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#;;needs a little help with the agony | {amber sweet}

hella1975 · 2 years

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if everytime you walked into a room a song started playing and you could pick it, which one would you choose?

me being me it changes daily but today im gonna say zydrate anatomy bc that has been in my head for fucking HOURS

#AMBER SWEET IS ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE (ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE? ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE)#AND ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE SHE NEEDS A LITTLE HELP WITH THE AGONY (AGONY)#AND THAT LITTLE HELP COMES IN A LITTLE GLASS VIAL IN A GUN PRESSED AGAINST HER ANATOMY #AND WHEN THE GUN GOES OFF MISS SWEET IS READY FOR SURGERY (SURGERY) GRAVE ROBBERRR #ask

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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shittykinaesthetics · 2 years

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Shitty Amber Sweet aesthetic: so let’s say hypothetically that amber sweet is addicted to the knife. allow me to reiterate: for the sake of the argument, amber sweet is addicted to the knife. so then logically it would follow that she would need a little help with the agony, right? so now that we’ve established that, let’s say that help comes in the form of a little glass vial--

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cinderwrought · 7 months

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“And Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife”

… and addicted to the knife needs a little help with the agony.

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plaguebitchdraws · 2 years

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🎶and amber sweet is addicted to the knife. Addicted to the knife? Addicted to the knife. And addicted to the knife she needs a little help with the agony. And a little help comes in a little glass vial in a gun pressed against her anatomy and when the gun goes off Ms sweet is ready for surgery 🎶

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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governesssanguine · 1 month

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We'd decided on a nature walk, something we could pace ourselves on. It'd been years since we'd seen one another. I'd been missing you terribly. Flashes of your smile and soft, dark eyes lingered in my memory. How could I have not known you were the person I had wanted all this time?

Countless nights spent with women I had no care for, no urge to control, no need to have them submit to me. Just meaningless, boring sex followed by the usual platitudes. "I'll call you again", "tonight was lovely". None of them meant anything to me. I wanted you. On your knees and begging for me.

I shook my head to release the thoughts I felt boiling over and tried to get myself out of bed. It was fairly early, 6 am to be exact. Probably too early for me to be up but my body was restless. I toyed with the idea of cumming before starting the morning routine. My clit sore and swollen behind the tight fabric of my panties. I pushed two fingers over her. Feeling over the soft silk, my clit a noticeable bump at this point. It felt like all of my blood had pooled into the concentrated area of my cunt. "Fuck, alright, just quickly" I muttered under my breath. Pushing in harder with my two fingers, circling my bundle of nerves slowly. Tantalizingly slow. Soaking in the sensations filling my chest and stomach. A slow build up as I began to work my hips. My hand slipped into my wetness and I was shocked with how much had accumulated already. Little movements were intense as I tried hard not to cum. I wanted to think of you as I did, maybe you'd let me pin you up against a tree today. While I fucked you senseless.

Just the idea brought me to climax. Yellow and orange dancing behind my eyelids as I let the small moans escape my lips for you. It was already 7. "How had an hour passed already?" I pondered to myself. Releasing my hand from the sticky mess that was my pussy, I tasted myself. Cherishing the sweetness I was always able to produce, letting it linger on my tongue like a fine wine. You'd enjoy the taste of me.

The morning was quick and robotic. Coffee, work out, shower, lunch and dress. Casual was the name of the game for me, but I always failed to be so with you. "You gotta keep it cool" I whispered to myself as I hovered over my lunch. Cereal, oat and cheerios. It was bland enough to quench my desire for a little bit. The milk still ice cold, helped dampen my mind. I ate in big bites. Anxious to meet up with you. Checking my phone had become a habit today. Only 11 am and an hour to go before I headed out to meet you. I needed to kill time outside of day dreaming. Mayne a few rounds of my favorite game would suffice.

I turned on the TV and sat back to play. Controller in hand. Time passed fast as I played. Happy to be distracted I almost missed the window to leave.

A quick mental check. "Backpack, water, some snacks and my rope just in case. I knew you had always wanted to fuck in the woods. I wanted to fulfill this for you...if you'd let me. Out the door I ran, I didn't want to be late.

