#toxic yuri fight club

[j0ly0n]

yall still fw toxic yuri fight club?

[c0mmunicationbreakdown]

so i watched fight club

[whitechocolateanti]

girl interrupted but samtory

[wetlander]

fight club but it's yuri

[iamjacksartistry]

Tyler Durden if he was a girl!! Original character design made by j0ly0n ‼️🙏

[bigsharkguy]

old-ish doodles of my own fem fight club idea

[technofinch]

tonight i bring you another of god's perfect movies

[zombie-jed]

Here’s to toxic yaoi/yuri 🥂

Scream (1996), Jennifer’s Body (2010), Killing Eve (2018-2022), Gotham (2014-2019), Hannibal (2013-2015), Fight Club (1999), Chucky (2021-), The Walking Dead (2010-2022), Doctor Who (2005-), Saw III (2006), Saw V (2008), Heathers (1988), Interview with the Vampire (2022-), Saltburn (2023)

[j0ly0n]

usually I don't really care for genderbend AUs but there's something about yuri fight club that's so compelling to me... something something the standard of mother, wife and homemaker that we've sort of gotten over as a society but haven't bothered to replace with anything either... tyler "i'm wondering if another man is really the answer we need" durden... something about fem AU jack treating her body the way he treats his apartment in fc...... religious symbolism in fight club? let's talk about the original sin... something something consumerism something something beauty industry if you just buy enough you can make up for it all.... also something about "I wanted to destroy something beautiful" in this au's context that I can't elaborate on rn bc I'm at uni but do you feel me

[cup1drul3z]

★ — MY BLOODY VALENTINE | Ch 4

3.3ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ | ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ!ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

CW: Stalking, Angst, Smut, TOXIC yuri, death, murder, 1980s, mention of blood, depression, homophobia, masturbation, dub-con, size kink if you squint, mommy kink, corruption, virginity, fingering, this shit is dark - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

A/N: alright guys i really struggled with this chapter

You had barely disappeared around the corner—shoulders hunched, eyes burning, your footsteps echoing fast and uneven—when Sevika stepped out from the stairwell.

She’d seen everything.

The yelling. The tears. The way Jinx shouted those words like knives. The way everyone looked at you like you were a freak show instead of a person.

Her jaw was tight. Her fists clenched at her sides.

She was already planning it.

What she was going to say to Jinx. How far she’d have to go. Whether she could make it look like an accident.

But then—

“Um—hey.”

Sevika blinked.

A girl was standing awkwardly near her locker a few feet away. You recognized her vaguely—junior class, soft features, big glasses, sleeves too long for her arms. She was wringing the strap of her backpack like it had personally wronged her.

“I—I’m sorry,” she said quickly, voice pitching up. “I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop or anything—well, okay, I was. Kind of. But not on purpose!”

Sevika raised a brow. “Okay.”

The girl took a breath. “I was just wondering if, um, if you maybe wanted to go to the fall dance. With me. As my date.”

Silence.

Sevika blinked once. “What?”

The girl turned bright red.

“You don’t have to! I just thought—y’know, since you’re, like, really cool. And tall. And mysterious. And terrifying in kind of a sexy way—”

Behind her, two more girls peeked around the corner. One of them hissed, “Did she do it?!”

“Shut up, she’s doing it!” the other whispered.

Sevika looked past her, eyes narrowing.

There were at least four more girls across the hall blatantly staring, whispering, giggling behind their hands.

One of them had drawn a little heart on her binder with S + ? = a little doodle of a knife and a heart

“…What the fuck,” Sevika muttered under her breath.

The girl in front of her looked mortified. “I—um—I really admire your... shoulders?”

Sevika exhaled through her nose and ran a hand down her face.

“I’m busy,” she said flatly. “But… thanks?”

The girl lit up like she just got proposed to.

“Ohmygodokaycoolthankyousomuchbye!”

She scampered off, nearly tripping over her untied shoelaces as the rest of the little fan club squealed behind her and scattered like pigeons.

Sevika stood there for a moment, blinking at the empty hallway.

And muttered to herself, “This is so fucked.”

Because somehow, she was the one being stalked.

And still, the only person she wanted…

Was already slipping further away.

You ran until your lungs burned.

Away from the hallway. Away from the whispers. Away from Jinx. From everything.

