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Guy-Manuel moaned softly as long thin fingers circled from his neck down to his plump belly, releasing a mantra of goose-bumps that decorated his upper torso. The fingers circled, ‘round and ‘round, the flesh of his bellybutton before skimming back up his neck and cradling his chin so he could see his tormentor. He imagined his partner, Thomas, was behind the lovely gestures, but an ominous red blur with a matching maniacal-like smile peered at him. Guy gave a start, struggling to fling himself away from the brutal intrusion. A slap, however, resonated against his cheek and the musician found himself hunched onto his side with te

Regina scoffed at being yelled at by Rumpelstiltskin and then tossed aside as if she wasn't his protege for the grand entrance of the man with an enormous top hat. He had seemly appeared out of nowhere, and he pursed his lips together in deep thought before looking nervously from the young, and somewhat, seething queen to the scaly one who had requested his services. “Busy, should I-“ “No, no. Nothing important going on here,” Rumpelstiltskin interrupted, ignoring the angry huff being directed his way. Giving a somewhat dramatic sigh himself, Jefferson pulled a shiny orb out of his coat pocket. He handed it towards

Captain Hook wasn't a bad man. Despite the allegations pointed at him and his faithful crew for raising a black flag, accompanied with infamous skull and crossbones up the ships mast. Or the plundering of vast magical lands, that had brought him great joy and great sorrow. At the moment he was being proclaimed a hero upon the tiny village he had only earlier that morning been hoping to raid for valuables. It was a title that Hook could only smirk about as the village had brought out various exotic platters of food, and laid it as an offering at the pirate's feet. His crew had stared hungrily at the amount of food being shared, but they had

Alone but Alive: Oh here I am standing, A lost soul is landing. The coldest December, Can you still remember? Do you even hear me? There's no one around me! Oh shadow that I see, The void right behind me. Yet still I am breathing; Yet still I am feeling. The coldest sensation, Oh worthless creation! Are you still crying? Oh why are you lying - abandoned and cold - Cold like what was left of soul, Made of all the life you stole. Walk divine but made of sin, Worm of hatred squrim within. Sin of lust and sin of pride, Lash the tongue that last has lied. Yours was silver with a promise, Kiss of death and then you vomit. Bu

I've Changed (Yeah right): You know, I tell myself everday, That I'm going to change - that I'll be different. 'This isn't the same; I'm not the same,' that's what I tell myself... As I sit in front of the computer, praying time doesn't move. Coward, you're weak and you'll always be weak! You bloody disgrace... I pick up some new magazine, get inspired, 'I want to be like that guy,' is what I think to myself. I give it a try for two or three days - I quit. Same old shit again... Making up excuses? It's what you always do, you gutless wonder... I try to reach out with my hands, Seeking something, anything that I can find to help myself ho