Citrus Posted April 18, 2018 Author Posted April 18, 2018 __________________________________________________________________________ Episode 7 - The Music Video The Entries Gladys Lux Maure Gladys' Final Entry Portfolio S4E8: Buy Buy Birdie Hide contents Quote Gladys' first merch item is her Coloring Look Book! With issues twice a year, it contains a compilation of about 20 looks of Gladys. For the first few issues, many of her looks are the ones she made famous on ADR, as well as looks she has shown off on tour and on Instagram. Included here are 3 sample pages. Each issue will also have a never-before-seen look, as well as a special blank page. Fans can use their creativity to bring Gladys' new look to life, as well as create an entirely new look. Fans can share them on social media and at the end of the year, Gladys picks two winning entries from each issue. The winners will receive a VIP pass to see Gladys on stage with the looks they created themselves, as well as a lunch the morning before and an autograph. At DragCon, the books are sold with a collection of colored pencils created specifically by Gladys. (Includes colors like Aciid Rose, Citrus Orange, Elimination Red, and Chanel's Green With Envy.) On Gladys' website, you can choose to buy both of the years issues in a bundle, as well as two different colored pencil sets, with the second a collection of nudes. Gladys' second merch item is her very own Nendoroids. Created by the Good Smile Company, Nendoroids are some of the most popular merchandise items in the anime community. They are essentially action figures you assemble piece by piece. Gladys jumped at the offer to have her very own! With three releases a year, Gladys' Nendoroids have blown up in popularity. Recreating some of her classic looks, they are made to the exact detail of the original outfits. They come with extra props, extra hands to hold them, and 3 different face plates to show off Gladys' wide array of emotions. Gladys' Nendoroids are also unique in that they have movable joints. Included here are Nendoroids two of Gladys' most memorable outfits. Sold at limited quantities, these are the ultimate collectors items. On Gladys' website, for a small extra fee, you can choose specific face plates you want included with your figure. Please take photos of your little Gladys' and share them on social media! Gladys' final merch item are the iconic dakimakuras! For those of you that aren't weeaboos, these are body pillows. Gladys knows her audience and lane, and has provided her fans with the opportunity to finally sleep with her! Each year, Gladys does a photoshoot for new pillows. If you donate money to her Patreon, you can unlock male body pillows, as well as half-and halfs (full makeup and wig, but pure boy body.) Gladys' mind is always running and thinking of ways to be more creative. She is so happy to get to create merchandise for her fans, along with her fans! For my runway this week, I am giving you Boss woman of the Lair of Evil Realness. At first, I had a lot of difficulty coming up with an outfit for this theme. But as I kept at it, I managed to create a look I felt was pretty high fashion for myself. I took inspiration from Miriam Shor's character on Younger: a no-nonsense business woman that wears clean and simple dresses, but adorns it with insanely large jewelry. A plaid-like patterned dress, satin gloves, a black shawl over the shoulders, the only thing missing is a long, black cigar. And of course, this woman brings her hypoallergenic, non-shedding puppy to work with her. A boss bitch. This was the most fun I've had with a challenge so far. I really feel like I've honed in on my aesthetic, and I'm super proud of my entry. I really hope you all enjoy! S4S11: The PokeBall Hide contents Quote Never did I ever think I'd make it to the ball. Not only do I get to do what has become my favorite part of the whole competition, the runways, but to get to do a Pokémon-themed ball had me jumping for joy. And although the pressure of being so close to the end really got to me this week, I managed to really turn it out and create some looks that I'm beyond proud of. And I didn't ask for an extension this time!!! First up, my Trainer look. For all of my looks but particularly this one, I wanted to emulate Ken Sugimori's style as best as I could. I'm a smalltown girl from Kanto, born and raised in Kalos, and of Alolan descent. I'm all about fashion and looking my best. Whether I'm shopping in Celadon or trekking through Rock Tunnel, I look good! I serve femininity and playfulness, but make no mistake: I'll beat your ass in a Pokémon battle without even messing up my wig. One of my partner Pokémon is Clefairy, who's been with me since I was a child. Fairy-types are rare in Kanto, and I take great pride in my little girl! My hat (and outfit in general) is also a subtle homage to her. Next, my Elite 4 look. Even though I'm of Alolan descent, I've always been partial to cold weather. After storming the Elite 4 of all of the different regions, I was approached to replace that old bitch Lorelei in Kanto's Elite 4. Ice by nature is a terrible type, but I always rise up to a challenge, and I want to prove that a frail and fragile type like Ice can still kick ass and be beautiful. Serving you Lizzie McGuire in Rome with my elaborate igloo couture cage dress, Elsa wishes she could be this sickening. Studded with snowflake sequins with a giant icicle crown, I am truly the Ice Queen. With me is my baby Cubchoo, who sits on a throne and watches me fight my matches. He loves to cheer me on and snot on my opponents when they lose. By the way, my team usually consists of Froslass, Mega Abomasnow, Wealive, Alolan Sandslash, and Lapras. Finally, my Ace look! I first met my Aegislash in Kalos when he was a tiny Honedge. He grew to be a wonderful partner to me and my strongest teammate, who helped me with all of my Elite 4 takedowns. I dedicate this look to him. I wear a dress covered in sequins and shiny scales, to illuminate my dress and give the illusion of metal. I wear Aegislash's shield as a hat with a veil, to give me a ghostly air of mystery. Along with a Dusk Stone emblem on my chest, I strive to show my inner strength, poise, and royalty. With me is one of the many perfect baby Honedges that I breed and trade to the lessers. This was so unbelievably fun and I truly hope you all enjoy!!! AS1E5: Tales from the Orchard Hide contents Quote *late-night commercial* If you like your bitches with an Asian twist, and all the ****ing and