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ndoandou · 3 days
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Fem arthur 2024
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My ipad broke zzz so back to my roots it is
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emryliz · 1 day
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The self-righteous king's second birthday. I suggest taking a photo to remember Will. Let each moment make our lives shine - "Listen to the voice of your heart, cherish everything, and create the ultimate love."
"Thank you for the experience I've had with you. I've always loved you, and I'll always love you."
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lichtluv · 13 hours
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.  . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆
𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯?
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𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦
𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
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↳ 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝.
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shatcey · 2 days
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I'm reading Licht's route now, and it would be so nice to finally hear his voice… but… By the time the voices are added, I'll probably be almost finished. Such a bad timing…
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asamioneechan · 23 hours
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I fell for you long time ago ❤️
I put my eyes on Clavis when I was reading Chevalier's route...then he became my other husband
...I have 4 husbands already... maybe 5 👀
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Happy Birthday, you sick fuck (affectionate) 🧸❤️
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oigimi · 2 days
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Ummmm hey so I’ve been charged $220 for some maintenance bullshit by my landlord so I’m opening commissions for art or writing. I can write OCs I can draw them I can ship them I can do anything you want I just need this T_T
DM me for details I really need this I’m so sorry I hate begging like this but I’m willing to draw and write for u all
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
MY HEART CAN'T TAKE IT
AFTER 4 FUCKING YEARS I'LL FINALLY GO TO CORSICA WITH HIM
HFDOPSUFHSD OPFUSDH FPWEH FOEUHF OEWUFHEO FHEAUO
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YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS MF LET'S FUCKING GOOOO
BTW I BOUGHT THE PREMIUM STORY
IT'S GOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
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RIGHT...
I'M GOOD. I'M GOOD. I'M OKAY. NOT SHOCKED AT ALL
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notyournanny · 13 hours
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He's just a silly handsome man what do you mean monster?? 🥺
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cloudcountry · 4 months
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SUMMARY: to blanc, you are the change he needed, and your pressing secret won't change that.
WARNINGS: mentions of mortality, blood. Vampire stuff.
COMMENTS: ok ok so @vivislosingitagain here is my thought process YOU like biting people and sucking their blood so YOU are a vampire. and HEY GUESS WHAT vampires are IMMORTAL kind of. and im pretty sure blanc is really fucking old so i think mortality angst would work great with him BUT WHAT IF HIS PARTNER WAS AS OLD AS HE WAS AND BIT HIM. that's the post.
also im so sorry if blanc is out of character i have seen this man three times in the routes ive played + the prologue oops.
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It’s a clear night. The stars are bright in the sky, just as they were hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Blanc doesn’t know if they’ll ever change, but he takes comfort in their consistency. They’re stationary, unmoving, unshifting, just like him. He’s always been in Cradle, long enough to see the shattering of bonds between the armies and the first Alice fall. He’s seen the skirmishes and the blood and the carnage.
And he’s seen you, the one who followed him into the rabbit hole and into Cradle.
He remembers thinking you were cute. He remembers Oliver scolding him for speaking his mind, and he remembers you tearing your eyes away from him, a shy smile on your lips. You’ve always been alluring, in a way he never anticipated, and it makes him wonder if someone from the Land of Reason can really be magical like the people of Cradle.
It’s no use though—he knows the passage of time will take you away. He knows love (what he feels for you, there’s no doubt about it) is a powerful force, but it cannot break the way the sun and moon rise and fall, it cannot stop the stars from dying light years away, it cannot stop your inevitable aging.
He knows this, and yet he can’t let go. He greets you in the morning with a soft pat on your head, leaning over your bed as you stretch and yawn. His gaze softens when you rub your eyes and look over at him, and you’re looking at him like he’s the only thing you ever want to see.
He’s so selfish—he wants so badly for you to only look at him.
For someone so keenly aware of how mortal you are, he knows he's being awfully flippant about it. It’s the folly of man, to be so foolish as to yearn, but there’s always the possibility that fate will take pity on his poor soul and listen to its cries for his love to stay.
And so, the next night, a night that should be no different from any other, he breaks his routine. He keeps you up late, chatting over tea as the full moon rises in the sky, asking you if you want to go home. He watches you as you go quiet, your previously bright smile fading into a thoughtful frown. You’re staring into your tea as if it can give you the answer, and Blanc hopes the tea will give you the same answer he would.
I wish you would stay. I wish you would stay with me. I wish you would think I’m worth it. I wish that if I had to be hurt then you would be the one to hurt me because I’ve never loved anyone like you and I doubt I ever will. I wish you would be the one to thrust this dagger into my heart so fate doesn’t have the chance.
