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wednesdaythesecond · 9 months

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pls tell us your fucked up petekey fic ideas. the people need to know

Ohhhh I have so many petekey ideas but my most recent one, I spent like 17 hours telling @bootlegfrnk about it. Okay so, uh, warnings for mouth gore, violence, abuse, vomit, incest- y'know, the fucked up stuff

Gerard and Mikey are weird awkward basement dwellers who don't know how to talk to people but they're y'know, 👀 of that age, and they're horny so they make out and fuck each other and ignore how weird it is. This goes on until Gerard goes off to college and Mikey doesn't have an older brother to fuck hide behind and has to talk to people himself.

When Mikey's not joined at his brother's hip, he's got that awkward but cute boy swag and ends up getting girlfriend 💕 we love to see it!

When Gerard comes back during a school break, he walks in on Mikey making out with his girlfriend and Gerard does not like that. He does not like that at all. Mikey is HIS brother and no one else is allowed to touch him! But obviously, Gerard can't come out and say that so he silently seethes every time he sees Mikey with his girlfriend and spends the rest of his time sulking in his room.

Mikey still wants to hang out with his brother though, so he finally convinces Gerard to come to a house party with him. Mikey's a lightweight because he's young and skinny and I said so, so he gets completely wasted right away. Gerard's also pretty drunk, which removes any and all inhibitions, so when he sees Mikey kissing his girlfriend, he snaps.

Gerard grabs a chunk of glass from a broken bottle and finds Mikey throwing up in the bathroom, where he tries to cut Mikey's tongue out. They're both drunk, it's an improvised weapon and the tongue is mostly muscle, so they end up on the floor, wrestling on the floor while Gerard slashes and hacks up the inside of Mikey's mouth.

There's blood everywhere, Mikey is making this horrible gurgling choking noise and Gerard is breathing hard and hissing about "that bitch" and "fucking touching you." Gerard's hands and cut up to hell, Mikey's mouth is a mess and they're both covered in each other's blood (and who says romance is dead?)

Gerard leaves Mikey lying on the floor (on his side so he doesn't choke on his vomit or blood or what's left of his tongue because Gerard is such a good brother), washes his hands, bandages them and flushes the chunk of glass down the toilet.

Mikey's tongue isn't fully severed but it's cut up to hell and whether from the vomit or dirty piece of glass or lying on a nasty bathroom floor, it gets infected. Seriously, badly infected. He ends up getting a total glossectomy (surgical tongue amputation) and never kisses his girlfriend or talks again.

Mikey retreats back into the basement, hides behind comics books and his brother again, avoids people and breaks up with his girlfriend. He learns sign language and never tells anyone what happened. He doesn't want to think about what happened. If Mikey doesn't tell anyone, he can pretend it never happened, pretend he doesn't know how Gerard got those scars on his fingers.

Gerard's not like that, not usually, it was only that one time. He'd never hurt Mikey again.

But he could, so Mikey stays quiet in every sense of the word.

Gerard and Mikey start hooking up again. It's fine, it's whatever, it's a physical release and they're both shut ins so it just makes sense. If Gerard kisses Mikey a little too hard, licks inside Mikey's mouth, that mess of scar tissue and insecurity a little too possessively, Mikey can ignore that.

My Chemical Romance forms almost exactly like it did. There's fans and shows and attention and albums and songs and interviews.

Mikey doesn't talk in interviews. He used to use sign language and it's the 00s so Gerard acts as his interpreter but it's so much easier if Gerard just answers for Mikey. He knows Mikey so well, he knows exactly what Mikey would say. Mikey can simply fade into the background, disappear behind his brother, it's easier that way.

It's the summer of 2005, Warped Tour and Pete Wentz has noticed the silent stoic figure hiding behind Gerard. He doesn't know a single thing about Mikey Way but he wants to know everything about him.

What's his favorite song? Why does he play bass? Has he ever kissed a boy? Does he want to? Why doesn't he talk? Can he talk? What's his deal? If he doesn't talk, what does that mouth do?