sucking you can handle, welcome to the month of Cocktober on Spice. Hi, this is Gladys Lux Maure, and you're watching The Spice Channel! I'm so excited to share that my graphic novel "The Phantom of The Dive Bar (The Haunting of Gladys)" has been turned into a tv movie! As part of the Tales Of The Orchard anthology series, it'll be airing on Cocktober 31st, so don't miss it. And I'm also happy to announce that I've finally gotten permission republish the original novel and sell it at DragCon LA this year! Come pick up a copy this May 11th, 12th, and 13th! And you can go to my website, GladysLuxMaure.org to see an in-the-making sample. If you want to see the full and finished product, you need to go to DragCon! This has been Gladys, enjoy The Spice Channel! ... The Phantom of the Gay Bar (The Haunting of Gladys) [Plot Summary] Theaters all around New York, specifically on Broadway, are well known and documented for being haunted by spirits of the past. Gladys Lux Maure's shine had faded years after her run on ADR's Drag Race. She was preparing a comeback performance at The Carter Theater, an old theater that had strange rumors whispered about it. The night of her debut show, Gladys was found dead in her dressing room. Many workers and actors at the theater have their own accounts of what happened to her. The following is an artist's rendition of how she is believed to have passed through the eyes of a cabaret dancer who made his home there... ATTENTION: This entry and runway are NSFW! Do not open this in public (or in private tbh), you have been warned! Reveal hidden contents Runway: Reveal hidden contents Reveal hidden contents I'm giving you fully rotten and gutted fish with this filth runway. I'm wearing a dress made out of my own intestinal track, and I'm ****ting and pissing all over that stage. Literally. The corsets I constantly shove my body in have taken it's toll, with my sunken ribcage and flabby titties that leak pus are in full display. My hands and arms are covered in blood and other bodily fluids, and I'm currently working on a Guinness world record to the longest nails ever. I'm getting there! My eyes are bloodshot and infected with god know what, and my teeth are hanging onto my blackened gums by a thread. My skin is melting off all over, and I've truly been scalped up top with a chunk of my brain hanging out. My one pristine wig is not covered in god knows what and completely knotted and tangled. And right in the center of my chest, I wear my somehow still bearing heart. I took a huge risk with my entry this week, I don't know how people will respond. I decided to take an equally risky choice for the runway and did something I haven't before. I usually do multiple drafts of a drawing, but this is all one single paper I used to create one of the weirdest looks I've done yet. I hope you all kii at this entry. If you manage to gag in delight (or in disgust), I'll consider that a win. 3 For my portfolio, I wanted to pick the three challenges that best encompassed me and my growing aesthetic. The branding challenge from Episode 8 is the episode where I truly came into my own as a drag queen and a competitor, and it really marked my "comeback" in the competition. The PokeBall is probably one of my favorite challenges. It worked perfectly with my aesthetic and I created three of my best looks ever. The final choice was a tough pick between this episode and the Theatre episode. I chose Tales from the Orchard because I really took a risk this episode by going in a direction I hadn't before and I went full throttle. It might be one of my most striking entries I've ever done and I'm beyond proud of it. Final Lipsync A Live Performance DISCLAIMER: Please close your eyes and do not open them until the video starts! Trust me! Click Here A Story... Beep. Beep. Beep. Gladys’ eyes fluttered open from the sound of her alarm ringing. She stared at the ceiling for a moment, taking the time to regain her consciousness and prepare. “Today is finally the day”, she mused to herself. “I never really thought this moment would come.” She took a minute to stretch her arms and legs and hopped out of bed. She carefully stepped over the mountains of clothes laid out across her floor on her way to her now nearly empty closet. On the last hanger was the perfect outfit she had picked out for the occasion. She slipped into the tight, red velvet sweater and checkered pink skirt. She hopped over to her mirror to smooth out her outfit. She bent down to dig into one molehill of clothes and pulled out a hairbrush. She slowly ran through her strawberry blonde hair with the brush, humming to herself. She gave herself one last look over in the mirror, long enough to admire the confidence in her stance she hadn’t noticed but not too long lest the anxiety creeps back in. Gladys bounded out of her room and down the stairs two steps at a time. She quickly slipped on her boots and placed her cap over her head, and blew a kiss to the empty air behind her, a habit of hers whenever she leaves her house. After locking the door behind her, she took a deep breath and allowed the fresh air to course through her veins. From her house on top of a hill, she took in the view of her little town a ways below. In the distance where the town square was, she could see her destination. Filled with a swell of energy she never felt before, Gladys ran down the hill as fast as she could. The sun shone brightly across town and the breeze blew behind Gladys, almost as if the wind was carrying her. She had managed to reach the building in record time and took a minute to catch her breath before steeling herself and knocking on the door. After a beat, she heard footsteps from the other side, and soon the door opened. “Yes?” A woman opened the door with a look of surprise. She looked younger than Gladys and yet seemed a great deal older and frailer. “Hello. My name is Gladys, and I’m here to receive my license.” “Really?!” The young-old woman seemed a bit dumbfounded by Gladys’ statement. “Um, I mean, sorry. I’m just surprised, we haven’t had anyone come here for a while and then I get two girls! Anyway, please come in!” The young woman ushers Gladys in the foyer of the waiting area and goes to a nearby desk and grabs some papers. “Gladys, Gladys… Aha! Found you. Alright, if you may, please take a seat over there while I get everything prepared!” The woman points to a quaint and tiny living room space with old wood furniture and a tea and sweets set on the table. As Gladys walked over, she saw a