Anhedonia has me badPeople suckI don't know when I'll be back
Just a choom with a data-terminal and a dirty mind, chronicling the beautiful, broken-down nitty-gritty of Night City. Forget the polished corpo fantasy; I write about the real sparks that fly when meat meets metal, and when two damaged souls decide to delta from reality together for a while. My gig? Diving deep into the messy, sweaty, emotionally compromised heart of it all. Always with a heavy dose of smut, 'cause what's the point of living on the edge if you ain't gonna feel it? Check my shards, if you've got the stomach for it
Just a ChoomAbout Me
Look, choom. This datashard is pure self-indulgence. Might find some chrome in here that shines for you, might not. If it ain't your gig, preem, zero hard feelings. I spin these braindances in third person, ANYPOV. Cast is a mix—corpos, streetkids, solos, male or female, fresh meat at 21 or weathered edgerunners pushing 50.
You want flags? I got 'em all: green, yellow, red, and pitch black. Doms, subs, switches, whatever biz you're looking to run.
Most of these scrolls are built on BDs I’ve lived or whispers from the Afterlife. I jack into all kinds of genres: soft fluff, hard angst, dead dove, omegaverse, and straight-up smut.
Here's hoping there's a gig on this shard you want to take.
One last thing: if you see some gonk zeroing my IP and slotting my content on their own net, ping me at @maryfa1ry on discord.
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