#fearless blood

[wangmiao]

#they'll never escape the three body universe!!! (Kun's 82/∞ Three-Body gifsets)

Three-Body (2023) vs. City of the City (2024) Three-Body (2023) vs. Fearless Blood (2023)

[chineseredcarpet]

Dong Zijian for his visit to Sina to promote Fearless Blood

[hunniegl4zed]

Hm, never knew Shadow would be casted as newest member of Winx Club? 🧚

Them wings be HARSH to draw, safe me...

[thecalvinistkat]

MONSTER: A Sonic X Shadow Generations Picture Music Video

Here’s a link to a censored version (Maria does not bleed when shot):

https://youtu.be/187RHqsKjyE?si=0wx_ZMeCmhFXdisd

[exile30]

Someone said blondes are scary but....

if you did something then your swiftie friend plays bad blood on repeat you know you're in trouble.

[shoot-i-messed-up]

Just read through the Green Lantern TV show leaks on r/LanternsTVSeries and I actually have to say…lowkey they’re cooking, it sounds really interesting even just in concept. Investigating Alan Scott’s murder? Drifter Hal Jordan who gave up the ring to be with Carol? Hal and John bonding buddy-cop style? The Black Hand cult as the villain and the Sun Eater as the final battle monster?

Obviously these leaks could be 100% false, but if they are true or at least partially true, I’m so here for Lanterns

[daenerys-targaryns]

baela not having short hair or wearing non traditionally feminine clothing or her deliberately promiscuous nature with boys or her love and loyalty for jace and her family or NOT HAVING HER PET MONKEY will forever be a lost opportunity :/ baby girl was brimming with life in fire and blood and they stuck her as a blank background character with no relevance besides being a plot device and looking pretty for the camera

[iconsfinder]

[epiphanylore]

1989 (Taylor’s Version)🩵 - #5

[taylor-swift-bracket]

FINAL ROUND

🎇Please reblog!🎇

[wangmiao]

Zhang Luyi as Yu Yixiu in Fearless Blood | 欢颜 (2023) Episode 7

[chineseredcarpet]

Dong Zijian for a Fearless Blood event

[ashleybenlove]

Title: Matching Earrings

Prompt: ripping out piercings

Summary: The Dragon Riders get matching earrings. Viggo finds this curious.

Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon

Pairing: Hiccup/Astrid/Fishlegs/Snotlout/Ruffnut/Tuffnut (polyamorous gang)

Word Count: 2232

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Blood, Ear Injuries, Swearing, Viggo being creepy, mentions of retching

Disclaimer: I don’t own the source material in this fanfic. That’s to whatever company or person owns it. I would never claim to own it.

Notes: There are probable influences from fandom and whatnot in this story. Shoutout to @lifblogs and @firerose for inspiring and/or suggesting aspects of this fic.

AO3.

[starkholme]

As someone who likes True Blood and The Bear, I want everyone to know that:

If I had a nickel for every time someone from The Punisher cast played a character who was a Swiftie and had a scene in a car with a song of Taylor's playing in the back, I'd have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that happend twice.

[thewitcheswitch89]

Fearless no more

you can also read on:

Min Heyoka (@TheWitcheswitch89) - Wattpad

Chapter 7

The Weight of Regrets

After Count Terzo rescued you from the icy lake, he carried your unconscious form back to the castle. The old maid, with a look of concern and a touch of motherly care, immediately took charge of the situation. She led the way to your warm, comfortable chambers and with gentle hands began to undress you and remove your wet, cold clothes.

Meanwhile, Count Terzo watched from the doorway, his mismatched eyes fixed on you with a mixture of relief and unease. The sight of you unconscious and shivering had stirred something in him, a sense of protectiveness he thought he had long forgotten. He stood silently, his tall, imposing figure casting a shadow across the room as the maid attended to you.

As the maid continued to undress you and tend to your shivering form, she couldn't help but notice Count Terzo lurking in the doorway. She gave him a stern, disapproving look, her expression making it clear that she wasn't pleased with his presence in the room.

"She needs rest and warmth, my lord," the maid said firmly, her voice leaving no room for argument. "You can talk to her when she's stronger."

Count Terzo's jaw tightened as he met the maid's gaze, the weight of her disapproval hitting him like a cold slap in the face. He knew she was right, of course, but the possessive, protective instinct boiling within him made it difficult to just walk away.

But he also knew better than to argue with the old maid. With a nod, he reluctantly stepped back from the threshold, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he retreated from the room.

As Terzo left, the maid continued to tend to you, wrapping you in warm blankets and tucking you into bed. She adjusted the pillows and blankets, making sure you were comfortable and safe before sitting down at the edge of the bed, her eyes watching your unconscious form with a mixture of concern and protectiveness.

