thingsseenandheard
thingsseenandheard
Allow none to be your equal.
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What is family, if not the monsters we are obliged to love? 18+. I'm an adult. You may call be Sanne. Getting my PhD in Advanced Cazador Studies. If you're acting untoward I'm just going to block you, I do not engage in discourse. That's really all you need to know.
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thingsseenandheard 4 days ago
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Bonus:
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thingsseenandheard 27 days ago
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the stars wept for you that night
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thingsseenandheard 3 months ago
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what if cazador was kidnapped and tadpoled too. what if he had amnesia. what if he took one look at astarion and thought he was vellioth. what if astarion let him believe it. much to think about
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thingsseenandheard 5 months ago
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thingsseenandheard 5 months ago
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thingsseenandheard 6 months ago
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"Perhaps you hoped to learn your place in history before you are erased from it. A bright flash of clarity before snuffing-out."
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thingsseenandheard 6 months ago
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Wow. This is vellicaz 馃憖馃憖
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thingsseenandheard 6 months ago
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I think one reason why I'm so feral over Gortash/Dark Urge is because they're both such monsters. Just horrible people. Disgusting in so many ways.
It takes a violent lobotomy, an extreme parasite infestation, and then several months of torture followed by several more months of being forcefully resocialized before The Dark Urge even gets close to being redeemable. Gortash doesn't even get that.
Neither of them are pretending to be anything other than an absolute monster around the other. And we see that Gortash, at least, CAN pretend to be a decent person if he wants to. But he isn't even trying with the Dark Urge.
They are the purest, most vile versions of themselves around each other. The Dark Urge is a violent, sadistic, delusional fiend obsessed with murdering people for their god/father. Gortash is a selfish, brutal, power-hungry narcissist who treats everyone like tools to get what he wants. They both know this about each other from the start. Neither of them are hiding anything.
And that's why they like each other.
Idk man maybe I'm just middle aged, but there's something weirdly sweet about meeting someone who sees all the worst, most disgusting parts of you, the parts everyone else recoils away from, the parts even you yourself know are fundamentally unlovable... and realizing this person likes you not in spite of these things, but because of them.
There's something romantic about knowing you're a monster and accepting that fact - only to meet another creature like you and realize you don't have to be a monster alone.
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thingsseenandheard 6 months ago
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thingsseenandheard 10 months ago
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The kind of sex I want requires like 3 layers of psychological manipulation
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thingsseenandheard 10 months ago
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aftercare is important! fuck their corpse!
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thingsseenandheard 11 months ago
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is it really love if he doesn't finger your wounds? i think wound fingering is an essential part of any relationship if you're serious about it.
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thingsseenandheard 11 months ago
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thingsseenandheard 11 months ago
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Have miserable, long haired Raphael for @sky-kiss 's new fic which I IMPLORE you all to read!
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thingsseenandheard 11 months ago
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Bound Man by John Singer Sargent, c. 1917-21
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thingsseenandheard 11 months ago
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this is how i envision raphael's romance
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