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momachan · 1 year ago
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"Bruce... is that a gun? Goddam it-- What are you doing? This isn't you!... you're my father. And I still believe in you. Don't end it this way-- Don't make me watch you-- Fine, but end it your way. Not as Azrael... as Batman."
Batman: Curse of the White Knight (Batman: White Knight (2017).
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tomoleary · 10 months ago
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Sean Murphy - Batman: Curse of the White Knight #1 Azrael cover preliminary (2019) Source, source
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extraordinary-heroes · 2 years ago
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Batman: Curse of the White Knight #8 (Cover art by Sean Murphy)
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wandixx · 3 months ago
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Halloween dress-up, let's go!!!
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Assignment: "Dress up as ghosts".
Status: Yes. They're ghosts. Just really different types of ghosts
#fanart#danny fenton/m'gann m'orzz#spearmint ship#i love them so much#yes M'gann is a White Lady#and before anyone hypothetically comes at me saying that White Lady should be all just white/have black hair but i have my reasons#in universe is: they decided to dress up “normal way” and it turned out that M'gann as a Martian was allergic to most make-up products#and in the end she threw some flour on her face and called it a day#and the meta reason is: I haven't drew Megan enough to believe she'd be recognizable with different hairstyle and without her color pallette#anyway#i love White Lady ghosts#like i can't even express how much i love them like aesthetically#and from the backstory standpoint#they're just neat imo#they're also really popular in Poland (my beloved motherland *patriotic sounding eagle noise because eagle is National Emblem of Poland :D*)#like you can trip on them#nearly every caslte has either White Lady or some cursed knight or *both*#and we have a lot of castles (though not a lot with original decor because fucking Red Army; sorry it makes me emotional)#but like to emphasise how many White Ladies we have#my uni's main building has one and it's not even a castle anymore#her story is really cool too#it involves Iron Maiden patricide and in some versions a lovestory#it also won't derail this post but I'd love to share it if someone is interested#halloween#happy halloween#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#wandixx arts#have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part
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criminal-comedian · 10 months ago
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Batman: Curse of The White Knight
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zombiemollusk · 2 years ago
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cursed hollow knight things i have no business wondering but they occurred to me and now i can't stop thinking about them:
when pale king and herrah did their thing, was white lady included or no? was there a bug threesome? or did pale king say no because it was Business and he thought Perpetually Horny Wife would make it even more weird?
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towritecomicsonherarms · 9 months ago
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Batman: Curse of the White Knight #8
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progenycursed · 6 months ago
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Chapter 4.5
The pale king stood watch over the palace from his perch on the empty balcony. The cavern stretching above, it’s distant gems reflecting the palace light, his light, appearing as stars deep underground. The palace fanned out over the majority of the cavern floor. Though much of it was hidden in mist, he could sense every building, every mind, every footstep or dropped plate, every speck of soul and essence drifting into the air. Though he gave his new body sight, it was never his first means to see the world. He was always distantly aware of how many and who was in the palace at any given time. So he felt the moment the White Lady entered the cavern below.
The setae along his body curled into his carapace. The thick binding he covered himself in was all that stood between the floor and certain destruction by means of his tail burrowing into it. She hadn’t been to the palace in sectors. Though they were always connected by their shared soul, he always missed when she was near. A feeling even his dread for what was to come, could not fully stamp out. Though it did muffle it severely.
He knew his mind would spiral into that dread if he let it. And the White Lady was not the fastest when it came to movement speed. Plenty of time to spiral to a place he did not wish to go again. Instead, he opted to think about their history.
Their relationship was a unique one in many ways. It was uncommon for a higher being to tolerate other higher beings. Unheard of for them to actually like each other.
The mortals saw them as a romantic couple, but neither of them had the capacity for that kind of love. Both of their kinds left their partners after mating. As it wasn’t a partner, it was a threat to the survival of their offspring.
New born saplings were expected to take care of themselves the moment they emerged. Their siblings just competition for resources, including what little attention their parent was willing to provide. A second parent would only steal resources from the saplings.
A new born wrym was costly, requiring constant food, attention, and safety for hundreds of cycles. And worship meant little to the bottomless stomach of a fledgling god. The requirements for two adults and minimum of two offspring, would lead to environmental devastation. Condemning any nearby civilization to die if it wasn't consumed already.
His parent had been unique. Earth-Shaker had enough power and territory to feel confident in raising two offspring simultaneously. Having a newborn even when their last offspring was still a juvenile with many hundreds of cycles to go before full independence. They were all very close, they taught him how to hunt, gather, subjugate, and fight. For his first hundred cycles he had never been alone.
