God, That's Good

God, That's Good

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., juil. 31, 2025
Have you ever asked yourself, "What if Sweeney Todd was a brown butchfemme anticapitalist yandere-ish gothic romance?" Well, wonder no longer! Mrs Lahmar was popular among much of London's working class, but that fondness was only enough for a favor here and there. She lived off of those- her friends provided clothes, tools, and repairs -but if business didn't pick up soon, she'd starve. The only one who could stomach her slop couldn't afford to pay a cent. Times were hard, but she was resourceful. She just needed a lucky break. Inspired by the theatrical (Ashford, Foster, Groban, Tveit) and cinematic (Bonham Carter, Depp) portrayals.
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My 3rd Sweeney Todd fanfiction. All in the timeline of the movie! The past, Present and future! Past: Story 1 - The Becoming | Sweeney Todd Present: Story 2 - Fleshed Out Future: Story 3 - Please keep Haunting Me | Sweeney Todd - after death Enjoy this story! Sneak peak: ... "You remind me of someone..." I whispered to the pale woman standing in front of me, "...If you could just move your hair out of your face, I'm sure I'd recognise you-" "No! y-you are not t-to touch me!" the beggar replied. "But why? Can't you just-" Suddenly, there was a loud thud above us, in the empty barber's room. We both looked up, following the sound. A sound of rattling gears and creaking floorboards came after the sound. "What was that?" I asked, still looking up. "He's back..." The beggar whispered to me...

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