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Leah and Celeste💐💫
Celeste by @icyy-stxrlight 💕
#original character#artwork#fanart#anime#design#cartoon#south park#fanfic#leah kovacs#originalcharacter#celeste miller#trey parker#matt stone
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Malkavian and Tremere for Celeste?💖
@scribesofcalamity
Thank you so much for the asks!
Malkavian - Think of your OC as a mortal, pre-embrace. If someone showed them what's going to happen to them, from the night they were turned to now, would they let the embrace happen or would they try to avoid it?
Oh boy. If you were to show pre-embrace Celeste just exactly what was going to happen, she'd know not to pursue that fateful interview. Yeah, she'd do her damnedest to avoid it, but being an investigative journalist and with everything going on in Philly, it would have probably been a matter of how long she can delay her embrace (pretty sure she'd get ghouled at some point at least).
Tremere - What is something your OC wanted and got for themselves, no matter how selfish or high the cost was?
Her big-ticket item is getting out from under her Sire's thumb, but she's still working on that. The most immediate thing I can think of was how useless she felt whenever it came to violence and rather than meticulously pursuing thaumaturgy in hopes of maybe being able to do something, she walked to the friendly neighborhood demon therapist (it's a long story) and got herself into a pact (which conveniently also provided a solution to the problem of her blood bond-enabled blood). Her sire was NOT very happy when she found out.
#oc ask game#ask game#vtm ask game#vtm#vampire the masqeurade#Celeste Miller#Tremere#my little newshound is such a mess
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14) for Rebornica Mike and maybe Celeste too? 👀
14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!
For our interpretations of Mike.. Its Vincent, come on its obvious /lh the only time they ever get along is when they agree on something. WHICH IS RARE.
As for Celeste, i can't currently imagine someone she down right despises but I can say she's really skeptical of Cesar nowadays which is confusing for her because she always adored Cesar since they're Mason's best friend and she likes knowing her nephew's friends.
She can't ignore that Cesar acts so.. off some days that she sees them and Mason.
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I'm going to throw Celeste's hat in the ring! She's my House Carna Tremere who was an investigative journalist in life and (much to her Sire's frustration) was much more interested in continuing her journalistic career than learning thaumaturgy! She's also got a dark secret (which she wasn't aware of until 8 years after her Embrace when her Sire finally had to come clean) - she's a Tremere of a Telyavelic bloodline - a minor bloodline "native" to the Baltic states that the clan mostly forgot about, which is a problem since she's still capable of forming blood bonds. Good thing the local House Tremere doesn't know that! For references I have a picrew and drawings by my bestie @problemsynth from our chronicle.
Are you insane about your VTM OC? Do you want free art of your OC? Well look no further fellow children of Caine, because i’m about to hop on the train of making art raffles because I’m a college student that desperately needs her sparks of creativity in this dark, desolate world… of darkness (sorry no I won’t do that again please come back)
PRIZES !
1st winner: Fully rendered, half-body drawing of your oc (with a simple background because I can’t draw backgrounds to save anyone’s life)
2nd winner: Sketched, half body drawing + with color
3rd winner: Black and white/grayscale portrait of your oc
But Ms. Evren Kavalyera!! How do I submit my OC? You may ask well—
Reblog this post with references of your OC. I would really appreciate it if you linked a pinterest board too or a faceclaim because I don’t want to mess anything about them up!!
3 winners will be chosen by me and my two irls by spinning a wheel by the end of this. Have fun and thank you for reading mwah mwah <33
Submissions of OCs end on February 7, 2025!
P.S. if you have any questions, feel free to ask ! I don’t want anyone to feel like they’re doing anything wrong and also this is my first ever art raffle so um yeah !
#Celeste Miller#Tremere#Telyavelic Tremere#House Carna#so excited for this your style is exquisite!#vtm#vampire the masquerade
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🌱💛🍪 For all three!
Thank you so much for the asks! I'll admit, these actually gave me a bit of a pause! Definitely not an aspect of my blorbos I think of a lot.
🌱 - Share one of this oc’s early memories.
So I'm not entirely sure how early is "early", so excuse me playing it by ear a little bit.
