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theshippirate22 · 24 days

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Lyn was having a shitty day as it was.

There’s something neither glamorous nor sustainable about whatever sort of endless cycle she was in of getting up before 6, going to school all day, working at Willablues until 10, and then doing homework until passing out at 2 or 3, only to repeat it all the next day. Not to mention all the regular high school bullshit she was putting up with, and the stuff with fucking Brandon... at least she could count on Willablues to be exactly the way Willablues always was.

She downed some Advil in the parking lot and hoped desperately that Hunter would be in a good enough mood to buy her a Monster.

The fluorescent lights were insufferable. Her boots squeaked on the grimy tiles all the way back to the pharmacy. She paused to see if she could see Livy, but there was no sign of her.

Kelly opened the door at her knock and mumbled quickly, “Keep your head down,” which was enough to get a sudden assessment of whatever was going on behind the counter.

Lyn set her stuff on the counter, acknowledging Caleb and Rich with half-hearted congeniality. She adjusted her bow, taking extra care before she faced Hunter.

He was standing in the back with the phone pinned against his shoulder, counting metformin- or at least trying to but instead just sort of waving the spatula around with the inflection of what he was saying- stretching the cord out halfway across the filling counter.

He had the voice, the detached, empty sort of voice Hunter got when his temper was particularly volatile, and she was quite sure whoever he was talking to would at least need to hesitate before getting the courage to ever call a Willablues again.

She stepped over to the stack of leaflets on the counter and silently went to start filling, startling when Hunter’s spatula slapped audibly against the back of her hand. She looked over in vexed shock, rubbing at the spot where it struck, although it didn’t hurt more than surprise her.

Hunter didn’t look at her, instead tapping the tip of the spatula against a different stack of leaflets.

She reached for the top one tentatively, almost afraid she’d get hit again, but he let her take it. She made a frustrated noise deep enough in her throat that he wouldn’t hear it and went to get the Warfarin requested on the bottom corner.

Caleb noticed the exchange and smiled sadly in solidarity as she brushed past him. She shrugged.

Kelly’s advice proved the best of the evening. Keep your head down, Lyn repeated to herself over and over again. Hunter’s ever-present aura had gone toxic, filling up the whole store with some Agent Orange Adjacent feeling that couldn’t be escaped.

Keep your head down.

Lyn didn’t ask for help. She didn’t try to make small talk. She didn’t let a lull in customers giver the opportunity to fuck around with Kelly. For the most part, if she had questions, she would bug Caleb and Rich, and they were all the happier to answer, sans the time Hunter had gotten to her first and yanked the card from her hand to get it in the system before she’d even finished her sentence. It made her stomach hurt.

She was halfway through emptying Rich’s bins of verified and bagged prescriptions when a man came up to the register. “Give me just a sec,” she murmured absently, finishing sorting the bags into their assigned bins the exact way Hunter did it and no one else. When she finally finished, she nodded satisfactorily and turned back to the register.

“Hey! How can I-“ Lyn looked up from the keyboard and into the barrel of a gun. “Oh God.”

It was concealed inside his jacket, so no one could see it but her. The man didn’t give his name but smiled congenially, as if he wasn’t actively threatening to blow her brain out. “Hi. I’m here to pick up some oxycodone.”

“Right,” she mumbled, oxygen to her head cutting out suddenly and every bit of it expelled from her lungs. “I’m… I’m just an intern. Let me… let me get someone who can help you.”

She took a shaky step back, horrified that she might trip over her own feet.

“Stay where I can see you,” he amended, smiling still.

“Right,” She looked to the back desperately, hoping that someone might notice the shakiness in her voice. She didn’t even know what to do in this sort of thing. It was like her brain had shut off entirely and the only solution she could come up with was the one she wanted the least.

“Hunter…?”

She couldn’t see him from where he stood, back at the filling counter, but he didn’t answer.

“Hunter,” she tried again, just a bit louder. “Hunter.”

Rich looked up but seemed to acknowledge that it was Hunter’s attention she wanted and called his name another time for her.

“HUNTER!” Lyn gasped.

“FUCK!” Hunter threw his spatula to the counter with a loud clatter. “What, Lyn? What the fuck do you need?”

“Come here please,” she mumbled.

Hunter came to her, rubbing his face beneath his glasses in exasperation. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” she murmured earnestly.

