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SashaButters

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SashaButters last won the day on March 27 2016

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About SashaButters

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    Future Crazy Cat Lady
  • Birthday 03/29/1991

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    http://sasha-buttersworth.deviantart.com/

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  • My pronouns are..
    she/her

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  • I'm into..
    Ageplay
    Bedwetting
    Diapers
    Cuddling
    Master / Pet

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  1. Oh gosh, my first fanfic on here. Ended up being like 120k words long pokemon monstrosity with lesbian sex scenes. . . except at the time... I had never had sex. It definitely reads like a virgin wrote it. It ended up on someone's Tumblr as one of the worst fanfics they had ever read xD
  2. I dreamed I was with James, but we were both teenagers. We held hands on the beach as we sat in the sand, watching the waves crash on the shore. There was a strange beeping noise that didn’t fit with the scenery, but neither of us seemed to care. He wrapped one of his arms around me and pulled me closer. I rested my head on his shoulder and neither of us spoke as we watched the setting sun together. And then Debbie was there pulling him away from me. “Why did you do it, Eliza? Were you looking for attention?” She yelled at me as she yanked him away. His hand slipped out of mine an
  3. I stared at the letter then back to my parents. I could feel a sense of dread begin to wash over me. My little sister? Why? She had no part in this! She was four then! Could they even mandate a seven year old to court? What about parental permission? There was no way my parents would allow this to happen! I wasn’t particularly close to Lily. Like most teenagers, I preferred the company of my boyfriend to my bratty little sister, but now I felt an overwhelming and fierce desire to shield her from the experience. I’m not even sure if she understood what happened to me back then. The
  4. "Sasha" for Sasha Braun, my favorite character from Attack on Titan. (You get that potato, girl.) And when I was trying to come up with another part, there was a bottle of Mrs. Buttersworth syrup on the table. Sasha-Buttersworth is my deviant art name, Butters here because the other one was too long. I think the image is from desperate leaf comic.
  5. I have trouble describing people and scenery. I end up leaving most of it to the readers imagination because a lot of main character introduction is so cringey on here it immediately kills a story for me. There's a lot of "men writing women on here" I know people are writing their fantasies, but as a female, when girls are staring at themselves in the mirror, we aren't admiring our "perfect ass and perky boobs" we are looking at all the blackheads on our face, all the strands of hair we can't get to fall the right way, how our make up looks like shit. etc.
  6. Thanks ^^ I appreciate that. This is just something I threw together this week, but if you like it you might like some of my other stuff. I just finished "What Happened to Ella Marsh" Not that long ago.
  7. I thought things had been going in the right direction, but Mr. Montgomery seemed worried. Since Debbie’s supporters were dwindling fast I thought that meant we were winning. “Public opinion isn’t what decides a jury’s decision.” He told me. “Evidence does.” I thought about everything that had been presented so far. We had receipts, an open antifreeze bottle under the sink, blood work results, facebook posts, you name it. He tried to reassure me he’d get the conviction, but I could tell he didn’t have the confidence he once had. “I don’t unders
  8. I was pretty sure I had everything I needed for school. The bus would be stopping at the corner in the next ten minutes, but Debbie was still working on my note for my two absences. How hard was it to say I was sick? From the looks of it, Debbie was writing my biography. When she finished, she folded it up and sealed it up in an envelope. I frowned as I held the envelope in my hand that prevented me from reading what she had written. I watched as she took out a new piece of paper, wrote a couple sentences and handed it to me. This I could read. To Whom it May Concern:
  9. Some people just want to watch the world hurl.
  10. Today was my mom’s turn to take the stand. She looked a little pale, but other than that she kept her head up high. She had wanted me to stay home for this, but there were certain things we had never talked about. I never had gotten a straight answer as to why she had taken Debbie’s word at face value and not mine. I had begged her to call the clinic Debbie had taken me to. One phone call. That’s all it would have taken for Debbie’s story to begin to unravel. My dad sat with me as we took our seats. It was the first time I had been so close to our former friends and neighbors, who
  11. I sat with my mom on the psychiatrist's couch unwilling to contribute. I was pissed. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to ”talk about it”. That’s what was causing all the problems to begin with. I was doing fine with the medication I got from my GP. “I can see that this has caused a great strain on your relationships with authority figures, and for good reason.” He said. I shrugged my shoulders in response. “I can see your mother is concerned about your recent behavior.” If by concerned he meant her snooping through my things and confiscating the little bit of we
  12. When I stepped out of the shower at Debbie’s, I was relieved to find a pile of clothes waiting for me on top of the toilet seat. I slid my pajamas on, despite it only being 6 pm, while thanking the powers that be I had been given a pair of my panties. It had only been one day and I felt I was already at my emotional breaking point. It had taken me awhile to stop crying, but as I stood underneath the soothing spray of warm water, my hiccups and sobs eventually ceased. I still felt miserable and sorry for myself, but underneath the surface was a feeling of tranquility that could onl
  13. “Eliza! Eliza! Wake up!” A hand gripped my wrist and I jolted awake. I sat up with a start, my chest heaving up and down as I struggled to control my breathing. I wrenched my arm back and flailed my limbs as I desperately tried to escape my invisible bonds. “Honey, calm down. You were having a bad dream.” I took a swing at the voice, before my arms were forcefully held in place. It took me a terrifying minute to stop fighting against the intruder and let the world ever so slowly come back into focus. I was back in my bed at home, and the person restraining me was my mother. I bega
  14. I slowly inched my way to the podium when they called my name. My legs trembled beneath me so much I feared for a split second I wouldn’t make it. I had been coached all afternoon on what to say and how to say it. I had to appear strong and unafraid. “The defense can smell fear.” Mr. Montgomery, the district attorney, had said. I only half believed he was joking. I wondered how strong I would appear if I fainted from nerves before I even gave my testimony. “Answer only what you’re asked; don’t volunteer information. Sit up straight and give your answers confidently. If
  15. It was the sound of Danielle’s laughter that had awoken Ella from her nightmare. Her eyes were damp with moisture and her nightshirt clung to her body from sweat. She pulled the thin blanket over her head and cried softly into her pillow in frustration. Why? Why was she still having nightmares? Had she really expected everything to just magically fix itself overnight just because she learned the truth? Heather had sat her down late last night and shared the good news. It was all a big misunderstanding. He hadn’t been kissing her, or groping her. He had been trying to save her. It h
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