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Batch One of the Ginger Snap To It cast!

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Batch One of the Ginger Snap To It cast!

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Haunt- Page 1 (Sketch)

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Audrey's Uncle Pat and Aunt Maggie before they got together, featuring her mother, Abbey, at the end.

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Meet The Family! (Outdated Designs)

Here we have Audrey's extended family! The parents (shown when they were younger to better show the family resemblance) are on the top rows while their children are on the bottom rows. Maggie and Maddie are identical twins.

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Strums and Drums

(This story takes place alongside Audrey’s story and is between one of her cousins, Chloe, and her long time rival Danny. Check tags for triggers.) --- Chloe softly dragged her pick across the strings of her guitar, feeling the subtle vibrations resonating through her form. The teenage redhead exhaled softly, smiling to herself as she enjoyed the moment. A perfectly tuned guitar, space to practice, and passion bubbling from within, she'd almost forgotten who she was paired with. "Are you ready yet?" The other teen growled. She let out a sigh. Danny... why did she always wind up having to cooperate with that jerk? "Did you not hear that perfect strum? Of course I'm ready!" she snapped back. Danny replied with a roll of the eyes and a "Finally." With a few clicks of the drumsticks, the two were practicing their chosen song. As they played, the atmosphere around them changed. What had been a thick fog of reluctant tension was now parting in favor of a bright electric harmony. Chloe never understood why they could perform so well together. Danny was always so antagonistic towards her. Danny just seemed to hate her to the core, despite their shared interest in music, singing, and all things punk. Maybe, in another life, they could have been friends. "At least you're not a fuck up in every aspect." But not this one... "I'm not a fuck up at all!" Chloe snapped. As the song ended, reality had unfortunately settled in once more. "It was a compliment, jeez. Don't gotta be a bitch about it." Another roll of the eyes before Danny was casually scratching through their shirt sleeve. Chloe huffed before her eyes widened, then narrowed. Did she really see what she thought she did? In an instant, the redhead grabbed the other's arm in a vice-like grip. "What the fuck?!" Danny sputtered as Chloe yanked the sleeve up to reveal fresh scars across their wrist and arm. Chloe could feel her heart sink, the blood draining from her face and leaving her a ghostly white. Her shock was soon replaced with a panicked rage. "Why would you do this?!" she spat, shakily clenching the other's arm. Danny looked down at the teenage girl, thoroughly baffled. Was Chloe... crying? "What is wrong with you?!" Danny spat. "What's wrong with you?!" Chloe retorted before her anger began to fizzle out. She loosened her grip on Danny's arm and the other was quick to yank it back. "I mean," she continued softly, "what is going wrong for you to do that?" "Nothing new," Danny grumbled. "Just the usual shit. World is an awful place. Blah blah blah." Chloe narrowed her eyes, tears still falling. "You're lying." "How the fuck am I lying?!" Danny exclaimed. "Why else would I do that?!" Chloe was quiet a moment, letting out a small sigh. “You’re hurting…” she gently placed a hand on Danny’s arm. “That’s why you’re so mean all the time, isn’t it?” Danny was tempted to pull back, keep up the cold and angry facade, but the touch was… comforting. While unsure as to why, Danny knew Chloe cared. She legitimately cared. It was such a foreign concept… but maybe it didn’t have to be. Chloe looked up at Danny, who was simply staring at her hand, seemingly unsure of things. “Whatever it is, we’ll find a way through it,” she assured. “I won’t let you go at it alone.” Why did she want to help? It was so baffling. Could she even do anything to help? A long silence was shared between the two before Danny spoke up. “I don’t think you could ever make my bible thumping, bigoted, hypocritical, slap across the face for back talking, have to earn their love PIECE OF SHIT parents to truly love or accept me,” Danny admitted, red faced and growing increasingly frustrated with each word. Chloe was stunned silent, eyes wide as she watched Danny shake with each breath. That was… a lot to take in. “...I’m sorry…” Chloe wrapped her arms around the other. “I never knew your parents were that bad.” The hug wasn’t resisted as Danny simply let out a sigh and accepted this rare sense of comfort. “Well… they are… You see why I can’t,” a sniffle, “be me.” Chloe loosened her grip just enough to pull away and look Danny in the eyes. “And who are you?” Danny met her gaze, eyes filled with tears. “I’m a fucking boy, damn it!” His declaration was meant to come out as unarguable fact, but it had been choked out in a sob. Chloe let go of the other, slowly backing up as she took everything in. Everything was clicking into place. That’s why Danny was so angry all the time, so resentful. It’s why he went by Danny, hated being called by his full name. Hated her, hated her brother, hated her cousin Dylan… they all went against the cisgender heterosexual norm… but were still loved and accepted all the same. He wasn’t. He had to pretend to be someone he wasn’t just to be tolerated by his parents. He had to be called the wrong name every day by his parents, his peers, his teachers. He had to use the girls’ bathroom, dress with the girls, play sports with the girls. And he couldn’t correct them. Now that he had been released from Chloe’s grip, Danny took the opportunity to retreat into the garage and slump to the ground, burying his face in his knees. He didn’t want passersby to see him crying like this. “Don’t look at me,” he sobbed. “Okay,” Chloe slid down next to him, eyes forward. “I’m not looking at you. But I’m here for you. And I will be from now on.” “What good will that do?” “Okay, first off, ow,” Chloe semi-joked. “Second; you’ll have at least one person you can be yourself around. Whether anyone else knows or not, I know. I know you’re a man.” “Some man I am,” he croaked. “You are,” Chloe declared. “You’ve had to live with zero support for I don’t know how long. That takes balls! And your vocal range? That’s some Meatloaf shit right there! That’s a man!” Another laugh, decidedly more genuine this time. He finally lifted his head. “What about everyone else?” “We’ll figure it out. In time. For now, you’ve got me. What do you say?” She stood and held out a hand to help the young man up. “Will you let me help you?” He looked up at her before uttering a quiet, “Let me sleep on it.” “Oh… Okay. I’ll give you-” “Baby, baby let me sleep on it.” He was singing? “Let me sleep on it!” he sang out with a grin, taking her hand. “And I’ll give you an answer in the morning!” As he stood, Chloe smiled and began singing right along with him. “Let me sleep on it! Baby, baby, let me sleep on it! And I’ll give you an answer in the morning!” The two continued to belt out Paradise by the Dashboard Light before erupting into laughter, Chloe joking, “I had to mention Meatloaf, didn’t I?!”

