#shannon thornton fanfic

[wontonsoupho]

THEN GOD

MADE THEM BLUE

© Artist the Author

PILOT | WHEN THE LEVEES BREAK

THERE’S DEATH on THE BRIDGE of MACABRE

WORD COUNT : 1 , 777 words

TRAUMA WARNING : This episode includes the following triggers; death , mild gore , heavy profanity , suicidal attempt/ideation & PTSD. With FULL DISCLOSURE , PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION AND RISK.

EPISODE THEMES : Life & Death

WE NEVER TRULY SEE IT COMING , yet it sings our names so profoundly as the bells ring their piercingly dreadful sound that echos amongst the tunnels of our hearing—Death. Much like the flowers at the peak of a wintertime filled with an ambiance of pure rigidity , swathed in an atmosphere so thick and coarse the oxygen feels like poisonous needles forcing themselves within the confines of your realm of respiration. It can also be resemblant to the quietus ivory specs of sorrow that blanket the face of the earth and kills her ever so softly with their freezing embrace , we too shall pass on and wither away in open air. In life , it is ultimately every beating heart's destiny to die. Being that as it may , when alas that moment arises from the ashes bathing in the essence of the phoenix it tastes as bitter as the element of a nasty surprise. Gently placed , when the Angel of Death himself Mr. Grim Reaper appears before us at the hour of our rapture , we in fact are unable to bear witness to his presence. We are however capable of partaking in learning what it truly means ceasing to exist in the physicality of it all. Shackled in trauma on a stormy October night , two unfortunate souls fell under this curse of carnal demise — and only God alone owned the anecdote to save this tandem's lives.

The sole commodity tangible to his murky oceans of vision with cavernous skies had been total and utter darkness. A cold , wet , and lingering tenebrosity that shared flavors with the iron profusely decorating his buccal cavity — tart and royally uncomfortable. Gripping the steering wheel with one blood gushing hand , the other shakily unlocked his cellular getting a slew of the crimson DNA all over its screen and by miracle or maybe even muscle memory dialed a very important phone number. Aside from the minimal luminescence provided by the headlights of his customized obsidian Lamborghini Aventador , the heavy downpour and winds produced a beatdown only a world champion could give further aided in the reason for his panic whilst his heavy foot applied pressure to the gas pedal that resided above the nearly flooded backroad.

He'd been scared shitless , even with veins bursting full of adrenaline he could still feel the stronghold of absolute fear's crippling touch. That , and an entire planet of detrimental cogitations crashed into the interstice of his most sacred cerebration whilst each painstaking moment set adrift a new memory everlasting — there lied no time to contemplate anything. His actual life and vitality depended on this feat. With the amount of chasmic wounds his ethereally created anatomy had been littered in , it was an utter phenomenon how he even managed to escape altogether analogously in one piece let alone drive.

“Hello?”A woman's raspy tone called out quite groggily from being awoken into the surround sound of the butterfly doored sports vehicle he possessed. “Nova it is three in the morning , shouldn't you be-”

“No time to explain Chitty listen to me , I'm losing a lot of blood! Please. Could you go by Mama So's 'n make sure Nani is safe and sound at her grandma's for me? Matter fact just go get her , I don't wanna chance it. Yamileth went ballistic on me and I need to be assured she doesn't try to harm another soul tonight. I dead can't believe this shit-”

“Wait , wait , wait , WHAT?! Why are you blee-how did this-none of this shit is adding up Nova , what the fuck are you talking about?! What do you mean Yami went loca , and what does my niece have to do with it-what about the storm-”

“Leoni! I might fuckin' die tonight , please! I know Yamileth is your sister. Right now the only thing that is important is Yaniis , so I'm gonna need you to pull your shit together and go get my fucking daughter like yesterday!”

“Nova. You’re not-”

“GO!”

“But-”

The annoying loud triplet chirp of Nova's phone dying cut Leoni off short in her stride , she who just so happened to be the sister of his daughter's mother in which he'd been making great efforts to save whilst medias res his own rescue mission.

“FUCK!”

