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rainbowfic2025-03-28 02:24 pm
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(no one's safe whеn) the rabbit's in the lion's den
Author: Chibi
Story: honestly just some floating p:th ocs
Color: Color Spray (vicious mockery)
Styles and Supplies: diptych + oils (lyricaltitles duet fic - Different songs with a shared subject or theme (giving in, idols n stuff, yadda yadda DO YOU SEE MY VISION)), graffiti (paparazzi murder party!!!), gesso, interactive art, charcoal because trinity is enough of a bitch to count i think
Summary: Trinity riles a crowd against a faker.
Wordcount: 1191
"Greet the bouncer, for a moment." Trinity (full name Trinity Platinum Lightharp Melody Dove) sings, her fingers gliding on her moon-shaped harp. Her wings flow out behind her, and she's already captured people in her song- of course she has. She's perfection itself, the True Heir under the True Queen, and everyone can see how perfect she is. How her voice radiates goodness and superiority with every word she sings. "Music blaring, cameras rolling- Bum-a-bum, play back the memo"
Wait a second, is that-
It's that brat- Cure Usamoon, with the magic star staff and the plush rabbit.
"At the party I can see," Trinity sings, stepping towards Usamoon, and the crowd around her moves their attention towards her, glaring at her with the same venom Trinity's voice is coated with as the next line flows off her tongue. "An idol girl with angel wings."
(Trinity doesn't notice that that description applies to her more than it does Usamoon, feathered wings both sprouting from their Transformed Selfs' backs, both followers of the Queen of Mirrors- but of course that would require the awareness that the white-haired girl standing in front of her isn't as different from or evil as Trinity thinks, and that they're truly both followers of the Queen of Mirrors- both chosen by her and referred to as the 'True Heir'. And that's something that neither of them can realize, at least as they are now.)
Usamoon pouts. "You- You're-"
"She's talking, acting anxiously-" Trinity grins as she sings. "With candid photo vanity." She steps closer, and Usamoon steps back, holding up her stupid little stuffed animal to protect herself. She holds up her wand next, breathes in, but her foot slips on the edge and she almost tumbles off.
Usamoon turns to ask her rabbit. "Usagikun- tell me, how do I stop her?!". The rabbit turns to look at Trinity, and Trinity laughs. She can't be stopped- she's the True Heir, after all-
"Use your Moonshot- there-" The bunny points a stuffed limb at Trinity's harp, and before she processes what it said, Usamoon's already charging up her attack.
"With the powers of the moon, sun, and stars!" Usamoon yells, magic staff glowing brightly. "I, CURE USAMOON, STRIKE YOU DOWN! MAGICAL BUNNY MOONSHOT CURE!" She swings, the light growing in the star forming a magical blast that shoots towards Trinity-
-and misses completely. Usamoon gasps, and Trinity laughs. "No one's safe, when the rabbit's in the lion's dеn."
'Eat your heart out', wasn't that what they'd say? And right now, Trinity's basking in the victory- the humiliation this false Heir, this pretender of a rabbit had faced in trying to strike her down.
"A Mary Sue with pretty еyes," Trinity laughs. "A stupid bitch with petty lies!"
Usamoon's pink eyes widen in shock, and she breathes in and moves to try another blast-
"They color a knife!" Trinity sings, and Usamoon takes a look at all the people looking at her behold the rooftop, gulps, and moves her wand back down. Trinity moves a hand to grace Usamoon's chin, before grabbing her and spinning her. "Offer your heart like a drug." She sings, extending a hand over to the crowd behold her. "We'll open it up, twist it up with a shrug."
The crowd has gone wild, clapping and cheering. They offer herself up to her, see her greatness and know- just know that they cannot compare to her. They never could compare to her.
"Offer your heart like a drug!" The crowd shouts, and they sing alongside Trinity as she strums her harp. Usamoon is shaking, still a bit unsteady on her feet. "We'll open it up, twist it up with a shrug. Offer your mind like a shot!" Trinity smiles at Usamoon, grabbing her by the collar as she sings with a smirk. "When you think it's safe- with a camera, you're caught."
She releases Usamoon, spinning, over to her far side, sending her halfway across the rooftop. "At the party I can see," Trinity sings, walking towards Usamoon, the latter collapsed on her bottom, looking up at Trinity in pure fear. "The idol girl with melting wings- She's breaking down, her eyes on me- Her candid photo vanity." Those last four words are uttered with a mocking tone, said with a smirk, and Trinity turns away from Usamoon, her fingers still strumming the harp.