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(Outdated Designs) The Davis Family Abbey is the living embodiment of sunshine, optimistic, lively, and bringing warmth to those around her. Edward is on the quieter side. Seemingly serious, he is really a loving man with a poetic side revealed to those he trusts. Audrey takes heavily after her mother in terms of personality, albeit with her own strong drive and need to protect others. The Davis family is a healthy and happy one. Abigail and Edward have an ideal marriage with love, open communication, and cooperation. The two are an uncommon success story, having been high school sweethearts who maintained their love through all the years since. Their daughter, Audrey, is their pride and joy. Their relationship may have been bumpy at times, particularly in Audrey's teenage years, but they've always loved each other. Now fully grown, Audrey has moved out and left them with an empty nest. Thankfully, she visits often and the home isn't too lonely with their little dog, Daisy.

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(Outdated Design) Edward Davis, despite being more on the shy side, always winds up drawing attention. Standing at an incredible height of six feet and seven inches with a deep booming voice, he’s difficult to miss. Whether he’s seen as serious or silly depends on how well he’s known. While his default expression can appear stern, he becomes quite expressive when he emotes. He is also quite poetic when given the opportunity. His wife, Abbey, and daughter, Audrey, are what brings him the most pride in his life.

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Abigail Davis (née Connolly) really looks up to her family, both figuratively and literally. At the average height of five feet and four inches, Abbey needs to crane her neck to meet the eyes of her towering husband, Edward, and her slightly less towering daughter, Audrey.

Needless to say, she thinks highly of them.

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Chapter 1: Frost Bitten, Twice Shy- Part 1 (Preview)

The icy winds of winter seemed to slap her in the face, dealing a harsh sting against her tear-stained skin. Snow and sleet pelted her like frozen pebbles as she trudged her way onward, soaking her to the very core. With each heavy step she took, she could almost feel the blisters bound to form in the future. Even so, she pushed on; no destination in mind, merely the need to move forward. The betrayal, the disbelief, the guilt, the hateful glares of her peers… she couldn’t handle it. Today had been the worst day of her life and she was doing her utmost to push it out of her mind… but she couldn’t. Questions swirled in her head like the snow in the sky. How could he have done that? Was it her fault? Could this be fixed? How could she have resorted to violence? The last time that happened was- Her mind began to drift to that day all those years ago…