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aemond naked, with loose hair, no eyepatch, and looking vulnerable?!?!!!!! i won but at what cost, who is that with him ????

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Y'all the scream I just let out...omg I could cry OMG AEMONDNXBSBSNJSNS

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Shadow, Shield, Snake and Sword

Jonquil Darke x fem!princess readers

warning : fluff, comfort, small wound, reader is female, no use of Y/n

Summary : The Scarlet Shadow, or the Scarlet Strike. The noble woman of House Darke chosen to protect the queen and watch over the princesses…but what if a princess misjudges the snake's bite? Could it be that a shadow, a nobody and at the same time the only somebody might feel more than just protecting the princess?

Info : Ohh I love Jonquil such an impressive character in the book plus her titles are badass…so yeah enjoy reading ;)

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The shadows lay in every castle in Westeros, shadows were what kept the inhabitants safe from attackers, but they also made them afraid because it was the unknown that lingered in the shadows.

A shadow, a scarlet shadow that took place at the tournament of the golden wedding between Jahaerys and his sister consort Alysanne.

A shadow can be anything - a figure, a person, an animal or an object - everything casts a shadow, everything and everyone, and so love will also cast a shadow.

A scarlet shadow wrapped in armor at some point in the tournament, defeated and disarmed, the mysterious knight revealed his face and caused the smallfolk to marvel and praise.

A woman who would become the Scarlet Shadow of the Queen just two years later in 51 after Aegon's conquest.

The woman in the red armor who was always behind the queen, her one hand always on the hilt of her sword and her dark eyes fixed on anything that posed a threat while her lips curled into a slight knowing smile. But it was that smile and that look of shadow that would settle on one of the princesses years later.

Time passed and almost two years later the kingdom had several princes and especially princesses who all served the kingdom to marry, to become heroes and to make the king and his queen lose their last nerve and faith in the conquerors.

But it was also a time when one of the princesses, one of the older ones who was not filled with the rebellious thoughts of her sisters, seemed to be in danger of being forgotten between the pages of fate.

An inconspicuous princess, almost like a shadow of her own, white and transparent, invisible and yet always there. In addition, she was always visible to the Serpent, the scarlet-colored shadow following the white, dark eyes showing more and more amusement when she saw the princess's violet eyes looking at her.

Out from behind a bush, behind the werwood tree or behind the flowers of the garden. The princess, the white shadow as the older one called her, was not a shadow, she was a princess who seemed to have lost her thoughts about her.

She's not training precisely again, not even in the slightest thought the older one as she made her way through the passage towards the garden, her one hand no longer on the sword, knowing that the queen was safe in her chambers by the royal guard.

Her arms crossed in front of her armor-covered chest, she stood in the shadow of the columns that held up the ceiling of the passageway.

If the princess had been paying attention to her surroundings, the clatter of armor could have been heard, but she was too absorbed in slashing at a tall flower with a wooden sword.

A target, a good target if you like, but a target she wasn't aiming at properly. Jonquil's dark eyes still showed something else behind the dark glow of amusement, her duty and her own feelings.

,,You are more clumsy than your brother Vaegon the Bookworm…you are ruining the beauty of the flower," Jonquil said, seeing the younger one startle and finally recognizing the scarlet shadow that emerged from the darkness and came towards her.

She saw the princess adjust her dress and straighten her corset, which had slipped slightly due to her hasty movements. ,,Still a beauty," the older one assured her and saw how her assurance made the princess smile.

She pointed with her hand at the wooden sword the white shadow handed her, her violet eyes eagerly watching as she twirled the light sword in contrast to the metal one, threw it up and did a few simple positions with it. ,,Your sword skill my lady is truly impressive…could you teach me a little of it?" she asked after a moment's hesitation, hearing the slight smirk of the guard looking at her. Darkness met light.

A nobody met a somebody. Before the wooden sword was suddenly placed in the hands of the princess, Jonquil stood behind the high-born one, gently almost barely touching her, a light touch like a shadow, a certainty that she was there…always would be. ,,It's an honor my dear princess," she whispered, hearing the surprised gasp as they came so close before her glove-covered hands came to rest on the princess'.

