#prompt 008

[strifesworndavid]

Halloween's never exactly been David's jam, so the costume mostly jeans lean on an old trope. Play the fool, let people make assumptions, all that jazz. Black and white jester's attire, complete with a mask to cover his face with. Easy to slip away amidst a crowd, easy to avoid attention with, given recent developments he clearly functioned better without all the eyes on him, and when they were... Well, a fool was what they got to see.

[maddeningmoonlight]

PROMPT: 008

Lucian like the little scion of madness his is is going as a serial killer, the mask will be on most of the night though he will reveal himself at some point to the on point, and sharply drawn clown face underneath.

White button down, black suspenders and pleated school boy shorts, complete with the calf high black stocks and black loafers. An outfit perfect for spiking the punchbowl.

[lacking-in-eloquence]

You are a third class time-traveler, so the only thing you can do is control the Mandela Effect.

Prompt 008

[adequatetoextraordinary]

Writing Prompt #008

“And then he said my attitude sucked, like this wasn’t a well known fact BEFORE we went tumbling down the hill.”

[sedehaven]

The Lost Weeks

Seven days without Jesus makes one weak. So what does seven weeks without Jesus do? I am weak, at war with my heart which has fallen for a boy who has no use for church. He makes me weak. Weaker than weeks without Jesus. And my weakness for weekly devotions and prayers and psalms is proving so much weaker than my weakness for daily devotions from him, and so weeks have gone by since I’ve warmed a pew, though just a few hours since I’ve warmed him. Oh, I am so weak. The weeks make me weaker. I call to Jesus when I am with him. This godless boy makes me a believer.

[uruhaxrukifanfics]

prompt 008; Angry Sex

Being with Ruki has undoubtedly brought the best out of Uruha...but also surfaced the worst.

Uruha didn't like fighting. In fact, he tried his best to avoid doing so. When he saw an argument just broading on the horizon with the way Ruki found ways to twist his words, his glares and sharp tongue pressing more and more at his patients, he thought it best that he shut his lips tight and glare back with a cold yet silent warning. He never was the type to grow angry - Ruki did enough of that for the both of them. Instead he grew cold, his words sharp and harsh as he he'd close his fingers against the palm of his hand in a way to calm and steady his flaring temper with each unthoughtful lashing that was thrown at him in irritation and anger.

But Ruki was pushing it - oh, was indeed he pushing it - and in order to prevent himself from doing what he'd probably regret later he reached out swiftly to grip firmly at Ruki's wrist, only to have the vocalist demand between a hiss to not touch him as he snatched himself free. Sadly Uruha was never too keen on obeying orders - he fucking hated being told what to do - and with it being said in such a tone Ruki used with him only made him want to do the opposite.

He backed him against the opposite wall with a deep frown, his arms caging the vocalist as he settled the palms of his hands heavily against the wall on each side of him. Hands pressed at Uruha's chest, fingers briefly gripping the fabric of his shirt before hitting with swears tumbling from his full lips in his bought of an angry fit, and Uruha had enough. He grabbed for Ruki's hands before pinning them above his head against the wall with a snarl; holding them by the wrists while pressing his body flush against the shorter man, both glaring heatedly with deep frowns...and Uruha cursed himself for his body reacting in the most inappropriate times.

He blamed Ruki for still looking mighty attractive while angry as they breathed a bit unevenly - coffee brown eyes glaring, his cheeks flushed in flared anger and his full lips parting to form a hiss of "fuck you", and Uruha claimed those full lips for his own taking to shut him up in a hard yet deep kiss while ignoring the bit of protest that came in the form of struggling as Ruki tried to tilt his head away. But he kissed back. He kissed back just as hard with a low groan caught between a soft gasp as Uruha pressed his hips forward with a groan of his own to rub and grind heatedly, and it made them both wonder if any of them should be this hard and needy as Uruha released Ruki's wrists to grab firmly the back of his thighs after running his hands over the swell of Ruki's arse and simply lift him so the vocalist could wrap his legs around Uruha's waist.

They kissed deeply, roughly, as Ruki fisted firmly a lock of Uruha's hair in his hold as they collapsed in a heap after Uruha carelessly pushed aside the neatly stacked magazines on the coffee table.

Uruha impatiently undid the button of Ruki's pants with a firm yank, successfully popping the button before tugging the annoying fabric while sucking with no mercy at a spot along the exposed column of Ruki's rather sensitive neck, rubbing deeply at his crotch once able to slip his hand inside while the other busied with rolling and rubbing a  nipple underneath the pad of his thumb and pointer finger after removing the other's shirt.

Against Ruki's thick moan as he arched and the burning desire to fuck him hard and thoroughly until he couldn't take anymore while writhing and crying out beneath him, Uruha decided that he would not hold himself at all tonight.

After all, it was only fair punishment.