He must’ve noticed the distress in her demeanor because the annoyance shifted to something else negative but unreadable. He looked toward the patient, eyes getting helplessly wide at the weapon now pointed right at him.

“Oh,” he mumbled dumbly. There was a moment as he looked around, clearly thinking of some solution.

“Lyn, get behind me,” he said finally.

It happened naturally. She stepped back at the same moment he stepped around her so they could properly switch places.

“What do you want?” Hunter asked levelly.

“Oxycodone.”

“Yeah. Okay. Lyn, there’s some on the shelves over by the file drawers. On the other side of the sink. Do you know where I mean?”

Lyn looked where he directed, to the place that Oxycodone very much was not. “Yeah,” she said softly.

“It’s in the safe, isn’t it?” asked the man. “It will take a minute to fill, won’t it?”

Hunter nodded quickly, understanding the significance. “Rich already got it out. I just filled some. It’s on the counter.”

“Should I get it?”

“Yes. It’s just where I told you. Other side of the sink.”

Lyn was trembling. She walked carefully, so she didn’t positively faint, and she didn’t think, so the positively didn’t cry. There was no Oxycodone by the sink. There had never been Oxycodone by the sink. When she looked over to the filling counter, she could see a bottle of Oxycodone that was out.

Regardless, Hunter had been too insistent in his instructions, especially wrong instructions, to ignore them. Clearly, he knew something that she didn’t.

She climbed over a warfarin bucket and pushed some cardboard boxes out of the way to look around the cabinet by the sink, exactly as Hunter had said. At first, she couldn’t see anything. The only thing they kept back there was the boxes of files required by the DEA. She never had any reason to go over there or to touch any of it; hardly anyone did, not even Missy.

Still, she looked for what he might be talking about. She didn’t dare risk a glance back at him, although she wasn’t sure if that was because it would harm her courage or his.

She didn’t find anything, and in a last-ditch effort to not get shot, she groped blindly along the edge of the cabinet until she caught something.

Oh! Oh! There was something there. A little metal circle, and right in the middle of it, a smaller, quarter-sized plastic circle. A button.

She pressed it.

Nothing happened immediately. There were no sirens that went off or red lights flashing, like she thought might happen.

Hunter, who had been babbling nervously, paused only a second, then continued on. Caleb, turned from the window to look at her, then looked back over his shoulder at the man at the counter, and immediately hit the monitor off.

Rich’s computer- the one she could see from her place behind the shelves and unfortunately, the slowest and most lag-prone computer in the pharmacy- finally reacted. A red ribbon danced along the top of the screen, and everything locked suddenly to a sad gray screen with a warning she couldn’t read presented upon it.

And right above it, was a five-minute countdown that had only made it to 4:53.

She climbed out of the storage pile, walking deliberately to the filling counter and looked where the Oxycodone was meant to be. It was better to give it up than get shot, her teachers had said. Give them what they want. She checked the bottles on the counter. The Adderall was out, and some pentobarbital, but no Oxycodone. She swallowed thickly.

“I can’t find it,” Lyn called to Hunter. “Are you sure you didn’t use the whole bottle?”

She kept her voice as level as she could and going over to him. It was bad enough that she’d gotten him right there stalling at gunpoint, she wasn’t going to make him suffer it alone.

The countdown on Hunter’s computer was at 4:17.

“You’re right,” he nodded again. “The bottle was almost out, wasn’t it? I did use the rest of it. What would I do without you? Rich, can you get me some Percocet 10’s from the safe?”

“Oxycodone,” the gunman interrupted.

“Same thing,” Hunter mumbled absently.

3:38.

“Yeah,” Rich said, not really moving. He just stood there.

Kelly came up from the back. She peered around Rich, the same white shade that Lyn was sure she herself was. Her hands were shaking, and she looked desperately like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

She startled Rich, when he realized she was there, and shocked him back into moving, quickly getting to the safe and punching in the code. The noise of the keypad was deafening in the eerie stillness of everyone present.

2:57.

“The safe won’t open for five minutes,” Rich said.

Hunter relayed this.

“I’ll wait,” said the gunman.

The drive through chime chirped angrily. Caleb reached for the phone slowly, resting it back on the cradle, like that would help them somehow.

2:26.

