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. SHE CLOSES THE DISTANCE SO FAST. HIS FEET ARE ANCHORED TO THE GROUND. SHE'S DISARMED HIM BEFORE HE CAN REACT. THERE'S NOTHING BUT OPEN SPACE ALL AROUND THEM, BUT NOWHERE HE CAN RUN. THE ONLY SOUND IN THE WHOLE WORLD IS THE REVVING OF HER CHAINSAW. HE FEELS IT ALMOST SOONER THAN HE HEARS IT. THE CUT ISN'T CLEAN. IT'S NOT LIKE A BLADE. IT'S A RIPPING, TEARING SORT OF WEAPON. EVERYTHING IS LOUD AND EVERYTHING IS WHITE AND EVERYTHING IS BURNING. HE JOLTS UPRIGHT IN HIS RECUPERACOON. HIS HANDS GRASP AT HIS GUT. HIS PUSHER BEATS IN HIS EARS. THE WORLD SPINS AROUND HIM. HE'S IN ONE PIECE. FUCK. HE SINKS BACK INTO THE SLIME. THE SOUND OF THE CHAINSAW STILL ECHOES IN HIS PAN AS HE CLOSES HIS BULBS AGAINST HER AFTERIMAGE. HIS FINGERS FOLLOW THE JAGGED PATH OF THE OLD SCAR. HOW MANY SWEEPS HAVE TO PASS BEFORE TIME DULLS THE MEMORY? HOW MANY DAYMARES WILL LEAVE HIM SWEATING AND SHAKING IN HIS COCOON BEFORE HIS BODY ACCEPTS THAT IT ISN'T IN DANGER? NEARBY, HIS PALMHUSK LIGHTS UP WITH A NOTIFICATION. IT'S SOMETHING STUPID. HE CATCHES THE TIME ON THE SCREEN. IT'S ONLY 2PM. HE GROANS AND KNOCKS THE BACK OF HIS PAN AGAINST THE EDGE OF HIS COCOON. IT SEEMS HE'S IN FOR ANOTHER SLEEPLESS DAY. #ERIDANWEEK #RPF
I'M GLAD YOU THINK SO. OF EVERYONE WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THIS, YOU WERE THE ONE I WAS MOST WORRIED MIGHT FIND THIS DISTASTEFUL. IT'S A RELIEF TO SEE MY WORRIES WERE UNFOUNDED.
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OH. WOW. AN AUTOGRAPH FROM THE SOLLUX CAPTOR. I DON'T KNOW IF I HAVE EVER RECEIVED AN HONOR SO HIGH. EXCUSE ME WHILE I VACATE MY BLADDER IN PURE EUPHORIA. #PISS I GUESS.
we sh0uld all c0nsider 0urselves lucky i have en0ugh restraint and shame n0t t0 tell a stranger where i'd prefer his piss t0 end up instead. #piss #nsfw if y0u squint.
Then For What Its Worth I Must Say I Found The Amount Of Pity Woven Between Your Words To Be Of A Decidedly Tasteful Amount
You Can Definitely Tell It Does Exist Though However Thats All Ill Say #postingvaguely
I COULDN'T POSSIBLY KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT, BUT I AM GOING TO RESPECTFULLY DENY ALL ALLEGATIONS.