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'Circus Failure' The Ringleader's Description.
Hey all. Haven't posted in a long time so you know your girl was dooming scrolling through my Google Docs trying to pick something to post and thus I found this! The description of The Ringleader in my book: 'Circus Failure'
There she was in that fume. Her ruby ringleader suit glistered from the spotlight, being that it was tailored from leather. Umber hair wavering jointly with her head, brazily brushing her commodious hips. The rigid leather black paints earned attention from the spotlight also. Restfully atop her head had been her stately top hat, clasping on her head no matter how fast it turned. Her tawny tint eyes scanned the audience. A grin on her comely face.
'Circus Failure' Ch4 excerpt. 'Lover's Art'
This is an excerpt of dialogue from my book 'Circus Failure' It is one of the characters expressing how much she adores her boyfriend. :]
"Oh isn’t he just…. Mine. He lacks sullen temper. Owning acts that weaves arousal under my delicate bones. He means more than the world to me. Animating an adoration I thought I'd never awaken again in my heart that had been pulverised by relatives. How he ingests my flesh with osculation. That opens my petals and lets my florets see daylight. To coat my morn with chortle and glee. Welded for life and onward. Why he could ruin my surroundings for yet I’d apologise for it. It is he who needs everything. To have the world adore him. Although he roles as the Jester. The provision of pleasure, there’s still delicacy in that heart. When one unfavourable recollection arises he tends to collapse in sobs. My sweet has been touched with sour, which he feels I love him for his figure, not anything else. That is not true. He is the sun I soak in everyday. The oxygen I breathe in everyday. My life, my world. My everything. Shall he never think I love him less."
'Circus Failure' The Dealer Introduction.
This excerpt is the introduction scene for the main antagonist of my book called 'Circus Failure' For context the MC Ava wants to join a circus and has to speak with the big boss.
The room’s airspace was vaporous smoke. Unlit and concealed. Without delay, Ava sputters hacks as the smoke slithers down her throat.
The room was so heated that Ava believed the trailer was on fire.
To the right, Ava could make out a bed, neatly dressed. She peers to the left of the room that was in cold blood darkness.
At the sharp end of the room, light from a lamp acted as a spotlight for the main event sitting at their desk.
Lit in golden was a bourn, dark skinned man in a black suit. His boundless black hair prowled. Serving as slithering serpents. His face had a burly build, which appeared warm and obliging. His razor edged crimson eyes hold a burning gaze towards Ava. Offering opportunities that appeal to a rising star. His smile glints as he is the shining ore Ava had been looking for.
He spoke in flaming prosperity and goodwill. “Why hello little lady”
Her mind is racing with upcoming decisions and thoughts. This is her moment to strike.
“Hi” Ava responds. Elevating her posture to look presentable. Although she’ll never line up to his standard.
He spreads his arm far to the chair sitting in front of the desk. “Would you like to take a seat?”
“Sure” Ava chirps. Hiking towards the desk.
The smoke had evaporated giving her a clear look at the interior of the trailer. A cupboard and sink in front of the window, empty yet it looked used by the scratches and spills. Frames hung on the wall. One she passes held a picture of that potent man set on stage, striking with a long stick that flamed at each end. Quite hazardous. Preoccupied by the pictures, she hadn’t notice the black cat that was sprawled out on carpet floor. She lays her foot on its tail and the feline shrieks in anguish. Hurrying away from her.
“Now Ignis be nice to our deal candidate” She gains a honey smile from the man. However, the aggravated cat huffs and walks elsewhere.
She reaches the desk, pulls back the glossy leather seat and sits down.
“Now my dear” The gentle man begins. “Tell me your name”
“Ava Banc” She states. She curses her tottering voice, it has her sound amateurish.
“Delightful to meet you Ava” He goes to shake her hand, that she does shake.
“My name is The Dealer. Others around here call me Dealer. Although that’s more thoroughly a title used by my close companions. Would indicate much authority for new commers or honourees, but enough about myself, inform me about you”
Now this is a flaw of Ava’s. She’s very poor at speaking about herself. There’s nothing she can express on. Only the joys of her substandard life.
“Oh…Well… I live here in the city of Dubna”
“Ah, a pristine occurrence that we chose to perform our show right nearby you, such an engaging city to be upon” The Dealer comments. That’s less agreed upon.
“Yeah. It is” She responds judiciously.
“Anyhow, I was versed that you would like to join our show?”
“Yes, I would. I was intrigued by your poster. Lately I’ve been struggling to find a job. No one would take me in, cause I was inexperienced or they were full” She explains. Ava feels rude for oversharing to someone she had just met. Yet, he is benevolent.
“Oh you poor pup” He tilts his head. “Disheartened by such dubious issues”
Her mind pauses. Someone, a person feels sympathy. So used to close ones acknowledging her struggles. Yet someone as gifting as The Dealer, heightens her chances.
So moved she could only produce a soft laugh. “There’s another issue beside that”
The Dealer grows curious. “What might that be?”
Ava takes in a deep breath before answering. “My parents. They’d pressure me when I was young. To get things done right and to know so much. When I turned 18 I was immediately sent to find a job. Though everything I went for, they either did not like it or it did not fit their preferences. They never wanted what was best for me, they only wanted the best of me for themselves. The best I struggle to grasp” She stares down at her open palms, the ones that have helped her climb to where she is. Gliding her eyes back to The Dealer, who stares before nodding, contort to comprehension. “Dispiriting. Parents treating their world as it were a planet. Dependent on its resources because they helped it grow. And yet, they never see the damage they caused to it. Polluting dreams and littering shattered hopes. Until that planet overheats and produces very little”
Ava sat back, twiddling her finders, dazed by his use of words.
“I understand your position just how I understood theirs. The performers seen by you have been afflicted with negligence far beyond you can fly” The Dealer opens a drawer out of Ava’s view and lights the cigar he had taken out of it.
“Labyrinths from nefarious nurturing. Famished fidos” He sighs. “Their stories have made them seem irrevocable. Yet through my munificence, performed metanoia. For I can present any dolour that is iffy to any tarot deck of cards. They found a home behind latibule curtains. Dressed and are affectation”
It occupies her mind. Those joy filled, experienced performers been through artifice times and were nourished by The Dealer. She is graced with the exact.
