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ok gang considering I’m comfy and active on my multi now and my dash is essentially the same I think miss noemi will be moving there so will continue threads @memuntos

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my coworkers were talking about what olympic sport we think we could qualify for and I think noemi would be unnaturally good at fencing

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this wasn’t noemi’s first rodeo. she couldn’t remember exactly when she had gone to a funfair the last time sober. there was something about carnivals that lost their charm after a certain age. when you’re old enough to see the fatigue in the worker’s eyes and paranoid enough to catch the creaking of temporary rollercoaster bolts, it doesn’t exactly feel the same without a little help. so she didn’t hesitate to take seiko up on their offer and an hour in, despite walking in circles, noemi was having the time of her life. colours floated by her and she felt weightless as they weaved through bodies. anytime she spoke her words came accompanied by a fit of giggles that only increased in volume with seiko’s response.

when her friend pointed off into the distance, she immediately stopped to narrow her eyes at the spinning carousel. the longer she looked, the dizzier she got until she had to clap a hand on seiko’s shoulder to steady herself. “ i dunno if that’s jesus, t-b-h i actually don’t remember what jesus looks like. but if you think that’s jesus then i believe you. ” her other hand had found it’s place on seiko’s shoulder so she could fix them with a serious look. in that moment, the most important thing to noemi was that seiko knew she believed them. she would always believe her best friend even when she was as high as a kite.

“ whoa whoa whoa, relaaax. ” she tightened her grip and gave them one overly rough shake. “ don’t be stupid, obviously you’re not dead. cause if you were dead, then i’d be dead and that means we’re both dead. and that can’t happen because i said yesterday, if you die, i’m gonna revive you only so i can kill you myself. so that means i have to be alive, right ? ” she nodded once as if that was the only logical explanation. her head swivelled around sharply to examine their surroundings as if seeing it for the first time. “ your jesus could be a curse though in which case we’re soooooo fucked. ”

are you finding jesus right here in this carnival or something? 

maybe taking an edible at the gates wasn't their best idea. but seiko knows a guy, who in turn knows another guy, so when the offer for a discount came through on their phone an hour before, it just seemed right. as though the fates surely do align so that you and your best friend can hallucinate god in the middle of a shitty festival that smells largely like popcorn, vaguely like piss. seiko can't claim to be an expert, but they know they're tweaking, they have to be. right? because noemi asks are you finding jesus right here in this carnival or something? and they look to her, lips forming an incredulous ' o ' and eyes blown wide as if to say obviously ?!

“ uh, yeah . . . - ” they stop walking to cast an arm out, gesturing towards the carousel. “ - . . . he's on the pink horse waving at me. you don't see him? ” they ask, brows creasing in vague worry, because if she doesn't see him, what does that mean. what does any of this mean, truly? a laugh shakes their shoulders, caught somewhere been terrified and hysterical. “ oh my god, am i dying? am i dead? this is how he's come for me? i'm not even religious, am i going to hell, noemi? ”

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noemi felt at ease among the thick brambles and tall trees that cast zigzagging long shadows in their path. it was but a small reprieve from her usual duties and one she greatly appreciated. in a small patch of sunlight she lifted her head and basked in the warmth that had broken through after the tumultuous storm. it was talla’s voice that brought her back to reality. “ i did tell you that ‘not too small, but not too large’ is a terrible measure of size, right ? i still stand by that. ” noemi planted herself in her spot and scanned the floor of the forest with her hands on her hips. her dark brows pinched in concentration and shot up when she had found her mark. she practically pounced on the stick as if it would grow legs and walk away if she took too long. “ aha ! i found one ! ” she marched her treasure back to the mage with a proud grin split across her face. noemi presented the small leafy branch to her and beamed. “ i think it’s perfect if i do say so myself. ”

STARTER CALL. ... @fuebruja

rain and ozone scent the air the humidity, thick even in the storm's retreat, cloying. her nose faintly wrinkles, distaste shaping the ginger movements of her body as the mage picks her way down the trail. she sidesteps the puddles that ooze across the beaten dirt, eyes raptly forward. her search, single-minded if not ... distracted. half-aware of her companion's steps, her pace does not slow. "it doesn't have to be very large. a twig will suffice."

