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[jisokai]

Just finished Dressrosa last night 😭

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Just to kiss me (Part 5)

pairing: Finnick Odair x reader

(AO3 mirror)

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part 4, My Hunger Games Masterlist

summary: Life goes on. You get a message from Finnick. 

warnings: some light angst, but other than that, none.

required reading: The song "We'll never have sex" by Leith Ross <;3

a/n: ....I'm gonna stop making promises I can't keep lmfao. It's exam szn rn and uni wants me dead tbh. But I promise I'll finish this fic if it kills me sooo… enjoy!

taglist (comment if you'd like to be added <3): @agent-grey-fics, @starhastoomanyfandoms

wc: 3.8k

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You look perfect, you look different

I don't wonder about your indifference

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You arrive to a quiet house.

Not that it was out of the ordinary. Whilst you weren’t the type to party from dusk till dawn, arriving home after a late day at work, or a night in with Vonnie, was fairly by-the-by. You liked the routine: kicking on your slippers and closing the front door with a quiet click . Your mother, of course, nowhere to be seen. Not that you’d complain.

This morning, however, feels different. Your body burns with the aftermath of the night before; and you practically float into the house. Your heart is heavy with what’s left after Finnick’s touch - you can’t forget him whether you wanted to or not. And you didn’t want to forget, the last couple hours on replay during the journey. You feel like a teenager again - giddy with the thought of seeing him again. You had given Finnick your number, as promised. Waiting for the buzz of the comms on your wrist would be agony, you’re sure of it.

You pad through your house absentmindedly. Past the grand double staircase, through the pristine rugs and floors of a parlour not oft used, and into the kitchen. You place the bag Finnick gave you on its floor, rummaging through the cupboards. Murmurs from your mother’s office, a room just beyond the parlour, break the spell. It stops you in your tracks: the distorted mumble behind the door. Your mother’s voice is distinct but you can’t hear what she’s saying. Is there someone else? Yes, you think, a man. There’s rustling, the swish of people standing up and then you hear it: a gravelly voice. 

Plutarch Heavensbee - Uncle Heavensbee - opens the door and you duck behind the counter, just in time. Your mother follows close behind him. There’s no predicting  what your mother would say if she saw you like this - clearly in someone else's clothes after an eventful night. 

“...and we need to move faster than anticipated.” Plutarch says. Your mother shuts the door to her office and shakes her head, seemingly frustrated.

“You know that’s not up to me.” She chews her lip - like you do when you think. “I’ve moved up the dinner, putting as many resources as I can afford into the campaign. I’ve been forced to recruit an idiot from Snow’s court, for God’s sake. I’m going as fast as I-”

“-Snow’s court?” He interrupts. “You don’t mean…?”

She brings a hand up to pause the white haired man. “...I know what it sounds like. You need to trust me.”

He nods. “I have my reservations, but I suppose-”

“We don’t have a choice.” She slaps a hand on his back, good-naturedly, and you almost keel over from your vantage point. She laughs - a genuine, hearty laugh - in the white and bronze of walls dripping in paintings. She walks him towards the door. “It was a pleasure doing business with you, old friend.”

“If anyone could do it, it’s you; Arachne.” He nods, warmly. They move out of earshot. In the distance, you hear the click of the door. 

You flop against the cool counter’s side, in relief. You know better than to internalise her words, curious; but knowing better than to pry. It had become second nature: flattening, playing the fool, turning a blind eye. Better blissfully unaware than dead. 

You brush yourself off, rummaging through drawers yet again. You look for something, stashed in the crevice of a drawer long ago. When you find it, you almost leap for joy - the silvered charm of a necklace heaped against the side. You clutch it in your palm and its stings, bittersweet.

~~~

You wait for a while, locked up in your room for the rest of the day. You’re restless; bouncing on the walls as you desperately try to fill the time. At first, it was the paperwork piled high on your desk - work you’d been putting off for a couple of weeks now. Steadily, you chip away at the files.

Trawling through them like the net of a fishing boat - some of it was for your own personal project, the rest were pages and pages of notes needing to be processed and uploaded. Your job was hardly exciting; preening in front of a desk for 8 hours. But, it was a job done all your own. It was the one thing you and your mother had agreed on fresh from the Academy - that you’d make your own way. Top marks, an early graduate, a brilliant academic record: you’d turned down other offers in lieu of a stunning career as a… glorified secretary. Not quite the plan, but it would do for now.

A buzz comes and you leap towards the comms long placed on your desk, out of sight. You shift in your seat to adjust your hair. If Finnick calls now, you want to look like you’ve slept a full 8 hours. Fumbling, you accept the call.

Vonnie’s face materialises on the desk in front of you. She's outside; an obnoxious hat flopping in front of her face. You recognise her background: the manicured back deck of Vonnie’s home and the buzz of her younger siblings clattering through rosebeds. 

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how hungover are you?” You groan at her glee. “1 being fresh as a field of daisies, and 10 being doubled over, shitfaced-”

“I heard you the first time, Von. I’m choosing to ignore it.”

She laughs, flashing pearly white teeth. Something mischievous brewing behind her smile, your sure of it. 

“How was last night, then?”

You pick at the pens on your desk. “Nothing special, I suppose.”

“...Is that all you’re gonna give me?” She’s exasperated at your nonchalance. “I’ve seen the videos! I want to know everything - who was there…”

“It was a masquerade-”

“What everyone was wearing…”

“I don’t know all the designers like you do-”

“The guy you spent the night with…”

That one catches you off guard. “T-That’s not… there wasn’t a guy … Von, c’mon-”

She tilts her head and gives you a look that says you should know better. You’d known one another for more than a decade and she can read you like a book: your facade was paper-thin and peeling, frankly. “Then where were you this morning?”

Fuck.

“I called, and no-one answered. You always answer.”

“I was… asleep?” You offer. She rolls her eyes.

“...and I’m best friends with Finnick Odair.”

You splutter. “It doesn’t… it’s not like that.”

Vonnie almost leaps out of her chair. “But something happened? There’s someone you’ve got your eye on?”

“...maybe.” 

She whoops and hollers so hard it makes you laugh. She’s up on her feet, dancing on the concrete, pulling one of her brothers to join her. Their joy is infectious - melodious giggles ringing around your own room. It’s like an old nursery rhyme: some-one’s-got-a-booy-friend, some-one’s-got-a-boooy-fr-

“It’s a dream come true! God, you’ve mean-mugged every single eligible bachelor this side of Panem,” The gap-toothed giggle of her brother comes through the call and she darts out of frame. 

“That’s unfair…”

“ Shut it, Val, or I’ll tell Dad you’ve been eating his-” There’s rustling on the other side as she pops back into view, flushed and panting. “D’you remember the guy you humiliated in Upper 6th?”

“He was a prick!”

“He was flirting ! That’s what people do, nowadays - they flirt.”

The Incident, as you’ve come to know it, happened a couple years ago. You were both in your last year of school, invited to your very first houseparty. Well, Vonnie had been invited - easygoing and friendly. You were like her shadow even then - sticking close to her in the pulse and thrum of the sprawling grounds. Too much money and time, you’d thought, dressed quite plainly in comparison to everyone else. Eventhough she had talked you through it on the pod there - who to look for, how to make small talk, the best places to avoid Jupe and his boneheaded antics. And it was going well, at first - you ate and laughed and drank - feeling like a normal teenager for the first time in years. Like people enjoyed your presence and didn’t shirk at you like they would in class. Like most things, the reality was much more mundane. It wasn't cruel, cold-hearted malice. They simply hadn’t noticed you were there.

Back then, in the kitchen of your classmate’s house; someone had pulled you to the side. Confident and sidling up to you with a glass of something in his hand. He stinks with the air of entitlement, the first son of such-and-such: attractive, sure, but not enough to warrant the reaction from Vonnie across the room, you think. You can barely remember the conversation; something about how good we’d look together and a clammy hand kneading at your thigh. The rest was a blur: a sharp right hook, and he’s on the floor clutching a bloody nose. You don’t regret it, honestly. You do regret the storm stoked by his asshole father, however.

“Did your mystery guy flirt? No, no. Not your MO. I bet he’s funny. Smart. He probably said something snarky and you fell head over heels for him.”

“Von-”

“You two, in the corner, whispering about how much everyone sucks, I suppose. Have you replaced me? Found someone else to talk shit with-”

“Vonnie!” She stops, eyes wide and innocent through the screen.

“If you want to shut me up, you need to give me something. Or I’ll keep going - and you know I can talk for the houses,” She threatens.

“We’re just friends, right now. I-I think.”

“...you think?” 

“He’s funny, of course he is. And kind. Perceptive, as well. I like being around him.”

She swoons, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead in faux shock. “You like him. In all my years …you like him.”

You groan again, head in your hands.

It’s nice, like this. Laughing with Vonnie about boys again. Like the last 24 hours were the plot of some soap you’d watch on the network when you were younger. She has a knack for this sort of thing; putting you at ease.