“What does that mean?” Lyn wanted to ask. “Two minutes, twenty seconds until what?” Instead, she did whatever she could not to breathe. She was pretty sure she knew anyway. Or at least hoped. Let it be two minutes until the cops show up.

The next minute was the longest minute of her life. Her arms ached from where she held them, too afraid to rest them at her sides and draw attention back onto her.

The chime went off again and again, seemingly getting more and more impatient, the way it does when a big truck rests on the sensor. With each one, it seemed to get deeper and more macabre, like haunted some prelude to dies irae.

A woman came up to the counter just behind the gunman. It was clear she hadn’t noticed what was happening, trying to get a show to work for her sticky toddler.

“Fuck,” Hunter mumbled.

“Ma’am,” Lyn dared. “We’re about to go on break. We can’t help you right now, you’ll have to come back.”

She looked up, shoulders huffing in exasperation. “What?! Your lunch is at 1:30! I checked the website.”

“We have some extenuating circumstances,” Caleb offered.

The countdown was at 0:59.

“Ma’am,” Hunter persisted. “You really want to come back later.”

She groaned in frustration, spitting back an “Okay, fine,” before taking her son by the hand and heading back through the store.

0:43.

Lyn was just behind Hunter, so the gunman couldn’t really see her, but knew where she was. She used the blind spot to get Kelly’s attention, glancing deliberately at the countdown to get across her question.

Kelly held the answer up on her fingers.

911

0:28.

Lyn could hear sirens. The wailing was getting closer and louder with every second, and Hunter twitched impatiently.

They were so close. No one had been shot, nothing had been handed over the counter, if they could just...

The gunman could hear the sirens too. He looked away for just a minute, and back toward the front doors of the stores and the wall of windows lit up with flashing blue and red.

Hunter moved before anyone. He shifted to grab Lyn by the shoulders, daring to turn his back on the shooter long enough to throw her to the ground.

In a matter of milliseconds, the gunman whipped back around, pulling the gun from the confines of his shirt and firing it off against where the pair had been standing just seconds before.

Lyn’s head hit the floor and bounced, so hard her sight flashed white with pain. Hunter’s whole hulking frame landed right on top of her and knocked every bit of air from her chest so she couldn’t so much as scream. Kelly screamed instead and leapt beneath the counter and Caleb dropped to his knees.

The bullet ricocheted off the bins and burrowed into the wood of the cabinet just next to the till. Plastic shattered at the impact and went flying off in shards. The prescription at the front of the bin was cracked and little white pills came spilling from the torn bag and clattered silently against the floor.

Lyn closed her eyes as tight as she could, tears finally making it to her, and tried to remember to breathe, overly aware of every inch of Hunter’s shaking body holding her down.

There was screaming, and fighting, and more roaring sirens, and an overall ridiculous amount of noise that Lyn could barely hear through her pounding pulse. The cops had gotten in, it seemed, and things were getting sorted, and she was going to leave that up to them.

Hunter lifted his head from her stomach, elbows braced on either side of her hips so his hands could link behind his neck. He asked, “Are you okay?” but the chaos stole the sound.

“I’m scared,” Lyn whispered.

“Yeah,” he said. “Me too.”

Lyn blinked heavily. Her head lolled to the side exhaustedly and rested against Hunter’s warm shoulder.

He tipped his head against hers.

She crossed her ankles and watched her feet swing over the asphalt, disappear under the ambulance, and come back again. The pattern was good; easy to watch and low energy.

The EMTs said she had a concussion. She really wasn’t prepared to get body-slammed, and her head had taken most of the fall. Hunter, thank God, hadn’t seemed to torn up about it. Surely, he recognized a concussion was better than a gunshot wound.

He was okay, for the most part. The EMT had joked that Lyn had been a good landing.

Kelly and Caleb and Rich were in different ambulance bays, so she didn’t know what was happening with them. They had tried to take Hunter with them but something, whether it was her doing or his, had convinced them to keep them together, and she was immensely glad of it.

Hunter was a jerk, nine times out of ten, but it could be counted on. He was constant. Consistent. Stable. The world was spinning around her, and she could grab Hunter and find some sort of balance.

“Don’t go to sleep,” he whispered. “’s bad for your head.”

“That’s a myth,” she mumbled back. “’s fine.”

“I don’t think so.”

