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head, heart, hand. {Felix Catton/Reader/Oliver Quick}

Part 12.

Summary: Reuniting with Venetia was always an interesting experience. Many people - everyone else who lives at Saltburn included - wonder why you put up with the way she speaks to you, the way she treats you. You wonder how they can't see that it's so much more than that.

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Need to Know: They/Them. Explicitly NB Reader. FWB!Reader/Felix. Reader is from a well off family but has pretty much been adopted by the Cattons.

Warnings: suggestive themes, implied pseudo-incest, nonsexual intimacy with Venetia but no smut

A/N: 3644 words. i know i said there's be ollie this chapter, but i needed to set up a few more things around the house; specifically venetia and what her whole deal is with the reader. i love her, she breaks my entire heart. i know i should have edited this one but oh well, here, eat up friends.

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Never once has Venetia been gentle with the way she speaks to you; she is sharp lines and bitter tongues and laughs and moans that edge on jagged. Nothing about her seems capable of regarding you, or sometimes even treating you, with gentleness, yet she demands it from you in everything you do.

She picks you apart the moment she sees you again, like nails over every inch of your being she pries apart who you've become in her absence, but ends it all by telling you that you're still frustratingly attractive.

"Thought that would change."

"Do you think that every time?"

"Prepare for the worst and hope for the best," she sighs with a wry smile.

"My potential descent into unattractiveness is... hope?"

"Preparing, obviously; I'm very fond of you, I don't hope you get ugly," obviously, says her eye roll. Its a compliment, says her eye roll.

Still, you know Venetia well enough, know her bitter tongue belies a sweetness she could never speak out loud.

All you'd come down in is your bathers, and an old, large button down that Felix liked to swan around the house in. Which Venetia insists you leave on, lest you get yourself burnt, though you roll your eyes and shrug it off anyways, draping it over the parasol-protected banana lounge that Venetia had claimed with her towel. Venetia herself looks like something out of countless fantasies, and even more Summer magazine centre folds, the sequins of her silver bikini shining in the sunlight.

Venetia is a shiny, pretty thing, eye catching; large sunglasses and shiny lip gloss and a body that glows and shines with what you hope is sunscreen but know is just moisturiser and tanning oil. Untouched by anything but the sun and herself on this searing afternoon, wanting and waiting for her entertainment, for you.

Venetia's gentleness lives and dies in her desires, in the way she wants. Her needs, her demands are always met, but her wants she'll never be able to put to words. So you learned to figure her out for yourself; if she loves you for it, she'll never say it out loud.

Wading into the water, towards the floating chair she's so elegantly draped herself across, you keep your hands above the water's surface, keep them dry as you reach her. With every step her smile grows wider, and you place your hand on her ankle, hand gliding up her warm leg in casual greeting. Calf, knee, thigh, soft and warm and dry, and your hand comes to rest on her belly, your fingers splayed out, cooler than her sun-soaked skin, and she giggles. The anticipation makes her giddy. Her hand comes to rest on yours, though never to take your hand; she wants to be touched more than she wants to hold, that's why when she shifts carefully on her buoyant seat, she makes sure that it's not so drastic that you'd have to move your hand from her skin.

"You kept me waiting," already there's a hint of faux disapproval on her tongue when she greets you properly, or as properly as you were going to get from her. Instead of dignifying that with a real response, you roll your eyes, and lean in to kiss her on the cheek. Giving a huff at your non-answer, she does however take your face in her free hand before you can pull away, giving you a kiss on the cheek in response.

"Hello to you too, Ven," you half laugh, but she's still holding your face, holding you close, for longer than was necessary. Letting you go, she lifts her glasses with that same hand to finally get a proper look at you. A strange, accusatory glimmer there amongst the mirth and mischief.

"I thought you kept me waiting because you were freshening up," it almost sounds betrayed, settling the glasses on top of her head. How could she have known that kind of thing? Why would she care if you hadn't?

"Didn't think it would matter; I was getting in the pool anyways," you pointed out as nonchalantly as possible, but she just reiterated that you'd kept her waiting, like it was the end of the world. Something about her suddenly intrigued gaze had you growing flustered, wondering what it was about you that had her so incensed.

In the next instance, she's slid from her seat and into the water beside you without hesitation. There's now something determined in her eyes when she takes your face in both hands, kissing you. Venetia has always been direct, has always taken for granted that you'd bend to her whims in most instances. Like this one. Your arms wind around her as if on instinct. There's nothing sweet about it, nipping at your lips insistently, tongue in your mouth -

"Oh my god," she pulls back, eyes wide with what you're pretty sure is disbelief, like she's come to an urgent realisation.

"It's so good to be home; how have you been lately?" You ask breathlessly, deeply confused about her attitude and trying to give her a hint that even for her this is a strange greeting. But then her lips are on yours again, pulling you in, all teeth and tongues and gasping furiously into your mouth. Somewhere in all of this, you pull her close, hands beneath her thighs and letting her wrap her legs around you under the water.

