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i bought the wrong shade of foundation 💔

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it really does only take one basket of laundry you procrastinate putting away before your whole life turns to shit huh

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they don’t fucking play when they say being 19 is the worst

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im so burnt out i literally cant get out of bed

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on entrance to university, all english majors should be given one large and very sharp sword free of charge. to duel people who challenge their book interpretations with

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Castlevania Season 3 was released 5 years ago today

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Mental health status:

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thinking abt actor! sevika x popstar! reader

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Quick doodle of my wife..

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love to all the lil lesbians on my phone

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oh, the prima ballerina, the madonna, the caitlyn “dyke” kiramman whose fans are all cinephile lesbians on twitter have fallen to their knees.

and ever since caitlyn won her award, her fans become equally obsessed with their favorite actor’s fiancèe. albeit, there are crumbs. but to lesbians? it’s everything.

just from your public instagram with five posts and fifty followers, they know what you look like, how old you are, what college you graduated from, and most importantly a photo dump from july featuring you and caitlyn at her private family beach house.

later that day, someone tweeted:

user whoever gets to come home to caitlyn kiramman is one lucky bastard

and caitlyn kiramman, flooded with countless text messages on the war happening on twitter, finally opens that godforsaken app. and replies.

caitlynkiramman I’m the lucky bastard. I come home to her.

actor! caitlyn kirramman ⋆.˚ ౨ৎ ˚ ˖࣪

a/n: wrote this while listening to video games by trixie mattel. a true lesbian experience. warning: slightly suggestive, also sevika cameo cause… #needthat

caitlyn kirramman is the type of woman to never slip out that she has been engaged for a year and a half— let alone been in a serious relationship for seven years. not a single rumor has been uttered by a lousy so-called hollywood reporter or a flash of a paparazzi’s camera under the stars of a new york city night has caught caitlyn and her fiancée making out in her car.

she would expect an applause, but only one person would be you. which to her, is her favorite audience. by far. not even her own cast mates know about the love of her life. (not if you include sevika, who ever since she heard caitlyn say “i love you more, darling. lay there all pretty for me until i come home, okay?” and kept her mouth zipped ever since, but not without a slight scowl on her face.) but obviously her team knows, but never too much.

and don’t get it twisted: she is not ashamed of you nor her identity. she waves her lesbian flag proudly, literally if not figuratively, since for all the years she known you, she has starred in films and t.v shows which are unapologetically lesbian.

but with all the acclaim and attention she has garnered since she was six years old as an actor, it destroyed her from the inside out. she thought she would never recover— until she met you. it wasn’t like the movies where broken the girl gets automatically fixed by the love of her life. if only it were that simple. you were so tender and bright, it was hard to resist you. you taught her how to sew the broken pieces of herself, so she could be the best possible version of herself. she knew, deep down, she wanted to get down on one knew a year into dating you.

could you blame her for wanting to protect you from even a fraction of the pain she went through?

but during one glorious night, under chatter and glow in that auditorium of the best of the best in her industry, the announcer cries out her name. suddenly, everything seemed to slow. the roar of applause dulling out as she steps onto the stage, holding a golden award that was way heavier than expected, she couldn’t help but thank the very person who she couldn’t live without.

“and to my fiancée, you’ve turn my life technicolor. i love you, darling.”

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actor! caitlyn kirramman ⋆.˚ ౨ৎ ˚ ˖࣪

a/n: wrote this while listening to video games by trixie mattel. a true lesbian experience. warning: slightly suggestive, also sevika cameo cause… #needthat

caitlyn kirramman is the type of woman to never slip out that she has been engaged for a year and a half— let alone been in a serious relationship for seven years. not a single rumor has been uttered by a lousy so-called hollywood reporter or a flash of a paparazzi’s camera under the stars of a new york city night has caught caitlyn and her fiancée making out in her car.

she would expect an applause for her efforts, but the only person would be you. which to her, is her favorite audience. by far. not even her own cast mates know about the love of her life. (not if you include sevika, who ever since she heard caitlyn say “i love you more, darling. lay there all pretty for me until i come home, okay?” and kept her mouth zipped ever since, but not without a slight scowl on her face.) but obviously her team knows, but never too much.

and don’t get it twisted: she is not ashamed of you nor her identity. she waves her lesbian flag proudly, literally if not figuratively, since for all the years she known you, she has starred in films and t.v shows which are unapologetically lesbian.

but with all the acclaim and attention she has garnered since she was six years old as an actor, it destroyed her from the inside out. she thought she would never recover— until she met you. it wasn’t like the movies where broken the girl gets automatically fixed by the love of her life. if only it were that simple. you were so tender and bright, it was hard to resist you. you taught her how to sew the broken pieces of herself, so she could be the best possible version of herself. she knew, deep down, she wanted to get down on one knew a year into dating you.

could you blame her for wanting to protect you from even a fraction of the pain she went through?

but during one glorious night, under chatter and glow in that auditorium of the best of the best in her industry, the announcer cries out her name. suddenly, everything seemed to slow. the roar of applause dulling out as she steps onto the stage, holding a golden award that was way heavier than expected, she couldn’t help but thank the very person who she couldn’t live without.

