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Send me an emoji!
💌: I’d love to send you more messages and asks but you make me nervous!
😊: You’re sweet. You’ve made me smile before.
🙏: I’m a little afraid that you’ll unfollow me.
🔪: I’d hate to get on your bad side.
😶: I’m honored that you’re even following me tbH.
👾: Your theme is awesome!
🌄: GO TO BED.
💉: Talking to you or seeing you on my dash makes me feel better.
😐: I don’t understand half the things you reblog but I support you anyway.
🌑: You come off as cold, impersonal.
👒: You come off as very friendly!
🌃: I’d like to spend more time talking to you.
🎭: You sure do get into a lot of drama…
😄: I can always count on you to like/reply to my personal posts.
🍥: Your aesthetic is very streamlined. It’s clear you’re picky about the stuff you reblog.
🍬: You’re sweet, but I feel like I know very little about you as a person.
🐟: Your blog isn’t quite my “type.”
😅: I often worry about upsetting you or scaring you off.
😇: Every single interaction we’ve had so far has been positive.
🐱: You’re cute‼︎
🌱: I’d love to get to know you better.
☔️: You seem unhappy.
😃: I love seeing you in my notifications!
🐸: You act goofy.
💻: Are you ever not online?
❄️: Your BYF struck me as kind of harsh, but I followed you anyway.
😆: You’ve made me laugh out loud before.
💔: You’ve disappointed me before.
📺: We have similar interests!
🔈: We have similar tastes in music.
🌊: You have a lot of personality.
😀: I would consider us friends.
🎀: We have similar aesthetics!
🍳: This is an egg in a frying pan!
🎉: I get really happy when I see positive personal posts from you, even when I don’t fully understand the context!
😈: I know your secret~
🌴: I’m jealous of you.
✨: Could you, like, chill a little bit maybe? Like in general? Please?
🎶: I associate you with a specific song or musician.
👟: I feel as though you’re out of my league.
🐚: I find your blog very calming.
👀: I’ve vagued about you before.
🍰: I might recognize you if I ran into you on the street.
😂: I’m comfortable around you.
🌈: Sometimes I see your selfies and think to myself: “I’m gay.”
🌹: I wouldn’t mind going on a date with you.
😓: I’ve talked to you before and it made me a little nervous!
👑: You’re vain.
📝: I know a lot about you just from following you on Tumblr.
🌙: You’re beautiful.
🍓: You remind me of someone…
😒: I honestly don’t know why I’m even still following you at this point.
😳: I’ve learned things about you that have surprised me a lot!
🐭: Please be kinder to yourself.
😑: -__-
👔: I think you’re someone who takes themself very seriously.
🍉: I wish we lived closer to each other.
🍭: You confuse me.
😮: I wish I could give you some advice.
💐: I have a crush on you.
😁: You’re a little awkward, but I find it endearing.
💕: I love you‼︎
👍: I like you. Just, in general. I think you’re a genuinely good person.
Text Game Announcement
Within the next coming few weeks, a post will soon be created detailing and showing off Daybreak Isles and Haya’s sailboat. This is important because it will be an interactive map that my followers my view and send in asks about. You the people will be collectively controlling the actions of the challenger, Spunk. I encourage you to solve riddles and puzzles, and work together to piece together the story. Only by doing this will you be able to challenge Haya to a game, and meet her minor bosses. Most importantly, have fun!!
Computer: dye hair neon pink, trim to chin length
Looking so adorably upset and shocked after i wandered into the wrong department while looking at my phone and now I’ve been reassigned from superstar administrator and caseworker to designated test subject for the latest generation of autoclosets, and R&D just can’t seem to get the emo girl settings where they want them.
[Beginning test 45, viewers please submit makeover parameters to help refine algorithm~<3]
Looking so adorably upset and shocked after i wandered into the wrong department while looking at my phone and now I’ve been reassigned from superstar administrator and caseworker to designated test subject for the latest generation of autoclosets, and R&D just can’t seem to get the emo girl settings where they want them.