For Olivia it was most likely learning to knit. She found a book about knitting in the (primary) school library and spent soooo much time reading and re-reading back at the orphanage. Closely related to getting her first needles. She still has those, despite everything.
For Celeste it was the sound of her uncle's camera. That noise practically engraved itself in her brain and she always ended up pestering her uncle for his work stories at family gatherings. He's the main reason she got into journalism.
Sylvia's the trickiest one, since she is by far my newest and least developed of the three. I want to say it was coming home with scraped knees from tripping on her way back home, but it feels like a bit of a cop out answer. >.>
💛 - Are they ‘good with children’, or more awkward?
Olivia's very caring, but she hasn't had much opportunity to actually spend a lot of children. In fact, she'd probably say she wouldn't make a good mother herself... but given the research she might be pursuing with her wife soon... well, let's just say that the Dark Mother holds many gifts.
Celeste is on a more awkward side when it comes to children. Being the youngest sibling, she fortunately dodged having to look after kids. Would rather do anything else than babysit.
Sylvia's likewise on a more awkward side, I'd say. Not for any particular lack of care, but between the aura of necromancy and being perpetually haunted, probably best she stays away from kids.
🍪 - What are their favorite scents?
For Olivia - freshly brewed coffee. Old habits die hard, and it's just one of those simple comfort things for her. Her wife still fights to get her to appreciate tea more.
For Celeste - it's less a single scent and more a mixture of them from her favorite food court. Redding Terminal Market is a bit of a special place for her.
For Sylvia - it's actually a fairly development. It's liliach incense her sire used when she was teaching her the basics of necromancy. It's a bit of a bittersweet association though, since her sire is currently missing and very likely in danger.
#Olivia Heller-Adams#olivia heller#Tzimisce#Celeste Miller#Tremere#Sylvia Nicolatsi#Lamia#Hecata#vtm#vampire the masquerade#oc tag#ask game#oc ask game
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#ellie's isolated women#steven universe#su rose quartz#su pink diamond#su pearl#celeste ng#little fires everywhere#lfe#lfe-is-life#mia warren#pearl warren#arthur miller#the crucible#classic lit#classic literature#dear evan hansen#deh#deh musical#alana beck
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Scott Hylands-Celeste Holm "Bittersweet love" 1976, de David Miller.
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teenage tommy miller playing drums in a literal garage band throughout junior year. all his bandmates are girls and sarah’s obsessed with them
#asha is on bass and she recruited him because she oveheard his drumming his pens on the table at lunch time#lizzie is on lead guitar shes asha’s gf and didnt like tommy at first because who needs a man?????#celeste sings and plays the keytar#shes sarahs lowkey fav because she always wears an oversized black leather jacket and has her hair in a fro like whitney on so emotional#idk its my birthday tomorrow so im indulging in joy and my mind forced this out#tommy miller#sarah miller#they called themselves the jones girls after grace jones#yes tommy helped them come up with the name
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🐈⬛ Witchy Wonder 🕸️
#Nova Miller#Mavee Fredricks#Celeste Iverson#ts4#sims 4#the sims#simblr#simblog#simstagram#blender render#sims 4 renders#rp#Sims and Oblivion
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Tagged by @mymanyfandomramblings! Major Steven Universe spoilers below the cut.
Tagging @provider-of-guardians, @stayinggoldforpony, @tobyflollops, @justablogger234, and @mhmm-thatsinteresting!
This is literally just my last blorbo poll without SU Pearl. (Sorry once again, Pearl!)
5 Favourite Characters Poll (Tag Game)
I was tag by: @star-mum
Rules: make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favourite.
