#flint strikes

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“oh i get it u really like f/o” no u don’t get it. u’ll never understand how much i wanna rip that man apart with my teeth. i wanna butcher him and package his meat and sell it. my god i am deranged

hey anon where's ur butcher shop I'll buy some :3

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The feeling of your pulse quickened under rough fingers, as a grip on your throat tightened. A garbled sound choked it way out of your mouth as your vision swims; you can see them. That's all that matters, though.

Nothing else.

Just that face in front of yours, watching the way your eyes dart about. Watching how you gasp and sputter and try, oh how you try, to get air to your lungs... yet how you fail.

The cold air of curiosity on their face never falters as you loose sight of them.

You couldn't ask for a better way to die.

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Pls consider; your f/o, bruised and bloody, kneeling in front of you and thanking you for each strike, each blow, you land on them. New bruises bloom, overlapping with the old and creating a mottled gradient on their skin. Blood drips from their busted lip.

Maybe you're feeling more delicate. Maybe they're strapped down to a steel table, the cold metal sapping warmth from their body. A sharp blade glints in your hand as you bring it over their flesh, letting it bite into the skin where you desire a new cut. The old wounds are still healing, after all. Best to leave them be. You'll be able to work that area again soon enough. You drag your fingers in the blood oozing from a long gash along their chest, slipping a finger inside a little. The whimpers and groans that fill your ears elicit such a feeling of calm in you.

You adore your little masochist, and how they let you do anything to them.

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hey would you guys write necro? youve never included it in a limits post before but it is pretty extreme so i want to ask before i just go and send an ask about it

UhhHHHH idk about Crow I'll go kick someone's ass to find out (read; Crow's ass)

But for me it would depend on details rlly- like. To put it as uh, bluntly as possible, the fresher the better 😅 personally for me if I was offed during the do and it's the final spasms of my body that does it for them and they keep going? Yeah I'm probs fine w that, I'd give it a shot lol (probs fine bc Idk how well I'd write it LOL)

But if I've been,,, marinating. So to speak. For a while. Mmmmmm I'd rather not lol I lurk in decomp groups I Have Seen Things skfjjdjak

- Flint

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“A struggle just makes it all the sweeter~” They drawl in your ear, fingertips ghosting along your skin. 

“But do you really think you can win against me, your nightmare?”

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I can’t believe I gotta say this but for fucks sake If a blog says 18 and older only and ur not 18 dont follow or interact with the blog I just had to remove a 16 year old who just followed this blog When you dont’t have ur age but ur posting NSFT stuff Im takin it on faith, BUT if its found out ur a kid ur gettin BLOCKED good n proper Its literally a legal thing my dudes for your safety and ours 

dont be a fuckin stupid paperclip 

~ Flint, who’s pissed and needs to get roughly dicked ffs  

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Crow and I, reading the prompts in the inbox that are stacking up bc what is writing? We just don't know.

All the prompts we've collected since the inbox opened are LOVELY keep them coming you absolute sinners

~ Flint

Ps; whenever u reblog and leave feedback in the tags we both gush over it bc AHHHHHHH

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god like… cowboy f/os, sure, but cowboy LAWMAN f/os… i want that man to LOCK me UP

listen, I may be 1312 but anon... you're on to something fun here... I am a sucker for cowboy stuff...