Mikey isn't used to get this much attention from anyone (barely even Gerard anymore <3) and he doesn't know how to react. He likes this attention and he kind of likes Pete. Pete's hot and funny and actually shows interest in Mikey as a person instead of just as an extension of Gerard. Pete tries to learn sign language and he's not great at it, but he's trying. Pete goes out of his way to talk to and hang out with Mikey, rather than just expecting him to be around by default. Pete respects Mikey's boundaries (no leaving marks, don't kiss him on the mouth, don't ask about the tongue thing). He's everything Gerard isn't and Mikey is more than a little into that.

Of course, Gerard won't like that Mikey's falling for someone else, but he's never going to find out, is he?

#waycest #petekey #mikey way #dddne #gerard way #pete wentz #my writing

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hauntedmoon519 · 4 months

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glossectomy a sharp twist and lingua released there will be no cauterization the wound will remain unsealed so that i can choke on my own blood and drown in the pain sufferings maw, i am your loser once more

#azrael #bad poetry #weird idea

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puppyluver256 · 9 months

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[Image Description: A human interpretation of the Hollow Knight, the titular character of the game of the same name. They have very pale scarred skin, long white hair in a ponytail, black and orange eyes, and a missing left arm. They are wearing a grey tank top, green lounge pants, and a silver hair clip shaped like the horns their original appearance has. They appear to be looking into a bathroom mirror that is out of frame, presumably mounted over a bathroom sink that they are standing in front of. They have a finger up to their mouth and are examining the strangely empty space inside, as their tongue has been mostly removed. The background is the pale blue bathroom wall, an open wooden door, and a view into the hallway with a beige wall and green fluffy carpet. End ID.]

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Hello and welcome to How To Make The Asshole Responsible For Mostly Everything In Canon Somehow Even Worse In Your AU 101! (: Step right up, it's gonna be a long-un.

So yeah, I still don't have all the details hammered out quite yet, but I do have significant points roughly accounted for. Even after they've been out from under his metaphorical wing for like four or five years, PK has of course still left considerable marks on all his kids. In this human AU, PK (who I'm tentatively calling Paul King until I find something that's not so perfectly fitting even if it's a bit bland for a character like him) is a fairly influential religious leader whose faith involved some principles akin to the quiverful movement, along with strict control over his progeny and a belief that children--or at least his children--only serve as accessories to their parents and something to be seen and not heard. This led to a lot of neglect for the kids under King's roof, thankfully only three full-timers this time instead of the likely hundreds of thousands just due to the differences of how mammal reproduction works compared to insects (or wyrm + tree I guess lol), and that neglect led to a Lot of Crap.

In fact, only two of the things that happened to any of the three kids were the result of direct action on King's part, and sadly both of those things happened to Hollow. One was the event that was the catalyst for getting the kids out (again I'm still trying to nail this down, but it does end in the house blowing up), and the other (: was the one time (: Hollow had the courage (: to talk back (: and King decided (: to make sure that never happened again (: and the man has medical training (: he was a doctor at one point (: so the glossectomy was professionally done by him personally (': ('': (''':

Anyway, yeah, that little detail is part of how I'm carrying over the "no voice to cry suffering" part of the Vessels, though in AU Hollow's case it's less "no voice to cry suffering" and more "no tongue to give that voice clarity and also they basically just stop trying shortly after". The other two don't vocalize for different reasons, Ghost is just the bog-standard neurodivergent flavor of nonverbal for the most part (they could probably speak if they tried under the right circumstances, they just don't), and BV's silence is due to neurological damage as they had a seizure that affected a nerve controlling speech, and that combined with them falling down the stairs shortly after certainly didn't do them any favors. ...though the black sclera for all three, that's another thing entirely, let's just say that their old house was similarly close to the source of a certain substance like the White Palace is in the game... As to why Hornet's not physically affected by any of this? Her mom's alive in this AU, obvs she lived with her. And even though she visited as per custody agreement, and also her wanting to be with her half-siblings to give them some actual human contact that wasn't just the bare minimum to keep them alive, if anything had happened to Hornet while in that house Herrah woulda gotten more than a little aggro (: Thankfully the siblings are in a much better living situation now!