~~~

The first message from Finnick comes at work. You spend the first half of the day convincing yourself it doesn’t bother you; that you’re not at the beck and call of the chime of your comms. Not that you had many suitors vying for your attention, but there had been a few too many false alarms you'd jumped at. 

You're dropped off at Hadrian's offices; buzzed into the building by the Peacekeepers keeping guard by its entrance. 

"Mornin' Miss." You're greeted as you step through the doors, handing your keycard through the gaps of the glass by a desk. 

"Good morning, Dill." You nod as they scan it through. Dill, beaming in a crisp grey jumpsuit (standard issue), was the first person you met when you started the job 6 months ago. They were the closest thing you had to a friend in here - warm and kind as they took you around the office. You were quick on your feet but the unexpectedly fast-paced nature of the council had caused you to stumble, at first. 

"Didn't realise you were at the party."

You shrug. 

"I saw the pictures. How'd you get in?" 

"Hadrian invited me personally."

Handing back your pass, they snigger at your theatrics. "Must've lost my invite, then."

"Such a shame, Dill. You missed quite the party." Laughing over your shoulder, you tap your nose as you walk away. 

Your cubicle is simple, stationed at the mouth of Hadrian's personal chambers. He wasn't here yet, of course; oft preferring a 'graduated start to the day' . The speech he gave you on your first day sounded just as ridiculous as it did in the subsequent months: nattering on about responsibility and duty whilst he twiddled his thumbs for the best part of a couple hours. On the other hand, you were privy to his every move: every meeting, every phone call. On paper, you were responsible for data processing and handling: intending to overhaul his systems and software, like you had gone to the Academy for. In reality, you waited on his every whim and whine. A glorified secretary with the meagre wage to match. 

You were one of the lucky ones. As District 2's overseer, Councillor Hadrian had the workforce to match - most employed as security, button-pushers, or data entry. The man himself had the temperament of a spoiled cat, fancying himself a general, a commander, Snow's right hand man. A fool failing upwards, you thought. 

You perch at your desk, adjusting the tight collar at your neck. Your employer had strict standards and you were dressed as such: grey pencil skirt down past your knees, a starchy blouse with a straight collar and modestly heeled pumps. You itch at your stockings and stew at the screen, tapping away. 

When a buzz comes at your wrist you don't think anything of it. It's probably Vonnie, with a message about her dress; or your mother, stark and cryptid about her whereabouts. Another buzz comes. And another. And another. You tap at your comms and almost jump at messages. 

From: unknown

hey! 

From: unknown

think u forgot to return my sweater :p

From: unknown

this is finnick btw

From: unknown

not some creep or anything

Sent: You

You probably should have opened with that :) 

From: unknown

probably 

From: unknown

what r u doing rn? 

Sent: You

I'm at work, haha. 

From: unknown

the fancy office one, then

From: unknown

shit. is this a bad time? 

It makes you giggle, imagining Finnick on his comms somewhere. You can hear it in his voice: teasing, lilting. You peep out from your desk, hands darting to respond.

Sent: You

I’m doing a whole lot of nothing right now.

Sent: You

So no, not really.

From: unknown

slacking already…its pretty early, no?

Sent: You

It’s mostly fine… 

From: unknown

mostly?

Sent: You

Nothing’s exploded just yet.

There’s a rapping on the floor from the corridor over, which makes your head snap up. Hadrian, sharp and lithe, grey donned chin first into the room. You tuck away your comms, scrambling for his itinerary on the pad in front of you. He knocks on the lip of your desk.

“Anybody home?” His face curls into a grin: oozing pomp and ego. 

You force a smile, its edges terse and tight. You stand, tapping at the screen that's made its home in the crook of your elbow. “You’ve got a meeting this morning about arrangements for this years’ reaping, I’ve got the minutes for your call with Elland and-”

He gives you a wave as he makes towards his office. “I need you to push it back a couple of hours, I’ve got other… uh… business to attend to. And I needed those minutes yesterday, the situation’s changed: we need to double peacekeeper presence in 8-”

“With what money?” You scoff. He pauses, hand wavering over the handle of an ornate wooden door. It’s heavy, and takes up the span of half the room - gilded and embossed with glossy script. He cranes his head towards you like you’ve asked him to compete in the games, instead.

“With t-the… we can find money. Move things around.” He strides through the doors into a plush office. "It's what I pay you for. And I expect a revised budget by the end of the day."

He closes the door in your face and you scowl at the wood. Your skin crawls with the thought of the minutes you'd have to rewrite, the hours you'd need to spend sifting through the accounts. Move things around? On whose authority? The new budget would have to be approved by Snow, and there'd be questions, not to mention the tight turnaround-

With a deep sigh, you take a breath and unclench your jaw. You take a seat at your desk: Finnick's last message blaring at the band of your comms. 