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Andi Agostiin every episode of REBELDE (2022-) | 1.06 Salvame

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plotting call 🫰🏽

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i think about my muses and their social media presence constantly and i know for a fact that noemi would be the girly on tiktok who posts fits or just mundane things but knows she looks hot doing it and has all the straight girls questioning themselves

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noemi sat with one leg tucked under her and the other just barely touching the floor if only to pivot her back and forth in the chair. she had been chided more than once for her inability to sit still but it did little to stop an old habit that would surely only die with her. her friend sprawled across the bed was no better. mina’s hands were constantly in motion and noemi watched like it was meant to be a synchronized dance routine.

throughout the entirety of their time together, noemi had a grin stretched across her face. she liked mina. and she knew she would like her since the first time she had met her despite the circumstances involving her terrible taste in men. everyone had some red flags and being entrapped in shitty relationships was something noemi could overlook. when she had sucker punched the guy mina had been seeing at the time, things could’ve easily gone south very quickly. but instead of exploding into a cat fight, the two girls had left the bar arm in arm and in that moment, noemi knew they’d become inseparable.

mina’s theory on the workings of her brain caused a laugh to catch in the back of her throat. she swallowed down the fit of giggles and instead, splayed her hand across her chest with a faux gasp. “ i can’t believe you have so little faith in me. soooo little faith that you think this … ” she leaned forward in her seat so she was closer to eye level with her friend and tapped the side of her head with one slender finger. “ … this bad boy’s gonna run out of things to say. i’ve got more than just one devious world locked in here. ” little did mina know how literal her words were and that’s what made their friendship that much more fun. they were two peas in a pod but with nothing short of a whole world unknowingly between them.

when she fell back into the chair it slid back on its wheels. with her arms crossed over her chest she shook her head defiantly. “ in fact, a non believer like yourself doesn’t even deserve my ted talk. ” noemi’s restless fingers found a pen and spun it between her fingers like a drum stick. her eyes wandered around the room momentarily before a thought came to her and she pointed the pen at mina, only inches away from her nose. “ but forget all that, you owe me an update. what’s the next tour stop and have i kissed ass enough for your manager to let me tag along ? ”

@fuebruja sent: are you going to make me do a ted talk about my devious inner world? / accepting.

mina hums thoughtfully, flipping over on the mattress and hanging her head off the edge of the bed to stare at noemi, doe eyes wide ( as though trying to see through her into said inner world ), before her expression splits into a decidely teasing grin.

❛ that depends, ❜ she says, finally, reaching a hand up to clumsily gesture in mid - air, palm tilting side to side in the universal eh gesture, ❛ just how deep does your devious inner world go? 'cause, like, if you don't have enough to talk about, i don't wanna listen to you repeating the same thing in different words to try to meet the word count, y'know? ❜ her hand flops backwards, reaching over her head and dangling off the bed as she stretches her hand in her friend's direction. her fingers wiggle playfully. ❛ but to be honest, i feel like you've got a lot going on in there. ❜

she laughs, reaching her arms up for one last stretch before moving back onto her stomach — hanging upside down like that was making her a little dizzy, though she'd never admit it — and resting her chin against her hands. ❛ like ... i've seen that look — and don't look confused, 'cause i know you know what look i mean — in your eyes before. i know what you're capable of, and you could totally use it for ... deviousness if you wanted to. which i feel like you could totally want to. ❜

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too bad your phones gone. your fans would die if they could see you now. \ from ayame <3

the shattered screen of her phone mockingly stared up at her. in it’s cracked pieces she could see ten different versions of herself frowning down at the device. she crouched down and scooped up what remained of it, cradling the pieces like a wounded animal. it was a rookie move on her part, she knew that. noemi wasn’t usually so careless with her belongings but sometimes all it takes is a demon to grab you by the ankle and wave you around like a rag doll for all your personal items to go flying. she could still feel her skull rattling in her brain from the memory and she shook her head clear of the reminder. “ oh eat a dick, yams. it was one time ! ” she picked up a small plastic piece of her phone and chucked it at the other venkari in retaliation.

