#bri & juno .

[karlie-xox]

[wh1plash]

for : juno choi @tun3rs

location : nariza auto.

"  hey  superstar,  "  she  teases,  smile  widening  on  her  face  when  she  spots  juno  making  her  way  inside  of  the  shop.  her  hands  are  covered  in  grease  with  a  wrench  in  tow,  courtesy  of  already  being  back  and  hard  at  work.  sure,  they'd  won  this  race,  which  she  was  no  doubt  elated  about,  but  bri  wanted  to  make  sure  they  stayed  on  top  of  their  game.  innovating,  modding,  she  suspected  those  prowlers  would  be  putting  in  overtime  to  recover,  and  bri  decided  she'd  be  doing  exactly  the  same.  granted,  she  found  herself  a  bit  slower  this  morning,  trying  to  nurse  her  hangover  with  copious  amounts  of  water  that's  only  effect  thus  far  had  been  frequent  bathroom  breaks.  "  didn't  expect  to  see  you  around  here  today.  everyone's  taking  the  day  off,  it  was  practically  a  ghost  town  in  here  until  a  couple  of  hours  ago.  "

[m11rx]

some more information on the @sturniololuv8 situation.

i have recently talked to someone that was friends with her, and juno/bri also talked to her about cannibal!chris and she was trying to make her help writing sadistic matt when this person is a MINOR!!

she also told bri about one of her dreams, about how she kissed an old girl friend of hers, bri twisted her words and made it sexual, and when she said she just wanted to talk to that girl again she said "yeah you just want sex" to a highschooler!

this behaviour is absolutely digusting.

stay safe everyone! my dms are open!

tags: @chrisissobabygirl @oldermenwh0re

@sturns-mermaid @immaqulate @strnilolover @chrissweetheart

[ansteeze]

I'm a little too late and i'm a small blog but seeing everything that's going on i felt the need to speak just like many of us.

TW for this post

cause there's gonna be triggering things. Also English is not my first language so i'm sorry if this is hard to read.

First post that saw yesterday was from Kay @endereies and i felt so sorry for what had happened. But when i woke up today and saw that this affected many others it made my blood boil.

I'm 22y.o. and i've been in therapy for 3 years now. When i was in the age 15-18, in my teen years, unfortunately i had experienced harassment not once. It was from people who was older than me, 18-22 years, and from people who was my age. At the time i didn't find it disturbing. I had many bad friend groups, we were drinking and partying so it all seemed like jokes. I didn't realize the impact it had on me until i was in therapy for 2 whole years. I used to tell my friends "stories" about how many guys tried to fuck me and i used to find it funny, cause joking about it probably was my coping mechanism.

So with that being said. I'm so proud of everyone who unfortunately experienced such traumatic interactions but decided to speak about ongoing situation. When you are a MINOR you couldn't possibly know when or if some people have bad intentions. Cause from my experience when i was underage i didn't understand that. So anyone who spread hate or blaming the literal WICTIMS of that situation can go fuck themselves.

About this Bri or Juno or whatever she is. I'm glad that I've never interacted with her and i feel so bad for everyone who unfortunately have. When i saw information about her age and personal life i was in pure shock to say at least. As a 22y.o. I have many nieces and nephews who are in their early teens rn. So i literally can't bare with thoughts that someone who way older than me could interact with minors that way and don't even see a problem with that. All these excuses that she wrote is completely out of hand. If that's how she responded, either she completely loco or just stupid. And i genuinely don't even know what is worse.

I'm so sorry for everyone who has experienced interactions with this particular person and for everyone who experienced any other form of harassment abuse sa or anything else in their lives. And i'm so proud of everyone who spoke about this. And i feel so much appreciation for everyone who hasn't been affected by this personally but brought up this issue cause this is the things we should talk about for many reasons: to inform people, to prevent such things from happening, to make a safe space for people to speak out loud and to even educate people who don't know what could be wrong.

Thank you for reading

Sending love to everyone 🫶🏻

[pupsmailbox]

SPACE︰ALIEN ID PACK

NAMES︰ adam. adrian. aldebaran. algol. altair. andromeda. apollo. aquila. archer. arcturus. aries. aster. asterion. astra. astraeus. astro. astronomie. atlas. auriga. aurora. borealis. buzz. carina. castor. celeste. celestia. celestian. celestine. charon. cielo. comet. corvus. cosmania. cosmo. cosmos. cygnus. cyra. darby. dione. draco. echo. eclipse. elio. ello. equinox. eric. estelle. esther. gal. galaxeye. galaxie. galaxy. galileo. gamma. hale. halley. hercules. hesperus. horizon. hubble. hyperion. ian. ion. juliet. juno. jupiter. kepler. kuiper. laxy. leo. light. lumen. lumis. luna. lyra. mars. mercury. meteor. milay. mira. miranda. moon. moony. nebula. neptune. nereid. nova. nyx. oberon. orbit. orion. perseus. phoebe. phoenix. planette. pleiades. pluto. polaris. pollux. pyxis. quark. rigel. rocket. rocky. ruban. rupert. saturn. scorpius. selene. singularity. sirius. sky. skyler. sol. solar. solarin. solaris. solis. solstice. spacena. spica. star. stark. starlet. starling. stella. stellan. stellar. stelle. sun. sunny. theo. umbriel. univera. vega. venus. voidear. warp. zenith. zephyr. zorya.

PRONOUNS︰ alien/alien. as/astrum. astro/aster. astro/astronomical. astronaut/astronaut. bri/bright. cel/celestial. co/comet. comet/comet. constellation/constellation. cos/cosmic. cosmi/cosmic. cosmos/cosmo. cro/crown. gal/galaxy. galax/galaxy. galaxy/galaxy. glo/glow. gravity/gravity. hx/hxm. hy/hym. h☆/h☆m. infinite/infinite. leo/leonid. li/light. lune/lunar. mo/moon. moon/moon. neu/neutron. par/parsec. pla/planet. plan/planet. planet/planet. pri/prince. pul/pulsar. pul/pulse. qua/quasar. quark/quark. ray/ray. ri/ring. ro/rock. ro/royal. rocket/rocket. satellite/satellite. shi/shine. shine/shine. ship/ship. shx/hxr. shy/hyr. sh☆/h☆r. spa/space. space/space. spae/space. spi/spin. sta/star. star/star. stardust/stardust. ste/stellar. stell/stellar. stelle/stellar. su/sun. sun/sun. tele/telescope. thr/throne. thxy/thxm. thy/thym. th☆y/th☆m. tu/turn. universe/universe. vast/vast. vis/vision. voi/void. void/void. ☀. ☄. ☄️. ✨. ⭐. ⭐️. 🌀. 🌌. 🌍. 🌙. 🌟. 🌠. 🎇. 👑. 👽. 👾. 💎. 💫. 🔭. 🚀. 🛰. 🛰️. 🛸. 🪐.