From: unknown

famous last words, love

~~~

It sets the tone for the rest of the day, you think. You barely get a minute to yourself, putting out fires left and right. There's a stack of paperwork on your desk that grows and grows in your absence; it peers at you like a small mountain whenever you walk past, guilty. 

You send Finnick small messages here and there; the broken bits of a conversation spread between any spare moment. That ends up being a handful of times within a couple of hours; even less as you rush to finish a budget plan you've been expected to pull out of your ass. He makes you laugh. Between the haze of exhaustion and anger you find yourself wandering in and out of; it's a much needed break from your own head. He stops you from clattering about like the tinny ricochet of a pinball. You're convinced; if you shook your head around, it would rattle.

But Finnick is there, grounded and steady, to stop you from floating away. 

You don't expect it, when it comes. Later at night, after you've rubbed your sore feet and propped them up in the comfort of your own home. Swallowed by blankets and the comforter; plush and warm and swaddled like a newborn. Almost dozing off as you hear the dull buzz of your comms. A call. From Finnick. 

You don't hesitate to accept. It's voice only, and he speaks clear and calm between the walls of your bedroom. 

"Hey," 

"Hi." Your own voice is heavy with sleep, but it feels good to hear him. 

"This isn't a bad time, I hope? I know you were busy with work and everything-" 

"God, no. Like I said before, a whole lot of nothing."

"Good." He sighs. "I-I mean not good , per se, I just didn't know if you wanted to talk or-"

You scrunch your brow. He can't see you of course, but the way he's stumbling with his words, it's almost like he's… "Are you nervous, Finnick?" 

"No." A pause. "Maybe… a little. Just a bit."

You giggle. "Why? I don't bite."

"...this isn't weird? Not too much, too soon?" 

"I don't know what it's like where you're from. But around here, if you can believe it, friends call each other. They catch up over the phone. It's allowed." You say. 

"Fuck, okay. Okay," You might be going crazy, but you think you can hear him smile. "Then, as your friend, I don't believe you. For the record."

"What did I say?" You laugh. 

"That you did nothing all day. Don't believe it." 

"Slanderous accusations, Mr Odair. Where's your proof?"

"Well… the first is that you barely responded to me all day-"

"Maybe you were boring me, Finn."

"Highly unlikely." He waves it off. "I was doing all the work, by the way: riveting conversation - provoking, really trying to make you think -" 

"With such stunners as: 'Did you miss me yesterday?' and 'I'm so hungry I could eat a horse' -" 

"-absolutely gripping stuff, like I said. But that's not the point. The point is that you gave me nothing to work with. One word answers: brief, snarky - quite discouraging, honestly. And the only possible explanation is…"

"...is?"

"You were swamped at work." He seems pleased with his conclusion. "Up to your neck in paperwork, probably, putting out fires left and right. And, stop me if I'm wrong, left to clean up Hadrian's mess-"

"-that's all?" 

"Of course not. My second piece of evidence, ladies and gentleman, is: Hadrian's a prick. A self-righteous, pompous fuck who doesn't know up from down. There's no way he's got someone a-as competent and brilliant as you are, and not putting you to work."

You hum into your blankets, feeling your face flood with warmth. 

"And taking you for granted, stealing your ideas, etcetera, etcetera…"

"...but that's more implied." You finish for him. 

"Exactly. The third thing, the really important third thing, is… that you sound… tired." 

Your eyebrows shoot up. "I sound tired?" 

"I've got a hunch." He sounds more sincere. "You okay?" 

His gentleness catches you off guard. You're stumbling over your own words when you finally manage: "Y-Yeah. Just had a long day, s'all."

"You can talk about it, if you need to let off some steam."

"Not… not today. But thank you." You sink deeper into the covers. "What did you get up to, then?" 

"Not… much."

You squint. "Don't believe you."

"Wasn't very eventful, I promise." He clicks his tongue absentmindedly. "I just helped out Mags, not much else. "

"Mags?" It sounds familiar, but you can't quite place the name. 

"She's, w-well, she was my mentor." In the games was silent, implied. "We went over strategies and then I helped move some furniture. Fixing things up, doing what needed doing."

He didn't know where to put his hands all day. Restless, unable to keep still. 

"Like what?" 

"It's boring stuff, you don't want to hear it - trust me."

"Don't be stupid, I'm curious. Didn't take you for a handyman."

"Haha. It wasn't like that, anyway. She had these rips in her curtains, made from a while back. I spent most of my afternoon sewing them back together."

"...you can sew?" 

"Of course I can sew. Needlework, crochet, knitting. It's like tying a knot on a fishing hook; or making nets."

It's like breathing, you're sure of it. As simple as walking up and down stairs for him. Skills that stay with him well into adulthood; that outlines every step even this far from the sea. Rich with community and stories, and you envy him. In your house with stark white walls, you envy him. 

"I'm not really good with my hands - can't sew or anything to save my life."

"I could teach you." 

"....really?"

"Only if you want. But we'd start off slow; maybe some knots first, and then simple weaving patterns," You can hear the gears turn in his head. He's completely serious and the thought makes you dizzy, for some reason. 

"You don't have to, you know." You say, quietly. 

"I want to. It'll be fun, give me something to do instead of sitting around all day."

"Fun? That's one way to phrase a couple of hours with me." You laugh. 

"What does that mean?" His tone makes your voice die in your throat. 

"Just," you chew your lip. "A joke, mostly. I know I'm not the easiest to be around. So you don't have to… pretend or anything."

He doesn't speak for a bit. You check to see if he's still there, your only indication light breathing in the background. 

"I know what it's like to pretend, but this isn't…"

There's rustling, the creak and bustle of something, like he's sitting up. 

"Fuck… I wanted to see you again. I want to spend time with you. I mean it."

Soft, you whisper. "Okay."

Shakily, he repeats it: like a chant, a prayer, a spell. 

"I mean it ."

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[shitposting-account]

just played rot in paradise and while it was fun i didnt really get the story and wanted to know more about what was happening

my thoughts below, spoilers ahead for those who didnt play it yet (play it the story is fun)

at first, i got what the tematic would be once june started to talk about her cousin, who lost their toxic friends and such, i immediately caught up that the same will happen to june, and i think the metaphoric for this game went with that

how carmen became more aggressive towards june, mccoy began to ignore her and vonnie dismiss her. they werent treating her right and they were obviously hurting june, but june loves them so much that she lets them treat her that way

when she found ryan and got to that talk, i think its clear how its meant to be a "if theyre hurting you, you have to let them go, its not good to you to keep hurting yourself this way". i think it also makes sense for why ryan would be an "outcast" as well, i dont know how to explain it but his personality plays kinda to why he wasnt affected

while this is all i got from the story, im still not sure about all of this, mainly because everything happened too quickly. that doesnt make the story less appealing or the game less fun, i just wanted to know more about the mystery behind everything

like, yes, its meant to be a metaphor for broken relationships, who was "she"? where was that place? what exactly "infected" them (if we ignore the metaphor part)? im very curious about that tbh since they werent the only ones there affectes by the ocean, but i dont expect any answers or any lovercraftian creature or anything

meanwhile talking about the things that happened in the island, i kinda love the detail of them eating and drinking shit just so they wont float once theyre deep down in the waters

i really love june and it actually hurt me to see the group treating her so badly out of sudden, shes very nice and care so much about them, its really sad how things turned out that way

[aceofbooks]

