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The Honorable Liu Yao of China is proud to present their child, The Honorable LIU HUI, for the upcoming social season. We hear they’re INDUSTRIOUS and WARMHEARTED, but can also be MULISH and REBELLIOUS. And it’s said they bare a remarkable resemblance to JESSIE MEI LI, but that’s merely a coincidence. We’re sure they’ll cause quite a stir in the town this year, but only time will tell.
age: 26 homeland: Imperial City gender: non-binary (she/they) sexuality: pansexual | panromantic
LITTLE TIDBITS { Full Biography }
● Hui is rather reserved and standoff-ish at first glance. They keep their cards close to their chest. That doesn’t at all mean they are mean or cruel. Hui can be very friendly and civil with strangers. There are just things that they don’t feel comfortable expressing if not around their given or chosen family.
● Their parents have always allowed them to be who they felt was true to them. While also making sure that Hui knew what may be expected of them outside the safety of their home. Their father being a hero gave them a little leeway in that regard. But there are still people who would find the fact that they don’t conform to societal gender norms shameful. As Hui grew up, they learned quickly that the opinions of those outside her true family are useless. But in honoring their parents, they do try their best to not be overtly rebellious in public.
● On top of the pressures of growing up “famous” in the Imperial city. Hui has also been taught much of the ways of their western counterparts. Their mother hailing from Auradon has offered Hui a chance to learn many of the customs of her mother’s people. They aren’t exactly sure which they prefer. All they know is that there are so many rules that just seem suffocating. Which is why they are usually more content being at home, hidden away from the world with a good book, or spending time with one of her ‘cousins’.
● Some of her favorite memories have been training with their father and his friends. Which has extended to time spent with their children. For most of their younger years, Mulan was their idol, they wanted to be just like her. Which is why Hui begged her father to teach her how to fight. Unable to deny his child, he did his best to pass along everything he’d learned. Which just delighted a little Hui. Who to this day has a slight obsession with finely crafted weaponry.
● For the most part Hui doesn’t put a lot of stock in Social Season. They’ve actively avoided it for years. Not because they are against the idea of love or marrying. Honestly, they would love to have a love like their parents. But it's been so hard for them to be their true self amongst most of the nobility. The likelihood of finding someone that truly accepts them seems very low. But seeing their mother’s sad eyes every time they decline invitations has become too much. So Hui decided to give it a chance. They’re really hoping it is not something they end up regretting.
NOTABLE CONNECTIONS
li yue { fa mulan and li shang } - family friend huang jianyu { huang chien-po of china } - chosen family chen ___ { chen ling of china } - chosen family
#*. throw your hells to the heavens | intros#*. underneath my armor am i loyal brave and true | hui#*. intro | hui
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sabine facilier
when: may 28th, 3rd day of the lantern festival who: sabine facillier && marcelo clayton @thecolorofsins
most days, people kept to themselves. their excitement and their souls all left for themselves. their auras, as her sister had told her once, didn’t bleed into the air around them. but, as of late the youngest facilier had begun to notice that there were more things she could notice when just being near a person. no, not near, general vicinity seemed to trigger something in their mind. at first it was curiosity. sabine had never really had such a feeling. in the shadow realm, there was a murkiness where she could not see through but on the other side of the looking glass. she could see, taste and nearly feel.
in the beginning of her stay, she would have sought too immersive herself in it. allow all of it to wash over her so she could live through it. but when it came to crowds like the one in corona, she wasn’t sure that was exactly the best idea. her head seemed to ache the first night. sleep barely coming if it weren’t for how the moon had shown through the window of the room she shared with her sister. sabine had yet to bring up her concerns of what she was noticing, didn’t want to ruin anything her sister would actually enjoy. which would be a rare thing, but there were new things to be seen in corona compared to what was in auradon city. there was a chance
so, it wasn’t her sister she was looking for. instead, she was searching for one of her more, quiet companions. someone that always had this sort of air about him that eased something when she ached. of course, it hadn’t been common before but as of late, it was like a balm. she hadn’t told mars the sort of impact he had on her, but he had been acting odd since the night of the faerie party. so much so that it almost frustrated sabine. he had kissed her, so what? she had kissed back after all. silly boy. even with things so, nearly overwhelming, she could track down her friend. something unique about him that she could probably find him in the dark. “marcelo clayton,” she said strongly, her hand on her hip as she looked at the dark haired man that she was focused on. “you, are going to sit right there and not try to hide,” she continued while walking closer to him, ignoring the decorum she was taught about when coming to the other side of the looking glass. “we don’t have to talk about anything you don’t wish to but i miss your company and i am tired of you hiding from me.” she wanted to sit next to him and let the world fade away for a few moments.