“ if my fans really needed to see me, we could always go old school. webcam that shit like illegal cam girls. ” she shot her mission partner a cheeky grin as she straightened back up. noemi’s latest brilliant idea revolved around becoming influencers. the last time she had pitched it to ayame her reasonings had centered around the fact that noemi thought they were too hot and cool to sit around and not make passive income. you know, in case the whole demon hunting business goes bankrupt, she had said with great conviction. her first and last live had garnered a whopping five viewers, two of them being her peers and no one ever let her hear the end of it. “ but anyways, that’s old news. we’re too busy to be on screen often so i think the next move is crypto. ” she nodded firmly before looking back down at her hands with a scowl. “ how much you think i’ll need to beg for them to replace this again ? ”

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noemi doesn’t get a chance to really connect with her mexican heritage as an orphan so she seeks it out as she grows up. one of the first things she does is slowly teach herself spanish, and one night when she’s high as shit off a gummy and a black cat somehow makes its way into her room (read: she went to go toss out the trash and didn’t notice this cat trailing behind her), she rapidly googles how to say shadow in spanish and thus the name sombra for her new cat is born.

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𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘,   (a prompt list lifted from the novel/book with the same name, by ivy tholen, triggers for gore, violence, blood, injuries and general horror will be present. change pronouns as you see fit)

is this a joke? please tell me this is a joke.

i put the car in reverse and managed to drive away unseen.

i was never going to walk away from this.

please don’t make me do it.

i’ve already given you enough therapy material for the next thirty years.

stop it! you’re going to kill us both!

too bad your phones gone. your fans would die if they could see you now.

it’s like licking copper pipes covered in sand.

i can’t have you bleed to death.

nobody ever becomes a professional musician anyway.

you’ll probably become an accountant or something.

i’m not going to kill you. i’m just going to end your life.

too rough for you?

someone will see this and call the cops. they’re coming for you.

they ain’t gonna catch me.

you confessed to everything and provided enough evidence to convict you.

this is texas. you’re gonna fry.

i don’t have it in me to mutilate you.

you have to die, but you don’t have to slasher movie die.

i wasn’t going to put all of this online.

it’s better to go out with a bang, right?

i can help you. it doesn’t have to end this way.

what is done can be undone. please call me.

you put on a freaky costume and stalked her.

is this a joke? where are you? what did you do?

you’re a real sick piece of shit.

they think it’s fake! should i be offended or flattered?

i’m less and less scared the longer were up here.

oh my god, why are you acting like this is a party?

are you really in a position to mock me?

oh what are you going to do? kill me?

you decided. you decided before we even got here.

you just lied to yourself and said you’d spare me so you’d feel less like a villain.

well, i can’t exactly put all this online. or can i?

who would agree to do that for you?

it was hard to decide to kill you. you don’t deserve it. not like the rest of them.

of course you did. why wouldn’t you?

you butchered them. how are you not drenched in blood?

you put up a fight though, more than i expected.

who wouldn’t want to stare into these bette davis eyes for eternity?

does this mean your idea of heaven is staring at yourself in the mirror?

i don’t care anymore. just tell me what you’re going to do.

you must be in as much pain as i am, right?

how can a person be mopey and anxious at the same time?

so i’m pathetic. you’re pathetic. we’re kindred spirits.

are you finding jesus right here in this carnival or something? 

i’m miserable. i thought it would make me feel better.

when i first decided to do this, i planned to kill you.

i didn’t want to mangle you or make you suffer.