Everyone, say hi to the Menace (right) and the Violence (left). They figured out how to climb over the pet gate the first day, and I have had to turn to elaborate means to keep them from escaping/generally getting into places they shouldn't (hence the carboard duct taped to my washer). When it comes to food, they are very well mannered; we haven't had a single out-of-the-litter-box accident (though we do like to play with the litter and are learning not to play while the other is using it); and they (mostly) play very nicely; we had our nails clipped on day three (!!) and while squirmy, did not lash out.

You are not imagining things, Violet (aka Vi aka Violence) is substantially smaller than her sister Vonnabelle (aka Vonnie aka Menace), even when not accounting for Vonnie being closer to the camera.

Vonnie got car sick on the car ride home (all over herself and Vi and didn't fully recover until about thirty minutes later) and Vi has extra toes on her front paws that she uses kind of like thumbs (they both have extra toes on all four paws, but only Vi has 'functional' 'thumbs').

[yvonnesrespite]

"Hey there, Vonnie." Even after a hard day of his own work, and even after centuries of avoiding encounters with hospitals, he found it way too easy now to sit in the familiar hospital lobby to greet her at the end of her shift. "How's the most beautiful woman in Linkon?" He says, bobbing his head in greeting to kiss her forehead. He doesn't have to tell her, he knows she knows it, but it's worth it to see the expressions on the other hospital staff's faces.

"Let's get you home, I made food if you want it. Good work today."

Upon hearing the familiar voice of her boyfriend, Yvonne lifts her gaze to meet his. Her world in the workplace – even while she loves her job – fades to monochrome from time to time due to the redundancy of what to expect and her usual duties. Sometimes there’s wild cases and patients that she definitely won’t forget but hey, work is work and it eventually becomes a looped measure in the symphony of life.

“Despite knowing I’m damn beautiful, you still make me blush. The audacity!” She jests and stands on her toes to give him a soft peck on the lips. The couple’s little PDA always earned glances; some were kind and amused, some were undisturbed, and some were disgusted or annoyed. They didn’t care much though. At least, Yvonne didn’t. It’s just her and Jeremiah when they’re together. His presence is her reprieve from her work life.

There was also the one time where some guy did give them shit for literally just sharing a short kiss in public, to which Yvonne responded by looking the guy dead in the eyes and saying, “Yeah, you wish you could pull like this.”

Don’t mess with Yvonne or the ones she loves. You won’t get physically hurt, but you’ll be dragged emotionally. Girlbossed to shame

Then Jeremiah mentions food. If Yvonne wasn’t lightening up earlier, she sure is now. “Food?” She echoes as she starts anticipating the delicious meal that he prepared at home. Oh, how he’s a catch and a keeper. Like a game of uh, baseball? Sports are confusing. Maybe it’s like the plague but not devastating. This is getting worse. Either way, Yvonne’s got a good man that she plans on keeping around for a while, so long as he wants to stay.

“Have I ever told you how much I am head over heels in love with you? Because like, seriously Jerm, you keep winning me over every day, every minute, every second, with all the cute things you do. Literally,”  she pauses and gently brushes a stray curl from his face and says, “you’re like, an eleven out of ten.”

She’s also praying he doesn’t notice the bandage on her finger that she put on at the end of her shift. No need to bring that up. Hahaaaaa-

[trumpets0ng]

242- “Changes”

Beginning / Previously /Next

((Boredum - Tyler the Creator))

For easier reading, please see transcript below the cut:

D: Mind if we steal your girl for a bit?

O: So long as you get her back before the countdown.

W: Do I get a say? *everyone laughs* What’s up?

P: Girl talk in the bathroom!

W: *giggles* What are we 12? Why’s there security up here?

P: Some new exhibit is going up. We were hoping it would be complete for tonight, but no dice. So, the director is “walling it off” for tonight.

D: Sooo… I just told Penny; it’s official. I put in my notice at the clinic…

W: What?! Are you kidding me?!

P: Right?

D: I know, I know…

W: When was this? Wait— when’s your last day?

D: *chuckles* Last Friday and I’m done end of this month.

W: You’re serious!

D: Watcher! You’re worse than Penny!

P: Whatever. *they laugh*

W: Where are you interviewing?

D: I’m not. At least, not yet. Between wedding planning, moving, Dirk selling the San My penthouse—

P&W: What?!

D: *rolls eyes* I know, I know… but that’s my point. There’s too much on my plate right now.

W: What about your wedding planner?

D: *sigh* Yeah… my cousin Vonnie. She’s a good event planner, but this is the biggest thing she’s ever done and it makes me nervous. It shouldn’t, but it does.

P: But she’s been doing it for a while, no?

D: 5 years. But never on this level. I mean we don’t have star-studded events back home. It’s the sticks!

W: Clearly you trust her, or you wouldn’t have hired her.

D: I do… I do. She found the venue, and the caterer. Izzy and Matteo helped her really early on to get her ducks in a row and licensed, so this can be more than a side hustle in the future. They gave her a crash course on NDA’s and purchasing things under her LLC, to protect our privacy. Dirk and I want to keep this paparazzi and press free as possible.

W: That’s fair.

P: But what about afterward? I’m sure she could use the press if this is going to be more than a side hustle.

D: Of course. I just haven’t figured that part out yet.

P: I can make a few calls if you want. I have a friend at MunaLuchi Brides.

W: And I can ask Aunt Gloria for recs.

D: That’d be great, actually. Thank you.

P: We should head back out there before they send a search party. *they laugh*

[phoenix-flamed]

Meet The Mun!

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

Well... To be honest, I don't entirely know. I decided to play the XVI demo when it came out, and at first I was like, "oh no he's hot but he's so dead" when Elwin first showed up. But as soon as the throne room scene started, and he told Clive, "Alright, you can stop licking my boots. Your mother isn't here," I had this intense feeling of, "I need to RP as him." The inspiration just... struck me so unbelievably hard, and I haven't had that happen since like, 2014? Somewhere around there? So I made this blog, the same day, and now here we are!

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Hmm. There are a few subjects that I absolutely won't write, like sexual abuse, CSA, and relations between adults and minors. (Which is one of many reasons why I'm still glaring daggers at XVI's Ultimania book for their listed ages of characters like Anabella and Hanna.) As a general rule of thumb, if it's an intense subject other than those listed above, I'd like to talk and plan it out first, so that all parties are okay with it and no one gets shocking/dark content sprung on them unexpectedly.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

Heeheehee. Horror, actually -- most specifically, psychological horror. The last fandom before this one that I was hardcore devoted to was for Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs. As much as I love angst, fluff, drama, silliness, adventure, fighting(although I am super, super rusty with this one), etc., horror is the sort of dark content that I love. Give me brutality and torture, give me gore, give me body horror, give me psychological terror. Give me the fucked up and the disturbing, and you'll have me doing the M. Bison "Yes! YES!" thing.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇ���ᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

Inspiration, mostly. I try and twist ideas around so that they're at least vaguely plausible in canon, but really it's a matter of inspiration -- if an idea jumps out at me and really resonates with me regarding my muse, then it gets mulled over until it's fleshed out enough to be written as a headcanon.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

Definitely play music. To be honest, I listen to music most of the time as it is, when I'm not talking with people. (And even then, sometimes when I'm on vc, I have music playing very quietly in the background.) It's not an inspiration thing, or anything like that; it's just that music is what keeps me focused. Grounded, I guess, so that my brain doesn't float away and get distracted by 100 different things while running in another 100 different directions all at the same time. It acts as a sort of tether to keep me on track!