Loud music on the drive kept me occupied and less anxious. My poor pussy still quivering in my pants. Every bump I hit seemed like agony to me. I wasn't sure how much longer I could stand the pressure.

Finally arriving, I pulled in and parked next to you. Seeing you again was unbelievable. I couldn't have dreamed you'd look so good after all this time. You'd always been so attractive to me, making me feel things I couldn't quite describe outside of animal lust.

You rolled down your window and waved. "HI babe!" You exclaimed cheerfully. I returned the wave and exited my car. Grabbing my backpack out of the passenger seat and trotting over to you. I couldn't hide how excited I was, albeit my attempt. We hugged and the same electric shockwave shuddered through me. I pulled away and met your eyes. Deep, dark and amber. Just like I'd remembered. I could tell you'd felt it too. "L..L..Let's get going love" I stuttered out. My anxiety clear and present in my demeanor. You chuckled a little and led us forward. The trails here were always quiet. Not a soul in sight besides us. I observed your figure walking away. You were so fit, tall and lithe. I loved your figure, your ass. Your fucking legs. It was all so lovely to me.

We walked for a while, the trees rustling in the wind above us, almost chattering. A language only they could understand. You filled me in on how life had been and your recent breakup. I feigned sadness for you but was happy to hear you were single again. He'd never deserved you anyways. I wouldn't tell you this, it would only seem like a platitude. But I meant it. You were an angel to me.

A certain knotted tree caught your eye as we passed it. It laid a bit of the ways off the path of the trail but you insisted on checking it out. The sounds of the leaves and twigs crunching under our feet made unseen critters scatter as we made our way towards the tree.

It's age was apparent. Strong lower limbs and a sturdy base. I couldn't help but think about roping you to it. Letting you beg me here in this trail, filled with solitude, for your orgasm.

You ran up to it as we approached, excitement in your eyes, you looked back to make sure I was there still. "Only for a minute" I yelled up to you, making my way over. You were running your hands over the bark, letting the ridges and valleys of its rough edges trail over your fingertips. I longed for my fingers to do the same to you. So at ease, you looked serene in this moment. I sat down on the ground, back against the old oak and watched the clouds float over us. Hands behind my head, I closed my eyes and stretched out my legs. It was a good tree. A sudden pressure on my hips made me jolt up. It was you, straddled over me giggling. My hands found your hips as I smirked back. "Are you going to just tease me then or what?" I taunted you. My northeastern drawl accentuating the sharp t on the what. "I am a tease, according to you." You retorted. Beginning to circle your hips over my already swollen pussy. I could feel your warmth and it was too much. A low moan rolled off my tongue. My eyes widened in shock as you continued your tease. It didn't seem to phase you at all. You kept your eyes locked on mine. I reached up to pull your face close, gripping your chin in between my fingers. We locked lips and kissed deeply. The passion we'd both felt finally teetering over into unbearable. Slipping my tongue into your mouth, we explored each other for a bit. Moaning in between heavy breathes and slow kisses.

Pulling away from you and composing myself. "Would you like to live out a fantasy with me darling?" I half whispered to you. "I have some rope with me and I'd be happy to do what I know you need." I'd said need, because I knew you were a slut for this. Needy and desperate. Rope and me were your weakness and we both knew it. "Please, oh fuck please" You begged me. Already begging was a good sign in my eyes. " I motioned for you to get up off of my lap and let me onto my feet. You did as directed, and sat down where I was previously sitting. I dug around in my backpack in front of you. Purposefully taking my time. Letting the situation sink in, whatever fantasies you had roil around in your mind.

I pulled put the rope and stood straight. Setting the pack off to the side against the tree. "Kneel for me and beg some more."