[sofia-is-a-sturniolo-triplet-fan]

Speaking Up and Speaking Out

I'm sure everyone on Tumblr has seen at least the gist of what's going on around here lately. What I'll say is this: if you are grown, then you should've been known. Know what you've done. Take accountability for it. Own up to it. You were in the wrong, majorly. Apologizes need to be placed. Publicly. No one wants to be alone near you anymore. I feel for your daughter. She has to grow up with a parent who is sick and twisted in the head.

I felt as though I should make this post to come clean and to put my take out there. What bri/juno was inexcusable. It was awful. What they said, what they wrote, what they've done, all of it – completely inexcusable. They made many people uncomfortable, hurt, and actually sick.

None of what they did was funny, cute, or relatable. Fan fiction(s) about three triplet brothers – who argue, fight, and scream at each other one minute, then hug up on each other – shouldn't ever be morally questionable. As a GROWN person, bri/juno should KNOW that.

Please, if you read this bri/juno do better. If not for the people you've harmed, if not for yourself, for your daughter. Your child deserves a parent that wouldn't flirt with people who are MINORS or freshly 18 !

Basically, do better. Be better. Grow up! You're reaching 30. That's twice the age of someone whose dm's you tried sliding into. Yeah, we ALL saw it. You're disgusting.

This was definitely redundant; my words and the fact that so many people already talked on this. I initially wasn't going to make a post seeing as I don't usually publicly give my input on dramatics, but this is a serious matter that needs to be addressed and called out upon.

If you have read this far, thank you. Again, bri/juno if you see this, SEEK HELP PLEASE !

(no mentions or tags. i don't wish for my tags to be littered with such filth of a person)

[nicezaiteva1985]

MHS in Shakira's style (reboot)

Æon the Meat Hammer

Ampoo the Electric Plug

Anto the Mermaid Fishnet

Borocca the Umbrella

Bri the Gift Box

Chaps the Candy

Dabble the Rattle

Docky The Skeleton

Enton the Chimney

Fonton the Fountain Pen

Friedi the Banjo

Furanzo the File Folder

Genie the Dictionary

Hikky the Double Sided Pencil

Inky the Ink Bottle

Juno the Plant Pot

Kabo the Pumpkin

Kami the Ghost

Karen the Windchime

Liddy the Piano

Magnero the Magnet

Noisy the Microphone

Nonny the Humidifier

Œther the Camera

Onpoo the Musical Note

Oozee the USB-C Flash Drive

Piranin the Piranha

Quicky the Clock

Ringring the Dreamcatcher

Rosso the Fire Hydrant

Shiro the Jack-In-The-Box

Spimon the Speaker Monkey

Tubee the Paint Tube

Usop the Spray Can

Vincent the Jellybean Jar

Watt the Lightbulb

Mr. X the Paper Bag

Yumyum the Banana

Zobie the Zombie

Zuzu the Cotton Candy

[bah-protocol]

Can we get a mlp subsys :3 like one that mainly includes rarity

Sorry for the wait! Hopefully now our schedule should be less hectic, and let us get back in the swing of things!

New Hires; MLP subsystem (With many Rarity)

>Name/s: Rarity, Opal, Yvette, Dahlia, Helena, Shimmer, Lydia

>Nickname/s: N/A

>Age: 20

>Gender/s: Pearlgender, Tiaragender, Royallexic, Crystalgirl

>Pronouns: Shi/Hir - Vi/Vir - Xae/Xer - Gem/Gems - Gli/Glim/Glimmer - Lae/Lace - Sew/Sews - ✨/✨s - 💎/💎s - 💖/💖s

>Sexuality: Lesbian

>Species: Unicorn

>Source: Rarity - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

>Role/s: Hygienist, Hobbyist, Emotional guardian

>Descriptors: Sophisticated, Selfless, Dramatic, Ambitious

>Emoji/s: 💎,💍,✨,🪡,👗

>Name/s: Nightmare, Onyx, Estella, Cynthia, Esme, Hauntrelle

>Nickname/s: Stella, Cyn, Hauntra

>Age: Ancient being

>Gender/s: Cosmosgender, Moonentity

>Pronouns: Vae/Vaer - It/Its - Dus/Dusk - Night/Nights - Voi/Void - Ink/Inks - Star/Stars - 🌙/🌙s

>Sexuality: Aromantic, Bisexual

>Species: Unicorn

>Source: Nightmare Rarity - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic IDW

>Role/s: Isolator, Accuser, Confidence holder, Nightmare holder

>Descriptors: Vain, Decisive, Quick tempered, Unscrupulous

>Emoji/s: 🌒, 🌀, 🌙,🛰️,🖤

>Name/s: Citrine, Huntress, Jasper, Chroma, Helvetica

>Nickname/s: Hunt, Jas, Helva

>Age: 24

>Gender/s: Fervailey, Demiag☆nder, Boygirl

>Pronouns: He/Him - They/Them - E/Em/Eir - De/Dem/Der - Crown/Crowns - Shard/Shards - 🪞/🪞s

>Sexuality: Panromantic, Greysexual

>Species: Changeling

>Source: Raripunk - My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

>Role/s: Buffer, Chaperone, Protector, Caretector

>Descriptors: Charismatic, Brash, Precautionary, Down to earth

>Emoji/s: 🌪️,🌂,🪞,🎸,🛡️

>Name/s: Twilight, Amber, Dawnelle, Lumi, Juno, Amethyst

>Nickname/s: Twyla, Dawn, Amie

>Age: 17

>Gender/s: Astramensionic, Fictigender, Prettygirllexic, Starboy

>Pronouns: She/Her - They/Them - Ze/Zeir - Glow/Glows - Sun/Suns - Bri/Bright - Shi/Shine - Dae/Daze - ☀️/☀️s - 🌟/🌟s - 🎇/🎇s

>Sexuality: Asexual, Lesbian

>Species: Human

>Source: Twilight Sparkle - My Little Pony: Equestria Girls

>Role/s: Communicator, Dream gatekeeper, Academic

>Descriptors: Nerdy, Noble, Serious, Studious, Straightforward

>Emoji/s: 🌅,💜,🌤️,🔮,📝

>Name/s: Tanzanite, Prism, Pippa, Lucina, Spec

>Nickname/s: Tanzie, Luci

>Age: 15

>Gender/s: Staryeal, Fleurcute, Magicattic, Idolgender

>Pronouns: Che/Cher - Xi/Hir - Pink/Pinks - Shi/Shim/Shimmer - Spark/Sparkle - Pep/Peps - Twinkle/Twinkles - Silly/Sillys - 🌈/🌈s

>Sexuality: Omnisexual, Trixic

>Species: Unicorn

>Source: Rarity - My Little Pony G3

>Role/s: Battery, Socializor, Prankster, potential Spoon generator

>Descriptors: Cheerful, Energetic, Playful, Mischievous

>Emoji/s: 🌈,🦄,🛍️,🌟,🎡

Here you are! We went back and forth a lot on if this should be just nothing but different Rarity... but we wanted to throw in a friend too. So hopefully Twilight will fit in!