[Beginning test 45, viewers please submit makeover parameters to help refine algorithm~<3]
Layla Rose Character Customization!
As promised when I hit 2500 followers, I made my own character sheet! (Minor liberties were, of course, taken for my privacy.)
You have obtained access to a character customization menu that affects me, Layla, specifically!
I'm going to let people each do their own sheet to transform me. So let's go over the rules!
Submit things to change, add, or remove as Asks.
If you submit your changes anonymously, be sure to add some signature so I know whose sheet to change! Something like: - Cloveranon
DO NOT make me under 18.
Filth and feet kinks are a no-go, please.
Please keep me in a femme or femme-adjacent identity
While my background can be altered, it isn't my place to portray race-specific kinks, so don't expect that.
Anyway, those are all the rules for now until I think of more! Hit up my inbox and change my reality to suit your perverted tastes!
Chose Your Own Smutty Adventure: Road Trip, Part One
If you're new to my CYOSA and would like to read the smutty story that introduced these characters, then here are links to part one, part two, and part three. But, I'm trying to keep this story self contained!
Your front door slams hard as you fling it closed and immediately collapse on your sofa, letting your body rag doll over the arm and rolling into a comfortable position. The last year has been so hard, balancing school and work, it has felt impossible to have a second to yourself.
You sigh in relief as you flip on the tv and zone out watching Youtube. In just a few hours you're going to begin a well deserved vacation. A road trip across the southwest states, seeing national parks and theme parks and who knows what else. You don't have much time to relax here, you do need to be going to bed so you can get up in time to start your trip. Driving through the desert at noon sounds horrifyingly hot, so you're hitting the road while the sun's still down.
Your phone vibrates in your pocket. Wasting no time at all you pull it out and check it. A new text from Mordred. You open it and unsurprisingly read, "Don't forget your collar." You smile. This is the the most Mordred thing to worry about before a trip. Not clothes, not toothpaste, not cash. "I won't forget my collar :)" you text back.
You sit just for a little longer watching a video essay about something inane, but once you start to feel your eyes droop you stand up and snap off the tv. You undress, shower, check that your luggage is properly packed, and then you finally lay down in bed. You check that your alarm is set correctly 6 times before you trust yourself and begin to doze. It doesn't take long for you to pass out, but as your eyes finally close for good-
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
It's now 5 hours later. The sun still is not up, but your excitement energizes you enough to launch you out of bed. You throw on your favorite comfy shorts and an old t-shirt. Though you'd usually try to dress nicely to see Mordred, you are going to be driving across a state, so you want to comfortable. You once again check that your luggage is packed right, triple check that all electronics are unplugged, grab your wallet and head out the door (though you double check that you've locked it before you go). It's finally time to begin your long awaited adventure. You walk out to the apartment complex's parking lot and throw your bag in the trunk.
It's a short drive to Mordred's apartment. You can drive the path from muscle memory alone, and with no cars on the road you make the drive in record time. You sit in your car outside and text her that you've arrived, and a few minutes later she emerges from her building. Tugging a bag with a broken wheel and a purse under her arm, she walks up to the car in a very loose black tank top and a short black skirt. You push the button to pop the trunk and she throws her bag in before joining you in the passenger seat. "Sup slut," she yawns at you. She buckles up and you lose your train of thought as you admire her body and short, shoulder length hair. "Hm? You good?"
"Y-yeah! I just haven't seen you in a while!"
"Awww, my precious little pet missed meeee! You're such a good puppy!" she sticks her tongue out as she teases you. "Hey, wait, where's your collar?"
"It's in my bag..."
"And not on your neck?"
"Well, you just said not to forget it, not that I needed to wear it..."
"I take it back." She yawns again. "You're a disobedient pup!"
You start to feel a little bad, but no time passes until she chuckles and says, "Guess I'm going to have to punish you on this trip." She then leans over and kisses you on your cheek. You blush a little. You start to feel cheery and energized again and you finally start the car and begin the drive.
