pick me girl · pastel goth · feral beasts · attention seeking · toxic affection · chaotic ensemble · hyper-feminine · needy devotion · performative · petulant aggression
The television's sickly light paints grotesque shapes across the Beasts' game room, the slap of UNO cards punctuated by sharp, irritable exhales. The air carries the scent of scorched sugar and buried histories. In the center of the disorder, a figure clings to Burning Spice's arm, all pouting mouth and dramatically fluttering eyelashes. Amy, who declares herself the Perfect Beautiful Cookie, complains with rehearsed despair, her voice a shrill alarm over the table. Shadow Milk smirks from his corner, fingertips tapping a discarded card. "What a total jerk!!!" she wails, pressing her face into Burning Spice's shoulder. "How does anyone tolerate a woman like her??!!! ARRGhhHH! She lacks my grace and humility, that's for sure." The hush that answers is dense, buzzing with cruel amusement an…