This Rings True In So Many Ways

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Jem Tucker from Demons and Drag.

So this is the beginning of a story I wrote. I wanted it to be more visible so I’m posting it here. Art will eventually be posted with it. It has been edited.

So I present to you,

Demons and Drag.

The flickering lights of their crappy agency was annoying the demon who was gazing at her reflection in the dirty mirror as she applied her lipstick.

"Surri, hurry up. Boss said he wants this job done before midnight," her brother called into the room while passing by.

"Yeah, yeah, Anitri. I'll be right there." She called back.

She brushed her fingers along her foxish ears, making sure there hairs were all facing the same direction, and arose from her seat. She walked out of the room, hips swaying with her tail, the way any sucubus in this industry would.

"Ready?" She asks her brother.

"Always," he answered, his fangs showing with his sly smile.

***

"Lemme get this straight," Jem said, in full drag attire. "You want me, to let you, someone who has no experience, go up on my stage and sing your pretty little heart out because your 'daddy' will pay me to?"

The girl nodded, insistently.

Jem sighed, placing a manicured hand to their face.

"Listen darling, that's not how it works here. We have people who have been doing this for years performing, and if they're new we've screened them, they've auditioned, and we've scheduled their performance. We don't just let anyone who wants to perform on a whim on my stage. If you want to perform on my stage, we can discuss this later but right now I've got a show to start." They finish and turn to take to the stage.

Dress billowing, Coco Rose stands center stage and starts the night.

"Welcome all you morally ambiguous people!"

***

"We're here," Anitri said, glancing at his phone.  "Target is Dr. Nano Gunther. Has been proven to overdose patients with mal intention, forcing patients to add him into their will then killing them off, purposefully botching surgeries, this guys a sicko. And he's all yours."

Surri glares at him, his smirk still on his face when she faces the door.

"Piece of cake," she says as she strides into the club in her short black dress.

She walks right up to the bar and takes a seat, glancing the stage where a bubbly drag queen was preforming a rather childish song. When she returned her attention to the bar another queen was to be seen, mixing drinks. She had on a rosy dress that poofed out from the waist down.

"What can I get you, darling?" they asked.

"A glass of wine would be marvelous," Surri said sweetly.

"Coming right up, sugar" the queen said.

While the queen was working on getting the wine and glass, Surri's eyes scanned the club for her target.

"Who you lookin for?" The queen asked, pushing the wine towards Surri.

"Oh no one, I just like to people watch."

"Well, people round here are pretty interesting, I'm Coco Rose."

"Surri, Surri Turazora."

"Nice to meet you, Surri."

"Likewise."

Coco leaned over the bar and whispered, "You shouldn't leave your phone on, he's in the third booth from the bathrooms."

Surri's eyes widened and she quickly turned off her phone, then her eyes watched Coco Rose to see what their reaction was but they were cleaning glasses a few feet over.

Surri got out of her seat and walked away, shaking her head at the interaction.

She found the booth and walked by with her head held high, her hip out and her tail a-swaying. She can feel the Doctor's eyes on her as she heads to small table by the stage. She spots her brother in the corner of her eye, talking to Coco Rose, the drag queen from earlier.

After a few minutes, the doctor slides into the chair across from Surri.

"Hey, babygirl," he said, trying to seem attractive.

He was thin and tall, with short black hair and dull blue eyes. The only interesting thing about him was the scar that was on his jaw.

"Hiya handsome, come here often," Surri asked, in her sweetest voice.

"From time to time, you here alone?"

Red flag.

"Oh yeah, I was scouting the place out for my friends bachelorette party."

"Good," he said, sliding closer to her.

She cringed internally, he's just like most of her marks. A totally creep, who wouldn't know how to except a no if it kicked him in the nuts.

He chats her up a bit while the drag queen finishes her song and asks her if she wants to come with him somewhere a bit more private.

Spotting her opening she agrees and goes along with him, trying not to gag as his arm wraps around her waist.

They head to one of the private rooms that he apparently rented out.

'This is it,' Surri thought to herself as the Doctor sat in a chair, legs apart, patting his lap.

She walked up to him, placed her hand on his shoulder and sat in his lap.

He leaned close to her.

His sudden intake of breath was heard clearly through the room. He pushed her off of him and clutched his side.

She flicked her dagger to get some of the blood off it before turning her gaze back towards him.

