafina from top to bottom, her giddy expression weening.

“You look like shit.” She said,

“Gee thanks,” Serafina replied sarcastically, “Taza didn’t exactly take it easy on me last night.” she informed Marie-Bella with a sigh. The sound of floorboards creaking had caught Marie-Bella’s attention just as she was about to reply. The friends shared an unspoken look before Serafina announced she was going to freshen up.

“Cool, I’ll meet you downstairs when you’re done.” Marie-Bella replied before she headed downstairs.

And with that, Serafina made her way into the bathroom. She soon stood beneath the hot water, her body trembling as the warmth cascaded over her bruised skin. The steam filled the small bathroom, but it did little to ease the ache deep in her bones. Faint purple bruises marbled her arms, the delicate tracery of veins beneath her dull-brown skin standing out starkly from the abuse. Darker patches bloomed across her collarbone, hips, and thighs—reminders of where Taza’s hands had gripped too tight, his hunger too raw. Each bruise throbbed, a testament to how close Serafina had come to being drained completely.

As the water poured over her, she pressed her forehead against the cold tile, eyes squeezed shut. A hollow ache gnawed at her insides, like a hunger that could never be sated. She craved Taza’s touch again, the biting edge of her fangs, though she knew how dangerous it was. The sharp euphoria of being fed on had left her yearning, her mind foggy, her limbs weak. Every muscle aches, not just from the roughness, but from the withdrawal that gripped her. It was a craving, a twisted need, much like an addict’s for their drug of choice. Even the hot water couldn’t chase away the cold that settled in her chest, the way her pulse pounded in her temples, begging for that release again.

Serafina’s fingers curled into fists, nails digging into her palms as she tried to steady her breathing. She hated this. The bruises would fade, but the craving would not.

The transition from finishing her shower, getting dressed, and then leaving the whorehouse was a complete blur. She’d been brought back to reality an hour later. She blinked slowly, now finding herself seated across from Letty in some run down diner. The scent of burnt coffee and empanadas filled the air. The diner buzzed with the afternoon crowd, Letty and Serafina sat across from each other in a booth, sunlight streaming through the window, casting a warm glow on the wooden table. Serafina stirred her coffee, her mind racing with thoughts of the Mayans Motorcycle Club. She already knew their dark secret; after all, they fed off her and the other women connected to the club. ‘Crow-eaters’. Just a stupid name for the word whore.

Letty leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Bishop Losa and his cousin discovered the secret to becoming vampires ages ago. But it’s not just about blood; it’s about power. They can turn others, but only one of them has the authority to gift that power. that’s why they’re so selective with who they choose;Manny, Gilly, and EZ… they were all chosen for a reason.” she proceeded to lean back slightly. “Manny’s fiercely loyal with charm, Gilly’s is loyal and obedient, and EZ? He’s got this fire that draws people in. When Bishop or the Alverez turns someone, it’s more than just a bite. It’s a ritual, an honor. They’re sharing their strength and binding them into the family.”

Serafina’s heart raced at the thought. “So, when they turned those three, they weren’t just making more vampires. They were expanding their influence, solidifying their power.”

“Right ,” Letty said, her tone serious now. “It’s a code they live by. Once you’re in, you’re family, and you protect your own. The club’s like a fortress, and they’ll go to any lengths to defend it.”

Serafina remembered the times she had felt that fierce loyalty among them, a bond that ran deeper than blood. “But what about us? The women who get caught in all this? We’re just… collateral?”

“Not collateral,” Letty corrected, her eyes fierce. She shook her head as an angry look flashed across her eyes.

The diner hummed with life, the smell of coffee and grilled burgers began hanging in the air.

Serafina had seen the way the men looked at her and the other women, how they consumed their essence—blood slaves, nothing more. “Then what? Marie-Bella got us here from Los Vegas a few days ago. We partied at the clubhouse with them and then I woke up covered in blood with my virginity gone and Taza feeding off my legs.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she recalled the events. “It was terrifying.”

Letty’s expression darkened. “It’s not just terrifying; it’s brutal. Bishop Losa and his cousin have the power to turn someone, but they choose their mates so carefully, and it’s a painful process.”

“Painful how?” Serafina asked, her curiosity mingling with dread.

“They don’t do it for love,” Letty said sharply. “Most of the time, their wives aren’t even considered for that privilege. For them, love is a weakness. They want loyalty, control. It’s about power. When they choose someone to turn, it’s because they see potential for obedience, not affection.”

Serafina’s heart sank. “So, we’re just… vessels? Nothing more?”

“Exactly,” Letty replied, her voice heavy with contempt. “They’ll drain you dry, both physically and emotionally. You think you might be special for a moment, but really, you’re just another blood source. It’s a brutal hierarchy, and the pain of being chosen or discarded can be unbearable.”