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

It depends. Sometimes, inspiration smacks me upside the head with a brick for writing a particular reply. Other times, I have bits and pieces of ideas for various parts of the reply, but I have to sit with it for a while and map it out in my head first, if that makes sense? Then I can actually physically write it out, reread it over and over, and make adjustments as necessary. But much of that is also because I have the awful tendency to overthink constantly...

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Yes! As long as there's chemistry between the two muses, definitely. My favorite thing is when characters grow closer over time, and love grows that way -- but I'm not at all opposed to jumping head-first into the deep end if the chemistry is good enough and the muses just... naturally click.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Vonny! (Thanks, Von Leon, for inspiring my nickname, you depressed sadsack.)

ᴀɢᴇ?

34, going on 35!

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

June 29th. :D

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Burgundy, various shades of blue, lavender!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

I'm predictable; I listen to mostly video game soundtracks, especially Final Fantasy ones. I also really love Miracle of Sound and Aviators, with an actual example of a favorite-favorite song being Aviator's "Blood and Snow". There's also so many others... But we'll be here all night if I name off all of my favorite songs.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

I started watching the remake of "All Quiet On The Western Front", ... but then got distracted. I should finish it...

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Uh. Well, technically, the last show I watched was the first episode of The Last Czars... Yet another thing I meant to watch more of, but got distracted. Aside from that, I've been watching a bunch of Jack Patillo and Matt Bragg streams, if those count?

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Miracle of Sound feat. Aviators, "Let There Be Fire"!

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

I ... don't actually know. Pepperoni pizza, I suppose?

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

It used to be winter because of snow, but now it's summer or fall. I like summer because of the sunshine and hotter temperatures, but hate the storms that come with it. I like fall because while it's cooler, there are significantly less storms... (Can you tell I'm terrified of storms?)

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

There are a few! In addition to one of my RL partners, I won't name any names but some of these friends have also been there for me through some serious bullshit. I'm eternally grateful to have met all of them -- and to have them in my life. I just hope they know who they are, if they see this!

Tagged By: @origami-assassin and @lastflowerpetal -- thank you both!!

Tagging: Everyone who sees this and hasn't already done it! Consider yourself tagged!!!

[denied-enby-fuckbot]

"Isn't this nice, D3M0? Isn't it fun to get out of the apartment for a while and get some fresh air? I just know you're gonna make all sorts of new friends here at the streamer convention. Nod your head. Good toy. See? You're enjoying it already. Ah-ah, don't pull at your leash. I brought the fucking taser in my purse, and I know just how much you hate that before you've been broken in. Nod your head. Good toy, glad you agree. See? Just a bot and its' owner, having a fun time togeth - Oh hi, Sally! Yes, I know, isn't it cute? Drinks later? Oh, you are on! Chat soon, good luck with your panel! Byee~!"

"...Look behind us, toy. Is she gone? Good. Stupid bitch. Thinks just because she has more followers than us 'cause she panders to cis people that she's some sort of primadonna. Fucking chaser-chaser. Even her dress was tacky. Dumb whore. Hope she trips and falls on a fucking - you know what? Toy, I think it's time to reveal the little suprise Veronica whipped up for you last week. Stupid as you are, I assume you've worked out by now that we put a plug in your ass while you were charging - it's the one that starts inflating when i click the remote. Now, I know you know we've already used it before to squeeze your prostate like an industrial press, and I know you're thinking inside that stupid little head of yours that you're safe today because I put that useless little cunt between your legs before we left. But what you don't know is that Veronica figured out how to connect this one to one of your spare prostates, and so now when I click-"

"Oh dear, is someone making a mess down its' legs? Having trouble, toy? Now we can make that useless cunt of yours cream itself on command, without having to even touch it. Haha, look at you go! It's splattering all down your legs and on the ground! Damn, this is fun. I gotta give Vonnie a handjob or something for this, it's amazing. Okay, okay, that's enough - I don't want you emptying your entire tank here. We have a LOT more people to see, and I don't want them to miss out! Come on, toy. Don't make me keep tugging your leash or I'll get the taser out. You can walk it off. Good toy."

remote control orgasms are a personal fave and it's criminal how little robofucking media/porn I see about it! especially to embarass the toy about it, god that's so fucking hot

never thought to do it through a prostate though and maybe also never stopped thinking about how if you take T long enough you can grow prostate tissue from scratch and will definitely not be obsessed with this concept for the foreseeable future, nope, no way at all

UPDATE: T doesn't do that irl, there's sensitivity changes that can happen and prostatic cells develop in other places

[dragoneyes618]

I was tagged by @leseigneurdufeu

Rules: Make a post and list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

It was cold in the mountains.

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The Obscurial was a problem.

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Officially, queens stayed in the nursery most of the time when their kits were very young, being brought food by their mates and sometimes siblings or parents, but Crowfeather had never been the most attentive of mates in the short time they'd been together - he'd been even more distracted than usual of late, which was really saying something - and Nightcloud wanted some fresh air anyway, so she tucked moss around the sleeping Breezekit to keep him warm and went to probe the fresh-kill pile.

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The sky had always called to Vonni.

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Eventually, in between questions about embroidery and painting and magical gifts, they talk about destiny.

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"I hear through the rumor mill that CJ's gotten her license?" Mal asked.

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"Thanks for cooking breakfast for me." Dolores kissed Mariano on the cheek.

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Archie and Mims had befriended each other pretty quickly, once everything had died down. Mims had been wary of Archie at first, what with him being a ghost and all.

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"I'm not telling him. You tell him."

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"Harriet!" The voice was quiet, yet persistent. It found its way inside her dreams like smoke, and slowly dragged her out of their comforting embrace.

Tagging @hannahhook7744 @panthera-tigris-venenata @cleverqueencommander @toaverse @idontliketomatoesleavemealone @kanzakurawrites @shouldwemaybe

[jisokai]

probably been done before but

[charitet]

@charitet; writeblr introduction

hello! my name is tina and i’m a 22-years-old vietnamese american writer and artist

— about me

biromantic ace, enfp/enfj

genre fiction writer, with too many ocs and projects. open to writing any and all genres (with a special love for speculative fiction and horror). member of the wtw network

love writing about chaotic queer characters, large-scale disasters, epic adventures, found families, soulmates (in every sense of the word), and sitcom-style humor

