#blood slave

[mj-iza-writer]

I apologize for the lack of stories lately, work has been very stressful for the past few months. Unfortunately that has taken up a lot of energy. I appreciate everyone's patience with me. I do hope you enjoy the story. It does have vampiric subject matter, so mentions of blood and being attacked will be included. Love you all. -MJ

Carewhumper sighed when the doorbell echoed through the halls of his mansion.

"I swear", Carewhumper sauntered down the hall, "that blood slave had better have a good reason for being out so late. I missed a feeding because of them", he grumbled in disgust, "let's see what excuse I get this time. They better know they aren't leaving this mansion any time soon, they'll be lucky to leave their bedroom after this."

The doorbell came again.

"Oh, you better not rush me. I'll rip out your throat.....?", Carewhumper pulled the door open roughly, "officer?"

"Are you Carewhumper?", the person asked somberly, "I am looking for the master of a Whumpee."

"Oh this out to be good... I'm Carewhumper. What did my slave do now?", Carewhumper rolled his eyes, "I'm afraid this is new one, I've never dealt with the police for the mischief of my slave."

"Actually Master, there has been an incident", the officer's face changed to a saddened one, "your slave was attacked a few blocks away. They've been taken to the hospital nearby... they asked me personally to make you aware. They hoped you wouldn't be to upset with their tardiness."

"M-my slave... was attacked", Carewhumper stepped back in shock.

"Yes sir", the officer nodded, "we already have the attackers in custody. We will allow you to decide on what charges you wish to place on the suspects. You may want to see.... your slave before you decide."

Carewhumper swallowed slowly in disbelief.

"They were taken to the hospital nearby city. I can take you there... if you want", the officer felt the unease settle over them. This was one of the more terrifying vampires they've talked to.

"I will... I'm just amazed someone dared touch them. I will go to them shortly. I will not need your assistance", Carewhumper sighed, "I thank you for coming to tell me of my slaves whereabouts."

The officer nodded, and hurried down the steps.

Carewhumper closed the door and looked down the hall to Whumpee's room.

"My poor slave", they hurried to pack a few things for Whumpee, then grabbed their things.

It was dark that night... and quiet.

Carewhumper's cane tapped rhythmically on the pavement. His status symbol. His weapon in case he needed to correct a certain slave or some other annuassance that wandered into his path.

He came to a crossroad... and smelt it... them.

"My slave was here. It wreaks of their blood", Carewhumper looked around, "their blood is sprayed everywhere."

They continued on. Disgust twinged deep inside them, but their slave needed them. Revenge will have to wait.

Whumpee whimpered as their body quivered in pain.

The doctors had just finished. Stitches and bandages covered their body. Their neck pulsated from two deep slashes the attackers had left.

Carewhumper had a charm on Whumpee to protect from any unwanted vampires attacks. Fangs couldn't puncture it, but a knife could. This slit throat would allow for more blood to feed the multitude of vampires that were throwing them around like a ragdoll.

Whumpee felt tears come to their eyes. They now had the time to think about what had just happened a few hours earlier.

"My, that's a face only your master could love", a familiar voice came from the doorway.

"M- mmmm Master?", Whumpee whispered weakly.

The taps of the cane followed Whumpee's whisper.

"Lucky for you, that's me", Carewhumper stood over the bed in Whumpee's line of sight, "I'm here."

"I-it hurts", Whumpee whispered.

Carewhumper nodded, then reached down and wiped away some bloody hair from Whumpee's face.

"Can you help me", Whumpee weakly looked up to them, "I'll drink some of your blood willingly if you think it will work."

Carewhumper sighed, "I don't think it will help you. My blood isn't magical, it doesn't work... like that."

Whumpee swallowed loudly, Carewhumper could see the pain in their eyes. If this would help comfort them then it must be done.

"Maybe it will help a little though", Carewhumper bit into their own hand and rested the puncture to Whumpee's lips.

Whumpee weakly allowed the blood to drip into their mouth.

Carewhumper waited for a few moments, then lifted their hand.

They reached for a tissue to wipe Whumpee's face.

"I know I threaten you with tearing out your throat quite often, but I never intended for it to actually happen", Carewhumper sat down.

Whumpee gasped in pain as they tried to look at their master.

"Don't move", Carewhumper leaned up, "you don't have to keep eye contact, not right now. I brought you something that might help comfort you."

Whumpee blinked away tears as Carewhumper held a stuffed toy in their view. It was cautiously placed in the nook of Whumpee's neck.