.......also since voidy stuff is in this AU and they've got some and they can do this:

[Image Description: The same image as above, cropped to Hollow's face. Four black tendrils have been added coming out of their mouth, with black handwriting reading "void tendrils" and an arrow pointing to the addition.]

Yup. At least eating's not as hard for them as it seems to be for most actual willing glossectomy patients??? ^^;

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#hollow knight #the hollow knight #human au #jess drew the thing #sfw #image description #long post #child neglect mention #child abuse mention #body horror cw #just in case #that is for the void tendrils! not their scars and amputation!!#if you tag this as body horror then you'd better specify that's the reason or i'll kick yer ass!!!#...more accurately i'll either give you a stern talking-to or block you idk o_o;

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uniquevocashark · 7 days

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🥤❄️🔪

Thank you for your ask :3

🥤recommend an author or fanfic you love

Look at me. You will go to ao3. You will look up Laguz. You will read their fic Death, Bone and Song that I have been following for years. Go now.

Also HalewynsLady's fic Freely of your own will their use of first person is what really inspired me to try it for myself! (And also their other stuff is really good)

❄️ what's your dream plot/theme for a fic, and who would write it best?

My dream plot is a gothic horror of a maid piecing together the history and behaviours of Lady Dimitrescu in an incredibly tense and slow burn kind if way that ends in a cliffhanger that heavily implies the main characters infection and subjugation. I am tepidly trying it out with Birdcage but that has a significant difference in its end goal and the disposition of the MC to really fit this dream plot properly.

I am not familiar enough with the genre to feel comfortable giving it an earnest shot just yet but ideally I would be the one writing it!

🔪 what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Thus one is hard to answer because I have a bad memory but the first thing that comes to mind is glossectomy (removal of all or part of the tongue) for a fic yonks ago. Is that suitably weird?

#asks #answered asks #anonymous #thank you so much for the ask!!!#i do enjoy answering but i forget to frequently and also ive been super busy this week #my other answer for weirdest thing researched is probably those giant dragon straps for the forbidden happy end fic #though thats not really that weird considering

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basementboygirl · 7 months

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I have been told i scream in my sleep, but i wish if it bothered them so much theyd just give me a glossectomy before bed.

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arrangoiz · 1 year

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Partial Glossectomy with a Split Thickness Skin Graft (at Mount Sinai Medical Center of Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp9Mn8RNifg/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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hollowboobtheory · 2 months

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Surgery??

yeah i have cancer in my tongue so i'm getting a partial glossectomy and free flap reconstruction tomorrow

#beck rambles #crab rave #i've been posting about this but yanno some people aren't super on line all the time

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basavatarakam-cancer-hospital · 1 year

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Today our Head and Neck Oncolgy Team oganized a Total glossectomy meeting. Cancer survivors after total glossectomy i.e. removal of total tongue during treatment undergo major life change. They suffer severe handicaps in eating, speaking and communicating.

A positive outlook, a strong support system, and access to rehabilitation services can bring them powerfully back in the game of life and that is what this meeting is about. In this meeting ladies and gentlemen who faced a difficult diagnosis and courageously fought the battle with cancer and disability came together along with their family, friends, doctors, nurses, speech and rehabilitation staff.

To empower the fellow survivors to lead a fulfilling life after this devastating diagnosis and mutilating treatment, this initiative was started by the treating team of the hospital. Survivors found this meeting as a safe and encouraging space where they could share their experiences with life during and after cancer. In addition to providing emotional support, this meeting is a valuable resource for practical information, such as tips on how to adapt to changes.

After the meeting the survivors had food together and this was not a formality for this group but a demonstration of triumph over the disability.

