#I've had em for years and they still don't have names whoops

[eartheats]

hello hello! (again!)

been a bit since I did an updated one of these, huh??? but it's been about a year since i did my original one, so!!! time for a new introduction post!

(art made by the wonderful @professor-amaryllis's player!!!)

anyway, hello!!! my name is ren (they/them or ze/zir!!), i'm 24 years old and welcome to my silly lil blog! i mostly use this to reblog orthworm and orthworm accessories!!! i'm a pokemart worker who's on leave at the moment, and i'm currently sort of a student at the blueberry academy! i'm currently taking some researcher courses there, and i'm tryin' my hardest to become an authority in steel type pokemon! though, uh, most of my experience is with my favorite pokemon, who i'm guessin' y'all can tell who it is. heehee

but uh, what else...i've actually got a fair amount of experience as a steel type trainer, and most of my research is focused on orthworm! their environmental impact and their role in the ecosystem is just fascinatin' to me, especially livin' near 'em in zapapico for most of my life! that's actually how i befriended my big ol' lug of a partner, lulu, who you'll be hearin' about a LOT on this blog heehee. he's been my buddy since i was a tyke, and we've been trainin' together for almost two decades at this point!

arc, i'm probs gonna ramble forever if i keep this up. i guess i can basically summarize everythin' else!!! i used to be a student at the old uva academy, and it sucked! was a student at the new one too, but circumstances have made keepin' up with that and blueberry stuff a lil harder than expected. i got my foot in the door originally workin' at the montenevera chansey supply, so i know a lil bit about pokemon medicine too if ya ever need advice.

i'll leave y'all with a trainer card, if ya ever need to contact me please feel free to shoot me an ask!!! promise i won't bite. maybe i'll make one'a them faqs at some point...and maybe a page for my pokemon!! that'd be real neat heehee

((ooc info below the cut!))

HELLO ONE AND ALL my name is Sable (they/them exclusively), late 20s, nothing's really changed all that much but I needed to make an updated intro for Ren at some point anyway, so now seemed to be a good time!

guess to set some basic ground rules:

follows will come from @shinydracozolt! that is my main blog full of weird shit, so uh, don't be alarmed.

Pelipper mail type things are on, but I can turn them off if I wish to. I will let everyone know if I decide to do this.

I have not Tumblr RP'd before, please be gentle with me.

Blog will occasionally dip feet into the High Stakes pool, especially with current plots going on in the background regarding Ren's mother, who's kind of a messy shitshow of a person. Ren's backstory in general is kind of a mess! Mom is evil with connections to Team Flare and dad is dead so uh. Whoops.

This blog will occasionally delve into sensitive topics, mostly with ask games and such. The ones that mostly pertain to Ren are: mental abuse by a parent, bullying at the old Uva, the massive shut in arc they had between ages 14-18, underage drinking (they still partake and aren't an alcoholic, but they and the bottom of a bottle go way back, so to speak), and occasional mentions of weed. (they themselves don't do it but a friend and coworker of theirs is a stoner. these posts will be tagged accordingly)

There will be occasional shenanigans with @ribesrubrum! Basically I had Ren befriend a canon character in their Kitakami arc and didn't want to potentially make things awkward, so they will interact occasionally. Don't be alarmed!

Lemme know if you need any trigger tags accommodated and I shall do my best! My memory is not the greatest thing in the world but I will do my best. <3

Would prefer no NSFW sent Ren's way, they are ace as hell. There may be occasional mentions of it from other blogs, but they'll be tagged accordingly.

Not exactly open to shipping with Ren because, once again, the whole ace deal, but if something starts to go that way feel free to let me know? But I am going to say no automatically if the player is a minor and the character in question is not 21+.

Can't really think of anything else I wanna say, but I mostly play fast and loose with shit and Ren's kind of off in their own little world sometimes lmao

[plasticfigurines]

whoops accidentally posted the update to my personal tumblr. both blogs are me i swear.

Chapter 2!

Links: AO3. FF.net. Wattpad.

Soda sat cross-armed at the kitchen table, looking more like Dad than I'd ever noticed. Same posture, same scowl.