“...I want to stay with you.” you say, and Blanc knows you’re hiding something from him but he can’t bring himself to ask when you already look so worried.
“Are you sure?” he asks, reaching across the table to place a hand on yours.
Your head jerks up and you meet his gaze with parted lips—almost like you want to tell him but are far too scared.
“You can tell me anything.” he stresses, squeezing your hand gently.
“I’m not...” you purse your lips, looking away again as you choose your words carefully, “I’m not having doubts about staying here, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
Blanc holds back his sigh of relief in favor of another inquisitive glance. Your brow furrows and he knows you feel his stare, your cute canines poking at your lower lip as you gnaw on it pensively.
“I have a secret I don’t think I’m ready to share yet.” you say softly, turning back to him, “I will someday. I just...need time.”
Blanc laughs, a sound that's full of relief and love and sounds like the wind chimes that hang in your no longer temporary bedroom’s window, the ones that have been there since you came and will be there when—if—you leave.
“Darling.” he breathes, staring straight into your eyes with so much love, “I have all the time in the world.”
The full moon sinks beneath the horizon and the sun comes up again. The teacups from the night before have been cleaned and placed back on their shelves, and the cake you two cut slices out of remains in the fridge. There are still traces of you within the house—your skincare is still in the bathroom, your toothbrush is next to his, and your chair still has a cushion of your favorite color. None of those things have been removed because you didn’t leave.
You’re still in your bedroom, sleeping soundly, but this time Blanc is there with you, his arms wrapped around you. His body is tangled with yours, your legs intertwining as the bed sheets knot themselves around your limbs. Your head is resting right over his heart, the part of him that’s pounding away for you. Gently, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and stares down at your sleeping face, the face that shows him all of your thoughts and emotions, the face that belongs to the person who loves him enough to stay.
He wakes you up with a kiss on your forehead, a kiss on the bridge of your nose, a kiss on your left eyelid and a kiss on your right, a kiss on your jaw—
He sighs when you start to stir, propping yourself up on your elbows. The bed sheets fall off your body like water cascading down the side of a cliff, and your bleary eyes have never looked more beautiful. He lays there, admiring you in the morning light as the wind chimes chime, the soft breeze from the cracked open window ruffling through your hair.
You shiver.
“Darling,” Blanc calls, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Good morning.”
You smile when you turn to look at him, and you allow yourself to fall back against the mattress next to him.
“Good morning.” you murmur, your nails tracing the curve of his cheekbone before tucking a strand of hair behind his ear, “You look so handsome.”
Ever the charmer, he’s rarely been charmed himself. And so he does the only thing he deems appropriate, and thanks you with a kiss on the back of your hand.
Weeks pass, and Blanc finds himself growing into this new routine. You're a sign of change, that he knows for sure. His own room remains vacant for the most part unless you decide to pull him into his room instead of your own when you’re ready for bed. It makes no difference to him where you go, only that he can follow you like the lovesick fool he is.
Except you’re not leading him to either of your bedrooms tonight.
You’re leading him outside, under the pale moonlight and into the chilly nighttime breeze. He looks up at the full moon and holds your hand a little tighter.
“Thank you for giving me time.” you say, the wind swelling as it passes between the two of you and further into the night, “I’m ready to tell you what I’ve been hiding from you now. It’s...not fair to keep it from you any longer.”
“I understand,” he smiles softly, cupping your cheek, “Go ahead.”
“I’m a vampire.” you say, and it takes his brain a few moments to catch up, “I’ve...found it hard to get blood in Cradle but since meeting with Kyle’s he’s managed to get me blood when I need it. I don’t like drinking from animals or people but it...has to be done for me to stay alive.”
Blanc’s brain is whirring as you spill your guts to him, your mouth moving faster and faster as you explain how despised vampires are in the Land of Reason, how people view them as monsters and how you’re certain you’re cursed.
Cursed. What a funny word to say to him.
“Is that why your canines are so sharp?” he blurts, leaning closer to your face.
You stop talking, bending backward just a bit at his sudden closeness.
“I—I’m sorry, what?” you ask, looking confused.
“Ah, well....I always thought they were cute.” he smiles kindly, brushing his thumb over your cheekbone.
“I...” you blink owlishly before shaking your head in disbelief, “Blanc, I just told you I’m a vampire.”
“Indeed you did.”
Your mouth falls open as if looking for the right words to say, and yet you come up with nothing.
“You can feed from me if you wish. I don’t want you to suffer any longer.” he offers like its the most natural thing in the world.
Still, you say nothing.
And then he murmurs your name, as soft as the flower petals brushing against your ankles.