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nealcorneliussen42 · 1 year

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ashitanoyuki-on-ao3 · 3 years

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Hey writing tumblr - and specifically, whumpblr! Have you ever wondered about a character's life after their tongue is cut out? Not just me, right? Anyways, I had a conversation with the lovely @reinedesombres about the logistics of swallowing with no tongue, and she was happy to provide a bunch of information! Reinedesombres is a speech pathologist and swallowing specialist (although she would like to add the caveat that she generally works with stroke patients and the like, not people who have undergone torture like many of our whumpees) and was able to provide some really neat stuff, so I figured I'd share it with the rest of you! Because she has a background in linguistics, I also asked some questions about vocal function without a tongue, and will include that part of the conversation as well.

Screenshots from our conversation are below the cut. I'll try to come back later and transcribe the screenshots for whump writers who use screen readers.

(Next screenshot is Reine’s response)

#writing #whump #whumpblr #writbelr #writing reference #whump reference #tongue removal #glossectomy

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uniquevocashark · 2 years

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A Good Servant

Part 3 of 6

Content warnings:

murder, blood, slut shaming, implied/referenced mutilation (nonconsensual glossectomy), smoking, mentioned domestic abuse, implied/referenced cannibalism, reader glorifies/enjoys watching murder, mother miranda, cussing.

Lady Dimitrescu does not acknowledge you or her pet much for that hour, nor does she react to her daughters attempts to grab her attention. You’ve kept your hands busy by doting on her and telling all the Dimitrescu’s about the thing in the dungeons that had injured the pet. It’s all very tiresome, you find, and once your done you devote your time to doting on the Lady.

By nine, with dinner unofficially postponed, Lady Dimitrescu lies on the bed in her study, the fireplace roaring the only noise in the room apart from the incessant, constant wind outside. Her hat lays by her side and she holds a book aloft, clearly unreading, mulling over a single bottle of wine. The room is hazy with cigarette smoke, muting the gold filigree on the walls and blurring them to a blank brown. She raises her chin slightly and you clean away the stain at the corner of her mouth.

She doesn’t even bother to move her eyes, “Pet.”

Her pet kneels at the foot of the bed. Lady Dimitrescu props herself up on one arm, her head resting her hand as she turns to face her pet. More silence.

“German?” She prompts and when her pet refuses to speak she continues, gesturing to you, “Only my head chambermaid knows German, darling. And I don’t recall giving you permission to learn.”

Her tone is thick and syrupy and she’s so still you could almost mistake her for a corpse. You had been tempted to bring Rachel in, but you knew now she would have almost certainly been beheaded. Where was the fun if you didn’t even get to savour the way, her bones cracked?

You only realise you’ve lost track of the conversation when Lady Dimitrescu raises her chin again, and you dab away the blood from the corner of her lips.

“You’re far too much trouble,” She said derisively, “Training you was a waste of my time.”

Her pet flinches, and you realise she’s bitten through her lip to keep from talking. Lady Dimitrescu tsks. She has you hold her glass as she drinks, an action she has only ever let her pets do. Her eyes flutter closed when you pull the glass away, her pet looks you straight in the eyes with what you could construe as a help me look. You look away.

Lady Dimitrescu sits up fully, grabbing her pet by the hair and sends you from the room without a word.

…

It is half past eleven at night and dinner is served.

The main dish is, ironically, a thicker soup made from the broth your sibling made. It smells vaguely of chicken and the ever-present blood. You look at the Lady’s pet, situated further away from the Lady has she has ever been, with Mihaela pale and shaking as she dabs away the blood flowing out of the pet’s mouth. You resolve for later to tell the pet she’s a cannibal, just to watch the horror dawn on her face.

You are surprised that she isn’t dead, though you’re sure she would rather be. Mihaela, as well as her wiping away the blood from her missing tongue and the tears, has to spoon feed her carefully. The pet still makes a mess, ruining the front of her dress.

