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#all hail to the queen of pop
dr-aculaaa · 5 months
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Hi baby ♥️ going back to our earlier convo, i’d love to see goth!reader jump steve’s bones at a Halloween party cause he just looks so good in his Ash costume you helped him make 🥺
No pressure if it doesn’t spark anything, ily ♥️
Hail to the King
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BF!Steve Harrington x Goth!Reader
Meet Me in the Graveyard masterlist
Drac’s Smut Fest
Anything for you, babes 🖤 thank you for the request @loveshotzz!! I hope you like it!
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warnings: 18+ mature content SMUT (minors dni) established relationship, fluff at the beginning and end, set on a post-Vecna timeline, they’re 25+, afab!Reader wears an Elvira costume, no physical descriptions or specific breast size mention of reader (so there do be boobies. A ton of boobie talk. Not sorry.) Steve being obsessed with you(r boobs) alcohol mentions + consumption/public drinking/getting drunk (for the sake of fanfic, please do not drink and drive), unprotected penetration, mirror sex in the bathroom at a party. If I missed anything let me know!
Word count: 4.3k
A/N: time jump to 1992 for the release of Army of Darkness, so I guess they’ve been together for a while now 🥺
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“Boo,” a giddy grin greets the reveal of your boyfriend from behind the wooden door, promptly arriving at his apartment, as it was officially go-time.
Game day; for this was your Super Bowl:
Halloween.
“More like Boo-bies,” Steve chuckles at the sight of you already with a face well painted, bearing a striking resemblance to the Mistress of the Dark.
Though he left behind his title as King years ago, he was ready to escort his Queen of Halloween to a party out in Loch Nora. You lived closer, but Steve had the bigger mirrors and better lighting in his bathroom.
With his arms crossed, leaning on the doorframe, you scan his well-put together figure: he was dressed in a light denim button-up shirt tucked into dark belted-khakis, just as you requested of him.
“Well?” You raise a dramatically drawn eyebrow, waiting for him to allow entrance into his abode, “Aren’t you going to let me in?”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he then retorts with a smirk, reaching out of sight to where a small table was set to house a large wicker basket. He rests the near horse trough-sized container on his hip, plucking out a single cherry flavored lollipop from the overflowing bounty mix prepared for all the costumed kids that lived at his apartment complex.
Steve rolls the white paper stick between the pads of his thumb and index finger, a mischievous look on his face wanting you to play along.
A single blink in a glare above a lopsided smile, you hold out your canvas tote specifically containing special-effects makeup, other bags dangling off your arms containing miscellaneous things like your wig, heels, and tight black dress.
“Trick-or-treat,” you then sweetly beg, your eyes shifting from the tongue-staining sweet to your boyfriend who was nodding, pleased with himself, as he set the basket back down, to then watch as he swiftly removes the paper wrapper in one easy pull, holding out the bright candy orb on a stick out for you like a congregation coming to altar for holy communion.
“Happy Halloween, Spooky.” Steve smiles admirably at the sight of you receiving the candy on the center of your tongue, stepping aside the threshold for you to finally enter.
“Happy Halloween,” you grin once more after swirling the lollipop in your mouth, a pop of the candy off your lips before you kiss his that already lingered of countless Reese’s peanut butter cups,
“-you freaking dork.”
-
Standing next to you in his bathroom, the sounds of the television broadcasting a B-list science fiction horror from his connecting bedroom is masked by the sounds of Steve’s blow dryer; low heat, full blast.
He’s got a tint of brood on his features, furrowed brows from the hot air in his face covering over his momentary mope about you taking kitchen shears and removing one of the denim sleeves, an incision across the fabric on his chest for you to then grip the pocket and rip down the entire left front.
Though, Steve was still Steve, and despite it being a perfectly fine shirt wasted, he liked the way his torso and bicep looked with each raise of his arm as he styled his hair.
He really liked the way he caught your eyes shifting in the mirror to look at the dark curls on his chest and stomach, pretending you weren't, as you were sticking the millionth bobbi-pin in your scalp to hold your wig in place, and the way the makeup you’d be putting on for Ash Williams’ scars and smudges of corn syrup blood he helped you make would cover his own healed patchworks of discolored laffy-taffy keloids and hypertrophics.
“Sit still,” you then warn him, taking the small squeeze bottle of fake blood to his hairline to drip down his forehead as he sits on the toilet seat, moving onto his makeup after he helped you zip up your dress.
“-and stop licking the blood off your lips,” you tsk, giggling at the pink of Steve’s tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth to where you just applied the red-dye corn syrup mix, switching attention from your boyfriend to the reference sketch on the counter you made after your two birds one stone date night the other week rewatching Army of Darkness.
“Is the bloody unibrow necessary?” Steve squeezes his eyes shut at the feel of you running Q-Tips along his eyelid to clean-up your accidental smear. “I mean- people will definitely get the costume- you did an amazing job, babe,” you feel his hand touch your waist in assurance, “-but maybe we could leave this tiny detail out?”
A toss of several red-stained cotton tipped applicators into the small waste basket, your lips trill in surrender as you cease the fight against runny liquid sweetener.
“Yeah…. okay,” you sigh, letting Steve stand, his hand on your waist then moving upwards to rub your shoulder before walking over and admiring your work in the medicine cabinet mirror on the wall.
“We’re gonna be late and I need to fix my boobs.”
“What’s wrong with your boobs?” He quickly rubbernecks from his upclose inspection at his makeup, liking the eyeliner you delicately drew on his waterline, as genuinely concerned deep hazel quickly jumps from your chest to your face behind the raven-black banged bee-hive wig.
“Nothing’s wrong with my boobs, Bubeleh,” you smile with a shake of your head, both hands on his broad shoulders that rub and pat as you see him out of the bathroom, “-just need a few minutes with the girls to get them to behave.”
“I think I could help, though?” a cheeky grin under sticky sweet blood offers, causing a roll of your eyes as you push against his sudden halt where tile meets carpet. “I could offer an extra hand? Or two?”
“Just go put your shoes on,” you give him a final shoo, “The three of us will be out in a minute.”
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“Holy Hooters,” Steve’s jaw drops upon hearing the click of the bathroom door swing open, your amplified bosom front and center as everything was pushed up and presented in a way he’s never seen your body before.
“Steve,” you bashfully grin, feeling warmth creep under your high pink and purple powdered blush, feeling his shining eyes follow your figure scurry across the carpet to grab your purse and black strappy platforms off his dresser,
“C’mon, baby -Let’s Boogie- we’re definitely gonna be late if you drool off your makeup.”
“H-How did you make them- How did you get them like that?” Steve hovers behind after locking the front door, keys swinging around his finger as he follows you close down the outdoor stairs of his second-story Dingbat apartment building, still completely baffled by your boobies.
“A gal’s gotta have her secrets, honey,” You stop to look up at your boyfriend, shooting him a wink as your shoulder raises to shrug into your ear with your best Jessica Rabbit drawn-this-way diction.
Steve takes a deep breath, releasing it dramatically through puffed cheeks as you go to wait for him at the bottom of concrete steps, balancing on the balls of your feet in fishnets and high heels; He has half a greedy mind to come up with a plan that would get you back upstairs to his bedroom, letting his eyes be the only ones to see you in this costume.
And they didn’t dare peel away from your visage the rest of the night, making you laugh heartily in the costumed crowd as if you had Steve Harrington in some sort of shirt-saboteur spell, a compliment to how good you look following each drink of beer and party punch he throws back.
He’s mesmerized, watching some of your drink spill as you partake in a chug of pure fuel, the bright jungle juice slipping past your lips that matched the color of the solo cup. He was jealous of the way fallen alcohol dribbled down the lines of your neck and the droplets that faced their splatting demise on the round, warm, skin.
You were like Steve’s own personal Halloween themed beer poster girl, wanting to drink you up until his brain buzzed and the room spun as the two of you danced and swayed to the spooky synth and Halloween rock.
It takes you by surprise mid-conversation at the kitchen barstools, standing as Steve sat with a corseted Frank-N-Furter Munson (who was comparing fishnet brands with you) and a Pee-Wee Buckley and Miss Yvonne Wheeler who also delighted in your busty humor while doing salt-lime-tequila shots with them, when you then suddenly felt the tip of Steve's nose on your chest like a bruise to the sternum
His friends, also drunk, laughed as he faceplants between the twin peaks, mumbling incoherently into your skin with rosy-cheeked giggles. The gummy fake blood sticks to the fine layer of sweat on your skin, him inhaling the warm velvety rose perfume he loves that makes you nearly lose balance on your heels from his abrupt ragdoll weight on your wobbly tequila legs.
“Drink much, dingus?” Robin cackles at the sight of you combing long black acrylics through his slicked back caramel locks, not intentionally making him moan from the pain of tugging him away from your chest with his childish refusal, a styrofoam and cardboard homemade chainsaw prop help keeping you in his gorilla drunk-strength arms.
The feel of nipping at pushed up skin, you keep the yelps in your throat in the form of breathy giggles, mouth slightly agape from slight embarrassment by this attention, you save friends from more of drunk Steve’s loss of inhibitions by excusing yourselves.
The walk up the stairs of whoever’s house this belonged to, is clumsy, stuttered, as you climb past the blockade set for guests to not go to the second level, disregarding the host’s wishes as your boyfriend has never been this clingy before.
In public, at least.
Fake chainsaw tossed on the bathroom mat like a hockey glove, you flick the lock behind you and Steve returns to worship your flesh as you’re pinned to the hollow door, fingers weaving through his hair again, now with more pull and scratch the way he likes as your breathing becomes shallow.
He could suffocate.
He could drown and die happy right here in this moment.
With sudden grunt and a light on your feet feeling that makes you squeal in your locked lips, kissing you deeply as he hoists you onto the sink, Steve makes your ass knock over the bathroom’s bottles of soap and night cream and clattering perfumes as the cool of the mirror meets with your party sweaty back, the chill making your spine arch as you moan into his bloody lipped kiss, tasting the culprit budweiser on Steve’s tongue.
“Fuck,” exhaled on each other’s mouth as the drunken state of mind only wants to tear off costumes behind this locked door, muffled sounds of party-goers chattering over Strangelove by Depeche Mode blasting over a hooked up plethora of speakers.
That click of the door knob shut off the outside entirely, your momentary own little world filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and moans escaping wet lips amplified in the acoustics of this dim bathroom.
“Want you,” whimpers a whine into his ear as he’s latched onto your neck with a suckling kiss that transfers your ruby red pout under your ear.
You can feel your long black press-on nails tighten and nearly pop off your fingertips from the way you’re gripping the back of his light denim button up. Fingers curl around the leather strap harness across his back, keeping it in your fingers as knuckles slide over his shoulder and to the ripped sections on his chest before you give a forceful tug of the borrowed piece of your wardrobe, pulling Steve up off your neck and bringing him close to your face, biting his lipstick stained puffy bottom lip again.
“I want you right now.”
His hand pressed against the prop dagger on your stomach starts to trail down between where your fronts collided, the zipper of his dark khakis grinding against your needy core,
“Gonna give it to ya, honey,” he breathes hot against your throat, “-gonna give you what you want.”
Fingers slither under the slit of your dress, finding your heat trapped behind dark fishnet stockings,
“Mm, but this won’t do,” he nips at your collarbone before you whine more at the loss of contact, a gasp as his hands then grip your waist to pull you off the counter and land on your high heels
“S-Steve-“ You giggle through the rush of suddenly being manhandled and flipped as elbows land on the sink counter to have you bend over for him, “-what are you doing?”
“These are in the way,” you hear Steve grunt after the back of your dress is drawn back like curtains as he lowers to his knees, the sounds of nylon madly ripping and snapping in his fists quickly following.
“Steve!” you yelp through a grin, a rush of adrenaline making your elbows on warmed granite tremble, another moan escaping you conducted by his touch on the high inner parts of your inner thighs as he strokes you prettily, in admiration of his impulsive work.