why? we had a deal. why did you kill her?

give us a story and we’ll stick to it.

people never really give each other the benefit of the doubt.

everything is too much, right? you get it?

have you ever felt like the entire world is turning against you?

they’re so cute i could steal them and take them home.

i mean, i can’t say no to ice cream.

it would be better than murdering your friends in cold blood.

right, right. shouldn’t talk shit about the dead. my bad.

you’re such a little fighter, trying to find a weapon. i respect that.

you’d do anything for a friend, wouldn’t you?

we we’re never that close. you’d sell me out in a secound.

we’ll say we never saw the killer without his mask.

technically, you have to be crazy to kill someone in general.

i’ve seen this asshole in action. if he wanted you dead, you would be.

i will be right back and i will have cops with me.

one a scale of one to ten, how screwed are we?

can you enjoy a moment without researching it?

can you enjoy a moment without documenting it for your followers?

why didn’t you save me? i would’ve saved you.

if you’re not going to hurt me, can i leave?

i don’t even know who you are. you’re wearing a mask.

in fact, don’t hide at all. i’m not going to hurt you.

i already played hide and seek with [name], i’m bored with that game.

i can’t die in a room that smells like feet and old coffee.

can we please not refer to anyone in the past tense?

why are you telling me this right now?

you’re not crazy. i’m sorry if i made you feel that way.

i need you to know in case something happens.

we’ll be testifying at this asshole’s trail.

do whatever your little heart tells you.

i can’t touch a dead body.

he’ll find us. he’s had no trouble so far. it’s like he can teleport.

shouldn’t we hide as best as we can and wait?

there’s no happy ending for me. i threw it all away.

i’m pissed off and what you’re witnessing is me doing my best to feel better.

i’m not taking off the fucking mask. i might take yours off though.

it’s hard to hear anything inside this mask.

there’s never a good reason to murder people, you’re crazy.

if you run, i’ll catch you.

don’t run. i’m not moving. you don’t move neither.

i’m smashed up too. won’t be stopping me.

am i a horrible person if i say no?

it’s like you said. we have to save ourselves.

since when did you become a badass?

did we learn our lesson about dropping our weapons in front of murderers?

i’m light headed. i can’t do this much longer.

aren’t you dumbasses supposed to be hiding from me?

do you have a death wish? because i sure don’t.

you can tell me. are you the killer?

you told her to act like a kitty and fall asleep. it’s your fault.

how do you kill someone with a carousel?

we’re putting people in coffins?

when you see blood, you know blood, you feel blood.

if we don’t die, you wanna get married?

we’re going to die, aren’t we?

there’s a psycho in a cloak and mask chasing us around and you want to go into a haunted house?

you sound like the hero in an action movie. no one talks like that.

what if it’s more than one person?

do you have your phone with you?

this isn’t nearly as fun as i imagined it would be.

this night needs to end.

that fucking carousel music. it’s going to be stuck in my head for days.

fair enough. conversation dead and buried.

ugh. i don’t want to talk about this anymore.

if i tried to do that, i’d break my neck.

dude, this isn’t school. you don’t have to raise your hand.

people like to think they can survive a dangerous situation.

look, you don’t have to if you don’t want too.

never mind getting caught, how are we going to get home?

i want to go to college next year, not prison.

we need to get it done so we can explore the creepy abandoned carnival.

if people don’t want to ride with me, i’m not going to hold them hostage.

why are we playing along with this circus?

i’d sooner die than be so close to a body of water.

we’re breaking into a carnival with all our friends.

i’m a bad enough driver as it is.

i know for a fact she almost didn’t get an invite.

i read about it in an article on women’s self-defense.

i wouldn’t call me names if i were you.

you’re not a teeny bit concerned i might try to finish the job later?

i paid attention and learned.

are we all getting the picture now?

i can’t carry you. you’ll have to stay here.

i didn’t want to leave her there. i had no choice.

check yourself and make sure you’re okay.