Of course you followed direction, the good little whore you were. Kneeling before me, eyes wide and expectant. I dropped my pants and grabbed the back of your head. Winding your hair around in my hand and pushing your head into my sore wetness. I rubbed it back and forth. Letting your face please me like this for a bit. I spread my legs a little for you to further explore. Pressing your open mouth and face further into my cunt. "Beg with your mouthful for me." I purred down to you seductively. You tried, only able to mumble incoherently into me. Driving me into pulsating ecstasy. Your mouth open and pushed against the fabric of my panties was warm and familiar. I could feel your spit mixing with my cum. Your horny, dumb brain trying to make words with your mouth full of cunt. My special, eager slut.

I pulled you back by your hair and up to meet my gaze. You stumbled to your feet a bit, surprised at the sudden interruption in pace. Although stumbling, you obediently met my eyes. I let go of your hair and pulled you in close to me. Rubbing up your sides through your shirt. Letting you quiver as I explored you. "Let me help you get these clothes off" I muttered to you. Entranced by your figure, the outline of your tits through your shirt. What an exquisite woman. I slipped one hand under your shirt and then the next, gently pulling it off of you. Then your bra, reaching around to undo the clasp slowly. I loved leaving you in anticipation. Our own lovely form of edging before the fun even began. You let it fall to the leaf scattered ground, as i stepped back to admire you half undressed. Exposed and vulnerable here for me. You looked awkward, like you weren't sure what to do with your hands. It only made me want you more. The sun glistened behind you, piercing violently through the tree cover. As if, it couldn't help but admire you as well. The tone of your skin, the way your breasts hung so slightly. Your stomach, toned but not muscular. "Now the pants beautiful" I wanted you to do this step. Show me your obedience. You complied, dropping them to the ground as well. Leaving them in a pile around your ankles. "Panties too and then against the tree for me, facing it" I eloquently directed you. Enjoying the control.

You stepped out of your pants and folded them neatly, placing them beside the pile of clothes on the ground. Your panties came sliding off gracefully. Over your thighs and down past your knees as you bent. "Put them in your mouth for me first love. Wouldn't want you making too much noise would we?" I watched you shove your soaked panties in between your lovely lips and I felt my pussy clench in anticipation. You turned to face the old, knotted tree and placed both hands against it. Ass poking out, like my own little puppet. Walking over with the rope in hand, I could see your breathing pick up. One hand ran its way up your thigh and over your asscheek, the other hand teased you with the rope. Letting you feel the roughness of the cord, your mind remembering the way it felt to be restrained but safe. You shuddered and I chuckled out loud. "Relax baby, it's coming" I whispered into your ear. Letting the hand that was previously firmly planted on your ass, smack you. Once and then twice. Hard and fast. You bit down on the panties in your mouth and whimpered audibly. I spanked you again. Harder this time, letting you squirm in anticipation for the next one. It never came though. As quickly as your brain could process the stinging pain, I was knelt down. Tying your legs to the tree. Knotting around your ankles and then anchoring you to some exposed roots on either side of you. You struggled a little, which was only more fun for me. Overpowering you wasn't hard, and I knew it's what you wanted. You loved to fight my discipline until I wore you down. Turning you into a mumbling, cum hungry mess. Taking my time with you wasn't an issue either, and we both knew it.

Finally getting you tied to my satisfaction, I stood to work on the top half. Guiding your arms behind your back and resting your head against the bark for a moment. Letting you soak in the texture of it. "Is that too tight dear?" I asked. You shook your head no, as I secured your hands together. Leading the rope around your hips and around your thighs. I anchored your hands to the waist harness I'd created. Fuck, I had missed your body. The way the cord bit into your skin. Puckering it slightly, leaving indents that were made just for me. The pulse of my clit was at a roar now.

I pulled my shirt off, and let you use it to rest your head against. Using two fingers to probe your swollen, wet pussy. Circling your clit with your own wetness then letting my fingers slip into your tight hole, only to never fully enter you. Your legs shook and you moaned loudly. I used my free hand to grip your tits in. Groping them, feeling the soft skin on the palm of my hands. Your nipples hardening as I touched you.