“It is only fair that I gift you that also” The euphonious voice offers. The unbelievable possibility had came true. The opulence life is ahead of her. She peers to The Dealer through the mist of chimerical.
“Really?” She mummers. It’s leal, finally reality. What a noctuary can do. A redamancy for Ava’s allegory.
“My circus is your ardour, along with mine. Your elysian to gather felicity from adoring fans. No more lament nor grotesque. Only home”
Home.
With tears cloaking her eyes. She whispers. “Thank you”
“Here” The Dealer reaches an empty hand to Ava’s ear. With a snap of his fingers against it, he now held a card with 6 of spades. He lowers it on the table in front of Ava. “For keep sake, My Dear. Hang tight to it”
'Accustomed Argument'
Hey everyone! I've returned and I'm not alone. I brought some Angst along with me! This is a piece I have written for a character in my book: 'The Destiny St Armol's :]
Filthy caution veiled his mind, creeping down the blemished stairs. Stained with liquor and powder of such. Repellent odors stirred in one haunt the home and guard from people entering, making sure they turn away.
The whole home is somber, lacking nothing but gloomy and unease.
Yet a well known sight for Matthew, trekking carefully down the stairs.
He passes the living room. Cryptic although he knows who lurks in there.
Aiming for the door, his hand latches onto the handle when suddenly.
“Matthew” croaks a hoarse voice in the living room. A shaky, adapted breath leaves his nose, followed by his tensing shoulders.
He shifts his body away from the door and to the voice’s owner, stepping into the living room.
The smoke worms from the cigarette laid on the sofa’s arm. The room that was made for sharing relaxing times is a butchery for those gauds.
She was limp on the sofa, wrapped in her grey nightrobe. Her dark hair tousled and gruff as tinsel.
Her face spent, in an inebriated fettle. Cuffed to her hand, a bottle of intoxicating paradise.
He stands inert at the doorway, hands clenching to fist before his droughty mouth opens.
“Yeah?” his voice stammers. Awakening the suppressed apprehension that slumbered in his stomach.
A fume of silence carries. “Come here” she demands.
Matthew acts quick, approaching her side within a flash. “What?” he shrugs with slight impatience.
Her head swung gruelingly to meet his gaze, reaching seconds for her eyes to lock on his. “Where are you going?” she asks cockeyedly.
He swallows and answers. “I’m going to a friend’s house” he responds reluctantly.
“No you’re not” she shakes her head.
“Mom” he groans softly, leaning his head back.
“Don’t argue with me” her voice heightens steadily.
“I’m not arguing with you” Matthew takes a step back.
“You fucking will, you’re like your bastard father, wouldn’t shut his bloody mouth”
The floor entertains him as he cares to not listen.
“You are staying here, clean around the house” she orders him. Waving the drink like some chalice.
“I already did today”
“You did a disgraceful fucking job of it, like look…” she sits up to look at the floor. Gashes and dust and drops galore across the floor. “It’s all mess” “Well, I wasn’t in here all day” Matthew mummers.
Her face contorts to astonishment. “Are you being smart with me?”
“No”
“You bloody are, Matthew, I better not be hearing cheek from you, you hear me!” She shouts.
“Wouldcha calm down! I wasn’t being cheeky with you!”
“Shut up, just shut the fuck up, Matthew!” She pushes herself up to her feet.
“Would ya stop over reacting!” He screeches, waving his hands low to his side.
“I’m not fucking overeacting, you’re being a bastard that’s what you are!” Her grip on the bottle is tight.
“You always put the blame on me!” He shouts.
“Because you are! You’ve been a piece of shit since your father left” She stomps.
“And whose fault is that?!” He shoots back.
The shattering of glass follows as he is struck with astonishment and glass shards.
His head pulses when he catches himself before he hits the floor. She holds the bottle by its lip. The bottom end is like a thorn crown, sharp and leaking with rapid poison.
His hand reaches for his head, his hair is soaked. He glances at it, juices of alcohol and his own blood. The dog barks, making the silence leave.
“Get your fucking ass in the kitchen and you can stay in there! I don’t want to see your fucking face again” She growls, sitting back down harshly.
He pushes himself up, wiping the ichor and beer on his coat. Silently exiting the room to lock himself in the kitchen, until she passes out.
She doesn’t share her alcohol, yet that never stopped him from helping himself to countless of them in the fridge.
The drugs are there too, on the table, next to his bottle. He often wonders how much it would take to pass out and never wake up. Though, that’s something he usually thinks of at toughest times. It makes him feel safe knowing the option of leaving this world is in this very room.
He’s not sure if she has calmed down or not as he blacks out before he can check. He’ll only know when he is screamed awake and thrown off the chair and forced to do the dishes.
That’s exactly what happens.
“Matthew!” His whole world tilts sideways as he crashes to the floor.
She looms above him, her face cold and tired, she had just woken up.
“What!” He mutters, rubbing his eyes.
“The fuck are you doing?” she shuffles to think.
“Sleeping” As he stands, he clutches the back of the chair behind them, his head is throbbing and he can’t make out her features.
She stares into the sink, scrunching her nose. “Fuck sake, look at this”
“What?” he strolls over and peeks in.
Dishes are kept dirty, that was his job that he failed to do.
“Why didn’t you wash the bloody dishes?” she growls.
Matthew scratches his head “I forgot”
“Well fucking do it now. Ok!” she yells in his face. Flinching him.
“Yep” He heightens his voice. The alcohol boosted his esteem.
She glares down at him with disgust, smelling his intoxicated state. “Fucking disgraceful you are” she sneers, wandering to the fridge.
He runs the tap and the fridge door opens. “Have you been fucking taking my drinks?”
He dips his hands in the chilling lathery water and grabs a plate.The scars along his arms sting but he’s too out of it to realise the pain “Yeah” he answers.
Her slippers stomp against the foam tile floor. “Did I say you could take it?”
“I don’t think so” he shrugs, scrubbing the plate hard.
“Yeah!” she tramps over to him, so close that he could smell the anger rather than the alcohol. “Why did you take it?”