Thanks you so much for the tag
Tags <3: @meeks-beas @practically-an-x-man @outer-space-face @trashworldblog @mydearlybeloathed
#arthur miller#the crucible#classic lit#classic literature#steven universe#su rose quartz#su pink diamond#celeste ng#little fires everywhere#lfe#lfe-is-life#mia warren#pearl warren#dear evan hansen#deh#deh musical#alana beck#ellie's isolated women
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#photos#nostalgia#mac miller#ssd#images#files#Celeste#Massachusetts#sketchbook#diary#drafts#handwriting
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NEUTRAL LEANING MASC NAMES︰ abner. abram. adam. adrian. alex. alistair. andreas. ariel. arlen. arley. arlo. ash. atlas. auden. august. austin. avery. bailey. baron. barrett. baylor. beauden. bee. bellamy. bennett. blair. blaise. bowen. brayden. brendan. bronson. bryce. byron. caius. caleb. callahan. callan. calloway. callum. camden. cameron. carlin. carson. casey. cassian. chandler. chase. cody. cole. connolly. corban. corwin. cyrus. dallas. damion. damon. daniel. darius. davis. dawson. daylon. denver. desmond. devin. doran. dorian. drew. elian. elias. ellery. ellison. emery. ethan. evan. ezra. fallen. farren. finley. ford. foster. gabriel. gannon. garner. gavin. gentry. graham. greer. griffin. guthrie. harley. harlow. hartley. hayden. henley. henry. heron. hollis. hunter. ian. irving. isaiah. jace. james. jameson. jared. jeremiah. joel. jonah. joran. jordan. jory. josiah. jovian. jude. julian. juno. justus. kalen. kamden. kay. kayden. keaton. kellan. keller. kelly. kendon. kieran. kit. kylan. landry. lane. lennon. leslie. levi. leyton. liam. linden. lowell. luca. madden. marley. marlow. marshall. martin. mason. mathias. mercer. merritt. micah. miles. miller. milo. morgan. morrie. morrison. nate. nevin. nick. nicky. nico. nicolas. noah. noel. nolan. oren. orion. owen. parker. percy. perrin. peyton. pierce. porter. preston. quincy. quinn. reece. reid. reign. rein. remi. remington. renley. riley. river. robin. rollins. ronan. rory. rowan. russell. ryan. rylan. sam. samuel. sawyer. saylor. seth. shiloh. soren. spencer. stellan. sterling. talon. taylor. thaddeus. thane. theo. toni. tracy. tristan. tyrus. valor. warner. wells. wesley. whitten. william. willis. wylie.
NEUTRAL LEANING FEM NAMES︰ abigaël. abilene. addison. adrian. ainsley. alexis. and. andrea. arden. aria. ashley. aspen. aubrey. autumn. avery. avian. ayla. bailey. beryl. blair. blaire. blake. briar. brooklyn. brooks. bryce. cameron. camille. casey. celeste. channing. charlie. chase. collins. cordelia. courtney. daisy. dakota. dana. darby. darcy. delaney. delilah. devin. dylan. eden. eisley. elia. ellerie. ellery. ellie. elliot. elliott. ellis. ellory. ember. emelin. emerson. emery. evelyn. ezra. fallon. finley. fiore. florence. floris. frances. greer. gwenaël. hadley. harley. harper. haven. hayden. heike. hollis. hunter. ivy. jade. jamie. jocelyn. jordan. jude. juno. kelly. kelsey. kendall. kennedy. koda. kyrie. lacey. lane. leighton. lennon. lennox. lesley. leslie. lilian. lindsay. loden. logan. lou. lyric. madison. mallory. marinell. marley. mckenzie. melody. mercede. meredith. mio. misha. monroe. montana. morgan. nico. nova. oakley. olympia. owen. page. palmer. parker. pat. paulie. perri. petyon. peyton. phoenix. piper. priscilla. quinn. raven. ray. reagan. reece. reese. remi. remy. riley. rio. river. robin. rory. rosario. rowan. ryan. rylie. sacha. sage. sam. sammy. santana. sasha. sawyer. saylor. severin. shannon. shelby. shiloh. skye. skylar. sloane. sol. soleil. sterling. stevie. sutton. swan. swann. sydney. tatum. taylo. taylor. tracey. valentine. vanya. vivendel. vivian. vivien. wren. wynn. yael.
#pupsmail︰names#name pack#name suggestions#name ideas#name list#fem names#feminine names#masc names#masculine names#neutral names#gender neutral names
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ೀ ﹒﹒ favorite names compilation !
ur fav musings girly again here with the first of my christmas goodies . my favorite thing to do is these name compilations so i decided to create another masterlist of my absolute favorite ones ( some old , mostly new ) anyways all i ask is that if u found this useful , u like or reblog to show ur support . i hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season ♡
- a : abella, ardella, ares, aire, arden, ayla, arie, alder, august, aymes, atlas, alina, alora, aryn.
