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i'm going to [remembers suicide jokes have a negative impact on my mental health] be unwell, gentlemen. quite unwell, i expect. and i don't know for how long. a week? no, two. perhaps... perhaps more

on a scale of Victor Frankenstein to Laurie Lennox-Hall, how well are you dealing with the creature you made?

hours after being bodysnatched by an alien virus, your hijacked body flies itself across the Atlantic ocean to be molded into the shape of a stranger's fantasy. your body approaches the stranger. the stranger screams at you. she hurts you. she sends you into cardiac arrest. eventually, when it suits her, she fucks you. she asks you about your real life; your mouth gives careful, palatable answers. mango ice cream. a former partner, their gender withheld. the wig on your head smells like her house. "you're mine," she says, eyes wild, and your body agrees. that's all it knows how to do anymore.

Carol may actually be some of the best lesbian representation ever. Like on a serious note it's amazing how her sexuality is very center to who she is and her motivations, without it being the main focus of Pluribus. (Not to mention I love a queer story that isn't all about coming out) But on a less serious note holy Uhaul omg.

thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3