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She could only think of Samarie in fragments. Black hair. Dark eyes. Black lips. Scarred arms. She wanted to know more, to know every detail about the person who was obsessed with her, who supposedly loved her. She wanted to know Samarie as completely as Samarie knew her.
What haunted her most was the scars. She had never seen someone riddled with so many.
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The girls being normal in normaltown.
Bookmarked by brunehilde
08 Dec 2025
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BEAUTIFULLLLLL writing, immediately became one of my favorite samarina fics <3 puppygirl samarie is The Realest & marina's inner monologue concerning The Grodiness of It All is everything I need
"marina voice this girl is so yucky disgusting i need to dryhump her immediately Who said that" <- crying at this tag 😭 the normalest things in normaltown!!
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"At every moment broke voices coupled with screams and hurried breathing, warning about an incoming apocalypse of air; phantasmagorical anti-images whirred and boinked their way through town, seeable not through their presence but through their droppings and trails..."
A storm traps Marina and Samarie at the PRHVL Bop. Together, they go through an emotional journey spanning their whole lives, fueled by sex, alcohol and disgust.
or,
samarina quasi-hate sex
Bookmarked by brunehilde
30 Sep 2025
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I ADOOOOOOORE this author's samarina!! 😩 beautiful stream-of-conscious prose, delicious fucked-upped-ness from both of our girls 🙏
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Running: Three Parts by orphan_account for brunehilde
Fandoms: Degrees of Lewdity (Video Game)
03 Apr 2025
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Bailey has never been a particularly lucky girl. She lives in a cold, cruel Orphanage, with hard wooden floorboards and the open maw of the Loft above. She works a cold, cruel job, running in the dark night for drug pushers and petty gangsters, stewing in their rivalries. She walks throughout town and cold, cruel eyes gaze upon her, with groping hands and harsh tongues as her feet beat against the road. But it's fine. She can handle it.
Bailey can handle anything.
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Or: Three part fic about Bailey's No Good Terrible Horrible night out. Takes place before Bailey becomes the Caretaker, when she's 18. As a result, much of this stems from my own imagination and inferences. Originally began as a gift tto deadfish-dol over on tumblr.Bookmarked by brunehilde
03 Apr 2025
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'Bailey having a shitty day' taken to the absolute extreme 😩💕 like witnessing a one-woman car crash that lasts over the entire course of a night. I'm sat watching rapturously whilst eating popcorn. an ABSOLUTE fav, Klori writes Bailey suffering so well <3
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"Yes, this life of perpetual darkness-this was better, much better. More controlled, more stable, no surprises, just the unending expanse of shadows and drafts to cocoon her into the great dark mass of the Manor, her Manor. When she woke up, there was no change. The windows were shuttered and closed, and no light snuck through. When she went to bed, there was no change. The windows were shuttered, closed, and there was no hope, no possibility, that even the slightest glimpse of streetlight or moonlight would shine through."
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Kylar is quiet, withdrawn, obedient. She is fast, hard, cruel, obsessive. She loves, and she hurts, and she is seldom loved back. In five short, non-linear vignettes, walk inside the crumbling, dilapidated mansion Kylar calls home, and piece together the girl she was before PC entered her life.
Bookmarked by brunehilde
01 Apr 2025
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reading this felt like wading through a condemned, partially-flooded hoarder house in pitch darkness & coming to the sudden realization that The House Is Alive and is slowly digesting you. & when you think you see a hint of light in the distance it ends up being snuff porn emblazoned across a computer monitor off some side room. 10/10 a horrific delight, in love w/ Klori's Kylarverse 🫶