That was the only cogitation singing like a blackbird during its fecund season off the chambers of his comprehension. Because what a fucking tragedy to become of it at the end of the song. Even for the other deplorable anima who's existence figure eighted on the skinniest layers of ice that very moment , tortuously unaware when and if she'd awake to lay sight upon another sun. As she too partook in a hot pursuit of her divinely favored place in this world that dreadful night , her cerebrum was plagued with a stampede of overwhelming rumination and her feet bled gravel mixed with fine shards of glass. Naming her weak would be a sadly mistaken understatement , she'd grown far into the thick of enervation with promises of a complete burn out. Every minuscule iota she blinked in hopes that the all consuming black onyx surrounding her wouldn't crystallize and swallow her whole , every mere second the rain dove from the heavens to kiss the physiognomy of her mother earth giving life to the grounds we tread upon , the not so lucky damsel of the night ran as far as her legs would stretch out and carry her.

As the high speed winds picked up their haste , her developed yet petite frame shifted slightly on the concrete asphalt underneath her bare feet. She wanted to look behind her , in fact she yearned for it but knew that in the end it was most prudent to keep focus ahead the best that she could to have a better chance of survival. Everything felt as if a blur and it grew difficult to properly navigate to her destination at her own volition , her limbs appeared to be on autopilot as they sprinted towards a place unknown to her psyche. Fight or flight instinct fading slowly from each of the exhausted membranes of her encephalon , the strong sprint she began with was starting to ware off — as well for her grip on sanity and reality. She'd been running for so long that she lost track of her place within space and time. Running for her life , this particular familiar face is a far fetch from the imagination of her departure within her mind.

     With the storm surging like an overloaded electrical system it was a mystery how she'd reached it but there she was , just a few feet shy from The Bridge of Macabre. By then , the waters that swayed under the spine of the overpass sloshed and smacked the viaduct head on , and slowly the woman's soaked anatomy found itself standing at the edge teetering between land and water. There were only two options she had presented to her — kill or be killed or otherwise risk an existence of forever looking over her shoulder just to prolong the inevitable. Four years junior her fourth decade under the sun , how much longer could she keep this up before she got sloppy from weariness or tired from having to live such a risky lifestyle? It all seemed very clear to her what course of action to take , and as the waves crashed up and downstream Macabre River only one thought sailed her Seas of Cogitation.

Death will always come before dishonor.

     Blinding headlights inched in from her peripheral eventually stinging her retinas full on , proving it difficult for her to decipher whether they were real or not due to her growing further and further into delirium. On approach , the very familiar foreign coupe rolled its passenger five percent tinted window down where a face just the same came into view. Gaging the stick shift into park , the driver of the car began to speak up to her.

“Xolani  , what are you doin' out hea' it's a storm!”

     Looking up to the sky , Xolani felt the heavy precipitation and zephyr sweep over her , a sudden calm chilling every pore until she broke out in goosebumps. Pivoting at one eighty , she glared at he who'd spoken to her with hazy vision not really knowing exactly what to say. Because , what was there to say? The trauma between these two ran deeper than bleeding ink traveling throughout threads of cotton fabric.

“Why do you care Xodus? You never cared-”

“I always fuckin' cared fuck you talkin' 'bout?”

“No you didn't! You drove me away and then they took me , only God can save me now.”

“What's that's supposed to mean Goapel-the fuck you got goin' on right now?” Xodus questioned whilst coughing up blood.  “Fuck-”

“Elijah-”

“C'mon Lani , get in. I'm on the way to the hospital 'n as you can see we don't have time to spare.”

     She hadn't noticed it then but , Xodus had been painted with deep stab wounds , and profusely leaking his life essence all over his fresh white tee and gray sweatpants. That was just the reassurance she needed to know this experience was actually happening and was not just some influenced hallucination from the high of her brush with death. Swiftly as remotely possible , Goapele joined Xodus in his Lamborghini Aventador slamming the butterfly door shut. She took a few moments to examine the situation and come to an understanding on the condition he was in.