- b : beau, babette, belle, blake, briar, bronte, banks, boston, bishop.
- c : cassiel, clara, celeste, camden, chandler, collins, clay, cartier, chanel, cosima.
- d : dove, dream, danica, delaney, drue, denver, dacey, delcy, darcy, dahlia.
- e : elodie, emory, emrys, elio, elowynne, emerson, evie, edie, estoria, esme, effy, evans.
- f : flora, faye, fallon, ford, forbes, finnick.
- g : gaia, geles, greer, gensen.
- h : hera, hudson, hampton, heath, harlowe.
- i : isla, inara, ilia.
- j : juniper, josefine, jane, jovie, joey.
- k : kiersten, kairo, kaia, kian, kouvr, keanu.
- l : lysander, lanie, lorena, lawson, lux, ludo, lourdes.
- m : marla, marigold, maren, maeve, marlowe, miller, monet.
- n : neah, north, nola, nell, noel, nariah, niamh, nami.
- o : ozzy, orion.
- p : presley, posy, pearl, porter, pacey, paxon.
- r : reed, ruelle, raya, romey, ryker, rhode, reign, rafe, rohan, raiden, remi, rion, rhiannon, reece, river, raine, rumer, reem, rhys.
- s : selah, soraya, sarifya, savion, sloane, sol, soren, scout, saint, striker, serafina, sabina, sutter.
- t : teal, twila, tristan, tobie, tripp, teague, tate.
- v : vienna, vega, vera, vincenzo.
- w : wren, winter, winona, winnie, wilder, weston.
- x : xaverie, xylah, xiomara, xander.
- y : yves, yara.
- z : zephyr.
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Born Too Late - Chapter 10
pairing/au: neighbor!joel x reader // no outbreak
Warnings: MDNI!! slight dubcon, hate sex (unprotected, dont be silly, wrap ur willy), rough, degrading, no aftercare, mean!joel, possessive!joel, crying after sex, overstim, drunk dom joel, alcohol consumption, cheater cheater pumpkin eater joel, please let me know if i forgot something.
Summary: Thanksgiving at the Millers was supposed to be an easy-going afternoon. Shit goes South very quickly once Joels girlfriend opens her mouth. After the tenseness of the evening, Joel decides its time to set things straight. (3.4k+)
a/n: im so scared. this is the craziest and longest shit i have ever written but i LOVE it. i hope you all love it as much as i do. <3 i welcome any and all feedback, it keeps me writing :3 xoxox
Chapter 9 - Chapter 11 - Masterlist
You walk up to the door and debate on just walking it. You decide against it considering the circumstances. You knock lightly and after a few seconds, Tommy opens the door. “Hey pretty girl.” He says. You notice his eye, swollen and bruised. You give him a “what the fuck happened?” look and open your mouth to actually ask, but he shakes his head no before the words come out. You nod in understanding and head to the kitchen. Sarah is on the couch watching TV, and Joel is out back with the smoker. You set the casserole dish on the island and say hi to Sarah. She waves but is very invested in the latest episode of Hannah Montana. You walk over to the fridge and grab a beer, popping the cap over the sink. You look out the window and your eyes meet Joels. His facial expression and eyes say so much, but nothing at all. You miss looking into them. You smile and wave but he looks back down. You turn around, chuckling. “This afternoon is gonna be fucking great.” you say to yourself, shaking your head and taking a large gulp of your drink. Tommy comes into the kitchen and you stare at his eye. Wondering if that happened once he got home yesterday. Wondering if that happened because of you. “Tommy?” you say quietly. “Hm?” he looks up at you. “What happened?” you say, rubbing his face gently. “Nothing you need to be concerned about sweetheart. I promise Im alright.” he says, smiling. You hear the patio door slide open and quickly remove your hand from Tommys face, you fear what would happen to him if Joel saw. “Don't stop on account of me.” he grunts, staring through you.