The strap of your black thong perfectly nestled between the soft peach before him, not hesitating in leaning forward, both of his hands on your hips hold you steady as you feel his mouth start loving on the curve of your rump.
“Are you just going to kiss my ass all night, Handsome? I thought we were getting busy here, -hey!-” another laughing yelp shuts up your playful witticism upon feeling the pinch on meat held between Steve’s sharp teeth like a hungry dog gifted a top round steak.
He jumps to stand, his hand, now free of the prosthetic, warmed from the prop glove, centers itself behind you, his fingers hooking along your exposed sex as his other hand comes around to cradle your jaw in the entirety of his palm.
“Watch the wig, Ashy Slashy, don’t wanna ruin the fantasy,” he watches your smeared blood red smirk curl in the mirror, feeling the gulp in your throat and each vibration from the pleasured reaction of his fingers pulling aside thin undergarments to already feel you clench around nothing.
“What’s the rush, Spooky?” His dark glare meets with yours in the reflective glass, seemingly mocking you as he mirrors your lips parting the more you feel his digits sliding through your dripping honey glacé arousal, “-can’t I just play with you a bit before our show starts?”
“No fingers,” you seem to snarl amidst a gasp, “-I said I want you.”
Those glued on, thick, falsies upon purple and magenta lids flutter shut in your hitched breath plea, the young man grinning to himself as you still backed into his hand to chase the pleasure still not quite in your grasp.
“Yeah?” you feel a tightening under your jaw to lift your slightly drooping heavy head to look up and rest fuschia powdered contour to his sticky bloody cheek, being able to taste the alcohol on his breath, “Think you’re ready for me?”
“Mhm,” glossy eyes open to look at him in the mirror, nodding in his hand that then becomes gentle, a tender wrap around your throat with a thumb brushing small circles on your pulse,
“I want you, all of you.”
The extraction of his long fingers then hell for leather go into his mouth for a licking clean from his own tongue, one quick suck tasting the flavor of you as Steve positions himself promptly behind, hips parallel to yours. One firmly planted handful, gripping the plush of you, spreading, as he readies himself, already eager and hardened since dancing with you downstairs.
Feeling him between your thighs, forwards and back, the tip of his shaft rubbing along your entrance with easy glides of his length that tease, feeling his folded over zipper gently scratch your skin as he has you coat him before slowly plunging to be deeply rooted inside of you.
“Deep breath, Pumpkin.” Steve coos; himself as well, sucking in the dense air of the bathroom and holding it in his rapid pounding chest, watching your soft contorting features in the mirror react as his brows fiercely knit from the feeling of his aligned tip sinking into your warmth.
The sounds of your acrylic nails softly scratching on the counter and porcelain sink go unheard beneath your combined moans as inch by engorged inch, your needy hunger envelopes Steve entirely in a saunter embrace.
There in that frozen-in-time moment of Steve nestled inside as you rest against him before vigorous thrusting commences; how easy it was to cup each breast and free them from the deep plunging, strapless, longline bra; discovering the secret to your gravity-defying boobs, medical tape.
His fingers slithering to curl under the sides of the black dress’s neckline as he begins his adagio thrusts while tearing off the double-sided adhesive sticking to soft skin in haste that stimulates the summits of your breasts, now cupped in the heart of his palms.
Each pushing momentum from behind your bent figure has you keeping a jut chin up, a second-thought caution so as the heavy wig on your head doesn’t test the security of CONAIR and Goody, though one sharp, deep, thrust from Steve has you keeled over, head dropping between your shoulders.
“My sweet girl -fuck- so fucking hot’n’all mine-” You hear his sweet murmured praises from behind as he begins to pinch sensitive peaks, his hot breath against your black dress as he folds over the arched curve of your spine to plant kisses all over the back of your shoulder before his hands on your lower back help him push off to lift and straighten once more.
“You knew what wearing that costume would do to me,” he lustfully stares you down in the reflection.
“Mhm,” you lift your heavy-feeling fuzzy brain back up, a bite of your smeared lipstick and half-lidded eyes with mascara starting to ink at the corners of your eyes gazing with cartoon hearts in your pupils at Steve’s contorted features in the mirror, “ -and I knew what putting you in that costume would do to me-” you then retort, a slight bounce to the undertone of your syllables from his relentlessly plunges that make him smile stupidly at the slick sounds of your combined sex making a mess that slowly creeps down your ripped fishnet wrapped inner thighs.
“Is that right?” Steve leans forward once more, his front now pressed against your back as his chin digs into your shoulder, his heavy breath directly on the shell of your ear as he keeps your matching smudged eyeliner gaze on lock.
“Well then,” you feel Steve’s right arm hook around to rest on your clavicles, his forearm to the bottom of your throat as he raises you from the counter with a grip on your shoulder.
With bare breasts completely out of the dress in full view of the mirror, you watch his other hand slither between your legs, you grip onto his arm with fingers curled at his elbow and wrist while his start to rub in small circles that make you moan gaudily with a cheek resting on his bicep. He goes to speak after the pause, a lick of his lips,
“-Hail to the King, baby.”
-
You’ll never tire listening to the way Steve’s breathy voice at the side of your head with soft grunts professes a pledging ardor,
“I love you.
I love you.
Fuck- I love you,” as he slowly rides out his climax.
Such fervor tuning to tenderness, continuing the adoration into aftercare as he kisses you sweetly, now gentle upon the spots he ravished as you’re turned around for him to kiss you, eyes to gaze upon you, not the cool glass reflection.
Steve watches you pull at the neckline of your dress, the tape not sticking to your skin as it previously held adhesive.
A blush creeps across his face in a lighthearted apology earns him a pressed lip smile as you try not to get too mad, ruining each other’s costume being inevitable like it has been these past few Halloweens.
“Hold on, Honey, I’ll be right back” Steve momentarily parts to then return less than a minute later with someone’s oversized coats from a random bedroom closet on this floor still only the two of you were on.
“Black or purple?” Steve prompts with a smirk, holding an onyx fur coat on one arm, a scratchy felt-like texture made of wool on the other.
“Steve-” your wide eyes in disbelief below the curving inquisition of your brows continue to tell him, “-we can’t just steal someone’s fur coat.”
“So… black,” Steve nods to confirm, holding it open for you to slip into the luxurious, buttery feel of the silk interior lining,
“-black is always my baby’s happy color.”
You feel guilty stealing this gorgeous coat, A-line and knee length, but you’ve secretly always wanted one like this. The gently dropped shoulders rest on yours, alongside Steve’s arm that hooks from behind as you walk down the hall in a scurry with wicked giggles as to not get caught upstairs; a double-take that makes him nearly slip on his leather loafers as a zippy U-turn grabs the chainsaw prop off the bathroom floor- the Evil Dead giveaway who wrecked the bathroom and broke the “no upstairs” rule.
“C’mon, c’mon,” he whispers through a grin, helping you walk down the stairs as you lean in still with wobbly legs in each assisted step.
“Let's hit the road,” his larger hand finds yours amidst the crowd of corpses and ghouls for fingers to interlock as he whisks you away like an All Hallows’ Eve Prince Charming
The Irish Goodbye of a Bonnie and Clyde getaway, Steve’s maroon four door zooms through the sleepy streets of your hometown as trick-or-treaters were well in their beds after sorting the Kit-Kat’s and marshmallow zombie heads.
Being closer to Loch Nora, Steve pulls up to your driveway. Soft smiling sighs at each other through the night ensue after the rush of fleeing won’t be heard of until friends call in the morning with their alka-seltzer hangovers. Steve then unclicks his seatbelt while the two of you sit through the end of the song on the radio, leaning in over Robert Smith’s Do-do do’s and woah oh-oh’s as sleek as a sheik spinning round and round, he wakes you with a kiss to your cheek while the other rests upon the pilfered fur.
His nose brushes against yours before you feel a gentle caress of his fingers brush aside the wig hair woven into your false eyelashes that flutter like crow wings at his touch.
“Hi, Stevie,” you softly mumble, suddenly brought back to your body as visions of slutty Draculas and Bikini Frankensteins from the party vanish to see Steve’s warm hazel flicker over your features as he watches you slowly wake, smiling to yourself as you can still smell his Burger Boy drive-thru order and him finishing your melted strawberry milkshake while you were sleeping.
“We’re home, Sleepy Bat,” he gives you another kiss, “-let’s go to bed.”
A shower was in order first, shared, as you had the bigger cubicle for company. The peeling off of costumes that drape over the laundry basket, this Halloween cling to each other’s bodies does not end as the two of you stand beneath the steaming descent of water that washes away makeup to splash at your toes.
Those acrylics were stronger than you thought they’d be, all ten still remaining on your nails that help lather out the hair gel and glucose from Steve’s scalp until he’s a smelling sweetly of your palmarosa, cedarwood, clary sage, and lavender.
The scent is bewitching, relaxing, Nirvana- as it blends with the soft scent of fresh laundry from Steve’s soft, Evil Dead shirt, a secret black graphic tee in his wardrobe since he started dating you, only worn when you’re snuggled up like this.
Intertwined with one another, you’re watching a witching hour rerun of your favorite hostess with the mostest in a cuddling embrace underneath your merlot comforter.
Feet finding his, the back of your foot then strokes the hairs on his shin while your side digs into the black satin sheets, those last few minutes of comprehensive consciousness are filled with sleepy chuckles in your throats as she entertains you two with suggestive commentary and obscene pokes at a screwball comedy featuring Vincent Price as a scamming undertaker.
Wig detached from your scalp with some help from Steve, leaving a mess on the counter for the two of you the next afternoon, you’re lulled to sleep by the score of dark comedy whimsey and his hand glides across the tour dates on your souvenir shirt from when the two of you trailed up to the city to see the Cure on their recent tour.
Stroking your spine like the pretty black cat you are, the soft glow of purple spider string lights hung in your room illuminates his hand that continues to feather down the plains ofyour body until he hears the sounds of his creature of the night softly snoring, tranquil and serene with a cheek pressed to his sternum like a floorboard over his beating heart.
‘Unpleasant Dreams’
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Stay Safe this Halloween 🖤
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sukisheadlights · 4 months
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MAKE ME STAY!
landonorris x famous!oc
summary: where she sends the Internet into a slow spiral after releasing a song out of the blue (except it’s not out of the blue, it’s papaya)
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rory’s voice mail 🎧: PART 1! hope you guys like this, it’s obviously going to be a slow burn but I’m really excited to write it for y’all <3 ALSO the first two chapters are gonna be a little slow to set up the story and a strong base for it 😚 LOVE YOU SAY IT BACK
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@TMZ • 2 hours ago
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lilsedge · 9 months
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The Judgement Day’s Girl (pt 9)
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Part 9
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Monday Night Raw
Y/N’s life has been chaotic since Extreme Rules. With Beth having a concussion. Y/N thinking she should just stay at her parents’ house and not go to work and her parents forcing her to go. It’s just been a lot.
The Judgement Day also tried to get a hold of Y/N after Extreme Rules. No answer. Y/N didn’t want to talk to them after hurting Beth. Edge she would’ve been fine with, but Beth no one hurts Beth without a consequence. 
Y/N had a lot of thoughts walking into the Barclay’s center in New York. She tried to keep busy with her usual routine. None of it worked. She already knew the schedule because every time she walks in now a crew member comes and gives her one after the minor incident.
Y/N was booked as ringside for her uncle’s match against Chad Gable. They also booked her for the Judgement Day’s promo after the match, but beside that in brackets it says just in case. 
She found that weird, but hey what could she do about it? Running behind schedule, Y/N quickly began her makeup.
She got everything on and ready, but has not tied up her boots yet. She had forgotten to do that. Running over to her uncle’s change room. She knocks on the door and Rey answers it with arms wide open. The hug was comforting and much needed. 