[mhsnetflixblog]

Midnight Horror School (Netflix Jr.) Character Voices

English

Ampoo - Christina Kelly

Anto - April Winchell

Æon - Kelly Sheridan

Bri - Laura Post

Borocca - Rebecca Soler

Chaps - Candi Milo

Dabble - Sarah Taylor

Docky - John Tartaglia

Enton - Tom Kenny

Fonton - Richard Steven Horvitz

Friedi - Fryda Wolff

Furanzo - Maria Petrano

Genie - Simon Hill

Hikky - Madeleine Martin

Inky - Leslie Carrara-Rudolph

Juno - Tabitha S. Germain

Kabo - Hope Marie Segoine

Kami - Cree Summer

Karen - Kira Gelineau

Liddy - Andrea Libman

Magnero - Andrew Sabiston

Noisy - Grey DeLisle

Nonny - Michelle Marie

Onpoo - Abigail Gordon

Œther - Dee Bradley Baker

Oozee - Lizzie Freeman

Piranin - Scott Menville

Quicky - Corinne Orr

Ringring - Michael Kovach

Rosso - Kelsey Painter

Shiro - Tara Strong

Spimon - Annick Obonsawin

Tubee - Pamela Adlon

Usop - Lance Henriksen

Vincent - Vincent Martella

Watt - Jo Wyatt

Mr. X - Jeremy Shada

Yumyum - Katt Williams

Zobie - Donovan Patton

Zuzu - Carla Delaney

Mr. Salaman - Ian McDougall

Mr. Tigerl - KJ Schrock

Ms. Peginand - Julie Sype

Ms. Unirex - Leah Ostry

Mr. Komoika - Shannon Lynch

Lure - Cory Doran

Johnny Crow - Patrick Warburton

Vending Machines - Patrick Seitz, Laura Bailey

Mr. Showtime - Christian Bale

Mr. Book Deposit Machine - Don Brown

Old Owl Sage - Jason Jones

Owl Sage Apprentice - Mariette Sluyter

Principal Kocho - James Hong

Eddy - Meesha Contreras

Vice-Principal Esme & Osma - Samantha Bee & Helen King

Casey - Vegas J Jenkins

Ra - Teala Dunn

Wendell - Brett Bauer

Winifred - Carol Ann Day

Monty Carlo - Joey Mazzarino

Bashful - Roger Rhodes

Pumu - Scott McNeil

Quasar - Lenore Zann

Edgar - Meesha Contreras

Smooch - Patton Oswalt

Kwazii - Veronique Barnard

Dr. Ongo - Park Shin Yong

Bello the Bus Driver - Dave Pettit

Coco the Jinn - Travis Willingham

Motherboard - Kimberly Brooks

Siobhan - Estela Echevarria

Izzy - Winter Murdock

AJ - Bommie Catherine Han

Eli - Sarah Bock

Fiona - Dahlia Lynn

Fred - Nitzan Sitzer

KC - Hope Marie Segoine

Mona - Meghan Strange

Roy - Finn Phoenix

Rudy - Yantzi Michael David (credited as Mike Yantzi)

Tee - Bommie Catherine Han

Zane - Sharon Youngmee Kwon

Japanese

Ampoo - Chiyako Shibahara

Anto - Ai Maeda

Æon - Ai Kayano

Bri - Kumiko Yokote

Borocca - Junji Majima

Chaps - Hisayo Mochizuki

Dabble - Ken Morita

Docky - Takeshi Kusao

Enton - Tarusuke Shingaki

Fonton - Kenji Nojima

Friedi - Azusa Enoki

Furanzo - Miyuki Sawashiro

Genie - Ryuuzou Ishino

Hikky - Hiromi Ohtsuda

Inky - Tomoe Hanba

Juno - Ayumi Kida

Kabo - Etsuko Kozakura

Kami - Nakamura Maiden

Karen - Kaori Yamamoto

Liddy - Etsuko Kozakura

Magnero - Setsuji Satoh

Noisy - Tomoe Hanba

Nonny - Yutaka Nakano

Onpoo - Sakiko Tamagawa

Œther - Kenjiro Tsuda

Oozee - Ayano Yamamoto

Piranin - Eriko Nakayama

Quicky - Takeshi Kusao

Ringring - Yuna Taira

Rosso - Eriko Nakayama

Shiro - Isla Summerhaze

Spimon - Etsuko Kozakura

Tubee - Chiyako Shibahara

Usop - Kosuke Okano

Vincent - Kosuke Okano

Watt - Sakiko Tamagawa

Mr. X - Ayumi Kida

Yumyum - Ryusei Nakao

Zobie - Yusuke Numata

Zuzu - Etsuko Kozakura

Mr. Salaman - Sukekiyo Kameyama

Mr. Tigerl - Kenji Nomura

Ms. Peginand - Hiroko Oohashi

Ms. Unirex - Hiroko Oohashi

Mr. Komoika - Kenji Nomura

Lure - Yuichi Nagashima

Johnny Crow - Kosuke Okano

Vending Machines - Cho, Sukekiyo Kameyama

Mr. Showtime - Kenji Nomura

Mr. Book Deposit Machine - Kenji Nomura

Old Owl Sage - Hiroshi Iwasaki

Owl Sage Apprentice - Yuko Sanpei

Kocho-sensei - Tomomichi Nishimura

Eddy - Kenji Nomura

Esme-sensei & Osma-sensei - Cho & Hisayo Mochizuki

Casey - Kenji Nomura

Bello the Bus Driver - Chafurin

Ongo-isha - Mayumi Tanaka

Coco the Jinn - Kenji Nomura

Ra - Chiyako Shibahara

Wendell - Kosuke Okano

Winifred - Hiromi Ohtsuda

Bashful - Setsuji Satoh

Monty Carlo - Tomoaki Maeno

Motherboard - Atsuko Tanaka

Pumu - Ayumu Murasa

Quasar - Misato Fukuen

Edgar - Kenji Nomura

Smooch - Tomoaki Maeno

Kwazii - Reina Ueda

Siobhan - Nanako Ishizuka

Izzy - Yuna Saito

AJ - Karen Miyama

Eli - Chinami Yoshioka

Fiona - Maika Pu

Fred - Botchiboromaru

KC - NOA

Mona - Ai Kayano

Roy - Isla Summerhaze

Rudy - Yu Fukaya

Tee - Kaori Yamamoto

Zane - Yuna Taira

[demidevildiva]