“I was thirsty” he responds.
She laughs. “Thirsty” she leans back, slipping but catching her step. “You were fucking thirsty” she repeats. “You’re fucking unbelievable” She strolls to the doorway, where King waddles in. Tongue sticking out and tail wagging slowly. His shaggy and big physique blocked her with his innocence.
“Move” she shoves his body at the door. A loose screw that was oddly hammered there, poked into the skin of the poor dog, who yelps and swiftly waddles to Matthew’s side.
“Shut up!” she screams at the dog. “Piece of shit” she stomps out of frame. He’d feel relief yet he can’t, the alcohol occupies his brain, twirling his thoughts but he’s still aware.
King’s body leans against his leg. He shakes the drops of water off his hand and rubs King’s head. Whispering words of comfort.
He stays an hour more in the kitchen, until bringing a bottle up to bed with him. Slouched on his bed with his phone in one hand and the bottle in the other, in a daze, he scrolls endlessly on his camera roll, watching pictures and videos that he doesn’t remember taking. Although a few he does. He slaps his finger on the screen to stop the endless scrolling. A row of videos that were taken a few years back. In a familiar room with an old, familiar friend.
The two boys in the video mess around in the room, throwing things around and chilling on the bed. All audio is laughter and jokes. In glorious and glamorous mansion halls, they run and explore. Interfering with passing butlers and servants. Those two in the video were he and him. Elijah. This brought back things, feelings, emotions. But he doesn’t want to talk about it. He’d rather turn his phone off, lay in bed and wait. To pass out.
'Hate has its Limits' Short.
His grunts of effort echoed in the alley way. Matthew tried pushing himself to get up, but he could only fall back down with the wall against his back. His tired and busted legs laid uselessly in front of him, his hands twitched and were bruised from the hard punches he gave those boys, who caught him by surprise. He had been jumped before, he was no stranger to them, he pissed so many people off to know well. The rain fell continuously down on his gushing stab wound on his side, His heavy breathing accompanied him as his breaths grew sharp, his eyes nearly bringing him to a deep slumber.
“What a pitiful act” that low drawl snapped Matthew’s eyes open and they reached to catch a glimpse of a figure looming over him. Elijah stood, observing the weak young man on the ground. His gloved hands laced around the handle of the umbrella that was dripping with pelts of drops, but he was shielded under. Matthew only gazes up at him with a sour look on his face, before huffing and turning his head away.
“I nearly mistook you for a homeless person. I wouldn’t have come down here otherwise” Elijah shrugs. Matthew stares off into the dark alleyway before asking. “Then why don’t you just leave?” He lifts his head to him.
Elijah glances over his shoulder. “I wouldn’t want the paparazzis to think i’m cruel”
“There are no paparazzis” Matthew huffs.
“You’re right” Elijah turns to face him. “Must have gotten frightened by the sight of you”
“Eat shit” Matthew rolls his eyes.
“It would be rude of me to steal the only meal you have” Elijah has become a blur to Matthew, mentally and physically as his consciousness begins to slip from blood loss.
Elijah stares at the now sleeping young man. Footsteps approach behind him.
“You ready to go, Mr Brown?” His personal butler asks.
“Bernard” Elijah starts. “Take this young man home” he says.
“Mr Brown, we’re not sure where he lives”
Elijah turns around. “Did I say take him back to his home?”
His back is off solid ground. Matthew slowly opens his eyes and is unsure of his surroundings. A well decorated room, everything is white, that includes the bed he is laying on. His pounding head beats but he can hear the door from around the corner open. Elijah steps cautiously to the bedside before nodding. “Ah, you're awake” he sets down a mug on the dresser next to Matthew.
The reality of what is happening just hitted him. “You brought me back to yours?” Matthew blinks.
There’s an awkward pause as Elijah is hesitant on what to say. “It’s better than leaving you there on the streets, isn’t it not. And I believe you’d prefer it here than your own home” He narrows his eyes at him. Matthew avoids it, he knows he’s right.
“I can see she still hasn’t stopped” Elijah points to Matthew’s arms that were not covered by his coat, bearing his arms that had scars.
“Why were you looking!” Matthew shouts.
“In my defence and for your safety Matthew, I had my butlers remove your coat to patch your wound” Elijah sneers arrogantly. Matthew raises a brow and lifts his t-shirt and finds the bandage wrapped around his stomach.
“Who did you piss off this time? Felix Virgo? Mark Reed? I’d actually be shocked if at least one of them got this far in harming you” Elijah speaks.
“It was Eddie Mc Connel. I stole from his uncle’s liquor store” Matthew growls.
“And what business did you have in a liquor store anyways?” Elijah asks.
Matthew stares at the blanket before answering. “I think you know”
A sigh departs from Elijah. “You haven’t changed, have you?”
“Well there’s no point” Matthew hisses.
“I’m not gonna stand here and give you petty advice that you’ll never use anyways, but if you were to change, imagine how different things would be. For yourself and those around you, including me” Elijah narrows at him, a dark look.
“I could let you back into my life, if that was the case”
“Like you never left my life, you’re always there and annoying as shit” Matthew hisses.
“Now that’s rude to say to someone who saved your life”
“I would have been fine without you, fucktard”
There’s an amusing chuckle from the tall lad. “Let’s face it Matthew, you wouldn’t. You’d have to walk home in that mess, I say you would’ve made two steps.”
Matthew groans and rolls his eyes. “Oh just fuck off would ya!”
“Hey, now, quiet down. Some people nearby are trying to sleep” Elijah warns.
Matthew raises a brow and looks over at the desk beside the bed for his phone, unfortunately it wasn’t there.
“Where’s my phone?”
Elijah reveals the device from behind his back and stretches a hand out for him to take it.
“Why do you have my phone?!” Matthew sits up.
“I was keeping it safe and don’t worry, I didn’t go on it”
Matthew leans over to reach it but Elijah withdraws swiftly. “Ah-ah, magic word?”
“Give it”
“I believe that’s wrong”
“I’m not up for this shit-”
“Neither am I”
“Just give it, you son of a bitch!” Matthew gets out of the bed but only takes a few steps towards the young man, before a wave of pain consumes him and he falls to the ground, whimpering lightly as he furiously blinks the tears that pricked his eyes.