tag game and ask friendly; my about page

will occasionally reblog and talk about nfsw and 18+ themes

other interests: anything relating to the ocean, pathology, virology, forensic science, and body horror

— main projects

the heaven above the sky

status: drafting season 1

genre: apocalyptic sci-fi, action, horror

a novel set in an apocalyptic world, where an ancient alien race has conquered earth and the main cast is humanity's last hope in fighting back. features a darker concept of superheroes, parasitic infection, and dramatic character studies amidst the end of the world

what if we never go home

status: worldbuilding/outlining

genre: military sci-fi, action

the first main series featured in an ever-expanding sci-fi universe. novels set in space, taking place hundreds of years after the heaven above the sky. an ex-traitor sets out to redeem himself and investigate the incident, that killed his entire team seven years ago

the dark ages

status: worldbuilding/outlining

genre: urban fantasy

a series, with five books in total. wyn doesn't realize what world she has accidentally stumbled into, when she witnesses her professor getting attacked by a mysterious hooded figure. that is, until she gets targeted by a hidden order for suddenly being fused to a demon soul she didn't ask for

we were buried in august

status: brainstorming

genre: horror, comedy, tragedy

a speculative fiction tv show with 3 seasons. after the capture of her serial killer father, soonie must now navigate through her newfound freedom; all while dealing with her chaotic brothers, growing feelings for a certain someone in her life, and her ability to see the supernatural

— side projects

(updated on 10/23/24)

autopsy

genre: literary fiction, low fantasy, horror

a novel about messy family dynamics, queer violence, and a forest that constantly watching you. after another death in their town, winona suddenly wakes up with the ability to shapeshift, not realizing the price she must pay to keep it

there's something tragic about you

genre: horror tragedy, drama

a web series with two seasons. vonnie must reconcile with her grief, after finding out about her friends' deaths in a massive murder suicide, that was led by a cult leader

young saints

genre: low fantasy, literary fiction

a contemporary novel about teenagehood, ghosts (or lack thereof), and a town in mourning. just when sheridan thought her remaining high school years couldn't get any worse, she has a run-in with a ghost that no one else can see

exhibition of bones

genre: literary fiction

a contemporary novel about the pain of nostalgia, siblings, and loneliness. a young girl must deal with newfound growing pains, when her older brother finally returns home after five long years

[amber-lucca44]

Welcome to my music moon :3 💖

Or whatever it's just my music journal thingy lol. ♥️

As the header said, I'm Vonnie, a poc transgender woman in her 20s. I'm absolutely obsessed with music, and this blog is just my journal of how I've been enjoying it hehe. 💕

About my ratings:

They are 100% based on how much I enjoyed listening to the song/album, not based on like quality or impact 😗

Anything over 5/10 means I liked it, so 5.5/10 and 7/10 are both good. Below 5/10 means I mostly didn't 😅💔

My average rating of their albums won't be equal to their position on my favorites. I also think of singles, EPs, their most recent work, and just them in general as artists, as well as the impact they might've had on me. Of course I take that into account too, but it wouldn't be fair to place Metallica way lower because of St. Anger yk 😂😭

YES I TAKE RECOMMENDATIONS. 💖

I listen to at least one album on every weekday (usually ♥️)

Tags:

Artist of the Month

Vonnie talks 💕

Vonnie reviews 💕

Vonnie rants 😗

Masterpost (working on those 😭)

Music polls

Music list

Reblog ♥️

Not music

My 100 favorite artists (and their average album rating, working on those) 💖⭐⭐⭐

I'll keep updating this list as long as it's here :3 ❤️

Kendrick Lamar 9.1/10

Alesana 8.9/10

Chvrches 9.3/10

Eyes Set To Kill 9/10

Renee Phoenix 9.5/10

Bring Me The Horizon 8.5/10

From Autumn To Ashes 8.6/10

The Devil Wears Prada 8.2/10

A Day To Remember 8.3/10

Sleeping With Sirens 8.3/10

I See Stars 8.7/10

Escape The Fate 8.6/10

Senses Fail 7.7/10

Nine Inch Nails 8.5/10

Asking Alexandria 8.1/10

Saosin 9.3/10

Funeral For A Friend 8.2/10

Architects 8.2/10

Oceans Ate Alaska 9.2/10

PVRIS 8.8/10

The Number Twelve Looks Like You 8.5/10

Lindsey Stirling 9/10

Blessthefall 8.3/10

Slayer 8/10

Beartooth 8.7/10

Chunk! No, Captain Chunk! 8.5/10

Pearl Jam 8.1/10

Underoath 7.9/10

Hayley Kiyoko 9/10

Fall Out Boy 7.9/10

BTS 8.6/10

Rise Against 8.3/10

Motionless In White 8.4/10

The Used 8.1/10

Avenged Sevenfold 8.5/10

Against The Current 8.8/10

Nirvana 9.2/10

My Chemical Romance 9/10

Pierce The Veil 8.2/10

A Skylit Drive 8.4/10

Emery 8.1/10

From First To Last 8/10

Trivium 8.4/10

Tonight Alive 8.4/10

Lacuna Coil 8.2/10

The Pretty Reckless 8/10

Deftones 8.2/10

OutKast 8/10

Blink-182 7.7/10

Carcass 7.7/10

Miss May I 8.1/10

Slipknot 8.3/10

August Burns Red 8.1/10

Taking Back Sunday 7.8/10

Lamb Of God 8.1/10

Garbage 8.1/10

Nas 6.8/10

You Me At Six 7.7/10

Linkin Park 7.6/10

Parkway Drive 8.1/10

Paramore 8.3/10

Squarepusher 7.3/10

Siouxsie & The Banshees 7.5/10

Janelle Monáe 8.1/10

Metallica 6.9/10

Lorde 8.5/10

Deicide

Meshuggah 8.1/10

glass beach 9/10

Anathema

American Football 8.7/10

Mayday Parade

Taylor Swift

Four Year Strong

Green Day

Against Me!

Anthrax

System Of A Down

Volumes

Sunny Day Real Estate

Bad Religion

Threat Signal

Coheed and Cambria

Run The Jewels

Avril Lavigne

Bury Tomorrow

Suicide Silence

Sum 41

2Pac

Haste The Day 7.7/10

Hatebreed 7.7/10

Alexisonfire 7.6/10

Marina

Iwrestledabearonce

In This Moment

Cannibal Corpse

Aiden

Boys Night Out 7.7/10

Hawthorne Heights

Atreyu 7.7/10

Me on YT and a playlist with my favorite songs!

10/10 albums (so far ♥️)

Artemis (Lindsey Stirling)

Casually Dressed & Deep In Conversation (Funeral For A Friend)

The Cleansing (Suicide Silence)

Disgusting (Beartooth)

The Downward Spiral (Nine Inch Nails)

Every Open Eye (Chvrches)

From Under The Cork Tree (Fall Out Boy)

Let It Enfold You (Senses Fail)

Nevermind (Nirvana)

New Demons (I See Stars)

On Frail Wings of Vanity and Wax (Alesana)

Reach (Eyes Set To Kill)

Reign In Blood (Slayer)

Saosin (Saosin)

Stand Up and Scream (Asking Alexandria)

Steady Damage (Fit For Rivals)

Tell All Your Friends (Taking Back Sunday)

They're Only Chasing Safety (Underoath)

Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge (My Chemical Romance)

To Pimp A Butterfly (Kendrick Lamar)

Too Bad You're Beautiful (From Autumn To Ashes)

[via-infinitx]

r e t r i b u t i o n . noun. ret·​ri·​bu·​tion ˌre-trə-ˈbyü-shən. : punishment imposed (as on a convicted criminal) for purposes of repayment or revenge for the wrong committed.

Independent, low-activity multi-muse blog for a small collection of characters from the Final Fantasy series! Sideblog to phoenix-flamed; Follows and Asks will come from there! Written by Vonny; both mun and muses are 21+ Crossovers are more than welcome, as are all methods of interactions!

Muses | Rules | Tag List

This list is still tentative for right now – I may add more, or take some out, depending on how things go and how much I’m able to actually keep muse for all of these characters!

Characters with a * next to them are entirely experimental.

Final Fantasy X:

High Summoner Braska

Final Fantasy XIV:

Misija Votyasch Ameliance Leveilleur* Menenius sas Lanatus Loghrif the Pastor*

Final Fantasy XVI:

Sleipnir Harbard

[the-zapped-part-timer]

Penn Zerothon Day 11

It's a Colorful Life🌈

My Ramblings: So it's not a big deal that Penn is chatting on the MUHU in front of passersby? Hm, ok. I guess we haven't been told that this is a no-no, I just that it was. I mean, such technology would be crazy to see. Anyways, BROCK AND VONNIE! KISS CAM! Hey Old Man Middleburg, what are you- oh, you wanna watch them make out? Ok...

Poor Penn, he just wanted to make the world a litter better and ends up almost killing Phyllis, who would've known it would be flowers, her weakness (and allergy). Wish someone informed Penn that, but did he really never question the "in case of flowers" button (which is just bombs)? Maybe he could've forgotten? Sashi and Boone know what's up. Three months to recover from that? Damn, Phyllis, you poor thing. I'm surprised she didn't lash out.