“It is. I write about concussions all the time; I would know this.”

“Okay.”

He must’ve been tired, not to keep arguing that he was right. Instead, he muttered, “I should go check on Kelly.”

Part of Lyn wanted desperately to protest, afraid that without him to lean on, she’d fall right out of the ambulance and face-down on the road, but the other piece of her knew he would never be satisfied until he had talked to Kelly, and probably Caleb while he was at it, and the two of them deserved a little bit of Hunter’s composure too.

She sighed and lifted her head. “Please come back.”

“I will.”

He wadded up the shock blanket at he pushed himself to his feet and it slipped from his shoulders and set it next to her. He patted it awkwardly, then her leg, forcing a meant-to-seem reassuring smile. She returned it weakly.

Hunter may have been gone for minutes, or hours, or just seconds, and she would never be sure. She swung her ankles and hummed to herself and tried very hard not to think about the way her hands shook at the sight of a gun.

“Dylan!”

She blinked slowly again, trying to find the caller. She knew who it was, would know the voice in death especially paired with her full name, and leaned forward a little to find her.

“Mom!”

Her mother took hold of her, pulling her face into her chest and holding it there like it would protect her from everything, sobbing all the while about “How worried she’d been!” and “Thank heavens, you’re alive!” and “You’re never going back!” among other things. Lyn nodded softly, nearly falling asleep against the softness of her shirt and the familiarity of the smell. She felt very much like a small child again and wanted someone to carry her to bed.

“Are you okay?” Her dad asked, somehow appearing behind her mom, and all Lyn could think of for a moment was how different the question looked on his mouth than it had on Hunter’s.

Eventually, she realized it was a question and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. ‘m sleepy.”

“I just can’t believe... of all the pharmacies in the world!”

“I think I need to talk to the police,” Lyn said, the thought having just occurred to her because she couldn’t follow her mother’s train of thought. “They’re gonna interrogate me, right?”

“No, you’re not the criminal,” Her dad corrected. “You’ll have to give a statement. I’ll ask about it.”

“Okay,” she agreed, not comprehending what it meant, except that she didn’t need to worry about it anymore.

“What did the EMTs say? What’s hurt? What have you taken?”

“Concussion,” she echoed absently. “Tylenol. No NSAIDs.”

“Concussion! How did you get a concussion?! Did he hit you?!”

“Hunter did it,” she said simply.

“What?!”

Lyn didn’t recognize what was wrong until she realized the context- or lack thereof- of the statement. She relayed what happened, in very short, very simple sentences.

“I told you he was a good friend,” she concluded after a minute, even though her mother had never doubted the fact. It felt nice to confirm it aloud anyway.

She blinked some more, all sluggish and robotic, until finally she opened her eyes, and Hunter was back.

“Hi!”

“Hey,” he muttered, smoothing back her hair. “How’s it going?”

She shrugged. “Basic day in the shitshow. At least I didn’t have to put Select Health on something.”

He smiled despite himself.

“Mom, this is... this is Hunter.”

“Oh!” She cried, instantly grabbing him and nearly crushing him in a hug. “Oh, thank you!”

He looked at Lyn, eyes all wide with panic, and she giggled that he was more expressive about that than the actual firearm.

“I really can’t thank you enough. If something had happened to her! Oh, I can’t even think about it.”

“She’s a little bruised up,” he admitted sheepishly. “I, uh, didn’t think that one through completely.”

“’s okay,” Lyn mumbled. “I’m okay.”

“They said you can go home. I’ll throw you a bone and let you leave early.”

She giggled again- that was the only way to explain the strange, giddy sound that came from her mouth. “What about... everybody else? Who’s gonna finish deletes?”

“We’re closing the pharmacy for the rest of the day. Everybody’s going home. But I’ll leave the deletes out until you can come back and finish them.” It was clear that he was teasing, but she found comfort in it anyway.

“Okay.”

Kelly, accompanied by her parents, was getting into a car. Caleb’s wife came running through the parking lot for him. No one came for Hunter.

“What are you gonna do? Is your sister coming?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, my sister’s coming.”

“I can’t tell if you're lying.”

He chuckled. “I’ll be fine, Lyn.”

She frowned; eyebrows knit together. “My head hurts really bad, which is the only reason I don’t argue with you about it. Just promise me you won’t drive home.”