“Xodus Elijah , what have you gotten yourself into now boy? We need to switch seats , you're losing entirely too much blood.” Xolani chastised him before deciding to help. She did her best to pull his near three hundred pound stature from driver to passenger , but he'd been of no assistance as his breathing began to mirror the tempo of the percussionist beating his heart. “How did you get yourself into this predicament?”

That was the last question Xolani ever got to ask in her life. A second later , the levees holding the overflow of Macabre River — which allotted for a third of the city's land — broke just east up the bank. A tsunami like mass flood hit the streams and surrounding lands sinking them under. One moment both souls were in route to salvation upon Death's Bridge , the next the two were swallowed by the currents of the rapture. Their lungs filled with the very resource needed to sustain their lives , and true euphoria was bestowed upon all six of their senses engulfing them in utopia. Below the waves of Macabre Bridge sank the bodies of Goapele Scott and Xodus Casanova , then God made them BLUE.

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Hello my favorite little heauxs , I hope you’re all well today! I wrote this episode a month or so ago and released it on Wattpad on 02/01/2023 , so I’m premiering it here on the fifteenth and I want keep a similar odd week pattern in mind for the schedule. I know there isn’t much intel and it may be a bit vague and or cryptic but trust me when I say that every event will fold together like an envelope as my baby girl develops. Feel free to comment your thoughts , concerns , and opinions below , and remember that if you like her to repost her cause she’s a bad bitch 😉. P. S. IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST CLICK THE HYPERLINK ABOVE HERE. Thank you so much for joining me and my friends in the Artiverse , we hope to see you again.

… DID YOU HEAR WHAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK ON THEN GOD MADE THEM BLUE ?

EPISODE 1 | SEEING GHOSTS (PREMIERE — 04/21/2023)

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Silent promises ch1 backstory

TW: ableism , racism , abuse , sexism , child forced to watch a murder , etc. (most of these topics will be reaccuring thoughout future chapters , if you are not comfy with these topics , this is your warning , and welcome readers to silent promises.)

A baby was born , a beautiful little girl ,to a african-american mother and a mexican-american father.

And oh how happy they were , until the hearing test was failed , and suddenly the most happiest day of their lives turned dark and cold.

And so after being released from the hospital , she was left at an old church , and they were gone when the doors open.

As an elder nun opened the door she looked out and as she was about to close it , she gasped looking down , a chid , no a baby , in nothing more than a cardboard box , laid on top of blankets ,she was crying and quivering,the cries were slightly silent the nun noticed,it wasn't until she saw a note taped to her onesie that she realized.

All it said was that she was born deaf , her race and ethnicity, and a name , a beautiful name , the Nun picked up the child who calmed down , eyes wide with curiousity.

"Rosaleigh Leora , what a beautiful name." She said as they went into the church.

......

After she turned two , Rosaleigh was placed into foster care , multiple homes.

"Can't you fucking hear!,Listen to me!"

"Why won't you speak!,Say somthing , your deaf not mute."

"At least make a noise , don't just stand there!"

"What are you? , I mean your not fully black , yet you ain't fully mexican either."

From the ages two to ten that's all that was said , in that time she would learn sign language and the only reason she knew what was being said was because she learned how to read lips , the ways they moved , or body language , the gleam in their eye's , twitches of the body , soft or heavy breathing , chest heaving,she learned this from reading books from the library , the librarian was a good woman , april , she gave the child free books as she came in everytime she could.

She enjoyed reading about both the african and mexican culture , she learned how to read spanish , and while reading lips , she learned how to know if it was english or spanish being spoken.

Wearing no shoes wasn't practical , however she preffered it , she might not be physically able to hear noises , however she can feel , feel through the vibrations.

However not many people were as nice as April was , at ten she ran away when they tried placing her in a new home , so she stayed on streets , bathing and food were also somthing april had offered , however she couldn't always go to the library so , the dirt and sweat building up all because one stupid cop that hangs out near there was determined to take her back and give her to the system.

The street's of Santo padre were not for the weak , you have to survive , to fight , to steal , because of the cop hanging at the library , that's what she had to do , and she did it pretty damn good.

