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made a proper fursona for dale ....
Tw body horror, dehumanization
Thinking of Bella in the dark world, hmmm something about being an object for other people's fulfillment
She's in a garden, a rose to be picked. There is no spring to draw her petals open, her natural whims end and begin with the dry crunching of gravel. Visitors.
Her legs tense, a remnant urge to flee, instinctual, vestigial. The muscle pulls where her roots anchor her to the soil, and as the first eyes set upon her, she blooms. Her skin splits and peels itself from her in curling layers, her raw flesh shudders against the world. They gawk at her beauty, graze their claws over bare nerves and sigh adoringly at how the thin and translucent layers strain and spasm beneath them.
Sometimes they pluck a petal or two, and she'll sing a song for them as they go.
He loves me, he loves me not...he loves me, he loves me not...he loves me not...he loves me not...he doesn't love me, and I don't love him either.
But I did, in my own way, but I don't think he ever loved me in any way, or how could he have done everything he did to me?
Why am I here?
What could I possibly have done to deserve this? What are you all?? Why are you doing this to me. Let me go...please, let me go...please. please please please-
The visitors do not appreciate the song. The Gardner still has work to do on this one. He will shake his head and come with his clippers, snip away those unwieldy, budding thoughts, make way for appropriate ones to grow. Ones which will smell sweet and be soft while on display, which will bloom brighter for the hands that raze it, and will wilt silent and wait for its end.
We should take more into account in rabbit stories that Europeans are the abnormal ones in the family for being social and digging burrows. Type, in their culture that part should be VERY relevant. Maybe a form of origin that they peaked by living together and a greater appreciation of the female's work by one of them being the "first" to form a hole for her family to live in?
I didn't think too much about the culture of my rabbits for IW, but that detail has been hanging around in my head since I started overthinking WD's "buck's don't dig" and "digger, listener, runner."
Hypnovember Day 2: Coils
When I write an induction that makes sense to me, at least. And also my two characters. So thatâs 3? (When I write out inductions the way I would say them sometimes they turn out marvelously incoherent. I actually tidied this one up to make occasional sentence breaks. if you can believe it.)
meh
BLESS YOU WEDS for getting my jokes TTwTT
every time a once in a life time joke gets made, i grown in power
misto warmups ... returning hyperfix