Carrie

The Broken Doll

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Deep/Fun Questions to Ask!

I kind of stole this from @junosjukebox blog, and I'm gonna answer it all... as always, unrequited info just because I'm bored.

Do you like watching sunsets? Yes, I do... a lot.

Have you ever started a rumor? Not that I know.

What makes you laugh hard? Dark humor and things that make my imagination go wild... such as the ghosts of penises past (I can't get over that!)

What's the last concert you went to? Morat, the Stadium Tour. That concert was awesome!

If you believed in it, what would you be reincarnated to? In a very pampered, absolutely spoiled house cat.

What's your current vocal stim? I don't have one, actually.

What shirt are you wearing? A red tartan design from my VS jammies... It's comfy.

Who or what is on your mind? The utter want to keep writing but I'm still in office hours.

What are your favorite pair of shoes? I have two: my black tennis shoes and my mint green Sandals

What would easily win you over if someone gave you it? Marzipans and Chocolate, that certainly could win my interest.

What three words describe you? Moody, Introverted, Silly.

What's a funny memory you have? My best friend and I at an indie cinema, watching The Exorcist III, the room full of people, eerily quiet, and we started giggling in the part where the Detective and the Priest are having a philosophical debate as the pair of nihilists they are.

Do you have any drunk stories? Many, unfortunately; I'm under a very strict NDA that forbids me from revealing them.

What's one thing you own that you're sure no one else has? A pair of ceramic ballet shoes that I hand-painted when I was about 10 years old, and a Hama Beads golden snitch that my niece made for me some years back.

Do you have any superstitions? I'm not sure if it's a superstition, but a friend of my mum's gave her a reproduction of "El Niño de la Suerte" a long time ago when I was having a hard time finding a job, but ever since El Niño got to this house, I haven't been unemployed, so I keep him safe and sound.

What is your guilty pleasure? Nowadays? Reading Dramione fanfiction, it's a relapse after 15+ years and makes me feel a tad guilty bc it's Harry Potter content, but the kind of material that doesn't profit Rowling so... silver linings.

What weird thing do you do when you're alone? I talk to myself... a lot.

What is the worst food you've ever had? Chile Quemado... that thing tastes awful, and I won't ever try it again.

What fictional character would you bring to life if you could? Right now, I want one Dean Di Laurentis for me. Does anyone know where I can get one?

If you could join a career immediately, what would it be? I know that's not a career, but I'd gladly give everything up if I could get a bottomless bank account to travel as much as I can.

What keeps you going during the day? Banksie, my cat... I do everything for him.

Current song on repeat? Raging by Kygo, that song does so many things to me.

Funniest inside joke? Because you don't know what you're doing and you have no idea what your job here is.

What's your favorite piece of jewelry you own? A set of pearl earrings and a choker that was my great-grand aunt's and then my mum's, and I inherited it when mum passed a few years back.

Favorite niche topic? The current RPG campaign on play.

What fandom are you currently in? Drag Race, mainly the UK franchise, and Harry Potter... both reading and writing.

Most controversial take? I'm not sure, actually.

Favorite ship and why? ufff this is a tough one, I have many favorites; it depends on the mood I am in while looking for a new reading or project to write... nowadays I'm obsessed with Dramione, Parkbottom, Nottgood, Treebones, and still Kyranade.

Do you have any piercings or tattoos, and what are they? Just the common ear piercings. I was supposed to get a tattoo this year when I was released by my oncologist, but it got unfortunately delayed one more year.

What is your worst & best qualities? The best quality is that I'm fiercely loyal; the worst quality is that I get bored very easily.

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I respect your defense of bisexual woman and all but I just don’t want to put my mouth somewhere I know a dick has been

Yall out here acting like these girls’ pussies be haunted by the ghosts of penises past, this ain’t a Dickmas Carol, be so fucking for real

[bemusedlybespectacled]

[carolxdanvers]

"women are tainted by their previous sexual encounters" doesn't become less openly misogynistic just because it's said by a woman btw

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Much is true that (at least in a medical meaning) whenever you sleep with someone, you sleep a bit with their story, it doesn’t mean it works like a haunting, especially if said person is responsible and take care of themself.

