You'll outlive this person, it's a given. Their lifespan compared to yours is but a speck, an ant in the eyes of a god. You're immortal - or, at least, extremely long-lived - and they're doomed to die. Yet, somehow, you've begun to love them. Will you nip this in the bud and try to cut things out from the root...or will you let yourself be set up for inevitable loss?
how to play;
- Comment with your character and your preferences (ie, m/f, no smut, etc). Also, be sure to include what part your character will play, otherwise you become nearly impossible to tag.
- Reply to others.
- Use my prompts or make up your own.
prompts;
- unspoken: There's something between you that is more than platonic, and you both understand it though you've never discussed it.
- pursuit: Someone admits their feelings; an attempt at courtship may begin, though what qualifies as "courtship" or "dating" may differ between the two of you.
- push them away: You, the immortal, know you'll only watch the mortal die and no matter how you view them, you want them to look for someone better. So you'll try to drive them away from you.
- inexperienced experience: Despite your many, many, many years, you actually have no experience in romance...or in sex.
- unique show of affection: When you've been on this earth as long as you have, you may have ways to show your love that are beyond the norm.
- actually forbidden: Your long-lived race is forbidden from romantically fraternizing with the ones
- accept it: Damn all the consequences, you both know the risks. You want to be together.
- lovemaking: The obligatory smut option. Is it as you'd expect, or do your differences raise their heads here, too?
- differences: Speaking of differences, your cultures and your experiences sometimes clash. Do you work through them and learn from it or does one of you get frustrated?
- condescending: Despite your years, it's important to remember to not be patronizing to your partner.
- make the most: You only have a limited time together. Make every moment count.
- baby mine: The two of you have an offspring. Who do they take more after...and will they have their immortal parent's traits?
- come and go: A partner who has lived for centuries or longer may find themselves drifting away or finding they need to keep traveling as they always have, but they know there's always one place and one person they can return to.
- i watched you change: You can only watch them grow older and weaker. They may doubt your love now that they are not as young or beautiful as they once were. There is no need for that.
- the end of the line: Your love cannot keep them alive, but you will be with them in their last moments.
- WILDCARD
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Venti ☙ Genshin Impact ☙ ota
castmates and cross canon welcome; big fan of Traveler (even if the mortality thing on that end is pretty ambiguous,) Lisa, Diluc, Barbara, Noelle, Sucrose, and Jean, but love anyone from the game genuinely. in terms of Zhongli or Xiao, also faves but not mortals, can happily AU things around to make it suitable. open to all prompts except for 12. if you'd like a starter, just ask! )
8 but with some 2 mixed in
But the fact is, Diluc has made it a point not to get involved with others. If people paid closer attention, they’d notice he doesn’t even have somebody he can call a friend. Business partners, nobles with fake smiles, useful contacts from the underground and his employees are the only social relationships he engages in. This is a conscious choice, as he doesn’t want anyone else getting hurt because of him.
Out of habit, he pushes Venti away when their conversations in the tavern become too personal. But then, as he realizes Venti is the Anemo Archon and thus quite less likely to die than his fellow mortals, he begins to give himself some breathing room. His answers become less curt and to the point, his manner softens bit by bit. When he dares to look back, there’s no doubt that their relationship has turned a lot friendlier than either of them could have anticipated. Venti’s warm nature must have played a part on that, no doubt, although...
There’s a strain in the air between them lately, something Diluc can’t put into words. He imagines it’ll be brought up at some point in conversation, so he avoids addressing it before it’s time. The time to discuss it, however, never arrives because Venti doesn’t want to talk about it. He prefers to yank Diluc down by his collar, leaning over the bar to kiss him.
The wine glass Diluc was cleaning shatters against the ground. A staggering noise is muffled between his mouth and Venti’s, his fingers twitching for a moment before his hand lands on Venti’s shoulder. He should push him away, literally this time, and yet the most he manages is squeezing, feeling how fragile the body that’s shown to the world seems now. He knows appearances mean nothing for Archons, but Venti looks young enough to make this escalate from an improper sight to a borderline crime.
That should help fuel his determination, really, but Diluc just stays where he is, frozen in place by the sweetness of the kiss. His hand clumsily moves to cup Venti’s cheek, but the kiss ends as abruptly as it began. Diluc’s eyes widen as Venti decides that biting his lip before retreating is a good idea.]