Count Terzo made his way through the cold stone halls of the castle, his mind swirling like a storm. The image of you, shivering and unconscious, haunted his mind, stirring a mixture of emotions he hadn't felt in centuries. He found himself in the library, a room filled with tomes and scrolls of ancient knowledge, and with a heavy sigh he sank into a chair.

As Count Terzo settled into the library chair, one of the ghouls glided silently toward him, its footsteps eerily quiet on the stone floor. The ghoul's mismatched eyes, one gold and one white, regarded him with a mixture of curiosity and submission.

Count Terzo looked up at the ghoul, his gaze steady and intense. "Yes?" he said, his voice a deep, velvety murmur.

The ghoul tilted its head slightly, as if waiting for permission to speak. Count Terzo gestured for it to do so, a subtle nod of his head signaling that it had his attention.

"Master," the ghoul said, its voice low and raspy. "You seem troubled."

Count Terzo's eyes narrowed as he looked at the ghoul, his features set in a stoic expression. "Is it that obvious?" he said, a hint of wry humor in his voice.

The ghoul nodded silently, its gaze unwavering. It had served Count Terzo for centuries and had become adept at reading his moods, even the most subtle changes in his demeanor.

"I'm fine," Count Terzo said, his tone dismissive. He sat up straighter in his chair, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he tried to shake off the tension that weighed on him.

Count Terzo met the ghoul's gaze, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. "I said I was fine," he repeated, his tone firmer this time. "No need to worry."

The ghoul did not press the issue further, but remained standing, its presence a silent sign of concern. Count Terzo let out a sigh and leaned his elbow against the arm of the chair, his chin resting on his fist.

He found himself staring into the distance, his thoughts still swirling around you and the events of the day. The image of you unconscious and shivering continued to haunt his mind, stirring up a maelstrom of conflicting emotions.

Count Terzo closed his eyes, his voice soft and tinged with nostalgia.

"1617... It was summer. The corn was golden and the heavens so blue. We laid in the field in the rustling grass, her hand on my skin, soft and warm..."

The words came out as if he was transported back in time, reliving a memory that was etched in his mind like a permanent stain.

Count Terzo continued, his voice tinged with regret.

"She had no idea that I was already on the verge of becoming a vampire... I still believed I would win the battle..."

His eyes darkened as he remembered the past, the memories surfacing as sharp as a blade.

Count Terzo paused, his gaze distant as he relived the memory.

"But it was the first time, and she died in my arms..."

His voice took on an edge of sadness, the weight of the past pressing down on him like a heavy stone.

The ghoul remained silent, its unfocused eyes fixed on Count Terzo. It could hear the pain and regret in his voice as he spoke of the past. It felt a strange sense of empathy for its master, knowing that he had lived through centuries of loneliness and loss.

Count Terzo's voice grew even more solemn as he recalled the memory.

"The priest's daughter...one night she let me in...it was after the main service....After I drank her blood and killed her...I wrote a poem with her blood on her white skin..."

The words hung heavy in the air, filled with a mixture of remorse and grief.

Count Terzo's voice trembled as he recalled the events of the past.

"And the emperor's page from Napoleon's entourage...

He stood in front of the castle in 1813.

That his grief did not break my heart,

I cannot forgive myself."

The anguish in his voice was palpable, his guilt over the death of the page still weighing heavily on him after centuries.

Count Terzo's voice grew even softer, the words almost a whisper.

"As always, when I reached for life, nothing remained in my hand..."

The pain and regret in his voice was palpable, his past failures and losses echoing loudly in the silent room.

The ghoul continued to listen, its mismatched eyes never leaving its master. It could see the weight of the past on Count Terzo's shoulders, and it longed to offer some comfort, if only in silence.

Count Terzo's expression hardened as he recalled recent events.

"But... this time... this time it's different... when I saw her attacked by the wolves, when I saw her fall into the ice..."

His gaze darkened, a mixture of anger and protectiveness flaring within him as he thought of your encounter with the wolves and your accident in the lake.

Count Terzo's voice took on a softer, almost introspective tone.

"Even if I wanted to hunt them... I can't bring myself to do it... there's something... something I thought was dead..."

He paused, his eyes narrowing in thought as he struggled to make sense of the emotions stirring within him, emotions he thought he had long since buried with the passage of time.

The ghoul watched him calmly, its mismatched eyes studying his every move and expression. It could sense the inner turmoil brewing within Count Terzo, the conflict between a vampire's primal instincts and the unfamiliar, emerging emotions.

Count Terzo's eyes darted to the window, his mind swirling with a tangle of thoughts and emotions. He felt powerless against the sudden storm of emotions that seemed to have awakened within him, and to his irritation, it all seemed to be because of... you.

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