"I thought maybe you would like that to be with you while you stayed her", Carewhumper leaned back.

"Th-thankyou Master", Whumpee whispered, "do you think you can help me get out of here?" I want to go home."

"Oh, my slave wants to be home", Carewhumper started to mock. They paused when they remembered it wasn't the time.

"Whumpee, it is best that you stay here.... for a few days at least", Carewhumper sighed, "I have some trash to deal with, and I don't have the ability or patience to care for you. I would rather you stay with the doctors and nurses."

"But what about you... you haven't fed yet", Whumpee sobbed.

"Whumpee, I'm not going to be able to feed from you for a long time. I wouldn't dare even attempt that right now", Carewhumper sighed, "I appreciate that you care about that, but I will manage to feed."

Whumpee sniffled.

"Will you tell me what happened, in as much detail that you can manage. I have some decisions to make...  I want to make sure your attackers suffer... I don't want to chance showing them any mercy", Carewhumper growled.

A doctor knocks before Whumpee can start.

"I apologize, are you their master. I've been hoping to talk with you for a few minutes", the doctor came closer, "privately."

Carewhumper stood, and followed the doctor out.

"I heard you say you would be dealing with the attackers. I took the liberty of writing a doctor's note. It includes all damages and what had to be done to fix... all in great detail, maybe a little dramatized, but I haven't seen something like this in a long time. My patient, your slave deserves revenge."

Carewhumper nodded,  "I appreciate this, how bad off are they?"

"Thankfully the worst thing was the slit throat. I didn't see any more damage during my exam. They will not be able to talk loudly for a while, the knife didn't cut that chord... thankfully. It will just hurt to vocalize", the doctor looked toward the room, "their room has a protection spell. Only those with permissions are allowed in."

"I felt that when I arrived, it allowed me in after they said master", Carewhumper looked over the notes, "these will be quite helpful."

"Whumpee has to accept the visitor. Once they showed they knew you, the charm opened. I do want you to be aware", the doctor looked at Carewhumper, "our healer removed your charm from Whumpee, I couldn't do anything until it was removed. You'll have to put another one on them. I would like to keep them for a week at least. I especially want to monitor their neck. They will be well taken care of, I assure you."

"I see that already", Carewhumper watched as a nurse carried a tray of food into Whumpee's room, "a week will be fine, I won't be feeding from them any time soon. They are free to eat whatever."

"A nurse will have you fill out some papers. You will be able to leave notes on your's or their preferences", the doctor turned, "I hope whatever happens to the attackers, well, as a doctor I shouldn't say. I hope you'll let me know the outcome."

Carewhumper grinned menacingly, "trust me... revenge will be sweet. They will learn why there is a law against touching other people's property."

Carewhumper sighed when they walked back into the room.

Whumpee sniffled as they opened their mouth for food.

"Are you the master?", the nurse smiled as they wiped Whumpee's face gently.

"I am. Are these the papers I was told about?", Carewhumper sat down and looked them over.

"Yes, I will be taking care of Whumpee while they stay here. All of that will help me take care of them", the nurse smiled, "I know there is a lot."

"Yes, there is, but for right now my slave deserves any comforts they can get", Carewhumper pulled out a pen from their pocket, "I will work on this while they eat. I have a few things to talk with them on before I leave for tonight."

Carewhumper frowned, "the biggest thing I can say right now is that the stuffed animal needs to stay with them. That's a comfort item."

The nurse nodded, "I see that... it looks well loved."

Carewhumper sat back and looked over their slave.

Whumpee could feel the tension.

"Master?", Whumpee whispered, "how bad is it? I haven't seen it yet."

"Let's keep it that way for now. I need you to stay calm", Carewhumper eyed the cuts, "I'm sorry this happened, but can you tell me what you remember?"

Whumpee felt a tear come to their eye.

"I was hurrying down the street; just a few minutes later than I should have been. I was excited though, I had just found the book I had been looking for. It was... wait m-my book?", Whumpee's lip quivered, "I think my book is gone."

"I will replace it if we need to", Carewhumper sighed, "continue."

Whumpee sniffled, "they came out of the evening shadows. Wide smiles showed their cruel fangs. They pulled me down and tried to bite into me. They cursed at me about the charm you placed on me. I saw the knife get pulled out... I screamed. Thankfully, the police heard, but the damage was done", Whumpee frowned, "the scariest part was that they were watching me. Every day they were there. They knew I was late. I uhm, I don't want to go out alone anymore Master. Not without you."

Carewhumper nodded in understanding.

