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not_a_goddamn_princess) wrote2021-12-08 07:05 pm
not_a_goddamn_princess) wrote2021-12-08 07:05 pm
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33 Apocalypse Ave, Wednesday Afternoon
Margo was getting an axe (with spikes!). Right now, she had a mace. It was nice, and heavy, and obviously fucking great for clobbering shit with.
She had never used a mace in her life.
So, after a morning spent watching way too many videos on YouTube, she was giving it a shot. Built a whole dummy out of a coatrack and some pillows. Drew a mean face on it with her lipstick.
“You fucking take it, you pale-ass fairy twat!”
She hit it with the mace, using the absolute most of her strength. And it worked! The whole thing . . . toppled over and hit the ground. Hard. “Right, maybe I should tape you to the floor or something,” Margo muttered. She lifted her arm for the spell, and . . . “Ow.”
Fuck, she was going to have to start doing push-ups. Wasn’t she.
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She had never used a mace in her life.
So, after a morning spent watching way too many videos on YouTube, she was giving it a shot. Built a whole dummy out of a coatrack and some pillows. Drew a mean face on it with her lipstick.
“You fucking take it, you pale-ass fairy twat!”
She hit it with the mace, using the absolute most of her strength. And it worked! The whole thing . . . toppled over and hit the ground. Hard. “Right, maybe I should tape you to the floor or something,” Margo muttered. She lifted her arm for the spell, and . . . “Ow.”
Fuck, she was going to have to start doing push-ups. Wasn’t she.
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