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Marcelo did what he did best, kept to himself for most of the day. Quietly taking the sights, the people and the atmosphere. He’d decided that he quite like Corona. It was a beautiful city, near the sea. He could see himself enjoying a life near the sea. There was something refreshing about the salty air and warmth the sun offered. As he moved through the imaginary future in his head. He randomly wondered if Sabine would enjoy the city the same way he did. There was a natural brightness to the women, she could fit in nicely with the warmth of the city.
It wasn’t unusual that most of his thoughts of the future involved Sabine. She’d been the only constant in his life for years. Always there when he needed someone one, be it to patch him up or just hold his hand. She’s turn up, as if he’s summoned her out of thin air. The thought brought a small smile to his lips as he settled on a bench. Eyes following the flow of traffic but not really seeing. His smile faltered just a bit when he thought about their relationship recently. He wasn’t proud of it, but he’d been avoiding her. Ever since they kissed, and then the whole moment ending up in some gossip pamphlet. He wasn’t sure how to proceed.
Things were done so much differently in Auradon. Back home, if you felt for someone you just did as you pleased. There wasn’t a societal expectation. No one really gave a shit about who was with who. Here its seemed to be the thing people practically lived for. It was easier to focus on how he’d been inappropriate in his actions, according to the rules of their new ‘home’, then to really look at why he was so afraid of what would happen next.
Just as he started to tumble down a self deprecating spiral, he heard his name. His head popped up, and as if he’d summoned her with his thoughts Sabine stood in front of him. There was a firmness in her voice that made him do exactly as she said. Sitting still as she advanced on him. Her words filtering in and out.
“I’m sorry,” was out of his mouth before his brain really processed everything she said reaching out. His fingers gently circled her wrist. Tugging lightly to urge her to sit next to him. “I missed you as well, I shouldn’t have avoided you, I’m sorry,” his words were more confident this time around.
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#*. pressure that deepen the cut | marcelo#*. m.int.sabine | all#*. int | marcelo#*. m.int.sabine | oo1#*. events | all#*. event | marcelo
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sabine facilier
when: may 26th, 1st night of the lantern festival who: sabine facilier && sarafine facilier @thecolorofsins
the day was filled with all sorts of things. it was like a rainstorm when there were no clouds. her senses taking in everything she could see and smell, but not just that. there was another layer of feelings that she could catch when she walked near or simply looked at a person in the crowd and there was a large crowd. perhaps it would be better if she could, clearly make out the exact things but that seemed to not be the case. instead, it was a murky fog of things she was doing her best to ignore while she made her way around the stalls and art works that seemed to be spread about. her nose told her there may be something tasty in one of the stalls, so, she was busy following it along while looking for said spice.
it took a few more stalls until she finally found the food she was looking for. it smelled good, but it looked as if it was going to be a bland flavor. thinking for a moment, she decided it was worth the risk as she got one of the items and took a bite. okay, not too bad, was her only thought as she turned back to the crowd of people. allowing the flow of them to move her about, until she noticed the feeling of someone she recognized. oh, sarafine. they had ridden together in the carriage that had brought them but it was hours since she had seen her last, she ached to know if there was actually anything she had found to enjoy
not to mention, her unnie had been like a ghost as of late. even when they were forced into the same room, which sabine herself didn’t mind at all, she had been slightly distant. the youngest found herself craving her affection. she didn’t precisely mean to but, she could not help it. when they were back home, they seemed to be inseparable but since crossing the threshold between the two worlds, her unnie seemed a few steps away. she wasn’t sure if it was time to worry our not. but, then again, perhaps there should be worry about her own things… things she wasn’t telling her elder sibling..
“unnie!” she exclaimed as he moved to drape her arms around the older girl. “i feel as if i have been wasting away these few hours without you.” she teased before holding out the snack she had found that hadn’t taste as bad as it look, “want a bite?”
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Sarafine had not real goal as she aimlessly let herself be directed by the flow of the crowd. Her mind was a steady buzz of noise, some from the crowd around, some from from her own thoughts. But the voices that whispered just below the surface the loudest of all. She forced herself to stop every now and then. Glancing at a few of the stalls, not really taking in much of the details it was just something to distract herself, no matter how fleeting it was. Since stepping foot in Auradon, Sarafine had been feeling even more restless then she had been back home. Part of her was urging the Eldest Facilier to embrace the newness, take this chance to thrive. A much darker part was pushing around all the old hate and resentment she’d cultivated her whole life. It was exhausting really.
