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mcnecter · 10 months
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"--OLD THINGS HAVE STRANGE HUNGERS."
independent, highly selective julia țepeș (née codrina) a vampire bride from bram stoker's dracula. based on my own headcanons with inspiration mainly drawn from the novel. side blog to wcstenra, also running another dracula blog: the doctor.
damned &. divine. a blog dedicated to a queen of the night discovering identity, to embracing the monster she was crafted to be. i am no mother - i am no bride - i am king. penned by anne.
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memcirs · 10 months
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"--I BURN'D &. ACHED FOR WINGS."
independent, highly selective eleanor van helsing, an oc from bram stoker's dracula. based on my own headcanons with inspiration mainly drawn from the novel. side blog to wcstenra, also running another dracula blog: the bride.
a scholar consumed by the need to discover, to dissect, to exterminate. a woman driven by blind faith, legacy, revenge. a blog dedicated to the daughter of the doctor, icarus burning &. falling towards the void. the sun was not meant for you, my love. penned by anne.
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wcstenra · 10 months
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" --DAWN WITH ARMS OF ROSES!"
independent, highly selective lucy westenra from bram stoker's dracula. based primarily on the novel + my own interpretations/headcanons. main blog, also running two dracula side blogs: the bride &. the doctor.
an heiress faces horrors beyond her imagination at first blossom of womanhood - kindness is courage, sweetness &. fragility armor in the face of doom. a blog dedicated to a queen of love and beauty exploring all facets of growing up, both magnificent and bloody. penned by anne.
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"It appears 'valentines Day' has dawned on this day, I wish you—all a Happy Valentines Day"
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Send in a '❤️' to ask "will you be my valentine", or "🌹" to gift him flowers or "🩸" to gift him your blood".
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rosetyler42 · 1 year
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My HT take on the "Consensual Workplace Relationship" meme that was going on a while back from a Discord RP as Ericka Van Helsing with friends. ((Ericka finds memes fun but doesn't always understand how they work. Plus she's very much an "I love my husband/family" dork so any reason to brag about them.))
@lovelylivelyv @broppyhater16 Reposting this here since that other guy was getting upset about it being on their post.
@that-obsessed-gay-girl @gothicthundra @twinklecupcake @neo-storm @thenerdynightprincess13 @animatedpixie @f-mhoteltransylvaniacomicseries @thesecreatoroftrans @ebevkisk @erickadracula @ericka-van-helsing @erickaanddraculasblog @ericka4ever @chica-chuu @drericka @drericka-prompts @drericka-is-lyfe-blog @drerickastan @elenadracula @transyivania @kittyball23 @sine-qua-noon @werewxlf0
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I love bat can I give you a hug bat Dracula my mom won't let me have a bat she is disgusted by them she say they give disses 😭😭😭
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"Well... Alright, but your mother is somewhat right still. Bats are absolutely not disgusting of course, they're a delight! But they may indeed carry diseases for humans. Which is why I, as a vampire, get to enjoy the affection bats have to offer in full, for I don't need to worry about such a thing.~ I'll let you give me a hug - if you're gentle, this shape is small and fragile - but be careful around bats that are not as sentient and fond of baths as I am."
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eeveeliciousrp · 2 years
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@count-v-dracula​ said to Gabriel Van Helsing:  “The real persuaders are our appetites, our fears, and, above all, our vanity.  The skillful propagandist stirs and coaches these internal persuaders.”
Since his turn Gabriel had started to feel his primal urges become stronger, feeling hunger more intensely and certain emotions as well. They had gotten stronger to the point, not of voices but in a way these feelings trying to persuade him to act on them increasingly more often. So he confronted his lover and maker for help and guidance on what was happening.
“So you felt these same things when you were brought back as a vampire?”
The young vampire felt relieved that it wasn’t just him. But knowing this alone wasn’t enough to help.
“How do I silence these persuaders? I’m afraid to go out hunting alone, these past few nights I wanted to drain a dozen people because I felt like I was starving despite having already fed. Is it just my mind fooling me or is our hunger just that strong?”
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“A thousand years. I have seen so much change that time. There was a time when the air was clean, and nights were quiet. These days, it seems like everything’s gone downhill, and people don’t realize just how much it affects them. Even their blood is soiled these days. I should know.”
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jeandejard3n · 1 month
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Arrival of the Vampires
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saturdaymorningmuses · 8 months
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"I have spent a lot of my undeath trying to take control of the world. But times have changed, and I have found that I don't need to be the "Dark Lord" or the "Prince of Darkness." These days, there's one title that means more to me than any other..."