Juno 📱 Bri

Juno: Hi

[hyunsvngs]

alright this is going to sound weird but I’m a linguist and every once in a while when I read fics I can just tell things about an author based on their word choice and I had a freak out moment when reading jisung’s story in the frat boy series because you used the word “pop” instead of “soda” so are you (also!) from the midwest united states haha

WE ARE NOT! WE ARE BRI ISH :D

♡ juno

[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈 Euphoria 1/10 (Greentia) - Juno

Summary: Singing hopeful Veronica Green meets her idol, the retired pop sensation Tia Kofi at a Eurovision party; and her throwaway remark about entering Eurovision 2023 starts her on a journey into what she hopes will be music superstardom. But like her agent Divina says, it’s all about the friends you make along the way.

A/N: this has already gone onto my AO3 page but posting here too! This is a pop star au with Eurovision featured so there will be lots of people from different franchises, but the main ship is this one. Big thanks to everyone who has let me annoy them about this fic, and there is more content on my blog!!

Veronica pouted at her rain-soaked reflection in her pocket mirror, then looked back up at the sign outside the studio that definitely still said PRIVATE PARTY ESC2022: Invite Only. With a deep breath, she straightened her back, forced her best Ginger Spice smile onto her face, and approached the bouncer, flashing her invite and having the rope unhooked for her.

God. Am I officially a celebrity now?

She looked at the flight of stairs up to the first floor of this very exclusive-looking hotel, voices and laughter drifting down it towards her. Nerves started to snake up her spine and branch into her ribcage and she took another deep, calming breath.

I’m already knackered, and it’s only ten in the evening.

If Divina had never sent that text that night, maybe Veronica would never have even contemplated a private Eurovision party. She had been perfectly happy with her prior Eurovision arrangement of sitting in her flat with Joe, along with several bags of Doritos and party rings and whatever strange-coloured cocktails Joe would be mixing on the kitchen workbench. 

But her work phone had gone off with the notification just as she was falling asleep earlier that week. Her flatmate Joe always advised her to keep her work phone out the way, hidden in a drawer or something, so she wouldn’t look at work emails while in bed, and she swore to him that she wasn’t reading them. But her curiosity won as usual and she’d read the message over and over, a sense of trepidation building up in her, like a can of Coke that had been shaken up. 

Divina @ 23.04: I’ve got you into the most exclusive Eurovision party in London, the one at the studio where they announce the points total. It’s this Saturday. It starts at 7.30 but don’t get there before 8.30, and the word is that it’s fancy dress.

After she’d read it for the fortieth time, she had decided she wasn’t going to be able to sleep, and instead spent the next six hours thinking about who she could dress as until her alarm went off and she had had to get ready for her job.

Her actual job. Not, she’d thought with a sigh, her singing.

But maybe her agent messaging her at almost midnight on a Tuesday night was a blessing in disguise, her first step up the ladder to superstardom

Which was why Veronica was heading up the stairs to this party, dressed as Ginger Spice. She’d spent an hour teasing her hair until she’d simply pissed it off and had slithered herself a Union Jack dress she’d found at a joke shop earlier that day. The brand new white platform trainers were cutting into her toes and the rain had been threatening her hair before she’d even made it here. She’d aimed to get there at nine, but by the time she’d sprinted back home after she’d forgotten her phone, missed the Tube, and lost her way, there was no chance of her getting here before ten.

By the time she’d made it up the steps and into the party, she knew this was a mistake.

Her smile slowly faded from her face as she scanned the room, a huge ballroom tinkling with faint light jazz and crammed with people holding drinks and standing in their small groups. Sure, there were one or two people in fancy dress, but most of the people there were more formal, crowded together, paying almost no attention to anything but their own conversations. Heads turned when she entered, scanning her briefly before turning back to their groups.

And when she squeezed past them towards the bar, derisive whispers drilled into her ears from all sides like needles, heat growing up her cheeks.

“Nice costume, the nineties are so in right now -“

“Straight from Smiffy’s, I ask you -“

“Who takes that shit seriously, for God’s sake -”

Veronica downed her first drink to numb her skin. The second started to taste better the longer she held it. A little more relaxed, she leaned her back against the bar, looking around the room. Eurovision was on the huge screen at one end of the bar, although she’d arrived so late that she’d missed all the acts and it was the interval; but staring into the crowd, she noticed something.

No one is actually watching. No one is even talking about Eurovision. No one cares. They’re just here to … mingle? I guess?

Trying to make it onto the scene since her move to London was annoying, so many secret rules that popped up with every party, every event, every tabloid encounter that she’d had. In Veronica’s head, it should be easy - make music, go to events about music, meet people passionate about what had brought her here. Instead, most of the time Divina was sending her to various events to mingle. As far as Veronica could see, mingling consisted of accepting champagne and turning down coke and standing with very grand people discussing other people’s private lives.

Honestly, it was exhausting. 

Veronica liked mingling, when it was with Joe and could technically still be described as fan behaviour, as gossip. But here, in her professional environment, she wanted to work. She wanted to sing and dance and display her talents, but to do that, she apparently needed connections, connections that she didn’t really have yet.

She didn’t recognise anyone in the room, and no one was looking as if they wanted to bring her into their own little groups. So she downed the second drink and ordered a third, taking it to the balcony outside. 

The view was incredible from up here. It had been a balmy day for May but the night was cool and clear, even though the lights of the city obscured any thought of stars apart from the odd freckle here and there. Veronica leaned on her elbow, chin in her hand, staring into the distance at the blocks and skyscrapers she could see.

She wondered what Joe was doing, back in their little flat. 

He was probably drunk by now, he’d invited Anubis from his D&D group around for Eurovision and they’d have brought snacks and probably plenty of opinions on the contestants -

“Oh my god -“ she heard the voice before she looked, a crash as the person behind her stumbled against the door; the prop slipped away and the door slammed shut.

Veronica froze.

It’s Tia Kofi.

Everyone knew them. They were here? At this party? 