“Amor, your laces aren’t done up,” Rey states, looking down at the boots.
“Oh, I forgot to do them up. Thanks tìo,” she replies. 
“Ready to go to the gorilla now?” Rey questions as she finishes doing up her laces. 
Y/N nods, follow her uncle out the door.
Booyaka, Booyaka
Y/N and Rey were walking together down the ramp. Y/N loved hearing the crowd pop for their favorite superstars. It was just a great feeling that warmed her heart. The cheering died down as you hear. 
Shoooosh, Shoosh please
It was the Alpha Academy. Y/N hated them. Not only were they annoying to her, but Otis just makes her so uncomfortable with the comments he makes about her. Whenever she’s standing ringside and he is too, he just tries to flirt all the time.
Y/N was still in the ring when Chad entered. She exited. Rey turns to her and kisses her cheek before putting all his attention on Chad. As soon as Y/N’s feet touched the ground, Otis was right at her side. 
 
Y/N wasn’t really paying any attention to the match. As Otis was talking to her and flirting. She had almost lost it when he touched her. The touch didn’t last long as he realized his buddy Chad was outside of the ring. Y/N looked up and her uncle was still in the ring. 
She also tried really hard to pay attention on her own when Otis wasn’t bothering her. It’s been her mind that hasn’t been right. She thought being out with the WWE universe would calm her mind, but it didn’t.
Her mind was quickly cut off when she heard the opening to the judgment day theme song. Jumping up on the apron closest to Rey, which was right in front of the commentator table. She saw Rhea and Dominik come from backstage. Her uncle was shaking his head. Y/N was just nervous for her and her uncle. She realizes she can’t ignore them forever, but for now, at least she could try. 
Trying not to focus on the two coming from backstage, Rey focuses on Y/N, ushering her off of the apron. Informing her he’s got it. Y/N listens to her uncle. 
Of course, this match was a blur for Y/N. Now that Rhea and Dominik were out there, her mind was going 1 000 miles a minute. She managed to catch the last bit of the match when her mind finally calmed down. Rey had won.
She slides into the ring, hugging her uncle and congratulating him on the win. She smiled as Rey’s arm was lifted up by the ref. The smile didn’t last long. Dominik was getting into the ring, so she backed up. Rey told her beforehand that he wanted to deal with Dominik alone. 
Dom wanted his father to hit him. Rey wanted nothing to do with that. He was going to get out of the ring, but Rhea was standing there. Rey turns back around to look at Dominik. 
While that is happening, Rhea looks at Y/N, who’s distracted by the father and son. She pulls out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffs Y/N to the ropes. The young girl looked at the handcuffs, tugging at it. She only ended up giving a small cut on her wrist. Dominik was yelling at his father to hit him. Rey didn’t want to, though.
Rey had noticed Damian get on the apron and went to punch him off. Finn then enters the ring. Rey fights Finn, sending him into Dominik, and now Dominik is outside the ring. Y/N made sure to back up before she got hit. The slight moving back causes the cuff around her wrist to cut deeper into the skin. 
Y/N looks up and sees her uncle set Finn up for a 619. The 619 didn’t make it, though Dominik had intercepted it. While Rey was lying on the ring, Dominik was yelling at him again, “Hit me!”
Y/N tries to scream at Dominik to distract him, but that doesn’t work. Apparently they also had tape, so Rhea put a piece over her mouth. The tape for sure didn’t last long because Y/N’s other hand was free. The crowd was chanting, ‘You Suck’ at Dominik for treating his father like this. 
Y/N had to look away. Rey was crying, and she couldn’t stand when her family cries. Her uncle had turned away. That was a big mistake. Dominik hits him from behind, holding him there until Rhea grabs Rey’s arms and holds him in place. 
Y/N started yelling at Dominik again. This time, Finn came up behind her and put his hand over her mouth to shut her up. Dominik had done it. He had delivered a 619 to his own father. 
Y/N had to think quickly to get Finn’s hand off of her mouth. She bit down on his hand and punched him in the stomach. Now she has full access to yell at Dominik, to yell to see if her uncle is okay or just to yell at the Judgement Day in general.
Since the Judgement Day had a promo next, they left Y/N handcuffed to the rope. She was still bleeding. The WWE universe could probably see on her face that she didn’t want to stand out there for how long with the Judgement Day. She had hoped that someone could save her from this nightmare, as she liked to call it.
The booing from the crowd made Y/N start to laugh. That was until Damian looked at her. She had stopped quickly, looking down at the handcuffs, seeing if there was a way to get out of them. 
“Like I’ve said every single week, since you peasants can’t get it through your thick skulls,” Rhea starts off. 
She finishes off by saying, “The Judgement Day, we run Monday night, Raw.”
“You hate to hear the truth,” Damian states. “That is truth, Rhea spoke truth.”
“I mean think about it,” he continues, “Every single person that steps to us falls, all the while the Judgement Day continues to rise.”
“You know what, though. Let’s talk about something more important. Let’s talk about how my boy Finn Balor handled business at extreme rules,” Damian finishes off. 
“Like I’ve said before. When you come at Finn, you best not miss,” Finn starts.
Y/N wanted to be gone from the ring. Even from the building. She didn’t want to stand close to Judgement Day. Y/N didn’t even catch most of Finn’s sentence.
“-I ended the party,” Finn states.
Y/N was bewildered. She didn’t know about no party. When she finally clued in, she felt stupid. There was no party, it was just everyone celebrating Edge’s return.
“I pissed on y’all’s parade,” the Irish man continues, “because I made her dad say the words ‘I Quit’. That’s right, I made Edge say the words ‘I Quit’.”
Y/N rolled her eyes when Finn looked at her. She thought we got it, Finn; we don’t need you to repeat yourself.
“Hey Dominik, what words did I make her dad say?” he questions Dominik while pointing towards me.
Dominik replies, “Edge said ‘I Quit’.”
“Hey priest. What did I make Edge do?” Finn questions again.
“Oh, you made Edge say ‘I Quit’,” Damian replies, laughing.
“That’s right. I made Edge say the words ‘I Quit’ and you know why, because Finn Balor don't quit. I’m too legit to quit,” he finishes off.
“No, that’s not right. You were gonna quit if those baboons didn’t help you,” Y/N decides to yell at him.
They ignore her. 
“You know what? Have you seen him since Saturday Night? You know what, let’s watch it again because I want to watch it one more time,” Finn says.
They played the most important parts of that match. Ones that Y/N didn’t want to rewatch or even relive. The poor girl made sure to not watch the screen when the end of the match came on. She had to hear her father utter the words again and hear the chair hitting Beth.
When the video ended, Judgement Day was all standing and laughing together. This is what Y/N couldn’t stand about them. They injure someone and laugh about it. She would at least be a bit worried about the person if she did that.
“Oh brings a tear to my eye,” Rhea starts off, “The Glamazon, Beth Phoenix. What a joke.”
“Beth, what I did to you was just a glimpse of what I’m capable of,” Rhea states.
“And watching Rhea and action, you know, just-” Dominik pauses.
The crowd was booing so loud he couldn’t speak. Finn tried to shut them up. 
“You guys are just jealous, so shut your mouths,” Rhea says.
“What I was going to say was, Rhea hitting Edge’s wife, Y/N’s mother, Beth with a conchairto did it for me, and I know it did it for all of you as well,” Dominik says.
Y/N doesn’t care what Dominik said next. She was in her own world trying to figure out the handcuffs. Careful not to tighten them more. The handcuffs weren’t the only thing on her mind. Everything that happened on Saturday was on her mind. The only time she looked up was when AJ Styles’ theme song went off.
“Finn, as long as we’ve known each other, it’s come down to this,” AJ says.
“AJ, you made this a lot harder than it needed to be,” Finn begins, “I could have ended this-“
“Oh woah woah, hold on, hold on,” AJ cuts him off.
“Finn, I’m not out here to argue with you. You’re right,” says AJ.
Y/N was so confused, it wasn’t even funny. Why would AJ want to join the Judgement Day?
“Everything I needed was standing right in front of me. With my back against the wall, I’ve been alone for far too long. There comes a time in a man’s life where he needs friends. Hell, in my case, I need family. So from the first time we met in Japan, to now. I’m I not my brother’s keeper.” AJ finishes off kneeling on the floor. 
Y/N couldn’t believe her eyes. AJ was going to join the Judgement Day. There was nothing she could do to stop it, either. They would all ignore her if she yelled. Finn puts his hand out to help AJ up. They share a hug.
“AJ, AJ, I’m so proud of you and I knew you would finally come around,” Finn says.
“I wasn’t talking about you,” AJ replies. 
The theme of the O. C play. The smile on Y/N’s face grew wider than possible. Gallows and Anderson were back and ready to fight. Dominik starts yelling at the O. C and Gallows had enough and just slapped Dominik. That started a fight. 
The O. C was in the ring as the Judgement Day made their way backstage. 
“Hey, do any of you have a key to these?” Y/N questions the three.
Karl pulls out a key and unlocks her. They got a good look at her bloody wrist. Before ushering her backstage to go get it checked out. 
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That was part 9. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. My favorite thing is AJ saying, “I wasn’t talking about you.” I don’t know why it just makes me laugh every time. Hope you have a good night/afternoon/ morning!!!!
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semisolidmind · 7 months
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Wellp, better late then never
Raise your glasses with me - all hail the Monster Queen! Pop the corks for all the best to Semi.
Cheers! 🍾🐙🥂
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get back in the ocean ye beast
(but seriously thanks, i look suitably threatening :) and monster queen? you flatter me)
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envieuu · 3 months
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୧ ও THE MEMBERS OF ENVIE ଓ ৴
TW. ABUSIVE PARENTS
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JANG MIJOO was born on February 20, 2000, in MOKPO, SOUTH KOREA to a religious family. She was raised with both her religion and school life as her top two priorities. However, during her childhood, she'd grown a love for singing. She would sing all the time, to the point the people around her would get annoyed of it. Though they couldn't deny that she had a beautiful voice. This is when her parents decided to make use of her talents by putting her in their services choir. Due to this, Mijoo and her family quickly became notable members of their church.
Although she enjoyed singing with her church, Mijoo saw something bigger for herself. She saw herself becoming a name that people would recognize. This was when she realized that she wanted to become a gospel singer. At the age of 13, Mijoo uploaded her very first video to YouTube of her singing a rendition of one of her favorite gospel songs. This would become a frequent for the young girl as she would go on to post multiple covers at least every two weeks.
Gradually, she would see a rise in views that would eventually lead to her discovery by HONEYMOON AVE Productions at the age of 16 years old. Mijoo went on to sign a contract with them and would gear up for a solo debut only a year later. She would release a few songs before going practically radio silent until 2020 when her contract was bought by FLEURY RECORDS. Following her new exclusive contract, Mijoo began her training with the Envie lineup and continued to debut as the group's MAIN VOCALIST
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ THE BASICS
FULL NAME. Jang Mijoo
BIRTHDATE. February 20, 2000
ZODIAC. Pisces
BIRTHPLACE. Mokpo, South Korea
HOMETOWN. Mokpo, South Korea
ETHNICITY. Korean
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ CAREER
OCCUPATION. Idol
GROUP. Envie
POSITION. Main Vocal
YEARS ACTIVE. 2016 - present
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ PHYSIQUE
HEIGHT. 5'3" (161cm)
FACECLAIM. Kim Jiwoo
BODY MODIFICATIONS. Standard Lobe Piercings
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YING JIALI, formerly known as POPPY, was born on June 7, 2000, in Huangzhou, China, but moved to NEW YORK, where she resided in QUEENS. She was raised in a household with her two sisters--one older, one younger--by her cook mother and her father who worked an office job. Her childhood wouldn't be described as ideal by anyone, as her father was abusive to her, her siblings, and her mother alike. Even though she would stay quiet and to herself in the house, she would receive majority of his lashings.