"It hasn't even been an hour!" She cries this time when she pulls back from you, looking almost like she's on the verge of laughter or perhaps screaming, "wash your mouth out! What is wrong with you?" Despite the fact that she'd just given you the kind of kiss that would put Hollywood to shame. Twice.

"Not drinking chlorine for you, Ven," you tell her, amused, while still holding her secure against you. Displeased with your answer, she pushes away from your chest with both hands, and you let her go, let her splash you as she makes a face.

"Don't drink it, christ," she rolls her eyes, as if she believes you're being wilfully stupid about the whole thing.

"Then I'll just taste like chlorine," you pointed out, wading over to her. The answering smile you get is particularly mean.

"I'd rather you taste like chlorine than Felix," despite all the questions and implications her disdainful words raise, you match her energy, smiling back with a blithe confidence as you approach her once more.

"You sure you mean that, Vennie?"

Immediately, Venetia is scarlet, spluttering, playing exceptionally well at being horrified by your implications, if not for the ease with which she lets herself get wrapped up in you once more.

"You're gross, you're awfully gross, you both are. I can't believe -" she tells you, looks in your eyes like she's determined to make you believe it, "I'll wash your mouth out myself," she threatens, and you nod while not trying particularly hard to hide your amusement. With a childlike scowl she dips herself mostly underwater, still encircled loosely by your arms, scowling at you all the while. Like a little, blonde crocodile, nose and eyes making sure you're watching her every move, taking her and her threat seriously.

When she surfaces, cheeks puffed out and presumably filled with water, you have to let her go for how hard your laughing. Then the chase is on.

The first mouthful of water she loses to her own laughter, and shouting at you to stop trying to get away, while you thrash through the length of the pool. Every so often she almost catches you, but you splash her and wriggle free and she shrieks with faux offense. Until she's got you pinned to the side of the pool, water just up past your waist, and a devilish look of triumph in her eyes.

At first she taps her lips expectantly. Of course her mouth is once again full to bursting with pool water. Shaking your head adamantly, you try and lean away, still faintly laughing, but Venetia changes tact.

Instead of caging you against the side, she carefully wraps her arms around your neck, gaze turning soft and fond and amused as she leans in. You know what she's doing, but you let her have it this time.

Winding your arms around her waist, you let her shotgun a mouthful of pool water into your mouth, and try not to laugh to keep it from going down your airways or up your nose. Venetia, in triumph, the moment she knows the water is in your mouth, she pulls back and clamps her hand over your mouth, looking altogether too proud of herself.

Drenched, beautiful, and grinning from ear to ear, the look in her eyes betrays just how into you, or at the very least into this moment, she is.

"Wash your mouth out before you come anywhere near me next time," she orders in a firm whisper that's definitely doing more for you than you'd like to admit. Possibly for Venetia too, considering how she's unable to wipe the smile off of her own face, "you filthy, little doggie."

No-one, maybe not even Felix, is ever allowed to find out how quickly those words have you all but melting at her command. The fight drains from you, and God all you want is to be good, good, good. Judging by Venetia's pleased reaction, she can feel the moment you start to submit, can probably see it in your eyes. Her hand stays over your mouth until she's satisfied you've swished the water around enough, and you spit the water back out to the side, instead of at her like you'd been intending to before she'd called you out.

"Can't believe you said that to me, really, Y/N," she sighed, shaking her head. Neither of you moved; you flush against the side of the pool, and Venetia pressed flush to you.

"So you're the only one who can say things in the hopes of getting manhandled?" Giving a sheepish grin, even if you don't fully believe what you're saying, there's a semblance of self-satisfaction when Venetia gives in. She grabs your chin and pulls you in for one more rough kiss, pressing against you, trapping you in this moment. A rare instance in which she gives you what she thinks you want.

But some of your bite is coming back.

"So does the chlorine taste better?" You smirked. Immediately she splashes you with a wave of water to the face. By the time you've spluttered through a recovery, she's halfway to the stairs.

"I hate you," is not a real answer to the question, but that's okay, you weren't really looking for one as much as you had been looking to rile her up, "and you've made me all wet - shut it -" she warns, cutting off the crude joke you both knew you were about to make, as she starts up the pool stairs with determination, "and you've ruined my beautiful afternoon plans."

Waiting at the top of the stairs, she turns back to you, simply watching her with a grin, giving you an impatient gesture. Your smile widens, but still, you obligingly follow her.

Even while mad at you, Venetia was a creature of predictable desires. Very rarely did her frustration with you outweigh the benefit of your company to her, and now was no different. Drying yourselves off with her towel, the only one either of you had brought down, it seems her mood is already lightening once more, letting you know that she'd gotten her hands on the latest Harry Potter novel. When she pulls the book out from where she'd stashed it under the long lounge, she picks up Felix's shirt and tosses it to you.

You know to put it on, just like you know not to comment on it.

Without asking, nor having to be asked, you settle yourself on the lounge chair and insistently pat the space beside you; almost enough for Venetia.