I slithered down the hallway, begging all the saints in heaven that he wouldn't see me. No explanation would appease him once he heard Paul's name, 'cause somehow he hated my Soc friends even more than our father.

"Where the hell you been?"

"Nowhere." I turned around too fast and stumbled forward. "Goin' to bed. You should too."

"You think I'm stupid? In case you ain't seen a clock, it's four in the damn morning."

"Yeah, and?"

"So it's four in the morning!" He slammed his fists against the table."I thought you were dead."

"I left a note on the fridge."

"Oh, this?" Soda crumpled it up and chucked at my head. "It said you'd be home by midnight."

"Pretty sure I wrote by morning and the sun ain't even up yet, so lay off me."

"Don't give me that shit. Despite what you an' Pony think, I can read. And you know what the note didn't tell me? Where you went."

"You my old man or my kid brother?"

"Just tell me where you were."

"Why the third degree?" I hobbled to the sink and filled a glass of water. "You ain't Dad."

"You drunk, Dar?"

"No." I downed it quickly, praying it'd stave off the inevitable hangover. "Not really."

"Not really?"

"Again, you ain't Dad."

"And you're damn lucky I ain't. If I were, I'd beat your ass into next year."

"Well, I'll beat your ass into the next decade if you don't shut up."

"I'd like to see you try."

"I'm your legal guardian, too, and I can end this conversation whenever I want."

"Goddamn it." Soda sprang out of his seat and charged at me. "For the millionth time, a piece of paper don't make you a parent."

"Does too."

"Does not."

I tried to shove him, but I was buzzed to fight. He grabbed my shirt and effortlessly pinned me to the wall. "Tell me where you were."

"I'd rather you gave me a black eye," I dared him, and he socked my shoulder good.

"Aim a little higher next time, an' I might be impressed."

"Just tell me where you were."

"Paul had a house party," I relented. "I had to go."

"Paul?" he shouted. "That piece of shit?"

"I ain't gonna explain my friends to you."

"God, just admit it already—you're ashamed of us." He released his grip, and my knees buckled so hard I almost hit the ground.

"Easy, Darry." He caught me just in time and propped me up against the wall. "Christ, you're blitzed out of your mind."

"I ain't ashamed," I told him firmly. "You really think that?"

"I dunno what to think." He sighed and settled himself on the floor beside me. "Every other weekend, you pretend you're still in high school and do some stupid shit with him. You had to go, huh? You just had to go?"

"Look, I'm sorry."

"Don't even. You ain't sorry."

"Fine, I ain't. I ain't sorry I went, and I especially ain't sorry it pissed you off. Not when you've been out all night—oh, how many times was it again?—six times this month?"

"Six times last month," he corrected me. "I ain't been nowhere this month, and know why? 'Cause I've been working my ass off to pay the bills you blew off."

"No way." I shook my head. "I paid 'em. Every last one."

"Nope."

"The hell do you know about bills anyway? You're just a sixteen-year-old kid."

"More than you apparently," he scoffed, "seeing as I paid them."

"Bullshit."

"You wanna see the check blanks?" he asked. "Hell, I even had to call the electric company and beg them to give us another week. They were gonna shut our power off."

"I was gonna take care of it."

"Then why didn't you?"

"I … I don't know."

"Bullshit. You know. You just won't say it."

"All right, fine, we ain't got the money," I admitted. "We're flat broke. Happy now?"

"No. You should've told me, you blasted idiot. I'm making enough at the DX. I could've helped."

And that's exactly what I was afraid of—that he would pay when I should've just had my shit together. "You didn't have to do that, Soda."

"The lights are on"—he gestured at the ceiling—"so I'd say I damn well did."

"Shit." I pulled my knees to my chest and pressed my face into the denim. I hadn't felt this lost, this stuck, this small in a long time. The electric bill … yeah, I blew that off to buy groceries. Then, another bill came and another and another and another. Then, Pony's track fee and the doctor bill from his physical, and finally, I stopped checking the mail. No use when I had twelve cents in my checking account.