Even in the strife, Jiali found her passion. She was in love with dancing and would use it as an escape from her challenging domesticity situation. With an idea of how she could get away from her father, she snuck out on several occasions to auditions for dance teams. Somewhere along the lines, Jiali found out about K-Pop and was inspired by senior groups like GIRLS' GENERATION and FLOE&HAIL. This is when she would stumble upon advertising for global auditions at FLEURY RECORDS, which excited her because it happened to be the agency that housed the group mentioned prior. She would sneak out once again and audition for the label and luckily was accepted.
In one night, she would quickly leave her family behind, writing notes specifically for her sisters and mother. She vowed to provide for them once she makes it where she wants to be in life. She began training with Fleury and was even sent to participate in the 2018 survival show PRODUCE 48 as POPPY where she would ultimately rank #18, unfortunately not making it into the lineup. Although disappointed, this would later work out in her favor when she would be able to debut as Envie's MAIN DANCER, LEAD RAPPER, and SUB-VOCAL.
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ THE BASICS
FULL NAME. Ying Jiali
ENGLISH NAME. Briella Ying
BIRTHDATE. June 7, 2000
ZODIAC. Gemini
BIRTHPLACE. Huangzhou, China
HOMETOWN. New York City, New York
ETHNICITY. Chinese
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ CAREER
OCCUPATION. Idol,
GROUP. Envie
POSITION. Main Dancer, Lead Rapper, Sub-Vocal
YEARS ACTIVE. 2018, 2021 - present
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ PHYSIQUE
HEIGHT. 5'7" (170cm)
FACECLAIM. Shen Xiaoting
BODY MODIFICATIONS. Standard Lobe Piercings, Upper Left Arm Tattoo, Tragus Piercings
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LEE KIYEON was born on July 1, 2001 in SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA to an orthodontist father and psychiatrist mother. It's safe to say that she was raised in a wealthy household, her upbringing never being one in struggle of finance and bathing in luxurious items. From the time she was 4 years old, she pursued a serious career in ballet. Her mother, in spite of being a psychiatrist proved to take a serious mental toll on her daughter as she seemed to live vicariously through Kiyeon. She was unhealthily attached to her life and often pressured her in her ballet career. Though at her prestigious studio a lot of her peers despised her, and the competition was dire, Kiyeon's own mother probably served as her biggest enemy.
Somewhere along the lines, she was deemed something close to a prodigy by her instructors and peers alike. She would go on to score lead roles in a large sum of the institution's productions, but this wouldn't come without heavy competition between her and one of her friends at the company that would last for years and be a detrimental to her psyche. Either way, because of her performance quality, she would be scouted by a talent agent at Fleury and become a favorite among the trainees. After training with the ensemble, she would debut as Envie's beloved MAIN VOCALIST, LEAD DANCER, and VISUAL.
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ THE BASICS
FULL NAME. Lee Kiyeon
BIRTHDATE. July 1, 2001
ZODIAC. Cancer
BIRTHPLACE. Seoul, South Korea
HOMETOWN. Seoul, South Korea
ETHNICITY. Korean
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ CAREER
OCCUPATION. Idol, Ballerina
GROUP. Envie
POSITION. Main Vocal, Lead Dancer, Visual
YEARS ACTIVE. 2005 - 2018, 2021 - present
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ PHYSIQUE
HEIGHT. 5'6" (167cm)
FACECLAIM. Kim Minjeong
BODY MODIFICATIONS. Standard Lobe Piercings, Upper Right Arm Tattoo
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KANNIKA SHINAWATRA, professionally known as YANA or YANA SHINAWATRA, was born on September 13, 2002, in CHIANGMAI, THAILAND to an acupuncturist father and an actress mother. From a very young age, Yana knew what she wanted to be: a star. She looked up to her mother as a little girl who was a popular actress in Thailand and often wished to be adored just like her mother. Yana began getting recognized once she got a little older and was often casted for small roles as a child actress for advertisements and tv series. However, acting wasn't really a passion for Yana. It was performing that inspired her most.
Talent agents recognized Yana's natural star power and often tried to scout her for multiple opportunities. But there was one thing that stood in the way of her dream, her mother. Her mother found her charisma and talent cute when she was younger but seemingly started to sabotage her own daughter. She would purposely ruin her chances to claim fame and get big. Yana's mother felt as though because she was getting older and receiving less attention, her daughter was beginning to steal all of her limelight. Her jealousy caused much conflict between the two, many extreme arguments conspiring almost every day within the household.
This led to Yana finding a manager of her own instead of her mother playing the role. Due to this, she was given the chance to seek labels that would be able to house her best. She would then audition for Fleury and ultimately be accepted, where she would begin her training with Envie, eventually debuting as the charming MAIN RAPPER, LEAD DANCER, LEAD VOCAL, and MAKNAE.
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ THE BASICS
FULL NAME. Kannika Shinawatra
BIRTHDATE. September 13, 2002
ZODIAC. Virgo
BIRTHPLACE. Chiangmai, Thailand
HOMETOWN. Chiangmai, Thailand
ETHNICITY. Thai
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ CAREER
OCCUPATION. Idol
GROUP. Envie
POSITION. Main Rapper, Lead Dancer, Lead Vocal, Maknae
YEARS ACTIVE. 2021 - present
⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ PHYSIQUE
HEIGHT. 5'4" (166cm)
FACECLAIM. Anatchaya Suputtipong
BODY MODIFICATIONS. Standard Lobe Piercings, Lower Back Tattoo, Outer Conch Piercings, Right Helix Piercing, Upper Lobe Piercings
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bethanysnow · 4 months
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Golden Hour: a SKZ thanksgiving~
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Writers Notes:
As I get back into K-pop and South Korean Culture. The fandoms of K-pop, and Stray Kids. I am reminded of my first holiday season having moved from Alaska. Coming from a big family it felt like the house was too empty, that I couldn't turn the tv loud enough to replace the people that weren't there. Everyone has had that at some point. A holiday, a birthday, or some event where you just wished that person or those people were there for. Even as good as that event or holiday turned out to be. You still saw an empty chair and thought it would be filled. So I write this because of that feeling. I have friends now as an adult all over the world and it's hard to convey that specific brand of isolation.
I know Thanksgiving is a very U.S.-centric holiday. But go with me here lol. I promise it's cute.
So to my fellow stays all across the world you make not only stray kids but also me, stay. So thank you. I may not speak to you directly, but if you are tagged below you have impacted me in your work, and blog, and it's been an honor to be in this space with you. I dedicate this work to you. I hope it doesn't suck!
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"Vanilla! I fucking forgot Vanillia! God damnit!" Recircling it on the very long list that had been trailing behind her through the week. It was days before Thanksgiving and it was not only a herculean task to try and buy cranberry sauce in Korean, but also to find a whole turkey from meet markets and buchers who of course looked at y/n like she was insane.
It was only because Seungmin and Minho teased y/n about just how festive she was getting for the holidays she had to open her big mouth. You just had to, didn't you? Of course! Y/n was gonna show them just how amazing the holidays could be, starting with the third week of November. If she had to pull a full Martha Stewart out of her ass to prove her point she would, Y/n was already too deep into it now.
That is how she found herself in the middle of a grocery store on the outer edges of Seoul trying to buy potatoes and cursing about Vanilla. Y/n thought back on how she got into this mess while continuing shopping.
Originally Y/n worked as a remote context translator for a couple video editors based out of South Korea. That of course turned into more and more Zoom meetings and a vacation to Seoul later she had moved and worked full-time with JYP and Stray Kids. Still as a context translator, but also now as an assistant to their manager whom she grew close with. He was the big brother/father figure one needed in a country you weren't from originally. The eight boys who followed her around like lost puppies also maybe had something to do with it maybe just maybe.
Getting out of the store with her now chosen ingredients it was time to hail back to the apartment and start the process that everyone dreaded most of all. Cleaning. It wasn't the obligatory floordrobe, or the collection of maybe two mugs too many on the coffee table; but left to ones own devices the apartment was...not great for hosting what will be the greatest dinner ever?? One would love to have the ~aesthetic~ apartment you see on Pinterest, but fuck even the Idols she worked for didn't have that. So why should she? Y/n's roommate of six months was out on a bussniess trip for the next week, so she got to fight the great pile of doom on her own.
Walking in the mix of preparation and desolation that greeted her would make Marie Kando tremble in fear. But she was determined! The kitchen was stacked with dishes so strategically one would call her a master of her craft- now this artform isn't one for the faint of heart, but art nonetheless. Putting down the new groceries away in the refrigerator and cabinets it was time to start.
"CUE THE CLEANING MONTAGE!" Y/n yelled as music filled the room. Pretending to be a tavern wench as she cleared the table and did the dishes or Cinderella waiting for a Hwang Prince Charming.
As the night wore on it was becoming increasingly obvious cleaning the entire apartment wasn't going to be an option tonight. Flopping on the couch looking at her phone Y/n scrolled through social media. Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter (Authors note: Fuck you Elon). She stopped and tossed the phone down onto the cushion beside her. Her shirt was wet, cold, still sudsy from doing the dishes that needed to be handwashed. Her knees hurt from getting under the table. Hands ached with the grip of a thousand suns it felt like.
All Y/n could hear though was the quiet. The dripping of the faucet, the cars outside, the heater kicking on. But like a ringing in her ears she just heard quiet. No laughter, no joy or drinks being spilt over stories that don't see the light of day. The air was heavy and thick cold enough to cause goosebumps up her arms. Y/n had moved away from everything she knew on the hope that she would find her place in the world. That she would find her people. Maybe she had, but in the moment she exhaled all that was left was a tired body. It was for thanksgiving, it was for people she now considered friends to come over and have a good time. The emptiness in stagnation though diligently reminded her of why they were her friends in the first place. There was no support group here like back at home. She didn't have to think twice about connotation or what someone meant when they said something because they all spoke the same language at home. Found similar things funny. Understood implications of words and meanings. That was all gone. Working twice if not three times as hard just to get a foot in the door Y/n was faced with the reality and consequence of her decision. She didn't regret it. Or at least at the moment, she didn't. The gnawing in her chest would subside one day and she would find friends, family. People to kiss under the golden hour sun and dance in the kitchen as things baked in the oven. To sneak around roommates and hold hands under the table at a restaurant. She would find them, like a mantra she chanted this over and over while moving to Korea and now she sat on her couch. Looking off into the middle distance her brain coaxing her to the scenarios where she wouldn't find them. Didn't take that step. Didn't say hi.
Yet she was swimming in silence meant to choke her. Drown her hope.
It wasn't enough to be lonely.
it wasn't enough to not understand.
It was in moments like these did she allow tears to reach her eyes and fall.
Over her cheeks, down her jaw, her neck. Just silently spill into empty glasses that never could be filled in the first place.
Her heart was wretched and blue it needed a fire to stay warm and she was almost there.
She looked around the apartment and could almost see Changbin and Seungmin yell at one another about cards, or Hyunjin silently judging her decorations, Chan trying to help but being told not to, and Felix talking about the pie she made. Just like a picture book, it was so close and she blinked and it was the empty room again. Sinking her fantasy into the sea.
...soon
............its soon
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The days leading up to the fateful Thursday were one of a lot of shopping, decorating, and cooking. Lots of cooking.
Proving the bread to make the rolls, blind baking the pie crust, hell even making the pie crust to then blind bake it. Mixing stuffing to set overnight, potatoes to peel and mash, cranberries to turn into a sauce, a turkey to baste and season and cook, Arms deep in a bird stuffing it with stuffing.
And yes the fisting jokes abound.
The group chat that was made kept the phone buzzing its way off the counter with the fervency in which some of the boys texted.
Jinnie: What should I wear?
Wolf boy: Do we need to bring anything?