"Let me read over your shoulder," an incredibly flimsy excuse that you both see through, but she still settles herself on the lounge chair too. There's not quite enough room, so you're almost on your side, arm around Venetia's shoulders, head resting against hers, pressed up against her whole side. Legs curled up together, your other hand once more comes to rest on her lower belly, casually intimate, warm, tips of your fingers just barely tucked into her bikini bottoms. You're not reading; your face pressed so close to her's is proof enough of that.

"Your eyelashes are tickling my cheek," in these moments she sounds so much younger than she is. The peel of laughter that rings out from her as you nuzzle your face further against her cheek, pointedly fluttering your eyelashes, it reminds you of the way she'd laugh at the sleepovers the two of you shared in the first few years of meeting each other.

And you settle back down, angling your face only slightly to keep your lashes from bothering her, and rub faint circles against the soft skin of her stomach with your thumb. Venetia opens her book, and finally relaxes.

It's been a long time since you'd seen Venetia fully relax around anyone who wasn't you. You wonder if anyone else has noticed, has wondered, has thought to figure out the how and why of the girl beside you. Contrary to popular belief, it's been a long time since Venetia's actually sought you out for sex. Constant lewd flirting and suggestive texts aside.

So much of Venetia's self worth was tied to being sexually attractive. Pretty and fashionable and fuckable. Needed biblically, carnally. Pick up, use, put down. There was such a thrill in being wanted that it took her too long to understand why she was hollow; don't let me go felt selfish for her to even think. But you'd learned to read through the things she leaves unsaid.

Sex she could get anywhere, but the touch-starved Venetia knew you understood the truth of what she wants. It's why she treated you like furniture, like she was entitled to your personal space.

You often find yourself wondering if Venetia only touches you in ways she wishes she could touch Felix. More casually than even now, and many still would consider their relationship too close. You are kind and loving and playful and a wonderful friend, but you are nothing of real substance to her; you are a warm body and the closest she can be to Felix half the time.

For anyone else it would be too hot for this kind of proximity, but never for Venetia. So you drown in the heat of her skin pressed against hers, and let yourself drift asleep in the peaceful afternoon.

It's a sleep so peaceful that you don't even properly wake when her soft chatter infects your hazy mind. Farleigh's voice drifts through your head and this haze -

"- no-one tells me anything," you can hear Venetia pouting without even opening your eyes. Her book must be closed because she's got a hand on your thigh, bringing your leg further over her.

"Of course they don't, you should have seen both of them earlier when I accidentally implied -"

"Careful, Farleigh," you yawned, carefully snuggling further against Venetia. The pair are quiet for a few long seconds, but your eyes remained closed.

"See what I mean?" Farleigh eventually breaks the rather tense silence with a wry, pointed comment.

"Can't believe you didn't tell me we were having a guest," Venetia sounds like she's sulking, but you just make a noncommittal hum in the back of your throat, "feeling possessive of our impending Mister Quick, are you, pet?" And you feel her fingers gentle on your cheek, taking your face in her hand and lifting you to look her in the eyes. Cracking your eyes open, you level a flat gaze at her. Also, you realise how long you must have been sleeping; it's sunset.

"Simply giving you space to form your own opinions of him, Ven," you told her, gaze sliding pointedly to Farleigh, who had splayed himself out on the opposing lounge chair. He stuck his tongue out at you.

"I'm a big girl, pet; I just want to know what you think, what I should expect."

God, the Catton siblings are phenomenal at playing innocent in a way that's completely and utterly unconvincing.

Venetia's still holding your face close, gaze sharp and demanding an answer. Maybe you should untangle yourself from her, from this conversation, but something about being around her always made you want to play along, even if out of spite.

"I think it doesn't matter what I say," you tell her softly, speaking with an honesty you don't often allow yourself around most of the Cattons, or even Farleigh, "nor do I think it matters what Farleigh says, no matter how cruel he is about Ollie," everything about your tone, your expression, the way your grip on her retracts as much as you're able, it comes as a surprise to her, and judging by your peripheries, Farleigh too, "you're going to want him, adore him; Oliver is unconventionally wonderful, and you are Venetia Catton."

"The actual fuck do you mean by that?" She pulls away, struggling to her feet with a scowl, and you relax fully into the spot she'd just abandoned. By this time you smile up at her, warm, adoring.

"I mean it is in your nature to love," it's not entirely a lie, but Venetia only sees the truth in it, the fondness. Her irritation softens, "I mean no opinion will ever matter above yours, and I know you, Ven; you're hardwired into your own brand of love at first sight." It's an incredibly, meticulously diplomatic cover for your earlier, far harsher statement. Farleigh's watching you like you're a magician before his very eyes; Venetia, thankfully, doesn't look at him.

Sitting back down gingerly on the edge of the lounge, she gives into your sweet words when you softly tell her you love her. She doesn't say it back - she never will - but she kisses you on the forehead before standing again.

