#I literally just fucking searched up Matilda the musical to see if I’m the only one that fucking sobbed my way through that movie

[strmgrl-blog]

my name’s saturn & this is my meme shop ! aaaaah no, really though bonjour angels ! for a lil introduction for myself let me just get this out of the way GIFJDKL uhhh i love aoa, day6 & sm artists ( like .. all of them Help ). a traumatized bitch who loves suffering so i project onto my muses to Cope ! GIAUDFJKL god gdfroijmkl sorry ummm i love star wars & video games ? catch me throwing an ow comp match & feeding in fortnite ! i love the moon, she’s the only thing that keeps me alive. i don’t have a mitochondria, i have lunar force. i have one (1) indoor cat who i birthed & LITERALLY 4 STRAY CATS who appeared from the mist. i run a ratchet vet service from my front porch & it’s free, i should be named human of the year honestly, truly. more on this mess of a muse, hyeon, who ( btw ) is literally my everything ? i’ve had her for quite a long time & lost motivation to write her so i’m changing some shit up to see how it goes & this is the product ! i hope you all enjoy reading this EXTREMELY long intro ( bc it will be very long im so sorry ) & befriend both myself as well as hyeon. & if you’re feelin’ a little extra, like this to plot ! i have a few ideas in mind but they’re all worth brainstorming over bc they’re SHIT. anyway, i love u all so much already ? genuinely a kind community i’m nut & WITHOUT FURTHER ADIEU, here’s hyeon ~  ♥（ﾉ´∀`）

warning ! trigger warnings ahead possibly including ꞉ child prostitution, drug abuse, child abuse, mental abuse, sexual assault, depression, suicidal thoughts + other mental illness, murder, & probably a fuckton more. read with caution, please.

⌠ BACKGROUND ⌡

so starting with her parents, where all stories begin, let’s just preface by saying these were awful people. they ran in similar circles during school, a very bad one at that, & fell in love after sharing a joint. in their high daze they saw what their mind was conjuring but not the truth about one another. but for them, it had been enough. thus, their story began. it was a very rocky road but they managed to stay together regardless. the bond they had created blossomed as they partook in illegal activities such as petty theft, vandalism, & it slowly evolved into larger problems. 

after hyeon’s mother, named jung eunbi, stole from her parents for the last time she was kicked out into the street with her boyfriend ( who had also been kicked out ) with no place to go. both dropped out of high school as it wasn’t their “””scene””” & took to the dirty streets of busan trying to turn tricks. they’d do anything they could to get some money to feed their addictions. in the midst of their scrambling for what they deemed as important, they never thought to buy protection. so one fateful night after a good steal, they made love on a dingy couch high as a kite & eunbi got pregnant.

she hid the pregnancy for as long as she could from her boyfriend, he only noticed when there was a rather apparent bump under her baggy clothing. with the weight of the realization they might have to force themselves to become a real family, the couple got hitched & attempted to find real jobs. in some miracle, they managed to find a house to live in & eventually “raise” their child in. 

hyeon was born on the 8th of june, on a dark morning with clouds hanging ove the sky & rain starting to pour. she was premature as her mother did drugs during the pregnancy ( which was really no shocker ) & almost was pronounced a still born before they heard the tiny being crying & gasping for air. her parents had assumed that once she was born, they’d feel that parental love that everyone claimed to have but it never came. they stayed in the hospital a total of two days & hardly let their newborn get the help she needed before they hauled ass out of there. 

the first 3 years of hyeon’s life were better than expected, her parents at least tried to take care of her but once she was able to do everything on her own they left her be to pursue their own happiness. honestly think of matilda but a lot more severe ok

she would often get locked in a closet while there were parties held & her parents were too strung out to remember their child. she could spend days in there before she was released. this was only the beginning.

at 8 years old, her father lost his job ( her mother stayed at home ) due to a random drug test & he of course failed. this triggered her parents to panic as they no longer could supply themselves with their so desired highs. so after a night of scheming, they came up with a plan so sinister not even the devil himself would agree.

random men & women began to arrive to their dingy home as hyeon would be ushered into quiet rooms with them where they would pay to do whatever they pleased with the young girl. this went on for 2 years before hyeon was pulled into the principals office at school with questions about where those bruises on her came from. her mom was picked up for possession & this prompted the police to raid their home to find many illegal substances throughout the place as well as evidence of abuse towards the child.