Elijah sighs above him. “You have to be so difficult, don’t you? Now look what happened”
“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!” Matthew cries. Clutching his stomach.
Elijah tuts and leans down to the boy. “Need any help?”
“If you touch me, I will make you feel twice the pain i’m in right now” Matthew spits.
Elijah lets an amused chuckle exit his lips. “Have it your way then” he stands up and brushes himself off before making his way to the door. But a pang of guilt washes him as he watches the weak boy using the bed to lift himself up, muttering and cursing in a soft tone.
Their eyes meet but one’s harsh.
“Piss off, why are you still here!” Matthew hisses.
“I was going to leave, be patient Matthew” Elijah raises a brow while leaning his hand on the door handle. “Though I do enjoy watching you like this” he grins smugly.
“Actually go fuck yourself” Matthew growls.
Elijah would watch more of this display if he hadn’t realised he still held the phone.
“Oh and your phone, didn’t forget about it” he struts back to the struggling young man. “I won’t make you beg for it, so i’ll be leaving it here” he places it gently onto the desk. Then turns to see that Matthew was sat on the bed, drained from his little climb.
His hand clutches around the mug on the table. “Here” Elijah shoves it in his face. “You’ll need this”
Matthew takes it slowly and sips it down.
Elijah only stands there awkwardly. “Are you and Abbie still close?” he asks.
“Why are you asking?”
“I’m just curious, not gonna sit here in silence”
“We’re still friends” Matthew replies.
“And what about the other two you hung out with in primary?” Elijah raises a curious brow.
“Kit and Diego? We don’t talk anymore” there is a slight frown from Matthew.
“Hm, seems right, they were only using you as a human shield”
“I know”
“They never liked me very much” Elijah pastes around the room.
“Yeah, they thought you were an arrogant asshole,” Matthew shrugs.
Elijah couldn’t shake off that a part of that was true. “I suppose they’re right”
Matthew shifts in quite shock as he looks up at him. Elijah’s lips curl into a smirk and he chuckles softly, he himself couldn’t help but laugh too.
They share a short giggling session before Elijah straightens himself. “Well, it’s extremely late, you should get some rest”
“You’re not gonna kick me out?”
“My father doesn’t want anyone leaving during this hour. I’ll have a cab drop you home in the morning, after you some breakfast” Elijah heads to the door.
Matthew quirks a brow. He didn’t expect any meal in the morning [He usually skips it] especially from the likes from an old friend.
Matthew fixes himself in the bed, laying in the comfort of the sheets, something he is rarely used to, only when he hung out at Abbie's ... .Or his father’s.
“Well, goodnight” Elijah halts at the door.
“Wait” Matthew calls before anything. “Promise me, you won’t tell anyone about this”
“Trust me, I want this to be a secret just as much as you do” Elijah nods.
Matthew bites his tongue and finally mutters. “Thank you” It’s not forced, it’s not in an annoyed tone, it’s… genuine.
“You’re welcome, sleep well, Matthew” and the door closes and Matthew feels safe to sleep for once.
Just thought I'd share this short I wrote for two characters in my story 'The Destiny of St Armols'
'Truth in the Minds' Rot x Moon.
Hello, I hope you are all keeping well! A while ago, I had written a short story featuring the characters that @6sneet-snart9 had created, Rot and Moon. This short is solely based on the AU he had created for these characters.
The ballroom was danced to life. Many twirled and swayed with one another in the room’s centre, under the watch of the chandelier and other planets, drinking on the side, next to the windows that showed the sky that was space’s alignment.
The spheres of different colours next to stars and distant meteors.
More watchful guests were atop the balcony. Beneath them, curtains were velvet and cream, as the rest of the room thence the candlelight on the chandelier.
Tables were stacked with food that people picked at and enjoyed, several different ones spread across the room, delicious desserts were nearly gone, not as empty as the drink table. That’s where the three of them settled on staying for the night. Moon, Saturn and Venus were gathered around together, viewing the guests on the dance floor.
Moon hopes this dress wasn’t too revealing. Her purple dress bare her shoulders, it has three layers and an opening that exposes her legs and she’s not afraid to show them. On the layers were tiny shining stars and a few big ones also. As her gloves blended into her own lilac skin stopped at her elbows. Her crown that laid on her purple hair was gold and was covered with moons. She had light makeup on her face and made sure her beard was neat and looked fresh.
Venus held her wine glass with two fingers, her nails painted a tan colour, them too blended into her tan skin. The orange and white of her dress halved from top to bottom and her long orange hair was straightened.
Saturn’s expanded yellow dress was supported by the farthingale underneath. It was glittering, more than moon’s. Her cream hair tied in an extravagant bun. She was leaning on the table after the many drinks she was after having.
“Then I told the bouncer about what he did and he was kicked out immediately!” Satun laughs, finding her little tale more hilarious than the other two.
Moon chuckles along, not wanting her friend to feel embarrassed. As if Saturn would be left embarrassed, this is the same girl Moon saw taking shots and dancing on tables down at the bar on earth. Earth bars is where the magic happens they say, atleast, that’s what Moon thinks.
“What did you do after that?” Venus leans forward.
“What do you think I did, I bought everyone drinks” Saturn shrugs.
“Jeez, is all you talk about are drinks?” Moon raises an eyebrow.
“I talk about my pet space rock, Michael, named after that weird little human man that was dancing out on the roads, drunk” Saturn says.
“Did you not join him?” Moon asks.
“He seemed happy”
“Speaking of men” Venus cuts in and leans into Moon. “Moon, look who just walked in” she looks in front of her and Moon follows.
Strutting in, in a illmanner, was Rot. Moon’s lungs lost air. What was he doing here? And who’s his friend? Rot didn’t even dress right for the occasion, still in his destroyed shirt and black pants. His hair is uneather than his clothing and his beard that molded his face to form a skeleton head, which gives an inside to his unfortunate end. He never changed, just the way Moon adored him. But this other person with him is what enticed Moon to look closer. On their body was a TV. Their white shirt was shredded as well as their black jacket. They had a long tail that was a wire with a block towards the end. Their shorts expose their bluish skin.