He knew what is was to love a parent, a sibling, even followers. But no idea how to love the way the mortals thought how he loved the White Lady. It had been lost to Hallownest history how their relationship first started. Yet he remembered vividly. She annoyed him, at every moment she could, with her constant offer to breed with him.
But she was persistent, and patient. She grew on him, sometimes literally. They could spend days together. One talking about their new interest while the other not only listened, but engaged. Understanding and asking questions. They began to enjoy each others company, even in silence. The White Lady even lessened her ‘offers’ to breed. They built Hallownest together. Became the inseparable monarchs of a thriving civilization.
Until recently.
“My wrym,” her voice rang like wind through leaves. She walked onto the balcony, her bindings draping across her form like a dress. A cluster of her roots erupting from the back, complimenting the crown of elegant branches that defined her silhouette.
Her soul curled around him like her roots, prying into any cracks it could find, any hint to what he was feeling. He’d closed himself off so much for this plan, she couldn’t feel his emotions anymore then the vessel could. Even her essence pressed against his, like a warm embrace inviting him to relax.
“My root,” he rushed out as he turned away from her. Causing a guilt that weighed down his stomach to mingle with the anticipation that was churning his insides. It was a sickening combination. He was grateful his foresight had warned him not to eat. Not like he’d done that in cycles anyway.
“You requested my aid?” She joined him in gazing out over the cavern.
Though she stood next to him, it felt as if the chasm itself stood between them. Like the void on his hands, like the Radiance within the minds of their people, their relationship had been tainted. Being the monarchs they were, they had come up with the plan together. They were in it together, but he was the one to enact it. He was the one who knew how to fight, the one who could create the spells and glyphs to hold their ancient enemy. The god of the mind, capable of sensing the thoughts and emotions of any creature no matter how small. Something a vessel needed to lack for the plan to work.
It was just a vessel. Yet he still found himself here, brought low by primal instincts that he still couldn't stamp out. He shouldn’t need to bring her into this. She shouldn’t have to suffer like him. He could feel her gaze bore into him. He couldn’t meet it. Not with what he needed to request.
“I ask that you check the vessels purity,” he curled into himself. Even beneath the bindings, his tail dug into the stone floors.
A pause. He could only image what thoughts she hid behind her eyes.
“Who performed the tests?” She finally asked.
“I did.” He remembered watching as the vessel stood motionless for arks when given the puzzle sphere. It hadn’t even looked down at it after he left. The way it threw itself at Drya for even longer. Only stopping when it’s body failed it. Void shivered on and off all the way to the springs, but underneath there was nothing. No curiosity, no irritation, no heartbeat, no muscles, no organs, no breath, no soul, no hint of anything alive within.
It was just a vessel.
“All of them?” Her roots began to reach across the floor. He wanted to reach out, to feel the comfort in her touch. He curled tighter into himself.
It was just a vessel. A dead body dictated by void, only the imprints in its mask and lingering fragments of animalistic instincts left untouched. It was just a test.
His claws tore into its skin like silk. Deep gouges digging through its mask with little resistance. It was flung back into the spring. Its waters unable to heal the wounds before it had to crawl out.
It was just void. No different than what already stained his claws. Yet he could still feel its blood on them. Still feel the stains after countless washes as the sensation seemed to burrow into his carapace.
“Which was missed?” She kept her voice level, diplomatic. The voice of a Queen addressing her court.
It was just a vessel. An empty container to imprison the Radiance. It stood before him, shivering from fatigue, void spilling from its many wounds, quickly staining the front of its cloak.
It was just a test. A simple movement, a small pressure, and data. All he had to do was reach forward with razor sharp claws…
“The final phase of the pain test,” she must think him weak. At least he could be confident that she wouldn’t attack him like any other higher being would.
She shifted, her regal tone slipped. Concern and warmth slipping between the formalities. Something he hadn’t heard in what felt like an age. One the sickening lump in his abdomen told him he didn’t deserve.
“But that test must be performed to appraise the vessels reaction to extreme stimuli,” Her hand brushed across what most bugs called his forehead, across what only a higher being of light could see. A single scar where his light shown a little darker.
“I know,” he pulled away. He still remembered that day, that vessel, that lesson. “But I was unable to complete the task.”
It was just a vessel. An empty mask filled with his antithesis. The emptiness that would consume him with as much vigor as his nemesis if given the chance.
“It just looked so…”
It starred up at him.
It was just waiting for orders.
Shaking.