Cat: I googled Thanksgiving and...do you really make hand turkey art?
It made Y/n giggle seeing how excited the boys were getting. This was what she needed after the work put in.
Y/n: Wear whatever you want, be comfortable, but Idk..like nice comfortable? Stuff you wouldn't mind photos being taken in? No don't bring anything, and yes we did as kids.
Bin: ...So no girl group outfit? lol
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Y/n: No no you could if you wanted to, but that's between you and Stay lol.
Wolf boy: You sure we don't need to bring anything? I can pick something up on the way.
Minnie: Oy, grandpa she said not to~ ;P
Wolf boy:
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Y/n: I cannot wait to see you thursday. Don't kill each other before then. Or else no one is gonna eat the food.
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The day had arrived. At least the dress rehearsal had. The day before it was no holds bars, if it wasn't going to be done that day it wasn't going to be done. Waking up at 6 am Y/n padded out to the kitchen. Making coffee and something to eat it was the waiting before the rush. The inhale of the orchestra before placing their bow on the strings, the grabbing of a mic and feeling it in your hand, the stare into the crowd before going on stage.
The 'hold your breath and jump.'
And the race was on!
Dishes from the cabinet were taken out, the nice dishes, the ones Y/n picked up thinking her social life would be fuller than it was. Yes those dishes. Beautiful and shined like the inside of a clamshell, pearl dust and fairy tears was what the label read originally. Some rich people shit as far as she was concerned, she just liked it being pretty.
The table was set with a red tablecloth, and leaves from maybe the tree outside her apartment, (they were yellow and red, and who really would have noticed?). Crystal glasses, and tapered candles waiting to be lit. Pine cones and wreath garlands shrugged against window sills and folded oh so strategically a brass-coloured throw blanket on the couch to cover a night of drinking.
The food slowly grew from one side of the counter to taking up the entire kitchen. Even having to borrow a table from her roommate to set everything out. Drinks, games to play. The oven heated up the apartment till Y/n had to take off her hoodie and reminisce that maybe this was what it was like to put coal into a train engine. Warm light from the stove swallowed the apartment in an amber-golden glow. Sitting on the kitchen linoleum her head fell back against the cabinet under the countertop. A smile gracing her features. She could hear the timer tick by, feel the heat from the stove, she could look up to the counter top and see dishes filled with food and it was all for tomorrow. For a good day. To have a good day. It will be worth it. She was sure.
By the time Y/n had decided to fold the fabric napkins it was past 1 in the morning. Her phone lit up with a notification, and she swiped her pin to see it was a text from Chris.
"Hi"
"Hey Chan, whatsup?"
"Nothin, working on music. You uh sure you don't want me to bring anything?"
*sends a photo of the buffet that has been created* "That your answer?"
.....
..........
"You did all that for us?"
"Well yea, I want you to have a good time."
"Y/n-"
"Yes Chan?"
"Thank you. I cannot wait to see you tomorrow. Thank you for doing this, I know you've been homesick. So I am looking forward to it!"
"Me too"
turning the screen black Y/n sat back against the chair and looked at the now decidedly more festive apartment. It was like a hallmark movie threw up and she wouldn't change a thing about it.
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The morning had come. Unlike Christmas or a birthday, this was about family and gathering around a table and honoring those around us. That is what it was supposed to be at least.
Taking the most deep everything shower one can achieve Y/n had it down almost to a science. Lathering body washes, scrubs, hair masks, everything! To hope she could look maybe half as good compared to who was going to walk into her place in a couple hours.
Slipping into a green dress, she put on an apron. Putting the last rolls into the oven wiping down countertops and doing last touches.
She had a hour before all hell would break loose and eight of the most talented men in their generation would be walking in through her front door. It made her nervous.
Not nervous bad, but nervous. First time she had people over to her apartment, first-time friends, but also she did work for them technically. It wasn't lost on Y/n just how amazing this situation was.
How many people would kill to have these opportunities in life. Sure things hurt, and sucked sometimes, but looking around she knew she was grateful and that's what mattered. Till the stove timer went off snapping her back to what needed to be done. Rolls out, covering them with a kitchen towel, running into the bedroom to slap on some makeup and finish her hair. It was just as she put down the last thing did the doorbell go off.
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The group walked in with confidence like they owned the building but Y/n would expect nothing less. All in sweaters and hoodies, sweatpants and big hugs for the host. Standing next to the door Y/n was crushed with biceps only the kpop industry could produce. Holding her tight she kept each boy embraced till they were the first to let go. With Han, Felix, and Chan that could last the entire night though.
"This is your apartment?"
"LOOK AT THE FOOD!"
"You made bread???!"
"Do we eat now??"
"Oy! Y/n you decorated for us? Why?"
*insert Minho elbowing them*
"Its really nice!"
Her apartment was now filled with laughter. Han finding a guitar of course needed to waltz through and serenade anyone who would listen. Chris and Changbin fussing with the tv to get karaoke set up. Hyunjin indeed was judging the decorations but with the artistic eye of admiration in reality. Felix and Seugmin hovered over the food talking about it, pouring drinks. Leeknow sat on the couch scrolling on his phone ultimately being more moral support for the boys at the television. IN staying close to Y/n watching the groups chaos ensue.
It was what she needed.
What she had been missing.
Family.
"Okay everyone, dinner is served!" Taking the turkey out of the oven and the foil off the tops of serving plates "Chan would you do the honors?" Offering to have him place the turkey out on the serving table. His smile reached his eyes as his chest puffed up with pride calling the boys to have a seat. One by one they piled food on their plates high, filling their glasses full, and sitting down at the table antsy so excited to eat with everyone there. For they too felt the separation of the two apartments, they didn't get to have homecooked meals or someone to plan something this nice. But Y/n did. She saw how they ate from food delivery containers, vending machines, and out of each others plates. Her heart ached as did theirs and so tonight, today, would be spent healing that pain.
Chan cut the turkey, Minho continued to smack people's asses because he could, Changbin got up and did a girl group dance playing the song on his phone. People laughed till they cried. Pie was served and everyone commented at how much cool whip was on Felix's because "That's how you're supposed to eat it!"
The sun was setting casting the apartment in that golden hour hue. Where Y/n had normally kept busy, ignoring the pit in her stomach of another day gone by alone. She got to sit back and watch her friends, her new family enjoy time together. Eat a meal that they didn't have to stress about. The golden light filled Y/ns chest with warmth and the fuzziness of blankets at a sleep over, the stuffed animal won at a claw machine, the bed of home after being away. Time had passed, and she could let go of the pain that held her back if these boys were the ones to catch her.
And they would. Time and time again they would catch her. All she needed to do was jump. So while Han sang a disney princess song, and Seungmin and Minho admit defeat that maybe the holidays aren't as bad after all, or even Chan stopped the ever-present work load to be in the moment; Y/n finally had it. What she had been wanting all along. She found her place in the world.
In with these boys, in the laughter, in the pain of loneliness, she had found it.
Uno rounds, songs sung, pillows thrown, food ate, it was truly a Golden StrayKids Thanksgiving after all.
Where no one can be forgotten.
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La fin.
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TNBC Shower Thought-cloud #5: Sally the Ragdoll
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So the sequel book to Nightmare Before Christmas All Hail the Pumpkin Queen, came out this last year and I just gotta make my stance clear now: if you like that book, cool.
I don't. Like, I really don't. To make a long story short, Shea Anshaw's take on Jack and Sally finally getting married ft the revelations that
Sally wasn't actually made by Dr. Finkelstein
Sally is a princess from another world
Sally wax poetic abt awesome girl-boss royalty ((like, human royalty, the kind that commits genocide and apartheid)) being legit and cool and how you shouldn't question it
This newest girl-bossification of Sally is positing the same question the TNBC-critical sphere has been asking for years: is Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas dependent and therefore can't be a good feminist character?
The hyperbole take on her being " her [Sally's] entire purpose is being supportive of Jack, who isn't supportive of her and who doesn't deserve her as a girlfriend "
This isn't a fringe opinion nor is it held only by people I dislike. Lindsay Ellis jokingly told Sally to "get her bachelor's degree" in one of her vids which I am very obviously not butthurt at all by as you can tell, while Hasani Walker made a webcomic where that functionally happens; Sally and Jack break up to work things out individually before they really try it out as a couple.
Just so we're clear, my disagreeing with these two and other creators is NOT meant to be war on people who don't ship SallyxJack, nor is it a roast on people who are critical of Sally/TNBC as a principle.
BUT, when it comes to Sally ((in the film, not the games or spin offs, the film)) being a doormat of a woman who's too good for her man...I disagree.
---First thing's first, My take on Sally is highly influenced by The Nightmare Before Christmas : The Film, the Art, and the Vision which my sister bought years ago. In that book, Carolyn Thompson said this -
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While TNBC is the story of the time Jack did a thing and ruined it for everyone, it's Sally who embodies everything the filmmakers want the audience to feel about Jack.
Set up and seen before Jack is even on screen, Sally is a part of the world of Halloween, but also an outsider in it. This gives her the position to see Jack the way the audience does; Just like Sally, we are awed and enamored with Jack when he first pops up, then saddened and sympathetic for him once we realize his plight. Though she's absent from Jack's finding of Christmas Town, she IS there for the town meeting when we the audience (and her) are gushing over his gushing over Christmas. We sense along with Sally Jack's frustration with the town citizens, are saddened to see him pander to them, and can tell he’s not well when committing to his Xmas experiments. Most important of all, Sally recognizes Jack’s Xmas takeover as wrong and wants to stop it, even if she love him. Even without hearing him sing “I bet I could IMPROVE IT TOO” like we do, Sally knows Jack is wrong. Regardless of her care for Jack, visibly, she’s the only one who sees what’s happening with Santa is wrong. Sally tracks him down in order to help Jack, but she’s none the less Santa’s real ally. From everything we know about her, Sally, like the rest of Halloween Town, is not a mean monster and doesn’t like to spread misery ala Oogie Boogie, and she’s not too hopped up on enthusiasm to forget when she’s hurting people like Jack and the town very much are. Sally is the og critical stan. now join me for a tanget-
Interestingly, any other holiday film ((Year without a Santa Claus, Hocus Pocus, Hop)) would make the voice-of-reason audience-surrogate character a peppy human child who's interacting w the holiday characters, but in TNBC, the writers made the surrogate someone who's also a holiday character- Sally. Sally is kind of to TNBC what Nick Calloway is to The Great Gatsby. Yeah, that's a stretch-Nick is of course the narrator and author-stand in for his story where Sally isn't (although, a TNBC narrated by Sally sounds dope as hell, ngl), tho more importantly, while Nick learns along with the reader how cruel and fruitless the American dream Jay believed in actually was,
---Sally is a character who doesn’t have to learn anything. tanget- again
A lot of people have this opinion on Disney heroines like Belle or Ariel, that good characters, female or otherwise, don't necessarily have to learn anything. I could take or leave Belle and Ariel in as far as if they should learn a lesson in their movies. But in my eyes, that character will always be Sally. Sally is a character you wanna aspire to be like and who doesn’t need to learn the lesson of the story. And yes, Sally is also in-love with Jack. You can be extra cynicalsassy and use this to say "TNBC was made to make you feel like you could make out w Jack Skellington" (( I'd like to point out that Nick is all but canonically in love with Jay in GG)) but that's not the point. More importantly...how/why is that a bad thing that Sally is in love? TNBC doesn’t pass any bectal tests. If women always supporting other women is the only mark of feminism ever then I guess, but I mean, what’s wrong if a woman’s inspo and motivation is a man? What’s especially wrong if she’s self aware and tries to battle that man’s influence within the story. How is that "putting up with" or "enabling/excusing/thinking only of Jack". Sally...really doesn't do that...
---Sally has wants, but within the narrative of Nightmare she's just a bit taken back by needs. At the start of the movie what Sally wants, and the reason she says "I know how you feel" to Jack, is to be active.