Moon was honestly astonished watching them walk in, so were the other guests, whispering to one another and stealing glances at the two.
“Oh no” Is all Moon could get out, while watching Rot stop a passing butler, only to take the tray of wine he was holding and sips them one by one.
“Who let him in?” Venus asks beside her.
“Probably Mercury” Saturn whispers.
“Ooh, do you think he’s here for you?” Venus shakes Moon from her shoulder.
Moon was lost for words at this point, she doesn’t know why he is here.
“I don’t know” Moon mummers.
“I say he’s here for the food and drinks, don’t blame him honestly” Saturn shrugs.
“Yeah, but why would he turn up at this time? The Solar ball, knowing very well that Moon will be here” Venus argues.
“Well aren’t he and Moon so past each other by now, I say he’s not here for Moon at all, no offense” Saturn looks at Moon.
“How do you know what you’re saying is true when you’ve never been in love, Sat” Venus places a hand on her hip.
Saturn laughs. “Oh Venus, you crack me up, now where’s the desert table?” and now Saturn is gone, stumbling off into the crowd. Venus shakes her head and sighs.
“I’m gonna make sure she doesn't do anything she’ll regret tomorrow, you alright here?” Venus asks.
“Yeah, you go on ahead” Moon is distracted watching Rot make his way to the food table than listening to what Venus just said. With Venus gone, Moon struts careful hidden in the crowd, watching Rot’s every movement, how he’s reaching over for a salad and tries it, only then making a face of disgust and placing back down again, that TV head fello is standing near him, watching people pass by and trying to chat with them. Moon didn’t mind her step as she accidentally clashes into someone. “Oh, sorry!” she apologises and resumes traversing through the ballroom.
Rot was busy tasting the food to notice someone lingering near him, she knows that it will take him a while to even acknowledge her.
“I was wondering what all the guests were looking at” Moon begins to mutter, gaining the attention of Rot, who perks up at the sound of her voice. The TV head person stares at Moon as if she caught them doing something they shouldn’t have been doing.
Rot turned his head in Moon’s direction, his mouth parted slightly. “Moon, is that you?”
“Yes, it’s me” Moon responds.
Rot’s eyes wide. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing at the solar ball? For only planets and beings of space can be and nothing else!” Moon hisses.
Rot visibly gulps and Moon can predict the excuses that are about to come out.
“I can explain” he says.
“What are you doing here?” she interrupts him and throws his own question back at his face.
“I was hungry” Rot replies.
“That’s a lie” shouts the TV head person.
“Shut it TechnoFREAK!” Rot growls at him, making the nervous reck into a more nervous reck.
“Is that a nice thing to say to your pal?” Moon raises a brow.
“No, that’s literally his name” Rot places a hand on his head.
“You gonna explain yourself?” Moon crosses her arms.
“Look, I didn’t expect you to be here”
“That’s another lie” TechnoFREAK mummers, earning a glare from Rot.
Moon could feel the eyes on them and she’s uneasy because of it. “Come on, let’s talk about this outside” she leads Rot through the ballroom, literally it’s been so long since she’s seen him that she forgot how little he could see, she pulls him away before he could bump into someone.
And now they are out in the coldness of space. Moon turns around, still awaiting the answer Rot’s supposed to give.
“Moon. Yes I knew you were here, I just didn’t want to say it infront of him” Rot explains.
“Who is he, anyways?” Moon leans on the bars of the balcony.
“No one important”
“You know we’re not allowed to be together, Rot, in fact this is illegal, us, together” Moon says.
“I know, I know, I just came to… check up, was all” Rot frowns.
“Don’t you have other things to be doing” Moon mutters.
“What’s more important than seeing you?” Rot spoke. Moon’s heart flutters. Does he mean that, but, no, he doesn’t, he’s only boosting his ego.
“You don’t mean that” Moon responds, gritting her teeth.
“Oh what, I bet you got better from other partners around you!” Rot spits.
“Other partners?! Are you saying I sleep around!” Moon gasps.
“Well, if it’s to get over me, yeah”
“Why would you even think about me! You clearly go around without a care in the world for others and are only happy with what you get, whether those are words of praises or richness” Moon howls.
“Do you seriously think of me as some, wanna be a smug asshole, thinking he can get what he wants with a wave of a hand” Rot motions.
Moon leans forward, to get somewhat to his level. “Yes, I do, I feel like you didn’t feel anything after we broke up and just moved on with the cheers of others following you”
“Well, I felt like you were now free after our break up, so you could go off with others until your heart's content” Rot roars.
“Do you not think I cared about you?!” Moon shouts.
“Do you!” Rot screams back and now the only thing to respond is the shooting meteors in the distance.
“I was broken, when I had to leave you, god I was crumbled” Rot breathes. “But clearly, I wasted my days crying over you” Rot turns his back. “Goodbye Moon, thanks for the fucking tasteless salad” he spits before stomping back in to get his TV friend, who was currently trying to hit on Saturn. Moon watched him get farther away, wanting to bark at him once more, wanting to scream at him again, but, oh god, did she want him to come back.
Publishing my story on Wattpad.
I published the first chapter of my story, 'Circus Failure' to Wattpad! I'm trying to bring this story up one step at a time before self-publishing on Amazon KDP. I'm currently re-reading it to spot any mistakes, then soon it'll be published! But I'm mainly putting it up on Wattpad to hopefully gain an audience before it's out. If anyone is interested or want to take a look, here is the blurb:
Ava Banc is in desperate need of a job. So she needs to use her exquisite talent to put on a real show. When Sparkle Circus comes to Dubna, it attracts the attention of Ava, who has finally found what she was looking for. However, her parents don't think so, but that doesn't stop Ava from escaping into the world of performance.
Note: This short story is suitable for mature readers, as some aspects of the content described may be graphic.
Here is the link to my account and any comments, likes or follows would be very appreciated and adored! <3
YaYaSupreme (@YaYaSupreme) - Wattpad
Little story :]
Hello everyone!! I wrote this story that holds as a background of a villain in my fantasy story 'Closeted' Hope ye enjoy!
