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hiiii

i’ve been seeing someone has been translating works from tumblr writers without permission, i hope you already know but if not https://www.wattpad.com/1469048335-ᶻ-𝘇-𐰁𝐁𝐄𝐁é-¿-𝐍𝐎-𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐒-𝐋𝐎-𝐐𝐔𝐄-𝐏𝐔𝐄𝐃𝐄-𝐇𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐑-𝐔𝐍𝐀-𝐍𝐈ñ𝐀

OMG WHATTT i had no idea wtf thank you for letting me know 😭

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hold me close

smother me

some alt designs i thought were cool

neways concept art for vampire sy.

just recently realized ive never written a story about vampires so um brainrotting for snowcrow vamp au is kinda shit rn. all i know is how they met and thats all. and i want sylus to be somewhat like marshall lee but more unhinged. idk if zayne should be a vampire too or not bc like what r they just gonna suck each other? bruh theyre gonna starve but idk idk how vampires work ive always been a werewolf person teehee

also does he or does he not look like miranda priestly's son here

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varka….flins….oh lord.

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i got 12 hours to lock the fuck in and get phainon pray for me we at pity 30….

EDIT:

well i’ll be damned

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*on my death bed*

I... need... dr ratio p links... or anything ratio centered... *cough* i can't live without them... help this poor... soul please 🙏🏼 *died*

hmmmmmmmm…

yk what hell yeah bc i actually started playing again for phainon…

ADDING THIS TO MY LIST HEHEH

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on my hands and knees to beg you for more alucard content!!!!

idgaf if it’s a part 2 to His Affliction or another plot i need more of your writing 😩🙏

GUYS GUYS I PROMISEEE ITS COMING SOON!!!

my 40 hour internship i’ve had for three months ends next week and then i’ll be free from employment for like 3 week before my semester begins 😍

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oh lord he’s here

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dreams came true

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i love them sm

alucard funko coming in the mail soon and then my holy trinity will be COMPLETE

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"MC's such a bitch. She's so mean to Sylus :("

Sylus in the privacy of his room after having his shoulder used as a stool, having his hot gf grab him by the collar and being bossed around by her:

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Crow family Pt. ...

Luke: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I weak or strong?

MC: Strong.

Kieran: Weak.

Sylus: An idiot, is what your are.

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first day of my big girl 9-5 job and all i can think of is nanami kento 💔💔💔

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warning: gun play, sub!sylus, car sex, riding, headlock, overstimulation, that trailer changed me, MDNI

gunplay with sylus….except you’re the one armed. He could never point a gun at you in such manner. No, he could never subject you to such disrespect, such belittlement to point a weapon in the direction of his sweetie. Though he doesn’t exempt himself, rather he’s soaking it up. Meanwhile you’re soaking for him, sunk all the way down his thick shaft with a forearm at his throat, a Harriet 700 pointed to the side of his head, trailing the barrel down to his jaw, letting him feel the cool metal as the rest of his body turns hot.

“You’re sick….look at how much you love this” You whisper, applying more pressure to his throat to hear him groan, locking him with the headrest in the passengers seat, watching as he puts both hands up in a surrender.

“Y-you look like you are too, sweetie, I know you…can feel it” He grunts, trying to thrust up into you as you torture him with the slow drag of your hips, cunt stretching around him so slow you can feel every throbbing vein on his cock. You click off the safety, pointing the barrel under his chin to make him look at you. He’s filthy, dragging his tongue on the side of the gun until he reaches your lips, groaning into your mouth as he tilts you back, begging you silently to use him, ruin him, make him fall apart.

It doesn’t take much, not much at all.

You give in to his pleas, riding him until his chest is heaving, lips quivering as you point the gun back at his head, telling him how pretty he looks when he’s writhing.

“Sweetie please…I can’t- handle anymore.” He grunts, looking down at your gooey pussy bouncing up and down faster and faster, chasing your own high now after making him cum so many times he’s gonna be shooting blanks soon.

It’s a sticky, slippery mess that may as well ruin his fancy car. But he doesn’t care, he just needs you; reaching to touch you- any part of you he can, to feel your skin as you fuck him. “Hands off.” You demand, hearing his load groan, though he obeys. “Cum for me again Sy, you can do it right? For me, yeah?” You say in his ear, but it comes off much, much differently with a gun to his head.