“I don’t want to BE patient”
“I’m restless, I can’t help it!”
Sally wants to be anything but Finkelstein's cute assistant because SHE knows she's more than that. She wants to be a part of Halloween Town. What's keeping her back is her reluctance to be free, which she finally throws to the wind after seeing Jack's tower from afar, which is why she's so happy throwing herself out the window - that's her 'let it go' moment of actually taking action in her life. The man she loves is evidently doing it -why shouldn't she? Her actual 'need' is to escape from Dr. Finkelste and it’s really not an obstacle, if we're being honest. The balls are all in her court; Fink's at most an irritation to her. She literally came back to his lab just to be sewn up and smile in his face about poisoning him. She can, and does, so often easily escape because she’s NOT perturbed by him. Sally is, at this point in the film, totally in control of her wants and her needs. But then- the plot kicks in and she has her vision. It's then that her real need in the story, the need she recognizes, outweighs her wants, that need being: "omg I gotta stop this undead himbo from hurting himself and other people!" Sally’s #1 goal in the film is NOT to be Jack's gf, it’s just to save him from himself. Jack inspires her, makes her feel good, but she doesn’t let that stop her from seeing things for how they are ABOUT him. Her words in "Sally Song" never read to me as "notice me senpai I wish I was good ENOUGH" self-loathing. If anything her succumbing to “it’s never to become '' about Jack isn’t some “I love you even though you’ll NEVER luff MEEEEE” devotion, but forlorn frustration. “I think it’s not to be '' = Jack’s never gonna change”. It's Sally's lament about how she doesn't believe Jack will ever want her that way because she just knows what kind of person he is*. But that's not the only thing she sings about in this song. Sally has been apart from the crowd and wants to be a part of it, but any joy she’d have in her new independence is kinda sucked up by knowing Jack is gonna get him and possibly the rest of the town killed. She even wonders in her song if she wants to or ever can be really a part of Halloween Town when she clearly can’t do the hype-Jack-up song and dance like the rest of them. Jack evidently treats her like an equal part of the team, but 1) for Jack that's just another citizen he thinks doesn't understand him, and 2) it's participation in a project she knows she doesn't want to be a part of. Real monkey's paw there, Sally!
If there is anything close enough to a lesson for Sally in the film, arguably, it’d be not to underestimate Jack as unable to change. She’s not only validated by the end of the film, she gets to see Jack really bounce back and be the person she loved at the start- and then is taken aback that he not only does this but finally recognizes her affections, her efforts, and her as a person. final tangent:
((I think the make-or-break-you point with Nightmare is a question of whether or not you think Jack learned his lesson. While I think the filmmakers could have really handled that better, especially in “Poor Jack”, I think what they were going for in their own crunch of an ending is Jack falling in love with Sally is his redemption- he finally came around to seeing her and her way. The Film, the Art, and the Vision makes a point of how Sally is far more than Jack’s romantic interest. ))
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Being Mr. Cynical again, you could handwave this as just a throw-in from the writers; "actually she IS REALLY important lookit all the things she do!" but I believe in that statement because they believe in that.
--Sally's MO is centered around Jack. Narratively, yes, she exists in compandum to him. But, within the actual story of the film, Jack isn't her soul purpose in life. The fact that she tries to stop him is proof enough of that. 
The argument that Sally is too good and better than the relationship she's in falls apart because Jack and Sally aren't IN a relationship in the film. They hook up at the end -that's not the same as them being together or a couple. The logic of this take is, again, confusing Sally's wants with her needs, and also presuming Jack always loved her and just didn't realize until the end of the story, which is NOT the text of the actual film, that's fan speculation. (( I prefer Jack falling in love with Sally on the spot out of nowhere. It's such a Jack way of doing things...)) I think what convinces people that Sally is “dependent” on Jack or only ever his side-kick is how expanded media treats her as character, as well as her relationship w Jack. In the 2000s, all that mattered for making spin off material of kid’s franchises is keeping the cast recognizable and that means undoing their development if the point of the story is that they change. It happened in every Land Before Time sequel where Cera and Littlefoot have to be the respective team-racist and team-leader, always, ever, all the time; it happened in the Finding Nemo comics set after the movie where writers still made Marlin overprotective of Nemo; it happened to Jack in Kingdom Hearts and Oogie’s Revenge. The writers may want to write an actual story, but it’s easier to just write what the characters are like in the original. SO, Jack HAS to be an oblivious, selfish manchild and can never learn and is also really despondent and prone to abandoning ppl he supposedly cares about. This sucks enough for Jack's character, but I think Sally suffered even worse than him. At that time, media and merch did treat Sally like she was JUST Jack’s love interest. Literally in Oogie’s Revenge's game pamphlet the only disc for her is “she’s sewn her way into Jack’s heart”, like she’s just his side piece and not the woman he ended his movie with who was also a really important character you followed within that movie. We can only repeat what we know from the film so oop!-Jewel’s MIA and Sally has to live with her sexist ex/boss who doesn't even like her.
---While we're here, I'm 100% sure Sally and Dr. Fink’s relationship is not familial. Some fictional mad scientists do love their creations like they were their children (see also: Mad Monster Party, 9, Frankenweenie for animated examples). Not Dr. Fink. While not exactly predatory ((because it's a fricken kids film, ew)) Dr Finkelstein is a sexist old man. He's problematic. Fink made Sally to be his sexy secretary. He's mad because her life doesn’t revolve around him the way he thinks a woman who works for him life should. In the end, he just decided to go and make a copy of himself since he knows now what he wants is to be told how awesome he is. I really don’t vibe some fic authors (and Shea Anshaw's) insistence that they be anything like ‘family’, hence why I made fun of it on this blog.
For all I disagree with between our headcanons, I much prefer Hasani Walker's take on Sally to Long Live the Pumpkin Queen. Hasani went in w good vibes; he made decent takes and criticisms; he made some good art; he did a sweet crossover between stop-motion properties, and MOST importantly, Hasani gave Sally a hat and a cool girl vest. Did Shea Anshaw do that? No!
It feels very at home and on-brand for TNBC that Sally was made from whole cloth as a ragdoll, but is still her own autonomous person by the rest of town and even the leader eventually. Reminds me a lot of the Oz books where the Scarecrow, Jack Pumpkinhead, and Gump are all just possessions but who are seen as people by the heroes, and even made official citizens by the heroes, which they are. What's more Halloweeny than a living-ragdoll-frankenstein woman being co-ruler of everything spoopy, or even just a citizen loved and respected as much as the rest of the town for her own attributes? If that's what you want, and it's what Hasani actually did for her, than give her that. Outside of her purpose within the story that I already mentioned earlier... what about Sally is sexist? So TNBC doesn't pass the bechdel test and Sally's main inspo happens to be her man. Not her soul purpose like in mother!, just her muse, her kin, her dearest friend. Secret of NIMH and Kubo and the Two Strings have female characters whose motives are their men and those characters don't even have first names. I kinda really hate the implication that a woman can't have a male character as a motive ever or else. As a feminist, I agree, women characters should be individuals and not props for the men. The problem to me isn't so much the insistence that a woman be there for support, it's writers crafting a story where certain characters fill more of a role or purpose in cunjunction to another, and when the writer happens to make said character a woman.
Also, since the whole point of LLTPQ was to give Sally her own agency and importance...how is it fair that she HAVE to be a royalty HERSELF in order to be her own person?
Is it because she was made to be a sexy nurse and that's somehow wrong or shameful even though the whole point is it's not her fault? Is it that people would accuse her of “leeching off" Jack just for being in a relationship with him? You know? The thing bad, sexist people do to women and sax workers irl if they have famous boos when they themselves aren't famous? If the only people complaining are those who think Sally is JUST Jack’s sidepiece, why validate those people? Wanting her to have agency within the movie and so giving her different choices as opposed to just INSTANTLY marrying Jack? That's a take I can vibe with because that is true to the nature of what Sally is, which is not just the Mad Scientist's beautiful assistant. By making Sally a "princess all along '', you imply that her even possibly starting from the bottom makes her beneath Jack and she has to rise to be his equal. Sally never had to do this in the original movie. Sally really was the smartest, most in tune person in town.
I talk a big game, of course, but even as my fav character I know I've done Sally wrong too. The "Mothball" comic is one of my biggest regrets from this blog. It's SO badly worded and I think it's a comic that REALLY needed a second opinion. Sally did nothing wrong in that comic, but both it and Jack made her feel like they were both in the wrong. Trying to give Jack and Sally a conflict as a couple was hard and I ended up rehashing some really harmful language, which I didn't want to do for either Sally or Jack. Don't like that comic. My first choice of retype, redraft.
final thoughts?
What people (me, Lindsay, Hasani, Shea, errybody) actually want of Sally is to have her own agency and 'character' apart from Jack. While narratively, yes, Sally functions as being there to endear Jack to the audience, my point is as a character within the narrative-Sally does have her own autonomy apart from him. She is massively independent of him. I know because that's who she is throughout the entire movie. I think it's because we all see she clearly does have her own interests/agency/character beyond that that we're all anxious to get more of that personally from her...which Disney won't do because they're Disney and certain characters can't come as their own especially when they fufilled another character's purpose in the og film.
Anna can't really do anything that isn't tied to Elsa because it's Elsa who's the reason any of Frozen happens at all.
Belle is always only the cheerleader of the Beast because his character arc is what drives the story.
Sally has to always be in toe of Jack because TNBC is Jack's story and she loves Jack.
But, we love Sally.
Give Sally her own limelight. Give her a limelight that isn't compltely making her a different character or demanding she be the same character as Jack.
Let Sally say #$%&
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My open letter to an icon
And just like that, for the first time in my life, I saw Madonna, the icon performing. I saw it once and probably the only time I will see it. Who knows what the future holds?
After so much speculation, and London friends saying that it was a good experience but that she was clearly struggling, like in pain, I was ready for anything. I am not into watching those fan made videos on social media. I rather save myself to the experience as the artist and their team have envisioned. Lower expectations, better rewarding.
Earlier this year I have been amazed by Beyonce’s Renaissance experience. As a big fan, it was no surprise that she would deliver something on point, but this tour was beyond. She outdid herself when it comes to art direction, storyline, and this is what the pop industry is all about: being able to be on stage and share with the world a positive message in a way that anyone can consume.
But neither Beyonce, Taylor, Gaga, Katy, Dua any of those wouldn’t be possible if Madonna hadn’t changed the game. Madonna arrives in New York full of hopes and dreams and after episodes of abuse, she sees herself with nothing else to lose. Her only shelter and comfort are art and the queer community that embraced her since the beginning.
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There Madonna finds her drive and passion. And she puts all her energy to give her best. All her talents, her cleverness, her ambitions are then switched not only to fulfil her own dreams, but to protect this community that was so loyal to her. She is smart. She extremely intelligent. She could spot from the early days all the issues with patriarchy. She didn’t need any Barbie movie to have any realisation moment. She threw herself in the most honest way to her art and it paid off.
As bigger the spotlight would get in the artist, a new facade she would reveal. Never boring. Always surprising the audience. Always making them wanting more. Now go tell your friend what you have seen. And in the most obscene way, Madonna conducted the world slowly and progressively on a journey to understand the importance of feminism, LGBTQ+ rights, fashion, art.
The pop industry has its own formula to “retire” divas as soon as they become Mothers. Again, a patriarchal way to say that women’s body are only a product for consumption under specific standards. Here comes Madge again with a Ray of Light and throws probably one of her best albums, right after becoming a mom for the first time. Again she changes how things are made.
Last night whilst being in her presence I could understand her magnificent of a person she is. In fact, I already knew that. When celebrating her 60th birthday at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern, in London, whilst looking around, in realised that only Madonna was able to gather such a diverse crowd and make them have such a great night. I’m talking of people of different ages, races, religions, beliefs, coexisting harmoniously, peacefully.
