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she's lowkey just like me
Does it really matter if your cage is solid gold when you aren’t allowed to leave it? A cage is a cage, no matter how gilded.
they told me to go. To be brave. That they would see me soon. One order, one urge, one lie.
Down here, life is dark and lonely, and it has noisy bells and not nearly enough wine.
I expect it would be a bit off-putting to vomit all over their place settings.
All men, whether they’re a king or a peasant, covet what they do not have.
You can pretend a lot of things in life. You can pretend so well that you even start to believe your own deceit.
We’re all actors; we’re all on pedestals with a spotlight shining on us, playing whatever part we need to in order to make it through the day—in order to help ourselves sleep at night.
You can have all the gold in the world and yet lack everything of real worth.
“I’ll put you in a palace, Auren. You’ll be safe. With me.” “But you’ll marry her.”
And what’s a ring when you have a heart?
“Your gold skin makes the food taste so much richer.”
vile
“You are worth more than all the gold in this castle. But I still own you, and I will spend you any way I see fit.”
id literally beat him to death with a hammer. with a smile on my face.
I didn’t get raped or murdered. Great Divine, what an abysmal bright side.
The people know about Midas’s Golden Touch. But his golden tongue? To me, that’s his true power.
It lashes out, slices into his arm, cutting through his thick furs like they’re as thin as a petal.
she could do that the whole time?!? not to victim blame but why do we keep getting assaulted then?? DEFEND YOURSELF??????
I won’t let it happen again. I won’t sit idly by and keep letting men crush me in their fists.
thank god
A scowl crosses his ruddy face when he notices us enter. “What the damned hell I got women in my galley for?”
REAL. women don't belong in the kitchen x
Where every other Orean man had failed, she succeeded.
He couldn’t bring back her father for her, but he could bring back her home. So the prince took her to the bridge of Lemuria once more, at the edge of their glittering sky, and he bound it. Through space and time, he found the thread that connected their realms through this voided bridge. With his great powers, he yanked it closer to Annwyn, to the fae kingdom, so that Saira could return home to Orea whenever she wished.
<3
He snapped the thread that Saira’s husband had tied with love, severing the bridge, and cleaving the realms in one mighty swipe.
okay cunt? he literally tied that thread with love.
Commander Rip takes a single step forward. One step, such a negligible thing, and yet, the menace of that stolen space between them has the captain’s hand going to the hilt of his knife—the
I want to breathe fire and scorch him where he stands.
real as hell
Fawns forced to gratify the predators. To entice them to watch, to appreciate. Persuading them to not harm, not bite.
Better the devil you know, but what happens when the devils are always new? Always strangers creeping up unexpectedly to snatch you away?
Maybe it would be a blessing to fall into the snowbanks and never wake up. A gentler embrace than what these men have in mind, that’s for sure.
Men making deals on the behalf of women never seems to go very well for the women.
It’s only fair. If we get sold to the devil, the demons shouldn’t get to torment us.
All because he wants a taste. Like we’re something to digest, to consume, to devour.
The answer, I suppose, doesn’t matter. But the question still burns.
But just like every time when anything bad has ever happened to me, there are no stars out. No light. No soft, glimmering shine. Just murky clouds over an endless night.
making everything feel dirty, cruel.
“I bet we could even hack that thing off with a hammer if you wanted to.”
the least she deserves
“Maybe don’t kick the solid gold man statue, okay?” “It was kind of worth it,” I grumble. She cocks her head, considering. Then she turns and brings the meat of her fist down onto the captain’s dick with an impressive hit. It would’ve definitely hurt if he were still made of flesh. And alive. “Ow,” she says, frowning at the unmoving gold phallus. She rubs her sore hand and looks at me. “Hmm. You’re right. That was worth it.”
small reparations
his eyes widening like prey who vastly underestimated the predator.
“I know what you are,” I say with a sharp tone, my accusation escaping with a puff of hazy air between us.
“Funny, I was about to say the same thing to you
My favored. My gilded. My precious. She’s been stolen from me and is being held in an enemy’s clutches.
go fuck yourself
She’s mine. And I’ll destroy everyone in my path to get her back.
GOOOO FUUUUCCCKKKK YOOOUUURRSSEEELLFF