“Foods done. Sarah, set the table. Theres five of us.” “Five?” you say, louder than you mean to. “Did I stutter? Five. You, Tommy, Sarah, Me, and Celeste.” You stomach churns. “Excuse me.” You whisper, tears falling from your eyes. You run to the bathroom, anticipating the churning in your stomach to turn into actual vomit. This time, no one chases you. You hear Sarah setting the table, Tommy helping her, and Joel answering the door. Then you hear her. Celeste. “Hi sweetie! Im Celeste. You must be Sarah. Im a friend of your dads.” she says. You wanted so badly for her voice to be anything but what it was. Its smooth like honey, and her accent is the same as Joel and Tommys. Southern with a touch of twang. You grab a tissue to dab your makeup. Trying to fix the smudging from your obvious crying. Once you feel that you’re as put together as you can be, you exit. Today, Celestes hair is long and straight. Shes wearing a cream cashmere sweater, black leather leggings, and oxblood colored flats. You plaster a smile on your face and walk toward her, you open your mouth to speak but she beats you to it. “Hi, Im Celeste. You must be Tommys new girlfriend.” she spits, her eyes cutting daggers at you. You look at Sarah, who thank god isnt paying attention. “Well, n-” and Tommy interrupts you “Yes! This is her!”. If looks could kill, Joel would have Tommy dead six ways to Sunday. She rolls her eyes, walking away without saying anything else. “Fuckin’ nice one, Joel. Shes a fuckin keeper.” you mutter in his direction.
Tommy grabs your hand and leads you to your chair, pulling it out for you. Him and Joel lay the food across the table in various spots. Sarah says the blessing and you begin passing the dishes around. Celeste laughs at just about everything Joel says, and its kind of annoying because half the shit he’s saying isn't even funny. Tommy can see your face growing with annoyance and disgust. His hand grabs your thigh under the table, a thumb going back and forth.
The rest of dinner goes about as well as it can. Tommys hand occasionally brushing your thigh. You squeeze his a couple times to keep yourself from flipping the goddamn dinner table. Sarah gets up to get her pajamas on, and suitcase packed for the long weekend at her moms. You stand up and begin collecting plates while the boys talk. Celeste holds hers over her shoulder, still laughing at every little thing Joel says. You roll your eyes in Tommys direction and he stifles a laugh.
Eventually, Sarahs mom arrives and you walk out with everyone to say goodbye. Funny, you notice Celeste doesn't join you all; remembering her scuffle with Sarahs mom. Sarah gives you a big hug around the neck, and whispers in your ear “I don’t like that woman. Don't let my dad keep her here.” She says, her eyes bigger than the sun. You hug her back, telling her to have fun at her moms. Tommy and Joel both give her a kiss on the head and tuck her into the car. You all wave goodbye and head toward the house. You lead, Tommys hand guiding you on your lower back, Joel in the very back, breathing so heavy that if you didn’t know better, you’d think something was wrong. But you know it’s Tommy. He’s pushing him to his breaking point, and his breaking point is you. Once back inside, you pour yourself a glass of wine. You’ve lost count on what number this is. You know you had 3 beers but the wine went down like water during dinner and desert.
The hours pass and you've played a couple card games, trying not to focus on the way Celeste grabs Joels biceps. The way she allows her head to fall on him when she laughs. You finish your umpteenth glass of wine and excuse yourself. You walk down the hall until you find the spare room. You shut the door and turn the light on, sitting on the bed. Trying not to freak out. You cant read Joel. He used to be so easy to read, his facial expressions like an open book. The creases around his eyes told you how his day was, his eyes told you what he wanted, his lips saying what he needed. But for weeks they’ve given you nothing. The door opening snaps you out of your trance. “If you wanted me again, you could’ve just invited me over.” Tommy says laughing, shutting the door behind him. “Tommy, shut up.” You say, hitting him on the arm. “Hey hey, I already got my ass whooped once in the last 2 days, Id rather it not happen again.” He sits beside you, the bed creaking with every movement. “Tommy,” you start “I thought you said she wasn’t coming.” he sighs. “She wasn’t s’posed to. Joel told me weeks ago that he was breakin’ things off. I guess he never did. I didn’t know. Maria and I broke up and I hadn’t seen her here so I just assumed he’d done it.” You look him in the eyes. “Im sorry about you and Maria. It hadn’t even crossed my mind yesterday.” you look at the ground, your feet swinging from the bed. “Nothin’ you coulda done. She broke it off for some schmuck she met on business in Dallas. Not sure why Celeste is makin’ me out to be the bad guy.” he retorts. You both laugh for a second. Unsure of where to go from here. You don’t want to go back out there, but you don’t want to be alone. The thought of asking Tommy to go home with you pops into your head but after yesterday, thats probably the worst idea you’ve ever had. As if he can read your mind, he stands, reaching for your hand. “M’lady” he says, kissing the back of your hand. You laugh, opening the door “Shut the hell up Tommy”.