Ok at first it was a bit rough , her first steal was a big piece of steak from the meat shop ,Carnicería Reyes , oh she got that meat all right , but she was still working on the whole feeling the vibrations on certain surfaces , being chased by a broom was not on her list , and man that old guy could run.

"Maldito niña robó un filete y casi atrapa al pequeño ladrón también." Felipe reyes grunted , his wife behind the counter , letting out a laugh before going to her husband.

(Damn kid stole a steak , almost caught the little thief too.)

"Déjalo Felipe, el pobre bebé debía estar muriendo de hambre, no podía imaginarme a los niños pasando por eso, y que lo persiguieran con una escoba no era necesario mi amor". Marisol Reyes stated with a raised brow as she wrapped her arms around Felipe.

(Leave it Felipe , poor baby must've been starving , I couldn't Imagine the boys going through that , and getting chased with a broom was not necessary my love .)

"Lo sé, lo siento querida." Felipe said huffing as Marisol laughed.

.......

Rosaleigh found a place under the bridge , where the homeless or druggies slept , hookers were also in the area , getting picked up by John's , tents , barrels of fire , singing drunk people , good enough for her.

During that time she encounterd both kind and bad people , However that didn't stop her , since she was the only kid there , she gained the nickname Rosie Posie , and on music night , She might've not heard it , but oh she felt it , her happiness and joy made this dark world shed some light.

She was able to see April again , that cop gave up , all of her books got lost , but the one April gifted her , she would never let go of , it was the little red riding hood.

A girl has to take a basket. of goods to her grandmother , only to discover that it wasn't her at all but a wolf!

At age eleven she met two new people , Serenity "Cookie" Jones , she was one of the new prostitutes , she always had diffrent wigs and her clothing was a bit different than the other girl's , however the small bruises that somtimes lingered on her face made it clear , her pimp wasn't a good man , when he came around , Cookie had her hide untill she or one of the others got her , Serenity would never let any child go through what she did.

But she was more closer to Bobo , his full name Bobby "Bobo" Morgan , he was crazy , but in the good way , sometimes he was a bit high , however that didn't stop him from bringing a smile to her face with his crazy dances.

Him and Cookie also did her hair , almost wanted to have a heart attack when they saw it for the first time.

Where they the best people to care for a deaf eleven year old , no , but they did the best they could when they were able too.

During that time Her and Bobo got closer , Cookie's pimp died in a shoot out , That's when she opened her eyes and decided to

start fresh , she opened a bakery , She took the name Cookie and made it her own , they get free stuff when she visits.

It was going good untill that night , the night she took a life for the first time .

......

Rosaleigh was running back to the bridge , rain pouring and books tucked under her arms.

Bobo said he had learned somthing new , said she was gonna be exited.

A big smile was on her face until she saw somthing that would scar her for life , a few feet away from the bridge there was Bobo , but he wasn't alone , a man that usually stayed under the bridge was arguing with him , he would always spit at her , and curse her for being there , And right now as Rosaleigh ran up to them , it was too late , as the man's arm went back , His hand held somthing sharp , a knife , right into Bobo's stomach , Rosaleigh stared eyes wide , head spinning as the man ran off , running to Bobo she put her hands over his stomach.

Blood , so much blood , he was coughing , she couldn't scream could she? would they hear it?

Can they hear her silent whimpers and her sobs as the man she saw as a brother laid dying.

"Hey Don- Don't cry Rosie , Im gonna be good , this ain't noth- ing , Stupid man tried to take it , but I woul-wouldn't let 'em." Bobo , No Bobby , said as he was choking , but what Rosaleigh saw made her heart break even more , little red riding hood , her book , her stupid book was the cause of this.

"I got it Back , look I-I lied im not gonna be ok , I have to go now kay , but- I have somthing to show you , look what- I learned." He said choking up more tears streaming down Rosaleigh's face as He made a gesture , it wasn't good but it was decent.

