im just a stupid dumb bottom with big dumb eyes
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you were peeling an orange. your nails dug into its skin, ripping away. you separted the flesh into quarters, destroying the bonds between each part of the fruit. juice spilled out from this process, as blood in a massacre.
i was next on the table. you dug your nails into my skin.
i liked it.
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"What song should we sing at Maria's wedding?"
"I'm not sure... Oh! What about that one we came up with purely to mock her?"
"What a good idea, sister! She can hear all about how much we hate her while she's getting married!"
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being forced to work when you have your period should count as human rights violation
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bad case of the restless legs
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ran against one of the walls in my bathroom now i got a small bump on my forehead🤣
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TODAY IS/WAS MY BDAY YIPPIE
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The feminine urge to write a jon snow/reader…
Like I have so much other stuff to work on🤦♀️
Hear me out tho
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I always knew I could be the one
Though I feel the endless pain of being
And I am scorched by the sun
Of humble origins and born of the cursed sex
My name is Brutus, but the people will call me Rex
To consume or be consumed. Such was and always will be the way of the world. Corporations, driven by greed and power, compete with one another, consuming and absorbing competition. Eat or be eaten. Gangs and factions, small little made families, they all worked the same way.
The digital devil belonged to one, a small little band of vultures, less than a dozen. Scavs who told themselves they were without guilt or blame, for they only plucked parts and cyberware from those already dead, discarded and forgotten. And so it was, until they overstepped, and the little band of thieves were consumed, competition killed off by a bigger group of scavengers.
With nothing left and fueled by grief, rebellion and revenge never tasted so sweet. Ready to die, surrounded by her peers, she tore out the throat of the man who claimed himself god king, baptizing herself in his blood, consuming it like communion.
Luci lost a lot that day, including an arm, which was nothing but shredded meat barely clinging to bone by the time she managed to escape. Night City was hell but it would be a hell of her own, vowing to consume rather than be consumed. The digital devil, the sin eater, decked out in furs specked with blood.
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so, i've spent some of my afternoon plotting a bit of some of my longer fics, so hopefully soon(ish) i'll have something to post for the first time since april lol
at the very least, i've been making moodboards for one of them so those will be posted probably over the next couple of days with a new fic tag :)
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