A Brute in Rioting
An inhabiting Lepidoptera has all been deceased. The tranquility that appeared, was false. In this slumbered town. Sited concealed in the north. Now in remnants of two concepts.
Structures for living show a tendency of destruction, what was used for shelter and providing.
None could see the state of this community’s abode, as they are left carved on the ground, more expensive than a fatal injury. Laid as if collapsing had flaws. Only ghostly faces that had struck from horror. Positioned in a once lively plaza, one that’s skillful in counting would have trouble confirming how many have been brutally scarred. Diverse correctly from size, laid mature and developing young little ones, chests opening but no remains seen, splattered in red as if their bodies were canvases. Poking from the walls of muscle were bones that appeared attempted to be pulled out. Matures were unsuccessful, developing was weak, still growing and were small, lacking calcium was a gift for one. One that those who laid dead before him had mocked. One that those who laid torn in front of him had lost hope and ignored, one who was feasting on their remains.
A lapsed, undermined, standing Mothfolk. No intention of searching for prey and settled with weeping and lifeless family members, who had no hope in understanding an unforeseen power.
The perplexity from the sorcerers, who were wise in this sort of topic, had Mothfolk turn away from this one. Believed he held a discomforting ability. Leaving this little Moth isolated from those he valued. When his claims of seeing this world’s Block came unnoticed and had a lack of careness, this had brought the idea to demonstrate the supposed fabrication to the little moth, but it was enticed very differently to his mind. A need for violence had made its seed and planted into this Mothfolk’s brain. Sitting isolated and far had its benefits, given more thinking and planning. Collapsed the wall of innocence and rebuilt a cell of brutalities.
Gear the act of murder and leave with no regrets, It came to all that.
The ‘unforeseen power’ had credibility in the massacre. Rising flames to structures and fleeing Mothfolk. The scale he had become had resemblance to a watchtower, capturing screeching little ones with fleshless arms and crushing slowly and painfully. All while gleefully smiling.
Stalking cowards who hid in homes and tearing it apart for reach. Screams banished swiftly and brought increasing volume to flames that covered bearless homes. And he stood, triumph aura glaze beyond him.
The feast soon came. Claws worked better than blades, digging into the anatomy of the species. Mouth watering became covered in blood. Tearing and grabbing at anything that looked edible. Sweet and undeniably delicious. When one emptied, it was onto the next, He has unlimited!
Until it unfortunately was gone. Now nothing to satisfy this revolting, diabolical monster, it was only then, he will spread his wings further and discover and rewrite history, as the rampaging moth, feared by The Land Of The Stars. Jinx.
Happy late birthday to me!!
Here is art that my cousin drew of my characters from my stories as a prezzie @6sneet-snart9
LOOK AT THEM AND WEEP THAY ARE SO AMAZING!!! My brain children <333
ESCAPE ROOM IDEA!!
A while back the idea of an interactive-roleplay escape room idea came to my head.
Escape Room Idea
Haven’t come up with a name for it yet :]
Right, this is an interactive-Roleplaying Escape Room where each person gets a role but some are repetitive depending on how many players are [If that makes sense lol]
You and your friends have to work together to escape this maze of escape rooms, all while trying to find out who is the devious traitor that’s trying to get in your way and ruin your chances of freedom! You may uncover different props that can shed light to the lore of the rooms you travel to. Some rooms may be basic, others…not so much and force you to think outside the box. Some rooms, unfortunately can kill you, [Not really though-] If a player is killed, it means the role/character is gone and if that role was beneficial to helping you escape…eeeeehh sorry but their dead-
The dead players will be taking to a room where they can chill for the entire game and spectate the remaining players and laugh at their misery and pain [As if they weren’t doing that a while ago]
Now getting to the part y'all are probably waiting for… The roles!
Roles
Survivor: There can be more than one survivor. If you are this role, well, sorry but you’re useless, you have no quirks or cool props, you’re just you, if that helps, so use this role however you like lmao.
Journal Tracker: Amongst your journey, you will uncover journals written by previous survivors, giving you tips and tricks to escaping, somehow these journals go unnoticed by The Commentator, so as the Journal Tracker, you must keep these in tack, as they should come in handy for future rooms. You have a bag to store all of the books, but it won’t be big enough to contain all of them, so you’re gonna have to make some sacrifices and rely on some teammates to remember key details in those journals [Tough luck if they’re forgetful]
Traitor: “OO, look at you, badass, you’re betraying your own friends” Well yeah.. That’s your role. You must stop your friends from escaping and follow the rules of The Commentator through an earpiece you’ll be given at the beginning of the game. You can choose who to eliminate, under The Commentator’s permission of course, you think you’re in control, but you are only a puppet for this ‘mysterious’ master. You will know where all the hidden cameras are and you can lock doors to prevent foes from entering. You want to be the only one standing in order to win freedom and the “Unlimited Prize”
The Commentator: Now this is a very important role, at the very beginning, when you enter the building, you will be taken aside and given the role by staff [Staff can choose who they want as the commentator, and look for the perfect fit to cause some drama] You will greet the players in your new persona and be given a dialogue to explain the games and rooms to them, then you can retrieve to your little office and speak to the traitor and monitor the cameras. If you want to help your friends [Or think they are too slow at finding the damn key] You can give them clues, but only tiny ones. You make sure that everything goes according to plan, big responsibility, I know, but you’ll get used to it, and oh boy you will, cause if anyone is handed power over everything, they slowly go mad. You can also send out the foes anytime you want, to distract the players so the traitor can do their thing, and if the traitor wants to do something, they must ask you first. Make sure to be calm and nice to the players, as to give them a sense of safety.
Spirit Box: With this role, you can speak to players who have ‘died’ in rooms. But their voices are distorted, so it’s hard to hear them. The dead will only be of use for some advantages.
Foe Fiercer: There are dangerous foes out to hunt the players, and only you can calm them down, make sure they don’t hurt your teammates. You’ll be given different items to help, like a squeaky toy, a teddy…a horn? [Fuck it, we balling]
If you manage to calm down one, chances are, you might tame it and it will become your friend :] But sad thing about foes is they are extremely weak and can be gone with in one hit, so bye bye Sparky the third, or whatever stupid name you decided to give you’re Baller, up to u really.