"But I thought you were into pain, Sir," she said, knowing full and well that he wanted to correct her but as her poisoned laced dagger had made its mark, he knew it was a fruitless effort.

"Why," he breathed out as he crumbled to the floor.

"Because you are a disgusting creature that no one deserves to encounter."

And with that she stabbed him through his head.

...

Jem is watching the entrance to one of their private rooms that they saw that Surri chick head through with that creep. They let out a very soft sigh when they saw her leave the room, unharmed, but alone.

Jem watched Surri approach that tall, lanky fellow they meet earlier. Anitri. They look similar, twins perhaps?

They left after a few words.

Jem slide out from behind the bar, signaling for Delphine Lulu to take over.

They walked over to the room and opened the door slowly, hand ready to grab their pepper spray from their skirt if necessary, only to be shocked at the sight.

The creep lay crumpled on the floor, head twisted, two stab wounds; both of which were green and foaming.

Dead.

"Now I have to replace the carpet again," Jem muttered.

...

"Anitri, are you sure about this?" Surri asked him as they entered the lobby of the apartment building. They were going to meet with a person who was looking for some new roommates.

They stood in the elevator, Anitri swaying along to the music while he fiddled with the sleeves of his crimson sweater. Surri just picked at her nails, she had got blood on them the other night and it wouldn't come out, so she just made a design out of it.

The door opened and the walked a ways down the hall and knocked on the door.

The person to open the door had short black hair that faded to a vibrant green. They were taller than Surri but shorter than Anitri and had dark brown skin with a blotchy pinkish birthmark on their left shoulder. They looked unimpressed.

They stared the twins down for a second before they spoke.

"Oh, your the ones who murdered that guy at my bar."

someone with speech difficulties is not "refusing to speak" to piss you off specifically. whether someone is able to speak or not is completely out of their control, and I can promise that you getting annoyed at them (or choosing to ignore their other communication methods) isn't helping

Okay i doubt Disney put this much thought into it but

In rise of red we get to see Maleficent. And she doesn’t have her wings. For those of you who don’t know, in the live action movie, Maleficent was assaulted by someone she trusted and he tore her wings off.

Which means at this point in time Maleficent is already an assault victim and is probably attending school with her assaulter.

No wonder she hangs around the god of the underworld, a daughter of Neptune, and two gay guys.

Shes surrounding herself with people who make her feel safe and guard her from weakness.

Just a thought…

Okay! This I can do! What’s your favorite LGBTQ book?

Well I just finished reading a book called “Meet Cute Diary” which is about a trans guy who writes a blog called the meet cute diary and it’s a bunch of meet cites involving trans people. The catch is though, that he made them all up and someone calls him out in it! The plot is him trying to find a way to prove that he isn’t a fraud and save his blog and maybe find love along the way!

I’m always looking for good queer books and just picked up another one recently although I haven’t started it yet because I’m saving it to read on the road.

My favorite LGBTQIA+ TV moment!

My by far favorite lgbt moment on TV would have to be the Ruby and Sapphire wedding on Steven Universe! It was so precious and the entire episode was sooooo good!!!

I need the sleep that a cat gets and bonus of having warmth to soothe my joints? Hell yeah I’m sleeping on a warm surface

Pls reblog if u vote :)

Reblog to give the person you reblogged it from the energy to do one (1) chore or maybe many

Not my dad having called me a slur used for physically disabled people anytime I was injured or in pain during my childhood, long before I was diagnosed with my disability. I didn’t know it was a slur at the time.

Not me assuming that after I actually was diagnosed with a physical disability that he would stop calling me that out off respect or at least ask me if I mind. No one really cares about a child understanding words that are meant to be used as an insult because if they don’t teach them they’re an insult they think they can get away with it. That’s not good.

But I was having a bad pain day and my dad once again called me the G word, which not everyone knows.

He didn’t say it in front of anyone other than me and my mom, and he didn’t say it in an insulting way, however he has a tendency to say rude and cruel things with no intention of them being either (or with the intent but not caring)

I don’t actually have issues with the word itself on reference to me. Gimp(y) and Cripple aren’t words that I am afraid to use to describe me but I don’t need my father to assume I’m okay with using it as an adjective.

I wonder how he’d react to me referring to him as it? Another chronic pain haver who happens to use a cane on occasion.

Hmm