The Targaryen felt the coldness of the leather, the darkness cast by the shadow and yet the heartbeat that matched hers. It was something indescribable…something that did not exist between such devotion, perhaps even love, depending on what you wanted and should call it.

,,The flower is small and inconspicuous, yet there is a power in it, a power that can cut through a swift sword," she read, and from the shadows the princess made a precise move on the stem that would have been severed had the princess not stopped at the last moment.

,,If-if you wish, it can kill," the violet-eyed girl said, looking slightly behind her at the appreciative face that drew a smile, ,,If it can be gentle and make the opponent dance," she continued, repositioning herself slightly before the shadow rolled out again.

The sword moved towards the flower and stopped in front of the stem again and the princess used her sweet tongue to nudge the flower and make it dance in a swinging motion.

,,A dance that eventually weakens and then," she began, not even realizing how the shadow had decapitated itself behind her and let the princess do it, ,,and then death comes," Jonquil finished the sentence and watched as the princess cut through the air with the sword made of wood and the flower's head lay on the flat tip of the sword.

Silence fell for a moment before a joyful ,,I did it!" came from the princess, who presented the sword and the flower to the guardian.

Before Jonquil took the scarlet-colored flower and came closer to the princess, she tucked the silver-blue hair behind the younger girl's ear and put the flower behind her ear. ,,And now the prize is yours," she said, letting her fingers linger on the princess's cheek for a moment before releasing the moment of temptation and giving her hand a gentle squeeze instead.

,,The dragon in you is strong, pretty princess, keep training in the shade of the weirwood tree and the shadow will come on its own," she reminded her, her dark eyes casting a knowing look before she pulled back, her hand returning to the hilt of her metal sword and the scarlet shadow disappearing into the shadows of the royal family.

But the viper had seen the princess's look of admiration and something like devoted love…it was only a matter of time before the scarlet shadow would settle on the princess again.

In the garden, where only the flowers bore witness to the two shadows that grew closer and closer with each disappearance and reappearance and would become one.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #fire and blood #jonquil darke #jonquil darke x reader #female x female #reader is female #targaryentuesday

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The 2 sides of the IHNMAIMS fandom: Side A: Harlan Ellison crafted this story in order to warn us that the selfishness and greeds of humanity will ultimately lead to our downfall and the machinations we created and manipulate to our wills can and will end and force us to suffer, if we don't end ourselves first. Side B: damn i want am so bad

#maybe I'm both sides #ihnmaims

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Good information

So I have my last exam on Wednesday then I'm finally done with school (a few more formalities but that's it). I'm still studying until Tuesday but I found some time over the weekend to do some writing and work on some very old requests. I also have two ideas for two mini-series each for the lost boys and hunchback of notre dame (the cover is already done). Apart from that not much changes here i just want to thank you for all the support and : MY REQUEST WILL BE OPEN AGAIN ON WEDNESDAY, MAY 15

#quick info #very happy with it #and thank you

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I just read I have no mouth and I have to scream and I am overwhelmed such a good short story. From the characters to the science fiction aspect, the dark evil nefarious side of AM and the ending my god the ending is just unbelievably good and tragic (for both sides so to speak) I really want to play the game and I would have loved to ask Ellision about this story just outstanding.

#i have no mouth and i must scream #i love this book

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Hey there @blueberrypancakesworld I got a request for you! It’s about the boys and Michael mainly David and Michael having a fight and being very loud which Lucy overheard this and is 100% done with it so she pulls a shotgun and shoots it to the sky above them, tells Michael and David to come over to her and then grabs their ears and twisted them and in a very calm tone of voice she threatens them to stop fighting and saids that “if I wanted to shoot you two I would have done so!” And walk away from them leaving Paul and Marko hugging each other out of fear, Dwayne being in shock realizing that she was very serious about shooting them and David and Michael agreeing to never fight never again! 

