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"You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me"

The asylum they raised me in:

#lol lmao #oh 2017 choices how I miss you

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Three tickets to Challengers please

#has anyone done this yet or is this just a Twitter meme #either way go see challengers it’s the movie of the year #playchoices #immortal desires

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I was about to say that I was surprisingly not totally hating Guarded (I don’t think it’s good but I can’t resist a cloying romance or an LI that is down so bad for the MC that it actually makes them ill) then I read this and remembered that these books are written for people who play with one hand down their pants, not REAL yearners 💀

#her ass would not say that… #she literally masturbated to MC and then felt immense guilt about it #her ass should be crying the first time they have sex #not getting all dominant and telling MC what lingerie to wear #make her PATHETIC!!! #guarded choices

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together again

imtura x elyon (she/her)

timelapse + stuff under the cut

their height is skewed for art purposes but realistically i envision their height difference like this ⬇️ lol

tags | @choicesficwriterscreations

#the height difference is so excellent 😘🤌 #also the mix of want and sadness on Imtura’s face….losing my mind!!! #blades of light and shadow #imtura tal kaelen

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TCH is insane. What if love was strong enough indeed. What if there was someone able to look at what others deemed a monster and chose to love them. What if the strength was in the kindness. In the ability to stay, in that steadfast loyalty that the monster never believed they deserved. What if

#YEAH #gdt was right when he said the beast doesn’t need to transform to be loved!!! #and when he said that love isn’t transformation it’s acceptance and understanding #the cursed heart

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I think ID!MC should get pregnant. For no reason except it’s funny af and it creates another Twilight parallel

#cas and gabe about mc’s immaculate conception baby: we’re not the step moms we’re the moms who stepped up #immortal desires

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the difference between the vampires from Bloodbound and the vamps from Immortal Desires is that the former are Ethel Cain coded and the latter are Chappell Roan coded. Two sides of the same depressed gay coin but one’s more moody religious horny and the other is upbeat bubblegum pop horny

#idec if this is dumb this is just my way of saying that I’m listening to Chappell lately #bc one thing about me is that I will shamelessly jump on a bandwagon

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Maybe Someday

Book: Immortal Desires

Pairing: Gabriela Adalhard/Cassie Harlow

Rating/Warnings: M, contains scenes of nausea and descriptions of throwing up, blood, depression, and refusal to eat

Summary: Gabriela still hasn’t gotten the hang of drinking blood

A.N. Please keep the above warnings in mind! If there are any additional warnings or tag you need me to add please don’t hesitate to let me know!

The nausea is threatening a reappearance again, there’s a drip in the faucet, she’s long gone. There’s nothing Gabriela is willing to do about it right now.

Willingness. What a concept.

The solution sits there, blatantly taunting. She graces it with the finger, sending a mental apology moments afterwards to whoever had to be drained for this.

It’s never getting easier.

She catches a forced sight of herself in the mirror, breaking gaze just as quickly. Silver follows her back, and she loses her reflection. There’ll be no looking at herself anymore, now that it won’t result her in seeing herself.

‘Can’t see what’s gone’ she reminds herself. She curls up. The drip goes on.

Her days have blended into this lately, since she died. Since she awoke with her stopped heart in her throat and the keen eyes of a community watching her every move. (They are a community, for all she says about them. Just not one for her). She wonders for a moment if they’re at all entertained by what she presents to them now. For a marvelous moment, she remembers she doesn’t care, and manages a partial smile.

A knock, and seeing Nicole’s responding smile startles her out of the stupor, and she scrambles to sit up in a decent position. Her hoodie is crumpled she knows, and her hair in an extremely messy ponytail. Not ready for company. Again though, this not caring thing does wonders for her.

“How’re you holding up?” Nicole questions, and Gabriela’s eyes dart to the bag. Nicole sees it too, but thankfully she keeps whatever sympathy she’s sure she’s harboring to herself.

“Holding up fine” she lies, and her eternal punishment comes through exactly moments later. Cas Harlow is here, and she looks as though she’s been handed a lottery ticket. She has no energy for the smugness.

“Cas” Nicole acknowledges, and Cas immediately ignores this pleasantry to eye the bag. Maybe she’ll keep it there rather than deliver it to Shiloh’s door later that night- it’s clearly a conversational point.

“You’re still holding out?”

“It’s a principle-” she begins. Harlow’s laugh is as amused as she imagines she can get, the usual rough edge sneaking its way through.

“It’s killing you, is what it is. Look, you don’t have to hunt. But the blood was given anyways. So feed. You know you want to”

It’s an act of otherworldly, hunger induced defiance that has her lift the bag from the table, bringing it to her lips. She doesn’t need to much less want to- has more control than Cas. Than them. She can keep herself from doing this.

Her fangs dip, and she thinks she’s never eaten before this. The ecstasy overtaking her as the blood coats her tongue and eventually lips as she grows sloppier elicits the faintest moan, clearly not lost on Cas.