He signed I love you , he was learning , for her , and her stupid book was the reason he now took his final breath , as her body shook she grabbed little red , and closed the eyes of her brother one last time , a kiss on his forhead.

The people under the bridge never saw her eyes so dark as she ran towards the park a few blocks away , where the mean man also rested , a broken bear bottle in hand.

There he was sat on the bench , his body language was calm , how the hell could he be Calm.

It was dark , just her and the man , no camera's , no one would miss the red neck anyways , it was known that he had no family.

But he took her's , and he couldn't get away with it.

So she stood infront of him , he scoffed telling her to go away , before making a face and covering his ears , making faces as he mocked her , and her tear stained face became one of rage .

It was red , the blood spilling out of his neck , of course it was , was it wrong yes , but did she feel any remorse , no.

Taking the bottle she ran to the bridge , People were with Bobo's body , getting ready to place him in the burial , you see cops never went near there , nor did they care about them , so they made their own graveyard , sick , natural , murdered ,that's where their peole go , because no one else cared.

Cookie , She had tears in her eyes , Rosaleigh was the person who brought her and Bobo together , he was like an annoying big brother you couldn't help but love , he was only twenty - six.

"Oh my god." She said rushing over to the bloody eleven year old.

"Come on , come on ." Serenity said taking the bloody bottle , bloody clothes , anything covered in blood , and burned it.

Serenity "Cookie" Jones has seen many things in her life , but this , this was somthing that would stick with her and the bridge people forever.

Wet rags and clothes that some of the older people brought to change the girl and clean off the blood.

Except the book , Bobo died for it , his blood stained it , no way in hell was she giving it up.

And on that night , Rosaleigh "Leora" Morgan was born , and The nickname Rosie Posie , became Bloody Rose .

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amandla stenberg as Young Rosaleigh

Marlon wayans as Bobby "Bobo" Morgan

shannon thorton as Serenity "Cookie" Jones

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Embeth davidtz as April greene

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Welcome to the begining of Silent promises.

[wontonsoupho]

THEN GOD

MADE THEM BLUE

© Artist the Author 2022

SYNOPSIS

This series was inspired by GOD HIMSELF , my personal life , my own spiritual experience , and journey of self. The people , places , and events that occur are loosely based from things I have witnessed or partook in; or are inspired by the lives of those whom surround me in which I love dearly. I wrote this series to have conversations about those uncomfortable and controversial topics , in hopes of bringing darkness to the light so that people can heal their hidden traumas. I’d kindly advise you NOT to steal any of my work as it is protected legally binding underneath Copyright Law with THE ARTIVERSE PRODUCTIONS and Wattpad Corp. — Artist the Author

GENRE : URBAN DRAMA / FICTION

LEADS : DAVE EAST X SHANNON THORNTON

SETTING : MACABRE , GEORGIA (fictional city in the belly of ATL)

“YOU DROVE ME AWAY and then they TOOK ME , only GOD can save me now.”

THEN GOD

MADE THEM BLUE

Has anyone ever heard of the saying ,

‘FATE HAS A FUNNY WAY OF WORKING ITS SELF OUT?’

On the dreary morning of October 14th , 1999 , sixteen year old Prodigy of The Arts , Goapele Scott was officially declared missing fourty-eighty hours after she was nowhere to be found within her self acclaimed hometown of Macabre , Georgia. Sources say that she was last spotted in a heated disagreement with longtime family friend Georgia State University's Star Basketball Player seventeen year old Xodus Casanova.

The two not only knew each other very well , but also allegedly concocted a plan to run away together which led authorities to believe that the Elite Division I Power Forward had involvement in Goapele's disappearance-however , that could not be any further from the case. Twenty long years , never ending pain , severe strife , and many tears later she mysteriously returns opening Pandora's box.

Two worlds collide after demons from their pasts force them both into a whirlwind of mayhem. Goapele and Xodus were two traumatized souls , but by the power of truth , God made them BLUE.

The question is , WILL THEY SURVIVE LONG ENOUGH TO WATCH IT COME INTO FRUITION ?

