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i think that, for my final high school project, i’m gonna drive myself insane and measure the results

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just found out oomf is 23 and touching themselves every time we call 👍🏻👍🏻

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i'm a psycho ceo >0< !!

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just revamped ✌🏻! time to disappear for the next 3 weeks 'n withhold the bot drop that's been rotting in my drafts since... * checks * july 12 ♡

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the strawberry shortcake to my orange blossom

thought real hard about this one

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the urge to write the most gut-wrenching, disgusting, eye-closing, violent, ill angst of my favorite characters 🤝🏻 the urge to write all my favorite characters living happy, fulfilling lives in an au away from all their canon trauma

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WHO ?? AGRONY WRiTES FOR . . .

i. ୨ৎ ──── SYMBOL INDEX

✧ will write for them

✦ will bot for them

more coming soon . . .

ii. ୨ৎ ──── CHARACTERS

𝓪rcane

cassandra kiramman ✧

𝓰lee

quinn fabray ✧ ✦

rachel berry ✦

santana lopez ✦

𝓱arry 𝓹otter

bellatrix lestrange ✧

hermione granger ✧ ✦

lily evans ✦

𝓶arvel

natasha romanoff ✧ ✦

susan storm ✧ ✦

wanda maximoff ✧ ✦

yelena belova ✧

𝓻esident 𝓮vil

mother miranda ✧ ✦

𝓽he 𝓫oys, 𝓰en 𝓿

annie january ✧

cate dunlap ✧ ✦

indira shetty ✧ ✦

victoria neuman ✧ ✦

𝔂ellowjackets

charlotte matthews ✧ ✦

natalie scatorccio ✧ ✦

misty quigley ✧ ✦

shauna shipman ✦

taissa turner ✧

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theme wip—i got lazy...

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about to revamp... again...

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new pinned sucks but i got school so... bye, bye!

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............even mother miranda ?

dear god yes she’ll tell me to obey and i’ll say yes mommy

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⊹ aftercare ⋅ ୧ ⋮ charlotte matthews ꒰ men dni ꒱

summary ꒰ it’s been twenty-five years and the scar still opens up when you strain your hand too much. a triangle and circle, connected, and then adorned with two lines and a hook. you faintly remember how charlotte would preach, even blessed shauna’s firstborn with this damned symbol.

warnings ꒰ implied female reader past branding from charlotte past sa trauma from charlotte reader has a panic attack hurt, no comfort religious doubt post season 2 self indulgent ╱ wordcount o’ 860

     it’s a tranquil day here in wiskayok. it’s 3pm and the sun is glaring just right against your kitchen window. the faint sound of high schoolers driving home; the drag of their wheels against asphalt, the steady purr of their engines, the distant melodies of whatever kids listen to nowadays. it’s calm, washing the dishes. the soft thrum of water, the sound of porcelain clicking against the steel sink.

     the sponge, soft against your fingers, drains itself against the surface with every squeeze. soap runs down your hand, causing a sting. it seems you squeezed too hard again.

      you let go of the plate and let its bottom chip against the sink to inspect your palm. long, fluid creases make up most of its surface. creases akilah said meant you’d live a long, fulfilling life. creases charlotte would trace with the dullest of blades and then dig.

      it’s been twenty-five years and the scar still opens up when you strain your hand too much. a triangle and circle, connected, and then adorned with two lines and a hook. you faintly remember how charlotte would preach, even blessed shauna’s firstborn with this damned symbol.

      you can feel the static start forming in your head, the dizziness that hits you every time. twenty-five years since charlotte first got sent to switzerland, twenty-five years since she last came into your hut and told you to go back to sleep.

      the feel of her as you squirmed, praying to whatever god is real for her to just please get off faster.

      “the wilderness is pleased with you, yn,” she’d murmur, smoothing your dress and tucking you in like you were a babe. a small kiss pressed to your forehead and a faint apology whispered as she left your hut.

      you remember the first time it happened. unwillingly blissed out and all you said after the struggle was, “please don’t leave me alone.”

      she was already gone by the time you’d cleared your head enough to talk.

      you’re remembering too much, you realize. vision blurred, breathing labored, and you’ve dropped the sponge, too. just take a deep breath. breath in—one, two, three, four, five. get up. breath out—one, two, three, four, five. place down the sponge.  breath in—one, two, three, four, five. reach the leftmost cupboard.  breath out—one, two, three, four, five.

      dismiss the antihistamines, drop a few boxes of tylenol, and grab the box of alprazolam. xanax, written on the label in navy blue. uncapped with a bit of a struggle, trying to focus your eyes on anything but the window.

      times like this, it feels like the view of trees around your house was a mistake. they seem to become bigger and their shadows feel more like a cage than a nice, cool shade. when buying the property, it had been a selling point, but now you just want to go live in the middle of the desert where nothing except yourself can haunt you.

      you serve yourself a cup of water, cold from the fridge, a few droplets spilling. being too lost in thought makes you clumsy, prevents you from seeing just how full your glass gets. however, you go back to the goal, stabilizing yourself.

