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MOVED TO @mamasgunz

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smile strains on her face as she swallows words she can't afford to say. needles stab her throat , paranoia slightly prying open her ribs . ❝ i only did what you told me to . i would've done anything you asked . ❞  can't will her voice above a mutter , hands nervously clasped on her lap . tries not to let her inner turmoil show , is dreadfully aware how the woman before her can sniff the shame from her like a wolf hunting an injured rabbit . shifts in the chair , the slight creaks filling the tense room . ❝ do ... do you know when the next shipment is ? i have , plans . ❞

devours the feeling of power over others ... how some crumble simply due to her presence ... mm. never full and always craving ... relishes in the desire to have company drowning in trepidation. places self gracefully in leather ligaments that had seen far too many things while taking home in her office. comforting chair for the most dire of circumstances ... fitting. she lets silence fill in for her words, nothing more than a soft smile offered to the younger female. finally, after a few moments, she speaks once more. " i insist ... you did good work this week. "

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❝ is that what you tell yourself every time you break my heart ? [ ... ] that at least im ALIVE ? ❞ lip quivers with each trembled word , an icy humour dancing as an empty huff of disbelieved amusement sprays from bloodied lips , scraped raw from her biting teeth . blood curls on her nose , in her fingernails . nails that stab into palms as the sea rises against her , waves crashing with a relentless fury . paint her a haunting wet . ❝ what's the point in being alive if you're gonna turn me into this . ❞ brown eyes wide . wider . arms thrash in the biting air . gestures to herself , the blood staining her shirt , sinking into her skin , itching her veins . fingers move to scratch her upper arm . ❝ you're the whole reason charon is dead . manon . you LEFT me for her and forced me to kill her . ❞ voice grows louder as tears well . ❝ you're not leaving anyone with a pulse but your goddamn self . ❞

even  now,  manon  could  barely  decipher  fact  from  fiction.  segmenting  every  memory  —  every  word,  every  touch  —  all  cloaked  under  bloodied  lace  &  chiffon,  a  veil  they  were  much  too  ignorant,  believing  it  would  remain  in  tact  -  untouched,  unprovoked.  all  the  while,  acid  pooled,  and  thickly  so,  battering  at  the  doors  of  her  throat  with  every  subsequent  admonition.  two-pronged  guilt  weighed  heavy  in  their  gut,  one  resting  in  the  wretched  responsibility  of  violet's  devolution  into  hysterics,  something  so  easily  soothed  had  they  simply  remained,  loved,  accepted.  the  other  side  of  it,  guilt,  shamed  amusement  in  a  power  play  such  a  lonely  soul  rarely  had  the  gift  of  participating  in.  “  you  and  me  —  ”�� voice  cracked,  shame  peeking  through,  “  we're  one  ‘n  the  same.  that’s  —  that's  what  we're  doin',  no  ?  takin'  ?  is  that  not  what  you  did  just  now  ?  ———  at  least  i'm  leavin'  'em  with  a  pulse.  ”

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a small huff of laughter exits from her lips at the demand , an annoyance seeping through her veins , spreading like veins . knows she has no right to feel the slight shock , knew how much of thorn irina could be when it came to a mark . slowly she bends down , slurping the noodles as if the words fell on unwilling ears . it takes another mouthful and a reach for coke for her attention to reluctantly fall back to her student . ❝ a shorter question would be what i actually liked about your artwork ❞ she quips back , tongue darting to clean the remnants of cabbage caught alongside her back teeth .

she leans back in her chair with a casual nonchalance that fades the longer the conversation carries on . ❝ sure it was pretty to look at , but people don't become artists to make pretty things . ❞ blonde continues , ❝ we become artists to make people feel something . anything . you could've duct taped a banana to a wall and that annoyance and curiosity probably would've done more for me than that hollow monstrosity you put on my desk. ❞

Irina forever remained the violent perfectionist. Her mind worked meticulously, fixated upon every insignificant error & failure. It doesn't come as a surprise that she remains restless over a grade that was considered exceptional. It wasn't like her to accept the very bare minimum, and she had somehow considered her grade less than her expectations. It also helped none that she'd grown to harbor a less beneficial fixation on her professor. She'd never speak about it, and she'd have to have it coaxed out of her to ever fully admit it.

A heaving sigh that racks her petite frame, curled into herself as she stands before the femme. A blank look settles upon her features, doe eyes riddled by exhaustion. "Yes," she states, a little too dry. Her head shakes, a manicured set of digits combing through tousled hair. "I needed to know exactly what you didn't like about it, otherwise I won't be able to sleep for the next week."