And although life is difficult, and still keeps challenging her, Madonna chooses to be more alive than ever. When the world wants to bury her, she looks into her community’s eye and say “I would die for you”. And I know she would. But to all the white man interested on that, she gives a middle finger and says: “I guess I’m going to die another day”.
All Hail to the Legend. The Supreme. The Queen. The Masterclass of what is like to be an icon.
Thank you Madonna for always being so loyal to your art, to yourself and to our community.
Love you forever.
Daddy Kind.
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Vox Akuma x Nun! Reader
Note: I was not being serious while writing this, I just had to spend time doing something while the wifi was acting up. Idk what this oneshot is, really.
"What led me to this point in my life?.." you questioned yourself as you stared absentmindedly at the altar. Your fingers found a mind of their own as you "counted" your way through the rosary, keeping up with the other nuns reciting the prayers out loud; however, your mind was somewhere else. 
"Was it really a calling?..or do I just really crave attention and my family's validation?..."
You contemplated the moment you announced your wish to join the church and the surprised look on your parents' faces, making it seem as if they doubted your decision all along. 
"Where would I be if I chose the call center instead of this-"
"Sister y/n.." Sister Rose coughed out, bringing you out of your thoughts and back to reality. 
"huh?" was all you could reply, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash all over you as you processed what was happening. All the other nuns look at you as they sit in silence.
"huh?.." you blurted out again as you looked around. The safest option to crawl out of this awkward situation would be to recite any random prayer that pops up in your mind,
and so you did it mindlessly. 
"Hail Mary, full of grace-"
"Hail holy queen, mother of mercy.." Sister Rose quickly corrected you, taking a hint of your carelessness and being the kindest person on earth to help you out of humiliation. You mentally punched yourself in the face for failing to realize the entire prayer would soon be finished as you let yourself drift away with your thoughts. 
You silently thanked the Lord, and the other nuns just brushed it off
...
as it wasn't your first time making the same mistake during prayer.
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"I am not one to gossip, but there has been some..interesting news.." Sister Rose whispered out of the blue with a tiny giggle. 
You looked over at her as you both cleaned up the library. She moved closer to you, leaning her trunk sideways to whisper something to you. 
"People have been saying a..strange..man has been seen in this town."
"Should we pray for him?" A strange man in town was nothing new to you, so you asked, what you thought was the most appropriate question to ask.
"If it is necessary, yes. But..people have said he's not human.." She looked at you with a smirk, probably waiting to get a scared reaction out of you. 
"Is this another case where a random man convinces people that he's Jesus? or-"
"No! Goodness, Sister y/n, would you allow me to finish first?"
"I'm sorry.." You quickly apologized, even though a part of you felt like this story would just be another typical supernatural rumor to scare the town folks, which you thought was corny. 
"People have said he is a demon.."
"...Christ, we'd need everyone's help to pray for this man then." You rolled your eyes at what you thought was a feeble joke. 
"I am not saying I believe it completely, but if the people are afraid of that man lurking around town...It's enough to convince you that he might not be human after all." Sister Rose shrugged as she let out a faint laugh, knowing you were not the gullible type. 
"Poor thing. He probably visited our town for a vacation, and now the public calls him a fiend." You chuckled as you got back to dusting the book shelves. 
"Here's a picture...you tell me what you think he is." She handed you a newspaper before you looked at her with an unamused expression on your face. This woman really just read this garbage of news from the daily paper. 
The man in the picture had pitch black, shoulder-length hair. For a demon, he was properly groomed and formally dressed. His pale skin made yellow pupils stand out more. 
The man was a beautiful creature..
and it would take a crowd to beat you up for you to admit that. 
"..well?.. what do you say?.." Sister Rose questioned, studying your facial expressions for an answer as you admired his picture. 
"..thank you, Lord." 
was all you could say in your mind. 
"You're telling me this is a demon? In what world?" You played it off like you were uninterested in such childish tales.
Sister Rose laughed at your response, snatching the paper out of your hand and stacking it along with the others to be put away. 
"Oh y/n, you really are something else, aren't you?"
"I am not a demon, that's for sure." You cracked another joke, slightly smiling at yourself. 
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"That would be all of it...I think." You chuckled as you helped carry the last box of library books into the van to be given out to the local schools. 
"Thank you so much, sister." the driver said with a smile. 
"Hey, it's no problem- Uh I mean... it's my pleasure." You chuckled again, giving a bashful smile as you watched him get in the van before driving off. 
The day had been draining for you, and the feeling of wanting to just flop onto your bed was taking over your body. You yawned into your hand as you walked up to the entrance when you were stopped in your tracks by a voice. 
"Good evening, sister." A deep, velvety voice came from behind you, making you jump slightly. 
"Oh Jesus!" You yelped out, placing your hand over your rapidly beating heart as you turned towards the source of the voice. 
"Pardon me. I did not mean to scare you like that." He spoke again. 
Your heart felt like it stopped the second you laid eyes on him, as flashbacks of your little gossip with Sister Rose replayed themselves in your mind. You were just admiring his face through a picture hours ago, and now, seeing him in person has made you realize his picture did not do him justice. 
"Let me try again. Good evening, sister.." He repeated himself once again, looking deep into your eyes, almost as if he were looking for an answer. 
Was it normal for nuns to feel some sort of way toward attractive men? It is one of the things that could not be helped, as it was a normal human reaction. What wasn't a normal human reaction would be yours, as you immediately replied
"Peace be upon you, brother."
Seriously...
What led you to this point in your life?
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thegoofymantis · 3 months
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Mantis Collesto | Embodiment of Mind
Created to fulfill one purpose. Massacre. Mantis was born, or rather created as a Celestial Avatar alongside her two other siblings. This made the three siblings some of the most powerful entities in the galaxy. Mantis was the original successor to the throne and was prepared to become the Queen. The Celestial Empire hailed their heroic deeds, but other species viewed them as mass murderers because of their genocide. This caused a lot of species to hate Celestials. One morning while Mantis was asleep, she woke up to her father taking her into an escape pod. She didn't know what was going on, until she saw the devastation all around her. She and her siblings were sent on a voyage to Earth. She adapted to this planet, unlike one of her other siblings. She worked as an assistant to a greedy company owner before she turned to justice itself, The Hero Organization in order to help others in need.
Character info
Current Surname: Mantis Collesto
Age: 40 | 20 (1-1-1983)
Gender: Male
Pronouns: She/Her
Sexuality: Bisexual
Powers: Energy Manipulation, Heightened Senses, Telepathy, Transformations, Telekinesis. (recently acquired construct formation, allowing her to just create tech with her mind.)
Species: Celestial Avatar of Mind [aurora]
Traits: Intelligent, Kind, Overprotective.
Additional: Celestials age until their physical age is around 25-35. His physical age is 16. Mantis sees Allie as her original sibling. Back then Zephyr wasn't as nice as he was now. Allie being her youngest sibling and Zephyr the middle.
Appearance:
Skin: Light
Hair: Wavy light blue.
Eyes: Green.
Body type: Athletic. (the first pic hides it well)
Clothing: Dark blue suit, black popped collar, white buttoned undershirt.
Height: 5,9
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obv ai art.. i use ai to depict characters i originally make, and i don't intent to call this my art, it's used as a way to represent them.
Character mentions
Allie: placeholder
@platinumnewolympia (main story where she is from)
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“Whenever Diana Ross goes shopping in Paris, it is a sign of what a famous person’s charisma can do. One day, she wanted some trinkets to wear to go dancing. After having lunched with friends at Maxim’s, her mile-long stretch limousine (something rare even in Paris) pulled up, and she was the first outside on the sidewalks in her floor-length sables at noon. Off she cruised to E. Oxeda, the Faberge of antique jewelers. Inside, she threw her sables on a chair. She jumped up on a Louis Something desk, her fake hair flying at half-mast. She crossed her legs, dangled them as she selected in ten minutes an antique pearl necklace, a diamond clip and some earrings that did the shake, rattle and roll between her cheeks and hair. The image of fame came when the bill was drawn up. “Would you like some identification?” asked Diana. Mme Oxeda said: “No, Miss Ross. We will deliver the jewels to your hotel this afternoon before six.” And this was a high Saturday when no banks could be called to verify her astronomical check, drawn on a bank across the Atlantic Ocean. It could have easily been an imposter, a drag queen, a professional thief. But Diana Ross’ super glamour is so authentic, it can’t easily be imitated.”
/ Andre Leon Talley in the book Mega-Star (1984) /
All hail the Queen! Call her Miss Ross! Happy 80th birthday to durable, volatile veteran pop diva, occasional (Oscar nominated) actress, sequin enthusiast, all-round glamour icon and one of Detroit’s finest daughters – the fabulous Diana Ross (born 26 March 1944)! Understandably everyone loves Ross’ music (both with the Supremes and solo), but I particularly treasure Ross’s spectacular 1975 film Mahogany in which she plays a struggling aspiring fashion designer who achieves the pinnacle of supermodel mega-stardom in Italy. It’s an unassailable so-bad-it’s-GREAT camp classic in the tradition of Valley of the Dolls, Mommie Dearest or Showgirls (and Ross’s outrageous costume and wig changes surely sparked the imagination of generations of Black drag queens, including “Mama Ru” himself). Fittingly, La Ross is currently one of the official muses of Saint Laurent’s Spring / Summer 2024 campaign – and it feels like a belated Mahogany moment! Portraits by David Sims.
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THANK YOU @bluejay-in-flight for thinking of me! ^_^
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Three ships
Laurel Lance x Oliver Queen (Arrow)
Vincent Keller x Catherine Chandler (Beauty and the Beast)
Cordelia Chase x Angel (Angel: the Series)
First ship ever
Goliath and Elisa Maze (Gargoyles) Okay, look. Don’t judge too harshly, thinking back I also think this might have been my first fandom. Ever.
I actually remember stumbling across a Gargoyles fanfic, without knowing what fanfiction was. Didn’t really care, I was just so happy that someone had written a Gargoyles story.
Currently listening
Playlist by Content Chimp on YouTube. Love this channel. I write to his mixes all the time.
Last Movie
Zack Snyder’s Superman.
Finally. FINALLY got the chance to watch it!!!
Currently Reading
Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir (the author of The Martian)
Currently Watching
. . . nothing.
Currently Consuming
As in, food? Right this second, I’m not eating anything. Put pop in a glass and threw some ice cubes in there lol as soon as I’ve caught up with these games I plan to go write awhile.
Currently Craving
Surprisingly, nothing.
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Royals were ‘very nervous’ about Miss Piggy at Coronation Concert by India McTaggart (May 8th 2023)
The Duke of Edinburgh has admitted many in the Royal Box were “very nervous” about Miss Piggy following her cameo appearance at the Coronation Concert.
The King's youngest brother said that he and the rest of the box invitees thought the Muppets character might turn up to sit in the empty seat behind him, joking that everyone was “much more concerned” about that than anything else.
In the end, only Kermit the Frog popped in to visit the newly crowned King and Queen in the Royal Box, towards the end of the star-studded event.
The Duke added that he thought the Coronation ceremony went “very well” and that, despite it being shorter than 1953, nothing was “missing” from it.
He made the remarks while at a Guide Dogs puppy training class with the Duchess of Edinburgh in Reading for the Big Help Out initiative.
The Royal couple joined volunteers and staff for an interactive training class that focused on teaching the puppies skills to help on their journey to becoming guide dogs.
While talking to the volunteers after the class, the Duke was asked about how he thought his brother’s historic crowning ceremony went.
“It all went very well and even if it was shorter than the last one, I don’t think anyone could have possibly spotted anything that was missing, so that’s nice,” he said.
“I couldn’t actually see what happened in the procession because the trouble of being part of it is that you don’t see it - we need to catch up and watch it,” he added.