It was just fatigue.
Bleeding.
It was just a test.
Waiting for what he would do next. Helpless to stop it.
It was just a c-
“Please,” his throat felt dry. “As it’s other creator, as another god of life, you may have a different connection than I. You may sense something I can not.”
It wasn’t his, it was just a tool.
Her roots wrapped around his tail, gently prying it from the floor and curling around it. Her soul reaching for his. Sympathy, concern, longing. How could he ask this of her?
When she next spoke, it was no longer as the queen, but as his root. “Do you truly believe there could be a mind within?” He could feel a flicker of hope within her soul. He was ashamed he put it there.
“Or is there another reason for this doubt?” The flicker dimmed, tempered by cycles of disappointment. Cycles waiting above an empty cradle that would never be filled. Her roots coiled around his tail, holding it tight.
It was supposed to be a vessel. A means to save his people from a tyrant who lost a popularity contest he wasn’t even aware was happening.
“I…” Yet he could not stamp out the false hope, the doubt, that it could be more than just a vessel.
“I need to know for certain.” He was selfish, foolish, cruel even for asking this of her. He was supposed to be better than this. The price was his to pay.
Her soul reached forward again. Trying to connect like they had before this bleak plan. He pulled away. She didn’t need to know how close he was to failing. How much he wanted-
Her roots tightened around his tail “I can do this for you,” she whispered.
A tension released from his body. One he didn’t know he had been holding. Yet his chest felt heaver than ever.
“Thank you,” he wanted nothing more than for all his feelings to burrow into the abyss and die. It already felt like much of him had.
She didn’t let go right away. Didn’t move to leave the palace, return to her gardens. She just stood by him and watched the mist swirl in the cavern around them. He missed this, wanted her to stay with him more often, to be as open with each other as they used to. But he couldn’t ask that of her. To share a home with a creature that wore the face of her dead child. Not after what she had been through.
“Do you think it possible?” Her voice quiet, with a flicker of hesitation. He dared to glance up to her. Her eyes were distant. “That the void could do what we could not?”
It was a thought that had been in his mind since the first vessels crawled out of their egg within the abyss. One that reasserted itself with every vessel that failed. Feeding a hope that shouldn’t have been there. One that should have died when the first ‘pure’ vessel did.
Even in its final moments, with all the evidence that created doubt, he never sensed a mind. Never felt emotions. Never heard a sound out of them in reality or dreams.
“Which would be the brighter path?”
A bitter laugh caught in his throat, only silenced by the tightness in his chest. The void opposed time, it was immune even to his foresight. Blanketing everything it touched in a fog of uncertainty and shadows. The brightest paths were the only clears ones, the ones that fell to the Radiance. The only chance for the kingdoms salvation lay within the darkness. In paths he couldn’t clearly see.
If it was more than just a vessel, then the kingdom was doomed. Tens of thousands would succumb to her plague of mind, would be lost to her dream forever. Everything he and Root worked for, wiped from the world. But they would have a child.
It should be an easy decision. A choice with the clearest of outcomes.
Yet some sick part of himself held on to that vain hope.
Maybe she would find something. Maybe it could be more than a vessel.
He wanted to answer her, tell her something reassuring, but he didn’t know what would do that. His foresight couldn’t help him, his instincts couldn’t be silenced, his emotions couldn’t be hidden. Not from her.
“I do not know,” it was all he could say.
She shifted to move closer, but stopped. Instead, she just squeezed his tail once more. He was grateful, her gentle touch, her comforting presence, would break the last strands of resolve he had left for this plan. He couldn’t afford to break, Hallownest couldn’t afford him to break. No matter what it cost him, he had to save his people.
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bitsofbats · 1 year ago
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Batman: Curse of the White Knight, 2019-2020 Sean Murphy
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red-jenny · 2 years ago
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Batman: Curse of the White Knight, Sean Murphy, 2019-2020
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countrymusiclover · 12 days ago
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11 - Playing Princess For a Day
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Part 12
The Siphoning Princess
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Two days later
Waiting at the bus stop I shifted from foot to foot getting impatient over the fact that my daughter had just now gotten out of school for the day. I could have taken her out of school but I knew it was better for her to not get behind on the new lessons they would be teaching her. The bus pulls to a stop and the doors open with kids filling out onto the streets. Scanning the heads I finally saw the familiar blonde pigtails and the backpack with princess tiaras scattered across it. “There’s my birthday girl! Ohhh. How was school?” Extending my arms, Tessa jumped up into my waiting embrace.