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read a rhaenicent fanfic and am now in desperate need of toxic yuri so like for a cute little starter

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irritation lays its heavy boot on her chest . the mere suggestion ... thought of being rejected stirs a rumble through her body . her ego is stabbed , punctured by the casualty of her words . an uneasy possessiveness oozes out of her . a breathe is taken , a smile small drawn as she takes another sip of wine . the wine , crimson and dry , like flecks of blood that once stained the bumper of her car , travels down her throat and drowns all the words she won't say . drowns the anger and the violence in her fists and leaves in its a wake a simmering annoyance .

❝ i thought i already proved how i respond to no's . you're more than welcome to try . it'll end the same anyway . ❞ she replies , a sting of bitterness drenched in the upward quirk of her glossed lips . her eyes dart back to her plate , manicured fingers grabbing the steak knife and fork and cut into another piece of steak . ❝ and besides ... you gave up because you wanted to and i let you to humour you . don't put your fragility on me . ❞

the  past  always  lingered  in  her  mind,  no  matter  how  much  effort  or  time  was  being  burned  —  it  didn't  stand  a  chance.  she  didn't  have  room  for  shame  since  working  as  a  body-guard  only  opened  doors.  only  to  end  up  on  jias  payroll  and  with  full  professional  intent.  her  well  being  priority  as  she  remained  at  the  femme's  hip  throughout  her  routine.  eventually,  her  emotion  tangled  itself  within  her  alignment  with  it  came  to  work.  yet  jia  was  worth  every  risk.  the  cushion  from  the  seating  carried  kimi  as  she  almost  merged  with  the  furniture  out  of  anchoring  herself  to  reality  the  more  her  words  filled  her  ears. the  bassist  was  silent  while  she  mulled  over  the  proposal.  "  wait.  "  her  response  short.  after  processing  her  words,  kimi  allowed  a  tickled  giggle  to  fall  from  her  once  stoic  features.  "  you've  always  been  a  mystery  to  me  [  .  .  .  ]  "  holding  the  stem  of  her  wine  glass  with  a  light  hold  while  one  side  of  her  lips  threatened  to  tug  further  as  she  was  fond  of  it.  "  and  what  if  i  say  no?  you're  kind  of  the  reason  i  gave  up  being  a  body-guard  anyways.  "

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restaurant   hums   with   soft   chatter,   warm   light   glinting   off   polished   silverware   and   half-empty   wine   glasses.   gaze   is   fixed   on   her   plate,   the   untouched   meal   a   stark   contrast   to   the   sharp   edge   of   her   words.❝ it   was   a   mistake   breaking   up   with   you, ❞    voice   is   low   and   steady,   a   blade   dulled   only   by   the   faintest   trace   of   weariness.   doesn’t   look   up,   doesn’t   acknowledge   the   weight   those   words   might   carry.   femme   cuts   into   her   steak   instead,   the   scrape   of   the   knife   on   porcelain   filling   the   pause   like   the   hiss   of   a   warning.

❝ i   wouldn’t   have   agreed   to   it if i knew there was someone in the picture . i don't like people playing with my things . ❞ finally   lifts   her   glass,   the   crimson   wine   inside   swirling   as   she   tilts   it   to   her   lips.   her   eyes,   dark   and   unreadable,   flick   upward  ��for   the   briefest   moment.   ❝ so ❞ she   continues,   dabbing   her   mouth   with   the   edge   of   a   linen   napkin,   ❝ break up with them . come back to me ❞

⠀⠀⠀⠀𝄃 closed ۟ 𒂭 @scftlightz

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tsks, head shaking as his words filter in one ear . ❝ why professor [ ... ]  that's no way to talk to a student  ❞ lips curve into a smile , slow and deliberate , as if she’s gifting him the privilege of her attention . can feel the tension radiating from him, sees it in the way his hands on the island . wren leans forward , elbows pressing into the cool marble of the island , the edge biting into her skin in a way she finds grounding . her head tilts , and she peers up at him through her lashes , her expression one of mock innocence. ❝ especially not one that has their whole life in your hands . ❞ power in her words doesn’t come from her tone; it comes from the truth in them . wren always gets what she wants . always. ❝ this is how its gonna go from now on ❞ purs , voice dropping to a whisper . ❝ i ask for something . you get it right . right now [ ... ] it's food . so this is the part where you [ ... ]    ❞ voice trails off , eyes slightly raised , waiting for him to either finish the sentence or take the hint .