“I won’t. Promise,” He mumbled earnestly.

She examined his face for any trace of a lie, finally reaching over to pat his cheek in confirmation. “Okay. Be safe.”

Lyn jumped from the ambulance bay and started walking, somewhat shakily toward her father, who was deep in conversation with an officer. She still had to give her statement, which must’ve been why she ended up standing there a good deal longer.

Hunter watched for just a minute, finally ducking out between ambulances to where his car was still sitting. It was cold when he got in, even though it wasn’t that cold at all, and it sounded strange when he turned it on. His hand rested against the gearshift, as if he was ready to shift it to Drive, but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to do it.

He promised.

The phone was heavy in his hand, and his head was heavy in exhaustion. He leaned his head against the steering wheel and called.

“Hunter...?

“Hey, yeah, it’s me. I’m... can you...” he sighed. “I’m at Willablues. Can you come get me?”

“Yeah... did something happen? Are you okay?”

“There was... an incident. I’m not clear to drive.”

“Yeah, I’ll come. You sure you’re okay?”

Hunter hung up before she could hound him to answer.

#willablues #here you go theo eat this up #lmao #fic #ocs

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inexplicifics · 1 year

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hey inex!!! greetings from kansas city!! i just want you to know how much i love your writing. i reread the AWAU on a regular basis, lol. i was just wondering if there was any updates on the aiden/sasha fic??

Hello in Kansas City! (I'm guessing it's the one in Kansas?)

I am so glad you like my fic! The Aiden/Sasha fic is at 66K and counting, but I think we're in the home stretch. Have a tiny snippet!

Livi hums. “So, Cat-madness is not the same as - as when your eyes were black?”

Dragonfly blinks. “What? No, that was - I was toxic, not Cat-mad. Still damn stupid of me to come looking for you, since people tend to run away when they see us like that, but not the same thing at all.”

“Toxic?” Sasha asks, giving Aiden a worried look.

“Um,” Aiden says. “So you know how we can drink poison.”

“Yes, I eat with the Manticores regularly,” Sasha says, very dryly. Dragonfly barks a laugh.

#questions answered #fan map #accidental warlord au #aiden #aleksander of velen

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emails-i-cant-send · 2 years

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wait what’s happening w joshua basset

Ok so this is kinda of old news but there was a resurgence after the grammys, basically olivia rodrigo dropped her music and people created drama saying that it was about joshua and Sabrina Carpenter. Livies (Olivia's fans) decided to be horrible toward them both and make up stuff and send them death threats... they decided to sl*t shamed sabrina carpenter and send hate to the point where she had to turn off her Instagram comments. And then with joshua bassett... it was just horrible, he came out and people either said he was queerbaiting or decidedto be homophobic, he spoke up about his childhood sexual abuse and people decided to mock him for it. He spoke about how he was hospitalized because of the enormous amount of hate and toxicity and people decided to mock! Him! For! It! All because this irresponsible girl decided to release an album. All of this happened and olivia sat there and profited of their suffering.

#I kinda want to let this die but a lot of my mutuals are or fans #Give up these diamonds to you #Chaoticsunshines #Joshua bassett #Olivia rodrigo #anti olivia rodrigo #Anti livies

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oliviamaes · 1 year

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* — ✺ 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧' 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ; an introduction to olivia mae andrews.

ESTABLISHED in 1990; Olivia is a pretty nice girl all things considered. She can be brash and uncouth when she feels backed into a corner, but that's a side of her that's more or less exclusively reserved for her mother. She's loyal and the type of person who'll answer your 3 AM phone calls. In all honesty, she's just a very genuine, pleasant person to be around. She's always trying to see the best in everyone and she likes to believe that people are good.

BASICS!

nickname(s): ollie, liv, livie age: thirty-two date of birth: august 31, 1990 zodiac sign: leo gender/pronouns: cis woman sexual orientation: bisexual romantic orientation: biromantic residence: fairford, washingston (mountainside) occupation: bookseller at the book nook

BASICS!

BACKGROUND!

Trigger warning(s): mentions of having a toxic parent, cheating, parental death

Olivia was born into a wealthy family of charming hospitality and picture perfect smiles, the little princess in the small family of five until her little sister came into the world. Demoted to the dreaded middle child, Olivia quickly learned the ropes when it came to getting her parents' attention: all she had to do was to scream the loudest and push their buttons until they acknowledged her, a less than flattering behavior that never really went away as she grew up and matured.

