wake up, mrs claus... it's christmas eve... can you fuck all 100 virgin elves hidden throughout santa's workshop before your husband returns from work? hover your cursor over an elf and press F when the Fuck Meter is green to fuck an elf, but look out! if you mistime your fuck, the virginity of nearby elfs will be restored... you have one hour... good luck mrs claus... and to all a good night... ho ha ho... (0/100) (59:58)
oopsie i tripped and spilled my link to archive dot org's downloadable copy of Microsoft office suite for 2007, which features no AI tools and is a powerful word processor that still holds up just fine on windows 10!
THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO ACTUALLY SIT DOWN AND WRITE. I'M SO SORRY.
Anyways, I went a little ham with this. This was written in the perspective of Tenya Asahara, an OC who belongs to @medamorphosis! Kazimir, who is mentioned throughout this, is my OC!
Apologies for the introduction to my writing in this manner. I promise I'm normal, LOL.
Trigger Warnings: implied cannibalism, yandere I suppose? Tenya's a freak, mention of insects, super mild blood
The night raged on, frost collecting on their windowsill as it fell from snow-laden clouds. A room typically for two— yet only one person currently resided within the chilly bedroom. His black hair was tousled by attempts at rest, eyes bloodshot as he wrote in hurried strokes across the journal’s parchment.
Shhhk—!
Shhhk shhhk—!
Shhhk shhhk shhhk—!
The scrawled, quick-paced sound of the quill digging into the journal— frantic thoughts. The man could not sleep without his other half; the man who rescued him from certain doom.
Yet, in that same breath… Kazimir brought another kind of destruction in his wake. Where Tenya was the light, and its purity of destruction— Kazimir was the dark, and its progression of the end. Entropy.
The thought of Kazimir entering their room, catching him in the maddening act— Tenya’s heart pounded in trepidation. The half-drow had seen his worst parts, his own entropic madness, and yet… He still loved him. The ideal of all-encompassing love…
It was too much for Tenya Asahara to bear.
The apostle’s journal entries varied wildly— oscillating between the so-called harmless self-hate, the madness of purity, and the cruelty of his own inner dialogue. Though Kazimir loved him, beyond love for himself— Tenya could never let him know.
He could never let him know how he could not sleep when he was not around.
He could never let him know the way his breath caught in his throat when he left, as though he was suffocating on his own tongue.
He could never let him know— how he wished for Kazimir to kill him— to devour him whole, bones and all.
The door to their shared room cracked open. For a moment, Tenya paused— then hurriedly hid the journal within the confines of the desk. Kazimir finally entered, shutting the door behind him. The hulking dark knight stepped closer towards his apostle, before pulling him into a chilled embrace.
“I missed you,” he said—
And Tenya believed him.
Yet that faint scent of blood that clung to Kazimir, his greatsword, his armor— everything about him… It brought the meek entomologist back to the journal. Thoughts of being slain by that which he studied so fervently. Thoughts of death, and its own embrace.
But what filled his mind so fully was neither of these horrid things— but the smell of the dark knight, who embraced him. His arms were strong— his body even stronger.
But still were those thoughts to be hidden; those vicious desires that Tenya would never share with his lover. To be written away inside that accursed journal, never to be read by another.
two circus guys...... one's a candy homunculus who think he's human and the other is a magician with a horrible gambling addiction. they do NOT get along.