"Almost thought you were being a bitch again," she tells you loftily, wrapping her towel around her waist like a skirt, cocking her hip, "and I've about had it up to here with you and your -"

"Yapping?" You supplied, playing up the canine allegations just to see the way she fails the hide the quirk of her lips, the dead give away that she's desperate to smile.

"Yapping, exactly." And she turns swiftly on her heel, trying her best to storm away. When you call out that you'll see her at dinner, she flips you off. If you look to Farleigh, you think you might be able to see the cogs turning in his mind. Slowly, his mouth opens, then there's a distinct look in his eyes that says he thinks better about whatever he was going to say, and he closes it once more.

"Spit it out."

"I actually don't think I will," at least he admits it, "I think I'm in awe of your way with words and I'm gonna keep the rest to myself," he looks out at the pool, at the grounds beyond it, tucking his hands behind his head.

"Farleigh -"

"No," he says firmer, and looks at you, but his expression isn't harsh, "I think you're right; I think we should have our own opinions, and I don't want mine to get in the way of our friendship," surprisingly, he sounds very genuinely sincere; it hits the centre of your chest, and you take a moment to consider his words. "Oliver Quick," still the barest bit of disdain, but he's clearly trying, "is someone you and my cousin clearly care about; end. Of. Sentence." It does look like it pains him to say, but you're grateful nonetheless.

For a very long time, the two of you lay in comfortable silence, side by side, as the sun turn the world gold-red-lilac-blue around you. Just as you feel like you should go and get dressed for supper, you can't help but try again.

"Come on, what were you going to say -?" You don't even finish the teasing question before Farleigh blurts out -

"Just how good was Oliver's dick for you to actually be this possessive of him before he even gets here?"

And the question makes you absolutely burst out laughing, a sound which Farleigh thankfully echoes. The cathartic release is greatly welcomed as you both stand. Wrapping your arm around Farleigh's waist as the two of you head back, but he's still waiting for the answer he knows you're not nearly too shy to give.

"I'm not possessive," you justify immediately, though Farleigh's snort gives away that he doesn't even begin to believe you, "but you can never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever tell Venetia -"

"That good?" Farleigh sounds incredibly sceptical, but you go quiet; you wonder if he can tell how smug you're being right now. Clearly, after a moment of silence, the disbelief in his voice gives him away; "seriously; that good?" You make an affirmative noise in the back of your throat, "okay," Farleigh actually sounds a little impressed, "Felix's jealousy makes a little more sense; I assume he knows?"

"Of course he knows," you shake your head dismissively, "and he's not jealous," anymore, you leave off the end.

"Am I jealous of you?" Farleigh murmurs, mostly as a joke, but knowing him there's at least part of him considering it, "who would have guessed; Oliver Quick."

For the first time when Farleigh says his name, there's only intrigue on his tongue.

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psa don’t listen to artpop (2013) while high or you’ll start having delirious visions of a lady gaga performance that never happened where she’s wearing a super sexy silver sequined bikini (and perfectly coordinated stripper thigh-highs) underneath a giant transparent inflatable gummy bear suit the color of Snorlax and she later describes this costume in an outfit breakdown video with vogue and imitates the big bobble-wobble head dance and says she was inspired by Jim Henson and wanted to become a puppet pulling her own strings or an edible Koons or something equally mesmerically absurd and then the whole thing was actually a protracted cutaway sequence from the SNL weed gummy sketch

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Hi, I have no life (joke). Anyway, with the updates to Laverne's canon I've made (and still need to add to her bio)... I decided to re-calculate her net worth.

Unfortunately, she is not making the Top 10 Richest People in the World list 😔 But that doesn't mean her worth isn't impressive!

So, below the cut you will find the breakdown of assets and liabilities. But first, here's a breakdown of what exactly constitutes into calculating a person's net worth:

Net worth is the value of the assets a person or corporation owns, minus the liabilities they owe.

An asset is anything owned that has monetary value, while liabilities are obligations that deplete resources, such as loans, accounts payable (AP), and mortgages.

This would include properties (homes, businesses, vehicles) and most material goods, as well as daily business fees. Which in GTA... are very cheap in comparison to the cost of assets.

It's also important to note this is an approximation!

Some vehicles aren't available, some were free and the market cost was estimated (re: base value + suggested sell price post-upgrade), property upgrades and renovations varied, the fees are paid daily, and I had to find online articles with the prices...

There was an attempt, and we did get an answer:

$81.3 million USD (exact number: $81,322,316 USD)

And now, the breakdown.