At least Paul bought all the booze this time, but I blew half the previous paycheck on liquor. It was my turn to buy, and I just wanted to pretend my life was anything other than it was now. I wanted to pretend so fucking bad.

"I was gonna pay it," I continued, needing him to believe me. "Honest, I was. It's just the company don't pay me what they did Dad. I'm low man on the totem pole."

"I know. Seen your paystubs."

"I don't wanna scare you, but it's a shitshow." I looked up and met his eyes. He looked as overwhelmed and out of it as me. "I'm gonna need a third job or—no, screw it. It won't happen anyway. I'll find a way. I have to."

I'd find a way, and I wouldn't make this his problem. Good parents wouldn't do that to their children, and I was supposed to be a parent now.

"You … you won't have to." He blinked faster, body tensing up. "Already took care of it, and there'll be an even bigger check next week. I'm full-time now."

"How? You been skipping school?"

"Dropped out."

"No ..." My brain refused to process his words. This was all a drunk nightmare, and I'd wake up tomorrow with a heartbeat in my skull.

"I dropped out," he said. "Already a done deal, and I ain't going back no matter what you say."

"You should've asked me first."

"Ain't your decision."

"The hell it ain't! Jesus Christ, Soda, what'll our caseworker think?"

"Don't. Don't even start that shit with me. You know what'll piss her off even more? Unpaid bills. Our legal guardian getting wasted and staying out all night. I was never gonna graduate anyway, and you know it."

"You won't be able to pay our bills from a boy's home."

"Fuck you, man." Soda jabbed my arm. "You keep saying they'll put us in a boy's home, and it ain't gonna happen. Probably cost the state more money to take us away than to just let us be."

"I don't wanna take any chances. You dropping out is a losing bet."

"They don't give a shit about kids like us," he kept on, not paying a lick of attention to anything I'd said. "Probably just think we're gonna wind up in prison eventually, so why try."

"Don't you talk shit like that. No one's going to prison." He glanced away, staring off at the cracked wall. "And you could still graduate."

"No, I dunno how to make you finally understand, but I really couldn't," he insisted. "Hell, I get words mixed up just trying to read the newspaper sometimes. Maybe your note really did say by morning. I dunno. You really think I could graduate?"

"Mom did."

"Mom's dead."

I swallowed the bile creeping up my throat. I didn't know if it was the booze or my nerves, but it burned so bad my eyes watered. "You can't." I tried to sound stern, but everything kept flooding out anxious and desperate. "I'm your legal guardian, and I said so."

"Don't really care what you say," he said, deadpan. "An' maybe you oughta start caring less about what the state thinks you're doing and more about what you're actually doing."

"Don't do this," I pleaded, a last-ditch attempt. "C'mon, you can't.

"Already done."

My breath hitched, and I drove my face back into my knees. I wanted to yell, I wanted to scream, I wanted to punch every last tooth out of his mouth, but all I could do was cry for the first time since the accident.

But at least I was alone then. Hell, I even kept it together at the funeral, and now I was sobbing big ugly tears that only fell harder the more I tried to suppress them. "Sorry," I choked out. "Go to bed. You don't need to see this."

"Nah, I ain't going nowhere." He slung an arm around my shoulder and squeezed me tight. "If it makes you feel better, I ain't fine either. Sometimes it feels like I've never been fine."

And it never would be fine again, or so the liquor was telling me. Lord, Mom was gonna haunt me for the rest of eternity. It'd only been two months, and I'd already failed Soda—should've realized he wasn't just skipping, should've punished him even if he were just skipping.

"But we will be fine … I think." Soda's voice pulled me back to the present. "It has to get better, right?"

"Yeah, little buddy, it will."

It probably wouldn't, but he needed to believe it would, and I'd have promised him anything after what he'd just given up.

"Pony?" I rapped a fist against his door. "Can I come in?"

"Nope."

And that's what I got for trying to be polite. "Too bad." I barged in anyway and took a seat next to him. "We need to talk."

"How 'bout you just tell me how long I'm grounded instead?" He threw his back against his bed and stared at the ceiling. "And then leave me the hell alone."

"Fine, you're grounded till you're married," I said. "Then your wife can nag you instead."

