#|| you got stardust for me? ( franziska ) ||

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but what abt blonde joan?????? also fuck franziska

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kyou aka franziska aka (insert maiden russian name here) aka joan’s chaperone aka a fucking creepy ass.... individual

PS this is a beta design ok

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"Rumor has it your roommate was thinking of leaving town. I don't care for rumors and I'm not sure how true it is but, I just wanted to check on you. Is everything alright?" ( from Adelheid, even tho im trash and I owe you replies. Totally feel free to decide if its true/false, I just wanted to make her talk about Franziska because their relationship is interesting to me! )

   —Rumors – have Joan react to them! || @archivieren || accepting

“…WHAT?” the words struck her as sudden and most of all, shocking. Is it true? Joan’s well aware Franziska’s all but a reliable individual—but to do shit like this, to pull this bullfuckery right when she’s basically being her permanent client? That’s batshit insane. While she does appreciate Adelheid’s concern, the ravenette’s face cannot help but to contort into an evident, outraged frown, lips curling down violently, just as her brows knit with the same fashion. “Franziska—? Leaving town?” that’s so fucking stupid. So damn idiotic. ( and yet, she doesn’t feel like mustering up the guts to actually confront her about the veracity of this. yet, she feels like as if this could actually, remotely be true. this could aswell happen, considering the little care franziska holds for her. she’s nothing more than yet another client, after all. )

“I… I don’t think it’s true?” she does often speak about going back to her home country, but - right now? RIGHT NOW? Her thoughts are all running along insults, swears, blasphemies, all because of a stupid paranoia burdening her stomach and her chest, her mind running miles and her anxiety striking her breath like only few times it did. Is she having a panic attack? Because it surely feels like so. Then again, she’s also trying to keep composure - and she’s not sure if she’s holding it together as she wishes. “T-there’s… no way. We’re… tight-tied, there’s no way she’d do that? It’s impossible.” how will she deal with the abstinence? What about her lifestyle? Does she have to live in the streets again, does she have to be wary and avoid everyone until she gets to live with an host that won’t take advantage of her? Will she have to go through that again? She doesn’t want to. She doesn’t need to. One time has been enough.

“If… that fuckass even tries it…” mixed with her panic, there’s an angry tremble in her words, her crossed arms tensing and her nails digging into her flesh in order to not lash out on anything else but herself. ( she doesn’t want to scare adelheid, after all. she did nothing but inform her. she isn’t at fault. ) “I-I’ll cave her damn face i-in.” it’s a NULL threat—but it shows how much she doesn’t like the idea of that rumor being true. It’s not possible. Such a stupid concept. Why? I’ve been loyal, for fuck’s sake. What the fuck is going on?

A gulp. A deep gulp, followed by a deep breath of air.Okay. Calm down, you got this.Before speaking again, Joan repeats this process a few times, a weak attempt at calming herself down; and it works, even if a little. Enough for her to manage a few more phrases—that hopefully don’t sound wheezy and teary. “Any. Ways–anyways. I m-mean.” ( what about the coke, the heroin— ) UGH, SHUT UP. “I’ll… I’ll confront her about it… I’ll t-try? But thank you for telling me, Adelheid. I mean… I mean it…”

This could be just another reason to hate that asshole even more than she already does. As if snuff films and forced obedience isn’t already too much.

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in the meanwhile, i drew two pricks

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‘and so, like, he asked me, ‘but why are you dressed in white?’ and i replied ‘well, duh, to have the possibility to get dirtier, dummy!’ and then you should’ve seen his face as i showed him the scalpel!’

joan:

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whatcha thinking about snuff girl