She was pulled from her thoughts when she felt a familiar weight against her body. The distinct sent of her little sister invaded her senses. Causing a smile to grow on her lips. Which was accompanied by a chuckle, "Aigoo, you’re to much,” she shook her head a bit. Her eyes settling on the food she’d been offered. Debating it for a moment she leaned forward taking a bite. It wasn’t the worst that she’d eaten but she still wasn’t a fan of the food here. “Yep still don’t like the food.” she mused, shifting a bit so that she could link her arm with the younger.
“Other then wasting away, what have you been up to since we parted, find anything interesting?” she questioned lightly. There had been a bit more distance between the Facilier siblings as of late. Sarafine blamed herself, she was the oldest, she should have been working harder to spend time with Sabine. but for some reason she felt like she couldn’t share the heaviness that had been on her shoulders lately. Maybe she could use the festivities as a way to make it up to Sabine.
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#*. your voice is a weapon | sarafine#*. s.int.sabine | all#*. s.int.sabine | oo2#*. int | sarafine#*. events | all#*. event | sarafine
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melione papatonis
WHEN: MAY 28, THIRD DAY OF CORONAN LANTERN FESTIVAL WHO: MELINOE PAPATONIS AND KATJA ROTHBART
It was the third day of the incredibly long festival and Melinoe could say that she was finally beginning to enjoy herself. At least for a bit. The palace courtyard has been cleared out in preparation for the Kingdom Dance, numerous people littered about hoping to find a partner to dance with, but all she could focus on was the food. Tables and tables of sweet and savory dishes. Drinks that made her feel bubbly. It was a travesty, that these people had been enjoying food like this while she had wasted away in The Shadow Realm.
Looking up at the group gathering, her violet eyes landed on a familiar lover. With a smirk that said, if you ignore me now you’ll regret it later, the dark haired woman turned back to the table. Perhaps a candied orange slice would do the trick. Citrus, she had found out recently, was one of her favorite flavors. Loved how tart they could be. How they made her lips pucker. Her gloved hand reached out to grab a slice and brought it to her lips, taking a bite she looked back at where Katja had been standing, but found the space to be empty.
Katja, instead, was mere feet away, and Mel locked eyes with her as she took yet another bite. “Have you found yourself a dance partner yet?” She questioned, turning so she was now leaning against the table, looking out at the crowd.
“I’ve believe I have.” And she shamelessly pointed towards a tall, attractive man with good posture. His clothes were nicely tailored and Mel could tell he had money. He hadn’t been able to look away from her for longer than 10 seconds, not since she entered the courtyard. “Unless someone else objects.” Her gaze returned to the beautiful blonde, practically daring the woman to take up the offer. @thecolorofsins
In all honesty, festivals seemed pointless in Katja’s eyes. It was just another moment for the socialites to posture, all covered up with the guise of celebration. It was all boring really. At the end of the day it was just a opportunity to toy with people. That could be fun at least. Her blue eyes scanned the small gathering of bodies in front of her. Lip curling ever so often as a few ‘gentleman’ offered smiles. Rolling her eyes she shifted her gaze away from them, easily setting on a familiar set of violet eyes. they lovers held each others gaze for a moment, a clear challenge flashing across the violet ones.
A challenge that made the corners of Katja’s lips curve slightly as Melione turned back to what had her attention previously. It was easy for her to close the distance between the two of them. Her eyebrow quirking a bit as their eyes met. She didn’t even try to hide how her eyes dipped to Mel’s lips before lifting back up. “I honestly haven’t really been looking, No one seems to catch my attention, they all seem a little boring.” the words slipped from her lips with very little emotion to them.
The blonde couldn’t stop her eyes from sharpening as she took in the man Melione was gesturing to. A scoff made its way out of her, “Not exactly my type, but I know how much you enjoy men with money.” she returned her attention to her companion.
“Oh, and who do you presume would object?” Katja knew why the statement had been made. But she wasn’t going to easily give in to Mel, or the part of her that wanted to gut the man so he wouldn’t be able to dance with anyone every again. It was far to early in the evening to give in, even if she wanted to.
