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utl-castellanos replied to your post “When you feel like starting this blog over because you miss being on...”

*taps your shoulder, holds out coffee*

Takes the coffee. Drinks that shit like a tired champ. Best partner ever right here for getting his Jo a cup of Joe.

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Something tells me he is.

#beautiful #i dont even remember my ooc tag :/

When you feel like starting this blog over because you miss being on it, deep sigh.

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Sorry I haven’t been on this blog in a while. I’ve been busy with other muses. I’ve got like four other ones to deal with, isthatcheryl whitecoatcutie fanatiicism doorchallenged. I’m going around on most of them to try and do some replies, or something.

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#How about no #poorlittlejoseph

Happy birthday, Joseph. I thought it was fitting since you’re a little BITCH.

xoxo Shadow

Wow. How fucking rude.

#poorlittlejoseph #it's true though #submission

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“You DENSE fucker,” she snorts, reaching up and digging her fingers into his jaw. “Is that all you think I want? You’re the last person in this damn town that I wanna screw, Joe~”

With a dramatic sigh, she lets go and tries to make herself comfortable. “I’m just SO bored here! Nothing to do, no one to fight. It’s so DULL.”

And then she swung at him.

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Exhilirating.

Every time she struck out at him. Made his skin bloom hot--RED--with anger, but left his tongue dry and wordless for a brief moment. No sex, which was fine. He didn’t want that either, in all honesty. When she swung, Joseph blocked. Sloppy on both their parts. She missed his face, yes, but not by much. If Joseph hadn’t swayed away from the blow, and lifted his arm in defense a second later, her punch would have made it’s mark on his cheek. A grin broke out across lips.

"--Let's take this outside. If you want a bit of fun.." There's his voice. "How about we fight in the mud. "

It had been raining earlier, maybe, it still was.

#sabinecastellanos #[lets fight outside babe]

“You’re looking well..”

”--We should change that.”

#poorlittlejoseph

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The moment that jubilant laughter met Corey’s ears he jerked his head back. Their gazes locked and not once did Joseph’s waver as he spoke. Never once did that maddening smirk leave his cracked lips. Corey stared back at him, incandescent eyes piercing right through him. By the time the lesser Haunted finished speaking he’d imagined at least seven different ways he could end his pathetic life, each one more awful than the last.

Corey jerked his wrist from the man’s grasp and ripped the blade across his abdomen without warning, tearing both flesh and clothing in one smooth movement. Within several seconds Joseph’s shirt was becoming saturated by blood in a great, crimson swath. Corey pushed him back by the throat with a grip like iron. Smoke poured from his nostrils and from between his sharpened teeth like dragon’s breath.

“Whatever delusion of value you have on your life,” his voice was dangerously calm, “That’s all it is: A delusion.”

His hold shifted instead to the lesser Haunted’s jaw. He gripped him hard enough to bruise, keeping his head tilted back and that vulnerable throat exposed–stretched taut.

“Your time here ends whenever I decide it does.”

He held the blade of his knife against the smaller male’s neck, now, pressing the tip into his pulse point.

“Keep running that mouth of yours; I dare you.”

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Something inside the lesser haunted wanted to push back against the anger Corey displayed--wanted so badly to be bled dry. He knew how to get that, knew every button he needed to push, and somewhere, he knew it was what the greater haunted wanted from him as well.

Suffering--it was what they both wanted for Joseph. Or so, that's what the detective had thought. Did Corey not understand? Joseph knew full well he could die here if the other haunted thought he should. He wanted it. Craved the inevitable end that stated how meaningless his existence truly was. If it didn't show in his words then it showed in the way his body responded to torture.

Sucking in a breath, he quivered when cold steel met skin. Where thoughts started words began. They bled from his mouth like the color bled from the shallow wound. Even with a blade at his throat and his shirt saturated with his blood he wouldn't back down.

"C o r e y..."

The name left Joseph's tongue drawn out and warm. Cheeks were flush. lips parted, body so full of heat despite the blood trailing from his abdomen; there needed to be more.

"Make me hurt."

Make him scream in agony and bleed him dry while you're at it because the pain he felt now wasn't enough. No where near enough.

#[ this is late and it's also crap #sorry ]#;;;;;#mrxnknown