So colorism? Right? Is that what's happening in the Yellow Submarine world? Also getting flashbacks to the PSI King's Sensorium, which was also inspired by Yellow Submarine. Both wreck my eyes but I'd rather attend the "Feast of the Senses" than be here. But literally that's what's happening here, colorism or shadism. Throw some "The Sneetches" in there too.

I'm surprised there's no really wacky critters in this world. Just foxes, like Belvedere. Rabbits too, but we don't see them.

Rippen stating his distaste for rhymes is reasonable but, I'm sorry my guy, that's their way of life. He tried to voice them and I love his animation for when he did, his little hand movements.

COLORFUL WILHELM!

Veet much like the touch of the Hue's slowly losing their colors each time a rock is taken. Especially when Penn blushes and you see the color fade from his cheeks, very good.

This really is one of Rippen's better days, huh? Heroes are failing miserably, Larry's off with his fox, and he's been able to keep out of the bickering and obstacles of the two groups. I would have died of laughter or sheer second-hand embarrassment for the Trio as the Hues footballed the last rock into my wacky rocky knocker thing. Or I would go on a hot date with a volcano, good pun. Like he said, he can adapt to well worlds, especially wackier ones. He does have more experience, which helps too.

Rippen is so right to ditch the Drabs, he's tired of your color war. Even Sashi agrees with the idea of ditching, nothing states that they needed help from Hues, just save the rocks. But Penn has a lesson to make here! Penn solves colorism! While Boone still thinks the Hues are better.

How long has Rippen had those full-time villain business cards for? Must be sad just to see those wasting away in your apartment. Also, what does being a full-time villain entail? I don't know if they ever properly explained that. I keep thinking if he wins he gets to rule the world he won in, which maybe also that? But it is more than that, just don't know what.

That is the most Maurice LaMarche that Maurice LaMarche can get in his out of nowhere narration. Like I know he voices a lot of characters in the show, but it hits me everytime when he speaks here and his role in the next episode. Why are the rock eggs now just hatching? Do they do that everytime the need to spread color or something?

Now the ending, at first I thought Rippen was smiling because Larry is crying, we learn later on that he finds crying funny. But no! He's very caring and soft towards Larry! Yes, he did seem uncomfortable with the hug, he still assured him that everything will be alright. Such a randomly wholesome moment!

~The Characters~

Penn Zero: He wanted to make the world a little better, but that might be hard back at home, but hey! He did it here, and everyone is better for it.

Boone Wiseman: Boone, you colorist!

Sashi Kobayashi: Hated every second of being there but behaved very well. I would've committed arson.

Rippen: Almost a win, so close! But the power of newly found friendship beat him. Ok, but seriously, I can't stop thinking about the ending! It would have been so easy for him to blow up at Larry, especially after that failure, but he doesn't! He can be such a soft fellow!

Larry: He's gone for most of the mission to go and ride Belvedere, the bestest boy around! Until he bites Larry. Hopefully he learned his lesson that foxes aren't easy to care for. Foxes arr very different from elephants after all!

Dimension(s): It's bright, colorful and wacky... I would hate it there so much. My eyes would burn and I would murder a hue. Me and Sashi will go on a spree if we're here any longer!

Forms: No thanks to any of these. Rippen is the only one I sort of like, he a giant compared to everyone else and a has funny name, Grayson Drabswatch. Actually, Boone's is good to. He pulls of beards well, just like his dad.

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Larry Manor🐘

My Ramblings: RACE TIME! Me and Penn are part of the scooter squad, who needs bikes? Also why did Sashi need a back-up wrench to sabotage Penn's back-up scoot? I get the joke, it's funny, but still. Either way she could have just used that grappling hook of hers and swing through the town, Spider-Man style.

But Penn has got a trick up his sleeve, big brain time! Why not just stealthy sneak into Rippen's car and hitch a ride? I bet he's done this numerous times before, he's way to confident in that. Larry does have a ride, but it's just so much easier to hitch a ride with Rippen on the way to their other jobs. Don't forget what the Pilot took from us! Poor Rippen must feel insane randomly hearing Penn's voice, don't do that to the poor old man!

Oh, Sashi tries to swing spider style but the mere idea of a flying shark catches her attention and she hits a pole. Same. My dad used to just say: "Look a distraction!" That always git me as a kid.

Boone's right, it's not about winning, it's about stealing form your opponent's backpack! I would do that. Pickled chubfish? I get why he would eat that, fish makes you smarter according to him... but would that even taste good? Doesn't matter, Phyllis ate the cupcake with the wrapper on, go queen.

MY GOD RIPPEN! The Trio wasn't the only ones racing but wow. They're in the same car and Rippen just hits another (empty) car from the sheer adrenaline like he's racing someone far behind him, slides over his hood, and he freaking tries to slam the Larry's door while he's opening it! Poor Larry has to put up with his ass.

I adore the concept for the episode. No power, no mission! So what will they do for the day? Go to Larry's place of course! Well, everyone doesn't want to at first, I mean, it's kind of weird to be invited by your principal to his place. But we get the sad realization that no one has come to his place, not even for any if his probably awesome parties. Rippen, Boone and Sashi don't give a fuck. I'm surprised that Boone doesn't wanna go. But Penn has a heart and why not? What are your going to do? Literally anything else? Nah.

Now we get to learn that Larry is loaded as hell by winning 32 lotteries. How? By buying the winning tickets, silly. It's that simple.

LITTLE PIECE OF LARRY GIFT SHOP, WE GOT:

Larry T-Shirts

Larry Snowglobes

Larry Mugs

Larry Decorative Plates

Larry Ballons

Larry Lights

Larry Boxing Jester Toy

Larry Toys or Dummys

Copys of A Principal to Live By (his book)

And possibly Larry Keychains? I don't know what those are

And later on we also see a:

Larry Oversized Novelty Hand

Larry Oversized Hat

Larry Back Scratcher (or I guess in this case a butt scratcher)

There's a sale, everything was $10 but now is $6... that's kind of sad.

TONY! THE CUTEST OF BOYS! MY TEACUP ELEPHANT BABY! Also this implies that either Rippen hasn't been here before or that Tony is new addition to Larry's family. Which is just those two.

"I'd rather drown in a pool of balsamic vinegar." That's such a good line, Rippen, and a great eyebrow cock.

Oh, to have a butler who also has a butler. Actually I just want a house. Also, hello Maurice LaMarche- I mean, Fredricks and hello Maria Bamford- I mean, Madame President- I mean Matthews.

Does Larry take the rollercoaster every morning? No wonder he's so wide awake. Also it's called the 32 Express... because he won 32 times.

Phil and Phyllis? Give me that chessboard! I want it so bad! Ah yes, the three means of communication, Penn's MUHU, Sashi's Specs, and Boone's phone... which he left at home. That's funny. Also hey look! He's got a Lazlo Matavaqua poster in his room! So, zapping is on, but no heroes or villains, what to do? Phil and Phyllis will just do it themselves.

The dining room is big and empty, just like the table that has 15 chairs but only 5 are filled. So sad.

We get to hear a bona fide Rippen joke! He got a good one so don't die laughing!

Rippen: What do you call a chef with bananas in his ears? Anything you want. He can't hear you!

Crickets. The joke isn't that funny but his delivery and roaring laughter from his own joke is priceless. Still, Larry didn't even laugh. I liked you joke, buddy. I wish I had that self-confidence when I told a joke.

Anyways, MASTER TONY IS MISSING! Rippen reaction, yes, the elephant. It's so unnecessary to have them say that, but it's funny!

"Why would I want $25 worth of Larry merch?" Why not, Rippen?

Thes dorks, I love them:

Penn: Is little Rippy afraid of a little competishi?

Rippen: Au contraire. Rippy welcomes competishi.

Wow Penn, don't even jump on the idea of helping Larry find Tony? Only when it's a competition and bragging rights? I like Boone and Sashi don't even try, they don't want to be here. Until they see the gaming room.

