#sunsetapes

LMAO u r correct. his name is ismark kolyanovich from curse of strahd (a dnd campaign), and he has fat tits, he’s depressed, he’s sexy, he’s the love of my life, he’s

it’s a rage like no other,  bubbling within the core of my being - it always has and i’m damn sure that it always will.     a rage that manifests into forms of violence, handy as a vampire slayer.    it’s a rage that eases with every hit i cast into vampire’s face.       pinning him down on the cemetery ground, my fingers curl as fist forms, launching punch swiftly to his jaw with a smirk.    i always did like it on top ; i intend to stay here.      something cathartic in the violence, a release of everything i kept hidden.

mateo    had    forgotten    all    about    the    situation    in    question.        most    of    his    interactions    with    his    friend    went    out    of    mind    after    they    ended,        choosing    instead    to    focus    his    attention    on    more    important    matters:        himself.        “        hm    .    .    .        i’m    sure    you    could    have    absolutely    been    nicer.        alas    i    can’t    change    your    personality.        ”

“            do    you    think    that    devoted    would    make    you    feel    better    about    it?            ”        man    leans    back    to    rest    with    his    arms    folded    behind    his    head,        soaking    sunlight    in.        “            whatever    pleasant    shade    you    paint    it,        it’ll    still    mean    the    same    thing.            ”