“It was fun. I got sung happy birthday by my class.” She said once I had set her back down on her feet, taking her backpack off her back.
Intertwining my freehand with her tiny one making our way down Main Street heading into granny’s diner for her afternoon birthday snack that the elderly woman had given her since she was five years old. “Hey Granny, I finally brought you the birthday girl.”
“Hi granny.” Tessa waved to the woman once I lifted her up, sitting her on one of the barstools so she could see her.
The older woman turned around and turned back to us sliding a plate of cookies over to me and my daughter with a small smile. “Peanut butter cookies , same as always.”
“Thank you. These are her favorite desserts.” I smiled at the woman before she made a face walking over to the cash register and coming back with a piece of paper in her hand.
“This got dropped off here a few hours ago. I was told to only give it to you when you brought your little one in here.”
Taking the folded paper from her hand I watched her walk away when I began unfolding the piece of paper seeing a note written out on it. “Note on this day a very special event shall be held, the Royal birthday celebration of Tessa Hunter. This event is held at the address below this message. Before attending this event the birthday girl is asked to go to Gold’s pawn shop and pick out a dress for tonight - well Tessa, it appears we have another stop to make. Thank you for the cookies, granny.” I chuckled, having a feeling I already knew who was responsible for this letter. Making our way outside and down to the pawnshop building.
Stepping inside I instantly saw Mr. Gold or rather Rumplestilskin my father waiting for us to come inside. “Ms. Hunter, Ms. Tessa, I have been expecting you.” He was standing behind the glass counter when we walked up to him.
“Papa - uh yes, Mr. Gold. We got a letter saying we needed to purchase a dress from you before going to our next destination.” I corrected my words quickly, recalling who he was from when I was here a few days ago. I couldn’t wrap my head around how it was possible. Henry likely would have an explanation, yet today was all about my daughter not the evil queen's curse.
He snapped his fingers opening a wooden cabinet that was off to the side revealing a hold row of dresses of all colors and sizes. “Pick whichever one you want. There's a fine selection for each of you.” He stepped away from the cabinet allowing me and my daughter to walk up and eye the dresses before us.
Pushing a few aside I came across an interesting one I thought I had seen before. Taking out the hanger I came into contact with a long light red ball gown that was decorated with lace and some pearls on the waistline. “It's beautiful, Mr. Gold. How much shall we owe you for these?”
“It's on the house, Renae. It's her birthday and she should have everything.” He rested his hands on his cane.
“Thank you so much.”
Tessa came out from the back room twirling around in a light blue and green dress that fell down to her knees. “Look mama, look. I'm a princess.”
“Yes, you are sweetie. Today you certainly are.” I grinned and my supposed father mirrored the same look. I quickly changed into my gown and we made our way to the address we had been given. The address led us to a house that I had never seen before so I assumed it belongs to Mr. Gold considering he owns the entire town basically. Tessa and I slowly walked into the old house rounding the corner until I paused in the doorway noticing David standing in the center of the large open room. “David, you - you didn’t have to do all this for her birthday.” I led her forward to the man who was dressed in a tan tunic shirt and matching pants that made him look like the same prince in Henry’s book.
“Like I said the other day. I chose to do this for her, it’s not a "have to situation.” David lowered himself down onto one knee extending a hand out to my eight year old. “May I have a dance with you, princess Tessa?”
“Yes.” She squealed, putting her hands in his larger one.
Standing off to the side in my own dress I watched the pair get in the position to start the dance. I pressed play on my phone playing Royal ball type music that I found on Youtube. David allows my daughter to put her feet on top of his while he spun her around doing a simple dance with her. For that brief moment I let myself just enjoy it all, seeing my daughter over the moon and it was thanks to a man who wasn't even her own father but simply just a friend of ours now.
David finally stopped dancing with my daughter and instead came over offering me his hand to take now. “Renae, would you care to dance? You look beautiful in your dress.” Softly placing my hand in his I smiled allowing him to lead me out into the center of the room.
“You’re rather handsome in your prince getup.” I complimented him, placing my other hand on his shoulder while his freehand came to rest on my hip and tugged me closer against his chest. David and I began moving across the floor with such ease that surprised me while I felt the fabric of my gown getting gently thrown up into the air. “You appear to be a natural at this. Did you learn dancing lessons in two days just for this?”
He shook his head no, chuckling down at me. “No. I guess I just remembered my wedding dance lessons.” Unknown to either of them at the time, they were naturals at this type of dancing for a reason. They were in sync with one another.
