ÆVUS

ÆVUS

immigrantjughead

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MatureComplete Sat, Nov 17, 201817m

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To feel bones cracking underneath my fingertips, it's all I could ever ask for. *originally posted on archiveofourown

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☆ 𝘈 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 //𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘎𝘰𝘯//
𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭. 𝘈𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴. 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘢, 𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺, 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘰. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥.. 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘥. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘢𝘥. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘚𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.. 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩. 𝘚𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥. !!i do not own the cover!! TW: Mental health disorder's, possibly scenes that contains sensitive stuff.
𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙊𝘾 | 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙞 𝙉𝙖𝙢-𝙧𝙖
𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙄 𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙍𝘼 𝙭 𝙁𝙀𝙈!𝙊𝘾 𝐻𝑦𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛 𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩 𝑠𝑐𝘩𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟, 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡. 𝘼 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙮𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙯𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙯𝙤𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙪𝙨
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Trigger warning ⚠️ This story contains; Abuse Body horror Misogyny White supremacy Scarification Vomiting Abuse Sex R@pe Blood and mental anguish Every page contains a hint of violence and pain, please proceed with caution. Despair that binds your hands is a generational curse. Threads of fire woven from your upper lip to your lower lip... keeping you sat and compliant.

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