Invictus Maneo.

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♱ Nico .

♱ It / Its / God .

♱ Sadomasochist . Dominant .

♱ Omniscient . Omnipresent. Omnipotent .

♱ TABOO . NSFW . MDNI .

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#When God is silent — It's your turn to speak. ⤷ Ask replies.

#ALL THINGS MUST ROT. ⤷ Snuff.

#From beyond the grave. ⤷ Necro.

#W R A T H . ⤷ Violent themes.

#To taste your beating heart. ⤷ Cannibalism.

#At God's altar ⤷ Religious themes.

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Two equally possessive, violently jealous individuals who have claimed ownership over one another and are willing to do anything to keep it that way - whether that ends up with the target falling on their significant other, or a stranger. Subtle confessions of love;

"If I can't have you, no one can."

The statement is often paired with a death stare, a monotone voice and slow, careful pronunciation. Quick-tempered as they are, with even quicker reactions — blowout arguments turning physical isn't anything out of the ordinary — and the hate sex makes it all worth it, anyway.

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Calling it "car sex" when in reality it's me pulling your severed lower half out onto the edge of the trunk and using it to get myself off, before dumping it into a ditch to rot alongside the rest of whatever's left of your body.

Don't worry, Darling. I'll visit you again in a week or two.

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It's only rape until I hear the distinct crunch of your windpipe collapsing in on itself, your throat giving in to the ever-tightening grip around it until the absolute final vestiges of oxygen abandon your lungs.

Anything that comes after is nothing short of making love.

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You seem.. oddly familiar. I wonder if we’ve crossed paths before? Happy to see you regardless.

-💉

I definitely wouldn't outright disregard that possibility. My presence has echoed through time and occupied various spaces.

I'd be lying if I said My curiosity wasn't the slightest bit piqued. Familiar in what sense, and to which extent? More like a fading scar you find yourself picking at years later, or a vague, fragmented recollection?

Regardless. Whether this is our first encounter, or we've truly chanced upon one another before, many nights ago — Greetings, and welcome. I'm glad you could join us. It's a pleasure.

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Love your post 🖤🖤🖤

That's very sweet. It might be worth sticking around for a while — more to follow.

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A cold body lies on the colder metal of an embalming table, its hands carefully positioned — the right one cradling a breast, the other reaching between the thighs. The cadaver's death-pale skin looks almost artificial underneath the fluorescent lights, smooth like a baby doll's. A rhythmic, mechanical sound echoes within the mortuary, accompanied by the sounds of the plastic head block moving back and forth against the stainless steel. A mortician sits at the back of the cold room, leaning against the wall — watching the corpse get ravaged by a fuck machine, stroking his dick at the sight.