soon after her parents were placed in prison, hyeon was shipped off to seoul to the biggest orphanage in the country. there she stayed for 4 more years. the time there was quiet, nobody asked her about where she came from & she never spoke about it. in truth, she never knew how to as she was a blank mind essentially. 

luckily when she was 15, after a long & strenuous search, hyeon’s grandparents found her & adopted her into their home in daegu. they were absolutely appalled at this shell of a girl, but could only blame her trauma on their own children. it was here that hyeon was loved for the first time in her life ( & possibly the only time ) & taught how to feel something besids fear. she was still horribly inept at processing emotions or showing them.

two years spent with them & one night as hyeon & her grandfather were sat at the family piano, playing & singing a song as her grandmother recorded them in secret. that same video was sent to an entertainment company without hyeon’s knowledge but was thoroughly surprised & equally as excited when she was recruited. only a measly year in training with her 2 group members before they debuted & they were suddenly the biggest gg in sk.

the group debuted under the name of PTL, hyeon’s stagename was now Tink as she accompanied her members in the ride of a lifetime. they were extremely popular with their girl crush yet enticing vocals with miss tink as the main vocalist & maknae. even so successful as to have a world tour ! the group had their differences, hyeon being the medium for them as the other girls were rather opposing forces. often she was put in the middle of their arguing only to run away when conflict came up. during this time she would write & compose her own songs, bringing a heavy soul feeling to the group with her powerhouse vocals.

with all this being said ( which was a LOT ), there is still more. a year after debut while the group was climbing in popularity, hyeon began receiving texts from an unknown number. she soon found out that the people behind the mask were her parents, somehow having managed to be released from prison & found their new mission in life was to harass their daughter. on an october night, after an argument went down within the dorms between hyeon’s two members, the youngest set out by herself to meet those who hurt her for dinner. 

as expected, it went horribly. at this point in her life, she was extremely impressionable, & witnessed how her eonnie handled things which was with a liquor bottle in hand. so, like an idiot, she went to a club by herself to get fucked up. while sitting at the bar, a random man drugged her drink & took hyeon home with him. the night was a blur but when the young woman woke up she felt familiar bruises & a blanket of rage took over. the man was still passed out next to her.

so as she slipped out of his bed & found the nearest blunt object, hyeon managed to bash his skull in. she blacked out after that only to come to with clean hands & far away from the corpse. this was the reactant to lead her to go blind in rage & come to with blood on her hands. soon enough, she took a liking to the feeling & became two people within one while somehow managing to remain anonymous as a killer ran rampant.

earlier this year, after too much shit going on within the group, ptl disbanded & all went their own ways. which hyeon appreciated. the people she had once called her sisters had become like strangers & only cared about themselves, didn’t have the time to look after their maknae. 

to say that her already pre - existing depression & anxiety sky rocketed would be an understatement. she left music for a while, deciding to stream on twitch & youtube as a gamer. it made her happy for a short time but has been planning on returning to music with hints of a solo debut soon that has fans excited.

edit: i forgot to put this in here originally IGJFDKL but she moved to jeju after her group disbanded for a new start. plus, her address somehow got leaked so she uprooted all her shit & left for the secluded island.

⌠ OTHER TIDBITS ⌡

stands at 5′7″, 168 pounds ( considered plus size tbh. one day i’ll put picture references LMAO ), with curly, thick hair & freckles from hell. 

can speak english, japanese, chinese, & italian. has a slight british accent from who she learned english from was from the UK.

has a rottweiler puppy named chewie, a hedgehog named leia, & two cats named opal & hazel. 

voice claim is a mixture of lee haeri, kim taeyeon, park sunyoung, & ailee.

her favorite color is blue, loves the rain, & will 100% be caught standing in the middle of a storm.

is a practicing wiccan ! very much so considers herself a witch.

her favorite drink is strawberry milk, & will eat anything that has strawberries !

[artificialqueens]

Church of the Poison Mind (Trixya) - Dahlia

This is going to be multiple chapters of just me crying, being emo, and typing entirely in italics. Thank you so much from the bottom of my smol bean cinnamon roll heart to all of the ANGELS who inspired me and kept me going, it literally would not have been possible without Lale, Matilda, and BromeoandJooliet!!!  Feel free to drop by my side-blog DahliasForKatya and say hello! Thank you!!! More parts coming soon