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"Father."
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vampiricgirlboss · 9 months
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𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩 :
out of the coffin * .   ✦ . ˚ (ooc)
I'm not just gonna sit around here and deteriorate * .   ✦ . ˚ (self promo)
Better Tombs and Gardens * .   ✦ . ˚ (promo)
Bundles for Transylvania * .   ✦ . ˚ (asks)
like a stake through my dead black heart * .   ✦ . ˚ (musings)
the kind of place I'd like to be found dead in * .   ✦ . ˚ (starter)
the cobweb in my brains * .   ✦ . ˚ (writing)
a warm exotic flamboyance * .   ✦ . ˚ (aesthetic)
a groovy chick * .   ✦ . ˚ (image)
Dracula's daughter * .   ✦ . ˚ (faceclaims)
disco vampire * .   ✦ . ˚ (music)
just a regular gal * .   ✦ . ˚ (the Countess herself)
just an average American family * .   ✦ . ˚ (dynamics)
a simple country boy straight from the dirt * .   ✦ . ˚ (Herman)
her father the Count * .   ✦ . ˚ (Grandpa)
I love her so much * .   ✦ . ˚ (Marilyn)
your little pointed ears * .   ✦ . ˚ (Eddie)
my dear brother * .   ✦ . ˚ (Lester)
you know I never drink wine * .   ✦ . ˚ (headcanons)
a man who makes my blood run cold * .   ✦ . ˚ (Lily & Herman)
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distorted59 · 5 months
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please elaborate on the dracula monster rp you mentioned in your kirk headcanons…PLEASE!!
YES OMG!!!! THANK YOU SM FOR ASKING THIS!!!!
this idea has been FEEDING my vampire kirk brain rot so well, esp those fanarts on insta👹👹 really check out @ fuzzsux on insta CAUSE THE ART IS SO GOOD!!!
anyways..... HERE'S MY IDEA FOR IT (any era works tbh)
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Bite me please
summary: Kirk wants to play dracula and he wants you to play his bride...
pairing: '93!kirk x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw/smut, biting, roleplay, use of safe words,
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A/N: i was debating wether to make this really kinky or nah.
you'd always known Kirk's favorite monster were vampires. especially Dracula and it's whole story arc. he's a hopeless romantic with a dark kinky side. which you don't mind at all, of course.
he loves the idea of him being a powerful, mind infiltrating, seductive, blood sucking creature. who would stalk you, love you, claim you, and mark you as his bride.
it would start with him biting your neck for fun, not real harshly or anything. just some playful bites. and you seem to like them. he would get all excited and wanted to ask you right away, because this has been on his mind for a while now.
but, he still sorta backs out. you see he wants to ask you something, so you do it first.
"baby? what's wrong?" you slide your hand over his back. "Something on your mind?"
"yeah, actually." he has a wide smile on his face, which slowly turns into a smirk. "would you be interested in... uhh... roleplay?"
your eyes widen a bit and your breath hitches. you have a puzzled look on your face and let out a short giggle.
"what'd you have in mind?" you grin back.
"what do you think?" he leans down and bites your neck again, harder this time.
"do you want to drain me from my blood, Count Dracula?" you say in a bad, sensual transylvanian accent.
"oh..." Kirk groans and lets out a breathy chuckle against your neck. "i'd like to drain you from something else too."
you moan softly as he places more sloppy kisses on your neck, going up to your jaw and eventually kisses your lips.
"i'll take that as a yes, hm?" his eyes show a dark gaze, you can see the passion and lust in them.
"yes."
⋆♱✮☽🦇☽✮♰⋆
you're walking around the house, wearing some leathery outfit. which Kirk had picked out for you. along with a tight, blood red corset that is hugging your figure.
"so much for classic." you mumble to yourself. the house is dark and to be honest, you feel a little.... scared.
you don't know if it's the excitement bubbling in your lower belly or the actual thought of being haunted by your boyfriend...
"Kirk?" you call out faintly, looking around for him. "are you gonna jump out and attack me or something?" you say jokingly.
"that all depends, my love." Kirk's dark voice whispers to you, you can feel his breath against your neck.
you turn around and he immediately grabs you and slams you against the wall. he starts kissing your neck and leaving a few bites here and there. he moves down and starts biting on your collarbone, he looks up at you through his eyelashes.
he's wearing a ruffled blouse and a pair of black dress pants you've never seen him wear before. His chest glistens through the low cut shirt, a few faint love bites visible.