PROPERTIES / BUSINESSES

2045 N. Conker Avenue Stilt Apartment -> $727,000

Del Perro Heights, 4 -> $468,000

Maze Bank Tower Office -> $7,800,000

Paleto Forest Bunker -> $2,480,000

Paleto Bay Facility -> $2,806,000

LSIA Hangar A17 -> $3,147,500

Downtown Vinewood Nightclub -> $7,469,850

Videogeddon (La Mesa) -> $10,082,500

Diamond Casino Penthouse -> $6,472,000

Cargo Warehouse -> $902,000

Vehicle Warehouse -> $1,500,000

Document Forgery -> $1,762,000

Counterfeit Cash -> $2,454,000

Cocaine Lockup -> $2,870,000

TOTAL: $50,940,850

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CLOTHING (ACCOUNTS FOR CANON OUTFITS; NOT ALL INCLUDED DUE TO LOSS OF OUTFIT/CHANGED CANON)

Outfit 1 -> $54,732

Black Corset -> $13,940

Classic Turnups -> $15.060

Black Catsuit Heels -> $3,020

Pewter Aviators -> $3,660

Platinum Pretzel Chain -> $9,252

Black Gold Diamond Studs -> $6,450

Carbon Anna Rex Prestige Watch -> $3,350

Outfit 2 -> $43,062

Black Corset -> $13,940

Deco Sequin Mini Skirt -> $1,425

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Platinum Pretzel Chain -> $9,252

Platinum Diamond Studs -> $8,950

Silver Le Chien Marquise Watch -> $7,100

Outfit 3 -> $6,680

Cream Blazer -> $1,400

Black Turtleneck -> $1100

Cream Slacks -> $1,660

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Silver Deco Earrings -> $125

Outfit 4 -> $8,435

Blue Suede Blazer -> $1,750

Black Turtleneck -> $1100

Blue Slacks -> $1,990

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Gray Earpiece -> $1,200

Outfit 5 -> $39,085

Positive Cimicino Sun Dress -> $27,650

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Gray Earpiece -> $1,200

Black Mademoiselle Glasses -> $740

Silver Le Chien Marquise Watch -> $7,100

Outfit 6 -> $36,900

Ice Corset -> $13,820

Faded Classic Turnups -> $14,280

White Dipped Patent Heels -> $500

Gray Earpiece -> $1,200

Marble Mademoiselle Glasses -> UNK / $0

Silver Le Chien Marquise Watch -> $7,100

Outfit 7 -> $555

Black Bikini Top -> $325

Black Bikini Bottoms -> $230

Outfit 8 -> $24,090

Santos 13 Cropped Tank -> $130

Black Snap Joggers -> $4,850

Black S Slab Canvas Sneakers -> $8,670

Pewter Aviators -> $3,660

Beat Off White Headphones -> $0

Lime iFruit Snap Watch -> $6,780

Outfit 9 -> $30,075

Black Mini Dress -> $14,500

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Platinum Waterfall Earrings -> $10,600

Black Fufu Jeunesse Watch -> $2,580

Long Black Gloves -> UNK. / $0

Outfit 10 -> $52,185

Royal Blue Mini Dress -> $12.920

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Platinum Waterfall Earrings -> $10,600

Silver Anna Rex Prestige Watch -> $3,350

Mono Chain Bracelet -> $22,920

Outfit 11 -> $77,515

Springs High Roller Dress -> $45,750

Black Patent Heels -> $2,395

Black Gold Diamond Studs -> $6,450

Mono Chain Bracelet -> $22,920

TOTAL: $373,314

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VEHICLES (ACCOUNTS FOR CANON VEHICLES)

Galaxy Super Yacht -> $8,840,000

Kosatka Submarine -> $9,085,000

Bravado Greenwood -> 1,098,750 + 144,975 = $1,243,725

Obey 9F Cabrio -> 130,000 + 231,325 = $361,325

Bravado Banshee -> 126,000 + 223,387 = $349,387

Dinka Double-T -> $85,815

Coil Cyclone -> + $2,020,757

Paragon R (Armored) -> $905,000

Terrobyte -> $3,459,000

TOTAL: $25,988,684

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ACCOUNT BALANCE (TIME OF CALCULATION) -> $4,031,463

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APPROXIMATION OF OBLIGATIONS / FEES

Apartments -> $150

Facility -> $300

Penthouse -> $500

Yacht -> $500

Submarine -> $150

Office -> $250

Cargo Warehouse -> $25

Bunker -> $4,500

Hangar -> $250

Nightclub -> $500

Arcade -> $250

Document Forgery -> $1,500

Counterfeit Cash -> $3000

Mechanic Fees -> $120

TOTAL: $11,995

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81,334,311 - 11,995 EQUALS... $81,322,316

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Character Profile: Wren LaRue

TW: mentions of homicide, gun violence, death, verbal abuse, criminal violence, marijuana use, recreational drug use

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GENERAL INFORMATION

Universe: To Live and Die in L.A.

Full Name: Wren Regine LaRue

Nicknames: Wrennie, Song Bird, Birdie

Age: 25

Date of Birth: 10/30/1960

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: queer; is in the early stages of discovering this and is still learning a lot about herself.

Religion: raised in a Jewish (mother's side) and Christian (father's side) house hold; practiced and upheld both faiths growing up. Practices Buddhism as an adult.

Race/Ethnicity: white; French, German, and Hungarian ancestry

Country of Origin: United States of America

Hometown: Los Angeles, California

Current Place of Residence: Los Angeles, California

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Skin: has fair skin. Tans lightly, mostly burns.

