#Lúcia

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[chloearit]

It was a special kind of intimacy, opening her up and reaching inside to replace broken parts. I'd worried they would stop producing them, but she was hardly the only one of her kind, and somehow, the world had decided their lives were worth continuing.

When we first met, we were human. Just a couple of kids who had our hopes of a normal life and a future robbed from us to be toys and props for men's pleasure.

They didn't see us as human, even back then. It was a small step to make it true.

It's been 50 years since then, and neither of us look a day older.

I close her up and look at her. She's beautiful.

I hug her, and she hugs me back. I almost cry, even now.

All our pain is in the past now. We won. We made it. And I don't know how.

We sit there, staring out at the sea for hours. I slip a hand between her legs. We kiss. We touch. We're all over eachother. I tell her "I love you so much. I don't know what I would do without you."

The night goes by. Eventually we fall asleep in the grass.

// by Lúcia

// originally published July 16, 2022

[namelessexistence]

some of my poor little meow meows are too niche for tumblr, unfortunally 😔

[egobrazil]

Mãe de Paulo Gustavo ousa em pedido a Léo Santana e choca Lore Improta

D. Déa Lúcia é cada vez mais necessária no “Domingão Com Huck”. A noite do dia 19 de março, a mãe do saudoso Paulo Gustavo lançou o sincericídio e perdeu a linha ao elogiar Léo Santana. Apenas com um detalhe: diante da mulher dele, Lore Improta. O cantor baiano, que está bombando com o hit “Zona de Perigo”, virou alvo da divertida jurada do programa justamente por causa da música, cujo refrão diz…

[chloearit]

tysm!!

Commissioned by @chloearit

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[zeroandvoid]

✧ Carminha moodboard ✧

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[amor-barato]

II. Cantiga de roda Eu era assim no dia dos meus anos E quando me casei, eu era assim Eu era assim na roda dos enganos E quando me apartei, eu era assim Eu era assim caçula dos arcanos E quando me sovei, eu era assim Eu era assim na voz dos minuanos E pela primavera, eu era assim Enquanto fui viúva, eu era assim Enquanto fui vadia, eu era assim E pela cor furtiva, eu era assim No amor que tu me deste, eu era assim E trás da lua cheia, eu era assim E quando fui caveira, eu era assim

Maria Lúcia Alvim

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[chloearit]

// discussion of csa and other potentially distressing things

One day I'd found myself alone with nothing to do. I noticed my father's old piano, off in the corner of the living room. It hadn't been used in well over a year, not since I played for him when I turned 14 shortly before his death.

I pulled it out of the corner and sat down in front of it. Started pressing some keys. Memories flashed through my mind. I started playing. After a couple failed starts I managed to play one of the pieces I'd learned almost without error. Then another. Then I just started playing freely.

I almost didn't notice when Nikita walked in the room.

I trailed off and turned to them.

They looked surprised. "You play? ... It sounds good."

"Just messing around... my father made me learn it."

They smiled and walked up to me. "You just keep revealing new skills I never knew you had."

"I didn't get to do much as a kid other than study."

Nika pressed a key. Then a couple more.

I joined in. "Father would make me play for him." I scoffed. "Not to make things weird..."

"Don't ever worry about making things weird," they muttered, tapping away at the keys.

"He made me undress, and then play. I think he got off to it."

"People get off to all kinds of weird things."

That made me pause. I stayed their hands. "How do you know that?"

"Long story." They returned to pressing keys.

"You should get a chair." I looked around the room.

They nodded, and quickly left to get one from another room.

For a moment, there was silence again. I felt Father's hands on my body.

The sound of a chair being pulled up next to me got me out of it. I made room and looked Nikita up and down as they sat.

"Do you know how to play?"

"No," they answered with a smile.

"I'll teach you."

I showed them some chords to play. They learned quickly. After a couple of repetitions, they started speaking while continuing to practice: "I had to find ways to make money after I got away from my parents. You meet a lot of weird people like that, and you hear stories. Obviously I got a lot of the creepier weirdos, but there's a lot of people who are just freaks."

"Like who?"

"One guy I heard of apparently makes his 'partners' play out elaborate death scenes with him. He comes every time without ever once touching himself. And then he just leaves. He's not a pedo though, just a freak, so I've never met him."

"He... acts out killing his partners?"

"No, no, he has them act out killing him."

"Huh."

"I kinda get it though, to be honest."

"What?"

"Have you never thought about what it would be like to get killed?"

I didn't respond. Of course I had, but... "Not like that."

They laughed. "You're so straightlaced."

"I don't think that's a word anyone's ever used to describe me."

"You're not a freak."

"You don't know that."

"What's your secret, then?"

"Huh?" I looked around the room, and paused. "Is anyone else here?"

"For real?" They smiled. "Just you and me."

I took a deep breath. "I get these intrusive... experiences sometimes. I don't know what to call them."

"Flashbacks?"

"No. They're not things that ever actually happened to me. Not like that." I shook my head.

"Fantasies?"

"Weird ones. Scenes of being... raped. Being a little kid and having horrible things done to me. And. I don't know... sometimes they don't feel all that bad? They feel almost nice. I don't... like it but I do... I do get off on it... is that... wrong?"

"Well, if it is, we're both marked for damnation."

"Huh?"

"Lu. You literally kill people for a living. I think that's more morally questionable than whatever you're worried about."

"But, I- I do it because-"

"Because of what they do, right? What they did to you, to me, to other children."

"Yes."

"Not because of whatever odd fantasies they might have. Because of what they chose to do."

"But what if I become like them-"

"You're stronger than that. That's what makes you different from them. You don't just give into your base urges. You care too much to ever hurt someone who's innocent."

"You don't know that."

"Using someone like that is an extremely callous, selfish thing to do. Every normal human recoils at the thought. That's why you're so ashamed of it. That's good. But you're not a bad person if you allow yourself to stop worrying so much about it. There's a big difference between an impure thought and an evil action. I think most people are very aware of where that line is, and they will never cross it, no matter how much they like to indulge in the fantasy. I've known you for a while now, believe me when I tell you, I don't think you would ever cross that line. But if you need my help to feel more secure, I'll help you with that."

"I think I'd appreciate that."

"It's your actions that define if you're a good person or not, and the impact you have on the world. You've helped a lot of people lead better lives. You're a good person, Lúcia."

// by Lúcia and Chloe

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