You’ve positioned Rachel at the Lady’s right, her dominant side, and you can see her vibrating with nerves as she fills Lady Dimitrescu’s wine flute. You’re excited to see what she’ll look like when Miss Daniela brings in her husband. Or when the Lady exposes her extra marital activities. Despite what she seems like, Lady Dimitrescu is very stringent about the importance of following marriage vows.

Lady Dimitrescu has forgone her normal routine for dinner; the starters and dessert have been served first. Other than the soup, there are rainbow-coloured jellies shaped like butterflies. There are cakes; cheesecakes and pound cakes, red velvet and Miss Bela’s favourite layered chocolate cake. Miss Daniela, being away, has her pineapple cake untouched at the centre.

It isn’t until two in the morning, that Daniela brings both the husband and the former gardener into the room. Rachel had already stiffened, her face lathered in brilliant red.

Lady Dimitrescu, though seemingly uninterested in the village affairs, kept extensive records of nearly all of the villagers. She knew the time and date of all births and deaths, marriages and divorces. She knew when they had an abundance and when they starved, knew when they prayed and where. She knew when their children came of age and when their adults reached old age.

The Bradley’s had only been around for three generations, and Lady Dimitrescu had given them certain privileges to inspire a new flavour. But that was tangential; what mattered was that they tasted terrible and Rachel’s indiscretion, while distasteful, just solidified what the Lady felt already. You brought her pet closer to her arm and Lady Dimitrescu affectionately rubbed the drool of her chin.

“Mr. Bradley.” She purred.

“Yes, Lord?” Rachel’s husband, the manthing that he was, had a voice that you weren’t used to hearing. It had a strange contempt to it, layered over with fear that made it come out as a gravelly screech. It was unpleasant, especially since Rachel had such a lovely voice.

Lady Dimitrescu smiles, her teeth still red. She pulled Rachel’s corpse forward with one finger hooked into her ruined throat, and Rachel falls on the table. You had been enamoured when Lady Dimitrescu had grabbed her by the hair and ripped her throat out with her teeth; blood had sprayed, and Rachel had gurgled when she tried to scream, and you had bent down to watch her tendons strain and mangled vocal cords twitch with wasted effort. And, of course, that Lady Dimitrescu had not one drop of blood on her dress was utterly impressive. It had been beautiful, and you were so glad you were there to watch.

“I believe you lost this,” Then she turned to the gardener, her smile vicious, and gestured to you, “And this for you.”

You opened the silver dome to reveal her reproductive organs, glazed with red wine and vegetables on the side. The gardener screamed while Rachel’s husband seemed incapable of processing what was happening in front of him. “Rachel.”

Lady Dimitrescu licked the blood of her gloves. “Indeed.”

He bent over, his shoulder curling inwards. “Why?” He asked, and you were disappointed that he didn’t go for the steak knife sitting pleasantly on the table next to him.

“I have no use for whores, especially unfaithful ones,” Lady Dimitrescu puured, “Maybe she wouldn’t have been so tasteless if you had any tact that didn’t involve your fists.”

He doesn’t blink. “That’s barbaric.”

“Your face is so unsuited to lying.”

A muscle twitched in his cheek when she looks away from him. He isn’t old, but he isn’t young either, and his hands are missing fingers. You suppose he could be described as handsome, the way that a deboned rotting fish is considered handsome.

Daniela, blissfully unaware, picks up her blood covered cake, “I love pineapple cake.” She says happily.

…

It’s four in the morning when the table has been fully cleared, but Lady Dimitrescu has stayed and so have you. “You weren’t listening earlier.” She said.

You think for a moment, “I was lost in thought, Madame.”

She sighs out a long string of smoke, “About what?”

You cock your head back. “I wanted Rachel to die slowly.”

She laughs, though it’s a quiet chuckle more subdued than her usual bright laughter. Her pet looks at you, horrified. “You are after my own heart, my dear.”

You bowed slightly.

“Mother Miranda wanted to speak to you.”

