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Bookmarked by LexaLuthor13cats
09 Jul 2026
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BEEEEEEEEEEP.
The honk comes without warning. For half a second, Carol thinks she has been shot.
Then it keeps going. A sustained, unbroken, eat-shit honk. The kind LA people deploy when they want to fuck you up as a person.
The honking stops. The Range Rover's window comes down.
"Are you leaving the space or not." The woman says it flat, and bored.
Carol puts her own window down. Slowly, for the fuck of it.
“No, lady. I'm not leaving. I’m parked. This is a parking space, and I have parked a car in it. Like a human being is allowed to. Your response to that was to put your hand flat on a horn for what, an hour? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
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A feud for the ages. Two strangers let a parking incident burrow into their minds and slowly consume their every thought and action
Series
- Part 3 of Close Quarters
Bookmarked by LexaLuthor13cats
09 Jul 2026
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put your emptiness to melody (your awful heart to song) by wanhedalycia
Fandoms: Pluribus (TV 2025)
06 Jul 2026
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“You’re the maniac that wrote The Mast?”
“You must be Carol. Yes, that’s my piece.”
“Well, it’s impossible.”
“So you’ve said.” There’s a pause, and her eyes dart down to her instrument. “Well. My guitarist in Poland never had a problem with it.”
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zosia is a visiting musician at carol's uni, and part of her jazz quintet. carol has a problem with her music. there's absolutely no other reason her stomach keeps twisting when she's around her. none at all.
Bookmarked by LexaLuthor13cats
07 Jul 2026
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Zosia gently waves the camera in the air. “Did you bring this with you because you want to go sightseeing tomorrow or what?”
Carol stares at her reflection in the mirror. She feels her face burn.
“I – uhm. No, I didn’t.”
“Then what’s it for?”
“Fuck,” Carol replies, exhaling through her nose. She turns to look at Zosia, or rather, look away while facing her. “You can say no or – god, I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable –”
“It doesn’t.”
“Oh.”
“But we won’t do it if you don’t ask.”
Of fucking course Zosia wouldn’t let her off the hook easy. Of course she’d want Carol to say out loud that she wants to have sex with her on camera, that she wants to take pictures of her, immortalize her body when it’s full of marks, thoroughly fucked, spent, glistening with sweat.
It’s yet another iteration of Zosia pushing her to her limits. Ask for what you want, take what you need, fuck me like I’m yours, don’t hold back. She could think of so many more, but the only thing she needs to come up with, right now, is an answer.or
the one where Carol asks Zosia to make a sex tape. Zosia loves the idea.
Series
- Part 2 of the menace upstairs
Bookmarked by LexaLuthor13cats
27 Jun 2026
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Moiraine believes herself unreadable, above scrutiny and observation. But she has known for a while now, she has seen it, felt it, the attention that always lingered too long. More than once she has caught the slip of eyes to her lips, drawn to her mouth and fixed in place. It always burned with something close to hatred, something borrowed, and greedy, and full of self-doubt. She has wanted to taste it, ever since that first glimpse.
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Lanfear witnesses something she wasn't supposed to... debauchery ensues.
Bookmarked by LexaLuthor13cats
27 Jun 2026