"color?" he whispers.
"green..." you breathe out.
"I'm going to drain you and make you mine." he growls. then, he drags you by your arm and pulls you into your shared bedroom. he pushes you on the bed and you scramble back against the headboard.
"w-what are you going to do to me?" you try to sound scared and get into your role as the 'victim'.
"look at you, scared little thing." he tuts and crawls over to you. "you're going to be my bride." his eyes shine with passion and power. you actually feel thrilled.
"are you going to hurt me?" you look into his eyes.
"just for a bit, darling." he tugs on the laces of your corset. "i'll make you think of something else."
Kirk nuzzles his face in your neck and drags his nose slowly down your collar bone and towards your breasts.
"you smell so fucking good." he groans.
you can only respond with a moan and your hands make way through his hair.
"hmm, are you ready, my love?" he kisses your jaw.
"please." you nod.
he pulls down your pants along with your panties and he's taking his sweet time with it too. he grins teasingly at you and slowly slides his hands up your legs and thighs.
"Kirk..." you whine.
"gonna mark you, my love"
he pulls down his pants and boxers and pumps his throbbing cock slowly, he slides it between your pussy lips and the both of you moan and shiver with pleasure.
"you're already wet enough for me, love." he decides to pull back and slide his fingers inside of your dripping cunt first. "and i didn't even really touch you yet..."
"k-kirk!" you moan as he stretches you out by adding a second finger. he curls them up and you gasp, letting your head fall back.
"there, all ready for me." he groans and lines himself up with your cunt.
he slides in and starts biting your neck harshly, you let out a moan that's mixed with pain and pleasure. you're positive you'll have a bruised neck with bite marks in the morning.
normally he's quite the one to talk, but he's too busy fucking and sinking his teeth into you. too pussy drunk to function.
Kirk's hips slam against yours, his moans muffled by your skin as yours are the only ones that fills the room. your whines drive him insane and he bites you harder.
"color?" he growls, his sweet intention gives you butterflies. but his cock pumping into you make them flutter away.
"nghh- gr-green!" the biting hurts but you like it. you swear if he keeps going, he might draw blood.
he bites different spots and sucks on them too, it drives you fucking insane and pushes you over the edge.
he keeps up a steady rhythm and feels you squeeze around him, he stops biting you and kisses you passionately.
"are you going to cum?" he grins, his lips red from marking you up.
you nod as tears stream down your face, the pleasure becoming too much for you.
"cum for me, my love."
you moan his name as your orgasm washes over you, Kirk keeps pumping into you like a wild dog in rut. he moans and grits his teeth, needing to bite on something.
"use me, bite me." you whine.
he bites down on the other side of your neck and cums inside of you, you can feel it shooting up inside you and he twitches like crazy.
he lets go of your neck and falls on top of you. he takes a few breaths and rolls over on his back, pulling you on top of him.
the two of you lay in each others arms and try to calm down.
"that was fucking amazing." he breathes out. "i love you so much, baby." he kisses your temple.
"was.. so good.." you murmur, feeling absolutely exhausted.
"it was." he grins.
he slides his fingers over the bite marks carefully, and smirks proudly.
you feel yourself drifting off, feeling safe in the arms of your monster-loving boyfriend.
"i want to really taste you next time."
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popsicle-stick · 1 year
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I don't know anything about England but I'm interested in how the characters' locations inform their characters like Seward's. I'd like to know more about the implications of being from Purfleet/Essex for example (Though iirc Stoker immigrated from Dublin well into adulthood so I don't know how well he knew all the cities.)
there's so much to be said! i really don't think that stoker meant much intentionally, but the placement of the asylum in purfleet specifically is interesting.
long post so i'm cutting this!
the asylum at purfleet, essex, is an example of the common 19th-early 20th century phenomenon of establishing psychiactric hospitals in the rural counties surrounding london - simultaneously serving as a 'tranquil' location away from the city, while also serving the dubious, cruel purpose of squirelling away would-be patients into residences away from the city - out of society, out of sight, out of mind.
in terms of jack seward himself, purfleet is a kind of an in-between, nothing place - things and people pass through, not much stays. (there's a reason why whitby is remembered as 'the dracula place', and not purfleet.) it's quite literally on the edge of london - of society - and in that scene where jack's looking despondently towards the sun setting west over london, his own isolation becomes palpable - from society and from the world as a whole. the endless, transient, liminal feel of the essex saltmarshes just....gives the vibe. this was a scene that felt particularly gothic to me - jack is the custodian of his very own haunted house, here, in all its bleak, isolated glory.