This is all the roles for now, since all this is in early development!
Foes
Little girl: In the first room ‘Bedroom’ You will encounter a little girl in her night dress, she becomes hostile when you take her favorite stuffed bear and is first seen sitting on a rocking chair in the corner of the room.
Baller: Discovered in room 4 ‘Soft Play’ it is an orange fuzzy dog [Bassically someone in a costume but still-] they are very playfully-Hostile [If that makes sense] and will kill on site. They lurk within the ballpit and drag players down when they come near.
Kinda all i have really-
Wait, no I have more!
The Wire: A messy creature covered in wires and is in the fifth room, the back alley. It pops out from a hole in the ceiling and can take you up with them, almost like a jack in a box. It can jump down when you are near.This one is not finished yet
The beginning
All players will be brought in a white room and locked in glass enclosures, they will be greeted by The Commentator and be given an explanation of the games. Then through a slot of the glass door, a slip of paper will be given and it will have your role on it. Once everyone is ready, a door from behind everyone will drop down and reveal the first room.
FollkTrees
If you are bored and in need of an OC lore dump, well here is a little project that i've been working on [Trying to work on, Writer's block is a bitch :[ ] The is a sequel to a story made by my cousin @6sneet-snart9 called 'Nightfall'
Plot
The tale of a mother and her six children living in the forest submerged in darkness as a result of a war. Rowan tries her best to protect her children by ways the young ones have grown to live by, to daily prayers to the god, and to ancient rituals. All it took was for one little child to grow curious of the forest her mother forbade her adventure in. When given shrinking powers by the god of the forest as a reward, Pitch can now explore the unreachable inches of the forest and discover old monuments built in the past.
Though Pitch would be the primary focus of the story, each child gets their own story that shows either how they live or grow to realise their mother’s absurd ways.
{This series is a sequel to ‘Nightfall’ created by my cousin}
The full name of the project is called. ‘Folktrees. Tales under the Layla’
Pitch
She is the main character of ‘FolkTrees’
She is 7 years old.
At a young age, Pitch loved to explore the forest and would often get lost, but she would be guided back by what she called “The mysterious voice”
As she grew older, Pitch wanted to know more about this mysterious voice and so explored far and wide in the forest to find it, as she does, she would often save little creatures who were stuck or play in the stream. The spirit of the forest, portrayed as these pair of sharp green eyes, had looked over Pitch and was that ‘mysterious voice’
One day, that spirit showed itself to Pitch and expressed its gratitude by granting Pitch the power to shrink herself. With this new power, Pitch was able to explore unseen parts of the forest, which had brought her to discovering the hidden temple of the gods, she was so fascinated by it, she went to go tell her mother and siblings, her mother knows about her powers as she accidentally revealed them through her excitement. Though Rowan doesn’t mention it, she is extremely envious of her daughter and cross that the gods had blessed a disruptive person as her child with these groundbreaking powers. When Pitch returned from her adventure, Rowan was furious and had performed a ritual with her children to ‘sacrifice Pitch to the gods as an apology’ by burning her!
But, the spirit had saved her, by blowing her out of the ritual.
Frightened, Pitch left the forest for good and hid in the village past bristles and is has some part in ‘Nightfall’ IDK.
Her story can be shown in the tales:
‘The Wind that blows the Sacrifice’
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‘The mistaken Reward’
Her design is based on things from the forest.
Her short brown-straight hair so it won’t get caught in something while she is exploring.
Her short dress is made from leaves, sewed together by her mother.
Brown leather gloves to make it easier to climb.
A little bright leaf neck wear.
A cape she found near a pound to other worlds. [Likely belonged to her father before he left]
Sylvan
She is the second oldest. She is 12 years old.
At such a young age, Sylvan has her mother on her back constantly, always being the one to look after her siblings or do some work as she is the eldest lady and has to learn it for the future.
Sylvan is a deer hybrid, she has antlers of a deer.
She is always on alert, because she needs to know her sibling’s every move, as to not get punished by her mother.
Rowan sees herself in Sylvan and doesn’t like it, she almost tries and changes her to match the life she once had, further up the stream.
One day, as Sylvan was watching the village, mostly to make sure her siblings don’t head out there, she meets Coral, a village girl. She instantly falls in love with her, Sylvan never got a proper talk from her mother about love, so she was quite confused about these feelings.
As she spent time with Coral, her siblings found out, and of course, nothing was safe in the hands of them and so Rowan found out, and forbade Sylvan from seeing Coral.
Sylvan entered a state of loneliness and isolated herself from everyone else, as for when she finally made a friend outside the forest, it was taken away from her.
And when the day Pitch left, Sylvan was under pressure to make sure her siblings were alright and not hurt from their mother’s outburst. And as for the relationship between Sylvan and Rowan, Sylvan shielded her siblings away, well tried to, they had their own coping mechanisms, Jordan was out all the time and refusing to come back, Archie would bury himself in the leaves, Laurel would adventure off to talk to a “Friend” she had made. And Grove would spend his days sitting at the river. This gave time for Sylvan to sneak off and reunite with Coral.
Coral would try her best to help out, like sneak food to her or give some spare clothing she didn’t need.
Her tales are;
‘Behind the Bristles’
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‘Coping with the Escaped’
She wears a green wooly jumper to keep warm and a brown scarf, white gloves and brown fur boots. She has long golden hair that Coral decorates with flowers sometimes.
Archie
He is the second youngest, being 6 years old.
Archie is a hare hybrid.
He is shy and mostly likes to bury himself in leaves and get them in his hair and ears.
In relations with his mother, he always joins her for prayers, even with his little knowledge of the Gods but supports his mother.
He is sensitive to shouting and just follows the crowd as he became lost and confused when his father left.
He is nonverbal and relies on his mother to know what he wants, that’s why he sticks with her alot, as she is teaching him sign language, but at the same time encouraging him to be brave.