girl sitting on one of the sofas. The girl was almost blinding with the amount of gaudy jewelry that decorates her and the amount of skin she was showing. Her aura felt intimidating. Gladys took a seat across from the girl on another sofa. “How many times did you have to take the test before you passed?” Gladys decided to be the one to strike up the first conversation. “I had to take this test twice, I flopped the first time” The girl seemed to relax once she started to talk. “I’m shocked I managed to pass the second time, but thank god I did. What about you?” “This is my first time taking the test. I’ve been eligible to take it for a while but I haven’t.” Gladys replied sheepishly. “Mess, how long did you wait?” “Nearly 8 years.” “Wait. Are you a hetero?” The girl leaned forward to look Gladys in her eyes. “Umm…. No?” “Oh, okay. Good! That’s pretty fast, to be honest. Most gays take much longer.” Gladys giggled at that joke. “What about you, how long did you take?” “I took 7 years, but I’m hetero-adjacent.” The two girls laughed, and the mysterious girl held out her hand to Gladys. “My name's Stone.” “Gladys.” The two shook hands firmly. The two continued to make small talk until they heard the click-clack of kitten heels on the hardwood floor. “Okay, ladies! I have everything ready for you two.” The young woman walked back into the room, sporting a clean white jacket. Stone and Gladys stood and walked over to the woman. “Gladys, Stone. I want to congratulate you two for getting your licenses! Today, you two… ..... have officially become Pokemon Trainers!” Thre woman handed the two girls a red tablet; their very own Pokedex. “Not many gays have wanted to become trainers after they upped the legal age limit to 16.” “Oh, actually I’m hetero-adj-” Stone was cut off as the woman continued to talk. “I’m surprised that most gays seem to be over the Gym scene and the traveling lately. Good for you two for wanting to become trainers. Now, I don’t think I’ve officially introduced myself. I am Professor Citrus, and it’s nice to have you two. If you would follow me, I’ll lead you to your new partners.” Citrus led them through the house into another room. Stone leaned into Gladys and asked, “So, why did you want to become a trainer?” Gladys sighed, “Well, I’ve just gotten bored in this town. I’ve lived here all my life, and I’ve never had a Pokemon since my parents are allergic. I needed a change, so I figured why not go for it? There’s so much you can do with a license so I want to see what happens. What about you?” Stone smiled haughtily, “I’m just looking to spite my old boyfriend. He had a stupid dream about being a Pokemon Champion, so I thought me becoming a trainer and beating him to the punch would be a gag. That, and some trainers are hot, so it should be easy for me to find a new man” “Shut up, ladies! We’re here.” Citrus walks them through an all white lab room. In the corner, it a Pikachu lies sleeping in its bed, it’s back turned to the group. Citrus picks up the two Pokeballs sitting in the resting dock. She throws them in the air, and a Bulbasuar and Charmander appear on the ground. “Now, we only have two because the others have been recently claimed So, it’s up to the two of you which ones you want, so please don’t fight too hard.” Citrus kneeled down to pet the two Pokemon. “And also, I’ve had these girls for a while waiting for trainers, so they actually have names already. You can rename them if you’d like though. So first we have Aciid the Bulbasaur, Grass-type. ” Gladys bent down to look at the tiny creature. “That’s interesting. The mark on her forehead seems different than the one in the books.” Citrus’ eyes gleamed, “I actually did some research on that, apparently that mark looks similar to a lost country that existed millenniums ago. It’s name: Mexico.” “Cool.” This talk seemed to be a bit over Stone’s mental capacity, but she was enthralled nonetheless. Citrus pointed to Aciid’s bulb, “Some Bulbasuar sprout different flowers as they grow, and this one has the seed of a rose.” Citrus tenderly pets Aciid on the head. “She’s a little snobby but she’s a sweetheart.” “Now, next, we have Tangerine the Charmander, Fire-Type.”Citrus patted Tangerine on the head. “Hey, wait a minute.” Stone seemed a bit shocked. “That Charmander isn’t orange, it looks really white. Is it one of those shinies?” Citrus quickly covered where Charmander’s ears might be, “Shhh! No, she was just born with a skin pigment defect. But she likes to pretend she’s normal colored. Or rather, she believes it, so don’t tell her!” The Charmander coughed up a flame. “She’s feisty, but she’s also a strong ally.” Citrus stood up proudly and puffed her chest, “You really can’t go wrong with either. Take it from me! ...Owth.” Citrus began to cackle to herself at her pun. Gladys and Stone’s faces glazed over due to the professor’s completely unfunny pun. Gladys couldn’t even muster up her usual fake, cordial smile. Aciid and Tangerine looked completely over it. Citrus quickly collected herself. “So yeah, anyway, feel free to take your picks.” Gladys looked at each other and then down at the two Pokemon. Gladys and Aciid’s eyes happened to meet, and they both froze, transfixed in each other’s gaze. “I think I’ll take Aciid.” Stone was also staring intently at Tangerine. “I’ll guess I’ll take this one.” Citrus beamed, “Perfect! You'll be perfect for each other. Now-” Everyone jumped at the sound of the door slamming and the sound of a banshee-like screech. Gladys and Stone looked worried as the stomping of feet got closer. Citrus and the Pokemon all collectively yawned. “I can’t take this anymore!” A blur of blue flew into the room and slammed onto the floor. It was a Squirtle, with anger and annoyance in it’ eyes. The Squirtle was abnormally short and fat for it's species. “Citrus, you need to let me switch Pokemon, I cannot deal with that hideous behemoth anymore!” The voice of the shrill voice entered the room in a huff: a deathly-skinny blonde girl with mile high boots. “Chanel, how many times do I have to tell you, I can’t take back your Pokemon once you’ve picked it. What is wrong with you two, why can’t you and Carrie get along?” Citrus’ monotone voice and completely disinterested tone immediately made it clear that this was not the first time this happened, nor would it be the last. “It doesn’t listen to a single thing I say! Not one command, the only thing it does is try to bite me constantly!” As if on cue, Carrie lunged at Chanel, but Chanel reared back and