Silent evening

warning : use of a gun, implied use of weed and alcohol

info : So after months (sorry for the wait) the cute idea is finally finished and Lucy is just a power woman. I hope you like it and have fun reading :)

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Loud noises could be heard in the house of the family who not only had to share it as humans but also with the vampires who had taken up residence in the dark attic to be closer to their new friends, family and loved ones.

But it was in this very house that a scene of loud noise was playing out, threatening to jolt Grandfather out of his sleep, which for once had not been led here by Grass and Whsikey.

A fact that reassured his daughter Lucy, who merely placed her hand lightly on her old father's upper body and looked outside with a warning glance.

The sun had already set and she knew that the boys wanted to go out to the beach with Michael without the motorcycles flying, but her son wanted to take the safe route so as not to attract any more attention from outside.

The police already had enough to do with the kids turning up on the beach, so they didn't need another reason. But when she heard the shouting from outside again, the mother of the two boys had had enough.

She told her youngest to go to bed with Star and Laddie, trusting that the two of them would pass the time with him easily. She had taken them both into her heart, a daughter she didn't have and a shy but very loving little boy.

But at some point, she had reached her limits and she stroked her father's head once more before she went to the wall and took the doorbell from the wall to open the door as quietly as possible in contrast to the loud shouting and went into the garden. She saw exactly how Dwayne stood leaning against a tree watching the whole thing.

Marko and Paul held on to each other so as not to fall over with laughter, imitating their two friends over and over again, while David flew around willy-nilly and had one or two bitten cigarettes lying on the floor with rage.

Her son Michael, on the other hand, looked as if he would explode and strike any second. But the screaming and shouting only got louder and Lucy had had enough. Grasping the trigger of the gun, she aimed it over their heads and pulled the trigger.

A shot that was loud, louder than the screaming and a shot that made everyone outside flinch on this early evening. ,,Come here," she said sharply and gave her son and his friend a warning look. Michael almost ran to her while David threw away his cigarette again and landed in front of her.

They both looked like two little boys who had broken a vase again, but they had to. Letting them wait a moment, she grabbed one of their ears and twisted and pulled it, hearing the sounds of pain before pulling them closer.

,,If I wanted to shoot you two I would have done so!" she shouted louder than either of them ever could before leaving her charges in the garden, knowing that she first needed a soothing cup of tea and an even more soothing book with Max on the sofa.

Dwayne had hidden behind the tree, Marko and Paul had stopped laughing as they clung to each other. ,,Shall we… well, just stay here and play a game?" Michael asked the group and he had never heard such a quick ,,Yes" before the group of boys went into the room and spent the night playing Ludo and Uno. A quiet night in which Lucy finally had her rest and Grandpa could sleep peacefully.

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#the lost boys #tlb 1987 #tlb david #tlb dwayne #tlb marko #tlb paul #tlb michael #tlb lucy

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If it's not difficult for you, then can I request Claude frollo x a witch!fem!reader? The fact is that the reader is a witch with a beautiful and gorgeous voice, and she earns her living by singing. And during her street performance, Frollo falls in love with her. But after he finds out that she is a witch, a dilemma begins inside him between burning her or accepting and coming to terms with his feelings.

Singing of the untouched rose

warning : obsession, ambiguous fantasies, mention of witch burning, implied torture, no use of Y/n

Summary : The witch or just a pretty woman with flowers and a voice that made people happy. The judge who saw the streets full of sins laid his eyes on her it was clear for such a pretty flower there was only his strangulation on her or death by fire.

Info : Ahhh i missed writing for my favorite thank you anon for the request and i'm sorry it's so late but i just didn't have time so have fun with it ;)

cover from me ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summer descended on Europe, the continent was bathed in green and every flower blossomed, the forests turned their splendid leaves to the sunshine and the atmosphere brightened.

A mood that commanded the people, commanded the children who played in the fields of flowers, the adults who treasured and sold the flowers and the old people who told stories of even more colorful times. A time that Paris also remembered, a time in the Middle Ages when people feared demons, werewolves and witches.