Why does he have a snake and bat room? So does Old Man Middleburg basically live here? Why is he here? Hmm, quite the mystery.

Remember when Rippen kind of comforted Larry in the last episode? Yeah, he's run dry of softness and niceties by this point.

How did Fredericks figure out that Matthews was behind it? I don't know, but all fingers point to her. A cliche as the butler did it. Rippen looks like such a creeper in those bushes.

Rippen found Tony, he won! That gift certificate that he doesn't want is as good as his! Why would Matthews do such a thing? Again, how did Fredericks know where Tony is? And why does he have Tony's adorable little beanie!? Ah ha! The other butler did it! But why? Because of the pain of being constantly be outdone by someone.

Deus Ex Pickled Chubfish. Was Penn just keeping that in his pocket the whole time? Fredericks probably thought he smelled like pickled death.

Sashi! Why are you tieing up Matthews!? Tony is safe- where did he go!?  Not the snake room that also has bats! Rippen killed a snake with the sheer force of his ass.

It's really depressing to see Rippen almost on the brink of tears about almost losing a competition to a child that doesn't really get him anything, just bragging rights (and a $25 he doesn't want). He's so desperate to have any one-up over Penn and to be proud of finally winning anything. How is he still doing his job? I know what that's like, to do a thankless job. I just recently quit. He wasn't crying, he sounded like he was going to, probably was gonna save that for home.

But oh no! Penn somehow alerted to bats he threw a rock at and attacked him, Tony is in Rippen's grasp now! Rippen is such a big kid sometimes.

So how did Phil and Phyllis' mission go? Phyllis rocketed Phill to a sun, no biggie.

Imagine if you will, seeing your nemesis/art teacher gleefully parading around his novelty items, boasting his win (that you gave him) like a spoiled kid and then he scratches his ass with a back scratcher right in front of you. How would you feel?

It enjoyed how they tied the butlers, and Penn and Rippen all together. Symmetry, my dear. Symmetry. I wanna see more of these two butlers relationship and to see Matthews carry Fredericks more, while singing to him.

Looks like Larry gonna have to change the name of the 32 Express to 33 Express! I like to think that after this stressful time of losing your teacup elephant temporarily, he decides to buy a ticket to blow off steam.

~The Characters~

Penn Zero: Just been listening his heart over and over recently, huh. That's sweet to see. He can be easily jerkass (he can be sometimes), but he's just a cool and kind kid, even to his enemies.

Boone Wiseman: Gamer time.

Sashi Kobayashi: Gamer time.

Rippen: The most pathetic and desperate man know to the multiverse.

Larry: He's got a giant manor, a zoo, a gift shop with his face on everything, a rollcoaster, two butlers, a gaming room, a snake and bat room, a greenhouse and the cutest elephant in the world! What doesn't he have!? More friends...

[reneesbooks]

Happy STS! Do your characters swear? How often? Why or why not?

hello love ❤️

Maura: swearing is unbecoming of a queen. she never swears but has been known to drop the occasional choice word at certain moments

Keelan: doesn’t really swear but doesn’t think about it much. swears more as he gets older and more worn out but still mainly saves it for the special occasions

Birdie: legally cannot say fuck

Jack: was raised on the streets and will cuss you out as a form of greeting

Arthur: was raised by nuns and very rarely swears. Jack is keeping a tally

Vonnie: insists that she doesn’t swear, only “seasons her language well”. will also cuss you out as a form of greeting

[anotherwvba]

An Origin Story pt. 1

Two days after the Minor Circuit Fight Night and the history-making fight between Niki Binary and Cutie Hondo, WVBA Headquarters was still buzzing. The monitors in the lobby replayed highlights from the weekend’s card and displayed results on a lower third ticker…

Women’s Circuit Preview: Cutie Hondo TKO3 Niki Binary… Narcis Prince TKO2 Glass Joe… Piston Hondo KO2 Mad Clown… Minor Circuit Championship: Bald Bull (c) KO2 Disco Kid…

Nicole Gordon, Niki Binary herself, was behind the receptionist’s desk. Dressed in a smart business casual outfit, she was answering the phone when one of the WVBA’s Minor Circuit fighters came through the door.

“WVBA Headquarters, this is Nicole, how may I assist you today?”

José Vasse, better known as Glass Joe, approached the desk and smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling with recognition, "Ah, bonjour, Niki Binary!"

Nicole smiled and held up a finger, “Yes, sir, I’ll transfer your call. Please hold.” After tapping a few buttons on the phone, she looked back to Joe, “Hello, José, but when the gloves are off, it’s Nicole.” She tapped her name tag.

"Ah, pardon, Nicole. Um… where is Vonnie? She usually mans the desk."

"Vonnie's out sick today," Nicole explained, "and since I was the only one in I.T. that looked presentable, I got drafted."

José chuckled. "Ah, a woman of many talents and, I must say, you look très magnifique.  Congratulations on your fight, by the way. It was quite the spectacle."

Nicole raised an eyebrow. "Congratulations? I lost, you know."

José leaned on the counter, his expression turning serious. "Ah, but you see, it is not always about winning or losing. It is about the fight itself, the spirit you show, the lessons you learn. I have learned more about myself in my twenty fights, twenty losses, than most people will ever learn.."

"Thank you, José. That means a lot," Nicole said, touched by his words. "I did give it my all, and I learned so much from fighting Cutie."

Just then, the phone rang, and Nicole picked it up. "WVBA Headquarters, this is Nicole. How may I assist you today?" As she listened to the caller, the door opened again, and in walked Cutie Hondo, gym bag slung over her shoulder.

Cutie caught sight of Nicole behind the desk and couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, this is just wrong. You lose your first fight, and they stick you on the front desk?"

Nicole hung up the phone and grinned. "Yeah, my punishment for not being able to hit you with the ‘System Crash.’"

Cutie grinned. "Well, you'll get another chance. But first, they need to fill those six spots left in the Women's Circuit Tournament."

José, who had been listening intently, joined in. "Ah, yes, the tournament. Any ideas on who might fill those spots?"

"I've heard that Mac's girlfriend, Alice, has been training," Nicole said, her hands dancing across the keyboard.

Cutie’s eyes twinkled mischievously, "Yeah, but rumor has it that Mac doesn’t know."

Nicole’s eyes widened, “Seriously?”

“Girl, he’d flip is tank top if he found out,” Cutie chuckled.

José chuckled. "Ah, the secrets we keep for love. What about Sandman's sisters, Sahara and Nanshe?"

“Oh God, I’d hate to fight Nanshe,” Nicole sighed. “She’s dominated Majestic Boxing for a year, as in undefeated, undisputed champion.”

“Yeah,” Cutie said as she adjusted her gym bag on her shoulder. “I bet it’s just like fighting her dad, just with a sports bra.”

“I’ve seen Sahara fight,” Glass Joe spoke up. “She is une frimeuse. How you say? A show-off. I think maybe she’s a bit too arrogant for her her own good.

"Maybe, but she can back it up," Cutie added.

Nicole leaned back in her chair. "Well, whoever they are, they better be ready. Because next time, Cutie, I'm not going down so easily."

Cutie grinned. "Is that a promise or a threat?"

"A little bit of both," Nicole retorted, her eyes meeting Cutie's in a playful challenge.

José laughed. "Ah, the fire of competition. It is a beautiful thing."

Cutie picked up her gym bag. "So, Nicole, will I see you in the gym later?"

"Absolutely," Nicole replied. "I'll be off at 3 pm, a couple of hours early as a thank-you for filling in here. So, you better be ready."

Cutie winked. "I was born ready."

Nicole reached under the desk and pressed a button, buzzing them through to the gym. "Alright, you two, go on. Show the gym what you're made of."

José tipped his hat. "Merci, Nicole. Until later."

Cutie gave Nicole a quick hug. "See you in the ring, Niki."

As the door closed behind them, Nicole couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. With a smile, she picked up the phone for the next call, already looking forward to the challenges and opportunities, friends and opponents, that lay ahead.