#*. when will the evil erupt | katja#*. int | katja#*. k.int.melione | 001#*. k.int.melione | all#*. event | katja#*. events | all
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KATJA ft. MELINOE PAPATONIS ⇢
she was sweet like honey but all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye dripping like honey down the back of my throat and out the front of my mind and now she's impatient and i'm complacent with just a little taste of wasting time looking for honey but she stings like she means it she's mean and she's mine
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PASSING (2021) dir. Rebecca Hall
#*. a kiss with a fist is better then none | léonie#*. visage | lf#*. visage#*. musing | léonie#*. musing
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GEMMA CHAN Swarovski Holiday 2021
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Von Rothbart is proud to send their child, KATJA ROTHBART, to the land of Auradon for the upcoming social season. We hear they’re PASSIONATE and SPONTANEOUS, but can also be SADISTIC and PETTY. And it’s said they bare a remarkable resemblance to JENNY BOYD, but that’s merely a coincidence. We’re sure they’ll cause quite a stir in the town this year, but only time will tell.
age: 24 homeland: The Shadow Realm gender: ciswomen (she/her) sexuality: pansexual
LITTLE TIDBITS { Full Biography }
● Being the daughter of Von Rothbart is tiresome at best for Katja. She spent most of her life hearing about his failed plans. How he was supposed to be king. It was like listening to a child whine about their missing toy. Honesty, after the third or fourth time her father mentioned it she just tuned him out. Feeling that he should just chalk it up to him being completely and utterly incompliant.
● Incompliant is the exact word she would use when describing how he was as a father as well. He never seemed to be all that useful to her. Katja figures she could give him a little credit for keeping her alive long enough to walk and talk. But honestly that was the bare minimum he had to do. The Rothbart household was not one filled with love and happiness. It was a stale and disastrous situation at best. That only got worse when Katja was old enough to really understand what her father’s failure meant for her. A life in the shadow realm. A place she was far too good for.
● Katja has a bit of a mean streak. You could say that she enjoys the suffrage of others a fair bit. Though she never really feels like messing with the other Shadow Realm born is worth it. Though she does make sure people understand that she isn’t someone to be walked all over. She may look delicate and fair, but she has no problem busting a nail on someone's face if need be. A habit that has granted her more enemies than friends. But honestly what value do friends really have in a place like their homeland.
● Getting to go to Auradon is a god sent. She will finally be in an atmosphere semi-deserving of her presence. Not to mention she is looking forward to being out of the depressing atmosphere around her father. She intends to make a good life for herself. And is willing to roll over whoever she may need to in the process. The details are a bit abstract at the moment but she has goals. Very very big goals.
NOTABLE CONNECTIONS
melinoe papatonis { daughter of hades } - friend / complicated lover cyra dougenis { child of pain and panic } - annoyance andres hook { son of hood } - toy
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Their Graces Duke Henry and Duchess Cinderella of Cinderellasburg are proud to present their child, LADY CIRILLA CHARMING, for the upcoming social season. We hear they’re ARTICULATE and STRONG WILLED, but can also be GREGARIOUS and PERFECTIONIST. And it’s said they bare a remarkable resemblance to SYDNEY SWEENEY, but that’s merely a coincidence. We’re sure they’ll cause quite a stir in the ton this year, but only time will tell.
age: 23 homeland: Cinderellasburg gender: Cis Women sexuality: Pansexual
Little Tidbits { Full Biography }
● Lady Cirilla Charming, is on the outside as one would assume a girl like her would be. Soft and delicate, lady like to the very core. Soft smiles and even softer spoken. The picture of what she should be. But anyone who knows her knows that she is stubborn, unusually hard on herself, and at times can be rather cold.
● All of that is neatly wrapped up in an unhealthy need to fit into society but also somehow keep her individualism. In essence she is a walk contradiction, a beautiful contradiction. But honestly who can blame her, being a daughter of a Duke is hard.
● A family mostly bound by duty. It’s of utmost importance that a child of the Duke and Duchess behaves in a fitting manner. Or at least that is how Cirilla’s mother feels. Which is kind of hypocritical if you ask the blonde, given her mothers upbringing. But she figures it's beyond her right to question what the Matron of the family tries to teach.
● For the most part Ciri is fine with her life. She is afforded luxuries she knows she wouldn’t have otherwise. Most of the heavy lifting of the family is done by her older brother Henry. The next in line per say. A title she is very happy to let him have. She understands that his role in their house is far different from hers. Being the only daughter. She will be married out of the family to someone her parents deem favorable. It will probably be for the benefit of the family.
● As cynical as it seems she has long ago given up on the idea of having some fairytale romance. Any “romance” will be to please whatever ambitions her Father has. It would be naïve to think otherwise. Especially given this is Cirilla’s fifth time dealing with the headache that is social season.