I pushed two long fingers into you, running them with pressure along your top wall until I found the small dip of your g spot. I wiggled my fingers rapidly once I'd found her, you shook hard. Your body beginning to lose control. Only the rope and your head holding you in place. "Is it so hard to focus on standing right now gorgeous?" I mocked you. I let my other hand wander down to your clit and fucked you hard while I circled your swollen heat. Stroking in and out slowly at first, letting you quiver as I explored every inch of you I could find.

Soon the slow strokes turned into frenzied ones, the sound of your wet cunt loud and clear. Stark even, against the backdrop of silence. Your still gagged mouth making incoherent words. Like you'd been overtaken by the holy spirit. I brought you as close to climax as I could and then stopped. Giggling cruelly behind you. "OH no, did you actually want to cum sweetness?" You nodded yes, even trying to mouth it. "Spit it out" I mocked you again, still inside you. One finger pushing into your clit as well, the throb of your want was immense.

I released you, pulling my fingers out and leaving you a writhing mess. I snatched the panties out of your mouth and turned your head to look me in the eyes. "Fuck K, please let me finish." You begged desperately. Obscenities dripping from your lips like venom. The anger turning to desperation, and back to anger. "You're a bitch" you wailed like a lost dog. I watched in fascination as you tried to bargain with me. Promising me things we both knew you couldn't give right now. I wouldn't hold you to them, your need was enough for me. I started fucking you again, hard and fast. Your legs shook with the force of the thrusts, struggling to keep your footing on the slick ground. It only made me want to fuck you harder. My fingers previously pushing your pathetic clit in, now circling her confidently. I knew you were close and wanted you to know how much I'd wanted this. I leaned over you. Our skin sticking together from the sweat and evening dew now forming on us. " Cum for me baby. Good girls always get to cum for me" I praised you in a hushed tone. "My sweet girl, so good for me." The cum rushed out of you, squirting on me and my arm and hand. Dripping down your taut legs and onto the ground like rain. "Jesus christ don't stop please" you yelled out, letting me fuck you to completion. Your clit twitching and your pussy tightening around me. I kissed your back and told you how good you were. My precious girl. Kneeling to untie you and letting you drop to your knees from the strain of holding yourself up. I pulled you closer to me, intertwining myself with you. Allowing your head to rest against my chest for a moment. The sun was starting to peek low in the leaf cover. Golden rays emanating through it like messages from higher beings. We basked in it for a while, the warm air on our naked bodies.You held tight to me. The experience washing over you, the tightness leaving your limbs and neck. I felt you relax in to me. I let my fingers trail over you. Admiring your own grooves, ridges and curves. Languishing in the thought I'd have to let you get dressed and we would have to leave this magical spot. The tree stood tall above us, a guardian and secret keeper. We wouldn't tell a soul of this, but we both knew, if the we ever passed the tree again. This day would ring loud in our minds. Burned in like good memories should be.

#sapphic #bdsmkink #bdsmblog #lgbtq #domme mommy #fem domme #domme/sub #erotizm #Spotify

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faineant-girl · 2 years

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whatever. amber sweet is addicted to the knife. addicted to the knife? (addicted to the knife) and addicted the knife she needs a little help with the agony.

#.tlktxt #(agony..................)

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lonesuperhero · 4 months

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Lowkey the lyrics from Zydrate Anatomy, specifically the:

"And amber sweet is addicted to the knife. Addicted to the knife? Addicted to the knife. And addicted to the knife, She needs a little help with the agony."

Is such a vibe and lowkey heavily relate to it.

#lone rambles #tw self harm #well inferred self harm

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lazarus---rising · 1 year

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[I CANT FEEL NOTHIN AT ALL...]

DRUG MARKET, SUB MARKET, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I EVER GOT IN. BLOOD MARKET, LOVE MARKET, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY THEY NEED ME AT ALL!

ZYDRATE COMES IN A LITTLE GLASS VIAL.

A LITTLE GLASS VIAL?

A LITTLE GLASS VIAL.

AND THE LITTLE GLASS VIAL GOES INTO THE GUN LIKE A BATTERY.

AND THE ZYDRATE GUN GOES SOMEWHERE AGAINST YOUR ANATOMY.

AND WHEN THE GUN GOES OFF, IT SPARKS, AND YOURE READY FOR SURGERY! [SURGERY!]