"I understand", Carewhumper stood, "I will be leaving you now, I will be back here tomorrow to see you. Listen to what they tell you, and behave. I'll tear you.... uh... I guess I'll have to find a new threat. Tearing your throat out isn't a great threat now that I've seen it done."

Whumpee's eyes stared sadly at Carewhumper.

"I will avenge you my dear", Carewhumper reached for Whumpee's hand and squeezed it, "your attackers will pay for this."

A tear rolled down Whumpee's face. Carewhumper wiped it away.

"I am proud of you for staying strong during this. I know this is painful", Carewhumper looked over them one more time, "you're doing so well."

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee sniffled.

Carewhumper made his way back to the spot of the attack.

"Where would that book have gone?", Carewhumper looked around, "maybe it was thrown during the attack", Carewhumper searched the sides of the road until they finally found a book.

"I wonder if this is the one", Carewhumper sniffed it, "that has their scent on it. That's a promising sign."

Carewhumper looked over the book, "I wonder if they would like me to read for them", they thumbed through the pages, "I remember they had been talking about this book with enthusiasm. It may be a while before they can handle a book. It would be a shame to get a book and not be able to read it."

Carewhumper tucked it under their arm and started to walk.

"Maybe I may enjoy the book as well", Carewhumper thought loudly.

Their cane tapped on the ground. It was a quiet night as they finished their walk to their home.

"My home is going to be quite strange without my slave running around", Carewhumper set their things down, "how dare anyone touch my property. They will pay."

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[windheldland]

Haemobeasts are magical creatures made from blood. The origin of the blood largely dictates what the haemobeast will look like, but with some more magical prowess, one can make them resemble any animal. Often referred to as "blood slaves" because of their usefulness in labour, the haemobeasts are mainly summoned by high-ranking priests using unwilling participants of a lower social class.

Haemobeasts are said to taste like blood for obvious fucking reasons, along with a slight hint of the meat of whatever it has the appearance of. Depending on the colour of blood used in the summoning, the colour of the haemobeast will differ as well.

The area with the most amount of haemobeasts is estimated to be around the city of Roheon. In fact, their numbers are so great that they have been seen aimlessly wandering in the woods.

[ashamaxxing]

mom come pick me up they’re defending the divine right of kings on asoiaf twitter again

[backpackingspace]

In the odyssey, Penelope gave a test to all the travelers and beggers who claimed to carry news of her husband. She asked them everytime to describe his clothes. Because she had clothed him herself the morning he had left.

Odysseus is one of the few who pass it, describing a purple himation and the pin she had used.

Now picture, odysseus refuses to take this himation off. He doesn't care that it's getting increasingly tattered and stained /his wife put this on him/ and he will kill anyone who tries to take it off him. He looses everything he has over and over again. Except for this himation. He manages to hang on to it for the entire war and journey. Only to wake up on calypso's island and it's/gone./

When he begs the goddess for it's return she laughs an angry laugh. Saying "that old thing? I threw that away first. It was ruined beyond repair. You dont need a himation anyway but if you ask me nicely enough I'll make you a new one."

That's the first day odysseus spends all day weeping at the beach. But it certainly won't be the last.

[redeemed-wren]

After the Empire fell, they returned to Tatooine. And they visited the farm.

Han landed the Falcon not far from the sandswept complex, almost reclaimed by the ocean of desert. By silent agreement they let Luke disembark alone.

Leia sat on the ramp of the ship, giving her brother space in his own grief but not wanting to leave him entirely alone. He stood at the boundary of the property, head bowed in silent communion with his loss.

The warmth of the suns was filtered through the shade the Falcon cast as Leia sat, legs tucked up to her chin. For a moment, she felt envious of Luke, that he had a physical place for his loss. Her own loss was an empty hole in space, forever left gaping.

Finally, Luke lifted his head and let out a long breath. He seemed to shake himself out of it and turned back towards Leia. There was still a heaviness to his steps, and Leia wasn't surprised when he held out a hand to her.

"Come on," he said. "I want you to meet someone."

She followed, bemused and curious. He led her from the shelter of the Falcon and into the sunlight, carving a path it was clear he had taken many times before.

It was a graveyard, not far from the homestead. Luke released Leia's hand and his own on the warn wood of a marker. Leia could make out through words carved into it.

Shmi Skywalker.

"This is our grandmother," Luke said, and his voice was full of stories. "She was a freedwoman."

[obsessionavecdescouteaux]

Date idea: Dragging you through the woods by the noose I forced around your neck

[mj-iza-writer]

The last thing Whumpee remembered was a bright light coming at them from seemingly nowhere. It felt like a bus when it hit them.

