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Ugt twien kovish nati esht dai num ber buani kor avin twish fon abu.🎶💕

York Minister Cathedral, UK

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Avt nai guen fork atebim fort que Fon tar avitai novishier otifier agin. 🌷🌻🎶

~The tulips and the daisies have music.

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The Dawn

Series : to the moon and back

Chapter 1/7 : the Dawn

Xanthus x reader, Xanthus Claiborne x reader, Xanthus x fem!reader, Xanthus x afab!reader, zakauva character x reader

Series, established relationship, angst, vampire x human, mention of stabbing, no Death

Tw : angst, cult

Letter from the past

A/n

Dear _______

If you are reading this then i manage to either has success or a blessing has come, i expected that you might be confused why i wrote this or who am I. This letter would help you atleast to know the basics. I am Xanthus Claiborne of the house of Claiborne I'm a 402 years old but u count in 50s so i would say I'm 450. I am a vampire turned in the victorian era, in a war against monarchy and royalist, we are bonded and you are my partner your life is my life and my life is yours too.

Nov 20 XXXX is the day we officially meet, i already stal—watching you sometimes when i have my free time. When you stab me i knew you are the one, i know its kinda weird but as a vampire, centuries of living can effect your mind? Your blood also is one of the most sweetest thing i've tasted and for the longest time i find my self being hard to hold back. Days later i found something, a feeling of wanting to be with you everyday, the feeling of solitude and the next thing i knew is i sneak to your room almost every night, watching you sleep and see how your stalker follow you everyday but don't worry i killed him.

Finally one day I've decided to finally reveal my self. You're so cute when you asked me about my legacy and everything, the way your eyes shine when you asked me about my world, my profession and hobbies or why I'm here and why i choose you.

A day later after that i see you visited my gallery. You're curious about me and i can't blame you, knowing that there are more creatures lurking in the dark makes you curious. Curious enough to research about me and visit me into my precious gallery. I gifted you a bracelet and that's where our "love story" start if you can call that. Long story short, we found out we are bonded and our feeling and life are almost connected, your life is my half and so does mine to yours. We found our self getting hunted by trimidians and that time i feel guilty for taking you in a danger I've created but yet You're still with me until you're not. I love you my love, i love you until the moon and back, my dead Heart would pump blood that can bring you to the moon and back

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How nice 🌷

Tho it’s not the biggest milestone this feels like one of my biggest milestones on this app ! I CANT believe how many people follow me (tho a lot may be bots and whatnot) the amount of love I get on my silly little doodles is out of this world ! Just know I read all the tags and comments and wish I could thank everyone personally ! So much talking 🩷✨🥺

I want to give back somehow ! I will be having a raffle to win a commission of choice all you have to do is donate one kofi ($3) and you’ll be instantly put into my raffle!

Raffle number two will be a surprise sticker and postcard package (for this one you will only need to reblog)

THANK U A MILLION AGAIN AAA *cry cry cry*🥹

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Watch "Am" on YouTube

Zitch muat ato nob blaoi tosh NATO dis maki naw gadi el tafa mon jur que.

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Astue nak pan train like gosh man taruti elban qua.

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“ I once believed that the road of happiness continued forever and ever into the distance. When it was destroyed, I realized for the first time that it lies upon a thin sheet of glass.” — Shinobu Kocho to herself in Wrath

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Bien kei kon tra taw rai.

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Gost natu el mank vuan del mati emo nakuen evaneizrtz kato almanacier guenr rekin avi kor.

Linda Pastan, from a poem titled, "Why Are Your Poems So Dark?"

Image ID: "Ask the moon.

Ask what it has witnessed."

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The nocs i dare to put the warranted phenomena of muera per dazi en gran dua ameco per yian alo al jang wouk con tgalli ish fuen maryam gapun jin nai of the place per daco mer kati en fana, beie ai dah fue quan ato dish afeina.

Rebeca Puebla

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Afua kai nas lak namuen galo efts tuei liei fik nala.

17th century

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Odds have merely put my distinct validities into a mere scenes of air like winds of traveled and lost soul to be in this area of what where im into. Forces of the so called ai con dier tue anue gish allie fei tua un aggaro mien tua. Be it more like a tale of all this shadowed lyrical stats of walking persona.

At winter’s final surrender, my kitchen becomes a graveyard for ants. Their bodies fall in clusters, form families of crumpled black petals beside an aging apple, last night’s forgotten toast. The poison on their mandibles: mine. This inevitable ritual. This carnage. I deny the first ant as fluke, usher it outside. The next ten slink in hungry, allowed to leave alive. But when they skitter all at once chasing veins up the broadside of my thighs, my arms, I rush to peel open traps, barricade the walls, pretend their deaths don’t rest in my hands like a coward. The man I once loved used to laugh as he kindled wax candles against their antennae or drowned them in his bog of dish soap and arrogance. He liked to say ants don’t feel pain as if we could ever be certain of such things. As if their frantic convulsions away from his flames weren’t enough to believe them. These days, I always close my eyes when I whisper apologies to every lost daughter who sways drunk on boric acid, a noctambulant, stumbling shadow in this kitchen; in this microcosm of a man’s world, I am still her. I wear footprints on my spine. My hair smoulders hot, every severed strand a mnemonic for how much this body can take as I cross these granite tiles anyway. Devour crumb by crumb what is his. My sisters and I leave invisible trails home. We learn how to scorn the peachy-sweet scent of betrayal. Every spring, another flood of ants.

Jade Y. Liu, Equinox 

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Voch abi noum ato lak gaman krei ashtua andei cula amo mar gash liet tieve.

Odysseus Elytis, tr. by Athan Anagnostopoulos, from “Maria Nephele: A Poem In Two,”

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Koilak namun tar agh gash lavijn tik namun dier. Est toufei!

Zurück zu Dir - Jannine Weigel Official Lyric Video (German song)

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Esti rizefc vish. Esh vevira taium to fuem.

🔮 Witchy Goth & Pagan Shop 🔮

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Hat lan tuar agot nagam bien toi fue.

「 ig: m_mokatt 」

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Asuk gad nak daliu em van jil aque avie est lomi darft twana akue mien dafyn daka imbra aku mi nie killiun tweu avion.

a compilation of some of my favourite grave monuments that i’ve seen, part two