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the spirit of london at night does not get tummy aches

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the s
the spirit of london at night does not get tummy aches
important announcement
the spirit of london’s new favorite word is as follows:
banger
be sure to use it more often now that you know so that he will look favorably upon you fragile mortals!!
might have a Danny Motta factive but I'm hungry so we can deal with that later
This post isn’t about a AU or Headcanon, this is a fictive edit!
Due to the brainrot of my partner, we formed a Jekyll editive/fictive. Darn you @meliorism-numinous ( @dyad-tmesis).
Anyways, here’s edits I did for him.
(Edits ^)
(Orignals ^)
For more on it, please check this(link)
Something unusual for Dr. Robert Lanyon
Cage made of bones and metal, a sickly circus sideshow hastily painted in reds and golds. It’s a lavish prison, really, and I ought to be grateful. Nobody wants to see an empty cage and nobody wants to contemplate the free beast that the empty cage implies. Together, the object and the animal maintain a fragile sort of balance. The beast would not be fed if it weren’t behind bars, after all. The thing on the inside sharpens its claws against its exhibit, lying in wait for its next meal of warm meat or dizzying nectar. Its favorite prey is humans, but the walls of bone haven’t fallen yet, so it starves.
There’s another man today, another sack of blood and hot flesh in a pretty package. It’s you. Shining, graceful, effortless you. The animal presses forward eagerly. I press forward eagerly. We move in tandem, as we are the same. You unwrap yourself, let the colored paper drift to the floor in coils and shreds. You offer your hands, show me the way those ribbons dug angrily into your soft skin. You’re captive too, but you’ve never been more beautiful.
“You’ve never been more beautiful.”
The words did not come from my mouth.
finished tgs
i feel like im gonna vomit now—it was horribly emotional and i dont think my fuckass body knows how to deal with the “bittersweet” emotion so it’s defaulted to nausea! YAY
-J
goodnight tumblr
if anyone needs me, too bad, i’m sleeping. with robert lanyon. we are going to cuddle so hard. in a dark and mysterious manner of course. kissing the back of his neck with ill intent while he squeezes my hand with his evilly
malicious and twisted whispers such as “i love you” and “sweet dreams robert” and “are you warm now, edward?”