Yet he nods, incoherent now, feverish nods and pants. Embarrassingly fast, he cums another load inside you, hearing you pull the trigger with an empty click.

…

You show him the barrel, the next shot would have been lethal, and now he’s hard again.

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thinking about sylus again

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HIHIHII

I absolutely love the way you wrote Alucard!! Alsoo, hurt/comfort is my favourite trope ever, so I was wondering if you could please write something with it? Imagine reader got hurt while fighting night creatures or something else entirely (up to you) and Alu comforted them, it would be so cute😭

Thank you so much for sharing your work with us, I love rereading your fics! You are so talented fr 😭🫶

HERE YOU GO ML!!! Thank you so much for the request and your kind words 💗💗💗

I HOPE YOU ENJOYYYY MWAH

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silent apologies ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ ⏦ﾟ♡︎

synopsis: After deciding to go out and protect the villagers under attack by yourself, your Husband must tend to your wounds.

tags: angst, comfort, mentions of wounds/blood

a/n:ii blonde vampire men 🚬

w.c: 0.6k

⏦ﾟ♡︎ You grit your teeth as Alucard pushes a damp cloth against the wound in your side. The gash burns, it stings, but not nearly as much as the guilt crawling up your throat and urging to spill upon seeing the state of panic you’ve put your husband into.

"Hold still," he murmurs. His voice is still soft, but laced with that familiar feeling of restrained emotion, something the both of you were rather accustomed to as of late.

"I am holding still," you snap, more sharply than you intend, or wished- like a dog who doesn’t know why it bites.

His eyes flick up to yours. His amber eyes, always glowing, now dimmed.

"You went out alone." He says, still tending to you and avoiding your eyes.

"I had to. The village it was-"

"The village has their own guards. I thought we agreed- you agreed-you said you wouldn't leave the grounds without me. Again.”

You flinch- not from the cloth pressing into your tender flesh, but from the disappointment that flooded his expression.

"I just… didn't want to bother you." You confess.

Alucard freezes, the cloth in his hand soaked red.

"Is that what you think this is? A bother?" His voice is low, not dangerous, but trembling slightly enough for you to detect. "Do you think watching you bleed is something l'd rather deal with?"

You look away, throat tightening. "I didn't want you to worry."

"Well, it’s too late for that darling."

You wanted to argue. You want to say that you're not made of glass, that you've fought before, that you can take care of yourself and you don’t need him to protect you from everything in the world. But the words turn to ash when you meet his eyes again, finally, full of heartbreak.

Alucard drops the cloth and exhales slowly, letting it sink down the small bowl of water.

"When I found you...for a moment I didn’t think you were breathing." He exhales.

"I was," you whisper, reaching to hold his thumb.

"You were barely," he shoots back. "There was blood in the dirt, yours, so much I coult smell it. I thought-" He cuts himself off, jaw tightening.

You tighten your hand, shaky and weak. "But I’m here now, Adrian…”.

He doesn't speak. Just brushing a strand of hair from your face, fingers ghosting against your skin.

"I'm sorry," you add, quieter this time. "I didn't think it'd get that bad."

He exhales through his nose, trying to cool the fire beneath his chest. "That's the problem.

“You didn't think."

Your lip trembles. "Do you really think I wanted this to happen?"

"I think you're reckless when it comes to your own life," he replies bitterly. "But not mine. Or anyone else's. You would die for anyone-but never let anyone risk themselves for you."

"You're not a burden. You're my wife."

You close your eyes, tears spilling over.

"I hate that you had to see me like that."

"I'd rather see you broken and breathing than not at all," he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. "Please, listen to me now. It’s okay to need me. I want you to. As I do for you.”

Your voice is barely audible. "I don't know how to need someone without feeling weak."

"You don't need to be strong all the time," he murmurs. "Not with me. Let me carry you when you can't stand."

You nod slowly, finally allowing the weight of it all to rest on his shoulders.

"Im scared," you admit.

Alucard pulls you gently into his arms, careful of your wound. "So am I. But we'll be scared together."

He kisses your temple, your hair, the corner of your mouth. A thousand silent apologies.

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