Whumpee squinted their eyes open. They felt drowsy from whatever was thrown at them.

'Whoever's magic that was needs to tone it down', Whumpee thought to themself, 'they must not of had proper training.'

Whumpee already felt that they were tied down with rope and black shrink wrap. A gag had been forced into their mouth, and a tube was connected to it. The tube ran partially down their throat so they could breath and eat. Without it, they would suffocate, but for the inexperienced, the gagging could be worse than suffocating.

Whumpee carefully wiggled, any panicking would make them gag. This wasn't their first time in this situation, they knew this, they were to experienced to make a mistake like panicking.

'Slave trade', Whumpee told themself after receiving a hit to their stomach, 'I'm in the blood market for the vampires.'

'This is terrifying... what if I go to someone else', Whumpee whimpered, 'at least Master makes sure we are properly cared for. Even if it's to cultivate our blood for himself.'

Humans on the purchasing block were wrapped up tightly in black shrink wrap so they couldn't see. A picture was posted of them when they first came in, and their blood was tested by several vampires in the trade so a correct description was posted for interested owners.

Whumpee had a very specific flavor in their blood. Their Master enjoyed it immensely, so Whumpee questioned how they ended up here.

'Master kills the humans he no longer wants. He doesn't resell', Whumpee thought to themself, 'they must have been watching me. Master won't be happy when they find out that I'm missing.'

Whumpee could feel hands caressing their body.

'I always hated this part', Whumpee groaned.

"Whumpee is that you?", someone whispered near Whumpee's head.

Whumpee quickly nodded.... somehow that voice seemed familiar enough. They gagged slightly from the tube.

"I thought so", the voice whispered again, "hold on, I was trying to find Tatum's branding on you, and I couldn't remember where they place it. Don't worry I'll get you out of this situation."

Whumpee felt relieved.

"Their picture of you was questionable, and I know Tatum wouldn't give you up so easily", the voice whispered, "with how much they praise your blood."

'I'd be dead if master wanted me gone', Whumpee sighed to themself.

"Excuse me", Whumpee's rescuer called over an employee, "I would like to put a hold on this one.... a friend of mine has been looking for blood like this slave's, I need to call for them."

"Yes of course", the employee nodded.

Whumpee felt arms cradle them from underneath. They were lifted and carried to a private room.

"If I may remain with them until my friend arrives. So I can make sure nothing happens to them", Whumpee heard the friend talking.

"Of course you can stay in this room... just do not remove the wrapping. In case your friend doesn't want them we won't have to rewrap them. It's harder when they're awake", Whumpee heard the person leave.

"I'm pretty sure your master wants you back. I just texted them, and they are not happy", Whumpee heard the person sigh, "I'm not leaving you like this... that tube has to be uncomfortable."

Whumpee nodded, then gagged again.

"Okay hold still."

Whumpee felt the person start cutting the wrapping away.

They were finally able to see who it was.

"Master Collin", Whumpee whispered after the gag and tube were removed.

"Yes dear", they smiled, "don't make too much noise, I don't want them coming back."

Whumpee remained in a laying down position.

"I don't know what happened", Whumpee whispered hoarsely, "I was outside to get some sunlight at Master's requests..... a bright ball of light hit me. When I woke up I was here. They used a lot of magic, I'm still drowsy."

Master Collin nodded, "these traders have been kidnapping different humans from their masters and reselling them again", they sighed, "I'm sorry I don't have any water for you. I know that tube dries you out."

"It's okay", Whumpee whispered.

"Tatum should be here shortly... I know they've been hunting you down since last night", Master Collin frowned.

Outside of the room rumors amongst the employees spread across the sale floor. A mysterious person was walking up and down every aisle.

Mysterious meant rich for most slave traders.

Master Tatum's frown deepened as he passed every human that was not Whumpee.

"I hate these places so much", Tatum complained, "this is inhumane even for lowly creatures like humans."

Tatum pulled out their phone, "I'm getting irritated. Where is my property?", they texted Collin.

"I had them brought to a private room for protection", Collin replied, "I'll open the door."

Collin opened the door and waved at Tatum.

Tatum rolled their eyes and started toward the room.

"Hello Master, can I interest you in....", a seller approached.

"No, I already know what I'm looking for... out of my way", Tatum gruffed.

"Yes I apologize", they quickly moved out of the way and watched Tatum storm off.

Tatum came into the room and saw Whumpee's state.

