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IT WOULDN'T BE A WRITING CHALLENGE IF I WASN'T FASHIONABLY LATE ON AT LEAST ONE PROMPT. I'M THROWING THESE TAGS AT THE TOP AS TO NOT CATCH ANYONE TOTALLY OFF GUARD. #VIOLENCE #GORE #ANGST. AND A SPECIAL THANKS TO @twinArmaggetfucked [DAY THREE: WHUMP] A GLOWING WHITE BLUR, STARK AGAINST A BACKGROUND OF VOID. THE GIRL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD, BUT NOW HER BRIGHT AND BURNING GAZE IS BACK ON HIM. IT'S THE SAME LOOK SHE GAVE HIM JUST BEFORE SHE'D DIED. BEFORE HE'D KILLED HER HIMSELF. HE'D DISPATCHED HER SO EASILY THE FIRST TIME. A FLICK OF HIS WRIST. A HOLE IN HER GUT. HE'S TOO SHOCKED TO TRY IT AGAIN...Read more
THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR PATIENCE. HERE'S THE CUCKOLD BULLSHIT. [DAY TWO: CUCK CHAIR. VOLUNTARILY FEATURING @terminallyCapricious#2753] THE POSITION MIGHT BE AS EMBARRASSING FOR YOU AS IT IS FOR YOUR MATESPRIT. NO, NOT THE CLOWN UNDERNEATH YOU WITH A BRUISING GRIP ON YOUR HIPS. YOUR MATE IS THE VIOLET SITTING A FEW FEET AWAY, FULLY CLOTHED, ROUND EYES DARTING DOWN FROM YOUR FLUSHED FACE TO THE FAT PURPLE BULGE RUTTING ITSELF BETWEEN YOUR THIGHS. YOU CAN'T SEE THE EXPRESSION OF THE TROLL BEHIND YOU, BUT YOU'RE SURE HE'S GOT THE MOST INSUFFERABLE FUCKING SMILE PLASTERED OVER HIS DUMB FACE. INSTEAD, Y...Read more
[PART TWO] THERE’S ROOM ENOUGH IN THE PILE FOR BOTH OF YOU, BUT JUST BARELY. EVERY SPOT WHERE HIS BODY IS PRESSED TO YOUR OWN FEELS COMFORTING AND COOL, SOOTHING THE HEAT THAT HAD BUILT UP JUST UNDER YOUR SKIN. YOU RESIST THE URGE TO PRESS YOUR BURNING CHEEK TO HIS CHEST. YOU’VE ALREADY DEBASED YOURSELF ENOUGH TONIGHT. “you really shouldnt a run off like that" "WHAT, YOU WANTED ME TO DIG MY HEELS INTO THE GROUND AND DRAG EVERYONE INTO ANOTHER HALF HOUR OF POINTLESS BACK AND FORTH?" "but you wwerent evven wwrong though and you wwould havve heard me tell them as much if youd stayed" YOU DON'...Read more
[PART ONE] YOU SQUEEZE YOUR GANDERBULBS SHUT, TRYING TO BLINK AWAY THE TEARS BLURRING YOUR VISION. YOU HATE THAT YOU CRY WHEN YOU’RE ANGRY. YOUR BULBS STING FROM THE SALT, AND YOUR WHOLE FACE BURNS FEVERISHLY HOT. YOU DON’T WANT ANYONE TO SEE YOU LIKE THIS, SO YOU HOLE YOURSELF AWAY IN A FAR CORNER OF YOUR UNLIT RESPITEBLOCK. NOT LIKE ANYONE IS COMING TO FIND YOU. NOT AFTER HOW YOU KILLED EVERYONE’S MOOD AND STORMED OFF. STILL, YOU’RE HALF BURIED IN YOUR MOST COMFORTING PILE IN SOME DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO HIDE YOUR SHAME FROM THE WORLD. YOU DON’T SEE THE VERTICAL SLICE OF OFFENDING LIGHT VIOLATE YOUR ...Read more