They were getting back to their feet with a groan, brushed themself off with their free hand, glancing up; but as soon as they saw Veronica, their mouth dropped open in an oh.

“Hey! Amazing! I thought I was the only Spice Girl here!”

Veronica took Tia in, still brushing dust from the leopard-print jumpsuit, their tight curls, platform boots like her own trainers. When they made their way over to her, towering over her, she couldn’t take her eyes off them. 

It’s Tia Kofi. It’s them. They’re the one giving the scores for tonight -

“God, it’s cold.” Tia wrapped their arms around themself with a shudder. “I am so, so, so glad I’m not the only one who read the small print on the invite. It said fancy dress didn’t it? Why is no one making an effort?” They gave an exaggerated eye roll, leaning on the balcony. “At least we look stunning. Right?”

“We do,” Veronica nodded, her voice not rising far above a whisper, but Tia barrelled on.

“I think we’re the only ones. God, why does no one want to have fun and dress up tonight? It’s Eurovision! It’s meant to be fun! I love Eurovision, it’s like the queer FA Cup final, so I don’t get why we don’t celebrate it better than this! It’s like no one’s into it here, you know?”

Tia’s eyes widened as if a lightbulb had lit up over their head. “Hey, do you have any other party invites we can crash? Somewhere more fun than this? I don’t have to be back until they start up the -“

“Tia?” Someone was calling them from the inside, propping the door open. “You need to get ready for the scoring.”

“Already?” Tia huffed, slumping forwards. “Alright, I’m coming, two secs.”

They lifted their head back up from their forearms, propping their chin on both hands. “I wish someone was interested in it. Like me. And you!” They grinned at her. “Sorry, I don’t want to be rude but I didn’t get your name -“

“Veronica Green. Hi.” The words stuttered from her mouth, and she stiffly held out her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

They paused, before their smile widened suddenly. “Oh, yeah, you did that song! The viral hit! Oh my god, I loved that song! You have to come on my radio show, babes, it’s an early one but -“

“Tia!” The same person at the door shouted to them. “You’re live with Graham Norton in two minutes!”

“I’m right there!” Tia shouted, then leaned nearer to her. “Who’s your agent, who’s your label?”

“Oh - Meridian Records, and it’s Divina -“

“Oh - okay, I know them.” They nodded solemnly, although with how hazy their eyes were, Veronica wondered if they’d forget by morning. “Got it. Fab. Let me put in some -“

“You’re live on the beeb in one minute, Tia, come on -“

Tia turned with a start, then back to Veronica, then huffed. “Coming!”

They swayed their way through the chairs on the balcony bar, getting back to the door and vanishing inside, leaving Veronica laughing slightly bitterly at the railing.

If they remember a single word of this conversation, I’ll apply for Eurovision next year.

She followed them inside, wondering if this was the start of mingling with them, thinking with their height and their costume she’d be able to see them straight away, but they had vanished into thin air; so she waved her way through the crowd towards the screen that only she and maybe three other people were watching.

The voices behind her were getting louder, more a cacophony than anything discernible, but she focused on the screen, and her mouth went dry when Tia came on, clasping their hands in front of them and trying not to swerve in their position, while they spoke both English and French and even tried some Italian for the host nation.

Veronica didn’t stay much longer at the party after that. The rest of the people there were still avoiding her like a bad smell, and she decided to make it an early night. Finishing the last dregs of her drink, she left, making her way back to the tube. 

So much for mingling.

She’d just never be good at it, she decided. But, she could have been the best singer, the best dancer in the room, and if she had no contacts there would be no audience for her, just a stage to an echo chamber. She walked the short distance from the station back to her flat, imagining singing to an empty room, wondering if she’d ever be able to at least convingly make her way around a party, faking it until she made it -

Her phone said otherwise.

Divina @00.10: Nice work tonight Ronnie, I had a message from Tia Kofi through the label. They want to book you onto BBC Radio One’s Kofi Morning, one morning next week. I’ve suggested Thursday, so take that day out if you can. Good job xx

She frowned, reading it again, wondering if she’d had more to drink than she’d first realised and it was making her hallucinate. But no, it was still there, in blue and white, even after she’d rubbed her eyes and put her glasses on and removed her makeup and unteased her hair.

Tia actually remembered? They messaged the label?

Veronica collapsed into her bed, the alcohol still warming her limbs. Her eyes were half closed as she typed her response, at the time a totally serious one.

Veronica @00.19: If it goes ok i want to apply for eurovision next year xx

——

Still, Veronica still didn’t think it was real even when she was making her way to the BBC studios that Thursday morning. Even when she was signing in, taking the lanyard she was presented with, and making her way to the waiting room outside the Radio One studio; even running the pads of her fingers up and down the scratchy fabric of the chair under her; she still thought she was about to wake up in her own bed, the alarm going off, to get ready for her day job. 

BBC Radio One’s Kofi Mornings were listened to up and down the country, Veronica reminded herself. This wasn’t just Radio Rochdale anymore. This was nationwide. It wasn’t just TikTok, not just her viral fame, but real, as real as the notebook she was idly tapping with her fingers, jotted with notes, held there in case she suddenly forgot her entire life story.

She was beckoned in just before nine, just before the hourly news, when the radio was playing freely and no one was speaking.

Inside the radio studio was a half-circle desk, upon which sat a huge computer to one side, covered with buttons and controls propping up three screens. One of them had music and one had technical information, but the other was blank. The other side of the half-circle had just a mic on a stand, and three desk chairs next to it. 

And there was Tia, sat behind the computer, face in a concentrated frown, tongue worrying their top lip.

It was the same Tia Kofi she’d listened to on the radio since she’d arrived in London, the same Tia Kofi she’d remembered to take off her lock screen before she got here, but … but it wasn’t that same person, as well. She was so used to seeing Tia in those sparkly blue and green jumpsuits from their band days, and the summer dresses and sequins from their official tour photos on their socials. But here? Veronica took in their willowy limbs curled under them on the chair, wide brown eyes with only a quick flick of mascara, black corkscrew curls to their shoulders. The shorts and converse and loose shirt with the French slogan gave Veronica the impression that Tia was merely filling in on the show, and ready to drive to the beach once they’d done the slot.

They looked fresh and new and clean and sparkling with life.

It took a split second for Veronica to regain composure at being faced with someone she’d only dreamt of meeting since they’d gone on X Factor more than ten years ago, and force her face into a smile, even though her feet were stubbornly fused to the spot.

Tia still ignored her for a minute, their face distant with concentration, flicking the buttons and dials, playing a couple of adverts, then glancing up at the clock with seconds to go before nine, and letting the news channel fade in.