The conversation then turned to the concert that was held at Windsor Castle on Sunday night, which was marked with a surprise cameo appearance from the Muppets characters Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggy.
'Everyone around us got very nervous'
The Duke gave a disapproving look at the mention of the characters, but said: “We were much more concerned about Miss Piggy turning up in the Royal Box.
“There was an empty seat behind me and we didn’t know who it was, we thought they just didn’t turn up, but then we suddenly thought it could be her and once we started that rumour, everyone around us got very nervous,” he laughed.
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Kermit the Frog pops up in the Royal Box beside the Duke of Edinburgh - but there was relief as his on-and-off partner, the rambunctious Miss Piggy, did not join him  CREDIT: BBC/PA
He also added that it was the fourth coronation to be rained on, saying it was therefore “quite appropriate that we managed to continue that tradition”.
The Duchess, meanwhile, said the Coronation weekend had been “absolutely extraordinary”.
The couple spent the afternoon training and playing with the selection of puppies and dogs at the charity’s centre in Reading, Berkshire.
The Duchess has been patron of Guide Dogs since July 2021, succeeding Princess Alexandra, who held the position for over 60 years.
She has been a longtime campaigner for people who suffer from sight loss and has been Global Ambassador for the International Agency for the Prevention of Blindness for nearly 20 years.
The Duchess told the volunteers that their service in raising the puppies before they went on to become trained guide dogs had “purpose in it all the time” and that she can “never get over” what the dogs go on to be able to do.
She also hailed the vital work the volunteers were doing by raising the puppies, saying it is no small feat to “put your trust in an animal to see you safely across the road”.
“You’re providing the opportunity for someone else to have not only a companion, but to have another set of hands and to lead an independent life,” she added.
'They were brilliant - but Sophie was better'
The Duke and Duchess attended the charity’s taster session on Monday as part of the Big Help Out volunteering scheme, which was devised as part of the King’s Coronation to raise awareness of volunteering and its benefits.
Guide Dogs is one of thousands of charities opening their doors on the bank holiday with a series of taster sessions that they hope will inspire a new generation of volunteers across the country.
The puppies are raised with the volunteers for 14 to 16 months and then they go on to get trained to become guide dogs, eventually getting paired with an owner.
Among the many different roles needed, Guide Dogs is appealing for volunteer fosterers to come forward who will provide loving homes for guide dogs in training, such as the ones the Duke and Duchess met during their visit.
Speaking about the couple’s own dog, a Beagle, the Duchess said she had a “somewhat limited” understanding of instructions and added that “she spends all day migrating from one dog bed to another”.
The Duke piped in, saying their dog was “the dopiest dog I know” and “untrainable”.
Fran Tayor, 75, a retired financial manager from Theale, Berkshire, said after the event that she thought the Duchess was better at handling the guide dogs than the Duke.
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The Duke and Duchess of Edinburgh (centre) with staff as they visit a puppy class in Reading  CREDIT: PAUL GROVER/ARP
The mother-of-two said: “They’ve both got dogs themselves and they were brilliant with them, but Sophie was better.”
Fran’s dog, Lucy, is a four-month old labrador and golden retriever cross-breed. The puppy strained on her lead to reach for a snack as the Duchess walked her and joked: “She’s perfectly under control.”
Mark Gurney and his wife Lynn also took part in the event as volunteer fosterers, saying the Duke and Duchess were “so relaxed and wonderful”.
Mr Gurney, a retired firefighter, said: “We talked about raising the pup and the complexities of it and how really rewarding it is to give something back.
“The Duke and Duchess were really receptive and easy to talk to.”
Tom Wright, the chief executive of Guide Dogs, said the Duchess has been a “great patron and supporter of our work,” adding that she is “very engaged” with the charity.
Guide Dogs Chairman Jamie Hambro said: “We are honoured to mark this very special weekend and such an important initiative – The Big Help Out - with our patron, the Duchess of Edinburgh, and the Duke.
“We are grateful for them taking part in today’s session to raise awareness of volunteering and its benefits, and of course for all our volunteers who continue to support us. Without them, we wouldn’t be able to reach and support as many people with sight loss as we do.”
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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year
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Losing my religion - Hail Holy Queen
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@sorisooyaa I had sworn that none of this would ever see the light of day, but as a payment for your beautiful talent and excellent work...Here is the first chapter of the abomination.
Words: 1,5k
Characters: Lucifer, Michael, Shirel, Emmanuelle
Warnings: blasphemy, reference to sexual assault
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“Lucifer,” Chloe had said, her eyes full of pity, the last time he had managed to see her without upsetting the whole plan they had previously agreed upon, “don’t you think it’s time to let him out?”
“I do not think so. Who knows what terrible plans he’s going to set in motion this time?”
Now, as he repeated his doubts to his most loathed prisoner, Lucifer was still not convinced that his beloved had not woefully underestimated the resentment undying beings could harbour.
Michael sneered at his twin in disgust. “Not up for a deal, brother? Do you really enjoy my being here so much?”
Lucifer’s eyes took on a wicked gleam; this certainly had gotten his attention. “All right! If anyone was to miss you—really miss you—and call on you, you may go. Under my supervision, of course!”
This seemed like a fair condition to him, and he would get to spend some time on earth once more, maybe even getting a moment to pop in on Chloe without letting their daughter see him.
A frustrated bellow interrupted his musings rather unceremoniously though and he frowned in annoyance.
“You can say that,” Michael grunted, “you, whose gift has been delivered—even now she’s alive and loving you, smug as ever—only because Amenadiel was apparently the better messenger, not even because you deserved it.”
The thought of Chloe’s staying hand on his chest thankfully prevented a highly unproductive brawl before it could even break out; Lucifer had sworn to her that he would try his best to come to an agreement with his brother and he would not be side-tracked by their shared tendency to sabotage their best opportunities at finding even a quantum of happiness.
“Maybe,” Lucifer drawled with a sharp smile, “if you hadn’t lost track of yours, you’d be sure that someone was praying for and to you, don’t you think? And that, brother mine, is a state of things entirely of your own doing.”
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“Shir!”
Emmanuelle strode towards her oldest friends—hands outstretched pleadingly—through the brightly lit gallery; she had not been sure whether Shirel would even come here.
“What is this about? The wing for religious art, really Manu?” that self-same friend whispered as if afraid to raise her voice to an audible level in the presence of ideas she had renounced a long time ago. She had been particularly unafraid as a child—confident in her faith—but since then, many things had changed and Shirel was but a shadow of her former self nowadays.
Shrugging, Emmanuelle clasped Shirel’s hands to keep her from retreating—they were cold and stiff, and, for a moment, her own conviction faltered.
“I need your help, Shir,” she said. “We got a new painting in, and…I don’t know what to make of it. All I do know is—that it’s insane.”
Her gaze flew over the petrified features of a woman she had known all her life; once upon a time—long before she had accepted this job at the old Museum—she and Shirel had spent blissful afternoons here, staring at the antique paintings in wordless awe.
“Do you remember how we used to…” Emmanuelle’s fingers moved gracefully through the air and—despite her self-imposed years of silence—Shirel could hear the song her friend played on an invisible piano in her mind.
“That is a long time ago, Manu.”
“Nonetheless, Shir, you…you are the only one I trust with this. You won’t think I am crazy.” Emmanuelle pleaded, tugging her friend forward under the benevolent eyes of the Holy Virgin, smiling indulgently down at their struggle from every other canvas.
“Manu!” Shirel groaned, digging her heels into the worn wooden floor. “Manu, stop. Please, let’s not go back there—I’ve left all of this behind, you know?”
Then, in a softer voice, she added, “It was fake after all. Heaven and Hell are empty—and there is no such thing as angels!”
Desperate, Emmanuelle stooped to a level she had sworn not to fall to; she hummed the first few bars of an old hymn they both knew well.
The weary, pained gaze in Shirel’s hazel eyes made her flinch, but she didn’t desist.
As young girls—in another life—they’d stay hidden away in this wing until it was almost closing time; the old building had marvellous acoustics and they’d always have enough time for one resounding song before rushing down the stairs, out of breath with laughter, to make it to the last bus taking them home in time.
Back then, Emmanuelle had believed that their whole life would be like that; she was still convinced that the paintings glowed whenever Shirel’s voice—silver bells and sweet honey—caressed their worn vellum. Yes, even now, Emmanuelle had faith in Shirel’s destiny, even if she herself had decided to turn away from it.
Compelled by the ancient memories and the hopeful smile of her friend, Shirel capitulated and joined in the song—feeling her voice soar on invisible wings made her heart feel all the heavier, but she pushed through and simply closed her eyes.
“You’ve still got it,” Emmanuelle whispered in an awed voice as the last notes faded out; all around her, the faces of the Saviour’s mother glowed as if lit from within and a surge of a happiness she had almost forgotten prickled in her fingertips.
“Don’t start, Manu,” Shirel pleaded under her breath, prying one eye open and sighing deeply. “My mother was—disturbed. She’s not really heard an angel announcing the imminent conception of a girl-child to her; life is not some weird biblical musical!”
“I am so sorry that you truly stopped believing in the miracle of your conception.”
“There was no miracle, please believe me!” Shirel put a shielding hand over her burning eyes. “Mum…she was a lonely woman—God knows she has only tried to make herself feel better for having a child of wedlock.”
“Shir, your parents ended up getting married and your voice is a miracle, no matter what you say…”
Shirel’s face hardened into a mask of pain and rejection. “My voice is nothing special…”
Emmanuelle wanted to protest, but she didn’t dare; for years, they had sung in churches and museums, and they had been so convinced that this was their calling and their destiny—people from far and wide had come to listen to Shirel sing the praise of the Lord.
And then, just like that—everything had changed.
A dark alley, a secluded spot…when they had found Shirel, her voice had been hoarse with screaming and crying for help. Nobody had heard. Nobody had come.
On that fateful night, as she opened her eyes in a sterile hospital bed, Shirel had decided to abnegate her faith and—what was worse—to silence that precious song of hers. Nowadays, she worked in a home for deaf students where nobody knew or missed that voice that had betrayed her so.
“Let me show you the painting,” Emmanuelle said, changing the subject. “You might recognise him.”
She led her friend by the hand to a narrow door, almost invisible in the dark panelling of the wall. “Here.”
As soon as Shirel’s eyes had adjusted to the low light after the brightly lit gallery, she gasped.
“As if,” she scoffed, breathing more freely now that she was beyond the searching gaze of the Mother Mary. “I see we’ve moved past the many eyes and arms and wings.”
“So, you do recognise him?” Emmanuelle asked—full of faith and hope once more—as she gestured towards the oddly compelling painting depicting two men standing on either side of a flaming sword.
“These are actually two…” Shirel cut herself off. “You know what? Never mind. There is no way either one of them looks like that! They’re not real, so what does it matter?”
“You once thought they were,” Emmanuelle said almost accusingly. “And there is something so strange about this piece of art—don’t you feel that?”
Shirel did feel it, but she refused to be dragged back into a delusion that had broken more than just her heart. “Manu, the angels I told you about…those were imaginary friends—maybe, I am not so unlike my poor, disoriented mother after all. All those stories? Puerile fantasy—I am so sorry, but it was never…”
She shrugged dismissively.
“Look me in the eye,” Emmanuelle demanded stubbornly, “and tell me that you don’t know who that is!”
Shirel had done many things in her life that she was not proud of, but she was not about to betray her friend in such an unforgivable way.
“My heart and mind are now closed to such revelations,” she mumbled instead, evading the question, “and whatever I might think is just the intuition of a broken soul.”
“Have you ever seen him—them—before?”
“Well yes,” Shirel chuckled mirthlessly. “They’re the reason heaven and hell have felt empty to me.”
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So, there it is :)
Thank you for your creativity, my beloved baby :D
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