Our eyes meet across the room. One glance is all it takes for her to ignite a fire in me. Before I know it, her hips are behind mine, and we’re moving to the music across time. My mystery girl beckons me across the floor. I’m hungry, and I’m desperate for a bite. I can’t remember what happens next, but suddenly we’re stumbling through my apartment. She knocks over a side table, her fingers through my hair. She’s kissing me, hard and deep. I haven’t gotten her number but her body is calling me. We crash into my room, onto my bed, and she’s pulling off my dress. She’s a crimson sultress, dripping like hot candle wax between my fingers. I can’t think, can’t speak, I’m trembling beneath her touch, her hot breath in my ear. Her eyes are as beautiful as they are violent, and they squeeze shut when my hands snag in her hair. I feel her all around me and she feels like the sun on my skin. Every inch of me is alight, she’s everywhere, coursing through my veins; this isn’t me, this isn’t me, but I can’t stop her hands as they explore the goosebumps rising on my neck. Without words, she is singing to my knees, they bend like book pages, saving her place. Her scarlet lips are all over me, trailing bruises down my chest, bright red and purple galaxies, reminders for the morning. It’s dark, but I swear a halo illuminates around her; she takes me to a holy place. Moonlight streaks in through my blinds and I can see veins beneath the surface of her arms, twisted and violet, they mimic the lines of aspen trees. If I could, I would go like a bird there, and perch myself in her wonder. She teases me now, her tongue everywhere but nowhere, all at once; I’m shaking as her branches throw me to the ground. Her fingers push inside of me, and I’m writhing against her. She’s rough with me, but holy fuck I deserve it. She smiles something devilish and sweet, and her mouth comes crashing down on mine, our lips are braiding unspoken poems as our tongues entwine. I’m seeing stars. I’m on top of her now, and her nails sink in, kindling a fire down my back. Scorching bits of impassioned heaven are swirling around us while I worship her body; I’m in awe of this perfect stranger, this godly woman. Omnipotent. Everything is rough and quick while the flames are roaring around us, everything spinning, faster and faster. I’m almost at my breaking point, and so is she. She sinks her teeth into my shoulder, moans escape into the expanse, fourth of July fireworks frenzy behind my eyelids. Our bodies go slack, her fingers, once mapping routes across my thighs, fall against the bed. Bliss. She soothes the stinging on my back, trailing soft kisses over swelling peaks, her panting wet and hot. We fall asleep a tangled mess of sweaty elation, and her perfume fills my dreams.

The sun wakes me in the morning, it seems as though I’ve forgotten my alarm. I feel a chill run through me. My fingers search the sheets for her fire, but she’s gone. Nothing but smoking embers lie in her place. The sun in rising, but I feel in the dark.

—

Trixie’s mother used to make blueberry pancakes every sunday morning, but always mixed way too many blueberries into the batter. They stuck to the roof of Trixie’s mouth with a pungent punch of unripe sour, their gooey insides sickly and hot. Trixie, now long out of her mother’s house, could taste them, acrid and tart, stuck between sparse bits of undercooked pancake and sticky maple syrup. Her mother was good at many things–Trixie could hear her now, the way she’d sing to her as a child, the both of them perched behind the hum of a sewing machine; Trixie’s chest swelled with the sweet memory of her mother’s voice, like a beacon echoing through the length of her arms, throbbing in her fingertips. She could feel the buzzing prick of the needle, hear the gentle daze of Dolly Parton or Suzy Q–but she was a god awful cook. Trixie, timid as she was, is, didn’t have the heart to tell her. Every Sunday morning it was blueberry pancakes, strawberry when the warm summer months permit it. Despite how awful they’d been, Trixie’s heart now ached at the smell of blueberries; and a certain, painful nostalgia sometimes struck her in the produce section of the grocery store. A bit older now and a bit more weathered, she’d do anything for one more taste. On those ceaseless nights, staring up at unfamiliar ceilings, she’d long for the soft lull of her mother’s lullabies; love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing…

—

The scent carried her down the stairs as the imagined sound of her mother’s laughter rang in her ears. She felt sick. Shaking the memories, Trixie braced around the corner of the cupboard, clumsily nicking the side of her stomach on its pointed edge. The jolt sent a few pots and pans somersaulting across the tiled floor, and Trixie clamored forward, crashing into the kitchen. A stifled hiss caught on her lips while she brought herself back to her feet, desperately, she let a few cool fingers calm the buzzing at her side. And although she’d hoped no one would be around to bare witness, sizzling sounds of breakfast rose from the kitchen, and a familiar scent troubled her nose.

