Jack Of Spades

I am an enjoyer of fucked up fiction. Yes, all of it. The incest, the underage, the blood and guts and the non/con and the things I don't personally enjoy I still support because I know for a fact that you're not morally corrupt for enjoying fucked up fiction!

And you don't need a personal sob story or a victim free pass to be allowed to like these things either or explain yourself in any way. Fictional people cannot be warned and real people can just look away and mind their own business.

Look inside.

You're more likely to make excuses for yourself and let actual bad things happen around you than anyone who's real about what they like and why they like it.

Meant to wear blood like Lip Gloss, smeared on by a gentle thumb.

Meant to be bitten, Canines in deep, jaw clenched in a vice just to prove they'll Stay Forever, attached to each other throught the Holes Carved into your bodies.

Meant to love each other like a Knife loves Flesh, like a Fishing Hook gets caught and the Line ties you in Knots and Cuts through your gills, like a Splinter loves to get caught beneath the Skin, and you need tweezers to get it out now but damn at this point it'll probably Hurt less just to Leave it in. Thorn in you side, it's been Stuck there so long it's a Part of You.

Meant to be turned Red, deeper than just the Flush of Heat in your cheeks.

Meant to break a Rib to get to a Heart beneath.

Morpheus: I am a star now :)

an idea, a horrific idea pops in his head as he rushes to the bathroom. he turns the light on and with a click, his worst unimaginable nightmare come to life. staring back at him was the face of nigel colbie, pale skin and red chapped lips and bedhead and all.

alex stares at the reflection looking back at him, seeing a panicked emotion that has never been expressed through this specific face. alex almost shake with anticipation. anticipation for what?