sucker-punched it, having Carrie hit the wall with her steel-like shell. “It’s chewed up all of my chokers and it even peed on my fishnets! Moonchild and I can’t take much more of this!” From behind the doorway, a small Eevee slowly crawled its way into the room. It looked about one second from fainting. Suddenly, the Pikachu asleep in the back corner of the room snapped awake. It met eyes with Moonchild, and Moonchild was frozen in horror. It wanted to run away, but it was too exhausted to move anymore. The Pikachu sprinted over with all of the agility it could muster and began to “punch” Moonchild with it’s “fist” The Pikachu had an astronomically huge chin, which it proudly put on display and it mindlessly stared into the sky while mutilating the poor Eevee. Gladys and Stone were horrified, while Chanel was simply confused. “Um, why the hell is Faye here. Is Carbon here?” Tuckered out from the hoopla, the aging Citrus sat down into a nearby chair. “Carbon left Faye here to go on a spiritual journey.” “Again?!” squawked Chanel. “Jesus Christ, how many times is she going to lose to Brock?! And How is she going to mope every single time? I swear…” It was at this moment that Chanel finally noticed Gladys and Stone were in the room. She stared at the two, and the room became tense and quiet (minus the Pokesex nearby). Chanel sized up the two, and Stone picked up the this and did the same. Gladys felt uncomfortable but was also nervous about breaking this particular silence. This is the beginning of 3 girl’s journey to become world renown Pokemon train- “PIKAAAAAAAA!!!!” Faye shot off a gigantic thunderbolt that caused the lights to explode. This caused the sprinklers in the room to go off, which brought about the hysterical shrieks of all four girls. This is the beginning of 3 girl’s journeys to become world renown Pokemon trainers. This journey will not be glamorous. Call Me Citrus Guess who's back on the scene Hands up, show me that green Chunky yet spunky Shuffling my truflle On a one way train to a brand new terrain where No Puerto Rican’s ever gone. BAM! Stomped all the way back into the Top 3 Success a familiar feeling for me Look to the sky, I headline the marquee Cemented my place as Drag Race royalty Top of the world, chilling with The Fruit Basket Just try me bitch, I’ll reserve you a casket Reclaiming my tens and snatching them mens and Tugging on weaves, better buy new elastic Nutty twink, yes I rig that drama Franchise surrounded in conflama Number One bitch, I match my PH These lips are acidic and they call me Citrus Chew my fruits like I chew my scenery Swallow the seeds, skin, even the greenery Go turn back time, trust and believe I was always the Queen And they call. Me. Citrus. Come in here and come get y'all juice! I was inspired by many fruits for this dress, but mainly the strawberry. I also incorporated the plum (hip fins) and the peach (my chest area). With a freshly washed green wig, golden seed earrings to match the golden seeds sprinkling my dress, and arms drenched in fruit juices, I'm totally ready to sink my teeth into a man, or vice versa. I am ripe for the picking and ready to spit some bars in this look! Just let me finish my plum. Does anyone want the pit? Best Drag Gladys walks onto the stage in a gigantic, red ballgown. She slowly makes her way to the center of the stage, her silk dress rippling and swaying with every step. And then... BAM!!! The front of the dress blows open! So you know how a butterfly has its cocoon? The dress has unfurled into enormous, ornate butterfly wings. Made of pure organza silk, the wings flap with each step and the glitter covering them reflect the lights of the runway. Gladys wears a form-fitting chiffon skirt that flows into a giant train in the back. The entire dress shimmers with glitter. With a ruby-red heel and a ribbon scarf to accent the look, Gladys is her very own fairy princess. Her makeup is clean, glossy and glittery pink and her blonde hair is slicked back to keep the focus on her dress. Gladys feels stunning in this dress she constructed herself. I wanted to go all out for my final look so I decided to construct an entire look like a paper doll. I used construction paper, glitter, the whole works. I would advise you to, moreso than usual, use your imagination with this look. This actually took a lot longer than I thought it would and I went through many different versions before I finalized my design. Overall, it was a very ambitious challenge that I'm happy to have accomplished. I'm glad to have chosen to do this for my final look, and I'm beyond proud of myself for seeing this through and making it happen. ----- Thank you to Aciid, Tangerine, Faye, Carrie, and Moonchild for judging this season, I appreciate all of you for your hard work and dedication. Thank you to all of the girls who participated this season, it was a pleasure to meet you all. Thak you to Stone and Chanel, who have become two very close friends of mine. To take this journey with you two has been unforgettable. Thank you to Citrus for seeing something in me twice and letting me take part in this competition. Thank you all for reading. Gladys Lux Maure, out. Stone On 4/15/2018 at 10:16 PM, Buddy! said: Top 3 entries/Verse/Speech Finished "Tales From the Orchard" Snatch: Hide contents Everyone, please welcome our favorite white supremacist..uh I mean, conservative legend, Tomi Lahren! X-fcking scuse me? I am NOT A WHITE SUPREMACIST. That is horribly offensive, and in fact, that is racist. How ****ing dare you say that? Just because i’m a conservative woman of certain ethnic background, does NOT make me a racist. I am so sick and tired of you LIBTARDS calling conservatives racist. Get a ****ing life you sensitive snowflake pussies. Take a sip, bitches. Citrus: Tomi, talk to us about what you're wearing right now. It's very....festive. Yeah, well I heard Melania was going to be here and I had to show her my favorite bathing suit! Its so chic, so stylish, so...so....me! I hope she likes it as much as I do haha. Melania: I's don't understand, where am I? Haha oh my gosh, isn't our first lady the cutest? Citrus: Ok! Lets get started! OH MY GOD! Can you WAIT? I have a special surprise for our first lady! Melania!!! LOOK! (Tomi stands up and lifts her arms, noticeably hairy armpits) Ahh! RED. WHITE. AND BLUE LIVES MATTER! MY three favorite colors. **** rainbows. NOW you can start. Gladys Lux Maure is so nice, each time she sees a homeless person she... Let me tell you what SHE SHOULD BE DOING! She should be telling them to get off their LAZY, UNGRATEFUL ASSES and get a JOB so us hard earning white men and children shouldn’t have to pay for them living on these streets! So my answer is she ***** on them! Citrus: But...what does...