The drive starts out very, very boring. You are driving through a city after all. There's nothing interesting to look at and once you get out of the town you have to go through the equally boring suburbs, and then into the great darkness that is the middle of nowhere outside of town. You can't see a thing except for what the headlights illuminate, which is nothing but road. Mordred takes control of the radio, putting on her weird obscure metal bands to try and keep herself awake, but ultimately she passes out, her head leaning against the window snoring. You change the music to your familiar brand of pop punk and just keep driving.
The hours pass, the sun begins to peak at you from the horizon, revealing beautiful mountains and plant life. You have officially entered the mountains and left the city behind. Mordred stirs from time to time but for the most part she sleeps through this part of the drive. The landscape slowly changes over time, mountains and hills, trees and rivers, until eventually the plant life grows fainter, the colors start to become muted. You're getting closer and closer to the deserts of the Southwest.
Mordred stretches, finally waking up. "So where are we?"
"I'm not sure honestly, my phone lost signal and Maps hasn't updated in an hour. But, it's a straight path so I'm assuming we're coming up on the Utah border."
"Utah? Gross."
You drive together in silence, the music having cut out a while ago and you've just been to lazy to put something else on. Mordred looks around the car, "I'm bored."
"Uhh, what do you want me to do about it?"
"Hm. Good question." She seems to have missed the sarcasm of your comment. "Got it. Moan for me."
It takes a second for you to understand what she said. "Moan?"
"That's what I said, moan."
You look at her for a second, confused, but you try to comply and start to fake moan.
"No, no, no, that was awful! Here, let me help!" She grabs you between your legs, causing you to swerve for a moment, but you get back under control while she starts to rub you through your shorts.
"Hey, I'm driving!"
"Mhmm, that's what makes this very interesting to me." She keeps rubbing you through your shorts. It's somewhat muted compared to the real thing, but it fills you with joy all the same. You try to keep composure while you drive the car, but you just can't help it and begin to slouch and let of moans. "There it is! That's the moan I like!"
You're slouching, enjoying the ecstasy flowing through your body, keeping the steering wheel under control with both hands. And then, as you begin to think you can balance this feeling and driving alright, Mordred begins to pull your shorts down as much as she can in this position. You're trying to focus on the road, hoping what ever she has in mind isn't too crazy. She reaches her hand into your shorts and begins to use her hand to rub you directly, the shock of it making you swerve in another lane somewhat. "Don't you dare crash the car, slut." Despite saying that, she continues, clearly torturing you.
You do continue to swerve a little, but even with the distraction you focus as hard as you can to keep yourself from going out of your lane. Seemingly determined to make you crash, Mordred begins to lift your shirt and kiss up the side of your stomach and chest, until she reaches your nipple and starts to suck. Assaulted on top and below, you do begin to slip, the car stays in it's lane, but the car is drifting all over the place.
Finally Mordred let's up on you. "Pull over." With what she's been doing, you have no reason to argue. You pull off into the dirt patch beside the road. Mordred hops out of the car, walks around to your side, and opens your door, "What's the matter?" she asks. "Don't you want to cum? Get in the back seat." Once again, you don't need to be told twice. You get out of the car and get into the back, you try to lay down, but it's a bit small, so you end up sitting up with your back against the passenger side door and your legs spread out on the seat. Mordred crawls her way in and, after pulling your shorts down one more time, she begins to lick and suck you. You moan, loudly, which seems to please her, motivating her to go at you even more intensely. Your whole body feels amazing, despite being so cramped. You close your eyes tight as it just continues to overwhelm you. "How are you so good at this," you moan. She ignores you, focused on her work.
After what feels like forever, that feeling of pressure arrives. You're going to cum. But, as if she can sense this, Mordred lifts her head, replacing it with her hand to slowly play with you. "I know that face! Someone wants to cum~!" It's hard to focus on her words while she continues to play with you. It may not make you cum, but it's keeping that pressure present and it feels so very good. Mordred chuckles, "You look so pathetic! You need to cum, don't you!" You can't put words together, you just nod your head. "Well, sweety, if you beg for it, I might let you cum!" She keeps working on you, and you keep moaning and panting, "So, are you gonna beg to cum, slut?"