Once they were done Tia looked up, gave Veronica a polite smile.

“You’re Veronica Green?”

Veronica cleared her throat. “Yeah. That’s me. At least, it was last time I checked.”

Her hollow laugh wasn’t echoed by them.

“I thought you’d be …” Tia paused, licked their top lip.

Veronica sat patiently, holding their eyes.

But they shook their head. “Never mind.”

The news faded, and Tia leaned towards the microphone. When they spoke, their voice had taken on the familiar chirpy tone that she heard every day at her desk.

“It’s a great morning here in London, welcome to your Kofi Morning here on BBC Radio One, with me, Tia Kofi, and we’ve got the tunes to get you caffeinated -“

Veronica knew Tia’s spiel, the speech they gave every morning. In her day job the radio was on first thing in the office. She’d had to take a half day’s leave this morning to come on here, but part of her wished she could see her manager’s face once he realised that no, she hadn’t been making it up; she really was going on a radio show for her music.

Tia pressed the dials and pulled the little controls on the computer automatically, while talking into their mic, until their voice mingled into the music. When they’d added the second song to the queue after this one, they sat back against the chair with a small sigh, picking up their own mug and shutting their eyes with satisfaction as they put it to their lips.

“Not a morning person either?” 

Veronica felt almost embarrassed to have said anything, but Tia opened their eyes, gave her a wry smile.

“Was it that easy to tell?” 

“Only a bit.” Veronica matched their sarcasm with a smirk of her own.

But as Tia’s smile widened, their gaze averted, Veronica gave herself a mental slap on the face.

That is tv’s Tia Kofi, Veronica Green. The darling of the music scene. You don’t know them that well to be making daft jokes like that. 

“I mean, you - you always sound so cheerful in the mornings when I listen to your show.”

Tia pushed their hair back with an ironic smile. “Thanks, it’s due to a careful blend of coffee and anxiety.“ 

Even their voice is different now, Veronica thought to herself. The chipper tones on the radio, the sing-song effect to emphasise the bright mood, was now deadpan; their smile ironic and their words lined with sarcasm. Not unhappy, still cheery, just … different. 

They raised their mug as if to cheers her, but Veronica motioned to it with wide eyes and a bubbling of nerves that pushed words onto her tongue before she could stop them.

“Hey, I have that mug too!”

“Wait, really?” Tia’s genuine surprise made them frown, turning their own mug round. “You have a mug that’s covered in Shakespeare insults?”

“Yeah - it’s my fave - hang on -” Veronica dug into her bag and pulled her phone out, showing Tia the picture she’d taken of her mug and sent to her friend only a week ago. 

Tia looked at it, and then up at Veronica. Their face had changed in that moment, the mask of blasé irony replaced by mischief, a small smile playing on their lips as they tipped their head to one side.

“You have a picture of your favourite mug on your phone?”

Veronica gazed down at them, her body going cold in horror while her face steadily grew hot.

This is all going so wrong.

She was meant to be here for an interview, making a good impression on the country in promotion of her upcoming single, and meeting a person she’d admired since she’d seen them on the audition tapes for X Factor before they’d even been made into the band with the other three -

“Why d'you have a picture of your favourite mug on your phone? Just in case you want to show people?" 

Tia’s voice interrupted the steady stream of static in her head, a lilt of humour in the words - are they taking the piss or are they actually laughing? - but the only thought of a response in her head was too embarrassing, completely not something Veronica should say out loud, definitely not anything that would make this scene any better -

"Well. It’s a mugshot, isn’t it?”

Great. Nice one. Very smooth. As the words slipped through the filter between her mind and mouth, Veronica’s face was so warm someone could have fried an egg on it, and she giggled weakly at her own joke, hoping the ground would open up and swallow her sooner rather than later -

Tia spluttered, and then began to laugh, freely and loudly at her remark, slapping the desk in front of them and then clapping a hand over their mouth at the noise. 

“Thanks, Ronnie. I needed a laugh this morning.”

What tension had been settling around them like drizzle instantly lifted, and Veronica echoed their smile with one of her own.

The song faded, and Tia put on their radio show voice again, this time with their Kofi Morning Fun Fact, while Veronica looked around the room.

All the walls were covered with pictures in frames, of various musical artists, some of which Tia had quoted in several interviews as being inspired by from childhood and beyond. David Bowie, Spice Girls, Aretha Franklin, Amy Winehouse. Tia’s picture wasn’t there, but Veronica thought they wouldn’t look out of place now. 

On the desk was Tia’s computer equipment, their fingers dancing along the buttons with practised expertise - they’d been entertaining the nation on their Kofi Morning show for the last four years, after all - along with lots of tiny personal items that Veronica was intrigued by. A rubix cube on a keyring, a very well-loved copy of The Hobbit, three orange dice with six, twelve, and twenty faces, a desk calendar with a different Spanish word every day (today’s word was martillo, which apparently meant hammer).

But it was the framed pictures she liked the most. Veronica gazed at Tia in frames with their arms around people who were presumably family, looking so relaxed and serene, not like the pictures they always put in their insta feed with the poses and the hands on hips and the -

“… Veronica Green, who sings the song which is at number one this week.” Her name in Tia’s voice brought her back into the room with a shiver. “Veronica, welcome!”

“Hi, nice to be here!” Veronica said with a laugh. Tia’s expression turned to shock and then to amusement, as they waved their hand to indicate for her to move in towards the microphone.

“Hi, hello,” Veronica tried again, this time deafening herself with the shriek of tuning.

“Some technical issues in the studio today folks,” Tia announced into their own mic, “while we’re fixing that, we’ll play you this week’s highest chart entry!”

They flicked the switch for the next song and then turned to Veronica, their face creasing to keep from laughing.

“I take it this is your first show? Never mind, we all do this our first times - let me give you a crash course in not fucking up on the radio!”

They flashed her two thumbs up, and she mirrored them, realising that shit, they said fuck. Since when does Tia Kofi know how to swear?

But while the song played, Tia gently took her through where exactly to put her mouth to speak into it for maximum effect, tips to try to keep her hands still if she got nervous, and a quick signal she could give them if she started losing track or freezing up.

“We’re back on the airwaves, tech is sorted - thanks to the technical folks here, snaps for them -” Tia paused to play the snapping fingers effect, “and welcome to the studio Veronica!”

“Hi,” and this time, she was calm, twisting her fingers on the desk before realising and moving them under to rub the sides of her knees instead. “It’s great to be here.”

“It’s great to have you, thank you for coming on!” Tia was beaming at her, and for a second or two, Veronica found herself believing their words. “How was your journey here?”