STARRING | LEADS

SHANNON THORNTON (circa 2019-present) as GOAPELE SCOTT

THE ANGELOU FROM HEAVEN

“I bet you NEVER thought you’d SEE ME AGAIN huh?”

DATE OF BIRTH : SEPTEMBER 22ND , 1985

HOMETOWN : BROOKLYN , NEW YORK

PHYSIQUE : 5 FT. 3 IN. — 127 LBS

DAVE EAST (circa 2016-present) as XODUS CASANOVA

GOLIATH REINCARNATED

“Our lives are like the fucking LIVING TESTAMENT Xo , can’t be surprised that it’s so damn treacherous.”

DATE OF BIRTH : MAY 23RD , 1984

HOMETOWN : QUEENS , NEW YORK

PHYSIQUE : 6 FT. 7 IN. — 253 LBS

FEATURING | SIDES

lela rochon as MAYOR CASANOVA

missy elliot MAMA QASIM

sonía braga as MAMA SOSA

jazzy amra as KAGOME

ava mcclure as NANI

faith jaggernauth as CHITTY

amil whitehead as MOTHER MACABRE

bia as PRINCESS

lola brooke as FLOJO

demetrius flenory jr. as KASPER

skepta as MAC 3

bandhunta izzy as DRAEKO

sebastian mikael as CHÖSEN

VISUAL AESTHETICS & CLOSING REMARKS | CINEMATOGRAPHY & AUTHOR’S NOTE

Hello my favorite heauxs!—and to those of you who don’t already know me I hope you’re enjoying your experience in the Artiverse. I want to start off by saying that my name is Artist Oriental , and I’m just an anomalous child of The Most High here baring gifts and fruits to give to the collective. For the past decade and a half I have been perfecting the craft of storytelling , and I’m at a point in my practice where I’m focused on broadening my horizons and expanding the audience I’ve been blessed to entertain and edify. From filling up notebooks all day long in class to hundreds and thousands of reads on Wattpad , my love for the art of literacy has never faded. Throughout the years I’ve been a breathing witness to the evolution of Artist as a person , creator , and soul—and may I say she’s come a mighty long way. As I grow older and enter my quarter century milestone , I find more and more that my work is often a reflection of my peculiar perception with the perfect blend of my eccentric imagination. With that being said; GOD WILL BE PRESENT IN ALL OF ARTIST THE AUTHOR’S CONTENT. I will not denounce the reality that I know to be true , experience , and choose to express. If that is unsettling for you my world may not be tailored to your liking , therefore feel free to roam at YOUR OWN DISCRETION. You can expect that the majority of work coming from me is more than likely to have some sort of spiritual aspect in it. There will also be lots of poetic vibes and a great deal of strong adult themes that usually hold HEAVY CONTROVERSY. At times my writing can get crude and dark , I tend to hound in on the gruesome details because I want readers to feel every raw emotion , but don’t be alarmed you’ll always be forewarned. Within The World of Artist have the opportunity to find all types of experiences from different genres like Urban Fiction all the way to Sci-Fi , so it’ll be hard not to get immersed. I chose this series as my debut piece because of how much it means to me at a soul level , and it further exhibits the growth I’ve had since deciding to master the element of literature. It’s also in hindsight my first ever official screenwriting piece which makes me all the more excited as I am intimated. Please take your time trekking through the universe I’ve created , and know that when you’re here things normally are vague and obscure at a first glance; sometimes it may feel a bit riddling to latch onto—but I promise you all there is a method to my madman ways. I’m gonna finish off with saying a big thank you to GOD for invoking divine favor upon everything that I am , Nothing would exist to be if it weren’t for my Guide and I’m standing under that irrefutable truth. All praise goes to The Most High , forever and ever. Remember that everything you need or desire is already within you; Create the World that’s Yours. Until next time my little Jezebels , be the influence not the influenced. — Artist the Author

Copyrights © Artist the Author 2022

[wontonsoupho]

THEN GOD

MADE THEM BLUE

© Artist the Author

CHARACTER BREAKDOWN

THE GUARDIANS

OF MACABRE

(from top to bottom)