Trixie looked up nervously from under long lashes, locks of messy blonde hair falling down her back as she lifted her head. Her blue eyes quickly locked on the gaze of her roommate’s, and a gentle, goofy smile tugged at the corners of the other girl’s lips. Trixie was mortified. Pearl, ready to laugh it off, instead retreated. Pearl thought then of Trixie’s fears, all of her bottled up anxieties; Pearl knew that sometimes life for Trixie was like a balancing act without a safety net, and even the tiniest feather could send her hurdling to the ground. Pearl took this into consideration and softened her face, she decided not to comment. Neither on Trixie’s fall, nor the half naked girl she’d seen stumbling down the stairs moments ago.

“I’m making pancakes!” she chimed instead, returning to her pans. A sudden aroma smacked Trixie right in the face, blueberries. Trixie shook the pain from her browline, and perched herself atop one of the barstools behind the center island; she thought maybe she’d heard the faint padding of Violet slinking down the stairs, but it was still a bit too early for that.

It wasn’t a very big kitchen, not quite large enough for a breakfast nook or otherwise small table, so they’d settled for a few recycled stools around the center countertop. The stove sit adjacent a few smaller countertops, their surfaces now cluttered with mixing bowls and empty containers. The fridge rose only a few feet from the ground, but somehow proved large enough to sustain the three of them as it sat tucked in a corner on the far side of the room. Pearl was the only real foodie of the group, so the kitchen never really received much attention anyway; save for Violet’s late morning coffee and cigarettes, and those sparse moments Kim would swing by and poke around in the fridge.

Trixie felt on the fidgety side this morning, and pressed a shaky index finger into the ashtray on the counter. She watched as the ash danced into the air, a staleness wafting from its plight. Beams of refracted sunlight shone in through the sheer curtains, and dust glittered in the paths of bright morning against the lavender walls. Trixie hummed while she toyed. Pearl looked up from her work and shot her a glare, to which Trixie promptly removed her fingers from the ashtray.

Trixie sometimes couldn’t control her hands, she often found herself idly touching things she shouldn’t. The other girls frequently chided her, quite like a parent may an insolent child, but she couldn’t help herself. It wasn’t quite curiosity, and most of the time she didn’t pay it much mind, but those who knew her chalked it up to nervous hands. She was still thinking about crashing into the kitchen when Pearl spoke again, “you’re up early!”

Trixie whipped her head around at the sound of the bathroom door opening, and winced as Violet came sauntering out, a blanket still cocooning her thin shoulders. Shit, that must’ve been her on the stairs before, Trixie thought. She hoped desperately no one had heard her last night, washing vanishing symphonies over her mystery girl.

“I might still be sleeping if some people,” she glared at Trixie, “weren’t so damn loud, I could swear someone was throwing bowling balls down the stairs.” Violet closed her eyes and slumped down in the stool next to Trixie, coming to rest her upper body on the island.

Violet wasn’t quite as sensitive as the other girls, well, she was, just in a different way. Sensitive to her own needs, rather than the needs of others. She wasn’t selfish, in fact, one of the most selfless people Trixie had ever known; just not as cautious, a bit more abrasive. Trixie’s spine tensed at the thought of waking Violet, and she sighed, attempting an apology. The words threaded out of her shakily, like something caught in the embark of a geyser’s spout.

“Sorry…I–”

Pearl interjected, “Trixie, don’t apologize to little miss fla-zay-da over here, maybe if she hadn’t gotten home so late last night, she’d be alive like the rest of us ” She sent a soft glance to Trixie, and gave a comforting smile as if to say, don’t worry, she doesn’t mean anything by it, it’s just Violet.

Violet snatched a pack of cigarettes from the counter and rifled through the small box, finding one and putting it to her lips to light. The spark wheel of Violet’s lighter snagged, and Trixie watched as Violet knocked it against the counter.

“I’m not the only one who had a little too much fun last night…” Violet added, sinister. Her eyes met Trixie’s, and she smirked into her words, “I’m so glad I dragged you to that bar and you finally got laid, it sounded like you two-”

“Violet, enough! Leave her alone.”

Violet softened her face in apology. “You okay, Trix?” she mumbled, the cigarette bouncing between her lips, “you look like you saw a ghost or something.” Finally, a spark, and two billowing puffs of tobacco crept from Violet’s nostrils.

Trixie’s cheeks lit up bright red, and a tiny nausea tugged in her abdomen. Feigning indifference so the other girls couldn’t sense her unease, she fiddled listlessly with the cuff of her sleeve.