Still it wouldn’t be a deal breaker to go out with someone, and even less to not consider a bisexual woman just because well she likes dicks as well as pussies.

[saiphl]

I’m so behind schedule with my writing… I was supposed to be posting the fables already and I haven’t even finished writing them.

Shame on me

[saiphl]

Wicked Heart in search of Redemption

So... I'm finally back with Wicked Heart. I know it's been too long, and I promise I didn't intend to take this long, but I don't really know why this took me so long.

I hope you enjoy the ride and see you next week!

[a-mel0n]

reblog if you’ve had an online friendship that’s lasted more than 2 years

[saiphl]

To the Start of a Beautiful Life

And with this, we come to an end.

The fifth and last episode of A Beautiful Life, and with it, a very happy moment in my memory, because I really liked this story, I ended up falling for the characters, and overall, I can't be more thrilled about falling so hard for writing Sminty, she's quite a complicated character to write and I finally ended up liking her in a way I couldn't get to while writing her in another universe.

So, thank you again for reading and staying til the end. Once again, an apology because this week was beyond hectic and didn't let me edit the text, so you're having it almost raw, because I edited some things while I was still writing.

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[saiphl]

A toast to a Beautiful Life

This has been posted since yesterday, but didn't have the time to post it here, so without further ado, the fourth episode of A Beautiful Life.

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In this episode:

The girls face the quiet aftermath of loss, the kind that forces hard conversations and impossible truths. Old feelings resurface at the worst possible time, relationships wobble under the weight of what’s unspoken, and love is tested by distance, timing, and fear. Some people step closer, others step away, and a few realise that standing still isn’t an option anymore.

A Bottle of Wine is about the painful pause before change — when everything feels fragile, everything matters, and one honest moment can alter the shape of the future.

[lulas-moon]

wip wednesday | Kyranade

I promise I’m still working on this fic shdndbdb I’m still insane about these two I promise. Anyways, here’s a little snippet :) hope u enjoyyyy <3

“Thought you had bailed on me.” Kyran teases as she opens the door, leaning against the frame. “You’re almost an hour late. I thought about calling someone to check on you.”

“Ha ha.” She rolls her eyes, unable to hide the small smile that twinged at her lips. “I was just busy with Chanel and lost track of time; it’s not that serious.”

“What are you talking about?” Kyran grins, moving to the side to let her in. “Top student Marmalade, who is always ten minutes early to everything, is an hour late? I had already assumed the worst.”

“Alright, I get it. I’m so sorry for keeping you.” She tuts as Kyran shuts the door behind her, following her up the stairs. “I’m sure you were just dying for my company.”

“I was, actually,” Kyran says as they enter her room. She immediately sits herself beside Marmalade on the bed, casually leaning against her side. Marm laughs. “No, seriously! I have a feeling today - you’re going to get it.”

“Really?” She raises a brow. “What’s so special about today compared to all the rest, then?”

“I just have a feeling.” She shrugs, holding up her textbook with a flourish of her wrist. She smiles at her, teasingly. “Unless you don’t think you’re up for the challenge?”

“Try me.”

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My babies!!!!

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A Wonderful Life gets flavored with a pinch of salt.

Still Friday and freshly edited, so here is the third and new episode of A Beautiful Life, hope you enjoy the reading.

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In this episode:

Everything is emotionally fragile, communication is optional, and grief absolutely refuses to be polite.

The girls are stretched thin by distance, ambition, and feelings nobody wants to name. Love gets messier, timing gets worse, and one devastating phone call shakes everything that felt even remotely stable. A Packet of Salt is about the moments that sting just enough to keep everything raw — preserving heartbreak, truth, and love exactly as they are.

[saiphl]

Five Phrase Friday.

I know it’s certainly more than five, but couldn’t help myself, hopefully I’ll be able to start posting that Threebones soon, now that I’m halfway through the writing.

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“Aye,” Bonnie whispered. “The wildfire.” The room felt thicker suddenly, like air holding its breath. “And Bones felt it,” Bonnie said, her voice trembling. “Across the storm she was riding, across the Hunt’s call, across the tearing and the hollowing and everything she had become.”