...remember when I said you had to explain your train of thought to me sometimes?
[His voice comes out pathetically weak. It’s been ages since the last time somebody kissed him and it shows.]
Explain now, if you’d be so kind.
omg this is so lovely, ty, hopefully this is all right in return...
it might be a good time to get one more nap in, especially now that Venti's gnosis is no longer in his hands. it could be less of a disaster than everyone could be anticipating; is the time of Gods coming to its final chapter? can mortals and supernatural creatures far and wide be liberated out from under the arc of divine rulers that still took their nations by their own force? could what is impending on the unknown horizon be perhaps, ultimately, for some good in the end? it's an awful lot for one little Anemo Archon to want to deal with, and after setting Dvalin free and all...
but...
meeting Diluc...first, Venti thought, perhaps, he'd finally found an in for easy wine. well, initially...no. but eventually, at least he allowed Venti to buy his own wine. benefits aside — every night that he's considered slipping back and away into hiding to rest free and easy, no longer carrying the laurels of responsibility for his gnosis, Venti has found his desire to run off into the night and laze about the emerald grasses of the free cliffs...outweighed by the measurement of the void that would be imprinted into him.
there is much that he has recently accrued that he would come to miss. he would miss that red-haired grouch terribly, in particular.
Venti wants this kiss to be a gift to Diluc, not a theft of his autonomy — and with the wind, all is fleeting anyway. Venti comes away with a sigh, indulgent and sweet, pleasure for the exchange ripe in his expression.
yeah, Venti expected that he may owe an explanation. )
Oh, but of course, Master Diluc.
( as if Venti knew that Diluc would respond to what effectively amounted to eyelash-batting and hair-twirling. for being thousands of years old, one might think he might have a little more patience — actually, perhaps there was some patience in play before now. curiosity, wasn't that the first thing that ever took the little windy wisp of Barbatos? and it was curiosity that drove little bard Venti through this tale of intrigue, about a man so cold with a fire in his heart, carrying a warmth that this little bard character could feel at a distance in subtle waves through that stony-cool wall. it's a heat that doesn't die off — it floods Venti's skin, quickens in his chest, and so much like the dreamy rush of wine, makes his head light.
what would Diluc respond more warmly to? Venti has tested everything in small measures — humor, talent, entertainment...all of which he didn't truly believe would woo the winery master with a single punch, but how could Venti cap his own curiosity to see what such currencies would buy him? at worst, these gestures would be the padded base for the building momentum to land upon.
earnesty, Venti thinks, is a tune that Diluc can actually hear over the storm in his heart.
and what could be more earnest than a kiss?
Venti hasn't relinquished his hold on Diluc, his thin hand smoothing over the tie he secures his collar with, almost demure but certainly playful. ) I've spent this entire evening sitting here with you, drinking my favorite wine — and yet, strangely, every glass has only left a tartness on my tongue.
( not to knock his favorite dandelion wine of the Dawn Winery's esteem, of course. still bent over the bar, effortless when one can be light as air, it makes for a very low-effort way of living; Venti has to expend no strength to sit up and reaching over the bar's surface to remain closer to Diluc, to watch with a satisfied smile the swell of color where he's just kissed the other man. ) Your lips, however, looked much sweeter — and as it turns out, my intuition was correct! As usual, might I add.
( surely that clarifies things... )
are you kidding me IT IS A THING OF BEAUTY
There’s no room anymore for affection or love in Diluc’s life. No one here has mentioned love, naturally, but Diluc doubts Venti doesn’t know the difference between friendship and a romantic intention when kissing. Century-long naps aside, his nature is observant and way sharper than most people give him credit for: surely he must be aware of how to court and flirt, having taken the guise of a bard of all things.
Diluc doesn’t consider the entirely feasible possibility of a carnal interest in him. Knowing well that Barbatos boasts an age of literal millennia, he should know better, but the youthful visage Venti chooses to appear under looks innocent, or at least innocent enough for Diluc’s mind to deny the thought before it can take form properly.
It’s romance, then, his mind settles on. But what could Barbatos think about that concept, blurry as it already is? Freedom, Diluc remembers, is his most precious abstraction. Not justice nor duty, which are words he himself holds dear and tries to embody in this cruel world. The future of this relationship couldn’t look more fruitless.