“Well I'm impressed, Charming.” I grinned before he gently spun me out and away from his chest then back into his embrace. My mouth parted opened realizing that our noses were brushing up against each other and we could feel the others breathe on our face by how close we physically were.
David blinked his eyes softly whispering my name. “Renae.” He started to lean forward where I thought he was about to kiss me till another woman's voice enters the room.
“David!”
“Mary Margaret.” Her husband quickly separated from me where I bent my head down blushing a deep very red not expecting someone to find us here.
David's wife crossed the room coming over to me and growled in my face. “I want you to listen to me, Renae. Stay away from my husband, do you hear me? He's mine, not yours.”
“Mary Margaret, I promise nothing is going on between us.” I attempted to reassure the woman before me now.
She scowled at me, spinning on her feet. “It doesn't look that way to me. So this is my one warning. Stay away from my husband before I have to involve the mayor.”
“What have I ever done to her.” I muttered to myself watching her closely walk out of the room with David leaving me and my daughter there, confused on how she even knew we were here in the first place.
“Subjects of the Enchanted Forest we are overjoyed to announce that we are pregnant with our first child.” I grinned standing in the center of the room wearing a golden crown on my head with my husband standing right by my side. “According to Doc we are going to be having two beautiful children rather than just one.”
Everyone in the crowd began clapping and cheering at our happy news while Charming and I intertwined our hands together where he planted a kiss to the side of my head seconds before the main doors to the grand room busted open showing us Snow White strolling into the room. “This was supposed to be my life, Stilskin. And you stole it from me.” She stomped down the aisle glaring at us once she was standing directly in front of us with the whole crowd watching what was about to happen next.
“Snow, what are you talking about? I saved your life. I helped you escape the Evil queen's huntsman.”
The princess clasped her hands together in front of her. “Indeed you did. Except what you don't know is that before he died my father had declared I am to marry your prince Charming. I kept waiting and waiting until I found out the rumor that you're father the Dark One had made a different arrangement with King George and just like that my fairytale ending was over.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. There were never ever rumors about the realm like that.” Glancing between her and my husband something wasn’t adding up. “If you want vengeance then what do you plan on doing to us?”
Snow stepped up onto the platform causing me and Charming to take a few steps backwards from her. “I have a gift for you. My gift to you is this happy, happy day. But tomorrow, my real work begins. You’ve made your vows, now I make mine. Soon, everything you love, everything all of you love, will be taken from you. Forever. And out of your suffering, will rise my victory. I shall destroy your happiness, if it is the last thing I do.” She spun on her heels stomping towards the door about to just walk out of the room until.
“Hey!” Charming throws his sword at her, but she dissipates in a strange cloud of purple smoke before it hits her. He warmed me watching me pick up the ends of my dress despite my growing pregnant belly and walking over to where Snow White previously stood. “Jaide, be careful.”
“Charming, come here. I think I found something.” I waved him over noticing a lock of black hair on the tile floor.
He came to my aid picking it up and handing it to me with such confusion. “A hair. What's so special about that?”
“Because I have a hunch that it wasn't really Snow. But the Evil Queen herself.” I explained clutching the small hair in the palm of my hand. Dropping my other hand I felt a kick against my stomach making my attention go elsewhere. “Oh!”
My husband asked full of concern. “Are you okay?”
“The babies are kicking. Just - can you hold me?” I whisper to him hearing whispering from the large crowd of guests behind us all worried just as we are. Charming gently wrapped his arms around my waist as much as he physically could with the pregnancy. Laying my head against his chest I knew there was only one person who could give us the answers, my father.
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momachan · 1 year ago
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Batman: Curse of the White Knight (Batman: White Knight (2017).
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tomoleary · 10 months ago
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Sean Murphy - Batman: Curse of the White Knight #7 (2020) Source
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extraordinary-heroes · 2 years ago
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From “Batman: Curse of the White Knight" (2019). Written by Sean Gordon Murphy; Drawn by Sean Gordon Murphy, Colored by Matt Hollingsworth and lettered by AndWorld Design.
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moddeerling · 8 months ago
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Tenkai Issues
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the-ocean-is-trans · 7 months ago
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L.L McKinney is really serving up the bisexual disaster content we need. Girl wakes up in a castle with her girl crush waiting by her bedside. Girl flirts and admires girl crush's ripped biceps, despite already being in an entire ass relationship with a boy. Girl finds out her twinky bi boyfriend is being held prisoner in the castle and tears herself from her crush's muscular embrace to go find him. All this is happening while her boyfriend's ex-boyfriend is hanging out with her mom and grandmother.
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