"They didn't waste any time preparing you for sale", Tatum frowned, "I am quite irritated seeing you like this."

"Please Master, I-I didn't do anything", Whumpee pleaded.

"I-I'm well aware", Tatum sighed, "I can smell the magic seeping off of you."

"Collin will you help me untie them?", Tatum stepped closer.

"I told you not to do that", the seller from earlier came in yelling.

Tatum turned quickly and snapped their fingers.

The seller flew back into the selling room, and Tatum stormed after them.

"You dare steal my property, then tell me what I can do with them", Tatum yelled.

Collin peaked out the door with a grin.

"What's happening?", Whumpee whispered.

"Tatum has reached their last straw. They'd burn this place down if it wasn't for the humans and innocent bystanders here", Collin chuckled.

Police had been called on Tatum's behavior, but it was quickly reversed on the slave traders.

The doors would be closed permanently on this company. All humans would be checked to ensure they were not stolen. All the others would be given to other sellers who followed more humane practices.

Whumpee was quickly returned to Tatum.

"Thankyou", Tatum looked at Collin, "I appreciate you finding them for me."

"Of course", Collin grinned, "I'm happy to help."

Tatum carried Whumpee home.

"Bed now, we will get that filthy place cleaned off of you after you've rested", Tatum frowned.

Whumpee looked down sadly.

"What?", Tatum tried to settle down. Whumpee wasn't at fault for this incident. They knew Whumpee didn't deserve their anger.

"Co-could I have something to eat.... a-and some comfort", Whumpee tried not to cry, "I tried to stay strong, but", Whumpee felt a tear sneak out, "I-I was scared."

"Yes you can have food.... you know I'm not the most comforting vampire right", Tatum glared.

"I know... b-but I'll take anything", Whumpee shook.

"Fine, let's get this over with", Tatum frowned, "let's get you some food first..... I'm guessing they never fed you then."

"No Master, Whumpee followed shyly, "unless they fed me through the tube while I was unconscious."

"I had thought you ran away when you didn't return when I called. I swore I would hunt you down. You knew the outcome for running from me. I wondered how brave you thought you were. When I came outside I smelt the magic spells used on you, and I realized you were taken", Tatum talked while they prepared a meal, "then I received Collin's message and I hurried to you", Tatum frowned, "I'm sorry", they forced out, "that should of never happened to you. I will take precautionary measures to make sure it doesn't happen again."

Whumpee smiled weakly as Tatum set a plate of food in front of them.

"Will you require a meal from me tonight as well Master?", Whumpee took a fork from Tatum, "thankyou for this food, Master."

"You're welcome... you may eat", Tatum sat at the table.

"As for a few days, I'll feed from the others. This way you have time to recover. Your blood won't taste good to me from the stress you were put through. I'll feed when I feel you're ready."

Whumpee choked.

"Slow down, you are over filling your mouth", Tatum warned.

"I'm sorry my throat is still sore from the tube", Whumpee looked at the plate, "plus this is delicious."

"Good", Tatum sighed, "let's get you cleaned up next.... then I will attempt to comfort you... I guess you deserve something for your trials."

Whumpee was taken into the bathroom, a different blood slave helped them bathe.

"Yeah, Master came into the kitchen and saw us eating, and they asked where you were. None of us knew, so they called for you", they talked with each other, "we were scared when you didn't return, then Master was ticked. Out of all of us you were the least likely to run from Master."

Whumpee nodded, "I would never dare such a thing, they would kill me. You wouldn't be truly free, constantly looking over your surroundings until the inevitable happened and Master came for you. With the bounty on my blood, they'd probably leave me in the dungeon and feed on me when they wanted."

"Probably", the other smiled, "in complete honesty, I don't even think Master is as bad as they could be. So what if they feed off of us, Master does it to survive, they have a right to survive as well. Master never hurts us unless we deserve it. We are well taken care of, and they don't over feed. There are five blood slaves all together."

"Plus they are a good cook", Whumpee laughed, "I know the care they put into us is to ensure our blood is of the best quality for them. I don't know many owners who put that much effort into their humans. Though we are fairly expendable for Master, it's still nice to be taken care of "

"I'm glad you both find me to be a good master", Tatum stood by the door and chuckled as the two jumped.

Whumpee and the other looked down shyly and tried to hide their embarrassment.

"No please continue saying good things about me. I've been listening for the last few minutes", Tatum came into the bathroom, "truly I am happy to know that at least two of you like me, and don't plan on running away. I at least know who I don't have to watch as strictly."

