Needs
Five days a week he drives to that huge office building, wearing the white cloak and handling dangerous chemicals that would be fatal in the paws of less qualified men.
011 - Oh! Even In The Grave! pt.03
This is where the brimstone and hellfire comes in, liquified enough to be drunk and neutralise the fatal cold from claiming your life.
Lagomorphs -- Chapter 17: Attack
Loud screams marked their bloody and fatal capture. "jeff! hurry!" sky shouted. the door was almost closed. the fields were already empty of living rabs. squabbling over the remains of their meal, only the dire wolves were left.
The Fool
Around him the reason remains unknown i'm afraid i understand it all too well in fact, the reason is quite clear he does it to himself, you see shrinking from his fear and so there he will stay for all eternity upon that desolate, fatal
Ram's roomate
Cw: armpit vore, fatal your huge, musky, himbo ram roommate fumbles into your dorm after a night of heavy drinking and crash's down onto the couch, fully oblivious to you who are now pinned underneath his massive pecs.
Shooting Down Stars
The ideas are there, but structure is a fatal weakness of mine. i try to hold back the anxieties of tight-rope dancing over a thin edge of words.
Letter to the world
I guess that you have given up with the tic of humanity sucking you dry, the removal to prove fatal. but there must be some way to deal with this, so total destruction is not the way to go, how about driving fear into their hearts?
Tonight
Removing the mask by posting one fatal post. one you would regret so soon but never deny its existence. and that night, tonight... its just one of those nights for me.
Wolves' Legacy 2: Chapter 10
"the devil conjuring is the use of internal hatred to form any weapon you like, be it fatal or technical.
Dead Rising
Then she put her hand on james's fatal wound and a flash of light appeared. kate had infused her very being with james. his wound healed instantly, with scales covering the wound. james pulled out of shock and came to his senses.
Mask
But i can't help to wonder are we really so insecure that we must seal ourselves from reality and all its fatality. can't we see each other or ourselves without mask on our faces.
Roseheat
Memories of a broken mother, her name not remembered, his once sacred soul 3 days to the day torn by crud-crusted demon dogs, leaving him decimated and forever desolate, grasping a crimson petal, tranquil and calm, not so the clamorous and eternal piercing fatal