****ting on them have to do with anything? Because when you **** on A PERSON WHO PAYS NOTHING INTO THE SYSTEM, YOU ARE ASSERTING YOUR DOMINANCE. It’s all science and facts, look it up GOD DAMMIT. I did NOT GRADUATE top of my class, spend years in college only to support BUMS. 2. Wh*re Yentl is such a slut, she can't dance without a______ falling out Oh that’s easy, a pen, or pencil preferred, clipboard and a piece of paper to report any illegals you may spot. Make sure you have ICE’s number handy 3. Melanoma is sooooo tan, when she goes to the store she gets mistaken for….Well Melanoma, you should be PROUD of your white heritage. You have EARNED THAT after the years of this disgusting white shaming our replorbable society loves to shame us with. If it ain’t white, then it ain’t broke, white white white is rite boom boom BOOYAH SUKKKAH! 4. Pea Enculo is shelarious, even her ___________ are funny! Pea is white right? Well, I would have to say everything she says is funny. Because, let me educate you for a min. Us while “folk” invented comedy. Yeah, I said it. You wuss liberals can say otherwise, but its simply NOT true. 5. Carbon is such an artist, she can't even _________ without her paintbrush. I wholeheartedly believe that #bluelivesmatter (hashtag.) I’m sick and tired of these libtards and their tears, crying daily about inequality and “why we should have equal rights” what do you think we have right now? We live in the greatest country in the WORLD. Arguably the milky way, the cosmos, the universe, what comes after universe? GOD. That’s right GOD! He tells us what’s right and guess what? We’re all the SAME!. So stop with this, oh, “miss me, i’m “african American” whatever THAT means, and get a job, get a life, and quit playing the victim! Black lives matter is a terrorist organization created by the Obama administration to create a “evil conservative narrative” GET OVER IT WE WON LIBTARDS! Tomi, you didn’t answer the question.. Oh, I have black friends,. I’m not racist 6. Colleen is soooo edgy, when she has sex she __________! As a good christian woman, who just so happens to be attracted to self-hating black men, I have to say this question is very offensive to me. SEX IS SOMETHING YOU HAVE BETWEEN SOMEONE YOU LOVE, NOT RANDOM MEN YOU *****S. Citrus: But..that wasn’t the question, Tomi... I answered the question, no sex until she graduates Klux high. 7. Chanel DiAngelo is sooooo emotional, she can't even cross the street without ____________. Being told she’s a racist. I’m not racist, I only speak the truth. What’s my truth you may ask? Citrus: I...nobody asked.. Well, it’s simple. Yeah, I'm a white woman. A simple woman from a simple upbringing. I have opinions, in fact, we all do. Isn't that a right as an American citizen? Freedom of SPEECH? Huh? Yeah, thought so. I can say whatever I like, because that's my right. And i'll give you the validation you want, you can call me racist because that's YOUR RIGHT! But am I? No, I am not racist.. 8. Kunty is such a bitch, that, instead of shaking hands, she shakes ____________. Bibles. My father and I have a firm tradition of shaking bibles. It’s funny, as a child he would tell me all good christian girls would shake their fathers penises as a sign of respect for him. I don’t know, we’re quirky like that! Everyone stares in silence.. Citrus: Ok moving on.. 9. Stone wears so little clothing, when she goes outside she gets __________! No, that would make stone a *****. “Feminists” these days, which is just more liberal propaganda, claim that “nudity” and “showing off your body” makes you an out and proud feminist? No, you’re just ****ing FAT. Nobody wants to see rolls, sweetie. If you’re fat then wear nothing less than a turtle neck sweater and some sweats. Oh and for the love of Jesus CHRIST that does not include joggers! Be “free” somewhere else, like at the voting booth or in church, “feminists.” Yeah, i’m talking to YOU BEYONCE. 10. Pixel Dark is so scary, even: Well, Maury, I would have to say my Grand wizard. He’s one of the strongest men in my life, but Pixel wears too much black and I just can’t relate with that. refuse to look at her! Performance Outfit I didn't wanna do an exact fruit look, but more of an inspired look. My inspiration was blueberry, one of my favorite fruits. Definitely wanted to give 90s realness with this, probably one of my favorite eras for fashion as well. The big blue ruffle (bttm center) is supposed to give you that blue berry effect, but it gets removed at the beginning of the performance along with the blue sunglasses. Orange to contrast the heavy amount of blue. Final Runway Gotta say, this is probably one of my favorite looks I have ever worn. Mainly because it's so effortlessly classy, but still gives you signature Stone attire; sexy and beautiful. The dress is gorgeous omg, so simple, elegant and sexy. Blonde hair, full on CLASS. Makeup bottom center, and a crystal fishnet veil to add a little touch of something something to moi face. Have I mentioned I look classy for once? I finally did it! Low key bittersweet creating my final look, ever. But I feel this pretty much sums up my fashion throughout both seasons of this game. Hope yall love it. x Chanel DiAngelo On 4/15/2018 at 11:28 PM, CHANEL™ said: All Stars, Episode 1: "Sissy That Snatch Game" Quote Whispers had been flying all about 54th Street all evening. Sure, Studio 54 was showing a recent production of Children of a Lesser God, but the iconic club-gone-theater was not the focus of the evening. The play never stood a chance. Chanel was performing in its basement, among the rich reds and leathers of 54 Below. The marquee, nearly outshining that of Children despite the smaller venue, read two words: CHANEL: Melodrama "Consider it a Lesson," one viewer had said. "Think of it as a quick crash course in the drama, theatrics included." Through a side door and down a flight of stairs, patrons of the bar already sat greedily, every seat filled, from the tables not inches from the small yet focal stage, to the deep-set booths leering from a knowing distance. A packed house was nothing new; popularity was never a worry. Every character fit among the scene-- lengthy cigarette holders, slicked mustaches, boa and silk on nearly every floor-sweeping gown of each girl perched precariously