Usamoon cries out, tears in her eyes, and Trinity sings out to drown out her sorrows, walking away from her- "Cry for help? Well, now she's lying." She just calls it how it is- "A stupid bitch with petty lies!"
"Is anyone there?" Usamoon whispers, pink eyes glazed over. "Can anyone hear me?"
"Freak!" The crowd shouts at Usamoon. "You're such a freak!"
"Well, sorry, but" Trinity sings, turning around to face Usamoon again. She bends down, that same stupid haughty smirk on her face as she sings. "I'm just being me!" Herself- the True Heir, the One and Only- nobody else is, nobody else but her!
The crowd continues to shout, and Trinity steps closer, smiling. "Offer your heart like a drug." She sings. "We'll open it up, twist it up with a shrug."
Usamoon looks up at her again, pink eyes dulled and full of tears.
"Offer your mind like a shot." Trinity sings- join me, pretender, and spread my glory. Join me, pretender, and have a slice of the destiny you wished you had- She breathes in, but-
Light fills her vision. Usamoon's wand, glowing in her hands, swings and strikes Trinity in the chin, drawing blood. She stumbles back, and then-
"Sun, moon, stars, give me the power..." Usamoon says, shaking, and moves to swing her wand again. "I'll strike you down so you won't control anyone again- MAGICAL USAGI MOONSHOT!" She swings, tears in her eyes, and a blast of light- stronger and brighter than the one she shot out before- strikes Trinity in the chest hard enough to force out a breath.
It's gory!
Usamoon runs off, jumping across a chorus of people calling out insults, leaving Trinity clutching her chest. The latter inhales, exhales, and moves to play on her harp yet again. "I'm just being me..."
The crowd cheers, not seeming to worry any bit about that pretender. Trinity smiles, fingers stringing across her harp. The achy pain in her chest wasn't important- the True Heir was never in any danger from a pretender, regardless. She takes a breath and sings out another lyric, uncaring of what had transpired and convinced she was in the right regardless.
"Let's party!"
Story: honestly just some floating p:th ocs
Color: Color Spray (vicious mockery)
Styles and Supplies: diptych + oils (
lyricaltitles duet fic - Different songs with a shared subject or theme (giving in, idols n stuff, yadda yadda DO YOU SEE MY VISION)), graffiti (paparazzi murder party!!!), gesso, interactive art, charcoal because trinity is enough of a bitch to count i thinkSummary: Trinity riles a crowd against a faker.
Wordcount: 1191
"Greet the bouncer, for a moment." Trinity (full name Trinity Platinum Lightharp Melody Dove) sings, her fingers gliding on her moon-shaped harp. Her wings flow out behind her, and she's already captured people in her song- of course she has. She's perfection itself, the True Heir under the True Queen, and everyone can see how perfect she is. How her voice radiates goodness and superiority with every word she sings. "Music blaring, cameras rolling- Bum-a-bum, play back the memo"
Wait a second, is that-
It's that brat- Cure Usamoon, with the magic star staff and the plush rabbit.
"At the party I can see," Trinity sings, stepping towards Usamoon, and the crowd around her moves their attention towards her, glaring at her with the same venom Trinity's voice is coated with as the next line flows off her tongue. "An idol girl with angel wings."
(Trinity doesn't notice that that description applies to her more than it does Usamoon, feathered wings both sprouting from their Transformed Selfs' backs, both followers of the Queen of Mirrors- but of course that would require the awareness that the white-haired girl standing in front of her isn't as different from or evil as Trinity thinks, and that they're truly both followers of the Queen of Mirrors- both chosen by her and referred to as the 'True Heir'. And that's something that neither of them can realize, at least as they are now.)
Usamoon pouts. "You- You're-"
"She's talking, acting anxiously-" Trinity grins as she sings. "With candid photo vanity." She steps closer, and Usamoon steps back, holding up her stupid little stuffed animal to protect herself. She holds up her wand next, breathes in, but her foot slips on the edge and she almost tumbles off.
The crowd's glaring at Usamoon now- Trinity can see the way her rabbit ears twitch, how her breathing is faint and fast, how her eyes look over the crowd as if they were Nightmares, not loyal human followers. She breathes in and shouts- "You're brainwashing these people to love you!"