yeah and the brown stuff is dried blood.

scared your name will be there?

your story was hard to believe.

i don’t want you to be freaked out about something when it probably means nothing.

maybe you’re putting together a pattern that isn’t really there.

i noticed something weird. you can’t call me crazy if i tell you.

what if we’re the only ones left?

it’s not about physical strength. we’re smarter than him.

the clock is running out for some people.

take off your mask.

if you’re going to kill me anyway, you might as well tell me who you are.

maybe i’ll take her and leave her in chunks. maybe i already have.

it’s not about not liking you. i don’t particularly dislike any of you. 

i’m curious, have you wondered why i’m doing this? what’s my motivation?

if i were in your shoes, i’d have so many questions.

turn around and look at me. it’s hard to hear anything inside this mask.

this doesn’t feel like reality. is it? is this really happening?

don’t joke about [name] hurting people. 

let’s not get too upset. emotions breed mistakes.

i don’t want him to go to jail. i want him dead.

if i see him again, i’m going to take your hammer and bash his brains in.

i wish i’d drilled a hole in his head when i had the chance.

it’s like there’s a million spiders running down my neck.

he killed my best friend. if i get my chance, i’m going to make him pay.

i picked it up when we ran.

he’s in here somewhere.

we have to keep running or we have to find a better hiding spot.

we also have to be prepared to fight.

i’m gonna hurl. it smells like lemon, cheese and metal in here.

see. carousel as murder weapon.

i’m serious. this is life or death.

all you have to do is curl up like a kitty and fall asleep.

then he found me. the gross tongue mask from before.

can you come here? i’m so high i’m hallucinating. or i hope i am.

move as fast as you can while we still have light.

did you put your arm around me to guide me into the building or so i could hold you?

my immortal soul just drifted up. just now. it bloomed.

mmm, grilled cheese. i should of gotten another one at dinner.

if i have to fight him, i’m playing for keeps.

it could be anyone. we can let the cops play detective.

i’m less concerned with who he is and more concerned with getting out alive.

you think it’s the same guy?

that has nothing to do with right now.

did you think i wouldn’t see you?

are we going to make it out alive?

we’re going the long way around to the house of horrors.

will you please get off the ground?

there was supposed to be a guard here tonight, wasn’t there?

i’d rather die than eat anything sweet.

i’m not so high that i can’t outrun this guy or even take him down.

you can’t go looking for them alone.

[name] is dead and if we don’t leave this carnival, so are we.

if you want to leave, go.

i’m going to try to find the others.

i have no idea what you’re talking about. we gotta go.

something something no man left behind.

we. can’t. leave. them.

we won’t be able to help the others if we’re dead.

there is someone in a black hooded cloak and demon mask.

it’s a scare actor costume from the carnival.

we have to get outta here.

well, i welcome him to come to me, i’ll kick his fucking ass!

why do i automatically assume people are dead?

what if everyone is dead?

we’re more likely to be arrested than murdered.

one hour and i’ll be done. sixty little minutes and it’s over.

god, i really don’t want to be here.

if i stop, it’s over, i’m dead.

you never know if you’ll get stuck without a bathroom when you need it.

i can’t wrap my head around one person wanting us dead. what could we have done to two?

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fun fact of the day: noemi has gotten scolded a number of times by her higher ups for taking inspiration from her top secret agency missions and putting them in the storyline for the games she develops. but with her fellow venkari it’s now a game between them all to find the easter eggs she’s put in and see if they recognize any npcs

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do any of yall categorize your muses as what sort of character they’d be in a novel? ie. a main, side, antagonist, etc.? I typically don’t write muses I’d consider main characters on tumblr, most of my tumblr muses are side characters. noemi would be that side character that everyone’s so intrigued by that they get a spin off novella that adds to the lore

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the vibes of persona 5 are simply so 😗🤌

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their people had long since forgone trust. trust had brought them to their knees and they would no longer be made to bow. it was difficult to look the princess in the eyes and not see the past running deep in her marrows. from the honey swirling in dark pools of brown to the carved cheekbones of her sharp features, her athyan ancestry was painted clear as day across her face. but there was something notably different about her. even the wind, kissing a warm flush against her cheeks, sang a sweeter melody than usual that night. the universe was doing its best to convince noemi to open the doors of her world to the noble. she wasn't one to be easily convinced, but her eyes searched the other's and her grip on the scythe loosened a fraction.