You both walk back down the hall to find Celeste and Joel watching a movie. Shes kissing his neck, and he looks every bit of uninterested. When you kissed his neck, he returned the favor 10 fold. He couldn’t keep his hands off you. You head to the kitchen and her head perks up at the sound of the fridge opening. “It’s about time you came back out” she starts “and what a rude thing to do in someone elses home.” she says, looking you up and down. Now, usually, you’d just let it roll off your back. But after the last 3 weeks, after today, you dont have the patience. “Im not sure what you’re insinuating, but Tommy and I are just friends. We were just talking. Nothing more.” You say, popping the top off another beer. Joel stifles a laugh. “Something you’d like to add, Joel?” you say, waiting for a grunt since thats the only language he seems to speak around you these days. “Nah, nothin to say to you.” he hisses. You laugh. It’s truly comical how hes acting. He gave Tommy a shiner for assumingly fucking you, but she speaks to you like that and he seems to forget how to be a halfway decent human.
The air in the house is thick with tension, you’re suffocating. You decide this is your last beer, and then you’re going home. You have one foot out the patio door before you hear the words “But what do you expect from someone that sluts around like that?” You see red. You’ve had way too much to drink, but just enough to speak up for yourself. You don’t give either man a chance to say anything, not that you were banking on Joel doing it regardless. Spinning around and shutting her up in her tracks. “I’m not sure who the FUCK you think you are, but you are not going to speak to me, or about me like that.” you scream. She laughs in your face. “Baby I’m just telling it how it is. You can’t honestly expect anything else when you’re homie hopping two brothers” she says laughing. Tommy and Joel both look absolutely mortified. Joel’s mouth opens but you stop him. “Don’t. You obviously haven’t come to my defense the last few weeks, hell you cant even bother to fucking look at me, so I dont want to hear anything from you.” You turn back to Celeste, your entire body shaking, tears on the brink of starting a tsunami from your eyes. “What the fuck are you even talking about?” you take another step toward her. She stands from the couch. “I’m talking about how you can’t decide which Miller brother you’d rather have in your bed. I mean it’s obvious.” she pauses, and then laughs “Is it like split custody? Like do you have Tommy one week, and Joel the next? I mean, obviously not anymore, but how did you think that was going to play out? Did you even-” you drop you beer bottle onto Joel's floor, it shatters upon impact. The floor now littered with cheap ale and glass shards. “Thanks for dinner Joel, but fuck you. And fuck your piece of work girlfriend too.” you hiss, kicking glass out of your way and walking out the door.
You stumble in your front door, slamming it behind you. You cry, harder than you’ve ever cried before. It’s hard to catch your breath. You feel like your heart has been ripped from your chest, and then stomped on. You call Penny but it goes right to voicemail. Unsure of what to do next, you do nothing. You sit in the dark, and let your sadness swallow you whole. Your tears soak the couch cushion but you’re too sad, and too drunk to care.