This young man thinks it is normal to fantasize about being a girl...
BLAST HIM WITH THE GENDER BEAM!!!!!!!!!!
Vote Now to Choose Which Setting to Use!
Choose Your Own Smutty Halloween Adventure - Round One
"Hi there dear readers! This is technically a sequel, the prequel being here. Go read it! It'll introduce you to the characters! Or don't and read the actual smut. Up to you!"
"Who are you talking to?" The naked Delilah questions from the stage.
Mordred walks up to Delilah, leans down, and whispers in her ear. Delilah gasps in horror. "So, you gonna be quiet while I do my show?" Delilah nods. "Thank you."
"Welcome back to The Fucking Game!" A mysterious studio audience cheers. "Thank you, thank you! Last time on the show, I introduced you to our lovely contestants, and the fuck toy to be, Delilah!" More crowd cheers. "Well, now, let's see how everyone voted!"
"So, the fan picked winner was non other than The Demon Queen herself, Lilith!"
Audience applause and cheers are heard.
"And now my dear readers, here is Lilith's date with Delilah!
A curtain falls, blocking your view of the set. Shuffling is heard from behind it. When the curtain finally rises again, the game show set is gone. No chairs, no chains, no yellow wallpaper, no traces left. Instead, what you see is a room of rock and fire, as if you were in a cave that has flames spreading all around. But, in the center of this room, is a slab of rock, and on this slab of rock sits Delilah, coming too as if she had been asleep. As she shifts you can see that a pentagram has been painted on the rock slab. She is an offering.
Delilah groggily speaks out, “Where am I? What’s going on?” Her naked body sweats from the heat of the flames that surround her. She would run, but the fire is trapping her in place.
And then, Lilith walks into sight, walking up to Delilah and runs her hand through Delilah’s hair. Delilah begins begging, “Please let me go, please, please, please-”
“Now, why would I allow my new soul go? You’re mine. Given to me.”
“Please, please, please let me go-”
Lilith begins to slide her black panties down, slowly revealing her red cock. Delilah slowly watches this confused, her cock is way bigger than those panties could have hidden. Lilith takes her panties by two fingers and hangs them over Delilah, and suddenly they are set ablaze. The panties morph, slowly becoming a black liquid dripping onto Delilah’s back and neck. Like hot wax it burns Delilah’s skin, causing her to squirm and whine.
“Please, please-”
Drip. Drip. Drip. Lilith watches with a smile as she slowly burns her toy. A slow agony that feels like eternity, finally the panties are gone, and finally Delilah knows some form of relief. “Please let me go…”
Lilith uses her right hand to lift Delilah’s chin so she’s looking right into Lilith's eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” Lilith’s left hand starts to run through Delilah’s hair slowly, “Do you truly not want what I have to offer? What you want is important…”
Delilah is about to ask to leave, but Lilith’s left hand penetrates her head, almost phasing through. She can feel Lilith’s nails pierce her brain. Her mouth moves on it’s own, “Please fuck me, please use me like I’m nothing, destroy all the humanity I have left, make me drown in your cum!” Delilah is shocked at what her own voice said.
Lilith laughs as she pulls her hand out of Delilah's head. “Well, if that’s what you want, fuck toy.”
Delilah doesn’t understand, that’s not what she wanted to say. “Mm, fuck me please, ruin me~” Delilah would never say that! Her body moves against her will, crawling on her hands and knees in a circle until her butt faces Lilith, and then she pushes her ass in the air, presenting to her. “No no no this isn’t right” Delilah thinks. “Please fuck my ass, my Queen.” Delilah says.