You pushed open the side doors and stumbled into the courtyard, the quiet suddenly deafening after the chaos inside. The fall breeze hit your face, sharp and cold, your cheeks flushed and damp. Your chest heaved, your heart still thundering in your ears.

And then—you heard it.

A soft, frantic splashing.

Your head snapped toward the old stone fountain at the center of the courtyard. The water inside was murky from falling leaves, coins long-rusted beneath the surface.

Something small and pale flailed near the edge.

A bunny. Tiny. Soaked. Terrified.

Its fur clung to its body, ears flattened, back legs kicking helplessly as it tried to reach the ledge. You gasped and rushed over, dropping to your knees.

“Hey, hey—it’s okay, I’ve got you,” you whispered, reaching into the cold water and carefully scooping it up.

The bunny trembled in your hands, but didn’t fight.

You pulled off your jacket and wrapped it gently around the creature, cradling it like something precious. Fragile. Worth saving.

And you didn't even notice the eyes on you.

Sevika.

She stood by the edge of the courtyard, half-hidden behind the archway, watching in silence.

Her fists, once clenched in anger, were now loose at her sides.

She watched you pet the bunny’s wet head, your lips moving gently as you cooed to it. She watched you blink away tears—not for yourself, but for a tiny creature who couldn’t save itself.

And in that moment, she felt it again.

That aching pull toward you.

The way you were good. Still good.

Even in a world that chewed people up and left them hollow.

She swallowed thickly, something bitter caught in her throat.

You were soft. Bright. And she was the opposite. All edges and shadow. She’d killed. Lied. Manipulated.

She didn’t deserve you.

But she still wanted you.

She finally stepped into the courtyard fully, her boots crunching across the gravel.

You looked up, startled. “Sevika—”

Her eyes dropped to the bunny still curled in your arms, then back to you.

“I didn’t think anyone would come out here,” she said quietly.

You gave a shaky laugh. “I needed a break.”

She nodded, walking closer. Slowly. Carefully. Like you might scatter if she came too fast.

“You helped it,” she murmured, eyeing the bunny.

“Of course I did,” you said softly. “It would’ve drowned.”

She stared at you. Really stared.

You didn’t even realize you were still crying. You looked down, brushing your fingers over the bunny’s ear.

“The world needs more people like you”

Sevika looked at you like you were something she couldn’t figure out whether to touch or protect—or destroy just to keep.

And she thought: God, you don’t even realize what you’ve saved me from. Or what she was willing to do to keep you.

You sat there on the stone edge of the fountain, bunny wrapped snug in your jacket, its little chest rising and falling in tiny, panicked pants. You kept petting it gently, hoping your touch meant safety—meant life.

Sevika knelt beside you now, her elbows resting on her knees, watching you. Watching everything.

The curve of your lip when you focused. The way your thumb moved in slow, calming circles on the bunny’s fur. The faint redness in your eyes from crying.

You looked breakable.

And yet, you were the only thing in her life that felt real.

“Do you ever wonder,” Sevika said after a moment, voice low, “what people would do if they saw who you really are?”

You blinked over at her. “What?”

She didn’t look at you.

She kept her eyes on the water. The ripples left from the bunny’s panic still moved across the surface like echoes.

“If you screamed everything you ever felt in the middle of a hallway,” she continued, “told everyone your worst secrets. Who do you think would stay?”

You thought of Jinx. You thought of everyone’s faces turning. You thought of the silence.

“…I don’t know,” you said. “But it’d be nice if someone did.”

She finally looked at you. And there was something in her eyes that scared you more than the letter in your drawer or the camera in the bear.

Not anger. Not cruelty.

Devotion. The kind that swallows.

“I would,” Sevika said. “I will. No matter what.”

Your lips parted, something fragile forming in your throat, but the words never came.

She shifted closer, her shoulder brushing yours. Warm. Solid. Familiar.

“You’re so good,” she murmured, her eyes flicking to your hands still cradling the bunny. “And I’m…”

She trailed off. Her voice felt like it came from somewhere deep and rotten.

“You’re not bad,” you said softly, without thinking. “You’re just… hurt.”

That landed hard.

She looked away, jaw flexing like she might laugh or cry or destroy something. Maybe all three.

You didn’t see it—but she had to clench her hands into fists to stop herself from reaching out.

She didn’t deserve this. Your kindness. Your softness. Your mercy.

But she wanted it more than anything in the world.