Trixie, though fragile in nature, could be stronger than she appeared. When she needed to, she could be cutting, and bold, acrimony could careen from her tongue in the heat of the moment. If necessary, words could leave her like battery acid, seeping their poison into sentences better left unsaid. Trixie lived like that for a long time, building walls brick by brick, until she was cornered; and even the gentlest of dogs could bite when backed into a corner. If she’d learned anything from home, it was that barking got you nowhere. She wasn’t that girl anymore, she couldn’t be. Instead of toughening her up, those long gone days had left her frail, and defenseless. She needed to please, needed to fade into the background; even the faint scratch of discontent, disapproval, disappointment, could send her into a panic. Those long gone days haunted her still, plucking a scorching reverie on her fried nerves. And sometimes she could still feel the fevered claw of acid dragging up her throat.

On any given day, she may have laughed and calmly braced the embarrassment, but she was already nervous, already reeling. First day of classes, rent due tomorrow, and 13 missed calls on her phone. That beautiful girl was gone, only bruises marked her place, she’d probably never see her again. She shuddered and pushed away the thoughts; those sleepless nights were catching up with her.

“What? Oh I’m fine,” she lied, biting the inside of her cheek, “just nervous for today. First day jitters, I guess.” Pearl caught the falter in Trixie’s voice, but felt it better left unpressed.

“You’ll do great,” a familiar voice said from behind them. Kim entered the sunny kitchen, pulling the screen door closed behind her. She looked Trixie up and down and grimaced at the sight of her pink nightgown, “Except for the fact that we have to leave in like five minutes and you’re not even dressed!” Kim smiled passed Pearl and Violet, and shooed Trixie up the stairs.

—

Trixie had always imagined the inside of her body like a network of strings, pulled taut in all directions across her ribcage. They pulled ceaselessly at the fragile perch of her veins; and though they tugged which each rise and fall of her chest, they were the staples and glue that held her together. Lacing their knotted poise in intricate webs, they kept her grounded, tied to Earth’s gravity like a ribbon holds a balloon. And as they approached the university, she could feel them pulling tighter and tighter, threatening her lungs. She felt as though at any moment, all of the strings inside of her could break, and then what would she be left with? The skin of her hands felt raw as she peered down at them. What if she wasn’t cut out for this? What if the other girls were too far ahead of her already? What if she couldn’t keep up? Her phone buzzed in her pocket for the fourteenth time this morning. Not today, you can have anyday you want, just not today. She wished she had started school earlier, last fall with Kim and Bendela; Trixie couldn’t shake the feeling that she was too far out of the loop to keep up. Maybe all of the things her mother said about her were true.

A sudden chill streamed in through the car window, and she buried both hands into the fabric of her babydoll dress for warmth, sorry she didn’t wear that cardigan Kim had suggested. In the driver’s seat, Kim pulled aimfully into student parking, and quieted the roar of the engine. She turned to face Trixie, her eye catching the fall of bright orange leaves cascading down the window behind her. Trixie groaned, her head in her hands, “Do I have to go?”

Kim pursed her lips, taking Trixie’s hands in her own and giving them a quick shake, “You’ve wanted this a long time, you worked hard for it, you got in. Now go in.” She smiled. “Listen, about today…” Kim added, a slight lisp on her tongue, “I know I said I’d be able to show you around, but I just… I really have to finish these projects before my 11:00 o’clock…” Trixie froze, nervous but understanding. Kim continued, “before you say anything! I know you don’t know her that well but Jinkx said she can totally show you around and she is in your first class, she’s really awesome just give her a ch–”

“I’ll be fine!” Trixie breathed, weary, “Really! It’s fine, do what you have to do, I totally get it.” Trixie smiled reassuringly, unlocked her door, and began climbing out of the Jeep. She scanned the campus, her eyes coming to rest on Jinkx’s red hair, pulled up into a messy knot on the top of her head. Jinkx smiled as she approached the car, and Trixie was relieved she’d have at least someone to show her around.Trixie hadn’t known Jinkx particularly long, but she was sure they’d met at least twice, though she couldn’t recall where. She seemed nice enough, and if she was a friend of Kim’s, she couldn’t be that bad.

“So,” Jinkx beamed, a crooked smile creeping across her lips, “I hear I’m running this dog and pony show today! Don’t worry,” She paused to chuckle, “You’re in good hands.” She spoke with a gentle affectation, and although her words landed with an old timey curve, she was void completely of any pretension. She had a certain air of old hollywood about her, and held herself in a quirky gait, teeming with outward confidence. Speaking to her felt like coming home, like all those Shirley Temple movies Trixie had watched as a child; Trixie took comfort in this. Jinkx clasped her hands together, and her gold nail polish glinted in the sun.

