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I'm a very humble man except for two thinks which are: my writing and my oral skills . Sorry

I love dropping subtle hints that I want to eat someone out such as saying 'I'm really good at giving head' and 'I would eat you out if you wanted'. do you think they've caught on yet

Innsane! asylum! Tiktok dot gif

Ig this is why they never put Ryan and Oliver on press shit because actually what the fuck. Pointed 'go ahead, BUDDIE' ur so fucking sick for that

I really want to know what #Ryanauzman and #oliverstark were whispering about! #rescueverse #buddie

I cannot reasonably rewrite my fondly named loumand fic to be noncon but I have plenty of noncon loumand ideas.... ough. Should we . Should we do a fun little powerplay with RashidMand and DanLou.... can anyone hear me

Why am I just discovering rapril at all hello? Hello? I'm already writing a Devil's Minion Drugging that'll fit day 20's prompt but ou my god. I need to fucking delve into this hello? Hello? I feel like I'm going insane

opening this app for the first time in a while to say RApril starts TOMORROW. in case you want to join. (optional rape prompts, can be done as any fandom, no barrier to entry) archiveofourown.org/collections/... loumand.com/rapril.png

Ughhh. Kicks a really big rock. I thought today was Sunday because I always get my weekends mixed up..........

I started writing this with the last season and have picked it up again getting back into IWTV. I love writing guilt and self loathing and also dissociative disorders. This truly is so special to me though

What he knows are the facts, hard and immutable: His existence is a scourge and a virus all the same, the effects of it bled into those that he has yet to meet and perhaps never will. He has phased in and out of hundreds of different personas in his time, and he's not sure if one of them has ever truly fit. Armand tells the tales of himself to others, the tumbled and polished fractals of himself pieced haphazardly together to build the thing he is now, but does he understand anymore what any of it means? What it entails he is more than familiar with, what it's made of is ingrained into him, body and mind, but what's come of it is nebulous, ever-shifting.

Even now, with some five-hundred years beneath him, atop him, inside him; buried into the very marrow of him like the fangs that had made him, Armand is tired. He has watched everything he touches be destroyed in the wake of his loneliness. Everything he's loved. He wonders how someone is supposed to reconcile with that without thinking eventually that it must be his fault. ^^Their^^ fault. Arun, Amadeo, Armand. My love, ma cheri, maitre. Monster, boy, gremlin. Ghost that haunts, ghost that observes. Armand, whoever he is, is ephemeral. The foundations on which he'd built himself up are illusory. The meticulous work is hidden plaster and cardstock, chipping paint and centuries old wood splintering beneath him. It struggles to maintain the image he's created, heavier than anything he's ever known except for the loneliness. They might be one in the same for all he knows. He's never had anything to compare it to, never known anything different. He finds himself wondering, when he can stomach the pain of the potentials, what might have changed.

This absence is so familiar by now that Armand cannot live without it. He doesn't know who he would be if he weren't so achingly empty, and he hardly knows who he is ^^with^^ it. Wanting for something else is selfish, and not in the acceptable and palatable way most things with a mind are, and still he wants to escape it, has tried desperately to outrun it for as long as he can remember- far back enough that the memories there have started to blur like tulle blinders had covered his eyes and his very consciousness, warping everything around him. ___, Arun, Amadeo, Armand. The thoughts often end there. Abruptly, violently. For the better, he thinks whilst existing somewhere outside himself and no longer in control of his body. ^^His body. How strange a notion. Had it ever been?^^ Every move he's made has been to alleviate the bitter ache of his inherent unworthiness.

It's like patching up a bursting dam with plaster, and he knows it. He's watched himself bring destruction to everything he's laid his hands on, laid the claim of his heart upon. His tender, rusted ribs are like teeth, splintering around that emptiness. He knows it's like a mouth because of the way it devours both him and everything in his path‐ is he somehow orbiting it, this collapsing star of himself, or has he already been consumed? Amber eyes glaze over as he considers this. The ground beneath him is hard. The thinning fat deposits of his behind, depleting slowly in his starvation, have gone numb, tingling with the discomfort of something like a pinched nerve. He doesn't know how long he's been sat here, nor does he know where here is. Feeling in the way of touch is the only sense that registers in any capacity- there is pain, all throughout him. He exists outside his body again and yet he still feels it. Hunger makes itself known, the niggling behind his ribcage, worming beneath his sternum. Fatigue, ever present, presses at any which side of his skull, feels like it's cleaving it in half whilst simultaneously pulling his eyes from their orbital sockets, both squeezing them too tightly and growing too spacious around them.

The fatigue isn't physical alone. Armand is tired. He doesn't know how to reconcile with being the very definition of violence and mistrust, of monstrous and sickness, of all things vile and unholy. Split his wrists, swipe his wet tongue over the sluggishly bleeding wounds. The old rituals have provided no comfort thus far. ^^They wouldn't,^^ he reasons with the mirror image of himself that exists in his mind, different in its own abstract way, or perhaps it reasons with him. It's too difficult to think on it, and so he does not dwell. ^^What, with the way you've been depriving us.^^

Poasting this here too bc I'm thinking deeply of Armand today

I WILL SEE YOU THERE /disrespectfully

Bring a toy I'll rig a strap and fuck you in the club bathroom ‼️

I'm going to a drag show tomorrow night in Kent Ohio I am doxxing myself as being in Kent Ohio Tomorrow does anyone want to come. Touch my boubs

Someone got me some Peef Jerry today let's see how it goes ok 👍🏼

They're killing me for singing opera very poorly on snapchat videos. Well why would you give me your snap if you didn't want that

OUUUUUGH

Hello everyone on bsky what if we thought about Claudia IWTV while we listened to florence + the machine landscape demo. And we all cried

A little mild #bodyhorror with a #JayVik fusion~✨🌌🟣
#Arcane #ArcaneS2 #Arcanefanart #Jayvikfanart

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i think that there may even be some part of Jayce that's almost used to this predatory, possessive behavior and all the subtly insidious form it might take. He'd long since thought of his body as a means to an end, struggled to see himself as a person and not an object of sexual-

The thing is I am also excited about that I had to take screenshots of the loustat finger sucking scene because what am I if not the Fingers In His Mouth guy

Mind u he was in the right state of mind to be questioning bc he had JUST asked Les 'how do you do that' about the telepathy. He wanted that blond french freak's giant weiner too bad to care

Loustat kissing around Lily's unconscious body is so funny to me like why did Louis not give a fuck. So excited from Lestat's thumb in his mouth and the idea of getting more in him he forgot their third. Didn't even question what happened to her.

Shit I have no business doing either like. HVAC.

When I get mad at my coworkers or my job in general I apply to new jobs on the buildings wifi to spite them

Had some time for the most wonderful loumand rp last night too and OUGH my god their fucking Louis.... well. Okay it was Arun and not Armand but Louis didn't know that. Omg . Whoever you are I love u

Take my hand and look in the beautiful My Mind of images of the good moments between Louis and Armand. And also the bad ones I suppose because are they not often one in the same with these guys

who wants to think about loumand with me