It was a shock to me to turn from the wonderful smoky beauty of a sunset over London, with its lurid lights and inky shadows and all the marvellous tints that come on foul clouds even as on foul water, and to realise all the grim sternness of my own cold stone building, with its wealth of breathing misery, and my own desolate heart to endure it all.
this is an fascinating parallel with the count's situation in transylvania, which is NOT the topic du jour here so i'll stop before i ramble but compelling nonetheless! like the count, though, he's a liminal figure - in london, but not quite in london. in the group, but not in the group. alive, but not really living. wide awake in the witching hour, unsure how to re-integrate with society.
it's also worth noting that the opening of dickens' great expectations has pip in his childhood home on the kent marshes - which would pretty much be the opposite bank of the thames from purfleet. in great expectations, pip's village serves a similar role - the quiet, bleak, nowhere-place directly placed against the bustling cosmopolis of london.
in terms of other characters and locations, i've written a bit before about jonathan (and mina possibly) hailing from exeter, devon, in the south west of england - which is much further from london.
jonathan and mina, in terms of the group dynamics, are outsiders: they're very much lower middle class, hyper-aware of the importance of money and societal etiquette as a means for survival and social betterment. this is a personal hc of mine, but i like to think of jonathan as having the long supressed remnants of a devon accent. south west accents are often the subject of a lot of ridicule and mockery in the UK (akin to a southern US accent) and hiding that regionalism, in both the 1890s and today's britain, would be a means of survival and progress for him - i think the fact that he's always given a standard home counties RP accent in adaptations cuts out a major aspect of his character. he's a devon boy!
in contrast to all this, lucy's hampstead residence shows her affluence. it, too, at risk of breaking my social isolation metaphor, was on the edge of london at the time - but was known more as a wealthy suburb with huge areas of greenery at hampstead heath and highgate. there's something to be said, though, about a place like highgate cemetery - a liminal place between the dead and the living, between city and country, haunted at night by a vampire - and the same could be said for purfleet.
arthur is hard to pin down - for the life of me i CANNOT work out where 'ring' is supposed to be - at first i thought it might be a shortening for ringwood, hampshire, which could work! but i just don't know. his character does scream privileged southern/home counties though, and if anyone has any followups on 'ring' and its wherabouts i would LOVE to know because this has been bugging me for ages. lmao
tl;dr, psychology and sociology as informed by place is SO fucking fascinating to me like it just. it affects so much. from the liminality of certain places lending themselves to the supernatural, to characters being mirrored by their surroundings and vice versa, to the social implications of where you call home. it's just!!! interesting!!
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smashinghalloween · 8 months
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𝕭𝖔𝖎𝖑𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕲𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖌𝖊 . . .
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A familiar chill is sweeping through the Smash Mansion-- with it a cacophony of ghoulish giggling echoing along every hall. The source of the frightful uproar were hoards of ghastly ghosts. This year they weren't simply here to deliver a message. Residents and visitors alike would find themselves plagued by the nightmarish apparitions as they delivered merely a taste of the horrors they would soon experience in the town of Halloween...
No wall or door was a barrier to the haunting ghouls and everyone would find themselves personally accosted by a gruesome spectre and left with an invitation in their posession. The envelope resembled the iconic Smash Invite, except the paper was more withered and the symbol upon the orange seal bore a glowing jack-o-lantern.
The invite was a request for your presence by the one and only Pumpkin King himself. Included was a torn map of both Halloween Town and the renowned Hotel Transylvania. It contained directions on how to reach the hotel via the connecting graveyards for your stay, including a booking and room number with a signature by Count Dracula himself.
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        EVENT DETAILS:
This special Halloween event is for the Smash / General Nintendo community! If your muse chooses to attend, they will transform into a Halloween creature upon arrival to Halloween Town ( like Kingdom Hearts ). It’s up to you what sort of Halloween entity your muse will become! Of course, if your muse is already scary, they needn’t change. Duplicate muses are welcome!
You may find non-mutuals participating in the event, you are not required to interact with everyone, but please be respectful and open to everyone.
You don’t have to be following this blog, but it makes life easier since all updates will be posted here. Jack Skellington and Count Dracula will be the main hosts of this event.
Your muses will be staying at Hotel Transylvania during the event, which Count Dracula runs. He is an old friend of Jack. The graveyards at each location offer a quick portal to and fro.