“Well,” Veronica frowned, “I don’t live in Rochdale any more so it only took me ten minutes on the tube -”

Tia interrupted her stream of words with a hearty laugh before she could go any further. “Stunning. Amazing. Veronica, I have to say that you’ve been all over the place for the last couple of months, I’ve been asked to play your song at least once a day for the last three weeks by someone on twitter, and I think, correct me if I’m wrong, but I thinkthis is one of your first interviews, is that right?”

Veronica nodded. 

Tia raised their eyebrows.

“Oh, yeah - yes, this is my first ever radio interview in London! You get me first, Tia!”

“Oh, stop it,” they gave a dismissive wave, “flattery gets you everywhere with me, hun. So tell us all about the woman behind the song. Who is Veronica Green when she’s not belting out Good Days and doing that viral dance?”

“Oh.” Veronica rubbed her hands up and down her knees. “Well, I’m - I’m from Lancashire originally … living in London now … with my friend Joe who’s the pianist for me … uhm. I’m a Taurus?”

“A Taurus, Veronica is out here trying to get a date I think.” Tia gave her a wink, turning her insides to fireflies. “Gorgeous. Now it’s summer here, have you got lots of things lined up while it’s warm outside?”

“Oh, uhm. Well,” Veronica screwed her eyes shut because yes, yes you do you have lots of things, but the wink Tia had given her was replaying over and over in her mind and words weren’t making it to her tongue. “I - I have a few things on, yes.” She moved her hand, wiggling her fingers under the desk in the signal Tia had given her. 

Tia abruptly turned back to the mic. “That’s amazing, Veronica, I’m sure you’re gonna have a great summer. Well, we’re gonna play Veronica’s single Good Days for you now, still at number one folks, and in the meantime Veronica is gonna teach me her dance. No seriously hun, how do you do that thing with your hands? Actually, show me later.”

They flicked the switch, and the opening bars of her own song sounded. Veronica put her face in her shaking hands.

“No, don’t do that -”

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was muffled, and she screwed her eyes closed again, her face growing warm.

She heard a rumble as the chair opposite moved nearer to her, and soft fingertips hooked at her wrists. 

She let Tia slowly prize her hands away from her face, meeting a surprisingly soft gaze. 

“Hey,” they murmured, “you want to know what happened my first time on the radio?”

They spoke so kindly and earnestly that she couldn’t help but nod. 

“Okay, so - and don’t laugh - it was my very first show. I was really excited to get the job. But I’d never done radio before, and the first time I came in here it was … what, just after Christmas last year?”

“You’ve only been here a year?”

“I know, feels like longer.” They inclined their head with a small laugh. “So I was on the radio. First show. I was trying to learn all the dials and things. I kept hitting the wrong one when I wanted to speak though. My friend Lawrence - Lawrence Chaney - they were listening in, they said later that they could definitely hear me saying something a bit … questionable. About Jess Glynne.”

Veronica slapped her hand to her mouth, and Tia rolled their eyes.

“I said don’t laugh, Vee.”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m not laughing, I was just … I had an itch.”

Tia chuckled, averting their gaze downwards for a moment and then back up. “Worse was that I was just getting over a cough that I got over the Christmas hols. And then I missed the button the next time, and I had to actually play a Jess Glynne song but all that anyone heard was apparently me coughing along to the end of it over her singing.”

“I’m -“ but Veronica couldn’t help herself, wheezing with laughter, and thankfully Tia shut their eyes and chuckled along. 

“Okay. Fine. I guess it is a little funny. Anyway, she’s still got me blocked.”

“She hasn’t!” Veronica’s eyes widened, and Tia for their part, pulled their own phone from the pocket of their shorts and unlocked it. They showed Veronica their instagram feed, and then put in her name.

“See? Blocked. Oh, and I’m banned from playing her music on my show according to her agent. If I play it, she will apparently ‘have me’.” Tia put a finger under their eye and pouted their lips. “Devvo-ed.”

Veronica screwed her eyes up to try to stop herself laughing. “Alright, I s’pose it could have been worse. But … but people who’ve been tuning in right now -“

"Look,” Tia rubbed the back of her hand, “everyone’s still waking up in the morning. It’s only nine am. And trust me, the ones that are awake, have been absolutely losing their minds about you coming in on my show.”

Veronica let Tia move her hands away to her lap, a little bubble of hope rising in her chest. “You - really?”

“Yeah! Look, you should see my twitter feed.” Tia clicked onto the computer screen and pulled up twitter, showing Veronica the tweet they had sent yesterday with her tagged in it, that she was coming on the show.

Veronica’s jaw dropped at the replies.

@joeblack69: can’t wait to hear veronica tomorrow on the show ….. she’s fit af

@its_just_may: Veronica Green is amazing love your show!!!

@goffikendall:if veronica goes on i will love u and listen to ur show the rest of this year tia i stg

And loads more. Tia showed Veronica glimpses of people she’d never known, leaving supportive messages and replies, and the bubble of air in her chest soared.

“See? People are gonna love it. And they won’t mind that it’s been a bit of a technical mess. You’re only human. Actually,” Tia continued, looking back up at her, “when’s your new single due out?”

Veronica swallowed. “I’ll need to check with Divina. I think it’s mid-June.”

Tia nodded. “Okay. Well, we’ll wrap up for now. It’s been thirty minutes anyway, which I think was how long you were meant to be here for.”

“Oh, okay.” Veronica sighed, slumping down in the chair. “That wasn’t very much, was that alright?”

“Of course! Trust me, my listeners love a surprise.” Tia gave her a wink, as the song started to fade out.

Even after all this time, even after hearing her song so many times on the radio and Apple Music and Spotify, Veronica always winced. Still can’t believe I actually sound like that.

And hearing the clips of the show online was no better. Veronica listened to the radio show again on catch up on the tube on her way home from work, and she screwed her face up at the sound of herself, until she changed the podcast to her music again and tried to forget about it.

“I think you always sound glorious, and I thought you sounded marvellous this morning.“ Joe on the other hand, was far less derogatory than whoever the critic was that resided in Veronica’s head. When she got back to their flat that evening, he had it on loud while he was cooking, frying something in the pan. 

But Veronica sighed, joining him at the chopping board and picking up a knife and a bell pepper. "I still don’t believe you.”

Joe shrugged. “That’s fine. I’ll wear you down eventually." 

She chuckled in spite of herself. "I just don’t think I really did myself justice. I blew my chance to let people get to know me.”