"You protect us Master", Whumpee looked up slowly, "why would we want to run?"

Tatum turned, "hurry and finish, unless you feel this was comforting enough. You are at least smiling now. Do you still require me to care for you?", Tatum frowned.

"You don't have to if you don't want to", Whumpee whispered, "but I would appreci...."

"Good", Tatum quickly left the bathroom and down the hall.

"I guess you aren't getting any hugs from Master tonight."

"I-I guess not", Whumpee sighed.

Whumpee tossed and turned half the night, nightmares and discomfort gnawed at them.

They sat up in bed and looked around.

"My throat hurts so bad, and these covers feel like I'm tied up again", Whumpee looked at their hands, "I wonder where Master is."

Whumpee got up and grabbed their teddy, then quietly left their shared bedroom.

After a few minutes, they found Tatum by the fire reading.

"Why are you awake?", Tatum didn't look up.

"Nightmares and discomfort Master", Whumpee stood in the doorway, "ma-may I have comfort now... please."

Tatum sighed, "it's not my specialty to be comforting that's why I have six..", Tatum caught themself. They had just killed one of the slaves for not obeying and breaking rules, "five of you to comfort each other."

"Please, even if it's your hand on my shoulder, it would help", Whumpee's voice cracked as they tried not to cry. They held their throat, "it still hurts Master."

"I've already asked for the doctor to come by and check on you. Collin reminded me of a few things they would have done to you. They will be by tomorrow", Tatum sighed, "well if you must, you must... come here then."

Whumpee quickly walked to the couch and sat beside Tatum.

Tatum awkwardly rested their hand on Whumpee's shoulder and then went back to reading.

"You are safe now", Tatum forced themself to say, "I assure you that will not happen again."

"Thankyou Master", Whumpee whispered.

"Ymhmm", Tatum hummed.

Whumpee started to grow tired sitting there.

They closed their eyes and absent-mindedly laid down; their head now on Tatum's leg.

"Whumpee I didn't agree to this", Tatum tried to lift Whumpee off, but Whumpee was out.

"Great now what?", Tatum sighed and looked at Whumpee awkwardly, "I'm only allowing this, so you'll sleep... do you hear me?"

They rested their hand on Whumpee's shoulder again and went back to reading.

Tatum's slaves required a full eight hours of sleep every night for their blood quality. Either Tatum had to wake Whumpee and mess with their already destroyed sleep schedule, or deal with Whumpee laying there until morning.

"At least no one else will see this", Tatum whispered.

Tatum saw movement at the doorway a while later.

"Now why are you up?", Tatum complained, "no humans should be awake in my household."

"I'm sorry Master, I saw Whumpee was away from their bed... I was going to check on them", the slave smiled when they saw Whumpee, "I see you got them."

"Yes I do, and if you say anything about this to anyone I will tear out your throat. Am I clear?", Tatum threatened.

"Yes of course Master... we wouldn't want anyone to think you have softened for something lowly like a human", the slave prodded.

"Go back to bed... now", Tatum ordered, "take your sarcasm with you."

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[filmgifs]

Universal truths are constant. It is a fact, a plain and simple fact, that what is true and right is true and right for all — white and Black alike.

12 Years a Slave — 2013 dir. Steve McQueen based on the memoir by Solomon Northup

[somethingvulger7]

is it like.. crazy to say that i want the back of a knife pressed against my clit while getting fucked

and being told that it’s gonna get turned around if i cum before i’m told

hmm noo, not crazy at all!! :3

[xxstrawberribunnyx]

x🖤

[obsessionavecdescouteaux]

Stalking you, methodically planning your abduction, rape, and murder

[theheartmold]

They did say that Rook had “a strong reason” not to want to get involved with blood magic. That’s not a dread inducing statement at all.

[vampirecowboy666]

“We’re so alike!!!!!!?”

We are. It’s my 3 months worth of effort. I learned your patterns. I broke down your silent ques to make out what’s going on inside that head of yours. I memorised your favourite songs by heart. I read your books. I put you in 50 different situations to find out your reactions. I got know your lil secrets. I showed you what you were looking for.

Of course we’re alike. Synchronicity at play!?

[dearest-im-so-sorry]

I think Paul Dano is one of the sluttiest men out there. Like damn man screaming, crying,whimpering, begging, whining in almost all your films? Slut. And I love him for that

[xxstrawberribunnyx]

x🖤

[obsessionavecdescouteaux]

Graciously sliding my blade into your chest after you take off your shirt and tell me you’ve never done this before.