#vxmpirehunterd

❝ a menace ?! how could I be a bad influence , you havent let me speak to them . . . hey , wait , me and @uniccrndrccms were gossiping , how rude. ❞ he sounds scandalized , following after @vxmpirehunterd fussing the entire time.

"Y'all nothing but a buncha haters. If you kids just come to visit your old man in the nursing home more than NEVER then I wouldn't be so... what do the kids say. Cringey."

Send me 📏 (ruler) + your muses height

Stares down with a hint of askance in his expression.

The cream unicorn cookie nervously looked around as they found themselves lost in a new world as this didn't look like their homeworld of Earthbread, they slowly got up and dusted themselves off before scanning the area.

A bit of icing dripped down from their doughy face as they gulped, thry floated up to see more of the scenery before hearing something approach.

They flew towards a nearby shrubbery as they tries to blend in with it, closing their eyes with his nub like hands and remained still as can be.

send 🎲 to generate a kiss!

14. A kiss along the hips

*✶ ›» 「 ( 𝘿𝙄𝘽𝙎 ) 」

"What if they kissed?" Scenarios

It's so sudden, Lucio barely even notices he's impaled for a moment. Sharp red eyes trained upon the hunter on the other end of the sword. He then feels his chest tighten, it's becoming more difficult to breathe.

The cold steel stabbed through his chest- shredding through his insides and exiting out through his back. Then the pain comes.

He gasps, heavy brow furrowed with anger and confusion as the red hot sensation rips through his form. His cold hand reaches forward and grabs the blade, as though he could pull it out of his body. Yet D's hand remains unwavering. Was that a quirk of his eyebrow he just saw? Or was it wishful thinking?

Blood trickles from his lips, and the panic sets in. Did he manage to pierce his heart? Why wasn't he dead yet? Did D actually miss?

Or was this vengeance? Seeking the Lord's pain in his eyes? Regardless, it was nothing compared to the agony this vampire had inflicted on others. What havoc had he wrought upon his subjects.

His lip curls and he breathes in to speak, yet there is something poetic to be said about the harsh gurgling sounds that emits from his throat. Choking on the blood he had no doubted stolen.

That cold hand grips D's blade, pulling himself further onto it. Pained groans turning into growls until he is close enough to grab him by the collar.

His bloodied lips press to D's. And he's... laughing. Laughing as he spits blood into the other's mouth. It tastes of hundreds- possibly even thousands of suffering wails. Among them is the man he once was. Before the madness had taken him.