" of all people, you must understand princess, words are nothing but hollow. " the wind howled around the dragon warrior, as if arguing with her. she paid little attention to the chill that filled the cavern and steadied her gaze shams. " you grovel, " she simply stated and her steely eyes hardened. " it is unbecoming of a woman of your status. " the words are said with inquiry rather than judgment. on one hand, it was not the first time she had come across a traveler who promised them nothing short of the world. one who oohed and awed at their claws, their scales, not in admiration but in possession. conversely, noemi recognized that a great deal of humility was needed for a noble to practically beg for their union. when the girl's eyes darted to her wings, she unfurled them like a whip. her defense heightened but she made no move to attack. she simply observed.

" i will accept your help, " she started warily. " but you must prove yourself, your highness. " noemi's voice echoed off the stony walls and her shadow crawled up the sides until it cast a large shade over the two. in the darkness, her gray eyes glowed like a storm brewing in the night. " help is not something your people have ever offered us and help is not something we have ever asked for. when the athyans, your athyans, took and took, we created from the little that remained. and we will protect what remains with our lives. " the wind rippled around the pair as her leathery wings bat once in the space between them. in the blink of an eye, and with a speed previously unseen in the ancient dragons, noemi stood closer to the princess than she ever had before. her eyes pierced into hers with a challenge. " you have one chance to make your offering, daughter of the sun. and shall i deem it acceptable, we will accept what you propose. " a silence fell between them for a second, and all that could be heard was the water lapping up against the mountain edge. " and if not, i will spare you this once, but advise you to never set foot on our land ever again. "

@fuebruja: there is no power but what the people allow you to take.

``     i have no interest in taking.    `` the words come out different than they usually do. had she been standing in front of one of her people, she would have held herself together a bit better, but this was quite different. shams won't realize it herself, but all of this comes from a want to run away. and once she does understand what is going on, she will see that it is a slow, sinking realization. it has been one whole year since she has been tortured. one whole year since her wings were taken away from her. and all she has done was avoid her feelings by busying herself, by helping her people as much as she can. but she will feel it slip through the gaps between her fingers soon enough, helpless to stop its course. and suddenly everything grows muddled, molding, rotting before she has a chance to root it out— and all she can do is wait, as she looks at noemi's way.

her head moves to the other side, then. she glares at the body of water that surrounds the mountain range. it is beautiful, she thinks to herself. suddenly, all she can hear is the whooshing of the sea. as if she's been pulled underwater, a heavy weight tugging at her limbs, lungs gasping for air that doesn't exist. pure static, in her ears, a sharp crack of something. like a rib or a train of thought. all she can taste is saltwater. and all she can do is shake her head. she understands why the warrior may act the way she does. after all the damage the athyans have done to the dragons, she understands why she wants no intruders in their new home. but she wishes to change things. she does not want to keep the dragons captive as her ancestors once did, killing them and eating their hearts to gain power. she wants to make things right. it's her duty after all, no? shams keeps her pretty little mouth shut and she gives her a smile. a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, the kind she has been giving everyone around her lately.

