I would lay down my life just to catch a glimpse of Larten Crepsley’s dick.

there's some allegations floating around id like to address. first and foremost, yes, i did fuck my daughter, and her pussy was epic. however, no, it was not rape. i have her on video saying "this isn't rape" so quit iiiit

forever obsessed with dynamics between vampires, specifically that of a maker and fledgling, as a way to explore abuse. the creation of a vampire itself can so easily be a literalization of the lasting impacts of trauma and also much more simply the ways a perpetrator might shape their victim’s very identity. the extremes of isolation in the way that the new vampire, in most narratives, must cut all ties to their mortal life, or else go through an elaborate charade to maintain the facade of humanity, while forever still being removed from it. and the sheer dependence and vulnerability of being in an entirely new state of being, wholly uncertain of what it entails, and relying on another person to define… everything.