Elle’s eyes widened, shining with fever and awe.

“She felt Paige remember,” Bonnie said, “and she ran. Left the storm unfinished. Left the Hunt mid‑ride. Eyes blazing brighter than lightning — not river-soft, not gentle — but storm‑ridden, splitting with thunder.”

Elle whispered, “Did Paige know she was coming?”

“Aye,” Bonnie said. “Because some flames are too ancient to hide.”

She touched Elle’s cheek. “But remembering… remembering put them both in danger.”

Elle shivered. “Even though she was… part of the Hunt now?”

Bonnie nodded slowly. “Because magic like theirs doesn’t die. Not even when riders do.”

[saiphl]

WIP Wednesday... or why I'm so utterly lost reading guilty pleasures.

So, I'm finally off to a long, well-deserved weekend, and I'm starting it with a sneak peek of the next episode of A Beautiful Life.

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In London, Gothy’s world broke at the worst possible time. She was in Ally’s rented flat — warm lighting, soft laughter, half-dressed, his hands at her waist, the kind of quiet intimacy she never admitted she craved — when her phone buzzed on the nightstand: Aunt Lily.

She answered with a smile. The smile vanished in seconds. Her heart dropped somewhere around her stomach. She sat up fast, then stood even faster, the duvet falling, her hair a mess, panic flooding her expression.

“Oh my God… oh my God—Aunt Lil—has someone told Cal?!” her voice cracked mid-syllable.

“No,” Lily whispered on the line. “I… I didn’t know how she’d take it. I didn’t want her to be alone when she heard.”

Gothy’s breath hitched. Her eyes blurred. “I’ll find her,” she said. “I’ll find her right now.”

She hadn’t realised she was shaking until Ally gently took the phone out of her hand. She hadn’t realised she was crying until she felt his arms around her. She pressed her face into his chest — not dainty tears, but silent, chest-breaking sobs she hadn’t let loose in years.

He held her like he’d been built for it, stroking her hair, grounding her, whispering, “Just breathe. I’m right here.”

When she finally pulled back, wiping her cheeks roughly, she said hoarsely, “I have to find my sister.”

“I’m coming,” Ally said immediately.

There was no discussion. No hesitation. He grabbed his coat, hers, her bag, their keys, and followed her into the cold night.

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Six Sentence Sunday… now you know…

This is from A Beautiful Life, so I hope you enjoy it.

And yes, again it’s way more than six.

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Their fight was brutal — not loud, not violent, but made of the kind of sentences you wish you could swallow before they escape.

And when Naomy stormed out with practiced German poise, Sminty let her go.

It was hours after the curtain call.

The hall was empty.

The noise had died.

Sminty had torn through every corridor, every stairwell, every backstage corner until she finally found Naomy in one of the dressing rooms — lights dimmed, chair pulled to the far corner, head bowed over trembling hands.

Naomy Robin was crying.

Not loudly.

Not messily.

Not dramatically.

She cried like someone who had been taught never to fall apart but simply couldn’t hold the pieces anymore — sharp breaths, rigid shoulders, fury bottled under the surface like a fault line.

Sminty froze in the doorway, throat closing.

“Naomy,” she whispered.

Naomy sat up straight instantly, wiping her face with the back of her hand, posture stiffening into anger.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Sminty stepped inside anyway. “You’re leaving in the morning,” she said, voice raw. “I just wanted to talk—”

“To talk?” Naomy repeated, voice near‑breaking. “Cal, the only time you want to ‘talk’ is when you want to win.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yes,” Naomy snapped, standing abruptly, “it is. You don’t talk to fix things, you talk to make things my fault.”

Sminty flinched.

It landed because it was true.

Naomy’s breath shook. “My aunt is in the hospital. My mother needs help. My family is falling apart. And you—” she bit the inside of her cheek, holding the tears back by force— “you made today about you.”

Sminty stepped forward. “I didn’t mean—”

“You made me feel guilty,” Naomy continued, “for going home. For wanting to be with my family. You asked me if I was choosing them over you.”