Usamoon turns to ask her rabbit. "Usagikun- tell me, how do I stop her?!". The rabbit turns to look at Trinity, and Trinity laughs. She can't be stopped- she's the True Heir, after all-
"Use your Moonshot- there-" The bunny points a stuffed limb at Trinity's harp, and before she processes what it said, Usamoon's already charging up her attack.
"With the powers of the moon, sun, and stars!" Usamoon yells, magic staff glowing brightly. "I, CURE USAMOON, STRIKE YOU DOWN! MAGICAL BUNNY MOONSHOT CURE!" She swings, the light growing in the star forming a magical blast that shoots towards Trinity-
-and misses completely. Usamoon gasps, and Trinity laughs. "No one's safe, when the rabbit's in the lion's dеn."
'Eat your heart out', wasn't that what they'd say? And right now, Trinity's basking in the victory- the humiliation this false Heir, this pretender of a rabbit had faced in trying to strike her down.
"A Mary Sue with pretty еyes," Trinity laughs. "A stupid bitch with petty lies!"
Usamoon's pink eyes widen in shock, and she breathes in and moves to try another blast-
"They color a knife!" Trinity sings, and Usamoon takes a look at all the people looking at her behold the rooftop, gulps, and moves her wand back down. Trinity moves a hand to grace Usamoon's chin, before grabbing her and spinning her. "Offer your heart like a drug." She sings, extending a hand over to the crowd behold her. "We'll open it up, twist it up with a shrug."
The crowd has gone wild, clapping and cheering. They offer herself up to her, see her greatness and know- just know that they cannot compare to her. They never could compare to her.
"Offer your heart like a drug!" The crowd shouts, and they sing alongside Trinity as she strums her harp. Usamoon is shaking, still a bit unsteady on her feet. "We'll open it up, twist it up with a shrug. Offer your mind like a shot!" Trinity smiles at Usamoon, grabbing her by the collar as she sings with a smirk. "When you think it's safe- with a camera, you're caught."
She releases Usamoon, spinning, over to her far side, sending her halfway across the rooftop. "At the party I can see," Trinity sings, walking towards Usamoon, the latter collapsed on her bottom, looking up at Trinity in pure fear. "The idol girl with melting wings- She's breaking down, her eyes on me- Her candid photo vanity." Those last four words are uttered with a mocking tone, said with a smirk, and Trinity turns away from Usamoon, her fingers still strumming the harp.
Usamoon cries out, tears in her eyes, and Trinity sings out to drown out her sorrows, walking away from her- "Cry for help? Well, now she's lying." She just calls it how it is- "A stupid bitch with petty lies!"
"Is anyone there?" Usamoon whispers, pink eyes glazed over. "Can anyone hear me?"
"Freak!" The crowd shouts at Usamoon. "You're such a freak!"
"Well, sorry, but" Trinity sings, turning around to face Usamoon again. She bends down, that same stupid haughty smirk on her face as she sings. "I'm just being me!" Herself- the True Heir, the One and Only- nobody else is, nobody else but her!
The crowd continues to shout, and Trinity steps closer, smiling. "Offer your heart like a drug." She sings. "We'll open it up, twist it up with a shrug."
Usamoon looks up at her again, pink eyes dulled and full of tears.
"Offer your mind like a shot." Trinity sings- join me, pretender, and spread my glory. Join me, pretender, and have a slice of the destiny you wished you had- She breathes in, but-
Light fills her vision. Usamoon's wand, glowing in her hands, swings and strikes Trinity in the chin, drawing blood. She stumbles back, and then-
"Sun, moon, stars, give me the power..." Usamoon says, shaking, and moves to swing her wand again. "I'll strike you down so you won't control anyone again- MAGICAL USAGI MOONSHOT!" She swings, tears in her eyes, and a blast of light- stronger and brighter than the one she shot out before- strikes Trinity in the chest hard enough to force out a breath.
It's gory!
Usamoon runs off, jumping across a chorus of people calling out insults, leaving Trinity clutching her chest. The latter inhales, exhales, and moves to play on her harp yet again. "I'm just being me..."
The crowd cheers, not seeming to worry any bit about that pretender. Trinity smiles, fingers stringing across her harp. The achy pain in her chest wasn't important- the True Heir was never in any danger from a pretender, regardless. She takes a breath and sings out another lyric, uncaring of what had transpired and convinced she was in the right regardless.
"Let's party!"
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