#oc britney

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Pronouns

"Okay, so break this down for me, because as you can remember I am pretty slow with this pronoun stuff, but I want to get this right."

"Alright, stop me if you get mixed up or confused. So, Python, or Payton, and Ruth use only She/Her pronouns, but Python is cool with people using whatever when they don't know her. you know she looks pretty androgynous so as far as she is concerned, no harm no foul.

"Penelope uses She/They pronouns, pretty cool with any mix of the two. Crash uses They/Them, and you can just say their name over and over again, they have no problem with that.

"I myself use all pronouns, but I generally get She/Her since I appear so feminine. what ever you want to go with is pretty cool with me, and I did play around with Neo pronouns for a while, but they didn't quite feel right."

"So just to check, this goes both ways right?"

"Umm, of course. Why would we intentionally miss-gender you if we want you to correctly gender us?"

"I don't really know, just checking I guess. He/They. It's a pleasure to be interviewing you and your band today."

"The pleasure is all mine."

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Undead Warrior

Eight canine teeth dug into the meat of Britney’s thigh as she turned her body and kicked her other leg into Yuni’s chest. Her teeth ripped out as she slid back from the impact, bright orange blood covering her teeth. Her wings, which were spiked out and resembled maple leaves, scraped along the pavement. While she was doubled over on the ground from the heel of Britney’s shoe piercing into her stomach. Britney took the chance to become her small Farin form and flew up and away as fast as she could, hearing Yuni start to get to her feet.

She whipped around corners and hid herself in eves troves and window frames. She held one hand over her thigh as best she could, trying to keep some pressure on the wound. That wicked bitch had been hunting her all night, almost all month, and until the band went international again Britney was sure she would not be left alone. Yuni was dedicated to killing her, but that was sadly nature. Humans have no natural predators, so they never really understand what she’s going through, the fear on a creature who only sees you as meat. From what she could tell Yuni was nowhere near starving, but she didn’t feel like asking her about her eating habits.

Britney found a dense tree in a public park and did her best to bandage off her thigh with a leaf, settling into the crook between the trunk and a large branch. She was more than hidden for the night, and when the sun came up, she could look into staying with Crona down in Texas. She could never say no when Britney gave her puppy-dog eyes. Hopefully putting enough distance between her and Yuni would stop her hunting spree for a bit. She would know for sure if she heard about any ‘mysterious’ murders or suicides after she left.

Either way she was more than a little excited about getting some time to breath. A break from bitchy queens, killer predators, dramatic fans, and producers breathing down her neck. Hopefully she wouldn’t get stuck singing herself hoarse once she meet back up with the band.

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Wilting Roses

The flowers on Britney’s vanity were beginning to wilt and die, but it felt criminal to throw them away. She had never had a fan give her flowers before. Sue the venue would put them in the dressing room to make them feel luxurious but that was the whole reason, just to make the band want to return. She had seen them left on her bed at hotels, thrown through the window on their tour bus, even just given on holidays and events. But never, in her singing career or otherwise, had she even been given flowers as a gift with purpose. Lots of trinkets and sweets, she was known for having an affinity for them, but flowers were always given to the other members. It made her self-conscious more than once, was she the least attractive member of the band, the one with the least sex appeal?

The guy who gave them to her was an older fan, that is to say older in age, not as a listener. He had said, while she signed a CD for him, that he had given a ticket to his grandson as a birthday gift and listened to some of their music before buying. He was invested in the music quickly, saying it reminded him of when he was younger and was more rebellious himself. Before he left with the autographed CD he put a bouquet on the table and told her, “You do more good than you know with your music. I look forward to hearing more of your songs.”

The whole thing took the wind out of her, and Britney almost began to cry then and there. She stopped herself and continued the signing, but her eyes were always on the flowers. So, now, it felt like a knife to her heart to throw away the dying roses.

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White Lines Abusing

The shooting stars that shot over the clear night sky reflected in Britney’s eyes. Both sparkled with wonder of the unknown, beyond the time most people would want to give them. They were beloved and admired, but few studied them and fewer would ever be among them while alive.

White streaks across the sky, millions of worlds away. Britney sat on the roof of her apartment building, cold but dry without snow. She shivered in her jacket and watched her breath rise away from her into the air. The wind was starting to pick up and she would need to head back inside. As she stood still looking at the sky, she pulled a pair of butterflies’ wing from her pocket. With a strong gust of wind against her back, Britney let the glittering wings fly out of her palm and off into the sky. Soon they disappeared amongst the glittering, shimmering, shooting stars.

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Maze of Weeds

It was risky, undeniably so, but Britney knew it was for the best. She zipped between branches and leaves, eyes wide and scanning for the deity who she worshiped. Even if she never saw her, and engaged in little to no prayer, the cleaning of her alter would do more than make up for it all.

The structure was in the center of the forest, next to impossible to find or access by humans. It was a temple of small size, covered with cracks and mossy growths. Mushrooms bloomed all over and it almost vibrated with the living things that coated its walls. Britney made her actions quick, flittering up to the stature in the center of the building. It did not reflect the current state of its deity, rather it reflected the wolf like appearance she held when beasts in the forest were the most common fears.

Britney rushed around it, snipping at the overgrown weeds which coated the statue. The eyes looked out where worshipers would kneel, should they ever wish to engage in such a feat. The claws were unbound, the tail and ears no longer tipped with green and brown. When she had finished her task Britney turned on her heel and flew like the wind away, not wanting to be caught in the mouth of terror should she come back early.