Before you could say anything else, the bunny twitched slightly and tried to climb from your arms. You helped guide it to the ground gently. It paused there—drenched, tiny, trembling—then hopped off into the grass and disappeared.

You both watched in silence.

The sun was starting to dip, casting long golden shadows through the windows of the record store. Dust danced in the air, caught in the light between spinning racks of vinyl and fading posters of Bowie and Blondie. You were behind the counter, elbows on the register, flipping absentmindedly through an old zine while a synth-pop track played faintly in the background.

You didn’t notice her across the street.

But Sevika did.

She stood half-shielded in the alley beside the pharmacy, camera in hand, finger on the shutter.

Click.

Through the glass, she captured you mid-laugh as you leaned over the counter to grab something from under the register. Click. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Click. You looked up toward the window like you’d felt her—but your gaze passed right through.

She lowered the camera slowly, lips parted just slightly, like even now—after everything—she was stunned by how much she wanted.

Then—

“Creepy.”

The voice came from just behind her.

Sevika turned fast, hand tightening around the camera.

Mel.

Hands in her coat pockets, one brow raised, that casual, too-cool smirk on her face.

“You always do that with girls you like?” she asked. “Hide behind a dumpster with a telephoto lens?”

Sevika didn’t say anything.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t lie.

She just stared at her.

Mel’s smirk faded, but not into disgust.

Into… something more curious. Calculating.

After a beat, she tilted her head. “You know, most people would run away screaming.”

Sevika raised a brow. “But not you?”

Mel shrugged. “Not judging. I’ve done some stupid shit for people who didn’t even look at me the same way. Let alone the way she looks at you.”

That got Sevika’s attention.

Mel stepped forward, her voice quieter now, the smirk gone.

“I’m not saying I get it,” she said. “But I understand wanting someone so bad you forget where the line is. Hell, sometimes you don’t even see it anymore.”

Sevika studied her for a long moment.

“…You gonna tell her?”

Mel snorted. “Please. I’ve got my own mess to worry about.”

Then she turned to walk off, only pausing once to glance back.

“Just don’t hurt her,” she said. “At least not more than you already have.”

Sevika watched her go, fingers tightening around the camera.

And behind the lens?

Still you.

Still perfect.

Still hers.

The doorbell above the record store jingled softly as Mel walked in, letting the warmth and hum of the place wash over her. The light inside felt too normal compared to the weird, charged moment she’d just left outside.

You looked up from behind the counter instantly, eyes lighting up. “Hey! I thought you were off today?”

Mel shrugged coolly, brushing a few curls behind her ear. “I was bored. Figured I’d stop by and bug you for free music”

You smiled faintly. “Bold of you to assume I’d give you free music.”

“Bold of you to assume I’d pay for it,” she shot back, grinning as she leaned on the counter like nothing was wrong. Like she hadn’t just caught Sevika creeping in the alley with a camera like a slasher in a leather jacket.

You turned to adjust a display behind the register, and for a moment—just a moment—Mel’s smile faded.

Her eyes flicked to the window.

To the alley.

She knew Sevika was still out there. Watching. Lurking like she always did.

And yet… Mel said nothing.

No warnings. No dramatic confrontation. No “hey, I just caught your maybe-girlfriend being very weird.”

She just leaned back, hands in her jacket pockets, and said casually, “You seem lighter today. Happier.”

You glanced back at her, a little shy. “I think things are finally settling.”

Mel gave you a nod and a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Good,” she said. “You deserve that.”

And still—she didn’t say a word.

Because some people keep secrets out of fear. But Mel? She kept them because sometimes, it’s easier to let someone else carry the madness.

Especially when you’ve carried your own.

It was one of those rare moments—so rare, it felt weird—when Sevika wasn’t hovering. No shadow at your back. No lingering stare from across the hall. Just sun, breeze, and a quiet spot on the edge of the courtyard where you were sitting alone, eating a peanut butter sandwich and rereading an old issue of Sassy like it might magically cure your social anxiety.

Then—

“Mind if I sit?”

You looked up.

Vi.

Pink hair, chipped nail polish, black leather jacket that looked more lived-in than most houses. She wasn’t new. You’d seen her around plenty. She mostly stuck to her own crowd—loud kids, band kids, the ones who made out behind the gym and smoked behind the auto shop. The ones who knew stuff.

You blinked. “Uh… sure.”