--and yet, Diluc can’t help but listen for once to the childlike wonder he keeps locked up securely inside himself. His curiosity gets the best of him, preventing his eyes from darting to the glass shards beneath his feet, and keeping them locked on Venti’s own.]
I never thought the day would come when I would hear you say that. Dawn Winery will never recover from this blow.
[It’s supposed to be derisive, sarcastic, but with the heat on his face more than likely translating into a red blush smeared over his cheeks, Diluc must the one who looks like an innocent maiden right now. To counteract that feeling of helplessness, he decides to take a pretty aggressive route.]
You, on the other hand, would taste much better if you didn’t drink so much wine.
[Leaning down, he captures Venti’s lips again. As inexperienced as he is in the field of romance, Diluc decides to treat the situation as a battle, and nothing works better than a surprise attack in his experience. This time, he opens his mouth, waiting for Venti’s to mirror the movement and then taking the plunge; what he doesn’t anticipate, however, is his tongue brushing against another to elicit a sensation akin to an electrical current under his skin.
The onslaught’s advance stops for a moment, as Diluc relishes the taste of wine transmuted into celestial nectar. The hand on Venti’s cheek shifts until it’s pushing the bard by the back of his neck, deepening the kiss even more.]
oh god and then I wrote even longer nonsense... I apologize omg
and then, it comes, the first words from Diluc's mouth, and they are...quite a delight. amusement bends Venti's smile deeper, wider — he laughs softly, all of that anticipation bubbling out of him with some relief, to call it exactly as it is. hardly an offense to say one might expect Diluc Ragnvindr would have responded a little more irately to being interrupted with an unsolicited kiss...
but it seems Venti's intuitions just continue to hit bullseye again and again tonight. ) Fear not: I think it speaks more to my appetite tonight than to the quality of the wine. ( and how Diluc's face, wearing that humming expression, makes him even hungrier — a spark lights there, a gentle little ember in the other man, and what happens to fire when it's met with open air, a coercive breeze? does it not tend to grow when not completely overpowered? it seems that Venti has given just the correct push; not too much, not enough to snuff it all out.
Diluc dives back down for Venti, mouths rejoining with a fervor that the bard thought he might have to work for to see — hey, he isn't going to complain about that! the excitement rushes through Venti, gleefully filling up the round shapes of his shoulders, parting his jaws to let the other man kiss him deeper. some of the papers pinned to the tavern walls begin to stir with a gentle flutter, the images of the yet-to-be-found Traveler's sibling static, but shifting with an enforced restlessness. he lets Diluc have at him for an indulgent moment, softening in the hold of his hand, feeling the extent of the strength he's gained from the years he has seen, from the weight of his choice in weapon when he's finally pushed to draw it to pursue justice. Venti gets a taste of him for himself; alive and burning bright, and just...a hint of grape juice.
Venti's giggles are lost in Diluc's mouth, and eventually, he breaks for air as if something were literally tickling him; given the fluttering sensation building in his chest, it may be a relatively correct impression. his laughter isn't the only thing that has built up in Venti — but so has sheer height, as the bard pants for new breath, he's found hovering over his seat and the bar top itself, delicately suspended in the air. )
Hmm~ it seems you like the taste of me well enough. ( taunting but kind, Venti peers down at the other man with sweet fondness, his own cheeks round and shaded as apples. Venti's hands rest around Diluc's collar, palms and fingers splayed on the flat horizontal bone stretched across above his quickening chest. ) Diluc, let me see you a moment... ( Venti takes the shape of his jaw into his hands, looking on the man's face that has for so long been harboring a terrible weight; when they fought the God of Storms to set Mondstadt free, Venti wanted to never see such a weight in the face of its people ever again.
now, it's softening. a light is returning, and like a beacon, the bard wants to seek it out to its source. self-satisfied, almost gloating: ) I knew there was something there in you, locked tight from the world— ( not to make a call out post on Diluc, but it needs to be said. Venti allows people to know his true identity, and even less of those he pursues with his heart; lest it become a new brand of tyranny itself, for Venti would seek to own no one's heart completely, but others...might feel that the choice is too clear on principle, to make themselves a lover for an Archon that will long surpass them. the world is too vast and wonderful for something like that...
but for that little burning ember caught in a cold, hidden place...