Height: 5'1

Weight: 120

Eye Color: emerald green, bright and catlike

Hair Color: chocolate brown

Hair Texture: thick with an oily texture

Hair Length: shoulder length

Body Type: isn't muscular or athletic, has a soft tummy and arms. Has toned legs and hips from pole dancing.

Body Shape: hourglass

Other Notable Features: is a 36C. Bra size isn't important but she's noticeably busty which is often the first thing men notice about her. This face makes her uncomfortable. Has a port wine stain birth mark on the top of her right foot

Clothing Style: classy yet risque. short skirts, mini dresses, silk dresses, dresses with side slits, sleeveless turtlenecks, black, plum, maroon, knee high boots, patent black pumps, ankle boots, thong sandals, velvet, leather, suede, crystal and silver jewelry, high-waisted shorts, dark denim, faded t-shirts, striped bikinis, lots of sequins and jewel tones when dancing. Wears a brassy locket her father got her when she was a child when she's not working or swindling. It was one of the last memories she has of him.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: passionate, witty, resourceful, confident, clever, tenacious, self-reliant, ambitious, focused

Negative Traits: dishonest, untrustworthy, selfish, unapproachable, immature, superficial, irrational

Hobbies: conning, sketching, dancing, writing poetry

HEALTH

Physical Health: is physically healthy with relatively no ailments other than the occasional cold.

Allergies: shellfish. Which is unfortunate as she loves seafood.

Mental Health: suffers PTSD from loosing her father when she was in adolescence as well as depression.

Phobias: hoplophobia (fear of firearms) Formed from her father being shot at his bank accounting job by a disgruntled client. Considering the line of work she's in as well as her personal life, she is often on edge. agoraphobia - severity varies

PROFESSIONAL LIFE

Education: graduated high school.

Professions: exotic dancer, grifter/swindler/con artist

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS

Current Significant Others: Rick Masters, Bianca Torres

Past Significant Others: Billy Del Vecchio - young man she met at a bar when a mark of hers didn't show up. Wren was 21 at the time and stayed with Billy for 3 years. He eventually took her virginity before leaving her for a more established woman.

FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIPS

Mother: Vivienne Marie Hoffman

Father: Albert Andrew LaRue (deceased)

Siblings: Breton 'Brett' Henry LaRue, Thomas Dorian LaRue

Children: N/A

Other Notable Family Members: Great Aunt Vida. Vida was the most open minded family, which given her age was shocking. She practiced new age religion (using both pagan and wicca traditions), collected crystals, read tarot cards, and grew and kept a few small weed plants. She had a positive influence on Wren, who lived within walking distant. Died at 85 years old when Wren was 16; this was several years after Albert and Brett died.

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS

Friends: Shelly Valentino, Ruth Lanier

Enemies: Richard 'Dick' Chance

Pets: Bitsy the calico cat

BIOGRAPHY

Childhood:

Wren was born the youngest of three into a relatively happy family. She was closest with her father and was quickly spoiled by Albert and had decent relationships with her brothers, Brett and Tom. Early on, Wren discovered that she could manipulate people emotionally to get what she wanted.

Vivienne thought forced her daughter to perform in dance classes though the child found solace in ballet and tap dancing, in spite of her mother.

Adolescence:

Her childhood was rather lonely since she had difficulty keeping friends and cared little about going to school, though kept her grades up in hopes of going to school to pursue choreography for Broadway productions.

However, her father and brother were shot point blank during a hold up at the bank Albert worked at. Both were natural mediator's and attempted to talk down the shooter.

Tom went to college in Massachusetts and left Wren with their verbally abusive mother. During this time, she squirrelled away the inheritance to escape Vivienne as soon as she was of legal age.

Adulthood:

At 18, she got a job as a waitress at a themed diner where she met her closest friend and future roommate, Shelly. They got an apartment together and Wren burned through her inheritance for rent money while combating severe agoraphobia.

At 21, Wren got a job as a stripper at a truck stop off of Ventura. While ends were being met, the creeps that came in there inspired her to start swindling sleazy business men. She blackmailed unsuspecting marks of up to $1000 dollars and once was held at knife point because of it.

The first person she was intrigued by was Rick Masters, whom she met at one of Shelly's art shows. They began a sexual relationship as well as a polyamorous relationship with Rick's girlfriend, Bianca.

Wren became the target of FBI agent, Richard Chance, who had a personal vendetta against the counterfeiter. Remained faithful to Rick until his untimely death.

Late in Life:

Wren and Bianca split up amicably while the former moved to Boston to be reunited with her brother, Tom. She gave up crime and pursued smalltime choreography in local theater and lived in the city until she died.

Wren never married nor had children.

[moonspower]

how much effort does your muse put into their costume for halloween parties and other dress-up events? do they have any go-to costumes?