“What happens to those who aren’t chosen?” Serafina asked, the weight of reality pressing down on her.

“They stay as they are—used and tossed aside when they’re no longer needed, or in some cases dead,” Letty said bitterly. “It’s a cycle of exploitation. They revel in their power, and for the women involved, it’s often a nightmare.”

Serafina felt anger and despair swell within her. “So, we have no power at all?”

“None,” Letty confirmed, her voice low. “you guys exist to serve their needs. They take what they want and leave you feeling empty. The men don’t see you guys as partners or equals; we’re just tools for their pleasure.”

The realization hit Serafina hard, and she shivered at the thought of being nothing more than a pawn in their twisted game. Letty’s words echoed in her mind, a dark truth that made her skin crawl.

As they sat in the diner, the bustling world around them faded away, leaving only the weight of their conversation. Serafina understood that in this perilous game, survival depended on navigating a reality where power ruled, and love was a cruel illusion.

### Transition Scene: Midnight Carnival

The neon lights of the carnival flickered like fireflies against the night sky as Letty and Serafina wandered through the bustling streets, their arms laden with shopping bags. The air was thick with the scents of popcorn and cotton candy, and the sounds of laughter and carnival games created an electrifying atmosphere. Midnight struck, and the vibrant chaos of the carnival seemed to pulse with life.

“Can you believe we stumbled onto this?” Letty exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “This feels like something out of a movie!”

Serafina smiled, momentarily pushing aside her thoughts about Manny. The colors, the lights, the music—it was a welcome distraction. They drifted toward a carousel, its horses gleaming under the bright lights, and Serafina felt a rush of joy wash over her.

But then a shiver ran down her spine, and she instinctively turned. There he was—Manny—leaning casually against a lamppost, shadows playing across his sharp features, his dark eyes fixed on her with an intensity that sent a thrill through her.

“Manny,” she whispered, a mix of excitement and unease stirring within her.

Before she could process her feelings, he glided toward them, his movements smooth and confident. The crowd seemed to part around him as he approached, his gaze never leaving Serafina. “Ladies,” he said, his voice low and entrancing, like velvet laced with danger. “Enjoying the carnival?”

Letty frowned, sensing the shift in the air. “We were just having a little fun, Manny,” she replied, her tone a mix of defiance and caution.

Manny’s grin was charming yet predatory, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Fun’s cool and all, but Serafina, I think it’s time we had a little chat.” He reached for her, his fingers brushing against her arm, and the contact sent an electric thrill through her that both frightened and excited her.

“Wait, Manny—” Letty began, stepping forward.

He turned to her, a warning flickering in his gaze. “Listen, Letty, I’d keep the stuff you hear from your pops on the down-low if I were you. It could get real messy if it falls into the wrong hands.” His tone was smooth but had a chilling edge that made Letty’s skin crawl.

Manny’s attention shifted back to Serafina, his smile turning possessive. “Come on, Mama, let’s roll. We need to talk.” His casual nickname sent a mix of warmth and fear racing through her, and she felt drawn to him, the carnival lights fading behind her as she looked into his dark eyes.

Letty hesitated, concern etched on her face. “Manny, she’s not some plaything,” she protested, though the confidence in her voice was wavering.

Manny stepped closer to Serafina, his presence enveloping her. “Nah, she’s way more than that,” he said, his voice low and entrancing. He took her hand, his grip firm yet gentle, and she felt both exhilarated and anxious as he led her away from the carnival, the laughter and music fading into the distance.

As they slipped into the shadows of the night, Serafina glanced back at Letty, whose expression was a mixture of worry and anger. Then, with a smooth motion, Manny guided her deeper into the darkness, leaving the carnival—and the light of their carefree night—far behind.

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#theesirenteller fanfic #manny mayans #manny montana fanfiction #manny mayans x female reader #manny montana x oc #vampire!manny mayans mc #Manny; blood Bound

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aspenonpawzzz · 8 months ago

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HENLO! (pls read )

Hi-hi-hi!

My name is Aspen! I’m the host of the Canis Constellation. My pronouns are They/them and It/its, so please use gender-neutral, non human terms when refering to me! I am a TransAlterine Omniromantic Asexual, and support All identities (except p3d0s, z0()s, maps, dreamsexuals, or other thing such as those!) NO POLITICS PLEASE (alterine https://yb3.fandom.com/wiki/Alterine)

term hoard sideblog: @aspens-hoard

ASPEC MAFIA COMMANDER!

@aspec-warriors Mafia acc

I am :

a Leo, a 5, a chaotic nutural, introvert ,and a INTJ, plus a red fox, Mexican coy-wolf, and AA wolf THERIAN!