SHANNON THORNTON (circa 2019-present) as GOAPELE KIMANI XOLANI SCOTT aka ‘ANGELOU’

AGE : 35

HOMETOWN : BROOKLYN , NEW YORK

OCCUPATION : CREATIVE DIRECTOR , VOCAL COACH , CHOREOGRAPHER ,& ALUMNI MEMBER OF MACABRE’S FACTION

DAVE EAST (circa 2016-present) as XODUS ELIJAH SYMERE CASANOVA aka ‘GOLIATH’

AGE : 36

HOMETOWN : QUEENS , NEW YORK

OCCUPATION : OWNER OF ‘GOLIATH’S PALACE OF WONDER’ , PHILANTHROPIST , ONE THIRD OF FATHER MACABRE ENTERPRISES , & CO-LEAD OF MACABRE’S FACTION

THE MOTHERS

OF MACABRE

(from top to bottom)

MISSDEMEANOR ELLIOT (circa 2018-present) as GLORY UNI QASIM-SCOTT aka ‘MAMA QASIM’

AGE : 57

HOMETOWN : BROOKLYN , NEW YORK

OCCUPATION : OWNER OF ‘SAINT QASI’S WOMEN HEALTH CLINIC , ONE THIRD OF THE FATES & HEAD MEMBER OF MACABRE’S FACTION

LELA ROCHON (circa 1995-early 2000s) as XOLANI APHRODITE CASANOVA aka ‘MAYOR CASANOVA’

AGE : 53

HOMETOWN : BROOKLYN , NEW YORK

OCCUPATION : MAYOR OF MACABRE , ONE THIRD OF THE FATES & HEAD MEMBER OF MACABRE’S FACTION

SÔNIA BRAGA (circa 1976-early 200s) as SOLANA YZABELLE SOSA aka ‘MAMA SOSA’

AGE : 53

HOMETOWN : ARIMA , TRINIDAD AND TOBAGO

OCCUPATION : HORTICULTURIST OF ‘SORACULTURE’ , ONE THIRD OF THE FATES & HEAD MEMBER OF MACABRE’S FACTION

THE FAMILY

OF CASANOVA

(from top to bottom)

JAZZY AMRA (circa 2016-present) as YAMILETH ÉMIE CASANOVA aka ‘KAGOME’

AGE : 34

HOMETOWN : ARIMA , TRINIDAD AND TOBAGO

OCCUPATION : SINGER , SONGWRITER , MUSICIAN & MEMBER OF MACABRE’S FACTION

AVA MCCLURE (circa 2019-present) as YANIIS ARACELY CASANOVA aka ‘NANI’

AGE : 7

HOMETOWN : MACABRE , GEORGIA

OCCUPATION : KADET OF AVANT-GARDE | ACADEMY OF KNOWLEDGE & OWNER OF YAMILETH’S MUSICAL CATALOG

FAITH JAGGERNAUTH (circa 2019-present) as LEONI SERENITY ORTEGA aka ‘CHITTY’

AGE : 26

HOMETOWN : MACABRE , GEORGIA

OCCUPATION : CHIEF COMPUTER ENGINEER AT FATHER MACABRE ENTERPRISES , FREELANCE HACKER & MEMBER OF MACABRE’S FACTION

THE FAMILY

OF MACABRE

(from top to bottom)

AMIL WHITEHEAD (circa 1997-early 2000s) as JUSTICE MOHE MACABRE-CASANOVA aka ‘MOTHER MACABRE’

AGE : 62

HOMETOWN : MANHATTAN , NEW YORK

OCCUPATION : CO-FOUNDER OF FATHER MACABRE ENTERPRISES & HEAD MACABRE’S FACTION

BIA (circa 2018-present) as PROMISE AMAHLE MACABRE-CASANOVA aka ‘PRINCESS’

AGE : 43

HOMETOWN : MANHATTAN , NEW YORK

OCCUPATION : TREASURER OF MACABRE , SECRETARY OF MAYOR CASANOVA & HEAD MEMBER OF MACABRE’S FACTION

THE FAMILY

OF HENDRIX

(from top to bottom)