She dropped down next to you with zero hesitation, pulling an apple from her jacket pocket and taking a bite like she’d been planning to sit with you all along.

“Didn’t feel like dealing with the mouth-breathers today,” she said, nodding toward the crowded picnic tables.

You laughed, just a little.

“Been meaning to talk to you,” Vi added, a little more casually. “You’ve had… a lot going on.”

You tensed slightly but nodded. “Yeah. That’s one way to put it.”

Vi glanced over at you, eyes sharp but not unkind. “You holding up?”

You looked down at your lunch. “Trying to.”

Vi just hummed. “Good. You don’t seem like the type to fall apart.”

And across the courtyard—

Click.

A camera shutter snapped from the shadows of the main building’s overhang.

Sevika.

Standing perfectly still, one foot braced against the wall, camera raised to her eye. She didn’t lower it right away. She just stared through the lens, watching Vi’s hand gesturing mid-sentence, watching you smile—not forced, not scared, just… soft.

Too soft.

Sevika’s eyes narrowed.

Click.

Another photo.

This one perfectly framed. Vi laughing. Your head tilted toward her. Almost close.

She lowered the camera slowly.

Her jaw tightened. And in her chest, that heavy, cold thing started pulsing again.

Because she hadn’t decided what Vi was yet.

But after that smile?

She knew she’d be watching.

The bell rang, loud and final, cutting through the courtyard chatter like a blade. Around you, kids scrambled to grab backpacks and shove the rest of their lunch in their mouths as they shuffled toward the building.

You stood up slowly, tucking your magazine into your bag, and turned to Vi with a soft smile.

“This was nice,” you said honestly. “I, uh… didn’t expect company today.”

Vi slung her bag over one shoulder and gave you a lopsided grin. “Yeah, well. I like catching people off guard.”

You started walking together toward the doors when she suddenly nudged you gently with her elbow.

“Hey,” she said. “You got a number I can call? Y’know—if I wanna check in, or drag you to a punk show.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh—yeah. But it’s my house line.”

“Old school,” Vi grinned. “I respect it.”

You reached into your bag, pulled out a pen, and scribbled your number onto the back of an old concert flyer she handed you.

“There,” you said, handing it back. “Just don’t call too late. My mom gets weird.”

“No promises,” she teased, tucking the paper into her pocket with a wink before disappearing into the building.

Across the courtyard, Sevika was still standing in the shadows.

She hadn’t moved.

Not when the bell rang. Not when the crowd shifted. Not even when Vi smiled at you like that.

Her fingers flexed around the camera. She didn’t take another photo.

She didn’t need to.

She had you memorized.

And now… someone else does too.

Backpacks were gone. Students filed inside, the bell echoing off the brick walls, swallowed by the closing doors.

Sevika hadn’t moved.

She stood in the shadow of the building, fists clenched at her sides, eyes still locked on the spot where you and Vi had stood—laughing, smiling, talking like Sevika wasn’t even real anymore. Like she was just background.

Her jaw ticked.

She was still holding the camera.

And then—

“Hey, Sevika!”

The voice was light. Breathless. Stupid.

She turned slowly.

Her. One of the fanclub girls. The one with the braces and glitter lip gloss. Her name might’ve been Marcy, or Macy—it didn’t matter.

She was alone. Too excited. Too trusting.

“I saw you out here and I was wondering if you wanted to, like, hang sometime? Just us?” She smiled, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. “I know it’s lame but I think you’re, like, the hottest girl in school and—”

Sevika didn’t speak.

Didn’t blink.

Didn’t even pretend to be polite.

She took one slow step forward.

The girl faltered. “I—I mean, I’m not weird or anything, I just—”

Another step.

The smile on the girl’s face flickered. “Are you… okay?”

Sevika didn’t answer.

And the school?

Didn’t have cameras. Couldn’t afford them.

No one else was around. No teachers. No students. Just the soft breeze brushing through the trees and the quiet snap of her camera as it slipped back into her bag.

She didn’t even need a weapon.

Not really.

By the time the bell for the next period rang, the courtyard was still empty.

Too empty.

And Sevika?

She walked back inside like nothing happened—just another student.

Marcy’s body wouldn’t be found until late that evening, stuffed behind the supply shed, her lip gloss crushed beneath a bootprint that didn’t match her size.

The local news blared in the living room while your mom chopped vegetables in the kitchen, half-paying attention. You were frozen in place, standing just inside the hallway, watching the screen like it might swallow you.