I wanna stress that this event is open to everyone in the RPC. Smash is about celebrating crossovers and Sora being in Smash makes everything canon. Don’t be afraid to get involved! Canon characters, OCs or otherwise, you’re all welcome to have some spooky fun in Halloween Town!
It will take place the throughout all of October with special events, ect every week. This means everyone gets a chance to take part, but you’re not locked into the event, you can RP outside of it normally of course! Your muses will be helping Jack and the rest of the town make Halloween happen! They will also get to experience many different activities such as pumpkin carving and finding a prize through a haunted maze. Parties will also take place at the Hotel and live music events. Again, the community tag for this event will be: ‘#event: spooky smashing fun’
The events aren’t time sensitive and can overlap, so don’t worry if a new one starts and you’re still having fun with another one. For example, your muse can carry on pumpkin carving, while a masquerade party is also happening. You can take part in as many or as few events as you like. The point is to have some Halloween fun all through October! Even when the event ends, you're free to continue threads.
Please reblog this promotion post if you’re interested / your muse is joining the fun! It helps gauge interest. Please feel free to join the Smash/Nintendo RPC Discord server for more discussion and to share your ideas for this event, meet other participants and more! https://discord.gg/SETxJyv
Needless to say, anti-LGBTQ+, TERFs, MAPs, incest shippers/supporters, racists, exclusionists, ect are not welcome to participate in this event.
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Send a "🦇" to have him bite you
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Entry 1.
Sometimes as a writer there are manic moments where things just...make themselves known. This is one of them...so a journal entry from an iteration of Helsing resurrected and stuck in a castle with Dracula. I write things in fits in early morning hours and it's based loosely on an RP with my incredible partner @thatdoodlebug. Might do subsequent ones if my writing demons inflict more...we'll see...
The candlelight is flickering as I sit here. To be honest, I do not know if this will clear either my head or the conscience screaming at me but I could not just let my mind hold so much that it feels as if I am going to go stark raving mad or come down with a headache from which I may never recover.  Let no one but me see these words and know of my weaknesses herein. I cannot express nor do I think I can hide the darkness that festers in the darkest and deepest recesses of my soul. And I truly wonder if I am, myself, beyond forgiveness.  There is no easy way to admit or to even write this without wanting to throw myself from the topmost window of this cursed castle that I find myself in once again. The why is not important only the truth which shames me even now.  I want him. Desire him, even. The fiendish host in this castle. The devil that stalks at night. The known pestilence of this accursed country. Count Dracula. I cannot keep from tensing even writing this as if any mention of him will bring him to this room for another conversation that I want to avoid. We are stuck here in this castle, in this place and neither of us can escape but I do not need him to know these truths.  That I see him and wonder what it might be like to succumb to baser desires. He is interested only in my blood. Fleshly pleasures are nothing he’d want. But I do. And that’s so much worse that I am having a crisis over such a thing and with a vampire no less. Where have my scruples gone? Have I had any to truly speak of? I do not know but what I do know is that I must cleanse myself of these desires. And if this journal that I will never let another soul see is the only way then that is how it shall be. Mayhaps at the end of all of it, getting it out like poison from a wound will stop the dreams, the wants, the shame that fills me. And then I can be free of all of it. And in that moment I will lay these blasphemies to rest in the flames of a fire where they belong.  Someone look after me and my soul in this accursed place because I know that no one else is least of all the creeping lord of the manor who has all but assured me that he will finish what we started if it is the last thing he does. And perhaps he will. At the moment, I just want to be able to converse and even argue without getting distracted by his mouth or his sculpted cheeks or…  …you see  my predicament do you not? When all my focus is on his features and not the situation. And I wonder what he might look like splayed on silken sheets; black or red would frame his pale skin perfectly and…  No, no! I cannot have these sorts of thoughts. What sort of man am I to be feeling as I do?!  I wish I could lay the blame at his door and I could convince myself of it I am sure but it would not be the truth in the end. He is merely the most appealing to that part of me; the desires that burn in the dark of night would find a figure of focus in one as deviant as he. Sometimes I wonder if he wasn’t molded from my deepest desires. And that is a troubling thought but one that I cannot fully take responsibility for if he has been a blight for longer than my own life. But it does make me wonder… And it is that curiosity that is no doubt going to be my downfall…but no one but  me and these lines will ever know the truth of it…and that may be the only mercy allotted at this time.  I think I hear him…so for now I will go and try to make small talk and ignore all else afflicting me like the worst sort of fever. Hopefully, he takes it as me still being uncomfortable in his presence… If he only knew…
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