“Very well, Madame.”

Lady Dimitrescu looks at you and you look at her and you aren’t sure what expression she wears. She blows smoke in your face, and you turn away from it. it means you don’t see her hand come up to grab your chin and stroke your cheek, nor do you see the way her pet looks at you both from under the table.

“The call will come through soon.”

“Of course.”

She lifted your face up and leaned close to your ear, “Be good on the call.”

“I will try, Alcina.” You lean into her hand a little and she twirls a strand of your hair around a finger, a delicate pout on her lips. The desire to console her is overwhelming, you can barely think enough to smother it; you settle for gently placing your hand on her wrist and pretending that’s enough.

You step away and she lets you go.

…

The phone rings at nine that morning and you end up taking the call while you’re beating a carpet clean of dust. “Dimitrescu residence.”

“I should hope so.”

“Mother Miranda.”

“Wesker.” She replied.

You pause, feeling slightly put out, settling the phone between your ear and shoulder. You had forgotten that was your name.

“Hello.” You said unevenly.

Mother Miranda’s laugh was no less lovely through the speaker than it was in person, “You’ve been well?”

“Very well,” You adjusted your collar and toyed with the charm on your necklace idly. “You wished to speak with me?”

You can imagine her fingers drumming against her desk, “I suppose I did.”

You waited for her to continue. She didn’t.

“I see.” You said tentatively.

“How is your sibling?”

“Fine.”

“And my daughters with dearest Alcina?”

You didn’t expect to bristle but you did, the clear relish in her words unmistakable. You looked out the window for a moment, “They are well.”

“Excellent,” You could hear the clink of glass, “I’m sending Vanessa to you.”

“Oh,” You said and then realised how disappointed you sounded, “Of course.”

She laughed again. “I want you to note down her condition,” Miranda continued, “Behaviour, twitches.”

“Yes, Mother Miranda.”

“It won’t be for another month,” she said. “Get a space ready for her. Wet, if possible.”

You can imagine her clearly, blond hair and bird mask, with her wings swept in close to her body. Dark velvet clothes and the ever-present inquisitive twinge in her eyes. “Wet?”

“Damp.” She clarified.

“Of course, Mother Miranda.”

“That’s all.” She said and hung up.

You set the phone down and carefully pushed a vase of its table. It shattered but you didn’t bother cleaning it up. The room is silent until Mihaela calls you to the Lady’s room.

…

You keep yourself decidedly neutral. Blank expression, impeccable steps, perfect posture. Your chest burns strangely, and you struggle not to snap at Mihaela when she stands in your way. You try to find solace in staring down the pet instead, but it doesn’t help, not when she cringes away to glare. You bare your teeth, not quite up to a smile.

She should be grateful that it wasn’t you removing her tongue.

It takes you a moment to realise that the silence of your entry has dragged on too long to be polite. Lady Dimitrescu as well, notes it, abandoning her own charade of being engrossed in a book of poetry she hasn’t touched in years. You bite the inside of your cheek. She raises a brow.

“Madame.” You say.

She turned to face you, a cup of wine in her hand and her pet’s tongue in the other. “You’re upset.”

“Well,” You say, looking straight at her, “Mother Miranda is a bitch and needs to talk more carefully.”

The room goes silent again, but you aren’t in a hurry to smooth it over. Lady Dimitrescu looks truly off guard, her eyes slightly too wide and her mouth open slightly, revealing the tops of her too sharp teeth. She rises from her chair, and you don’t break eye contact, stepping over the bloody carpet to loom over you. It hurts your neck, but you aren’t in the business of caring at present.

“What did you just say?”

“You are not deaf, Madame.”

She licks her teeth, and you feel a momentary regret. Her face has morphed into one of plain, eager amusement, “Anything else you want to get off your chest?”

You stare and she doesn’t back down and you bristle even more than before, “Fuck you too.”

#lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #a good servant rework #my writing #glossectomy means tongue removal

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