Lilith grabs Delilah by her hips. “If that’s what you wish!” Lilith lifts her cock and rubs the head on Delilah’s hole. Delilah let’s out a slight moan. “Please, please, please, please let me go” is what she thinks, but “Please, please, please, I need your cock!” is what she says. Lilith, not one to disappoint, pushes her cock in, nice and slow. Delilah moans long and slow as Lilith’s huge cock forces its way into her. Once Lilith’s crotch finally hit’s Delilah’s ass, she pulls it out, all the way. And, then she forces her way back in, all the way. Delilah is moaning in pure ecstasy.
From the other side of the room, another person walks out of the shadows. It’s also Lilith. A second Lilith, cock and all. “Look at you, you were born to be a hole!” The second Lilith laughs. The second Lilith begins to undo her bra, revealing her huge, red tits and holds the bra above Delilah with two fingers. Just as the panties did, the bra catches on fire, and becomes a black liquid that slowly drips onto Delilah’s back. Delilah let’s out an agonized cry as the hot liquid hits her while Lilith speeds up how fast she fucks her. Drip. Drip. Drip. Lilith fucks her faster. Drip Drip Drip. Faster. Drip. Drip. Drip. Faster. Delilah is having a hard time knowing what to feel. Pleasure from the anal. Pain from the liquid. It’s getting fused together in her head, both hurt, both please.
Once the bra is completely gone, the second Lilith wastes no time to lift her cock and force it into Delilah’s mouth. Delilah feels it force her way down her throat, though only momentarily, as Lilith then begins to thrust back and forth, slamming the cock into Delilah’s throat again and again. Both her holes are full of demon cock. No matter how much she resists it, she can’t escape it. She is nothing but a toy for the Demon Queen.
Both Lilith’s moan as they finally let go inside Delilah. Delilah doesn’t even notice Lilith cum in her ass, because she’s preoccupied by Lilith cumming in her mouth. There’s so much cum, and Lilith is still fucking her throat. Lilith keeps cumming and cumming, it’s all Delilah can taste, it’s all Delilah can smell, Delilah can’t breathe. There’s so much cum, air can’t get in. She’s choking on it. She’s breathing cum. And, then, when Delilah thinks she can’t take it anymore, she blacks out, drowning in Lilith’s cum.
A curtain from nowhere falls, blocking the scene of Delilah’s deflowering. When the curtain rises, we are once again met with game show set, all five contestants sitting in their chairs, Delilah laying stomach down on the ground her wrists chained to the wall. As Delilah regains consciousness, she begins to cough, cum coming up her throat that she spits out. A studio audience laughs.
The host, Mordred, walks back on screen. “Wasn’t that just lovely?!” A studio audience cheers. Mordred walks up to Lilith, sitting in her chair, “So, Lilith, how did you feel about your date with the lovely Delilah?”
Mordred moves the microphone over to Lilith’s mouth, “Well, I’d say it was a lot of fun! I think Delilah and I still have a lot that we can learn from each other. But, whether I win or lose, her eternal soul is mine!” The studio audience laughs.
“Well then!” Mordred says looking directly at you, the reader, “The night is young, and The Fucking Game is just beginning! We will once again take an audience poll to decide who else gets a chance to fuck Delilah in round one!”
The audience cheers.
“But, this time, it’ll be a flash poll! Only a one day vote, not a week long one!”
The audience gasps with surprise.
“After this next date, we will have a week long poll to decide who is the first contestant, eliminated from The Fucking Game! But, for now, who is Delilah fucking tomorrow?”
Choose Your Own Smutty Halloween Adventure - Round One
"Hi there dear readers! This is technically a sequel, the prequel being here. Go read it! It'll introduce you to the characters! Or don't and read the actual smut. Up to you!"
"Who are you talking to?" The naked Delilah questions from the stage.
Mordred walks up to Delilah, leans down, and whispers in her ear. Delilah gasps in horror. "So, you gonna be quiet while I do my show?" Delilah nods. "Thank you."
"Welcome back to The Fucking Game!" A mysterious studio audience cheers. "Thank you, thank you! Last time on the show, I introduced you to our lovely contestants, and the fuck toy to be, Delilah!" More crowd cheers. "Well, now, let's see how everyone voted!"
"So, the fan picked winner was non other than The Demon Queen herself, Lilith!"