You have no idea what time it is, but wake up to a consistent banging on your front door, along with your phone ringing. You stand up and your head is screaming, pleading for you to lay back down. You pick up your phone first. It’s Joel. “Hello?” “Open your fuckin door.” he says, hanging up right after. You stumble to the door, opening it. He pushes past you, slamming it behind him. He reeks of alcohol. “I don’t know what the hell you thought was going on at dinner, but that shit ends NOW.” You turn the lamp on, rubbing your eyes. “Joel, its late. Why are you here? And what the actual fuck are you-” and his lips are crashing into yours. You push him away from you. “I don’t know what you think this is, but you have a fucking girlfriend. A very hot, girlfriend. A girlfriend that you let speak so rudely to me earlier. A girlfriend that-” and his finger is in front of your mouth, shushing you. “My turn. Understand?” you laugh. “Joel, this isn’t a fucking game. You aren’t allowed to speak to me like that, and honestly, you aren’t allowed to speak to me for the foreseeable future.” His eyes are dark, but not in the warm doe-eyed way. They’re like a bottomless well. They’re full of anger, or sadness, or maybe both. You genuinely cant tell, but it doesn't stop you. “I don’t know what gets you off, but inviting me to Thanksgiving, knowing your fucking girlfriend is going to be there? I mean, honestly. And then to tell her I fucked both you and Tommy? Which never happened might I add. You really need to consider- “I know what I saw, what I heard.” you scoff at him. “What did you see Joel? Please enlighten me.” He takes a step toward you. “I saw my brother fixin’ his goddamn belt in your living room. I saw your bra on the floor. I saw that same disheveled look on your face that you had in my bed.” You sigh, not sure if from exhaustion, frustration, or both. His words are slurring, and you’re becoming increasingly worried. “You want to know what you saw, Joel? You saw me in an emotional and vulnerable place. You saw me after your brother fingered me. No parts entered any others with the exception of his goddamn fingers. You saw me coping with your actions.” your voice cracking. “So out of all people, you go to my fuckin’ brother?” You look at him, your eyes burning, your tear ducts working goddamn overtime. “Your brother came to me. He came to check on me, after you decided to treat me like I was invisible. For weeks, you wouldn’t even look at me. And the one time you did, it was to ask for shampoo for your fucking date.” He looks at you, his face finally showing an emotion other than nothing. You pick up your phone. “Joel, get out. Please.” you finally say. “I don't have the energy to deal with this anymore. To deal with you anymore.” He tilts his head, laughing.
He slings you over his shoulder, stomping into your room. He kicks his boots off and throws you on the bed. You scurry to turn the light on, unsure of whats coming. The light is on and you turn to look at him. But he isn’t there. He is, but isn’t. His eyes don’t look like him, they aren’t soft and warm like honey in mid-summer. They’re black, his pupils blown so big you question if he’s on something. His body is reeking of desperation, but his actions are scaring you. “Up.” he says, his voice bellowing through your room. You flip your phone open, trying to find Tommy’s name, because Joel is obviously drunk, and you don’t have the patience for him, or drunk him. He grabs your phone from you and drops it off the bed. “I said up.” he says in your ear, nipping your neck in the process. And your body does something funny. You get the butterflies, the good ones; and theres a wet spot in your underwear. You whimper. “There’s my good girl.” he grunts, his eyes still black. You open your mouth to speak, but he covers it with his hand. “No more talkin’”. The next 15 minutes happen so quickly, but so slowly. He rips your shirt off of you, the fabric tearing down the middle. Your pants fly off, underwear going with them. He flips you on your stomach, “All fours, now.” he says. You quickly roll over and arch your back, spreading your legs far enough apart so that he can see your frothing pussy. You quickly realize that no matter how much you hate him right now, you’re also aching for him. You hear his belt come undone, and his pants hit the floor. He slaps your ass, hard. You squeal in both pleasure and pain. “That’s for fuckin’ my brother.” He slaps it again. “And that’s for fuckin’ avoidin’ me the last 3 weeks.” You stifle another squeal, preparing for a 3rd slap. He reaches under you, his thumb circling your clit and his fingers hitting all the right spots inside you. You moan, and it doesn’t take long for your body to twitch. You’re on the verge of coming undone, and he can tell. His pace picks up. “P-p-please Joel. N-n-need you.” you stutter. He laughs, yanking his hand away. Leaving you feeling so fucking empty. You turn your head to him and scream in agony. “Didn’t I say no fuckin talkin?” he says, spit hitting your nose. “For once, this ain't about you. Now turn around, and do what I say.” he says, angrily.
