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Dorian prepared a strict schedule for the week. The highlights were this — art, academics, sports, volunteer work, socials, and politics, with little press conferences, speeches, and performances in the middle. Today, he had something special planned, an event in collaboration with his darling...

[ 3000th post. ] Vincenzo snapped awake in a cold sweat. His fingers curled, uncurled. There were no hazy memories, no blurry vision, or any sort of reprieve from everything. He was unconscious. Now he was not. He looked around the isolated room, and found no comfort in it. It was a white...

@Poppy Strobe lights bursting like fire, like bullets, with the way it made his head pound and ache. Rhys' everything was spinning, but he could barely feel it with how numb his body was. He flip flopped between rooms and people, rambling and snapping and sobbing until he was bumped and pushed...

@Poppy Toby wasn't quite Toby right then, and that was his favorite state to be in. He was hunger, and starvation, and teeth that deserved using. He moved in a body that wasn't his own. Bigger, taller, fake parts that made up a very real feeling monster. Something deerlike, but not quite, all...

CW: Past child sexual abuse and incest themes/talks. May be disturbing to some. <center><div style="width: 75%;border:0px;padding:15px;text-align:justify;"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/eYimjDv.jpg" style="width:125px;height:125px;border:8px solid #4b7447;margin:0px 10px 0px 0px;float:left;">...

@Poppy Milo had never done anything like this before. Even his last joining of the elections was a simple impulse, boredom based thing. Now, he was taking it seriously. He hadn't expected to care about something like this, something so community based and in the spotlight. Perhaps college was...

On the evening of Valentine's Day, Milo Constantin was going to come home to a blood-splattered dormitory room and a lovingly made present from Vincenzo Fontana laying on top of his bed. From a distance, the gift looked like your normal, run-of the mill bouquet of red roses. It was much more...

@Zeronos This had all been easy to set up. Surprisingly so, perhaps just too tempting. There was going to be a catch somewhere here, he could feel it, but he was taking advantage anyway. This person deserved hurting, and Milo wanted to be the one holding the knife. Everything perfect and gift...

@"Zeronos" Milo was still thinking about Marina Bellamy, anger and hatred clear and sharp in her eyes. Nilesy had been nagging him for hours to tell him all about what had happened, from the right in the action point of view, as most of what he'd heard had come from muddled sources, but...

“Your boyfriend will be dead by tomorrow morning.” Clarence woke up quietly, but in a cold sweat, limbs tangled in his sheets. He stared emptily at the ceiling and breathed deeply. Ice crept up his fingertips, quiet but dangerous, and his twin’s face swam in front of his vision. Then blood. His...