"you  ...  you  invaded  my  fucking  privacy  by  taking  this,  wren.  forgive  me  if  the  last  thing  i'm  concerned  about  is  you  being  sorry  for  laughing  —  you're  clearly  more  childish  than  i  thought."  it's  a  car  crash,  a  ten  car  pile  up  and  grey's  right  in  the  middle  of  it.  "yes",  the  word  is  acid,  spoken  from  a  man  who  acts  as  if  it's  paining  him  to  voice  it,  to  be  vulnerable  and  come  face  to  face  with  stupidity  and  the  results  of  a  fed  ego.  "there  has  to  be  something  or  else  you  wouldn't  have  taken  it,  so  what?"  fingers  flex  at  his  sides,  resisting  the  urge  to  pull  her  to  face  him  as  she  moves.  "wait!  i  ...  "  exhaling  he  has  no  other  choice  but  to  follow,  studying  every  step  she  takes,  every  look  she  gives  to  the  apartment  that's  now  become  his  cage.  "don't  try  and  play  me,  wren.  you  know  what  you  want,  you  get  a  kick  out  of  doing  this  and  listen,  what  we  had  was  fun  and  exciting  but  we  can  both  move  on  from  it  ...  "  leans  against  the  kitchen  island,  a  faux  marble  creation  that  grey  despises  yet  can't  replace  just  yet.  too  many  charges  coming  to  his  account  would  scream  affair,  would  make  his  wife  start  back  up  her  weekly  phone  checks.  "you're  not  getting  shit  until  you  tell  me  what  you  want,  okay?  it's  not  that  hard,  it's  a  simple  thing  wren.  i  ask  a  question  and  you  answer  it."

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an uncontrollable giggle overtakes her at the sight of his face , wide eyed and fearful . a stark difference to the smugness that once filled his being . ❝ i'm sorry . . . you should see your face right now    ❞ the words are slightly muffled by the manicured fingers hovering over glossed lips , a weak effort to control herself . ❝ what do i want - what do i want hmmm . . .    ❞ pauses dramatically , her tone shifting to something almost absurdly arms are crossed as she looks around the familiar apartment as if eyes were anew. conveniently avoidant of any semblance of his family . lingers there for a moment , eyes roaming over him with idle amusement. then , as if compelled by some sudden thought, she pivots gracefully and begins a slow , deliberate walk toward the kitchen. ❝ i have to say i feel a little put on the spot right now . what if what i want isn't what im gonna want in half an hour ?  ❞ arms are crossed as she looks around the familiar apartment as if eyes were anew. conveniently avoidant of any semblance of his family . ❝  i better stay and just figure myself out . got any food ?    ❞

even  though  it  made  him  look  like  a  piece  of  shit  he  wasn't  above  pulling  the  'oh  but  she  came  on  to  me'  card  that  was  honestly  far  too  easy  to  wave  around.  if  he  had  of  known  how  difficult  wren  would  become  he  might  have  looked  elsewhere,  probably  toward  the  wannabe  dallas  cheerleader  in  his  senior  class  that  always  flashed  her  tits  his  way.  "you  brought  accessories",  homme  playfully  remarks,  snicking  the  door  shut  as  she  extends  her  phone  outwards.  any  hint  of  smugness  evaporates  as  grey  studies  the  photo,  his  naked  body  and  that  damn  vixen  carefully  in  frame  too.  "you  little  bi  —"  inhaling  slowly  grey  pushes  the  phone  toward  her.  "captured  a  little  more  than  my  essence,  wren."  when  had  she  taken  it?  last  weekend?  last  monday?  jesus.  "what  do  you  want?  a  higher  grade?  answers  to  the  next  test?  what?"

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Lily-Rose Depp ✨🩷

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choking . chokes . swallows . too much . you're too much . head cocks to the side , confusion mingling , anger roaring hands run through her hair . tugs on her hair . ❝ stop it just STOP IT . i am not too much you're the one that's the fuckin' liar . you did it before when you said you loved me and you're doing it now . because you're greedy . all you do is take . and take . and eat . and eat . flesh after flesh . skin after skin . bones and all . ❞ metallic scent of blood wasps through her nose and implants inside her . her blood . not violets . not manons . hers . her blood is simmering and brewing inside of violet and manon ... denies their love ? as though something as fragile as a word could sever the bonds forged in blood and ruin . as though she could be consumed and left behind , her marrow sucked dry , without consequence . they can't . not after . not after . ❝ you EAT me Manon . you don't get to decide I'm not your taste after eating me whole . you don't get to DO THAT . i won't let you . ❞