Demonic women with crooked backs and black, ugly teeth or wondrous shapes that lured men and children into their huts with lust and sweets. But there could be no such thing in Paris, not under the watchful eye of Judge Claude Frollo, who could see the whole of Paris from his presence, from Notre Dame Cathedral to the filthy slums where the filth gathered.

He had seen it all and soon he would be visiting the Festival of Flowers at dawn, the official start of summer. A festival that was too festive, too cheerfully euphoric and a festival where you could no longer rely on your senses.

A festival where jesters and jugglers could be seen making puppets dance, couples adorned with flowers and where every merchant suddenly showed his finest, ,,A festival of colorful hypocrisy," he had mumbled when morning came and he had left his balko after a cup of wine.

He could already hear the cheerful bells and other musicians from his front door, who had already begun to make music while Paris was decorated with colors. But he had to go there, it was his heavy burden to go to the sinners and sinners' houses to wave and smile when he blessed a child.

Hiding his face as often as he could behind the dark curtain of the carriage that drove through the city from the poorest neighborhoods to the richest, arriving to his life in the main square where most of the flowers were.

He smelled the sweetness, the fresh food, the laughter and the colorful surroundings and was about to raise his hand to make the carriage go faster…before he heard it. It was a song as bright and clear as the chirping of birds, heralding the dawn and hope of the seasons.

,,Stop the carriage at once!" he hissed and pulled aside the dark purple curtain to try to recognize this temptation, this bewitchment. His dark eyes swept across the square, searching for the source past the people, the old, the children and the sinful adults as he caught sight of it.

He saw her in a circle of flowers, her body moving sinuously like a flower, revealing herself in her colorful dress, her lips, her exposed neck making those beautiful sounds.

Opening the carriage door, he walked towards her slowly as if taken in, his guards simply pushed the guards aside until Frollo stood a few meters in front of her. ,,The singing flower fairy!" he heard the cries of a gauger juggling and throwing more flowers into the circle, a circle of beauty, a circle of his greed like hands that wanted to reach for her, his hands wanted to lay their hands on her.

Walking up her legs, which flashed every now and then under her dress in a drift, her arms and hands gripping her to see if this pretty creature would fight back up to her neck around which he wanted to put his hands.

The judge heard her singing, heard that sweet voice and in his conviction she heard her voice already haunting him at night full of unprotection.

He recognized the song recognized the song about summer the flowers but also recognized her true side suddenly saw the flash of the knowing smile on her lips as she came towards him and almost playfully seductively let her hands wander lightly over her body.

A closed rose, a hint of the devil's grasp on her body, he saw the witch's mark on her forearm. It had to be cauterized and he drew in his breath almost sharply and closed his hands into a fist as he imagined the screams from the dungeon from the torturer.

,,A performance that makes the summer chill from your beautiful, enchanting voice…Fairy," he said, choosing his last word as he reached into his pocket for his wallet, pulling himself together to keep the goaty hands that were being pushed back by the guards.

He let the gold coin that flashed in the light twist slightly between his fingers and held it in front of him, ,,Take the gold," he said and watched with a smile as she climbed over the flowers and came towards him.

The sweet smell surrounded him in an instant and he was sure it must be a witch, he had read the witches' hammer hundreds of times, he knew how to recognize a witch.

She had him, wanted him there was no doubt that he had to live out his power as a judge he should have spackled her on the hla so sweetly and gently she should have dragged her tears away with his fingers kissed away in the dark at night.

Before he put the torches to her body and saw her fall apart, her screams would fade away and he would free her soul from the devil…but now he had her in front of him.

Saw how she was in danger of being caught by the witch and wanted to take the golden coin as he held her tightly and pulled her back to him, his form crouching over her, his black cloak seeming to cover everything as he whispered to her, ,,You witch have sin in you. If you love your pretty neck you need only come to me…repent on your knees before God, show me you mean no harm and you will survive".

