sexual behemoth viktor r.cane

My peanrar

New 911 episode good specifically for me actually I love a man whimpering and writhing on the door bloody and beat up and/or jumping out a window groaning bandaged. Actually

I think that damp washcloth should eat doctor robby's PUSAAYYYYY . Rn. Goodnight

My mom referred to Whitaker as a damp washcloth today she doesn't even go online he truly is just Like That

I hate this fucking french dude real real bad

Lestat is, and has always been, an experience. He'd been a showy thing even before his turning, but the gift granted to him had only given him a *real* space to play around with grandiosity. There's an effortless confutation to simply just looking at him- he's as off-putting as he is alluring, and those two things coexisting are what draw attention to him and *keep* it. That attention has been its own form of sustenance since as far back as he can recall, and he's got too little shame to keep himself from admitting the more, the better. A room's worth of eyes on him is good, but a stadium full? He'd draw it into his lungs with every inhaled breath if he could, just to keep it held inside himself for a little while longer. It cushions the very ground he treads, softening each step until he feels like he's floating with it. A vainglorious mania to be sure, but where's the harm in that? He can see no fault in the way he's slotted himself into the industry to take up more and more space with each little move he makes. He's good at what he does. More importantly than *that*, the constant bustle of here to there, the cacophony of muddled voices ringing to little more than a low hum in the back of his mind- they all serve as a distraction, though he's just aware of himself enough to not dare label it as such.

His own attempts at casualty had never been short of deliberate and brazen: inefficiently contradictory, but by now he may as well wear it on his sleeve in place of the heart he pretends is there, as integral a part it’s become of him. Louis knows this, of course. Lestat could pretend it's because he *let* him see it, but to do so would be to underrate him, a blatant lie. Lestat may be foolhardy but he won't make the same mistake twice. This too is a lie. Perhaps thinking of the distinctly Louis-shaped space taken residence in that aching emptiness behind his ribs as a mistake to be rectified is in and of itself an indiscretion, but he doesn't know how else he's supposed to live with that hollowness there if he's not constantly trying to patch it up and fill it. As it were, there's a funny sort of devastation in hearing that the very object of his incessant yearning is at his show tonight, equal parts elation and woe fueling his swaggering gait backstage. As much as he'd found himself wishing Louis would show, there's a vast difference between *wanting* and *receiving*.

He looks different here than he does on the little glossy square of Lestat's phone screen. The word *devastating* comes to mind again. How very peculiar, how very difficult to reconcile with when you have only seconds to do so. “Louis,” he greets, and the smile that finds its way to his mouth is genuine even with the miniscule, blink-and-you'll-miss-it twitch of his upper lip. His fingers twist around a gaudy feather boa thrown haphazardly over his shoulders, a gift that had found its way on stage during the last show. He knows what pictures will be plastered across Instagram tonight when he shows up wearing it this evening. “What a pleasant surprise your showing up is. I can only hope you didn't come out of your way just to see me?” He can't help himself. Old habits die hard, and after all these years he still knows which spaces to press his fingers into to make Louis tick. He doesn't know *why* he does it, what subconscious drive there is hidden in some deep recess of his brain that tells him to shoot straight for whatever vulnerabilities lay available to him, no matter how reinforced they may be. It's feeble, and he's aware of what he's doing *after* the fact, but he doesn't dare wince or falter as he glides across the room to settle on the ottoman just a few feet away.

He can't help himself. Old habits die hard, and after all these years he still knows which spaces to press his fingers into to make Louis tick. He doesn't know *why* he does it, what subconscious drive there is hidden in some deep recess of his brain that tells him to shoot straight for whatever vulnerabilities lay available to him, no matter how reinforced they may be. It's feeble, and he's aware of what he's doing *after* the fact, but he doesn't dare wince or falter as he glides across the room to settle on the ottoman just a few feet away. “You're looking well,” and this he says because he means it, though he doesn't let his gaze linger too long. As closed off his mind is to Louis, he knows his face gives him away to someone who can read him as well as he can.

Thingking about loustat rn

Also she pronounced Youngstown correctly which is important. Don't ever talk about that city it's such a terrible placeunless you mention it like that then it's finr

I watched some episodes of the pitt and the threat of having to do cases in Youngstown is so fucking funny to me. Yeah you'll have to go to Ohio if you fuck up sorry man

I love media where everyone fucking sucks bad and they make it everyone's problem. IWTV and Hannibal u are so dear to me

I mean ideally I would be that guy I think it would be fine and nice even . Not telling you which one

Sorry for reverting back to my Hannibal phase I deeply enjoy these fucking freaks . Things may suck but. As my sister says. Woe at least I'm not that guy

Possibly one of the worst typos in my time here actually

I slept for two hours last night and I start my new job soon if I die of a workplace injury (running into glass door) I hope you will remember me like Thiz

They need to make Omegaverse real and then I can blue skadoo into the NBC Hannibal verse and knot Will Graham 1000 times

I can't even smoke whead anymore due to the weed scaries and also it makes my fibro pain worse so idk why I'm worried

I said my last job was a big boy job but this one like actually is I'm getting insurance licenses for it . And also drug testing which my OCD is like ough what if you have DRUGS in your system or the tests detect them on account of the POPPY SEEDS. WE DONT EAT POPPY SEEDS??????? WDYMMMM

I want to be armandaniels third it's fine they can even turn me so my joints don't give out while I'm topping them #NoStamina #MyHips #OldManFan

He can do whatever he wants as long as i get to put my wenar in him after . Heart emoji

I'm so biased with Armand like yes he did all those things but did you see his red glasses and also like when he makes those big pathetic orange eyes even patheticer and wetterer u have to excuse it

NO TRULY. like glad yall have each other because ur the only ones that can handle each other's um. Nuances 👍🏼

I don't remember rmaking either of these posts hello??????????

Armand and Daniel are something else entirely. It's like 'are they lovers?' 'Worse' except little tangeribe eyes is the predatory old man in the relationship with his visibly old man boyfriend. Beautiful

God I hate loustat they are truly the hottest most insufferable couple out there

I didn't type this thr ghost did actually

They say you cannot impregnate every man you see fawn I say watch what happenswhen they put me in a room with smallville lex luthor hrs going to be bald pregnant and pathetic and my dick is going to be so hard it falls off and crawls away whimpering

I have been so busy and also living in a hotel and watching hannibal and quitting my old job because I got another better job that's also 9-5 and I and unmm I'll be a licensed insurance agent for p+c and life+health here's my business card (hands you a sticky note with slongebob 9/11 on it)

And penetrate in his cervix y/n?

Viktor fat heavy balls slapping against Jayce clit oooooohhgh

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"I used AI to make—"

Okay well I ☝🏼 used a eye to look at something far away without my glasses and it was incomprehensible and beautiful