Audience applause and cheers are heard.
"And now my dear readers, here is Lilith's date with Delilah!
A curtain falls, blocking your view of the set. Shuffling is heard from behind it. When the curtain finally rises again, the game show set is gone. No chairs, no chains, no yellow wallpaper, no traces left. Instead, what you see is a room of rock and fire, as if you were in a cave that has flames spreading all around. But, in the center of this room, is a slab of rock, and on this slab of rock sits Delilah, coming too as if she had been asleep. As she shifts you can see that a pentagram has been painted on the rock slab. She is an offering.
Delilah groggily speaks out, “Where am I? What’s going on?” Her naked body sweats from the heat of the flames that surround her. She would run, but the fire is trapping her in place.
And then, Lilith walks into sight, walking up to Delilah and runs her hand through Delilah’s hair. Delilah begins begging, “Please let me go, please, please, please-”
“Now, why would I allow my new soul go? You’re mine. Given to me.”
“Please, please, please let me go-”
Lilith begins to slide her black panties down, slowly revealing her red cock. Delilah slowly watches this confused, her cock is way bigger than those panties could have hidden. Lilith takes her panties by two fingers and hangs them over Delilah, and suddenly they are set ablaze. The panties morph, slowly becoming a black liquid dripping onto Delilah’s back and neck. Like hot wax it burns Delilah’s skin, causing her to squirm and whine.
“Please, please-”
Drip. Drip. Drip. Lilith watches with a smile as she slowly burns her toy. A slow agony that feels like eternity, finally the panties are gone, and finally Delilah knows some form of relief. “Please let me go…”
Lilith uses her right hand to lift Delilah’s chin so she’s looking right into Lilith's eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” Lilith’s left hand starts to run through Delilah’s hair slowly, “Do you truly not want what I have to offer? What you want is important…”
Delilah is about to ask to leave, but Lilith’s left hand penetrates her head, almost phasing through. She can feel Lilith’s nails pierce her brain. Her mouth moves on it’s own, “Please fuck me, please use me like I’m nothing, destroy all the humanity I have left, make me drown in your cum!” Delilah is shocked at what her own voice said.
Lilith laughs as she pulls her hand out of Delilah's head. “Well, if that’s what you want, fuck toy.”
Delilah doesn’t understand, that’s not what she wanted to say. “Mm, fuck me please, ruin me~” Delilah would never say that! Her body moves against her will, crawling on her hands and knees in a circle until her butt faces Lilith, and then she pushes her ass in the air, presenting to her. “No no no this isn’t right” Delilah thinks. “Please fuck my ass, my Queen.” Delilah says.
Lilith grabs Delilah by her hips. “If that’s what you wish!” Lilith lifts her cock and rubs the head on Delilah’s hole. Delilah lets out a slight moan. “Please, please, please, please let me go” is what she thinks, but “Please, please, please, I need your cock!” is what she says. Lilith, not one to disappoint, pushes her cock in, nice and slow. Delilah moans long and slow as Lilith’s huge cock forces its way into her. Once Lilith’s crotch finally hit’s Delilah’s ass, she pulls it out, all the way. And, then she forces her way back in, all the way. Delilah is moaning in pure ecstasy.
From the other side of the room, another person walks out of the shadows. It’s also Lilith. A second Lilith, cock and all. “Look at you, you were born to be a hole!” The second Lilith laughs. The second Lilith begins to undo her bra, revealing her huge, red tits and holds the bra above Delilah with two fingers. Just as the panties did, the bra catches on fire, and becomes a black liquid that slowly drips onto Delilah’s back. Delilah let’s out an agonized cry as the hot liquid hits her while Lilith speeds up how fast she fucks her. Drip. Drip. Drip. Lilith fucks her faster. Drip Drip Drip. Faster. Drip. Drip. Drip. Faster. Delilah is having a hard time knowing what to feel. Pleasure from the anal. Pain from the liquid. It’s getting fused together in her head, both hurt, both please.