Venti slowly lowers, feels his knees clunk softly against the wooden bar, and he settles gently before Diluc, resting on his own bent legs. softer than the playful words preceding them— ) ...And here I now marvel at it with new wings unfurled.
OMG don't u dare apologize for this
Surprisingly, not that different from a human. Granted, Diluc imagined the physical touch in question as himself rubbing Venti’s back while he sobbed his heart out, like he seemed to be ready to do a few nights ago, as they spoke of his past and Venti mentioned the original owner of this appearance he bears. But as most things tend to be when Venti is involved, their first contact is an unexpected surprise. A passionate kiss, and Diluc is honestly surprised at how it leaves him wanting more.
It’s not that Venti isn’t uncannily talented, of course; Diluc simply doesn’t find himself wanting anything for himself very often, and matters dealing with romance doubly so. Then again, Diluc isn’t often in front of an ethereal being who sings songs of freedom and blows warm breezes into the world with ease, so he can probably forgive himself for reacting in quite the uncommon way. Probably.
In any case, he doesn’t realize Venti is literally floating until their mouths part, engrossed as he was on asserting himself as anything but the fragile soul he actually is in this field. As he watches him lower himself on the bar, Diluc tries to keep his breathing steady, calm enough not to give away exactly how much this affects him. But oh, his heart is sadly out of his control, and where is Venti placing his hands now if not near his pounding ribcage? Fate is such a cruel thing, sometimes...
Far from mocking him, however, Venti seems sincerely delighted at the signs of his defenses going down. He even looks at Diluc as if he could see it all, the pain, the loss, the grief that still overcomes him sometimes to this very day. It’s uncomfortable to feel this exposed, and Diluc can’t help but avert the eyes he swore he would keep on Venti. Still, his face leans on the hand cupping it, a heavy sigh exiting his mouth.]
There’s no need for poetry, honestly. I’m too practical to appreciate it anyway.
[No lies are being told there. Diluc’s down-to-earth nature is well known, celebrated even because someone has to be the uncrowned king, peaceful anarchy and all related ideals aside.]
What do you expect from me? I’m not entirely sure I can understand.
[...well, maybe that one is a lie. Diluc is completely sure he doesn’t know what regular people expect from a romantic partnership, let alone a God. The closest thing he has known are nobles and their schemes centered around marriages as a form of alliance, which are the perfect opposite of the pure, unbridled love he imagines Venti as capable of.]
ty for being so patient with meee ♥
Want what I always want, the difference today is that I want it with you. Poetry may not be in your tastes, but you inspire me nonetheless. ( Diluc is the dawn on new days, something revolutionary, tenacious and independent against what is becoming aging systems in the free city. Mondstadt has never not felt like a home, but something about Diluc...feels like a nest he's been away from for far too long. such a thing is so rare, it's enough to stun the recently-relieved Anemo Archon upon realization, and it thankfully hasn't taken longer than this for him to reconcile all that it means. for all that he's seen thus far, Venti wants to finally share with Diluc. ) Perhaps I may be allowed to share that inspiration with one I admire, and especially trust...one I know could still stand on his own outside of such a shadow my esteem can cast. I want to see that fire in you, and before any more hesitation may take that possibility away. ( Venti was too late once, for the first person that ever mattered to him — and he only just managed to not be so for Dvalin, but...he knows it was all for the help of those around him recently. had the Traveler not appeared...
Venti might have been too late once again. )
Diluc. Would you allow me a little selfishness, to admire my muse in the ways my heart wishes to? ( indulgent, gluttonous...but Venti likes to think he might just fall shy of such a criticizing quality, in another's eye, to something like selfishness. that one is such a rare variety of fruit for the elusive wind spirit, one that abstains from the children of the people he freed, one that revels in their devotion but never lets it go to his head — no further than his heart only. he enjoys their time in other ways, masquerading as something simpler to give them songs, to share laughter, to take their stories and imprint them in his bones so that he may carry them long after they're gone.
Diluc is...too special to let slip by. but for this to stay in its best possible form, an important measure must be made: ) This question has two answers, and you're plenty smart enough to know what they are, I think. ( the implication being a liberating one: that Diluc is just as allowed to say 'no' as he is to say 'yes.' ) I swear an oath right here and now that my affections are not maliciously intended for your winery in secret; it's merely a beautiful accident that Dawn Winery boasts the most desirable man I've met in centuries...