in her chair, opulence and oddity at every table. As the proverbial chatter that clamored through the gold-crowned walls, the lights dimmed, and the crowd found themselves shrouded in near-darkness, save for few candles at the peripherals of the room. Silence fell. An instrumental began to play. Among the shaking flames, a figure moved-- a bus boy? A waitress? The shape appeared again, further down-- apparently moving towards the stage. No face was to be seen. A gasp emerged, eyes scrambled for purchase. The figure appeared at the stage-- still not lit, a silhouette appeared against the regal walls, candle flames still licking at air at the sides. As the stringed intro to the song playing ended, giving way to piano, a spotlight flew on, illuminating the woman of the night, Chanel, cigarette in hand on a holder longer than that of anyone's in the audience. "I might as well let you all know that we're not in for the easiest ride." She took a drag. "Emotions are never easy rides. And I should begin this evening by informing you: that at her core, Chanel is an emotional queen. Every action, every maneuver, every calculation is not out of the cold steel of mechanics. Every play is rooted in emotion, in feeling. Lipstick and an icy mask, and the more-than-occasional flying talon, makes for appearances, but you must understand the fleeting intensity of every thought that passes through her mind. They are forces of nature that rock her, shift her, and find ways to make every event an occasion or a crisis." Another drag. The piano went strong. The audience hung on her words. "As with all feelings, like all living things, they can be hurt. Chanel can be slighted. Chanel can be wounded. She is not invulnerable. Do not let her mask or her mistakes deceive you. It's validation she craves, it's happiness she desires. Living in misery is not living." The instrumental was coming to a close, strings on repeat humming in the background. "But emotional queen she may be, she attempts to survive through them, to find ways to make the life with them bearable. When you live with every feeling heightened to Biblical extremes, you find yourself in the middle of a melodrama. No matter your plot, no matter who you are, your life will always be in the heart-wrenching peril of extremity. And here, I display that, not with wanton destruction as I may have attempted in the past, but with the expression of what lies inside me." The spotlight vanished. Back to darkness. A moment of silence. Slowly, glimmering lights faded in to reveal Chanel, still on stage, cowered over a central lit pillar as St. Vincent's "Smoking Section" began to play... "Smoking Section" nearly missed my performance in favor of something more neurotic, something more menacing and sinister. The previous idea was to terrify the audience before ripping out their hearts in sheer sympathy, yet, such a beginning would never do. "Smoking Section" is not lighter than the previous choice; its themes of suicide and forlorn desperation are not lost upon me, but exemplify the magnitude of such existential anguish that someone like me faces. It begins delicately, perfect for an intro, not an assault to the senses, before building, as my emotions seem to creep up on me. "Let it happen" could not be more relevant when one is at the mercy of uncontrollable feelings. Yet, despite such dark themes and seemingly endless despair, the outro, repeats of "It's not the end" show that this is not a sad tale-- while sadness is present, it is not defining, and as we transcend through the end of the song, the repeated line represents that my emotional reactions are not a crisis, not a disaster, but a sign that I am alive, and capable of experiencing the world and what it can do to me. Applause erupted as the song finally reached its almost disturbingly uplifting end. The lights dimmed once again. Glowing back to life, the spotlight revealed Chanel sitting at the edge of the stage, her Cruella de Vil cigarette seemingly replaced with a Manhattan in the blink of the room's eye. "Now, I recognize that not everyone behaves the way that I do. I realize everyone has emotions-- well, except the poor, lucky folks that don't-- but not everyone allows themselves to be consumed by them. By those standards, I am weak. I confess. I admit." She downs her Manhattan in nearly two sips, and is quickly given another one. "It's pitiful, it's dreary, it's awful to realize that I can't be as strong as I want to when I allow such intangible entities to drive my actions. Naturally, not everyone may enjoy me because of this. I've alienated more than a few people in my life. I do not have their validation. I find myself painted into corners by words that should've never left my mind. I'm left with nothing at my worst." Back to darkness, as a whirlwind of strings brought us into Shirley Bassey's "I (Who Have Nothing)"... Once again, this song begins at rock bottom, at a point of despair from which one may see as inescapable. Yet, despair is perhaps the greatest demonstration of melodrama, of such convoluted and inconceivably extreme emotion that it devours the world around it. After a bout of irrational behavior, of lashing out and caving in, this is a lament to my sanity, yet a love letter to the existential validation I wish I could have. Those goals are manifested as a man in the song rather than as my psychological and emotional mindset. The vibrations, the mania, the desperation, are all so terrifyingly real. This is to those I pity having wronged, to those I wish to right myself with, and to anyone who really wonders how my eye muscles work or how I managed not to ruin a sheet of saran wrap between takes. Back to darkness for merely a moment of pregnant silence, before Chanel reappears once again, seated on a stool, now surrounded by three empty Manhattan glasses and a fourth in hand. The drunkenness is evident in a slight slur in her words, as well as the expression on her face. "Now, somewhere between realizing how angry I am at my situation, and now, I realized, I have no choice but to ride the waves, lest I let them wash over me. I would drown. I very easily could drown in my head, I have no doubt of it. Fighting emotion was never productive. Then again, expressing it didn't ever do me many favors. Middle ground was out of the question; expression is the only way to prevent yourself from combusting. Creativity and expression are one, and I am tired of destroying when my feelings get the best of me." Another Manhattan down. Could she even perform