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dragon rider, survivor, lightning wielder || #fourthwingRP || mdni

//still here just been sick 🤒 like thank bestie for giving me mono


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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤॱ˙🌑ᣟ݂ ࿔. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ— 𝐗𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 ㅤㅤ ㅤbonded to sgaeyl. ㅤㅤ ㅤshadow wielder & marked one. ㅤㅤ ㅤduke of tyrrendor. ㅤㅤ ㅤ+18 | literate & descriptive. ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ𝅄 #fourthwingrp#mvrp 𝅄 ㅤ


//Never forgiving Rebecca Yarros for making me CRY with a smut scene bc it’s just heartbreak and desperation and the fear they’ll never have this chance again.


Violet followed along with him, hand in hand, taking the time she could to be with him. So much was changing that she wanted to spend as much time happy with him as she could. She took in a breath as they moved out under the stars, marveling at the sight.

Xaden didn’t tell her that it had become so natural to him by now, something he did without even realizing—something he couldn’t control. The kiss didn’t last long. Not because he didn’t want it to, but because he didn’t trust himself. Then, without a word, he started +



//hello friends im here if anyone wants vi


“Reading my thoughts…” she teasingly scolded him, holding his hand tightly as he brought it to his lips for a kiss. “Fine, if you’re not looking for an exit then I suppose I can relax for a moment.”

“I’m not leaving. You don’t need to stall me.” Xaden said, lacing their fingers together before bringing her hands to his lips. “I just want a quiet night. Watch the stars. Just...rest.”



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he haunts me, in dreams, in the waking world. his absence casts a gloom over every day god drags the sun across the sky. he is half of me, and he is not here, and i can feel his memory eating at whatever is left of me.


“A walk to look at the stars sounds nice,” Violet agreed after a slow consideration. She was calculating if he intended to leave after that and if she should try to stall him, of course. But she linked her hand in his after slowly letting go of him and let him lead.

Despite everything, that comment made him smile, giving him a moment of—not happiness, exactly, but... Normality. Intimacy. Violet was still Violet—stubborn, headstrong, unstoppable. His Violet. And that was exactly why he decided to change the subject. Who knew what the +



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i can be very soft in a violent way


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and even as i'm kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, i wish i were kissing him. wanting more, more, more, more, like i can't get enough, never will be able to get enough.


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this world is not yours to end... this is our future. our story.


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you collect scars because you want proof that you are paying for whatever sins you’ve committed.


Violet could only shake her head, refusing, small hands clutching his flight jacket tighter as if that could stop him from ever leaving her arms. “Says who? I refuse.” Stubborn as ever, she was going to drag him along in her life by force if she had to.

Xaden was studying her face, looking at her like he needed to memorize every detail in that exact moment. Gently, he brushed his thumb over the tear trailing down her cheek, wiping it away. “You will have to.”



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men who arent afraid to be loud when theyre about to c*m >>>


//Amber and gold… 😭

wieldlightning's tweet image. //Amber and gold… 😭

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