( seriously, before you say something cheeky about trying to dupe you out of your wine reserves, Diluc... (but also, no one's going to stop you if you end up wanting to spoil Venti a little bit, here and there...) )
♡
He won’t say that, of course. It’d be too embarrassing to let Venti know exactly how fresh and new this experience is for him, being a grown man. However, he is expected to give an answer that leaves no doubt about his own intentions, and that seems difficult from where he stands. Particularly when Venti says he wants to be “selfish”. How far will that selfishness reach, exactly?
There’ll be plenty of time, Diluc decides, to find out.]
My answer is yes, but I do want to make one thing clear first.
[While he won’t deny curiosity about the fact that Venti is a literal God, that wasn’t what drew them together. In fact, Diluc has always made it a point to treat Venti like a human, not just to keep up the façade he chooses to maintain, but also because he knows how lonely it is to be put on a pedestal. Albeit on a much smaller scale, Diluc knows the isolation that comes with people relying heavily on you for protection.
He won’t let Venti feel that when they’re together. Thus:]
I’m not saying yes because you’re an Archon. I have no respect for deities based solely off their divine status; my affection stems from you being you. It’s Venti I love, not Barbatos.
[...oh, look. He’s blushing like a tomato. Hopefully that doesn’t deter from the most sincere statement he’s made in a long time.]
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it isn't Diluc's unapologetic philosophy on Archons and deities that startles Venti. no, that is something that would delight the once-Archon to hear from the people they've been titled to protect. like parents that want to see their children walk, beings of their power and age should never want to see their charges as helpless forever. humans are anything but that; seeing the sharpness of emancipation in one's eye is a thrill. it's the stuff that precedes the rare phenomenon of Ascension.
it's...a word, one little word, that Diluc enunciates quicker and easier than Venti might have expected, had he paid the notion any thought. if anything, he hadn't paid that notion any thought at all, not just yet, and yet — here the word has come, simple, harmless, with all the weight in the world.
he's never had a human give him this word before.
Venti feels more weightless than usual — it manifests as a soft bubbling in his throat, a near-drunk giggle, gleeful, nothing about it mocking. this word, for him, before he could even be tasked to earn it? why, what could Venti possibly devise to gift Diluc in return for it? ) Then, it's only fair that I let you in on a little secret... Barbatos, in the people's eyes, is a thing greater than what sits before you — a legend, an idea. A statue that stands before a house of worship carrying the hopes and prayers of his people... But in truth, the Venti you know is the true Barbatos; what I have gained in my life was all in credit to the people that have made Mondstadt what it is. The real strength of the city and our culture is them — I am but a spark, and they are the flame.
( with a playful sigh, ) I'm but a wind spirit that's lived a bit too long, and drinks a bit too much. I...would like to feel like myself again, to not have that be a mythical thing, just a simpler thing. ( the entire purpose of Venti is because Barbatos became larger than he could ever possibly be; he will listen to the hopes whispered on the wind and churn the breezes to usher fate forth, or take arms without hesitation to help the people that come from the ones that made him more than a simple little inkling out of an engulfing storm. he's a guardian that gained a power he never truly sought for, mainly Mondstadt's protection, and peace in Teyvat.
but here in this preciously liminal space called Diluc's perception, and even more preciously in the space between his arms...
Venti leans his face in, to press their foreheads and noses together, but doesn't close their mouths upon each other yet— no, he lingers in the aura of the bashful heat on Diluc's face, and a few more words: ) And more than that, I trust you to allow me that without letting all the centuries of power rush to my head! I much prefer the rush of you...the Diluc that I love. ( all of the facets of him: vigilante hero, a man without ego that rolls his sleeves up and serves drink to the people, even the scabbed and bruised man that lost his family and faith in a system that he stubbornly, selfishly won't forgive. inspiring, tragic, with untold depths that carry room for just a little bit of hope. a man that fights for the same people Venti cares dearly for.
and Venti, with arms sliding up around Diluc's broader shoulders, is not shy to seal his own declaration with an earnest kiss. )
Xingqiu ☙ Genshin Impact ☙ ota
for a twist... I am totally available for an AU where Xingqiu becomes the Hydro archon and is immortal! (if you want to AU yours as immortal, happily do!)