The bag is drained down to the dredges, and she could swear she hears Cas laugh as she growls in her desperation to get more. Another bag is downed, somehow smoothly procured by Cas’s deft hand.

“Lifted it” she explains, surely purposely ignoring Gabe’s (unfocused) glare of judgment. “Hey, this one was given by L. Russel! You should start a collection- some people treat doing this like a free ticket to paradise and give every couple months. Maybe they’ll come through for you again- since you like the taste so much apparently”

It’s all it takes to Gabriela on her feet and in the bathroom, a nausea even stronger than before threatening to overtake her. Footsteps follow, but whoever it is isn’t important. Who is is this L. Russel, who’s unwittingly extending the life force and strength of a monster.

She can feel Cas’s hand steadying her, hyper aware of the surprisingly gentle touch that grasps the stray hair and chain of her cross out of her way as she vomits. Her fingers linger over a rash from the faint bit of silver mixed with the gold, brushing at it with a careful reverence. It’s unexpectedly grounding, and she flinches back from the stained red bowl- leaning against Cas. It’s a comfortable position- she must have shifted to make the room for her.

She sits with that for a moment, with a bloody toilet bowl and Cas Harlow and a mouthful of blood her body stubbornly refused to let go of, and somehow it’s the most grounded she’s felt in some time.

#immortal desires #hehehe begrudgingly tender gabecas has me like 🤭

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Quinn Kelly

#baby girl!!! #endless summer

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Big fan of

"MC who loves and celebrates Maxwell exactly as he is, doesn't try to change him, matches his energy"

and its glorious sequel

"Maxwell is so comfortable being himself around her and starts to foster a sense of self-confidence and self-worth beyond being just The Funny Guy Who is Good For a Laugh but No One Takes Seriously"

#trr may have jumped the shark but maxwellmc will always be my beloved #maxwell beaumont #the royal romance

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Farewell, Mona

For @rodappreciationweek

#my number one girl #ride or die

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my brother's keeper

crimes of passion | M | 1.1k words

relationships | vasili thorne & sebastyan thorne, background f!trystan thorne/nb!main character (will rose, he/him)

warnings | character death, graphic depictions of violence

In which Vasili Thorne kills a brother in the name of Drakovia.

[read on ao3]

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Duty was the one word that rang through Vasili’s head, has been almost all his life. The garrote felt like a dead weight in his gloved hands. There was a slight tremor in his fingertips as he mindlessly fidgeted with the weapon, thoughts preoccupied with the price he was about to pay.

Sebastyan. Duty now demanded for his darling little brother, Sebastyan.

Eight years ago, duty demanded for Juliana. Vasili’s beautiful Juliana—taken from him by none other than one wretched Trystan Thorne. Trystan never was satisfied. The gift of the crown in her lap, the world at her fingertips, and she could never see it as the blessing that it was, as the opportunity to serve and fulfill duty in the most honorable of ways. It was a competition ever since Vasili was born, and Trystan did nothing but take and take and take. In the end, even Juliana, Vasili’s Juliana, Trystan took for herself. 

Juliana’s death had been incidental. The glitter wasn’t for her. But duty worked in mysterious ways, and in a haze Vasili awoke to find himself with the syringe at his beloved’s throat. He held Juliana as she died. Her eyes, once full of love and admiration for him, only held accusatory betrayal.

But her death was a gift, a promise. 

It was easy to frame Trystan. The death of Juliana Georgescu, a beloved Drakovian countess, at the hands of Princess Trystan? The same Princess Trystan who refused to keep herself in line, who neglected her duties? Not even their father’s favor could save her from something so scandalous as murdering Juliana.

Or so he thought. 

One pesky cult and Detective Rose had the king and queen recalling his sister back to Drakovia. The trial for Juliana’s death recommenced, and Vasili’s luck was starting to run out.

Nadja had failed in where Vasili needed her. In turn, he sliced Nadja’s throat open, stabbed her for good measure, and left her in Trystan’s room for the spoiled princess to find. But the work was sloppy, and the only thing that happened next was the start of an investigation by Trystan’s run-of-the-mill American detective. The crown wouldn’t even allow for a Drakovian’s death to be investigated by a Drakovian, no, it had to be Will Rose and his ragtag team, because Princess Trystan always got her way. 

Pfaugh! It made Vasili sick. 

He wanted to humiliate Trystan, wanted to take everything from her, wanted to make her bleed. In due time, he will, but as of now—

Vasili hid in the shadows of the opera box where he’d soon meet Sebastyan. Vasili steeled himself as he waited. This was different from the previous two—Juliana’s murder was a true crime of passion, a spur of the moment. Nadja’s took longer, but Vasili felt little sentiment for the lawyer that wasn’t disappointment. She was a means to an end, and since she failed once, at least her death could be used for something. 

