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Aaaaaqhhhhhhhh

do you crave vampire gal prints to hold? well crave no longer because three just dropped over on my inprnt !

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i had homework to do and i didnt finish this on time but here's a knight for trans day of visibility 💖🏳️‍⚧️

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Lord Eric, heir to the duke of Hornwood (OC)

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Drawing alot of yearning lately

Tip jar

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Treat thy Lady - Print

Tip jar

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And finally after far too long, after what feels like an eternity stolen from my grasping hands I sink into that divine kiss. The flavor if the cigarette we shared still in his hand and fresh on our lips is the only thing keeping me grounded in reality. Our own shot of carnal Sin before a chaser holy bliss.

I take his head in my hands, searching his curled hair for purchase as his legs give way before the kiss and begins to sink like a sailor falling for a Siren or angel plummeting from heaven after clipping it's own wings to join me here below. His hands grasp my hips like a life raft and some part of me vaguely notices the butt drop from his fingers as it's crushed to fall to the porch beneath us.

Soon his to low for me to Tower over him and remain standing so rather than break this of which I will not be torn away from I go to one knee and wrapping my hands in the front of his shirt pull him further into our embrace, doing my best to translate every second of passion I've ever held from the moment I saw him into this kiss.

I can almost feel his heart beating in his chest, as I move across his bottom lip to his top, back and forth like a sparrow dancing on the breeze it races faster than I thought possible.

A shiver races up mine spine as the cold night air fills my shirt as his hands clawed up my back all the way up between my shoulder blades before they carve a trail to find the way back out, the heat from the scratches beating back the late night chill.

I bite his lip one of his nails digs deeper than the rest right over hip and feel him quiver from the sensation. See how much he enjoys the sensationof my teeth on his skin makes me grin even more like a damn fool. I can't wait to give more. Can't wait to devour him.

I don't.

Got the writing bug again, all acts seen above are totally fiction and any likeness to real kissing that happened is pure coincidence

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Tarot Deck (part 2) by Perci Chen

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ishar: behold the power of my Mega Depression!! you cannot possibly--

kaladin: yeah, yeah. the Mega Depression. we've all felt it. anyway, here's wandersail

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Hiya everyone, please buy my book it has boys kissing boys, girls kissing girls, and falling for magical creatures that definitely kill and eat you, but like in a yearning way!

DeVulpe's Dossier https://a.co/d/f3LdFlY

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DeVulpe's Dossier https://a.co/d/f3LdFlY

Above is the link for my first every poetry book! It's full of yearning and tragedy and the gays! (And a little bit of spice) I hope you enjoy!!!!

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My poem about a hot vampires lady hope you enjoy : Sanguine Sapphic

For more poems like this maybe look into buying my book?

Her eyes so soothing and yet at the same time capable of rioting the fire in my veins at a mere glance seemed to draw in every one of my desires and in doing so trap me.

Trapped however was the farthest thing from I felt in that instant, locked in the crimson glow of her gaze I felt as though I could fly amongst the birds and the bats across the sky, but why would I ever entertain the thought of being so far from my paramore?

The ebony lipstick she has donned tonight parts to reveal the most brilliant ivory smile anyone has been blessed enough to see, the sides of which are accented by fangs all too eager to sink into my skin and take their fill.

The shakiness of her breath finally matches mine as her breathing gets shallower the closer our embrace brings us, lips centimeters apart and my exposed collar just a few inches away.

I can think of no better fate than gazing into her eyes full of passion and ravenous lust as she drains every drop of my blood, for then and only then when I be the closest a man can be to his deity.

And is it not poetic in its entirety that the object of my deepest desires who has consumed my every thought both waking and dreaming be the one who in the end consumes me as a whole.

So with a heart racing with adrenaline and lust I sink into one final kiss with the mistress of my dreams, my hands tangled in her curled hair, hers pulling the rest of my shirt open before tracing my ribs, following them to my back before her nails begin to take purchase in my back.

Finally with an almost divine mix of pain and ecstasy she lets her lips find the veins in my neck and with the barest show of resistance sinks fang into skin.

My hands tighten and I gasp, unable to hold still let alone quiet as I am given everything I've ever wanted and she takes what she needs.

Ounce by ounce, drop by drop she drinks me in like a woman lost in the desert who finds an oasis. I can feel her heart surge with an unheard strength even as mine begins to flutter.

As my legs begin to give she gently lowers us to the floor, never letting her bite wane and straddles me, her legs holding me just as if not tighter than her arms.

Light fading from my eyes as all that I am is devoured by the queen atop of me, I utter out my last words, words of devotion and praise and worship.

The last thing I feel as my life is whisked away by the winds of fate is tears falling from my inamorata, tears so cold falling from her eyes to race the single drop of blood running down my collarbone.

The last thing she feels from me is my vain attempt at wiping those tears away with a hand too weak to leave the cobblestone under us.

I do not see it but after she has laid me to rest in the mausoleum she takes my hand in hers and wipes her tears away with my thumb, the way I always had in life.

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DeVulpe's Dossier https://a.co/d/f3LdFlY

Guess who's fucking book came out!!!

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Her eyes so soothing and yet at the same the capable of rioting the fire in my veins at a mere glance seemed to draw in every once of my desire and in doing so trap me.

Trapped however was the farthest thing from I felt in that instant for locked in the crimson glow of her gaze I felt as though I could fly amongst the birds and the bats across the sky, but why would I ever entertain the thought of being so far from my paramore?