Words that brought fear and uncertainty into her pretty eyes as she tore herself away and picked up her things, not wanting to know if he would chase her, if he would hunt her like a hunter hunts his prey.

But the judge let her go, a satisfied smile on his lips as he took the closed rose she had left behind and, coat billowing in the wind, got back into the carriage, which returned to his residence at a cracking pace.

But his eyes had long since settled on the rose, ignoring the shouts and noises from outside, instead his fingers were already opening the unopened rose, forcibly separating the petals to have the inside untouched for himself, he would be the first to touch this pretty flower…he would touch it either in the darkness of his own righteousness or kissed by the fire burning before him.

Whichever it was with the violent severing of the pretty petals that flew from the carriage and were blown by the wind, fate decided the judge and his witch.

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@kislaxnd , @judgefrollo24 , @mommmysstuffff , @fantadym , @theangelicbright ,@badabingbadabong1 , @missmannequin , @slutformelatonin , @magmabayvi , @aliensthegreat

#disney #disney movies #the hunchback of notre dame #disney hunchback of notre dame #judge claude frollo #judge claude frollo x reader #claude frollo x reader #judge frollo #frollo x reader #male x female

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My exchange art with @_necrotica_ on X.

Here can be my favorite joke about Aegon and Braavos.

#this is amazing #my god this is a masterpiece #he looks so soft #the artstyle just amazing #loveeee it

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I'm glad your day has been good also again random but what do you think of kianna's updated character design

The last picture looks so good i really like the design (the style is amazin) and her hair looks sweet :)

#answered #looks so sweet

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I know this is random but thank you for all the fanfiction you've written and I hope you have a nice day and take care of yourself

Thank you, my dear, I'm so pleased that you like my fanfiction so much and that unfortunately there's not so much coming at the moment, hated school and studying for my last work. But thank you and my day was actually quite good I hope you are doing well too.

#thank u #answered

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*drops this and runs off*

#i love this fricking chess piece so much

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They’re girlfriends, your honor

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Initiation's over, Michael. Time to join the club!

Original version

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I Linked both Jackie and Robert in the same post on X in celebration of #NightmareOnElmStreet 2010! Robert has been so nice to Jackie since day 1 of the remake. Although a lot of the fan base has been outright nasty to him.

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Wojchek as husband and father

warning : fluff, comfort, little emotional, childbirth, tiny angst

Summary : Can a man who has seen the devil on his ship even be able to love? who has looked death in the eye more than once, blood on his hands can love the answer….

Info : Another piece for Wojchek he would be a loving person I know it alos have fun reading ;)

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°Wojchek as a husband would be loving if you were together. If the candles, lights and facades were lit in the evening in the apartment in London or the ship was swinging gently. He would drop his tough first officer façade and become calm, gentle and understanding, ,,I could hardly wait to see you,” he would murmur as he hugged his wife, the hours, sometimes days and weeks when he was at sea seemed endless and the thought of seeing her again was what helped him. This façade was only there to hide the worries and thoughts he had too often and too much he had lost too many people he didn't want to lose his wife to the darkness.

°At sea he would always bring a small gift for his sweetheart when the crew wasn't here, when they were ashore he would look for something special in the stores, on the beach or in the area. Sometimes it was jewelry, then it was something for the apartment or it was fabric for new clothes that he knew she would like. He imagined her doing the finest handiwork that he had always admired when she sometimes made his shirts pretty again or even decorated the sails of a ship, ,,I admire you for that…this-this needlework is simply wonderful,” he had once confessed to her as he looked at her under the lights, she was his siren.

°But even as someone with a duty at sea for a crew, he had the same duty to his wife and he would protect her from anything, especially in this cruel world. A world with a monster as he himself had realized and a monster he protected her from, always going out with her at night, her arm always around his and keeping his eyes open for this beast, ,,I want to protect you too” he remembered her words as he had gone with her to a church for an evening mass.

