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. ݁˖ 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 ⌗𝟐 . ݁ ༄

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a cynical priest. his fingers—soaked in holy water, rested firmly on your forehead. then he leans in.

"you're wet,

not baptized."

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. ݁˖ 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 ⌗𝟏 . ݁ ༄

setting : modern-day, post-apocalyptic. abandoned barn.

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"open your mouth." he growls. a hand flies to her jaw and cups it firmly, his brows raised in both anticipation and displeasure.

she shakes her head, coughs weakly and slaps his hand away, "no, my throat is too dry–" her throat bobs, "it'll just get stuck."

silence settles around them, he watches her with narrow eyes and suddenly snatches the bottle of pills beside them, pouring out its contents and taking one tablet in between his thumb and pointer finger. "fine."

he swallows it instead, dissolving the medication inside his mouth and she stares—deadpans, mouth agape in confusion, "wha-?".

and their lips are connected, he's transferring the melted dose in her mouth, raising his hand to hold her head in place and they both gasp softly when they separate once again.

"what was that..?"

"necessity."

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.☘︎ ݁˖ random prompts ⋆˚࿔·

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[a mix of smut, angst, and fluff prompts] [constantly updating/editing when i get ideas!]

𝟏. "don't lie to me, just ruin me like everyone else."

𝟐. "you think i want to be saved? no. i want to be worth the damnation."

𝟑. "if i ever kneel, it will be over your body."

𝟒. "you shouldn't have mattered this much."

𝟓. "you liked that." "i like you."

𝟔. "you're in my head." "then fuck me out of it."

𝟕. "if you want me to love you, make it taste like sacrilege."

𝟖. "you're playing with fire." "good. i'm cold."

𝟗. "...if you really loved me, you'd rail me through the mattress right now."

𝟏𝟎. "you're asking for it." "no, i'm begging."

𝟏𝟏. "the world demands greatness from me, and all i have left is violence and grief."

𝟏𝟐. "you think this is a game?" "yes, and i'm not losing"

𝟏𝟑. "you think you're on my level?" "no, i think i'm above it."

𝟏𝟒. "you want to play king? i'll show you a god."

𝟏𝟓. "you're wet, not baptized."

𝟏𝟔. "You hate it because it's yours. I love it for the same reason."

𝟏𝟕. "forgive me father, for i am about to sin—with great

enthusiasm."

𝟏𝟖. "If I told you to die for me, would you do it?"

"yes." "then why are you still breathing?

𝟏𝟗. "fine. burn, just let it be me holding the match."

𝟐𝟎. "it's so big, how does it even fit inside me?"

"it doesn't. that's why you scream so fucking loud."

𝟐𝟏. "what did he give you?" "nothing, he just didn't throw me

away."

« ✦ —⋆——— ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ———⋆— ✦ »

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Rose-colored lenses but not in the traditional naive-hopeless romantic-way; rose-colored lenses in the sense that you're so beyond broken and damaged that every act of love, adoration, and affection is distorted into manipulation and violence—where gentle touches are mistaken for harsh slaps, where slow, tentative steps are bulldozers carving out huge holes, a bandage offered is a bandage laced with arsenic.

Rose-colored lenses but it's dipped in rotting blood and held together by a rusty nail that presses against your temple—and despite your twisted delusions, you still love the 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 out of them.

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How i spend my day:

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