A. Moon
A. is 22 years old.
She is a member of tsar bomba.
A. is located in Tokyo at Onigiri Owl.
A. likes to go for a walk during off hours and is trying to do nothing in order to get ahead professionally.
ɪɴ ᴀ sᴜʀᴠᴇɪʟʟᴀɴᴄᴇ sᴛᴀᴛᴇ,
ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴄᴀᴍ ɢɪʀʟs
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| Days Active: 2318 days |
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2315. purr purr.
finally, she had a day off.
but really, could it be called a day off when she had people constantly texting her and trying to get into contact with her? she hated it. she hated every second of it. she never actually got time to herself anymore. she wanted to do things that people around her age did normally, like hooking up or going to spend time with friends.
since she'd run away from london and decided to live in her parents' home in tokyo, she had met and spent time with some new friends. she was making new connections. she was putting roots down. she never thought she would do something like that when it was so scary to make such big changes, but here she was, trying to be a mature young adult.
but just because she moved so far away from london didn't mean that she didn't still have the same responsibilities. now, of course, instead of english, she had to speak to her men in her broken japanese (incredibly embarrassing for her) and deal with even more misogyny. but at least her attackers - the ones whose throats she hadn't slit - were not here. they were back in london. she had not completed her revenge. she didn't have it in her anymore.
sprawled out on her back on her king-sized bed, the girl stared up at the ceiling and lost herself in her thoughts. she imagined herself going to a club and dancing with a cute (hot?) guy. she imagined the feeling of their lips brushing, of hands on her skin. her face flushed and she threw an arm over her eyes, letting out a long sigh. that was an unlikely fantasy. she had too many walls and the trauma of the assault still lingered in her mind.
"i'm so fucked up," she whispered.
suddenly, she felt small weights sink down into her bed and needy meows and chirps.
acantha peeked from beneath her arm to see two pairs of yellow-green eyes gazing at her with admiration. hecate and sekhmet. where could she find someone who'd look at her the same way her silly cats did?
Posted 11/24/2025, 8:00 AM
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