✨ @ratkiing. meme. still accepting!

virote never really cared about halloween since he didn't grow up with it as someone that's not from the west and he does think it's kind of goofy. but if he does attend a costume / halloween party, he pretty much goes balls to the walls with it. i mean like three costume changes with a theme, each one more elaborate than the next. like first costume will be lady gaga from her edge of glory music video, then next would be that one silver / jewel'd bikini with the headpiece look from her bad romance music video, and then he'd end the night with that crazy shit she wore during the 911 music video. glammed up, makeup and all, wigs, all of it. sickening, sickening!!!

absolutely fucking sickening. virote shows up and shows out every time there's a party where there's some sort dress code. he is a walking, talking version of that party invite by designer marc jacobs:

FUR COATS OVER LINGERIE, LIP GLOSS, JERRY HALL SIDE-SWEPT HAIR, SEQUINS, GOLD LAMÉ TURBANS, PATTI HEARST SYMBIONESE LIBERATION ARMY GEAR, ROGUE, ROLLERINA CHIC, SHEER HAREM PANTS, MINI SKIRTS AND MUSCULAR LEGS, PLATINUM RECORDS AS HEAD GEAR, SEQUINS, GRACE JONES BUTCH REALNESS, GLOSS-Y SKIN, BLEACHED EYEBROWS, SLITS, RIDING IN ON A WHITE HORSE, SEQUINS, SKY HIGH STILETTOS, MIRRORED AVIATORS, METAL MESH, COWL NECKLINE HALTERS, OR EYES OF LAURA MARS CHIC. NO FLAT SHOES. NO MATTE SURFACES. NO NATURAL LOOKS.

[brainyxbat]

10 casual outfits for Team Rocket’s Jessie! 😊 Like with the rest looks, they’ll be used in various fanarts and fanfictions, chosen randomly.

"Angel Baby” crop t-shirt, blue shorts, yellow skimmer shoes, white and light blue wings necklace

Rainbow hoodie, pink tube top, white and light turquoise Converse skimmers, light denim jeggings

Blue and white crop tank, pleated denim mini skirt, white Keds sneakers

Turquoise blue plaid tank, light denim shorts, pink sequin sneakers

“Tappa Keg” crop hoodie, pink plaid mini skirt, white boat shoes, lemon water pendant necklace

Orange short sleeve hoodie, orange floral shorts, white wedge flip-flops, gold-tone “love letter” necklace

Pink and red heart cropped t-shirt, lace-up chambray ruffled skirt, pink and white Nike sneakers

Pink rainbow graphic t-shirt, dark denim belted mini skirt, black capri leggings, yellow gingham rainbow heels Pink chiffon off shoulder mini dress w/ purple bows, ballet illusion tights, white flats, light pink wings necklace

Pink chiffon off-shoulder dress w/ purple bows, white ballet illusion tights, white flats, light pink wings necklace

Rainbow mesh cropped hoodie, turquoise blue tank top, yellow shorts, white rainbow sneakers, rainbow necklace w/ black clouds (those black X’s on the hoodie are not part of it; I just didn’t feel like removing them)

Consistent Pieces:

Green spherical earrings

Mascara

���Relentlessly Red” lipstick

Blue matte nail polish

Tagging @yamujiburo and @kianamaiart​! Hope these are all accurate! 😬

Keep reading for sections with swim, sleep, and formal, and any other ideas! They will be updated!

Swim

Pink bikini w/ red hearts

Sleep

Pink short sleeve lolita nightgown

Fuchsia Hello Kitty™ babydoll nightgown

Formal

Light purple tulle ruffle dress, matching chain necklace, nude colored pumps

Halloween

Belly Dancer (pink)

Winter

Silver metallic snowsuit

Christmas

Black “Naughty Not Nice” nightshirt, white festive fairisle sleep shorts, black and white fairisle knee socks (all VS)

[grandprincessfun]

My New Stuff!...The black and silver shiny sequin pattern bikini top features in part two of my Shopping Stories #52 video...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEtr4Ynmh3E

[verydesperatehousewife]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Silver Gottex Two Piece Sequins Bikini Set Bathing Suit Bra Sized 38D Bottoms 12.

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Check out this listing I just found on Poshmark: 🎉Host Pick🎉 Blue/Green Druzy Quartz Silver tone Bracelet NWT.

[mysterymirrors]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Urban Outfitters Sparkly Glitter V-Neck Plunge Crop Tank - Metallic Pink - XS.

[grammymk]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Victoria’s Secret bring bikini bra top size small/P excellent use condition aqua.

[jcinfl]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Victoria’s Secret Bikini Bottoms M.

[knp129]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Shein Mini Sequin Bikini and Fringe Skirt Silver White Size Large.

[women-in-style]

Summer Beauty: Match Your Bikini with Flawless Makeup Looks!

Summer is here, and it’s time to hit the beach in style! Elevate your beach-ready look by coordinating your bikini with the perfect makeup. Whether you prefer a classic, tropical, boho, glamorous, or sporty vibe, we’ve got the makeup looks that will complement your bikini and make you feel confident as you soak up the sun. Let’s dive in!

Subtle and Sun-Kissed: Makeup for a Classic Bikini

For timeless solid-colored bikinis like black, white, or navy, opt for a subtle and sun-kissed makeup look.