“—the victim, identified as seventeen-year-old Marcy Blanchard, was found earlier this evening behind the Southside supply shed on the campus of Silverpine High. Officials say the scene was ‘brutal,’ and that the student body is being advised to travel in pairs—”

You felt sick.

Your heart pounded as the anchor droned on about school safety policies and increased police presence. You barely made it up the stairs before your legs gave out and you collapsed onto your bed, trying to blink back the tears stinging behind your eyes.

You were about to go grab the phone to call Sevika when—

Rrrriiiiing.

The house phone on your nightstand lit up, the old green LED blinking with an incoming call. You grabbed it quickly, expecting her name. Hoping for it.

“Hello?”

At first, just static.

Then— A voice.

Disoriented. Distorted. Like it was being dragged through broken wires.

“Stay. Away. From. Her.”

Your breath caught. “Wh—who is this?”

“You think you’re special?” the voice hissed. “You think you get to smile and flirt and walk away untouched?”

“Please,” you whispered. “What do you want—”

“Stop talking to her. Or next time, they won’t find the body.”

Click.

The line went dead.

You sat there shaking, your fingers white-knuckled around the receiver as you slowly hung it up. Then you turned and immediately redialed Sevika’s number.

She picked up after two rings.

“Hey,” she said, calm as ever.

“Someone just called me,” you gasped. “They were—distorted, I don’t know who it was, but they knew about Vi. They said—God, Sevika, they said next time they won’t find the body—”

“Shhh,” she soothed. “Breathe. I’ve got you.”

You nodded against the receiver, trying not to fall apart completely. “Can you come over?”

A pause.

“I don’t think I should tonight.”

Your chest caved in.

“What? Why not?”

“It’s not safe,” she said carefully. “Whoever that was—if they’re watching, I can’t risk leading them to you. I’ll call tomorrow.”

You tried not to cry. Tried to be brave. But the line went quiet for a second too long, and your voice cracked.

“Okay.”

You hung up. You didn’t want to.

And when you turned your light off and crawled into bed, you couldn’t stop the tears from spilling down your cheeks.

Across town, in a dimly-lit room—

Sevika sat in front of her boxy CRT TV, the grainy black-and-white feed humming softly.

On the screen: you.

Curled up under your blanket, shoulders shaking.

Tears sliding silently down your cheeks.

She leaned back, arms crossed, eyes glued to the screen.

She could’ve come over.

But this?

This was better.

This was punishment. This was reminder. This was control.

And God, you were beautiful when you cried.

@glittzygorilla @vxtanne31 @leeidk87 @spinback-kiva @ half-of-a-gay @alessabriel @h3rprinc3zz

[iamjacksartistry]

IM GOING FUCKING INSANE IM RIPPING MY SHIRT OPEN LIKE A WOLF

girls…

[lix5erfu]

about me:

I’m 21 years old: English is not my first language so I can do some mistakes when it comes to writing

I usually go by she/her pronouns, but feel free to refer me as any pronouns to be honest I don’t care

I’m a lesbian

I’m also multifandom, so I’ll reblog or talk about my interests as well, I love music, movies, TV shows, artworks, poetry, literature, books and fanfiction

I have a lot of ships and I’m not going to discuss or judge you at all and let them ship but if you feel uncomfortable with some content I reblog or talk about, feel free to unfollow me. yes, I had read your dni basic criteria, but I probably followed you because of your artwork. Who’s probably about something I enjoy or you’re just interested about something I’m also into.

and just to make clear: if you’re a minor, be aware that I can sometimes reblog or talk about +18 topics, but of course, I wouldn’t talk about it to you. I’m not a weirdo.

movies and tv shows list:

fight club, mr. robot, hemlock grove, primal fear, daria bandersnatch, black mirror, Hannibal, dexter, antiviral 2012, donnie darko, mysterious skin, sharp objects, yellowjackets, the boys, dark, you, raw 2016, the vvitch, twilight, Jennifer’s body, possession, my own private Idaho, killing eve (I’ll probably update it later if I remeber something else)

ships list:

soapshipping, goldrose, hannigram, colfan/stolin, tyrelliot, romancek, Hanno (Noah x jonas), mosercest, butchie, Mike waters x scott favor, venom x eddie, jennifer x needy, bellice, almost every yellowjackets pairings, villaneve (basically toxic yaoi and yuri)

Others:

please feel free to dm me. I love to make friends! and speak about our mutual interests. Don’t be shy to send me an ask too. I will answer you the best way I can, and I want more moots as well ♡

You also find me on my other social Media:

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pinned edit credits to: @filmluvgraph

Thanks for reading!