“I … wouldn’t say that,” Joe mused, “just think of it as a trial run. People are still going to want to know you. Look at twitter.“

This time, Veronica snorted with laughter. "Yeah, thanks for helping me out there. I’m ‘fit af’, am I?”

Joe grinned. “As if you needed reminding. And anyway. Didn’t you see the response Tia put on your tweet from earlier?”

Frowning, Veronica dumped the pepper into the pan and then went to get her phone from her bag. Opening up her twitter, she scrolled down her notifications.

@callmeronnie_x: So good to be on #KofiMorning today with icon @teaorcoffee such a lovely host!!

It had garnered more likes and retweets than most of her posts this year. But one reply made her jaw drop.

@teaorcoffee: @callmeronnie_x So good to have you on, will have you back any time!

Her heart skipped two or three beats.

A little flash of bravery shot through her veins like a bolt of lightning, and she tapped away at the screen with a reply.

@callmeronnie_x: @teaorcoffee if you’ve got a slot on June 16th my new single is coming out x

Joe’s eyebrows almost disappeared into his hairline when he saw it later on, when they had both eaten and he was checking his phone. Veronica didn’t even need to know that was what he was looking at, his wry chuckle and shifting on the sofa into a ball.

“Rodney. You cheeky cow.”

Veronica just grinned wolfishly at him. “Takes one to know one, eh?”

“And it’s worked, have a look!”

But she hadn’t noticed. He held his phone to her, and her heart sped up when she read the reply.

@teaorcoffee: @callmeronnie_x how about June 15th, and you can tell us all about it, check your dms x

Pride Challenge Points: 1366

[wavekissedchris]

This is alot but here is a side of my story with my interaction with her

Id also like to say something, ive know bri aka juno for acouple of months we ment in the sturniolos twitch chat and everything was fine to me and then she tended to want to get me things and when i said no she was very persistent and so i gave in and said yes and she has bought me thing and she has my address now and im scared, but starting like months ago started saving picture i sent as like streaks no bad pictures or anything, and i would like to say yes i knew her age and i found it weird but ig the buying me things made me trust her so i guess thats on me, and idk if this has been said but if she did mention me yes i am bella she did offer to drive to my state and take me to there tour once they go on one, and i trusted her so i told her abt my issues between me and my mom and she kept saying she would adopt me if she could which i didn't think anything of it but now this is going around im starting to realize it all now, but the all the younger fans like me just please for the love of god dont trust all the older fans, ive realize the buying me things was probably a way of manipulation, so stay safe😕🤍

my take on this @/sturniololuv08 drama

im not good with my words since english isnt my first language so i apologise if this is short

i have interacted with her before without knowing what she writes and she seemed very off to me from the start seems like i was right

shes so weird for talking about that stuff with a 14 year old and acting like its normal

she also was talking about her sadistic!matt and cannibal!chris in a server FULL of minors sending screenshots of her fics

i feel so bad for everyone affected by her, she made me very uncomfortable too with everything she said and wrote

this is serious do not interact with her.

stay safe everyone i love you all

tags: @lockettesstage @pasteldreams @m4ggvt

@chrisissobabygirl @oldermenwh0re @endereies @y3sterdaysproblem

[fliipclaw]

It’s @penumbrabang time! I was paired up with the amazing @briwhosaysni, and this conversation from her fic, Happy to be Found, really captured me. ID under the cut!

[ID: A comic page containing several panels surrounded by a black background. The first panel is rectangular, with a dark grey gradient background. In the centre stands Miasma with her hands clasped; we can see from the bottom of her face to her torso. She has medium brown skin and is wearing an orange sweater vest over a white shirt. She’s smiling, and has a mole on the left side of her chin. In the background, white text reads, “Don’t try to spare my feelings, Juno. I got you involved with Miasma.”

Below this are two square panels. The one on the right depicts Peter Nureyev’s hand, with pale skin and painted red nails, reaching out for a red crystal. The second is of Juno and Nureyev sitting in the Ruby 7, a red convertible, driving through the Martian desert. Juno is a black lady with dark brown skin, short black hair, and a scar over his nose. He’s wearing a purple suit jacket over a white shirt. Nureyev is an Asian man with pale skin and black hair, wearing a pink shirt and tie. He has a rose in his hair and rose-tinted glasses on his face. Nureyev is sat in the driver’s seat and grinning while Juno looks over at him in alarm. Between these two panels, in the black border, white text reads, “I didn’t get the pill before you could find it.” Below the panels, again in the black border, white text continues, “I nearly got you killed multiple times.”

Below this, on the left, is another square panel, depicting Juno glaring up at the ‘camera’, the martian desert behind him. He is depicted as before, but this time there is blood running from a cut on his head, his right nostril, and a wound on his arm, which he is grasping at. Within this panel, next to Juno, white text reads “Kidnapped,”

The next panel, on the right side of the page, is rectangular, and features Juno, this time without his purple suit jacket, tied to a chair in a dark cave. His arms are behind his back and his face is tilted upwards. His shirt is visibly dirty and splattered with blood. There is blood running from his left nostril and right eye. His eyes are closed and he looks visibly pained. Above him, the white text reads, “imprisoned, tortured.”

Below this, on the left is a small rectangular panel depicting Juno lying down on the tomb floor. We can see his head, shoulders, and arm, which is raised up near his face. He has one eye open and is staring at the camera. His mouth is also open. His other eye is closed, and blood is streaming from it and down his face. The white text in this panel reads, “When I left, I didn’t take you with me.”

To the right of this panel is a vertically rectangular panel, in which Nureyev is depicted from behind. He is wearing a red shirt and black dress trousers. He has one hand raised and is knocking on a door beside a glowing access panel. The white text reads, “You were ready to sacrifice yourself to save me.”

The final panel, a small rectangular panel below the panel of Juno lying down, shows a segment of Juno’s face. One eye is covered with an eyepatch, and the wound on his head from before has scarred over. In the black beside this panel the white text reads, “And your eye...”

The final piece of white text is in the black border beneath the final panel. It reads, “No, Juno, I don’t blame you.”

[demidevildiva]

Closed Starter: @islandmumublog

There wasn't any doubt that Juno was nervous. She'd practically already chewed through her nails by the time they reached Briar's childhood home. They had spoken to her about it often times before, but the scene unraveling before her was unlike anything she had ever thought. A quaint home surrounded by trees. It was pleasant and inviting all around. She could see small details that Bri talked about at different points in their time together. The foliage that wrapped around the home, making it look as if it belong amongst the surrounding. Had visiting their childhood home not been nerve wrecking enough, staring at the smiling figured that awaited them on the front door was definitely enough to make anyone throw up. "I think I'm going to be sick."