As a kid, she was constantly on her feet - her sociability and curiosity to try new things meant she went through activities like guys go through Kleenex; she tried dancing (the poor girl had two left feet), softball (you're supposed to hit the ball with the bat?) and even enjoyed a brief stunt as an equestrian before she experienced a traumatizing encounter with horse ordure. It shouldn't come as a surprise that the blonde's strive to find something that she could call hers repeatedly ended in frustration and disappointment; by the time she'd entered her teens, she'd stopped trying in light of the never ending feeble attempts.

High school was an interesting period in her life. Coming from money and having looks on her side was a winning concept as far as popularity went, and she was a part of the upper tier of the Fairford High School hierarchy. However, 'always the bridesmaid, never the bride' was a self-fulfilling prophecy as she was second or third to the Queen B and lost out on the cheer captain title three years in a row (not to mention the prom queen nomination that almost landed her the title). She had more than many others could even dream of but that was never enough - not to herself nor her mother, who'd been reduced to a devil on her shoulder with her thinly veiled criticism.

Attention and positive reinforcement was her kryptonite, and when boys and girls started to hit on her with shitty pick-up lines and disgustingly confident grins plastered on their faces, Olivia fell for it hook, line, and sinker. Eventually the only time she felt genuinely appreciated was between the sheets or in the backseat of a car, and she kept chasing the high it gave her. Before long, her sexuality had become her main attraction and the only thing she thought she had to offer to the world. Not to say that she didn't enjoy the sex part of it, but it was very clear that the main catalyst behind her promiscuity were the sweet words and compliments that came along with it.

After high school, she moved to New York City to attend NYU. She needed to get away from Fairford, if only for a while, and college was her ticket out of the town she called home for so long, despite having little to no interest in pursuing a higher education. It didn't come as a huge surprise when she dropped out after the first semester and instead set her sights on becoming a star. She attended acting classes and did test shoots for several agencies which lead to a short-lived acting career, consisting mostly of "girl #3" credits and only the occasional speaking role until she landed a recurring guest role on a popular sitcom. At that point, she thought it'd be the start of something great, but beyond a few episodes here and there of various television series and a few roles in minor indie horror movies (where she almost always died within the first 30 minutes), the job offers were sparse. Four years of minor work took its toll on her interest in acting. When the enthusiasm and passion dissipated, she packed her bags and moved back to Fairford with a bruised ego and no immediate plans for the future.

Her dad set her up with an internship at his office to make sure that she didn't remain unemployed for long. During this time, she hit it off with his personal assistant and their instant chemistry turned into torturous sexual tension, hindered only by the ring on the other woman's finger. Getting involved with someone who was taken had never been her style; she was not a homewrecker, but the other woman made it difficult to resist the tension that haunted them every time they were in a room together. When it become too hard to resist temptation, they both let their guards down and fell into a habit of sleeping together, Olivia's conscience ridden with guilt every time she thought about the marriage she was most definitely putting cracks into. Because of their close proximity to each other, Olivia decided to quit her internship and picked up a part-time job at The Book Nook, selling books as her source of income.

The recent death of her father has sent her into a downward spiral. He was the solid foundation in her life and the only person that made Fairford feel like home; the struggles between her mother and her had been alleviated by his presence and now that he's gone, Olivia is finding it difficult to cope. Meanwhile, the person she seeks comfort from is the woman who worked the closest with her dad, and slowly but surely she's starting to realize that it's more than just sex that makes her come back.

RELATIONSHIPS!

ELLIOT ANDREWS, FATHER - They were very close. He made Olivia feel safe and secure. Olivia’s father was her rock. Without him now, she feels like she has nothing. Olivia was a daddy’s girl at heart and would have done anything for the man.

LILLIANE ANDREWS, MOTHER - Her least favorite person in the world. I touched on it briefly in Olivia's bio, but she doesn't have the greatest relationship with her mother. Lilliane expected Olivia to be the perfect-picture daughter she always wanted. Everything in her mother's perfect little life, and when Olivia couldn’t reach the standards her mother set, she was criticized and belittled. She no longer speaks to her mother due to the fact that the pressure she put her under caused her to suffer from anxiety attacks. Olivia’s currently looking for a good therapist since she’s still dealing with the impact of her words and the expectations she set for her.