even  so,  with  the  putrid  scent  of  iron,  windswept  and  all-encompassing,  primal  modes  of  protection  —  fight  or  flight  —  remained  untapped,  perhaps  unnecessary.  manon  of  days  past  would  have  easily  pleaded,  offering  their  unparalleled  attention  as  some  bastardized  bargaining  chip.  in  its  place  sat  defiance,  more  so  tired  from  ever-escalating  schemes,  all  for  their  attention.  was  it  really  so  valuable  ?  some  sick  part  of  them  felt  chosen,  the  object  of  some  morbid  affection  that  was,  more  often  than  not,  suffocating,  but  albeit  heady,  when  it  came  to  the  forefront.  “  ‘cause  we’re  over,  violet.  ”  tone  unwavering,  its  steadiness  foreign  to  the  usual  manon.  “  you  ain't  got  the  right  —  no  say  in  nothin'  i'm  doin'.  ‘cause  we’re  over.  never  again.  nothin'  you  could  do  could  make  me  go  back.  ‘s  too  much.  you’re  too  much.  ”

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❝   can you please just let me in ?  ❞ voice shatters like the dam holding all her tears together . fingers clench slightly at her sides , frame slightly trembling at the weight of her emotions . she'd sworn off ever setting foot here before , but her feet carried her to their door before her mind could catch up . ❝    i swear we won't even do anything i just miss you   ❞

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❝   i   followed   you   .   ❞   bitter   satisfaction   bleeds   through   teeth   as   she   smiles   ,   lips   sealed   .   heart   is   beating   through   her   eyes   ,   pounding   in   her   skull   .   outside   .   inside   .   outside   .   static   courses   from   one   ear   to   the   other   .   ❝   you   weren't   answering   my   texts   ...   my   calls   ...   my   emails   my   ...   letters   so   -   ...   i   had   to   see   why   you   were   ignoring   me   -   what   i   did   so   wrong   -   how   SHE   was   better   .   she   wasn't   .   she   wasn't   !   ❞   erratic   ,   turbulent   ,   hysterical   ,   rambling   .   nearing   .   volume   increases   .   breath   increases   .   weight   of   her   heart   slamming   against   fragile   ribs   .   fragile   like   how   hers   were   when   violet   .   when   violet   .   sound   of   heeled   boots   under   gravel   distantly   echoes   as   she   walks   closer   to   them   .   confused   .   her   steps   are   confused   .   her   eyebrows   are   scrunched   .   her   mind   is   scrambling   .   digging   .   bleeding   for   an   answer   .   ❝   -   but   ...   but   you   were   still   here   with   her   .   WHY   ?   ❞

“  no,  no,  NO  —  ”  a  beat,  cruel  and  lingering,  thrumming  against  both  east  and  west  of  their  skull.  how  could  this  happen  ?  the  thought  repetitive,  one  whose  frequency  matched  the  incessant  drumming.  never  mind  the  blood,  the  deep,  crimson-dipped  edges  of  their  dress  -  lace,  floral,  a  momentous  heirloom  only  ever  unveiled  when  manon  felt  anew.  they  had  worn  that  dress  around  violet,  too,  some  sick  call  back  to  days  of  past  naivety.  “  you  can't  —  you  ain't  pinnin'  this  on  me,  v-violet.  i  —  ”  careful  negotiation  was  no  longer  in  question.  “  how  did  you  —  ”  fuck.  “  how  did  you  even  know  i'd  be  here  ?  ”

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❝ you told me that we'd be together forever ... you promised me you wouldn't leave . if you had just stuck to that promise and LOVED ME she wouldn't be dead . do you hear me ? she wouldn't be dead . this is your fault . you made me do this . YOU . ❞

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lemme try and get some muse going by saying like for a starter from one of my obsessive and insane horror girlies !!

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muse baby ... come back

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she knows . she has to. femme can see it in her eyes , her face , her lips , the words she chooses not to say . a rushed , paranoia stricken apology clogs her throat . it grows so claustrophobic it starts eating her alive from the inside out . still she does as the woman orders and sits ❝ im not - ... i shouldn't be drinking right now . ❞ awkwardly stammers out .

" and you know what would happen if you do ... right ? " head tilts whilst eyes never leave hers. lips part to speak again, " sit, jionni will be back with a couple glasses of red shortly. "