GRAVEROBBER, GRAVEROBBER, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I EVEN BOTHER. GRAVEROBBER, GRAVEROBBER, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I NEED YOU AT ALL!

AND AMBER SWEET IS ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE.

ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE?

ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE.

AND ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE, SHE NEEDS A LITTLE HELP WITH THE AGONY. [AGONY!]

AND A LITTLE HELP COMES IN A LITTLE GLASS VIAL, IN A GUN PRESSED AGAINST HER ANATOMY.

AND WHEN THE GUN GOES OFF, MS. SWEET IS READY FOR SURGERY. [SURGERY!]

[GRAVEROBBER, GRAVEROBBER, SOMETIMES I WONDER WHY I NEED YOU AT ALL...

ITS CLEAN, ITS CLEAR, ITS PURE- ITS WHAT? ITS RARE. IT TAKES YOU THERE. IT WHAT?IT TAKES YOU THERE. IT TAKES YOU THERE! A LITTLE JUMP, BEFORE THE CUT! WHY AGONIZE? ANESTHETIZE! I CANT FEEL NOTHIN AT ALL! CAUSE SURGERY, CAUSE SURGERY? CAUSE SURGERY... IS WHAT SHE NEEDS... IS WHAT I NEED? ITS WHAT I NEED. TO CHANGE INSIDE. TO CHANGE INSIDE? TO FEEL ALIVE!]

MAGS CONTRACTS GOT SOME MIGHTY FINE PRINT.

[SOME MIGHTY FINE PRINT...]

AND THAT MIGHTY FINE PRINT PUTS MAG IN A MIGHTY FINE PREDICAMENT...

IF MAG UP AND SPLITS, HER EYES ARE FORFEIT

AND IF GENECO AND ROTTI SO WILL IT,

THEN A REPO MAN WILL COME AND SHE'LL PAY FOR THAT SURGERY, SURGERY!

[SURGERY, SURGERY!]

[I CANT FEEL NOTHIN AT ALL...]

#/LYR #I AM .NOT NORMAL CURRENTLY AS YOU CAN TELLL

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s1eepy-0 · 6 months

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Zydrate Anatomy(Song by Alexa PenaVega, Paris Hilton, and Terrance Zdunich) is such a great song hiusgx

"Zydrate comes in a little glass vial.

A little glass vial?

A little glass vial.

And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery.

Hhh-hhh...

And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy.

Hhh-hhh...

And when the gun goes off, it sparks And you're ready for surgery!

Surgery!"

"And amber sweet is addicted to the knife.

Addicted to the knife?

Addicted to the knife.

And addicted to the knife, She needs a little help with the agony. And a little help comes in a little glass vial In a gun pressed against her anatomy.

And when the gun goes off, Ms. sweet is ready for surgery."

"Mag's contract's got some mighty fine print.

Some mighty...fine...print...

And that mighty fine print puts mag in a mighty fine predicament... If mag up and splits, her eyes are forfeit And if geneco and rotti so will it, Then a repo man will come And she'll pay for that surgery, surgery!"

Just my favorite parts jdisfs

#sleepy speaks his mind #song lyrics #song of the day for me other thna one more

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politeparadox · 7 months

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so let’s say hypothetically that amber sweet is addicted to the knife. allow me to reiterate: for the sake of the argument, amber sweet is addicted to the knife. so then logically it would follow that she would need a little help with the agony, right? so now that we’ve established that, let’s say that help comes in the form of a little glass vial

then, hypothetically, we can assume that, *when* the gun goes off, She will, assuredly, be ready for surgery.

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whenyourunlabeledbutlabeled · 2 years

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HEYOOO

Warnings!!

A/N: My favorites with a friend/s/o whatever I DONT FUCKING CARE

Mentions of knifes, violence,guns, loss of sanity, cussing, death

GENDER NEUTRAL

IF I LEAVE OUT WARNINGS ON ACCIDENT LET ME KNOW!!

Sorta like this

"Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife

Addicted to the knife?

Addicted to the knife!

