I love Beast with every fiber of my being I swear. Akutagawa is there like “it never would have been possible [for me to be in the mafia]” while his killing count is probably only marginally lower than Atsushi's
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Confession concept:
Atsushi: I'm in love with you
Akutagawa:
Akutagawa:
Akutagawa: No you're not
Atsushi: ???????????
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hufflepuffs smell like honey and ginger.
ravenclaws smell like earl grey tea with lemon.
gryffindors smell like burning wood fire and smoke.
slytherins smell like mint and petrichor.
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# 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐀: yaban çiçekleri , gif pack .
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and for HOLM ummmm the. the vow of chastity corruption thing sounds really good to me 😳 need him tormented by his desire. having wet dreams & shit.
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Holm Kranom is a man of faith. But temptation seems to be leading him in the opposite direction.
He knew meeting you would spur change in his life. He couldn't deny your inherent magnetism--and he didn't want to. Falling for someone in the dungeon was unplanned, but it wasn't necessarily unwelcome. You've proven to be a useful party member, and even better, one whose company he's come to enjoy.
But seeping into his subconscious...your visage has altered. Instead of images of radiant smile, Holm is instead perturbed by more intimate curves that grace your figure. Visions of your nude body splayed under him, the sweetness of your voice, your face contorted pleasure...
The gnome wakes, his sleeping roll suddenly too hot. He's sweating despite the chill that falls over the stale dungeon air. When he turns to you, only to be greeted by your peaceful resting face, guilt creeps up his spine.
Is it wrong for him to have these thoughts?
His hand creeps under the blankets, nearing his crotch.
And is it wrong for him to act on them?
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