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Dear secret diary that is public,
I'm the Vampire Ascendant - there's nothing I can't do.

I'm the Vampire Ascendant - there's nothing I can't do.

No therapy can fix this.

Pain.
Suffering.
Death.
Do as I SAY, not as I DO!

You may make it hard, but do you make it drip?

I have serious meta problems.
Build a soul that feels real enough to defend

First, apologies for existing within humanity.
do you even hear yourself
no one hates the sun
we all love the sun
hail the sun
omg i can feel the happiness being produced in mah brain
The power to soothe the darkness within his soul

cryptic emotional depth.
You're going to sit nicely in my lap, perhaps naked, as I give orders to our nocturnal horde from my palace throne.

HIER KÖNNTE IHRE WERBUNG STEHEN!
THE PROBLEM IS EARTH!!!

ł Ø₦ⱠɎ ₥₳ĐɆ ₮Ⱨł₴ ₩Ɇ฿₴ł₮Ɇ ₮Ø ₮Ɇ₴₮ ⱧØ₩ ⱧØⱤⱤł฿ⱠɆ ł ₵₳₦ ₵Ø₥฿ł₦Ɇ ₳₦Đ ₮ⱧⱤØ₩ ₵ØⱠØⱤ₴ ₮Ø₲Ɇ₮ⱧɆⱤ.
send help.
1. Discipline
2. Integrity
3. Faith / Principle
4. Mercy / Care
5. Depth over superficiality
6. Empathy and responsibility
I know you touching me,
but are you feeling me?
𝕲𝕽𝖗𝕬𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖈 𝕯𝖊𝕾𝖎𝖎𝕲𝖓
𝖎𝖎𝖅 𝖒𝕬𝖍 𝖕𝕬𝖘𝕾𝖎𝖎𝕺𝖓
HOT GURL SUMMER

Believe me when I say it was for the best. The pain from the hunger alone - there's nothing like it.
That is for me and my darling to share.

I had a chance to live forever in the sun. To be free of the hunger that wracks me day and night.
hotto girl summer hotto girl summer

Listen ...
Ǝ̸͕͓͔͚̓̿̇̆̐̒̑T̸̫̎̆̀͑̂̇̋̿͝͠Ą̸̟͕͎̝̩̒̀̇̏̂̓̐̉̚ᗡ̶̧̹̻͕͖͚̩̆̽̍̀̈́͐͜͝ͅꟼ̶̢̛̠͈̫̣̘̈́͊̈Ŭ̷̡̝͈̬̣̭̗͇͔̯̅̿̆U̴̢̻̼̺̞̘͇̔P̴̡̗̝͚͓̪̲͍̈́̏͋̈̔͆D̵̡̞͉̯͉̗̤͚̎͌͗̎̉́̿̀A̴̠͎̗͜͝T̴̹̗̗̭̼̤͋̉͒̿̆̔̔͂Ē̷̖̣̠͎̜̠͉̘̝̈͊̓̋̓͆͌̚
your game.

Because the music is fresh,
so darn funky
The highs are crisp
and the bass is chunky
And the final ingredient,
the movement of the feet
A complete street meet,
a funky fresh treat
The jam is halfway through,
you sit down for a while
A young lady approaches
with a very big smile

CAN YOU FEEL IT?
i wasted so much money

Pain. Always pain.
Thanks to you, I smile a little more, laugh a little harder, and cry a little less. I am so lucky to have you in my life. I don’t know where I would be without you.
Each day with you is a wonderful addition to my life's journey. I can't wait for forever together.
You are the perfect game for me. My everything. I love you. It only took one look for me to know we belong together. I'm so happy you're mine, sweetheart.

I'm so tired.
How do people do this all day?

You pay with ENTHUSIASM

On my way to ascend even more.


Once again, Fang giving it a name.
Michael Prophet - Love and Unity
--> Scientist - Your Teeth In My Neck
Have you ever thought about that? Of course not, you only thonk about yourself.
I wanna thank the universe for the cherry contribution.
in me there is a fight
i fight it through the whole night
but in the end i know its allright
if i grab dat neck and take a bite
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Within me burns a shadowed fight,
It haunts me through the endless night.
Yet I succumb—it feels so right,
To claim your neck and take a bite.
My name ith Athtarion.
I'm a magithrate in Baldurth Gate.
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Important contribution by Fang.
My mod was in a Tiktok video.
So I'm famous now.
Now that I'm famous and cool, all my old friends are dead to me.
Have you ever forgotten which pictures/edits online are your own?
I have.

On this blog we build an altar for Alex and Khane.
What would we be without you?
Dockstarion finally got the attention he deserved.

You don't have to explain your feelings the second you feel them.



He takes another slow drag, holding the smoke deep in his lungs, before exhaling in a languid stream, his parted lips drawing Garak's gaze like a moth to a flame. He arches a perfectly plucked eyebrow at Garak, awaiting his response.
The dance might be over, but Astarion's performance isn't.
Every movement, every word carefully calculated to entice and intrigue. Yet behind that polished facade, there's a weariness, a sadness that hints at a life not entirely of his own choosing.
Despite it all, Astarion remains unapologetically himself, proud and defiant in the face of his circumstances.
His pride is a shield, his beauty a weapon, and he wields both with deadly precision.
As he takes another drag from his cigarette, he can't help but wonder what makes this particular stranger think he has anything worth saying to him. He'll listen, but make no mistake—it's a favor, not a right.

