bitterneedles
blurredlinedprincess
ghostwritersyo
superhallmonitorishimaru
burningcards
First batch of the day! Let's get this over with, prompt: I'm here to whip you air-wasters into shape and if God's giving out miracles, I'll manage to mold something society won't weep at out of your sorry, sluggish stupidity.
I don't have anything remarkable to work with, though! A crybaby, a brat, a freak, a dork and our very own Queen of Liars; my hopes are not high, my dear friends! Give me a reason to spare your sorry lives, pronto!