"Fine by me. Now get the hell out of my room."

"Enough with this attitude." I poked at his shoulder. "Sit your ass up and listen to me, damn it."

He rolled his eyes and ignored me.

"I said sit up." I grabbed his arms and pulled him upright. "Christ, I swear you've aged me forty years. Now wipe that moody look off your face before I deck you."

"I just want you to know I ain't sorry," he began, looking me dead in the eye as he spoke. "I ain't sorry for shit. Only sorry I got caught. You're wasting my time and yours."

"Well, consider me wasting your precious time part of the punishment."

"Fine, but you're still wasting your own time. Soda already let me have it."

"Soda ain't your guardian. I am."

"He's old enough to be my guardian."

"Only barely."

"And how old were you when they named you guardian?" he asked. "Pretty sure you were the same age Soda is now."

"Shut up."

"Fine by me. You were the one who wanted to talk, not me."

"That's it. That's fucking it." I sprang up and bolted for the door. "If I have to spend one more second in here with your smart mouth, I'm gonna wind up incarcerated, so congratu-fucking-lations. You get your wish. I'm leaving you alone before I kill you."

"Bye."

"This ain't over." I shook my finger violently. "Don't you dare think it's over."

He flipped me the bird, and I slammed his door so hard that three pictures fell off the hallway wall and shattered.

"Shit, let me help you," I heard a voice behind me before I could even grumble out a string of colorful words.

"Steve? The hell are you doing here?"

"I'm always here." He shrugged and started picking up the shards. "You said it yourself. I practically live here."

"So I guess you heard the whole fight, huh?"

"Half of it. Damn kid's got an even smarter mouth than me."

"C'mon, that's pushing it. Least he never told me I'm all brawn, no brains."

"Look, I ain't one to give advice." Oh, but he was. Lots and lots of advice no one ever asked for. "But right now you're trapped in your brains and not using your brawn. Quit arguing with him. Show him you're the boss."

"If you're saying I should hit him, no fucking way."

"No, dumbass. I'm saying quit arguing with him. Every time you open your mouth is another opportunity for him to say something that'll piss you off. He wants to fight. C'mon, you have to see that."

"I guess." No, Steve was right. Dead on right, but his ego didn't need to hear it.

"Listen, after we clean this up, I gotta talk to you about something with Pony. I tried to tell Soda, but he thought I was lying."

"What? That he plagiarized half of Will Rogers' assignments with Curly?"

"Nah. I think everyone but you heard about that. Something else. It's important."

Before I could ask what, Pony stormed out of his room and glared down at Steve. "Quit making shit up about me."

"All right, wiseass," Steve tore into him. "Unlike your brother, I ain't arguing with you. Option one, you tell him. Option two, I tell him. You know I ain't bluffing, so what's it gonna be?"

Pony turned about five shades of red and bolted out the front door. Didn't even bother closing it behind him.

Steve and I both ran after him, but before we even made it to the porch, I heard my truck engine rev and tires squealing.

"Left the keys in your truck, huh?" he just had to point out. "Real smart."

"Where the fuck is your car?" I demanded.

"Unlucky for you, I walked here. Honest, he'll probably come home faster if we don't chase him anyway."

"You know, your all brains, no brawn advice don't seem to be working. Maybe if you tried arguing with him, he'd have stuck around to have a fight."

"Don't know about that. Don't really know who he is anymore to tell you the truth."

"Tell me everything you know." I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "Now."

“Imposter”

Links: AO3. FF.net. Wattpad. Disclaimer: S.E. Hinton owns all characters. Summary: Two years after the accident, Darry still can’t reconcile his roles as brother and parent. Post-book, Darry-centric fic.

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[irikahkrios]

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juniper has so many kids omg. one asari, one human son, and like. five or six krogan. i know her human son jason is a trans dude but i havent developed him beyond that (other than some really angsty plot bunnies i have, set years in the future and involving him helping his depressed, disillusioned grandfather emmett reconnect with the world after em's outlived a lot of his non-asari-or-krogan family members) i need to work on developing all of jason's siblings next, starting with names lmao

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