“and to my fiancée, you’ve turn my life technicolor. i love you, darling.”

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─── ❝𝓢weet 𝓝othings❞

adrian tepes x fem!reader

─ summary; whispering sweet nothings to one another before bed

word count; 380

cw; pure fluff, castlevania nocturne adrian/alucard

a/n; first post!!

The night was still, the only sound the soft rustle of leaves outside the window. The gentle glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting silvery streaks across the grand bedchamber. You lay on your side, facing Alucard, whose golden eyes shone faintly even in the dim light.

He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch as delicate as the brush of a feather. “You look like a dream,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, almost reverent.

A faint warmth bloomed in your chest at his words, though you couldn’t resist teasing him. “A dream, hm? I suppose that’s fitting for someone who rarely sleeps.”

He chuckled softly, the sound warm and rich. “If I do not sleep, it’s only because I’d rather spend my nights like this—watching you.”

Your breath caught, and you shook your head with a smile, burying your face into the pillow to hide the heat rising to your cheeks. “That’s unfair,” you mumbled, your voice muffled by the fabric.

“Unfair?” he echoed, tilting his head as he gazed at you with soft amusement. “What’s unfair is how you ensnare me so completely without even trying.”

You peeked out from behind the pillow, meeting his eyes. “You have a way with words, Adrian.”

“Only when I speak of you,” he said, his lips curving into the faintest of smiles. He shifted closer, his hand brushing along your arm before resting gently against your waist. The simple touch made your heart flutter.

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Do you know how much you mean to me? How your presence chases away centuries of loneliness?” His thumb grazed your cheek, his touch as soft as silk. “You’re my light in the dark.”

“Adrian,” you breathed, overwhelmed by the sincerity in his words. “You mean the world to me too. You know that, right?”

His eyes softened further, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I do, but hearing you say it… it’s something I’ll never grow tired of.”

You smiled, your hand reaching up to rest over his. “Then I’ll make sure to remind you every day.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled with unspoken promises and the steady rhythm of your breaths. Then, his voice broke the stillness, softer than before. “Sleep, my love. I’ll be here when you wake.”

And with that, you closed your eyes, Alucard’s soothing presence the last thing you felt as sleep finally claimed you.

© STVRBOYY — do not copy, translate, modify, or plagiarize my work. reblogs are appreciated!

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what if i die

credit !!

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thinking about love as the ultimate transformative power in castlevania... richter's love giving strength to annette when she's practically dying from sekhmet's possession, juste and tera's care bringing maria back from the darkness, lisa showing dracula that he can be loved and good, alucard's love for each generation of belmont making him come back not to fight evil but simply to teach them how to fish despite knowing that he'll have to watch them die, olrox coming back to fight erzsebet out of love for mizrak, alucard saying that dracula still had goodness in him at the end precisely because his last action on earth was loving lisa's last gift to him, their son,... the only characters that are truly evil being the ones like Carmilla, the Abbott in nocturne or drolta who turn acts of devotion, love and trust into destruction and violence.... going to kill myself

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she better be under my christmas tree

note: sevika being soft. made this in like 10 minutes becus i miss her.

      sevika’s pretty sure that you cast a spell on her because ain’t no way you, a nobody who owns a bakery in zaun, turns her into putty. seriously, she is baffled. how you manage to break down her walls is a wonder not only to her but to everybody. and let me tell you, she doesn’t like people. like right now, her foot slams the door to your home close, the noise signaling you that she’s home. she hangs her cape up by the hook beside the door, taking off her boots, and rolling her sore shoulders back. her gaze falls on your back, you’re doing the dishes, cleaning the pans and things you’ve used while cooking.

“you’re just in time for dinner,” you dry your hands on a towel, turning around to face her, a smile forming on your face, “welcome home, sev.”

      her body subtly sags, but you notice it. you always do. she lazily walks to you, her tired eyes locking into yours, and you open your arms for her to fall into. you wrap your arms up around her neck, your fingers playing with the back of her baby hair, almost lulling her to sleep. in return, her human arm finds itself underneath your shirt, rubbing circles on your back.

“tired?” she nuzzles her head in the side of your neck, her breath tickling you, “let’s go eat?”

“let’s stay like this for a second, doll.” 

“okay.”

      you cherish times like these—her being softer. it’s rare, but they come by every once in a while, her job draining her to the bone. and sevika would just stay in your embrace, she doesn’t care if her legs are begging her to sit down, she doesn’t care at all. you pull away and before she can say a word, you press your soft lips on her cheek, just under her eye, and that action, that alone, almost makes her tear up.

she closes her eyes, “i don’t deserve you, doll.”

“you don’t,” you snort out jokingly, “but i’m still here.”

her eyelids flutter open, glaring at you but you know it holds no malice, “you’re supposed to say the opposite.”

“i’m only teasing,” you put both of your hands on her face, rubbing along them with your thumb, “and i think you’re the only one who deserves me anyway, you take care of me so well. who’s my good girl?”

      she gives you her infamous i’m-so-done-with-your-shit face, making you giggle and kiss her again. your kisses travel from her eyebrows, down to her mouth; pecking her lips affectionately. god, she loves you so much.

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big mama