“I don’t want to use you like that. I don’t want you to be a food source for me.” you grit your teeth, staring at the ground like you couldn’t be more ashamed, “I don’t want to be the monster the Land of Reason made me out to be.”
“You’re not. I give myself to you willingly, and I'll do it over and over again.” Blanc murmurs, hands slipping away from you.
It takes you a moment to realize he’s slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt, leaving his collarbone open to the nighttime breeze and your eyes.
“My love.” he opens his arms for you and his shirt slips off his shoulder, leaving his skin vulnerable—
“I give myself to you.”
And he pulls you into his chest, as he whispers words of love telling you that you can bite him, drink from him, take all that you need and that it will be okay because he’d give you everything if you asked for it, and that you changed his life for the better, you brought springtime’s flowers and winter’s shimmering ice and summer’s warm sunlight and autumn’s delicate, beautiful leaves to a life that was so repetitive and boring until you arrived—a life that belonged to the man you see before you but not anymore because its yours and it will always be yours.
Tears prick your eyes as you kiss his skin, worshiping each freckle and small scar you can reach. Your canines poke insistently at his skin and you ignore the urge for one, two, three, four, five seconds before your mouth opens and you bite down, hoping the small gasp that leaves his lips isn’t one of pain. You’re careful not to take too much but it tastes so good and who knew drinking from the one you loved could make you feel so happy and full.
Blanc looks up at the moon as you feed, happiness and adoration blurring his vision as he thinks about you, you who trusted him enough to bite him, to tell him who you were, you who stayed behind for him even though you could have left.
He stares up at the moon and sighs because he’s in love. He’s in love with you.
And after you’re done, after you pull away and lick the puncture marks to soothe them, after you press a dozen more kisses to his skin, Blanc still loves you. His blood is smeared around your mouth but he pulls you in anyway, kissing you with everything he has because you deserve nothing less than that.
And he loves you.
Over and over again, he loves you.
He doesn’t know how long he’ll be aging or how long you will have by his side, but he knows that if you will forever be his constant, he’ll come out okay in the end.
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ana-thedaydreamer · 4 months
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Happy Birthday our mansion maroron, Jean 🥳
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Here is Jean after almost got the kitchen exploded; everyone told him to go change before starting his birthday party 🥳😤
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memoria-99 · 1 month
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Ikemen Vampire: Guys before the plastic surgery
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emryliz · 1 day
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@vanilla-keki
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weird-cherry · 16 days
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"Welcome back, my beloved Cursed boys !"
DON'T REPOST, ONLY REBLOG
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shatcey · 1 day
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The villains wanna tease little robin (Vic/Will)
Jude/Ellis (normal) Elbie/Alfie (normal) Vic/Will (normal)
I found the first two chapters, the premium ending and the epilogue:
First of all… the beginning of both endings is very similar. And for a while I thought there was some kind of mistake. But they are not the same.
Kate said she didn't think they had told her everything. They mentioned that William used to pretend to be the Queen. If so, why did they need her this time? So, in her opinion, they knew that nothing bad would happen. And she didn't see Alfons, Albert, and Roger since yesterday. Victor was delighted with her logic.
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They went into the dining room and saw Alfons and Roger, with a woman sitting between them. For obvious reason, Kate decided that it was Her Majesty herself.
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But of course it was Elbert. Poor thing. He was assigned the most difficult job! Of the three, he is the only one with torn clothes… What exactly were these criminals trying to do to him?
So Victor and William spread rumors that there would be a double at the parade, but the real Queen would be elsewhere. While the three boys were catching criminals, Kate was just enjoying herself. Obviously, Victor his favorites.
The boys start demanding rewards (Alfons and Roger), and of course Victor and William agree.
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So… the reward is…
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William told Kate to wait with the others, but she refused
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Victor decided on the menu, and they distributed the responsibilities
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Moment of appreciation…
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I cannot… I seriously don't get it, how he manages to look perfect all the time? This is cheating! You are… red-eyed! I know, I know it's not a bad thing, but I can't came up with anything at all!!
Kate watched William peel an apple… And you wouldn't be surprised… He does it splendidly.
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While complimenting Kate
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Vic forgot about his cooking, and something started to burn. William pointed this out…
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Awwww!.. Such a cute family))) Mama Victor, Papa William, whoever she is Kate and a bunch of baby-boys))))
This is the first time I've heard that William can cook. He's perfect in everything, why am I even surprised at all?
At events there is always a feeling that William is very quiet. Perhaps next to Victor, anyone would look quiet… But it's still strange how different he feels on his route.
Yes, they didn't share any secrets, but their company is so cozy. They are indeed very good friends. Who can work, spend their free time, and even cook together…
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asamioneechan · 2 days
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Happy birthday William ❤️
We love you!!!
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