The ebony lipstick she has donned tonight parts to reveal the most brilliant ivory smile anyone has been blessed enough to see, the sides of which are accented by fangs all to eager to sink into my skin and take their fill.

The shakiness of her breath finally matches mine as her breathing gets shallower the closer our embrace brings us, lips centimeters apart and my exposed collar just a few inches away.

I can think of no better fate than gazing into her eyes full of passion and ravenous lust as she drains every drop of my blood, for then and only then when I be the closest a man can be to his deity.

And is it not poetic in its entirety that the object of my deepest desires who has consumed my every thought both waking and dreaming be the one who in the end consumes me as a whole.

So with a heart racing with adrenaline and lust I sink into one final kiss with the mistress of my dreams, my hands tangled in her curled hair, hers pulling the rest of my shirt open before tracing my ribs, following them to my back before her nails begin to take purchase in my back.

Finally with an almost divine mix of pain and extacsy she let's her lips find the veins in my neck and with the barest show of resistance sinks fang into skin.

My hands tighten and I gasp unable to to hold still let alone quiet as I am given everything I've ever wanted and she takes what she needs.

Ounce by ounce, drop by drop she drinks me in like a woman lost in the desert who finds an oasis. I can feel her heart surge with an unheard strength even as mine begins to flutter.

As my legs begin to give she gently lowers us to the floor, never letting her bite wane and straddles me, her legs holding me just as if not tighter than her arms.

Light fading from my eyes as all that I am is devoured by the queen atop me, I utter out my last words, words of devotion and praise and worship.

The last thing I feel as my life is whisked away by the winds of fate is tears falling from my inamorata is tears so cold falling from her eyes to race the single drop of blood running down my collarbone.

The last thing she feels from me is my vein attempt at wiping those tears away with a hand no too weak to leave the cobblestone under us.

I do not see it, but after she has laid me to rest in the mausoleum, she takes my hand in hers and wipes her tears away with my thumb, the way I always had in life.

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Gotta remeber this now that we have our own fucking Sadeas in charge

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Guess who's fucking book came out!!!!! Available for e book version rn hard copies to come later!!!

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Glass weapons by Niino kyohei

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Step, ring

Step, ring

Step, ring

The singing of the blades in our hands melding with the beating of our hearts to form a melody so intoxicating I feel drunk on its movements.

Shifting gazes flying hands faster that conscious thought we have fallen fully into a battle of instinct.

Step, ring

Step, ring

Step, ring - splash

Stone grey steel meets ivory skin in an explosion of crimson as it glides through your cheek missing your eye by a hairs breath.

Pain races to the front of my mind as I realize the path of victory I won against you is mirrored by your own blade carving a line of retribution along the top of my collar bone.

Step, ring

Step, ring

Step, ring

Eyes locked in the heat of battle burn brighter with a new and confusing fire. Memories of past moments under the rain and lost embraces in each other's arms fuel that blaze of conflicting emotions that fight for control even as we now dance too the song of danger and death.

Breaths getting heavier, limbs getting slower, pain blossoming ever greater as our argument is settled in the ways of old.

Step, ring

Step, ring

Step, ring - shock

An opening in your guard arises as a bead of sweat blinds your good eye as the sting of my slash has already closed the other and I find my hand paralyzed out of a deep affection I long thought discarded.

The fight resumes and even as your vision clears I find mine blurring as the love long stoked finds itself rekindling once more seeking too pour from my eyes like the torrent of springs thaw.

Step, ring

Step, ring

Step, ring - clatter

In a show of defiance to the demon that is my anger towards you I release the hold of my hilt and let steel meet stone in preparation of the following meeting of steel and bone.

What follows is the touch of a razors edge against soft flesh, but not the biting terrible kiss of Vengeance instead the tender caress of hesitation as two minds so alike after years of harmony now find themselves wrestling with the same thoughts as the knots of complication and dispute begin to unravel before us.

Breathing in, breathing out

Breathing in, breathing out

Breathing in, breathing out - bliss

Lips once snarled in anger now meet in wonderful ecstasy even as my blood drips down the blade onto my opposite shoulder forming two crismon rivers down my chest.

Once more steel meets stone and then steel again as your swords encounters mine on its path to the cobblestones below as our kiss grows into one so deep both of us have forgotten whose air we respire.

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breathe out - darkness

Azure sky gives way to raven hair as we descend into a world where once steel bit into flesh now teeth and nails find their purchase.

Rage and spite washed away by a tidal wave of lust and affection bridging that sea of hate so love and forgiveness may grow once more.

Breathe in, breathe out

Breathe in, breath out

Breathe in, breathe out - light

Time becomes a blur and what once was dusk became dawn to only once again bloom into Dusk before we tear ourselves away from our wordless accord.

A debt we both swore would only end in blood and death now resolved by the blood stained the pair of swords once a symbol of hate soon to be a display of peace atop a mantle. The death sworn to be collected is unspokenly agreed to be delivered by old age in one anothers arms near a warm fire and cold drink.

Step, ring

Step, ring

Step, ring

The ceremony bells of the church tower ring out across the town as you glide down the aisle clad in a dress of lavender and lilac a veil of dandelion beads obscuring the beautiful face marred only by the thin white line of remembrance.

My breath caught in my throat, eyes blurry and blood on fire as emotions that as of yet have no name battle inside my heart as I am awe struck by your visage before me feeling the burgundy of my suit a now unworthy colour beside that of your dress.

Step, Ring

Breathe in, breathe out

I do, I do