LOLA BROOKE (circa 2021-present) as THAÏS ASHANTI HENDRIX aka ‘FLOJO’

AGE : 34

HOMETOWN : MACABRE , GEORGIA

OCCUPATION : CO-OWNER OF ‘GOLIATH’S PALACE OF WONDER’ & ONE THIRD OF FATHER MACABRE ENTERPRISES

DEMETRIUS FLENORY JR. (circa 2019-present) as JUKKA KIMARI LEGEND HENDRIX aka ‘KASPER’

AGE : 19

HOMETOWN : MACABRE , GEORGIA

OCCUPATION : CONSTRUCTION WORKER & STREET PHARMACIST

THE MAIN

SUPPORT

(from top to bottom)

SKEPTA (circa 2018-present) as MATEO ARMANI DEMUN aka ‘MAC 3’

AGE : 37

HOMETOWN : MACABRE , GEORGIA

OCCUPATION : CO-OWNER OF ‘GOLIATH’S PALACE OF WONDER’ & ONE THIRD OF FATHER MACABRE’S ENTERPRISES

BAND HUNTA IZZY (circa 2018-present) as MONTERO ARTEVIOUS DEMUN aka ‘DRAEKO’

AGE : 19

HOMETOWN : MACABRE , GEORGIA

OCCUPATION : LIFE INSURANCE BROKER & CRYPTO-CURRENCY INVESTOR

SEBASTIAN MIKAEL (circa 2019-present) as CHÖSENTINO TAHIIL XIRSI aka ‘CHÖSEN’

AGE : 36

HOMETOWN : BRIXTON , LONDON

OCCUPATION : BOUNCER / SECURITY OF ‘GOLIATH’S PALACE OF WONDER’ & HEAD MANAGEMENT OF FATHER MACABRE’S ENTERPRISES CLEANING DEPARTMENT

* there will be other members added to the cast as the show progresses and i will give them a mini character profile when/if necessary. for now these are the names and faces of those to lookout for and pay attention to.

… DID YOU HEAR WHAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK ON THEN GOD MADE THEM BLUE ?

FIRST QUARTER | ‘PANDORA’S PALACE’

SYNOPSIS

MASTER | LIST

TAG | LIST

[wontonsoupho]

THEN GOD

MADE THEM BLUE

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FIRST QUARTER | ‘PANDORA’S PALACE’

“Ever since you came back to Macabre it’s like PANDORA broke loose up in this PALACE!”

PANDORA’S BOX can be described as an item that conceals every evil one could possibly think of. Mythologically speaking , it was a container or jar to be exact given to Pandora for her to keep safe and protect. But when Prometheus — her husband — stole fire from heaven he was punished by Zeus losing her and the ‘box’ to his brother Epimetheus. As the story goes on , we’ve all heard the infamous excerpt about her curiosity being the spawn for unleashing the chaos and havoc trapped in the special confinement. It’s also been rumored that Zeus sent Pandora with the jar to Epimetheus with the knowledge that she’d likely open it’s lid and release total and utter mayhem. Some spiritualist believe that it’s somewhat parallel to the tale of Adam and Eve , where the box takes place of The Tree of Life. ‘Til this very day in modern times , the idiom is used as a forewarning statement when a person sets into a course of action that could intend a series of unforeseen chaotic events , or a disastrous butterfly effect. The infamous myth can additionally be utilized to represent the weakness humans have to temptation of commodities known and unknown.

“BODIES are DROPPING , WOMEN are coming up MISSING…what the fuck is goin’ on in our city man?!”

THE MACABRE

CONSPIRACIES

LOOK|BOOK

“I'm telling you SHIT IS DIFFERENT OUT HERE Angelou. This ain't no SAME OLE MACABRE.”

…DID YOU HEAR WHAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK ON THEN GOD MADE THEM BLUE ?

PILOT | WHEN THE LEVEES BREAK

CHARACTER BREAKDOWN

SYNOPSIS

MASTER | LIST

TAG | LIST