and then she speaks: ``     i simply wish to help.    `` she wants to help those who cannot help themselves. she wants to help those in need. she wants to help any person who she notices needed it. she'll go on her knees, lower herself to the ground and beg for forgiveness. forgiveness for feeling so led astray when she should be the one to be grateful for everything she has. and she is, but a part of her cannot forget the girl that was ruined. the girl that now stands as a stronger woman. the girl almost comes out and forces her to beg once again, but she stops herself. ``     my people are greedy. i know it.    `` and she knows because wasn't it her people who led her to her demise? wasn't it her father's want for power that caused all of this? she glances at noemi's wings for a second and sighs. ``     but i will find a way. i will fix things. things are different now and i have more resources. i want to change as many things as possible. i simply wish to help.    `` i need to help, she thinks to herself, or else i will bury myself in my despair like i once did. ``     let me help.    ``

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she couldn’t remember exactly when her world had become swirling colours and nonsensical objects heaving around her. she blinked hard. once, twice and rapidly five more times in succession. it did nothing but make her lightheaded. her hand shot out to find fallon’s shoulder for support but slid off almost immediately like her arm was made of jello. “ cinnamoroll ? that little twink bunny who’s actually a dog ? ” she squinted in the direction fallon was looking at and shook her head rapidly. “ oh you’re really tripping. that’s not cinnamoroll, that’s for sure pompom. ” laughter spilled from her lips in short bursts and noemi couldn’t stop herself even when fallon had crawled onto the floor. she dropped to her knees and draped her body across hers with a loud proclamation made in all delirious seriousness. “ whoever you are, you can’t eat fallon ! i forbid you, that’s my job ! ”

with her face almost on the floor, noemi’s eyes fell level to a small, shiny object in the distance. she reached out for what felt like miles before her fingers curled around the cold iron. “ whoaaaa, look what i found ! an ancient hair pin ! probably from the monsters last great-smelling-victim ! ” it definitely wasn’t an ancient hair pin but rather a skeleton key suspiciously carved with the same markings on the door across the room. something noemi would have otherwise noticed if not for the fumes and haze of her brain.

am i going insane ?

“ no, i see it too. ” it was a trap, the smoky substance in the air had clearly entered their systems. fallon knew too well that they were hallucinating and ... it was making her feel strange. floaty, bubbly, like she could fly. but she'd also been chewing on her hair for the past two minutes, the crunch loud underneath the weight of her molars. “ there's a really sparkly sanrio character, i think it's cinnamoroll. ” a pause, and then she removed the hair from her mouth to grab onto her partner, her grip desperate and almost fearful. “ cinnamoroll is going to eat me. i don't want to be eaten. i knew i shouldn't have worn this perfume today, you said it smelled good but it's too good. oh, my god. cinnamoroll is going to kill me. babe — ” the name, endearing, and squeaked out as she bends down to the ground, shifting into fetal position. “ i'm too pretty to be eaten like this. ”

[fuebruja]

“   the   catch   is ,   do   it   before   i   change   my   mind  .   take   some  .   ” from fareeda actually

noemi didn't need to be told twice. her hand reached out to snatch the dates from fareeda's palm, exceptionally careful to not scrape her nails against the girl's flesh least she lose her fingers for it. her teeth sunk into the sticky fruit between her grasp and she loudly groaned in delight. " a trail of bread crumbs wouldn't get me, but this ? game over. hansel and gretel need to up their standards. " with the pits clutched tightly in her hand she fell back onto her chair and rocked on its hind legs. she peeled each date apart as she studied fareeda, still not convinced that there wasn't a catch to the timely treats. " alright, spit it out. what freaky vision are you here to tell me about now ? " it would be a blatant lie to say that fareeda didn't unnerve the venkari. she came like a ghost, sent a chill down her spine, and then disappeared for months. and just when she was convinced she had gotten her off her tail, she would return to haunt her every waking hour. noemi needed to hire an exorcist.

" wait pause — " the chair slammed forward as noemi shot an accusatory pointer finger at the girl. " rules are: if any of your shit is about me dying or losing a limb i don't want to know. spare me the gory details. " she fixed her with a stern stare to emphasize how serious she was about her statement. one too many times had she been told omens that kept her up for days. she couldn't afford losing sleep now. " everything else is fair game, so hit me with your worst akinator. "