Mr Goatman

frank is not interested in sacrifices, now. he tries to focus on the present, when there is no present; time dissolves into a spiraling free-fall, a collection of noises that ache inside his skull.

the entity hungers. it always does. it is screaming angrily into the fog, as he drives his knife into body after body after body. kills them with his hands, with his own bloodlust: an echo of his ancestors, bright and burning like a fever, like a vengeful plague.

yes, it hungers. but frank, in contrast, feels vindicated. hot, steaming blood on his mask, dripping over the molded surface like tears. dripping on his jeans. his sneakers. his hands. the snow underneath him.

it feels like food. like his skin is eating the plasma, as it soaks through his clothes. nourished by it, like a cub to its mother's teat. frank feels simultaneously naked, and powerful. free.

@mrgoatman is the last survivor that still breathes.

for this, frank removes his mask. the last one alive. the last supper.

"yeah?" he looms over finnian's injured body. maskless, mask discarded, his eyes catch the light of the moon; it makes him look different, luminous, blood reflecting the moonlight like liquid obsidian. red turning to black.

frank decides to play with the food.

Death stands over them, looking ravenous. (Looking beautiful. Maybe it's the moonlight. Or else the blood loss.) As expected, Death does not laugh at their attempt at levity.

But for some reason Death does not descend on them either.

Although their body can no longer shiver, it apparently can still feel fear; instinctively recognizing that the game has changed, and they don't know the rules. Even here, even now, bleeding out on the ground in an unending winter with Death standing over them, that frightens them more than anything.

"Prove it--?"

"Torture is actually reeaaally ineffective for getting information out of someone. It already got debunked in, like, the 17th century."

"Torture is actually reeaaally ineffective for getting information out of someone. It already got debunked in, like, the 17th century."

content warnings: none that i can find these prompts can be taken as direct dialogue, part of a description you’d use, or just as a prompt. feel free to change the pronouns and input names as you see fit.

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tubefed

we appeal to your basic nature.

chew up the harder facts for you to make them easy to consume.

you won’t have to think too hard.

you won’t have to dig too far.

sanitize the truth for you

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honeythief

sometimes i doubt the path i chose.

sometimes my dreams feel all on hold.

there’s no doubt that this will make me strong.

because it’s the hardest thing i’ve ever done.

and when i’m lost, you search for me.

and when i doubt, you’re my belief.

i’m supposed to be the stronger one.

you always seem to prove that theory wrong.

i’m supposed to be the strong one; you always seem to prove that theory wrong.

still, i hold my breath each time you go.

still, i hold my breath each time you go out in the world that’s beyond my control.

if you are dreaming, i never want to wake you up.

when i’m at my wit’s end and i’m losing my head, you remind me of just how lucky i am.

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everything is ok

break it all down into simplest terms.

there, was that so bad?

you doubt yourself so much you don’t even know what you really want, or how you really feel.

and i’m so tired of you constantly over-thinking.

i know why, because everything’s going ok.

hust your style to break it all into pieces.

disregard your inner monologue, don’t try to drown it out, ’cause it’ll only wear you out.

sometimes things are just beyond control.

that has to be ok, and you don’t have a choice.

everything is unacceptable.

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morsecode

write your codes.

throw me off.

i’ve captured your enigma machine.

better have tried, and consequently fell.

they lacked this fine decoder ring.

i am here, i read you loud and clear.

i sneak inside.

retrace your steps.

movements make motives clear.

your phrases fly and i am fluent now.

you’re coming through without a glitch.

we read you loud and clear.

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stonefruit

dear heart, take a look at you.

i know how it feels.

the bounty of the rain, the bounty of the spring.

dear heart, you can’t keep them all

i wait with eyes closed.

i’ll lighten your load.

truth hurts

remember this: we are pooling our faith.

you said it.

asking for my basket full.

whatever sustains me, gifts and pampers you.

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your friends

your friends.

we are your soldiers sworn to protect your character, and there is no attack for which we’re not prepared.

when you need us, we’re there. if you need us, we’re there.

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the ratio of freckles to stars

but i don’t think i can wait; i’ve been living for this day.

i think that if i do or don’t, it’ll turn out the same way, but i can’t seem to pull myself away.

and i hope that’s ok.

even just the very thought makes me want to stay.

this is more than i can take.

i fear my heart will burst or break.

if there;s a thing as too much joy i will be taken away.

if i wrap you up inside of me, kiss your fingers greedily, i will lose track of the floor, i will lose track of my feet.

all that you’ve conquered was already yours.

all that you’ve longed for is painted on my arms.

here, i can take you.

but i don’t know what to say, all my language slipped away.

i only know that i am yours and i hope you take the hint.

be still my sweaty little heart.

you are my every waking thought.

if there’s a thing as too much love, i am guilty as i stand.

if i dive head first straight into you the way i’ve always wanted to, i can’t be held responsible; there’s no telling what i’ll do.

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wholeness

how can i learn to let go, now that you have shown that you are strong enough, but i am not.

how can i let the world rough you around when i’m not there? i can’t protect you.

why does life have to rob you of your Innocence and faith for you to be a grown up?

the only thing that gives me strength when i am deep in doubt is your nature.

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today

today i feel surrounded.

today i am connected.

today i am a part of something more, as if every cell were singing.

still, i can’t embrace it.

every silver lining has a cloud, but not so far.

i keep waiting for the shoe to drop, waiting for the axe to fall. and it will happen, this I know. just not so far.

today i feel like dancing. i never feel like dancing.

it’s like even the weather suits my mood.

my entire soul is ringing.

still, i can’t accept it.

i keep looking for the thing to bring me down, though i can’t explain my reasons to you.

i think we are the same.

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hollow bones

i understand the principle, wrapped it up inside my skull, i just cannot seem to make it real.

and even without hollow bones, and burdened down by all these clothes against the forces of the earth, i swear that i will make it real.

and when we go, take nothing with us.

and when it’s cold, then they will miss us.

i just cannot seem to make it fly.

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i am warm

my legacy a string of losses.

my god, i ask, how can you do this? you made the sun, the world your canvas. with all this i can see how i’m unimportant.

could this be some grand coincidence? or is it true? it only comes from you.

in this dream, i am warm.

there are hands in my hair, and it’s good to be there.

when i need you, you’re not there. maybe you think i’m stronger than I really am.

i wave my hand and nothing happens. i set my scene and i can’t play it.

but you make a mean sunset. makes me wonder where i stand

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things stay the same

i don’t think that you’re being unreasonable.

you wait.

these are such basic things, you shouldn’t have to voice them, but you do.

and in your mind everything is quantified and sharpened.

it seems you have forgotten me. i will remind you. it seems you’re overlooking me. i will find you. you seem not to care for me. did you ever try to?

am I really so hard to love?

someone needs to hold you before you slip away.

because you always leave us guessing.

          ❝  what  happened  to  “ love  is  love ”?   what  happened  to  not  judging  people  based  on  who  they  like?  ❞