You can feel tears welling in your eyes, confident they’re from how overstimulated you are. He’s leaving bite marks down your back, naming each reason. “This ones for fuckin my brother” and he bites hard for that one. “I told you, I didn’t fuck Tommy. He fucked me.” you say, immediately realizing your mistake. Another slap to the ass echos through the room. “I said stop fuckin’ talkin’.” His breathing is heavy and rugged. The bites end and theres a second of relief. Of no pain or pleasure, of just pure bliss. You bask in the moment. Trying to come down from the adrenaline rush you’ve been on for the last 12 hours. The silence is ruined by his cock stabbing its way through every inch of you. You scream in agony as he splits you in 2 with no warning. His pace quickening and your release on the horizon. “Did my brother fuck you this good?” his pace quickening “Did he make you scream like this?” he says, not letting up. You’re quick to remember what happened last time you spoke, and choose to ignore the question. You can hear the sound of his balls slapping you, the sound of your juices combining. You moan, gutturally. And he fucking pulls out, completely out. You turn to look at him and he grabs your face “Answer the goddamn question.” he spits. You’re mortified. “No.” you say quietly. He drops your face and throws himself back into you. “Speak up.” he grunts. “N-No J-J-Joel!” You scream. You’re drowning in the ecstasy of the moment, your head barely above water. He lets out a chuckle, saying nothing else. His pace quickens again and your body tenses up. You reach to pleasure yourself, your fingers landing in exactly the right places. “I done told you, this ain't about you.” he says, swatting your hand away. You cry out in agony, begging for your own release. “Please Joel, please let me-” and before you can finish your sentence, he’s flipped you around and his cock is filling your throat. “Im tired of listenin’ to that mouth.” His hands wrapped in your hair, pushing your head down his full length. His pace picks up and you gag. “That mouth is only good enough for my fuckin’ cock.” he moans. Tears are falling from your face, gags escaping your throat. You feel him twitch, and then a warmth in your throat. His pace slows, and he moans.
He pulls out and you wail, tears still falling from your eyes. “Don’t fuckin forget who you belong to.” He turns around and begins putting his pants on, the sound of his belt buckle echoing through your ears. “J-Joel?” you say, with no response. He pulls his shirt over his head and grabs his boots off the floor. “Joel, where are you going?” you say, sitting up, coving yourself with the comforter. He’s halfway down the hall before he turns around, his eyes back to the soft honey brown. “Joel, please.” you squeak out. But he keeps going, and you hear your front door close. You do the only thing that you seem to know how to these days, and cry.
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I've finished writing a short story about pre-embrace Celeste and Patricia and holy shit I'm still riding the high of finishing a piece of writing.
I want to try and write another one.
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Inappropriate Audition Songs: a dump
Hi, I’m auditioning for literally any Arthur Miller protagonist ever and I’ll be singing “Miserable Man” by David Kushner.
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Hi, I’m auditioning for Lydia Lee and I’ll be singing “Drown” by Tyler Joseph.
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Hi, I’m auditioning for Dr. Stockmann and I’ll be singing “Water Fountain” by Alec Benjamin.
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Hi, I’m auditioning for Schrodinger’s cat and I’ll be singing a medley of songs by half•alive.
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Hi, I’m auditioning for Mary Warren and I’ll be singing “Your Obedient Servant” from Hamilton.
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Hi, I’m auditioning for Peter Pan and I’ll be singing “Shadow of Mine” by Alec Benjamin.
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Hi, I’m auditioning for Montresor and I’ll be singing “bury a friend” by Billie Eilish.
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Hi, I’m auditioning for Abigail Williams and I’ll be singing “If I Killed Someone for You” by Alec Benjamin.
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Hi, I’m auditioning for Kelly Manning and I’ll be singing “Fast Car” by Tracy Chapman.
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Hi, I’m auditioning for Evan Hansen and I’ll be singing “Honest Man” by Ben Platt.
#inappropriate audition songs#arthur miller#the crucible#death of a salesman#all my sons#henrik ibsen#amy herzog#an enemy of the people#etp#celeste ng#everything i never told you#lydia lee#peter pan#the mad ones#tmo musical#kelly manning#dear evan hansen
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