[babybluebanshee]

Everyone also moans and complains about Jane not getting to be gay in is it fall yet, but when Quinn gets an obvious gay awakening with Lindy in is it college yet - and really, throughout the whole show, what with her never having a relationship with a guy long enough to last the entire episode, her obvious discomfort when it comes to physical attention from men (bailing on the couples portion of the modeling class, her “no slow dancing” rule, her unwillingness to choose a steady boyfriend, her refusal to tell guys she likes them first, the one time she does do that blowing up in her face), and her much deeper relationships with the other girls in her life - when I wanna talk about that, everyone’s asleep. So much of Quinn’s development is going from seeing other women as competition to seeing them as friends and that friendship as something to fight for, to the point where she would rather be honest with Lindy about her drinking, knowing she’ll get defensive and angry and might never talk to her again, and then quits the fashion club rather than deal with the toxicity of it anymore, and is overjoyed when the others decide to dissolve it completely and just be friends. I could write essays about how this character arc is beautifully illustrated in her relationship with Sandy (who I'm convinced Quinn has a complicated crush on for most of the show) and how she fully starts to realize that about herself after meeting Lindy, but if I did I would be late for work, so maybe some other time.

Bottom line: Quinn is gay, you got your toxic yuri in the second movie, stop crying about Jane not getting to sleep with Allison.

[iamjacksartistry]

Is this fight club yuri

[cassyapper]

also i had a dream a while ago that basically gave me the whole plot so on the side of the side i have been developing this like. magical girl adjacent story that's like. okay so

there are these 17 year old catholic girls and they think they exemplify the seven heavenly virtues, like they think that's where their power is drawing from. they go to an all-girls catholic school in their daily lives. but by night they go around fighting demons that manifest in the world. it's a woman only club because something about eve being the one to bite the apple first and all that

but the twist is that they do not actually exemplify the seven heavenly virtues. they actually exemplify the seven deadly sins. they get their power from the desire that can lead to virtue OR to sin. and the way theyre utilizing their power makes them representative of sin, not virtue. this leads to a fun mix and match up cause of how they think theyre the virtues instead. so like:

sloth thinks she is humility. "why do something if im not important enough to change something" she thinks she is jsut being self aware of her importance (and lack thereof). really she doesnt have a spine or give a damn

pride thinks she is justice because she mistakes her liking of attention and praise as not her main motivation for the things she does but just a nice side effect. she likes it when people praise her. she does things for the reaction

wrath thinks she is diligence (chasing after people needlessly jsut to scratch her itch for vengeance but she thinks it's jsut her doing her due diligence)

lust thinks she is generosity (she knows she's desired by people (platonically or otherwise) so she thinks she's doing a kindness by jumping around between who she puts all her time and attention and affection on, then leaving suddenly. she doesnt have a good conception that a real friendhsip is based on time and she's not self aware enough to know she jsut enjoys the attention not the people in of themselves)

i'm still working on envy/greed/gluttony but currently i have it that envy thinks she is like chastity (shes like well of course i WANT what you all have but im being virtuous hy not having it. but pointing out you do. is all. you should be the one to feel bad tbh), green thinks she is patience (like "oh i'm just saving everything... you know, for later." but later never comes), and gluttony thinks she is hope/faith (help teach others to have hope by. controlling what they get. only those with hope get rewarded more with their faith. right)

as for the actual plot it kicks off with the previous wrath/diligence being killed cause she got too impulsive and failed to retreat when necessary so she is killed by the demon they were facing. she does kill it in turn but yknow. she also still dies. so there's a hole on the team now. they need all hands on deck though because it is ash wednesday, the beginning of lent. lent is the most dangerous time, it's when demons leak in from eveeryyywhere cause the risk of temptation is so much higher

so they need a replacement and fast. so pride/justice goes looking for a new wrath. she knows she's endangering another girl by doing it but she doesnt care because wants to keep feeling important like being a magical girl gives her, so she'll do it. however to cope with the fact she knows it's dangerous she decides to recruit and "save" this girl that's around her age that works aprt time at a corner store. cornerstore clerk girl smokes cigarettes and dyes her hair and isn't religious so pride/justice, in addition to just wanting to continue feeling important, chooses her because she wants to justify her attraction to her. because yeah. pride/justice may or may not have a crush on. oh the yuri is toxic in this one

the other girls dont have a runnerup so they agree with pride/justice's choice (especially because she's so damn haughty about it) and they begin to try and get corner store girl to go along with them. yeah it's a pretty unsubtle metaphor for evangelism.