°The church a sacred building a reminder of their marriage the church by the sea the sea and the sun a beautiful day and yet he appreciated her worries. Which is why he intertwined his hand with hers and looked into her eyes, seeing his own look, the look he had when he had imagined that he would protect those he loved forever. ,,Then let's begin,” he said, and that same night he taught her, gave her his notes on the beast, told her about the horror, the brutal disgust he had unleashed came to light, she knew what had happened to him, the scars on his body had been kissed by her.

°But even the training left him speechless and bewildered when he saw her in the short dress still beautiful but that extra skin he couldn't wipe the smile from his lips. ,,You seem to like it?” she asked with a grin as he nodded and slowly wrapped his arms around her body, ,,You look prettier than any sunrise,” he said and pulled her into a soft kiss, feeling the warmth radiating from her, the flattery, and his own love for her flare up, but the innocent kiss quickly became more in the darkened room on the soft carpeted floor, just the two of them.

°An incident that may have happened more than once during training and a thing that became apparent a few weeks later when the fear that she was getting sick first came. Wojchek had run to the pharmacy to get the nearest doctor he was afraid it was something he couldn't stop, a sickness a flu something he was almost powerless against. But the moments that passed let the couple know that it wasn't an illness, ,,Your wife is expecting a child, she's pregnant,” the older man said, seeing the surprise and then the awkwardness between them.

°But as soon as the front door closed and she stood in front of him, he saw her uncertainty, saw how she seemed to want to give in, her lips saying his name but before she could say anything he had pulled her into an embrace and a loving kiss. He felt his heart beat fast with excitement, love and happiness, ,,You make me the luckiest man in the world,” he said, just one of many phrases of happiness, praise and assurance that there was nothing more beautiful.

°They had never talked about children, it was like an unspoken thing because of his past and because she didn't know how far he felt advised. But now that the time had come, it was the most wonderful thing. It would be months before their child was really born, but the time until then was full of love, nervousness and even more uncertainty. Wojchek was the one who had to reassure himself far too often that everything was in order, that his cheeks would turn pink when he was caught buying clothes for the child again, wool and fabrics for his wife and perhaps that was why he had chosen a pattern with little angels.

°It was a while before he put his hand on her stomach, held his ear to it and told his child stories of the sea he had learned from his sailor or his mermaid, ,,You see your father fought an octopus, what a hero,” she said and smiled when the black-haired man looked up at her as he knelt in front of her and said, almost offended, ,,Two octopuses darling…listen little one your father is a great hero” he continued and made his wife laugh as she listened to the stories of the sea voyage again and knew that the child in her belly was probably listening intently.

°Wojchek would be a loving husband and just as loving a father, holding his wife's hand through the birth, moving the cool cloth over her forehead, trying to reassure her while he himself felt the fear that the birth would not go well. The hours of crying, tears and fear came to an end when a small cry went through the room and the couple were shown a small son with black hair like the father and the mother's eyes. ,,Ohhh honey he's as beautiful as you are” he praised kissing her forehead and helping her to sit up slightly to hold her son better and she even thought she saw a tear as the little boy clutched his father's inger. A little boy when he mumbled mama and dada made his parents cry with joy.

°The baby, who became a toddler over the next weeks and months, was named Eliot in memory of his captain, whom his wife had also met briefly and who had given them the blessing. The little boy who became braver and more adventurous every day like his father and artistic like his mother, writing poems about the sea, the seagulls and the sun. A child who played pirates in the house with his parents and who shooed away when his parents kissed because they were so happy about what was happening.

°A father and husband with his beloved wife and son went on a voyage on a steamship, traveling the latest technology across the sea, rivers and visiting countries. ,,I couldn't be happier to have such a beautiful wife…and such a sweet brave sailor son” he said as he gave a little toast at the table as they watched the sunset on the deck and his wife and son clapped their hands and clinked glasses together as the little family watched the sunset with happiness in their hearts.

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@oceansrose2002 , @deliri-yum22 , @killingboredom

#the last voyage of the demeter #tlvotd #the last voyage of the demeter wojchek #wojchek x reader #david dastmalchian