anymore? "And express, I will-- no one will ever stop me from that, because life is all about the drama. The melodrama, I mean-- those heightened emotions, those moments of intensity that stop the world and confine all time to a single heartbeat or draw it out for the length of a tear. Damage is often done in the wrong types of expression, but I promise you, nothing wrong can happen when you simply scream out to the world what goes on in your heart." The lights change, yet do not darken, as Bonnie Tyler's "Total Eclipse of the Heart" begins to fade in... This was the only song I was 100% certain I was going to do, yet, I'm not fully satisfied with my own performance here. I blame my lack of sobriety, but if I was performing at the greatest venue of my life like this, you bet I'd get hammered to let rich people stare at me being emotional. It's the biggest outlet for my histrionic tendencies, ever. "Total Eclipse of the Heart" is my favorite song of all time, because it is the quintessence of both melodrama and Chanel herself. It's dynamic, it's disgusting, it's trite, it's cliché yet nuanced, it's explosive, heart-wrenching, hilarious, and yet a thoroughly good time. It's epic, and always will be. Fun fact: Though barely noticeable, the fake tears I put on fell right on time with the bass guitar twang after the titular line of the song. Finished with her performance, Chanel collapses on the stage in tears, streaking her makeup and allowing it to cascade down her face in a dark waterfall. After a moment, the song whose instrumental served as the backing track for the evening began to play: Lorde's "Melodrama". The song's barely-there chorus plays on and on as Chanel gathers herself and leaves the stage, slinking across the room into oblivion. "All the terror, and the horror, God, I wonder why we bother All the glamour, and the trauma And the ****ing melodrama All the gunfights and the lime lights And the holy sick divine nights They'll talk about us, all the lovers How we kiss and kill each other We told you this was melodrama You wanted something that we offer We told you this was melodrama..." My introduction to All Stars, the first work they'd see of me, had to leave an impact. I knew I'd be doing live videos, and I knew I'd do Total Eclipse of the Heart. Heightened senses of emotion are defining of Chanel, and thus, the Sissy That Lip Sync portion of the entry would be aptly centered around the concept of melodrama. The sheer thrill of performing is one I revel in, and even if I may get nervous in front of a crowd, putting on a show and eliciting reactions is exciting. I needed to win this first week, to stomp my heel down and stake my claim as the frontrunner of this competition. I don't think people necessarily doubted or underestimated me; but I wouldn't leave any room for anything less than stanning. This entry demanded that, and I believe I accomplished it. Season 01, Episode 7: "Untucked" Quote Untucked Chanel's StoryClick on the image for the link. For those of you unfamiliar with screenplays: All scenes open with a SLUGLINE (INT./EXT. LOCATION - TIME). V.O. = Voiceover O.S. = Off-screen While this entry proved controversial, in that I was robbed of a rightful top 3 placement for it, it demonstrated my prowess as a writer. Though it sits at a cumberson 27 pages, I guarantee they are all filled with hilarity and drama, along with strikingly realistic (yet still surrealistically absurd) action. My biggest regret with this entry is not that I made it so long, but that I modeled it after the Untuckeds of seasons 7-9 of RuPaul's Drag Race, rather than the superior previous versions. This entry, while often overlooked in the broad spectacle of ATRL's Drag Race, showed my greatest passion, being my writing, and showed how seriously I take it, even if it's filled with jokes. It launched an ADR meme (with my mediafire links becoming notorious after this), along with some in-thread drama when I reacted harshly to my simple SAFE placement with it. It's a part of me, as all of these are. All Stars, Episode 6: "Cinema Paradickso, the Film Ball" Quote Another no-brainer. I've never felt so accomplished of a vision as I am with my French New Wave couture. The fact that the genre relates to me and my daily existential crises, with the plights of passion, my desperation for a tangible form of validation to cling to, was merely coincidence, and yet, it felt like a natural progression for this journey. Of course, this being my eighth win (and second ball win) may have something to do with how proud I was of it, but I wish I could wear the looks I'd created here. . . . . . .. Honest to ****ing God, why should I bother to lip sync here? I wanted to use my obituary if I had to lip sync but I had to waste that idea on Tales from the Orchard (my head's fine, thank you). You already know who this belongs to. That's all. Hide contents Chanel, my dear, I know this isn't the result you wanted. Before you reply, before you say anything else, I want you to do something for me. Look in the mirror, baby. Look at that girl. Look how far she has come, not just in drag race, but in life. You didn't win this crown, but that isn't the end of the road for you. Your race is only just beginning, love. It has been such a pleasure to get to know you and watch you overcome the obstacles in your way. I am proud of you for competing. I am proud of you for putting everything into this. But, most of all, I am proud of you for looking at yourself and growing. Condragulations on your success, my dear. Go out and prove to everyone that I made a mistake and you should've won. I know you can do it. A gunshot rang in the room, in slow-motion, tearing through the theater straight into her head. Her heart, proven frail in the past and yet somehow so resilient out of spite, held still once again. She had lost. Her ankles buckled. Louboutins she'd swore she could wear all day were meaningless when the earth beneath them rumbled; it was a miracle she didn't tumble. Across the stage, Carrie Messiah held her scepter, carried a bouquet, and waved at the audience all at the same time, a tear streaking down her face as she smiled. The crown was already on her head in the blink of an eye. Another blink, and Chanel was down. Of course, the audience would know first; those on stage were facing them, not each other. But Scarlett was the first on stage to act-- she ran to her friend, whose legs and will had finally caved. Though they swore she'd progressed, declared their pride in what she'd