The doors swung open and it was with bated breath that Vasili watched Sebastyan walk into the opera box. The younger walked up to the open balcony and leaned on the railing. It was always a habit of his, ever since they were children—Bas would take in the sight of the world below him before coming down and taking his seat. 

With Sebastyan’s back turned, Vasili quickly strode over to the other side of the opera box. He pressed Sebastyan’s body against the rail, holding his brother in place with his own weight and the metal and concrete. “I’m sorry, Bas,” said Vasili, just loud enough for Sebastyan to hear. 

“Vasili—”

Vasili cut Sebastyan off as he wrapped the garrote wire around his brother’s throat and strangled him with expert hands.

The wire dug into the exposed skin of Sebastyan’s neck and cut right through his carotid artery. Blood spurted from the wounds and it was with both agony and sick sense of satisfaction that Vasili strangled the younger. Sebastyan thrashed under him, but Vasili was stronger. He held Sebastyan in place and pulled—the wounds on his neck were deep, and Vasili was certain there was no going back now. It would be only a few minutes before Sebastyan would leave him forever. With quick hands, Vasili untangled the garrote wire from around Sebastyan’s neck, and turned the younger man around to face him.

Sebastyan stared back at him with a look not unlike Juliana’s all those years ago. The younger prince spasmed in his older brother’s hold as blood continued to flow down from the wounds on his throat. His white tux, almost always pristine and proper, was stained red by the blood. Holding Sebastyan flush against himself, Vasili pushed Sebastyan’s hair out of his eyes. 

“Shh, Bas, shh,” Vasili hushed, his voice soft in an attempt to soothe Sebastyan, much like he did when they were children. Sebastyan’s blood and spit spurted from his mouth, specks of it falling onto Vasili’s face. “This is for Drakovia. Drakovia will thank you, she will remember you. We will remember you.”

Vasili cupped Sebastyan’s face with a gloved hand and silently lamented the fact that he couldn’t feel his brother’s skin under tips of his fingers, that this had to be done with the blasted latex just to make sure Vasili wouldn’t leave too much of a traceable mark. He wanted to hold his little brother properly, wanted to let Sebastyan know that he was treasured and adored by the same person who spilled his blood out on an opera box floor. He wanted to let Sebastyan know that his death would mean something. 

Sebastyan let out a choked sound as Vasili pressed his fist against Sebastyan’s neck. The gloves were just thin enough to allow an indent of his signet ring. “I will see our plans to fruition, I promise. Drakovia loves you, and she will love you even more, sevenfold.” Vasili pulled his fist away and ran a thumb over the new indent on Sebastyan’s skin, one in the shape of the Drakovian royal crest. Drakovia’s — Vasili’s — mark. Vasili pressed a kiss on Sebastyan’s forehead. “I love you. I will love you, forever.”

Vasili watched as the last light left Sebastyan’s eyes. With a shaky breath, he shut Sebastyan’s eyes closed when the younger finally fell pliant in Vasili’s arms. Pure grief washed over Vasili as he held Sebastyan in a hug for what would be the final time. Then, he steadied himself, careful to not let his emotions get the better of him. The voice of his brother’s blood cried to him from the ground, from their bloodstained clothes, from Vasili’s gloves—there would be time for it later, when the prince’s death would be revealed to the rest of their kin.

For now, Vasili placed his brother’s body on one of the opera seats, wiped the blood off of Sebastyan’s mouth, and disappeared before Trystan could find him. 

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tags: @choicesficwriterscreations

#YES #excellent character study 😘🤌 #also the way he’s comforting Bas even as he kills him…petting his hair….leaving a mark on his neck…freaks!!! #(affectionate) #crimes of passion #vasili thorne

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Can I offer you a Nia doodle in this trying time?

#hottie!! #nia ellarious #blades of light and shadow

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choices Twitter is so funny. how do you see an ad that literally says “The Ghost of Us” and still guess every other book under the sun

#think people think!!!!!!

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Spot the difference: the new white MCs versus that dumbass who drinks his son’s blood to age backwards or whatever

#they all look soooo SICKLY #and so do the other faces as well but the white ones always look like they’ve got the worst iron deficiency known to man #need the old sprites back right now #playchoices

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saw a post about how someone cant understand how ppl r into Gaius bc they think he's ugly and like. okay well i havent read all of bloodbound yet (in fact my mc hast even met Gaius yet) but i can already tell that the point isnt his attractiveness or whatever. the point is that hes terrible and he drags everyone hes with down to his level. the point is how messy and fucked up and awful he and mc are to each other. they love each other the way two black holes in each other's orbit love each other, terrible and all consuming. its toxic and ugly and thats the point

its not always about how hot a guy is

#sometimes to be hot you have to be ugly #bloodbound #gaius augustine

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the comfort in a freak4freak friendship is knowing that you won't be judged for being a freak

#prev tags #nothing is stronger than the bond between two hater freaks 💪 LOL