Embrace your natural beauty with a lightweight, tinted moisturizer or BB cream for a fresh-faced glow. Add warmth to your complexion with bronzer on your cheeks, forehead, and jawline.

Keep your eyes soft with a touch of brown eyeshadow and a coat of mascara. Finish off the look with a nude or peachy lip color for an effortlessly chic appearance.

Tropical Vibes: Makeup for Vibrant and Printed Bikinis

Rocking a vibrant and printed bikini? Embrace the tropical vibes with your makeup! Start with a dewy foundation or BB cream to create a radiant base. Complement your bikini’s colors with warm and bronzy eyeshadows in shades of gold, copper, or coral.

Amp up the drama with volumizing mascara and a hint of shimmer in the inner corners of your eyes. Complete the look with a glossy lip in a coordinating shade for that perfect tropical touch.

Boho Chic: Makeup for Crochet or Bohemian Bikinis

For a boho-chic bikini, opt for a laid-back and free-spirited makeup look. Begin with a lightweight foundation or tinted moisturizer for a natural look.

Embrace soft, earthy eyeshadows in shades of taupe, dusty rose, or warm browns. Lengthen your lashes with mascara and finish off with a peachy or rosy lip color.

Keep it soft and effortless to complement the bohemian charm of your bikini.

Glamorous Diva: Makeup for High-Fashion and Sequin Bikinis

Wearing a high-fashion or sequin bikini? Go all out with a glamorous makeup look! Start with a full-coverage foundation for a flawless canvas. Emphasize your eyes with bold, dramatic eyeshadows in shimmering metallics like gold, silver, or bronze.

Add volume to your lashes and consider false lashes for extra glam. Don’t shy away from a bold lip color in shades of red, coral, or daring fuchsia to complete the show-stopping look that perfectly matches your glitzy bikini style.

Fresh and Sporty: Makeup for Athletic and Sporty Bikinis

For athletic and sporty bikinis, embrace a fresh and sporty makeup look. Begin with a lightweight, breathable BB cream or tinted moisturizer for a natural finish.

Keep your eyes simple with waterproof mascara to withstand any water activities. Enhance your brows with a brow gel for a defined look. Opt for a lip balm or a sheer lip gloss in a natural hue for moisturized lips ready for fun in the sun.

Coordinate your makeup with your bikini style to add an extra touch of magic to your summer beach looks.

From subtle and sun-kissed to bold and glamorous, there’s a makeup look for every bikini style. Experiment with colors and styles to reflect your unique personality and make a splash with your perfectly coordinated bikini and makeup looks.

Ready to elevate your beach beauty game? Visit PrettyLittleBikiniShop.com today to explore our stunning collection of bikinis designed to suit every style and preference.

Whether you prefer classic, tropical, boho, glamorous, or sporty bikinis, we have something for every beach lover. Don’t miss out on the opportunity to make a splash with your perfectly coordinated bikini and makeup looks!

[somecutiewithabooty]

Miley Cyrus is a popular American singer, songwriter, and actress who is known for her bold and edgy fashion sense. She is often seen wearing provocative and daring outfits that push the boundaries of traditional fashion. In this article, we will explore Cyrus' fashion sense, including her style evolution and notable fashion moments.

Style Evolution

Cyrus' style has evolved significantly over the years, reflecting her personal growth and changing tastes. In her early years, she was often seen wearing sweet and girly outfits that reflected her role as Disney Channel's "Hannah Montana." However, as she began to distance herself from her Disney image, her style became more daring and provocative.

In 2012, Cyrus made a major style statement with her short, platinum blonde haircut, which became an iconic look. She began to wear more revealing and edgy outfits, including crop tops, leather jackets, and thigh-high boots. She also began to experiment with bold prints and patterns, such as animal print and sequins.

Notable Fashion Moments

Cyrus' fashion sense has generated significant media attention over the years, with several notable fashion moments. One of her most iconic looks was the nude-colored latex bikini and cape she wore during her 2013 MTV Video Music Awards performance, where she twerked on stage with Robin Thicke. This outfit generated widespread controversy and was widely criticized for being too revealing.

In 2015, Cyrus made another fashion statement when she appeared on the red carpet for the amfAR Inspiration Gala wearing a glittering, silver Moschino gown. The dress featured a daring cut-out neckline that showcased her chest tattoo and a flowing train that added drama to the look.

Cyrus' fashion sense has continued to evolve in recent years, with a focus on sustainability and eco-friendliness. She has collaborated with several sustainable fashion brands and often wears vintage and second-hand clothing to promote sustainable fashion.

Conclusion

Miley Cyrus' fashion sense is characterized by its boldness and daringness. She is not afraid to push the boundaries of traditional fashion and has made several iconic fashion statements over the years. Her style has evolved significantly, reflecting her personal growth and changing tastes. Despite generating controversy at times, Cyrus' fashion sense has cemented her status as a trendsetter in the entertainment industry.