done, it felt all for naught. Her sanity vaporized like her own tears that steamed off her cheeks. I felt I'd fallen into an endless despair. I was listless. I was restless. For two weeks, I was numb, before I came to realize what had happened to me and what it meant. Though, I still hadn't found out the latter; what it meant still remains a mystery. I was so certain; was it the punishment of arrogance? What did this make me? There was no way to know. I had failed. Without a crown, the work I’d done felt like a waste. The uncertainty of who I was and what I would be enveloped me. And yet, it wasn't all for naught-- she'd launched a whole career as a raving neurotic bitch for three more seasons of the show. Her name was in everyone's fonts; her presence in their memories if it wasn't right before them. Even when a dispute between takes resulted in her being told to remain at least 1500 feet from the set at all times, she still somehow remained relevant. Her status as a staple, as an influencer, an icon in ATRL's Drag Race had been cemented. It would be wrong to say she didn't nearly define it from the minute it started until now. Of course, as the bitch she is, she needed the explicit validation of her presence in ATRL's Drag Race. Perhaps as a result of her stalking outside Citrus' house day in and day out, holding him at knifepoint to declare her talented and beautiful, All Stars may have just been made to set right what was wrong with the community, in that she didn't officially hold a winner title. Though it was proven to be a meaningless title before, she'd always kept a little room on her wigs for a crown on top. She wanted it. She needed it. And she would set out to get it. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want this crown. I spent months fighting for it back on season one, I spent more proving what was already known this season. Dare they say I haven’t provided some of the best entries on the series? Dare they say that I haven’t made this entire show what it is today? They shan’t, because they can’t. I wasn’t afraid to take chances, despite what some may think. I wasn’t afraid to lay myself bare, not for sympathy, but for awe. I want this. I’ve fought for it. I’ll take it. And what more is to be done? Chanel came, she saw, she conquered. Challenges met, obstacles overcome, doubts defied. There may not have been much written, but what else needed to be that you don't already know? Thank you for having me, for seeing me, for listening and reading and watching, for putting up with my shenanigans and pushing me to be who I am today. I know it's just a forum game, but it's represented a lot for me. Call it pathetic, call it wasteful, I'm proud of the work that's been accomplished in here, I'm proud of the journey I've made from signing up in 2015 until now. You've all witnessed it, you've experienced it. I love you all. . . . . . . Spoiler @Rhisiart @Buddy! @Kylie Jenner @Hug @CHANEL™ @keshaspearsxo @Vulnicura @feelslikeadream @Aciid @Subomie @True Skarlet @Moonchild @Lémur @PinkBox @mxtthewdelrey @Alena @Stan @Tsareena @Slut
ATRL Moderator Tsareena Posted April 18, 2018 ATRL Moderator Posted April 18, 2018 y'all did that someone didn't do a verse
Buddy! Posted April 18, 2018 Posted April 18, 2018 I could’ve done more but congrats to Gladys and Chanel xo
True Skarlet Posted April 18, 2018 Posted April 18, 2018 Oh, and I'm fond of all the entries. Waiting on Citrus' metrics before I do scoring but: good work everyone.
Buddy! Posted April 19, 2018 Posted April 19, 2018 6 hours ago, CHANEL™ said: I was very impressed by your entry, sis, don't be so down on yourself. I know you're used to getting shaded and lashed for your work this season since it's all that really happened, but you weren't sitting about idly and providing absolute garbage work, and this week shows that more than ever. Your Snatch Game redux especially caught me off guard. Great work. Aw, thank you! I really appreciate it tbh 44 minutes ago, True Skarlet said: Stone's blueberry look is so cute. Inb4 you did that look last season
ATRL Moderator Tsareena Posted April 19, 2018 ATRL Moderator Posted April 19, 2018 Just want to say that Gladys really did THAT. The singing the feet gag (the dog was a minus but I survived the ordeal) The looks oh lordt GIVE HER THE CROWN
Rhisiart Posted April 19, 2018 Posted April 19, 2018 9 minutes ago, Tsareena said: Just want to say that Gladys really did THAT. The singing the feet gag (the dog was a minus but I survived the ordeal) The looks oh lordt GIVE HER THE CROWN You're going to make me cry! I lowkey thought no one would watch it or care to comment on it asjdskjad I shot that so many times but that little bitch kept walking into my shot instead of sitting. I couldn't lock her away for 3 minutes or else you'd hear nothing but her cries and whimpers, and I was starting to get hoarse so in she stayed I guess. I'm glad to have made you proud in the end.
Buddy! Posted April 19, 2018 Posted April 19, 2018 13 minutes ago, Tsareena said: Just want to say that Gladys really did THAT. The singing the feet gag (the dog was a minus but I survived the ordeal) The looks oh lordt GIVE HER THE CROWN !! It was AMAZING. The pure talent that oozes out of Gladys, woo.
Wondy Lust Posted April 19, 2018 Posted April 19, 2018 Idc who wins, I just want to stop getting notifications, so someone win.
Citrus Posted April 19, 2018 Author Posted April 19, 2018 11 hours ago, said: Idc who wins, I just want to stop getting notifications, so someone win. Welcome back to the competition
Aciid Posted April 19, 2018 Posted April 19, 2018 (edited) 55 minutes ago, CHANEL™ said: Dame Rose looked good there. But why'd an Italian brand showcase in Mexico? My grandma coming to see me model. Goals. Well its like when Chanel had a fashion show in Cuba f and the collection is inspired by Mexico it seems to me. Edited April 19, 2018 by Aciid
Kelp Posted April 20, 2018 Posted April 20, 2018 While I appreciate Call Me Citrus what I was really waiting for was a parody of The Realness called The Peelness
Kelp Posted April 20, 2018 Posted April 20, 2018 6 hours ago, CHANEL™ said: We already had The Riggedness back in season 3 gurl I never read all of Season 3
Citrus Posted April 20, 2018 Author Posted April 20, 2018 My scoring is done. Now it's up to the other judges x
Graves Posted April 20, 2018 Posted April 20, 2018 I've done my job, I'll see you all at the finale. Thank all of you girls for sharing your art with me.
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