1. Kells

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    Heyo!! I’m Kells (33, mentally im like 21 I swear), a cry-baby horse masquerading as a human! As a jobless parasite of the government, despite being British, you’ll find me online at EST night-time to mid morning EST (lol). I SOMETIMES TALK IN CAPS SORRY I’M EXCITED (I never left the RAWR XD...
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  2. Lucero

    Private Angels Do Not Tread Here [M]

    TRIGGER WARNING: graphic violence + gore, physical + sexual abuse Below Altalusia and further below Unicorn Bay the trees did not yet show off their leaves of mandarin, marigold, and maple. The air was dry around Overlook Hamlet, set not too far from the free state of Telephassa and it's...
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  3. Rois Sinclair

    [II] BARREN. - A Feeling [ M ]

    [ JOHN DOE ; An unidentifiable man, one with no known name, one given to those with identities that are hidden or cannot be verified. ] > Trigger warnings: Depictions of an underage sex worker, but please consider the time period and age of consent in olden times! This story contains no sex...
  4. Rois Sinclair

    Private Your fangs, and mine

    A voice rose, a cooing, a whimper, an echoing cry beneath the sunlight. Nothing and no-one came to its rescue. The doe with the broken neck ensnared by rope, it careened through the stretches of old-wood trees and tripped about roots like writhing snakes at its hooves, pressed forth and...
  5. Rois Sinclair

    Private [M] The Carousel of Hearts

    "Night over the poor district" by Ortsmor, Digital, 2013 Overwhelming feelings beneath Khurun’s teeth, keep up, stay upon your toes or fall victim to the ever-spinning carousel and its many, many emotions. It seeks to strand you amongst intense sentiments. Munas kuvak, for all its...
  6. Rois Sinclair

    Private The Meeting of Teeth

    Summer came in swathes, layer after layer. The baked earth in darkness still rose like ancient bread beneath the moon, finding no reprieve in the cooler night air as it crackled and snapped underfoot; the scent was of newly born blossoms and old oak and the dying streams breathing their last as...
  7. Rois Sinclair

    [I] STONE. - A Memory

    [ JOHN DOE ; An unidentifiable man, one with no known name, one given to those with identities that are hidden or cannot be verified. ] > Trigger warnings: Depictions of an epileptic fit, child suffering, suicidal ideation. “Move it, JOHN. Blimey-- s’happened again. JOHN?” He felt it all...
  8. Rois Sinclair

    Private Double the Fiend

    The forest was quiet. So… so… quiet. In the hazy light of dusks onset, no birds came to flitter about the branches, no foxes squealed in the undergrowth, no snakes nor bats nor rabbits came to enjoy the twilight as they would have done throughout their entire existence. Standing there with bent...
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