A slight breeze blew past them, settling into Trixie’s skin; quietly, as though a secret, goosebumps rose on the surface of her arms, and she smiled with all of the spirit she could muster. Kim gave Trixie’s forearm a reassuring squeeze, hugged them both goodbye, and started for the art studio.

Gravel crunched beneath their boots as they began down the walkway, freshly fallen leaves sticking to the soles of their shoes. The air was a bit brisk, but the sun shone bright in the sky, and Trixie shaded her eyes to get a better view of the first building.

Red brick and cement rose grandly from the soft green grass and towered over them, the building a bit intimidating in its climb. The campus was covered in a menagerie of flowery bushes, mostly hydrangea and rhododendron, their branches undulating in the breeze, mimicking the balding trees above them. Early Autumn had already begun its decline on the foliage, and the grounds wept with the forgotten fall of browning petals and vibrant red leaves. As they entered an unfinished area of ground, Trixie was mindful of the swollen tree roots snaking through the grass, careful not to trip and repeat the morning’s events.

“How long have you and Kim known each other?” she inquired meekly, shaking debris from her shoes before beginning up the marble stairs. Trixie saddled her messenger bag over an opposite shoulder, and sped up slightly to catch the door before it swung shut behind someone else. She braced it’s weight, heavier than she expected, and held the door for Jinkx.

“A couple of years now I’d say, it’s no big thing, really. Kim’s delightful isn’t she?” Trixie kept in time with Jinkx as they rounded an enormous hall; grand wooden doors against ivory walls revolved as students brushed in and out. “Great thing about this school is it’s extracurriculars, you were at last year’s student fashion show right? I think I remember seeing you there. Kim and I met through one of those, before we were even students here.”

Trixie hadn’t realized Jinkx and Kim had gone so far back, and she tried desperately to hide a hot wave of jealousy as Jinkx continued.

“Could I take a tiny peak at your schedule? Perhaps I can shed some light on some of your professors, I’ll warn you, there are quite a few characters!” Trixie, already clutching the paper in her left fist, handed it to Jinkx, and the two of them scanned the page.

“Your classes look pretty light for today, which is good… Okay let’s see… Ooh! Acting and Stage Presence, we have that together! Be a bit careful around this one dear, she’s got a heart of gold, but definitely not the kind of person you’d want to rub the wrong way!” Jinkx chuckled fondly, as if recalling a distant memory.

Trixie swallowed a lump in her throat as she watched Jinkx’s finger cross the page, “Same with this class, I had it first year, too. The professor’s a real tough broad but her class can be a hoot if you play your cards right! Just keep your head down and sti-” Jinkx halted mid sentence, her eyes darting across the paper.

“Oh my…”

“What, what is it?” Trixie tensed, following Jinkx’s eyes to class three.

2:30 p.m.                                          Class 3

Chemistry I  

Building A                                       Room 204

“Oh darling,” Jinkx exhaled, an unanticipated mischief rising in her brows, “They really set you up for a whirlwind this year, didn’t they…” Jinkx trailed off, trying not to laugh.

“What do you mean?” A stifling anxiety bubbled up in Trixie’s chest, the strings pulled and tugged, tighter, tighter. Trixie masked her alarm, inhaled, and took the paper from Jinkx’s hands, returning a nervous smile of meager rations.

“Well, don’t look so frightened!” Jinkx backpedaled, “I never meant to scare you, really. It’s just funny, I didn’t think she’d be back so soon is all. Hell, I didn’t think she’d be back at all!”

Trixie was more scared now if anything; back from where?

“Don’t worry! Really, I mean listen… that class is crazy, absolutely bonkers but it’s arguably one of the best at this school! Quite brilliant, actually!” Trixie’s eyes widened as Jinkx continued on with hushed excitement, “Well, it’s a tiny thing, really, rumor has it, the professor was having an affair with a female student…” Jinkx looked over both shoulders cautiously, “I won’t say who that student is but gosh, it was all anyone could talk about! Anyway, after she had to leave, none of us thought she’d be back… but I guess, the show isn’t over until the fat lady sings!”

Trixie wanted to go home. She needed a hot shower.

Jinkx peered down at her wristwatch, and her thin brows raised in exasperation, “Well crap, would you look at the time, we can’t have you late on your first day! Look at me, the town gossip! That’s New York for ya honey, eat your heart out.”

*