#bohemicns

Marginal March is live!

you were never my type. until you were.

fictional loser women Yes okay first thought. magrat garlick. I know she does not actually lose her fight but in every way she is a fictional loser woman. she's a poor little meow meow she's a research assistant she's the literal queen she fell for an elf trick out of spite. she is perfect. she fucks up her own baby's christening because she's traumatized by her name being magrat. sally and angua as a dynamic also fall into this category.

prompt, if it takes your fancy: nothing gold can stay

a cordelia anon prompt came in first and grabbed me by the throat, but i'm posting this to keep for later perhaps <3

ohhhh fuck you for this one bestie it's been rotating in my brain since you sent it

they're all control freaks, is the thing. laura, with her insatiable need for more, the way she'll swallow the whole world just so she knows it's sitting in her belly. cass, with - she laughs - does she even have to think it? name it, and it becomes real, she thinks, bitter. name it, and she may as well be talking to the therapist that charges too much, and she can't really afford it anyway, and for all they're willing to forget a name when it's a god, the old cunt always stumbles over cassandra. and sakhmet, claws and teeth and bloodlust all to keep something, anything, under her thumb.

common ground with sakhmet, of all of them. the voice in cass's head is laughing at her. but they're both, always, always fucking chomping at the bit for a chance to give some of it up.

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