SIBLINGS - Her brothers and sister are one of the best things to ever happen to her. She’s much older than her sister, ten years, at least. But her brothers are only a couple of years older than her. She looks back fondly on the all the memories and drama that came with having siblings as a child. With her sister, she loves spilling out advice and spending time with her as her sister gets older. Her siblings are her favorite people.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

CLOSE FRIEND - Something very fluffy! They meet and hit it off right away, or not. Maybe it takes them a little longer to get comfortable around each other. They play stupid board games, cook/bake together (even if it may turn out terrible). Laugh at each others stupid and corny jokes.

BOOK CLUB BUDS - As an employee of a bookstore, she wants to start a book club. She's currently looking for members so if you've got a muse that reads, sends them my way!

LEFT BRAIN, RIGHT BRAIN - Olivia's other half. The two couldn’t be more different regarding their behavior and interests, but they somehow make it work. They don’t fight often, either, even if they aren’t the same in the slightest. The one thing they have in common is how much they adore the other’s existence.

TRIO - Like a troublesome trio. The three are always seen with at least one another. You can call them Charlie’s Angels, Destiny’s Child, or Phoebe, Rachel, and Monica from Friends. Something that resembles the friendships of the bold type and someone great.

BAD BLOOD - Olivia doesn’t have many enemies, but there is always someone out there in the world that will get on her nerves. This person makes her want to gouge her eyes out with a fork. Right off the bat, these two bumped heads, arguing about petty things like favorite TV shows and favorite foods. Perhaps it’s because they’re both natural born leaders and can’t seem to reach an agreement, or perhaps it’s because they remind each other a little too much of themselves. Either way, nobody understands their dislike of one another.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS - They’ve been best friends since childhood and know everything about the other. They have a sibling bond, are overprotective of one another and almost attached at the hip. This person is the reason Olivia even came back to Fairford.

FAMILY FRIENDS - Their parents are really close so they spend quite a lot of time with the other. They used to be much closer, one is trying to rekindle their friendship and the other does not care.

FRIENDS THAT DRIFTED APART - Sadly, this person is no longer in Olivia’s life as much as she’d like them to. The two were once very close, but as their lives began to change their friendship no longer remained as strong as it once was.

THE OTHER WOMAN - Once Olivia started working in her father's office, she met his personal assistant and they hit it off. These two had a mutual agreement to just sleep with each other just to ease the tension, but eventually, they started to indulge in the perks of being friends with benefits by having rendezvous a little more than once. The other woman never made it clear about where they stood, until she mentioned having a spouse. It should've stopped then and there, but Olivia got too attached to them and now wants more than just sex. Olivia knows she should end it, but this person and Olivia talk day in and day out, tell each other everything, and trust one another more than they trust anyone else. They simply think they’re best friends, but as time grows on they slowly realize that the “protective” feeling they feel when one of them talks about another person, isn’t protectiveness at all. It’s jealousy. This is just the beginning of a whirlwind of feelings, and if you’re interested in this, I promise you we’ll have buckets of fun.

I'm honestly open to any kind of connections, whether it's friends, exes, etc.! Hit me up and we'll start something!

MISCELLANEOUS!

Olivia can play the piano, the electric guitar, the acoustic guitar and the drums. She’s currently learning how to play a bass guitar from one of her friends.

She can’t pick a favorite movie to save her life, but when it comes to television shows it’s definitely Grey’s Anatomy. It’s been her favorite show since it first aired, and she watches it every single day - even when the latest season is over, she will binge watch from season one until the new season comes out.

Unless she’s really in the zone, she can get distracted rather easily and by pretty much anything. Whether she’s with someone or alone, she’ll find something to entertain herself and get sidetracked if she’s really not in it.

Olivia loves taking pictures and capturing the essence of a moment in a snapshot. She prints out her favorites to hang up around her room.

Olivia's favorite thing to cook is breakfast foods. She and her father used to do breakfast for dinner whenever they needed a pick-me-up, or had something to celebrate, so breakfast foods have a special place in her heart.

it doesn’t take much for Olivia to get attached to people. Although she has been more careful about wearing her heart on her sleeve, she still does get attached way too easily. She gets invested in her friends’ emotions, treats them like family, and worries about them even if they aren’t thinking of her.