And addicted to the knife she needs a little help with the agony

Agony!

Anfa little help comes in a little glass vial and a gun pressed against her anatomy."

Please say it's your brain and now your down there I'm not ready for that

Rantaro Amami

Genuinely interested at you at first, a little intimidated but mostly just interested in why you have that.. lack of sanity.

Scared when you start stabbing a knife between your fingers and saying it's the knife game!

For the sake of the story you either intentionally or unintentionally stab yourself in the hand like full on just STAB

If it was unintentional, he patches you up and scolds you on being careful, and also implying to stop playing that stupid knife game

If it was intentional, a little scared, he managed to stop you from full on stabbing through your hand into the table or whatever

Still patches you up but the scolding is a lecture, you are banned from the knifes.

Still curious about you, tried to learn more about you, ends up following you to your dorm before you let yourself in

You end up pulling out a random ass GUN???

Like reader calm your ass down

Ends up realizing your playing Russian Roulette, and stops you

After that, he realizes how far gone you were, and still managed to be your friend.??

Or s/o????

Pop off king

ANGST YOU DIE

Very confused with the Monokuma Announcement, But heads to your Ultimate Lab anyways.

Finds you on the floor next to a counter with a knife through your hand and a katana through your chest(pretend you just have a katana or sum)

Scared shitless, What the hell happened here, they can't be dead-!

Watches your killer's execution, this time without your snarky remarks

Mikan Tsumiki

Genuinely concerned about your well being, you tend to display little sanity and when you do your blunt and almost rude, essentially clinging to the last shreds of sanity

Tries to help you feel better, especially if you self-deprecate and generally act like Nagito(stinky baby)

When she finds out scaring the shir out of Hiyoko by fucking- animalistic JUST GRABBING, like bro stop ur killing her hand circulation

Anyways, you end up playing the knife game(slandering the table wtf man)

Homegirl panics, ends up lecturing you about that while she patches up Hiyoko's finger(girl almost got shanked)

Your instability knows no bounds

Its even worse when she finds you playing Russian roulette in your room.

"(Y-Your name-!) You can't just do stuff like this! You'll get h-hurt!"

A sarcastic remark is thrown her way, then you stubbornly apologize before you get lectured again.

ALRIGHT GET OUT IM TIRED

I'LL FINISH THIS LATER I PROMISE

ANYWAYS ILY ALLL

Ty so much for reading this your so sweet

Take breaks

Don't die pls

HAVE A GOOD DAY

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sneefsnorf · 2 years

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AMBER SWEET IS ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE! ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE? ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE! AND ADDICTED TO THE KNIFE SHE NEEDS A LITTLE HELP WITH THE AGONY! AGONYYYYYY!

#/lyr #this song makes me feral

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chromosoid · 4 years

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Zydrate comes in a little glass vial.

a little glass vial ?

a little glass vial.

And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery.

And the Zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy.

And when the gun goes off, it sparks, and you’re ready for surgery.

Surgery.

#now amber sweet is addicted to the knife #addicted to the knife ?#addicted to the knife.#and addicted to the knife she need a little help with the agony #try not to get this stuck in your head challenge #hehehhehehehehehehehehehehehehheeh

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walkingshcdow-a · 5 years

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Glitter for Amber?

Luxury Asks | Not Accepting!

glitter: describe someone special to you.

Glassy-eyed Amber struggles to conjure an answer. She stares into the distance, as if trying to remember the name, the face, of someone she hasn’t known for many years. Her lips move wordlessly.

Then she scowls.

“No one stays special. You can idolize someone and wake up one day and see them for the fucking bitch they are. You can love someone and that won’t keep ‘em from being a fucking monster who slashes girl’s throats at night. You can want to throw your whole goddamn life away for some bastard with Zydrate eyes and then realize he ain’t worth shit. Nobody’s special to me. Not anymore.”

Carmela Largo had oceans of love to give. Amber Sweet is all dried up.

#asks #;;needs a little help with the agony | {amber sweet}#meme response #;;headcanon | {amber sweet}#tw: violence #Anonymous

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