Notable Connections
drusilla white prince { daughter of snow white } - good friend gwendolyn dallben { daughter of tarzan } - good friend
#*. throw your hells to the heavens | intros#*. watching your vanity slip | cirilla#*. intro | cirilla
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Their Royal Majesties Raya of Heart and Namaari of Fang are proud to present their child, The Honorable SHOI MING KUMANDRA, for the upcoming social season. We hear they’re NURTURING and CONVIVIAL, but can also be STUBBORN and NON-COMMITTAL. And it’s said they bare a remarkable resemblance to GEMMA CHAN, but that’s merely a coincidence. We’re sure they’ll cause quite a stir in the town this year, but only time will tell.
age: 39 homeland: Kumandra gender: cis female sexuality: pansexual
LITTLE TIDBITS { FULL BIOGRAPHY }
● Shoi Ming has spent most of her life between the Kingdom of Heart and Fang. Learning about the intricate cultures of them both. Though if you were to ask her which she prefers she would probably say Heart. But that is just because she loves the landscape of her Mother, Raya’s lands.
● She is a very friendly woman. If you don’t give her a reason to not be. She feels that everyone deserves at least a chance. That doesn’t at all make her overly trusting. She just doesn’t see the point in being prickly for no reason.
● Shoi Ming has been present for Auradon’s social season two times before this year. Once when she was a budding eighteen year old. Intrigued by the differences in the culture. And another time in her late twenties when she actually thought to find a match. Both times she has gone back to Kumandra alone. She finds it hard to give up her freedom for just anyone. Despite her mother’s insistence that being in love does not cage you.
● She has never really been pressured to find a good match for herself. Her parents were brought together in unconventional ways. So they didn’t see it as their place to choose her fate for her. That being said they do drop hints now and then about wanting to see her happy. Especially now, since she is getting later in her years.
#*. throw your hells to the heavens | intros#*. I might be too weak to fall in love | shoi ming#*. intro | Shoi Ming
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Ames LeFou is proud to send their child, LÉONIE LEFOU, to the Land of Auradon for the upcoming social season. We hear they’re ADAPTABLE and ATHLETIC, but can also be COMPETITIVE and UNTRUSTING. And it’s said they bare a remarkable resemblance to TESSA THOMPSON, but that’s merely a coincidence. We’re sure they’ll cause quite a stir in the ton this year but only time will tell.
age: 38 homeland: The Shadow Realm gender: non-binary (she/they) sexuality: pansexual
LITTLE TIDBITS { FULL BIOGRAPHY }
● Léonie is one of the older Shadow Borne being offered a place in Auradon. She was born before the war, fought in it and had to deal with the consequences just as her father Ames Lefou did. Even if she’d only been twelve at the time. But she is at her core a survivor so she adapted to their new situation easily. ● Her mother died during childbirth leaving her in the care of her father. Who despite his shortcomings did it best to be a loving father. Léonie has a great deal of respect for the man. Even if she doesn’t see eye to eye with him on some things. { mostly his toxic relationship with the elder Fortin. } He is still her father, and he did his best to make sure she survived. Over the last couple of years there has been a bit more distance between the father daughter duo. But Léonie just sees that as part of growing up.
● Léonie is as far from a “Lady” as one could be. She grew up learning to hunt, wearing men's clothing and brawling in taverns under the watchful eye of her father. The Elder Lefou always pushed her to emulate his idol Gaston. If you ask her she has grown to be a much better version of the ass hole, but that’s neither here nor there.
● She can be rather stand offish at first when it comes to new people. She learned early on that one does not just trust on a whim. But once she deems you worthy she is a much lighter person. She will joke around and poke fun even.
● Léonie for the most part has a pretty neutral view on most of the Auradonians. But she isn’t a huge fan of High Society. She doesn’t like the standards and rules placed on women. Especially since she wasn’t exactly raised like that. It is definitely going to be hard for her to fit in. But the women prides herself on being adaptable so she’s not going to half ass it.
NOTABLE CONNECTIONS:
theodore fortin { son of gaston } - surrogate brother / best friend
#*. throw your hells to the heavens | intros#*. a kiss with a fist is better then none | léonie#*. intro | léonie
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Panic! at the Disco - Emperor’s New Clothes
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𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖞 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝕱𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙.
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𝙸'𝚖 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢
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Do you think that when my pool boy leaves a leaf in the pool, that I don’t want to string him upside down and suck him dry?
NIGHT TEETH (2021) dir. Adam Randall
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