the procedure in getting this new wrath to accept her role is what makes the girls realize though. like its never immediate when someone says yes to a holy mission anyway, but especially for a non catholic girl it’s crazy like corner store girl is not interested. but they keep insisting and they keep getting more and more manipulative in their respective sins to do it.

they think shes turning monstrous with how angry shes getting but then they realize theyre the ones changing shape and yeah. the judas and jesus imagery between pride/justice and cornerstore is gonna go crazy but you wont know which is which until pride/justice kisses cornerstore to convince her to come to "one last meeting" (for those who don't know kissing jesus is how judas signaled to the romans he was the one they wanted)

anyway im still deciding what exactly happens at that "last meeting" but the girls kinda force cornerstore down and try to forcefully convert her and from here we have two outcomes:

instead of becoming a magical girl, their meddling makes cornerstore demonic and she turns into a monster and they have to fight her. they dont kill her buttt yeah. the fact they could turn her into a demon makes them realize err. um. we are demonic in nature. uh oh

Only the girls become demons/monstrous and cornerstore is the one who has to fight them. and despite not using the lord one way or another she beats them

they All turn into monsters and fight. learning toward this option but we'll see

however it goes though, ^ this is all in a cathedral. suuuper dramatic and stuff

despite everything they all live i think because redemption is important to me and its not the main girls’ faults they were groomed into this, especially because they are so young still (this is the only reason i have them as schoolgirls in fact). in the end it's a commentary on the indoctrination of the church and allthat so

buuut yeah. thinkign about it all. #awesome

[kousaka-ayumu]

My OCs if they we're in the TWST x EAH au by @sayuricorner

Moonlight Bloom/Midnight Rose:

They made a welcome performance for the EAH transfers.

Sonomi gifted them transvaal daisy representing friendship.

Yumeri is apart of the fashion club as Poppy, Lizzie and Ashlynn.

Kaida bonded with Briar with the sleepy related stuff even though Kaida had an EVEN worse sleeping schedule.

Mizuko is Coral's older sister figure.

Taiyou racing with Cerise, Ramona, and Jack(Also pranked the daylights out of Cerise with made the latter laugh)

Hokori being DJ buddies with Melody.

Farah helping out Goldie with her studies.

Sonomi getting along with Ashlynn and Hunter.

Bastien Korbin:

Yuri is an absolute nervous wreck with Briar and Feybelle.

Alain accidentally blinded them with his smile.(Which pretty ironic, that he was blind himself)

Chris doing sword fights with Daring and Darling

Geneva thrown a party for the transfers(and doesn't add alcohol cause she might get beheaded by Riddle)

Raclette would often teamed up with Adira and Farah and try to matchmake Goldie and Jamil often end to no success.

Twisted Critters:

Samara almost revealed that she's a vampire but Bernice, Sonomi and Raymond covered that for her.

Bernice racing alongside Cerise, Ramona, and Jack.

Rye and Ginger being the Kitchen Buddies.

Raymond didnt mind Melody's music would often listen to them.

Adira 🤝 Cupid: Matchmakers

Apollo being the emotional support they are to Goldie, Ashlynn and Hunter.

Kalpana is apart of the fashion club as well as the art club.

Stella being an protective sister figure towards Coral.

Meadow Dawn:

Just like Moonlight Bloom, they made a welcome performance for the EAH transfers.

Fuyumi is worried about Apple but didn't know what to help her.

Seiza bonded with Apple due to having a toxic parent in their life.

Hoseki being an emotional support for the transfers after getting therapy herself.

Risumi doesn't care who's their parent, she just treated them the same way.

Marerick Oscar:

Hansika being dance girlies with Justine

Nina and Cosmo playing hide and seek.

Leverne messing around with Apple by "accidentally" pairing her up with Neige.

Sorry there was supposed to be more related to the other 6 members of Marerick Oscar but nothing came up 😭.