[junosjukebox]

Six Sentence Sunday

Ehh this is wild lol

Cw: Smut. MINORS DNI.

Vanity pulled away, only an inch but still torturously far from Admira's lips. Still, the sheer sight of Vanity, her eyes dark and glassy, locked onto Admira's; lipstick fading past the contours of her mouth, was an intoxicating picture that was now burned into Admira's mind.

“You're…”

“Hot?” Admira batted her eyelashes.

“Infuriating!”

But Vanity's hiss was halfway to a laugh, and with every second that passed, her heaving chest kept the wonderful pressure against Admira's, and the pulsing ache between Admira's legs was becoming unbearable.

She had expected to enjoy herself. But she hadn't expected to need Vanity, to crave her with every cell in her body, the moment she stopped.

This would not do.

Admira tenderly rubbed her nose against Vanity’s. “Why not take a night off, and relax? You were the only one who found me. So you deserve a reward. Because you've been … so good.”

“Admira,” Vanity moaned, practically pleaded, taking a shaky breath.

“What's the matter?” Admira continued, purring into Vanity's mouth as she stroked her knuckles. “If no one else tells you, I will. I can tell you all night if you like.”

“God!” Vanity screwed her eyes shut for an instant, but when they snapped open again something had taken her over; something wild, something fiery with desire, that made Admira's skin tingle with electricity at being captured in Vanity's growing ferocity.

“You want to be good for me, Vanity?”

Admira's voice was thick with lust, drunk on the insistent throb of her body. Vanity's eyes fluttered, licking her lip.

“I bet you'd like that. Doing your best, doing good, like you do every day. Only when you do it for me,” Admira leaned to whisper in her ear, “I'll tell you.”

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My oh my!!!!!

[saiphl]

A Beautiful Life is lived with bread to share.

Very late, and just because my very obsessive mind didn't let me postpone this any longer, I'm posting -and with it changing the posting schedule- for A Beautiful Life, so here is the second chapter for your reading.

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Kate tries to survive Political Sciences while rooming with the world’s most intimidating overachiever; Zahirah enters dance school and meets a girl who moves like a panther and ruins her ability to function; Sminty storms Guildhall like a feral supermodel in training and accidentally develops an obsession she swears isn’t a crush; and Gothy becomes a fashion prodigy with existential crises, glitter, and more opinions than sleep hours.

Their lives start to rise— like bread— warm, unpredictable, and absolutely refusing to stay the same.

[saiphl]

Fandoms: Rupaul's Drag Race UK, Rupaul's Drag Race UK vs. the World, Drag Race Germany, Drag Race Sverige.

Relationships: Platonic relationships and established ones.

Rating: General Audience

Content Warnings: It has mentions of trauma due to child neglect; also references to consensual sexual activity.

Summary of the Fic:

A Beautiful Life follows Kate, Zahirah, Sminty, and Gothy, whose lives entwine through friendship, ambition, heartbreak, and second chances. From childhood to chaotic university beginnings and the first real steps into adulthood, they navigate love that grows, breaks, and rebuilds; careers that demand everything; and families made by choice as much as by blood.

Each episode marks a shift — joy, loss, distance, return — as they learn how to let go, how to try again, and how to choose the people who choose them back. By the end, their paths intersect in a celebration of change, healing, and the quiet miracle of finding a place and a person to call home.

[saiphl]

A Beautiful Life is lived with bread to share.

Very late, and just because my very obsessive mind didn't let me postpone this any longer, I'm posting -and with it changing the posting schedule- for A Beautiful Life, so here is the second chapter for your reading.

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Kate tries to survive Political Sciences while rooming with the world’s most intimidating overachiever; Zahirah enters dance school and meets a girl who moves like a panther and ruins her ability to function; Sminty storms Guildhall like a feral supermodel in training and accidentally develops an obsession she swears isn’t a crush; and Gothy becomes a fashion prodigy with existential crises, glitter, and more opinions than sleep hours.

Their lives start to rise— like bread— warm, unpredictable, and absolutely refusing to stay the same.

[makotoscoffee]

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