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I am a creature of two worlds, both governed by blood. | #MC/Parody/OC — Unfiltered — Retired Surgeon — Lycan |

Joined July 2024
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“Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man’s face. It cannot be concealed.” — OC|MC /•/ Mr William Rochester. — Retired Surgeon. — Unfiltered. — Dark Themes/Trigger Warnings.
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Intend to finish my reply soon. Been a while.
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The only way @PansyWithPoise will stop misbehaving.
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Be back with proper replies soon.
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Ft. @PansyWithPoise. Rip-rip-ripping.
Come undone under my caring hands...
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Be right back. Reply not done.
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The Flashback — The Anatomy of a Shroud: The sharp, rhythmic scratch-scratch-scratch of charcoal against the heavy cotton paper echoed through the dimly lit chateau. Victor’s long, inked blackened fingers pressed hard into the graphite, tracing the heavy shadow beneath a —
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“The boundaries dividing art from execution are at best shadowy and vague. When I carve my sins into the flesh, they stay entombed forever.” — OC /•/ Victor-Amédée Collet. — Cold, Obsessive, & Unfiltered. — Dark Themes/Heavy Trigger Warnings.
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Mr Rochester retweeted
Replying to @SinsAtMyBack
@SinsAtMyBack He took from my body, my heart, my soul. In return he gave himself to me the only way he knew how: with bruising hands, passionate kisses, and hard thrusts. His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner.
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And she lingers. In the quiet moments and in between.
Even when I’m alone, I feel @SinsAtMyBack near. 𝘙𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. Not because I imagine him standing in corners like some tragic gothic heroine’s fantasy. Merlin forbid. I’m far too sensible for that. At least that’s what I tell people when they insist on -
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Good afternoon.
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Such a willing little thing, the way you dissolve. . . all that feminine heat under my spell.
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