I Mostly shitpost/reblog, but my main theme is The owl house, alterhuman, fandom and art posts!

I have dislexia, discalucla, and disgraphia, along with AuDHD, triocotillamania and MaDD. I’m a median gateway system, with a Monoconscious! I still use I/me but also we/us!

Our system side blog is @canis-constellation

I am a vulture culturist, mask maker,a cosplayer, a quadrobist, a fanfic writer, a fan artist, and my aesthetic is Goblincore and cryptidcore!

my favs:

-turn off the lights (panic! at the disco) {IT GOES SO HARD}

-green

-Oh geeez, not again. (band)

-wolfwalkers

-the owl house

-Spirit of the north

-wild rescuers

-fox

-taiga

Questioning cryptid kin of some kind, possibly Runalong!

I AM A MINOR, SO NO FUNNY BUSINESS

Our Alters!

✨🌳 aspen |15.5 mentally| {they/it} [Madd, AuDHD] /Omniromantic ace\ ' “human”/ Alterhuman’ <The Creator,Multiversal vessel>

💦💫 Polaris |400| {They/them} [Madd] /Aroace\ 'divine being' <Sentinel of the stars, they the divine>

briar 🪶🥀 |16| {They/Them} [ADHD] /Asexual Aromantic\ ‘Grimwalker’ <Silver scout>

Hunter/phantom🪶🐺{He/they/it/canine themed neos} |16| [Autism, C-PTSD] /Biromantic Asexual\ 'shapeshifting grimwalker' <He who guards, The Golden Guard, It who transforms>

Hycan 🐺🔩 {He/it, } |16/17| [Autism] /aroace\ ‘human’ it does have a animatironic form but it prefers human form (credit to @wolfsnooze for AU) <None currently>

Salem 🔪 🩸 |13.5| {it/Its, ok with masc terms} [Sociopathy, Unable to feel Love (A-spec)] /Aroace\ 'Void-kin' <Death, It who comes for all, Grim-reaper>

River 🌊🐺|16.3| {it/they/wolf themed neos} [Autism] /omni ace\ ‘werewolf’ (in qpr/relationship with phantom) <none currently>

Information :

tags:

aspen yips: silly stuff

aspen speaks (REAL): importiant

aspen barks: alterhuman stuff

aspen squeals: fandom/ hyperfixtion

aspen crows: neurodivergency

aspen howls: creative

[instert word or something]] Au: a au of mine Phantom posting: fictionkin/ hunter related stuff

screaming into the void: system stuff.

AU MASTERLIST

DNI:

anti-lgbtq+, people who ship canon (insert sexuality) with (instert gender that the person is NOT attracted to) ei, a lesbian with a male, anti-furry,anti-therian,anti-vulture culture,anti-quadrobics, 18+ or kink blogs, if you’re older that 18(unless I knew you before you turned 18, or pass The Vibe Check{stalk ur blog}) , ableists, racists, exculionist, The works.

PLEASE INTERACT:

Alterhumans (Therians, otherkin, otherkith, otherhearted, animal hearted,otherlink,copinglink, furrians[furry therians], holotheres, soul shards, phytanthropes, and ANY OTHERS PLEASE ) furries, TOH or gf fans, artists and writers and cosplayers and musicains, freaks and werdios, vulture culturists, quadrobists, mogia and liom, enbies and enbyfluxes, fictionkins and fictives, systems,LGBTQIA+and people with decency.

PLEASE DO NOT:

treat me lesser/younger than you, treat me like a child, call me human, or person/people, talk Abt politics ,or involve me in such matters, repost(reblogging is fine) my ideas.

RANDOM OTHER BLOG RULES

This is a "Ship and let ship" blog. only exceptions are "insert orenation" with "a gender orenation is NOT attracted to" , Minor with not minor, [age] with [ age more than 2-3 years apart] aroace with anyone, bully x victim (ie bochlow) villian x hero with in certain bounderies, ab#sive or toxic ships, or proships.

NO HATING/DISSING ON OTHERS SHIPS. ANY WILL BE BLOCKED.

any aggressive hating/ threats will be blocked. only z0()s, n3cr0s, p3d0s, and other harmful “philia”s are allowed to be hated on here. if you support/are these, find help and leave this blog. this is not for you.

gatekeeping is not allowed. at all.

support of KOSA and other things like this is not allowed.

take your discorse and politics elsewere. this is a fun blog for fun stuff.

I am a minor, if +18 dni unless I, a trusted person, or a mewtual vet your blog.

I WILL SPAM LIKE AND REBLOG.

I use tonetags.

I AM ONLINE 7-2:50 ON THE WEEK, EXCEPT TUESDAY, WHICH IS 8-10, then 1-3.

Biggest Mewtual- @justalexisfine

I CAN SEE RUNALONGS!

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