      maybe you don’t need the pills anymore, you think, but the leftover tremors through your hands and the ringing in your ears that’s trying to crawl back tells you otherwise. you split the pill through its wedge and swallow one half.

      now, just give it 10 minutes so it can start doing its thing. patch yourself up, you got this.

      you leave behind the glass and mess of medicines to find some gauze. you first wash your hands, rinsing the drying blood. a tube of aquaphor then makes itself known, the paste gently smoothed into your hand with a cotton swab. right after, you drape the gauze over and around your palm, trapping the last bits of blood.

      coincidentally, when you’ve just finished, your doorbell rings. you reach for a towel, dry your tears, and walk to the front door. your steps are a bit uneven, the residue of what just happened—a term you won’t acknowledge lest your friends insist you go back to therapy—visible.

      opening the door, looking downwards at the ground, you first notice a suitcase. your eyes trail up and—no, this isn’t real.

      “yn?” they call out.

      your hands are rubbing your eyes, this has to be some sort of joke. whatever god you prayed to back then clearly isn’t real because why—why—would they do this to you? you’ve done nothing but be good and you don’t understand why this is happening, you don’t understand.

      your face goes rigid and you’re about to close the door and sleep it off when they envelop you into a hug. “i’m discharged, did you miss me?” they whisper. you don’t want to believe it, you don’t want to believe she’s here.

      “i won’t leave you this time, i promise,” she adds.

      no. you don’t want it anymore. fuck her and her aftercare, you don’t want her, you don’t—

      she lets herself inside, pushing past a shaking you.

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GUIDELINES ♡. MASTERPOST

includes ──── (i.) blog rules, (ii.) request rules, (iii.) who i will write for, and (iv.) what i will and won’t write!

i. ୨ৎ ──── BLOG RULES

n.♡1 ` please do not interact with this blog if you identify as a male or are born after the year 2009.

9.2 ` why no men? : this is a wlw blog, a safe space for sapphics, and as lesbian, i have no interest in writing for male perspectives. thank you ♡

9.2 ` why no +2009? : my content is kind of odd, specially with violence, so i’m not comfortable with people way younger than my age range (16–17 as of writing this) reading my stuff. however, i am not anyone’s mom and don’t have the time to police this rule

n.♡2 ` this is a safe space for me and my target audience!

i will not tolerate any type of bullying, discrimination, targeting, etc. on my blog. if you have a complaint about me, please let me know so i can see if this is something i can fix

n.♡3 ` feedback and interactions are very important for me.

any and all likes, reblogs, and comments, are very appreciated. criticism will be well received too, of course

n.♡4 ` please do not copy, steal, plagiarize, or translate my bots and themes without my explicit permission.

just hop in my inbox and ask about it! that said, however, any au inspiration is completely allowed. i am not the first to come up with au's nor will i be the last. if there is heavy inspiration off the au content itself, though, credit is appreciated (especially to avoid mean anons)

ii. ୨ৎ ──── REQUEST RULES

n.♡5 ` i have the right to deny your request!

if it makes me uncomfortable or goes against what i will & won’t write, there is a high chance i will not write it.

however, if you see your request does not get written, there is an even higher chance i’m just working on it & taking long

n.♡6 ` considering i am still a high school student, it will probably take me some time to fulfill requests.

junior year is real hectic and i really am trying my best to keep you guys fed, but keep in mind i’m taking some ib classes and the rest uni level!

n.♡7 ` manners go a long way!

no need to be polite, of course, but don’t be overly rude either, please. just mind your ‘please’s and ‘thank you’s if possible ♡

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iii. ୨ৎ ──── CHARACTER LIST

n.♡8 ` i will make bots for most of the women in any fandom i write for except for game of thrones & harry potter. i will only make alicent hightower & cersei lannister bots for game of thrones and will only make hermione granger bots

8.1 ` list of who i write & bot for ♡

iv. ୨ৎ ──── DO’S & DON’TS

n.♡9 ` all my works will have warnings. (don’t like? don’t read.) however, please let me know if i miss any content warnings, i’d really appreciate it!

9.1 ` will write about : alternate universes  ⋅  blasphemy  ⋅  branding  ⋅  cannibalism  ⋅  canon compliant & divergent  ⋅  catholic references   ⋅  comfort characters comforting  ⋅  complicated family dynamics  ⋅  cult themes  ⋅  female reader  ⋅  fluff  ⋅  hurt, no comfort  ⋅  hybrids  ⋅  imbalanced power dynamics  ⋅  large age gaps  ⋅  major character death  ⋅  mental health  ⋅  mild gore  ⋅  physical violence  ⋅  psychological violence  ⋅  slowburn  ⋅  stalking  ⋅  stockholm syndrome

9.2 ` won’t write about : extremist content  ⋅  illegal age gaps  ⋅  incest  ⋅  male reader  ⋅  minors  ⋅  pedophilia  ⋅  smut  ⋅  unnecessarily suggestive content  ⋅  unnecessarily violent content  ⋅  vore

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