especially love Traveler (either,) Zhongli, Lisa, Albedo, Xiao, Diluc, Jean, Bennett, Chongyun, Ganyu, Noelle, Barbara, and Childe, but I genuinely love everyone from the game. if you'd like a starter, just ask! )
Essek Thelyss | Critical Role | OTA
Immortal: Essek is a drow and can live up to 700 years old and he's only about 120y/o now. Plus if we wanna AU him into a consecuted, then he can be potentially be reborn endlessly]
Arthur Morgan - Red Dead Redemption II - OTA20+
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The night before had been entirely unexpected. Not the sex, no- they had done that several times before already. Rather, Ardyn could not stop thinking about the revelations both had shared with one another before they fell into bed together for what was absolutely their most passionate night together since they met in that hot spring.
He hadn't expected to learn anything surprising after admitting the truth as to why he spent his life constantly on the move. When he found out that Arthur also had a major secret, one that was also a curse with the side effect of immortality, he had been... well, shocked and elated.
That knowledge changed everything.
Normally he would have left Arthur's cabin once they were both satisfied. Developing relationships was too risky given what he was, but now? He remained, dressed only in his underwear, overwhelmed but also excited to experience such feelings after so, so many years growing accustomed to his solitary life. Now, he felt something like hope. Here was another person he already quite liked who also lived away from society for similar reasons. Here was someone who wouldn't grow old and die in what would feel like the blink of an eye.
When Arthur eventually woke, he would find Ardyn still leaning against the wall, lost in his thoughts. That he was still there in the morning would be evidence enough that something had changed after the night before.
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For awhile Arthur had settled in the wilds, believing it best to keep as far out of sight as he could while there was a heavy price on his head, but eventually decided to move into Hamish's place as it was bought and paid for and remote enough to live out his life for awhile. He still didn't know much about himself, as a werebear anyway, but he did know he felt healthier than he had in years, and his body was tougher than nails, healing abilities almost instantaneous. Was he immortal? He didn't know, and probably wouldn't know for some time, but he would likely live a far longer life than if he'd remained human and not gotten sick.
Meeting Ardyn was pure happenstance, the hot springs where they'd first met he thought was a fluke, both drawn to one another sexually thanks to whatever was in the water and the loneliness that each of their solitude had brought. But it'd become more than that. They met up with one another again. And again. And again. He'd never had another man as a partner for more than one night, fear of being found out reducing his personal feelings for the same sex to quick fucks in a back alley or far from civilization. But with Ardyn, out here, they could be together, as often as they liked.
No need to conform to society's rules. No need to hide his nature. No fear.
He'd loved Mary with all his heart, probably would until his dying day regardless of the fact they both knew things had come to a close between them. But those same feelings, that lightheartedness? That warmth that came with sitting with someone? He'd begun to feel that for Ardyn. Maybe it was just because he had no one else now, maybe it wouldn't last. But he'd learned life could be far shorter than you expected it to be, and thus had confided in Ardyn what he was. And was surprised when he, in turn had too.
How old was the man? Beyond Arthur's comprehension. Though it was clear both men were happy to have one another, and not have to dread old age taking the other any time soon.
Exhausted from their night together Arthur had slept in past he typically did, only waking when the bed seemed too cold. He reached over and found the spot beside him empty, and for a moment his heart sank. However, as he sat up and breathed deeply, taking in the scent of their passion last night, he could also smell the other man not far away and a tightness growing in his chest, lightened somewhat.
Arthur got up, located his union suit and pulled it on, buttoning up to his stomach before coming out, smiling at the sight of the other man which brought him relief.
"G'mornin'" he greeted, almost tentatively, leaning against the frame of the door.
diluc ragnvindr | genshin impact | ota
mad sweeney • american gods
he’s over-accustomed to years of watching the irish faithful unseen, with passing infatuations with mortals and gods. now he just watches people for the shits and giggles. easily found at any pub, hipster bar, or alleyway, but not for long.
Nico Acosta | OC | M/F
Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA
Adrian Tepes / Alucard | Castlevania | ota
Kim Shin / The Lonely and Great God – Goblin / OTA
Thirteenth Doctor | Doctor Who | ota
open to literally anyone or anything, any ship or canon. ]
fran | ffxii