After his older sister’s disappearance, Sylvan mostly leaves Archie do his own things as she feels it comforts him, but in reality, with all that alone time, Archie feels scared and has been suffering with PTSD because of it. He has also experienced alot of anxiety from being out in the woods.
His tale is:
‘Unharmed but Affected’
His clothing is simple. He has curly short brown hair.
A light brown long shirt.[Mostly so, he doesn't hurt himself] A dark brown clothing collar.
Dark brown pants and black shoes.
Jordan
They are the third oldest, 11 years old.
Jordan is a grey squirrel hybrid.
They are non-binary as they felt they didn’t know what to be, they hated being a girl, but didn’t want to being a boy either as they knew the responsibilities of being one.
They are a troublemaker, mostly adventuring out in the forest, hunting down little animals, just like how their father taught them too. When they’re old enough, Rowan will teach them how to cook their own food, Jordan can not wait!
They have a close relationship with Grove, trying to play pranks on him but Grove somehow knows. Grove tries to give them advice about growing up and being independent but Jordan doesn’t want to listen and will do it their own way.
They love violence and blood, thinks it’s the best.
They get annoyed when Sylvan tells them to stop with their silliness or to go look for Pitch [“Ugh, why is she always missing!”]
After Pitch left, Jordan was almost shocked by their mother’s actions and vowed to never do violence again. But they regret their outrageous behaviour and so they go to the deepest part of the forest to think.
They’re too scared to ask Grove for help, because they don't want to be embarrassed from the times they didn’t want Grove’s help and after all that’s happened, they feel like Grove might not want to talk to them anymore.
Their tales are:
‘Inutile Hunting’
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‘Surprise Attack’
They wear a grey and white striped jumper. Their hair is in a bun but some strands are loose.
They wear grey baggy pants because they like loose stuff.
They sometimes wear white gloves.
They wear a small white neck ruffle.
They stand out with their orange eyes.
Laurel
She is the cutest and youngest of the family. She is a Possum hybrid and has trouble getting over her tail.
She is bubbly and playful and just like Pitch, she likes to play in the forest as well and loves hearing stories about her sister’s adventures.
She doesn’t understand her mother’s beliefs as she is too young.
One day, as Laurel was left to play in the forest, she encounters the Bark, a human tree. It is said that Bark is the embodiment of the forest’s intention. He was created by the spirit of the forest as a guide for those who don’t know about the forest, so he teaches them the goodness of the land and how everyone should enjoy and adventure in it, as that is what the god wanted.
Laurel and Bark spend so many days dancing and signing. Bark tells stories about the war that he calls. ‘The longest Sleep’
Laurel tells her mother and her siblings about Bark but Rowan only plays it off as an imaginary friend, but as Laurel explains details that even Rowan never knew of, that’s when Rowan suspected more.
Laurel couldn’t quite understand the sacrifice her mother tried to perform on Pitch, so after Pitch left, Laurel visited her mother for a while, but one day when Laurel visited, Rowan lashed out at her. Laurel was confused and scared so she stayed with Bark for awhile.
Her tale is:
‘The truth Yet be Told’
Since she’s the youngest, Rowan dresses Laurel up in spare dresses that she had when she was younger. Her hair is neatly cut short.
She has white tights and a yellow dress.
Grove
Grove is the eldest and in his teenage years, 13
He has a quiet nature and has a more open mind of the world.
He’s very smart for his age.
As the oldest, Grove is the first to carry out the rituals her mother performed up in the her settlement.
Grove spends his days sitting near the river and watching it, his father would tell him tales about the river and its knowledge.
His first ritual he did was where he carved a message on a stone with his own blood.
His mother had done this when she was up in her settlement.
From then on, Grove had to wear a bandage around his arm as to not let his future enemies mock his placement.
Grove tries to give advice to his siblings but it never works because they don’t listen, nor understand.
After Pitch ran away, Grove never expressed how he felt, but had a sense that he knew of his mother’s ways, so just spend all his time at the stream.
His tales are:
‘Stortime’
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‘Surprise Attack’
He wears a mask made of bark from a tree.
He has very thin grey hair with a single green highlight.
He wears a light brown turtleneck.
He has a belt that holds his jeans.
He has a grey cloak from his father and his right hand is completely bandaged.
Rowan
The one behind the suffering.
Rowan grew up in a strong settlement made by the god’s worshippers.
She was forced into this religious belief at a young age, and she never understood it.
As she got older, she met Zeno, a bear hybrid from another world.
The two run off together and start a new life away from the settlement.
They have six children together and raise them in their own home.
Until the battle happened, during it, Rowan could not find Zeno anywhere and believed that he either died or left the world completely.
So, she vowed to protect their children and made them do no harm [ Though that didn’t work for Jordan-]
She was extremely cautious of each child, though it soon grew on her that Pitch was not like the rest of her siblings, she would adventure off for what felt like forever and often be late for prayer.
Rowan had turned to the God’s for protection, as she believed they saved her and her children from the war. She was very superstitious and that made her head worse and she would get headaches, the only one who helped her physically was Grove, doing his best to make medicine for her, though she never showed it, Grove was her favourite, as he was the eldest, she wanted to make his experience with connecting with the God’s more memorable and holy by performing the rituals that she had to in her old settlement, she can’t wander off to find it, as she feared she’d get lost in the dark of the forever night sky.
When she had found out about Pitch’s powers, she grew very envious and curious as to why her third youngest was gifted it. She believed her own daughter was a threat to the God’s and the forest, and was convinced that she can save it, by burning her daughter, but before the fire could reach her, Pitch was blown out of the ritual Rowan had set up.
Rowan was in shock that the God’s were not in her favour and after Pitch left, all feelings for her children were gone and she felt that all that hard work she did to protect her children were gone.
Her tales are:
‘The Aftermath of Tonight’
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‘What’s poured with Love Spills’
She wears an orange dress that she wore the night of the war.
She has extremely long blonde hair. [That’s kinda it really-]
If you have made it this far, thank you <3
Plz ignore any mistakes thanks
Oh my god apologies if this is hard to look at, first posts are not my thing but here you are! An about me section, thought would be fitting for a first post, not too much about me though, don't want to give away my secret identity😈Yes i'm on laptop plz leave me alone