"I could drink your blood if you let me, baby- drain you o' your love until you hate me." It's the 1800s. Alexis Quackity has been sent on a business trip to England, arriving at a certain Wilbur Soot's lavish castle. But Wilbur isn't an ordinary human. Well, he's not exactly a human. Things get complicated when he develops a certain... liking... for Quackity. [Contains smut!] "Blood! Didn't they want your blood? So why apologise for being blue and cold?" Cover by @cyani07 on Twitter

✨No description✨ ⚠️ NONE OF THE PHOTOS YOU SEE IN THIS STORY ARE MINE ⚠️

"You did good." Oh god his accent. "I don't think I've seen you race that well before." Dream looked over to him, raising an eyebrow amidst his prideful grin. "You've come to my races before?" - Dream likes to race for the rush of adrenaline, and George looks so pretty when he waves the starting flags. - Accelerate was a written collab by @isntitcrazy and @honkdaddyy. Both of us do not want this to be reuploaded anywhere, and especially not here. We weren't going to upload Accelerate to Wattpad in the first place but people went against both of our boundaries and uploaded it anyway. If you see any fics of Accelerate that aren't from this account, please report them. There is NSFW in it.

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this one actually ends well,I think...I hope,idk... we'll see ;)

"Ich brauchte einen Beweis." gab er zu: "Den Beweis, dass mich einst, 1970, George Davidson, ein Mann, der damals noch gar nicht exestierte, geliebt hatte." ༺♡༻ Der junge, einsame George entdeckt, dass er ein altes Telefon benutzen kann, um mit einem Jungen zu kommunizieren, der 50 Jahre in der Vergangenheit lebt. ⚠︎︎WICHTIG⚠︎︎ Dies ist nicht meine Geschichte! sondern von astr0nomika das ist nur meine deutsche Übersetzung dazu!!! Cover Art für dieses Buch erstellt von: mikadespacito auf Twitter

flowers from 1970 was sad, but this can help you to recover! George Davidson finds it hard to recover, months and months alone, bored, nothing to do. George has an idea to get his mind off things, he had been wanting to get out of the house, go on a walk, do some sketching like he used to do as a kid with his mother at the park. As he is walking down the street capturing the best qualities of the town, he encounters a tall, dirty-blonde man who looks like he is from the 70s