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Stuck full of Needles

Britney’s fingers started to ache from the stitching, but she had dedicated herself to making each of her band mates costumes look just as she had envisioned. That meant, sadly, that she had committed herself to stitching on the whole of the skull on the back of Payton’s jacket, the feather accents on the cuffs of Ruth’s jeans, and making in whole the red, black, and fishnet skirt that Crona would wear. At the moment they were all completed though. Now she was close to giving up on her own, over though out outfit, and doubting herself. Did she really want this much effort put into her own stuff? She could have easily made this easier by getting someone else to do it.

As she thought, her hands kept moving. Stich after stich and idea after another. Before she had come to a new conclusion, another blue embroidered diamond practically shimmered at her. The silver stitching around the glove’s seams helped to accent the sapphire blue that shone at her eyes. The gloves matched, and the diamond matched the ones along the edge of her flat cap. They already bespeckled the collar of her blouse, so all that was left was the hem of her skirt and applying the temporary tattoos. With all of it together, the sceptical of it would be more than worth it.

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All these Monsters Are Real

Over the sound of rushing water Britney couldn’t hear her band mates returning to their hotel room. The four of them had hushed slightly, it was late after all and Britney said she felt ill, they assumed she would be down and out in bed. Ruth was leading the way and commented on her being in the shower as they entered. As they settled in and set drinks into the small fridge, Payton caught part of Britneys crying out, but she wasn’t sure if the sound even came from a person. They all heard the water turn off, and just as Penelope was going to knock on the door, they could all hear the clear vomiting from inside.

In a hush Payton said to Crona, “I though she said she was sick, not dying. How did she preform tonight if she felt this shitty?”

“I don’t know man.” Crona whispered back, “I’m going to move to the couch if she’s ready to pass out. Girl’s going to need her beauty sleep.” They all spoke quietly, not wanting to embarrass her with their comments.

As such, Britney made little effort to cover the wounds and blood which soaked down her back and legs when she exited. With her friends’ reactions of shock and fear, Britneys eyes went wide, and her heart started to race even faster, but her energy was gone. She began to collapse back to the ground immediately as Payton rushed over to catch her. Payton’s bare arms soaked with blood instantly while the others grabbed first aid things from the hall, towels, and cleared off a bed to lay her onto. Britney, despite all her efforts to hide herself was simply to tired from everything to resist any of their help. She did appreciate none of them asking questions at the time, recognizing that this was both not the time for answers, and that she was so out of it she couldn’t give any.

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Unholy and Unwhole

The whole band watched as Britney slowly drank from a water bottle. Ruth sat on the rooms desk, a kettle starting to heat up beside her. Penelope was shaken up and leaning against the wall beside the television, which had been turned off to leave the room pin drop silent. Payton stood next to her; hands wet with orange stained water. Crona sat behind her on the bed, tying back her hair gently and helping to dry her off.

The blood had stopped flowing, all four of them had helped apply pads and gauze to her wing’s evacuation points. As she drank down the cold water she felt ripples of pain work through her back, and she hoped that the new dose of pain-killer would be able to do something now that no new injury was to be added. She was wrapped up in a large towel, wet with clearing droplets from her hair and chest, starting to calm down her heat rate and breathing.

The kettle started to sing and Ruth got to making up her tea, while Crona started her line of questions. “Britney, how’s the braid? To tight?” Britney shook her head. “Good. Alright, now I totally get that you must feel like shit right now, to be blunt you looked like shit when you walked out, and you still don’t look so hot. But if you could calm some fears, and just give us what you can, we would all really appreciate it. If this is a tomorrow thing that, that’s cool too.”

Ruth brought over Britneys tea and handed it to her gently. “Don’t burn your mouth. How long did you feel ‘sick’ today? Did you go on stage like this?”

Britney took a small sip from the edge of the mug, and breathed out heavily before she began. “I didn’t feel this bad all day, but yeah, this was starting during the show. I should have known it would happen tonight, and technically I did, but I really didn’t have a way out of it. If I had though of this when we were in the scheduling phase it would have been better but, I mean we are here now, so we have gotta live in it.

“I’m obviously not quite the same as the lot of you. Payton cleaned up the wings in the shower so I assume the rest of you saw them, so I can put it like this. I’m basically a fairy, that’s the world humans use, it’s rooted in our real species name, Farin. Most of us can’t look like I do right now, they live their lives at about ten too fifteen centimeters tall. We all have wings, most of us are bioluminescent, which means we can glow naturally, and most of us have kind of messed up joints. They tend to bend a bit too much, but it doesn’t matter that much.

“The big thing is that we age kind of weird, really weird by your standards. You guys’ age by years, a constant. We age by molts, or how many times we have lost our wings and regrown them. And that lines up with lunar patterns, like full and waxing, along with other stuff that changes per induvial. Tonight was mine, and I have plenty to go, that was my 23rd. I should get about eighty molts before I die, so I’ll be around for a good while yet, but when this shitshow usually happens, Farin medicine can help with things. I couldn’t get any. So now we’re here.”

Britney stopped and drank from her tea as the group took all she said in, and Britney felt a sense of calm come over her as the weight of secrecy lifted slightly from her shoulders.