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There are times where being partially under his control have perks. For one, hunger isn't a concern and neither is sleep. There are times where it surges and we're barely able to think for ourselves.

When our head is throbbing, and we're mindlessly speaking to people while trying to fight back tears of pure agony. Then, of course, the downsides.

We can't fight back or speak, whether it comes to cruel people or at the hands of one of the circus members. The typical perpetrators are Harlequin and the Doctor. Suprised? Probably not.

Despite this, they aren't... mean. Usually just a harsh dismissal at our presence. More than once have we been in too close for comfort situations. Likely to be in more, avoid death with the lambs. Use them as bait for the bigger predators.

Don't immediately try to rush out, you WILL get caught. Let them replace you. Two new fools means one free conscious fool. Don't be stupid. Jester sees everything. Its easier to just play along then try to escape.

Too hungry.

Too sleepy.

Too smart.

"Is that seriously how we avoided this... mind control thing?" "Seems like it." If there's one thing we all know now, it's that we're dead if we don't have some kind of safety net. Something to take the fall for us.

Or maybe, someone. The others are drones, likely to report to those... things. "We'll sacrifice them." I confirm, "we have to..." in a situation like this, it's the wolf or the sheep, and anyone with a will to live knows to pick the wolf.

"-and you two." Harlequin started before pausing.

"Fuck doggy style." There's no way he actually wants us to go through with this, right? I follow behind my best friend who was purposely moving slowly to get on all fours. We're so fucking dead. No prep?

For once, I really hope one of the others are nearby. Right as im on my knees behind them, just about to pull their pants off, a firm "stop" echos out.

"Leave the fools alone, Harlequin." Jester chastised, "go back to your posts." I don't hesitate to get up and walk out of eyesight and earshot of them, "Let's avoid being near him.." "I agree..."

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Praise kink

Long day

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Jjk

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Ikevil (Not writing for the vogel boys yet)

The freak circus

Will do:

Certain kinks

Fluff

Agnst

Smut

Won't do:

Piss kink

Scat kink

Rape

Aging up minor characters

Rather than the curse being 'attached' to someone, its attached to an object.

For example my ocs parasite is attached to a necklace he was given at birth.

The parasite doesn't behave as a normal curse, naturally you can change how it acts for your oc, but for mine, it acts as a copycat, the necklace he was given has a cracked mirror on it. It 'reflects' abilities on it and gives that ability to its wearer.

However, i did describe it as a parasite. Not only can the parasite take over its hosts body, but it tends to mess with the hosts memories when it does.

People say you're too paranoid, hyper vigilant, untrusting, they blame *you*. As if you still aren't a lamb that was forced to grow with one goal in mind, SURVIVE.

Most lambs grow to be sheep, or they grow and learn how to protect themselves without overdoing it. You didn't have that option, that choice.

You grew horns, they warn you of anyone and anything that could be a wolf. Friends, family, lovers. Regardless of how close you are to them, they are all at risk of your horns hurting them.

But how could anyone who knows what you've been through blame you, you were just a lamb when you learned not to trust anyone.

How could you trust anyone when the people who raised you are the ones who forced those horns upon your head?

Maybe one day your horns will stop being so prominent, maybe they will fall off.

I want someone to ride me into oblivion. I want them to use me for however long they want. I want them to keep going until their thighs are chaffed. Until my legs are shaking, and I wonder what my name is.

Trying to leave is impossible. By the time you realize how dangerous his love is, it's far too late. He will let you go if you ask, but the thorns will be painfully ripped out, and he hates seeing people he loves in pain. Iris doesn't need someone normal.

He needs someone who will notice things other than beauty. Like the wilting flowers hidden beneath newly blooming one, old and bloody thorns from his past, the flowers that are downright poisonous.

He needs someone who will do the same. Someone who will feed him sickly sweet poison to repay the thorns he has stuck in them. Someone who will show him chipped and broken parts of themselves.

He knows he loves hard, but he needs someone willing to eat the poisonous flowers from his twisted, confusing and dangerous garden of love just as he'll willingly drink the poison that pours from your heart that happens to be considered 'love'."