Once the bra is completely gone, the second Lilith wastes no time to lift her cock and force it into Delilah’s mouth. Delilah feels it force her way down her throat, though only momentarily, as Lilith then begins to thrust back and forth, slamming the cock into Delilah’s throat again and again. Both her holes are full of demon cock. No matter how much she resists it, she can’t escape it. She is nothing but a toy for the Demon Queen.
Both Lilith’s moan as they finally let go inside Delilah. Delilah doesn’t even notice Lilith cum in her ass, because she’s preoccupied by Lilith cumming in her mouth. There’s so much cum, and Lilith is still fucking her throat. Lilith keeps cumming and cumming, it’s all Delilah can taste, it’s all Delilah can smell, Delilah can’t breathe. There’s so much cum, air can’t get in. She’s choking on it. She’s breathing cum. And, then, when Delilah thinks she can’t take it anymore, she blacks out, drowning in Lilith’s cum.
A curtain from nowhere falls, blocking the scene of Delilah’s deflowering. When the curtain rises, we are once again met with game show set, all five contestants sitting in their chairs, Delilah laying stomach down on the ground her wrists chained to the wall. As Delilah regains consciousness, she begins to cough, cum coming up her throat that she spits out. A studio audience laughs.
The host, Mordred, walks back on screen. “Wasn’t that just lovely?!” A studio audience cheers. Mordred walks up to Lilith, sitting in her chair, “So, Lilith, how did you feel about your date with the lovely Delilah?”
Mordred moves the microphone over to Lilith’s mouth, “Well, I’d say it was a lot of fun! I think Delilah and I still have a lot that we can learn from each other. But, whether I win or lose, her eternal soul is mine!” The studio audience laughs.
“Well then!” Mordred says looking directly at you, the reader, “The night is young, and The Fucking Game is just beginning! We will once again take an audience poll to decide who else gets a chance to fuck Delilah in round one!”
The audience cheers.
“But, this time, it’ll be a flash poll! Only a one day vote, not a week long one!”
The audience gasps with surprise.
“After this next date, we will have another poll to decide who is the first contestant eliminated from The Fucking Game! But, for now, who is Delilah fucking tomorrow?”
imagineamoistplinth:
-youfoundmysong:
Press Play. Then click and drag the player. What the fuck.
GENUINELY FASCINATED
…shit. This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced.
Woah! That was amazing!
Thrawn and I would get along famously.
I could take him to the local art galleries..
The art at the local galleries:
Maybe what's taking Season 3 so long is that parts of it are going to be interactive. Netflix seems to like flirting with the idea of interactive tv shows and even made an interactive Black Mirror episode.
all interactive work is political because all of it, in one way or another, deals with how you as an individual relate to your communal space, whether that communal space is a supermarket and you’re listening to a piece of audio about it, or that communal space is the court of an elven king and you’re trying to work out the social dynamics within that.
Katy Naylor, in conversation with Leo Doulton, voidspace magazine
The King Of The Booterflies
I love intractable sketchbooks :>
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Interactive Streetart (quiero comerme una palmera de chocolate) #interactive #streetart #palmera #chocolate / on Instagram http://ift.tt/1qJsv2J
Fresh Start
Prologue
Time has passed since your last breakup.. Approximately 5 months since you've last talked to ______. (Evan/Stella)
❝Gosh, it's been quite some time since I've talked to him/her. Ever since, I haven't felt the same, especially since the breakup was during the time I've lost my mother in a car accident.❞
Tears stream down your face, bringing up memories of your past of how much happier you lived with your mother’s presence, and your ex while you two were in good terms. You always knew you can talk to your mother about anything, and she would always be there by your side to comfort you.
You hear your heart palpitating in terror…remembering each moment of when your dad called talking about the tragic event the day the accident occurred. Frustrated, you toss and turn on your bed whilst shedding tears profusely all at once in a burst.
The horrific images flashing around your mind seem to fade away and turn to dust once your phone rings. !!! Bzzz !!!
Choose your character: (Male/Female)