Olivia bites her nails, always. Whenever she doesn’t have acrylic nails on, she’s always biting her nails out of habit. She doesn’t mean to bite them; however, she can seem to stop the bad habit.

Olivia absolutely must read. She has so many books that she wants to finish but she never finds the time to sometimes - so working a shift that's slow definitely gives her time to read.

#fairfordintro #* — ✺ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ; i think i'm burnin' alive but nobody sees the fire.#toxic parent tw #cheating tw #parental death tw #death tw #anxiety tw

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you know what, I'm gonna say it

interviewers, stop bringing up olivia after every five minutes in an interview with conan (as if she's the reason behind his fame and success) challenge.

honestly!

also stop bringing up taylor with olivia. she doesn't talk about taylor anymore because she doesn't just want to be the swiftie who became a singer. the same literal thing will probably happen with conan so he's not just know as liv's bestie. and the toxic livies will attack him like the toxic swifties attacked olivia. LET'S JUST STOP TALKING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE AND FOCUS ON THE PERSON'S SONG MOVIE OR WHATEVER THAT IS COMING OUT OR CAME OUT

#selene didi <33 #conan gray #olivia rodrigo #taylor swift

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the-god-of-nihon · 1 year

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My personal Arc Family headcanon

Jaune grew up in the commune of Airén, in Vale territory; the Arcs used to be minor nobility before the Monarchy was abolished, and willingly gave up most of their status and wealth and moved outside the main kingdom. Nowadays the Arc family runs a vineyard in a well-protected community that's a few days out from the main city. It’s one of the main suppliers of wine for the whole kingdom, with product even being exported to the other kingdoms.

Jaune's father is a bit of a traditional soldier-type, stoic and a bit hard-nosed. But he does try to connect with his kids and do right by them, evidenced by his (albeit misguided) advice Jaune quotes in the early volumes. He's well-meaning but flawed, much like his son. He imparted some toxic ideas to Jaune growing up, as were passed down to him from his father, not entirely aware of the harm he was doing to his son. His mother is quintessential mom; a sweet little lady that dotes and is bit of a worrier, but is also fiercely protective, perhaps to a smothering degree. With eight kids you can definitely tell she's a bit diminished physically, but her spirit is strong, and she keeps the madhouse in line.

They're both supportive of their kids, but have a tendency to be a bit overbearing, which is why all their kids still live at home, aside from Saphron & Jaune. They don't discourage their kids from leave, but they also don't encourage them to do so. They don't want to control their kids, which why they don't stop Jaune or Saphron, but they'd definitely prefer them to remain close and safe. This results in them never quite internalizing that their children have grown or can take care of themselves, which can come off as overprotective and undermining.

Parents are: Perceval “Percy” Arc, & Gwendoline “Gwen” Arc

Red sister (the eldest), “Claret,” is more of a second mom and primarily helps run the household. She was born around a decade before Saphron, meaning there is a decent age gap between the eldest and second eldest; while the rest of the sibling are all close in age.

Saphron is the second oldest. Green sister, “Myrtle,” is third oldest, and is big on the outdoors; she helps hunt, scavenge and gather resources for the community.

Blue sister (glasses), “Sabrina,” is the fourth oldest, and works at the local hospital. Jaune is fourth in line.

The blue twins, “Mari” & “Livy,” are after him, and they're still students in high-school. And Purple sister, “Ione,” is the youngest, and is in her second year of middle school.

The family dynamic is generally happy, they have their issues as all families do, but they're a normal civilian family. Jaune has a good relationship with all his sisters, and they love teasing him. He's the fourth youngest, but he's always been babied by his family. That's due to both being the only boy, and being a meek, clumsy & sensitive kid growing up. Jaune's early issues stems at least partially from not feeling like he had an identity outside of his relation to his family or being the "Arc boy," or like he couldn’t stand on his own without his siblings or parents making a fuss over him, at least from his perspective.

#RWBY #Roosterteeth #Jaune Arc

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what a take... first of all, josh has said himself that as of dec' 2021 he hadn't spoken to olivia since dl released. They were definitely not on 'good terms'. And yes, olivia is at least partly to blame for the hate josh and sabrina received. She literally fueled the rumours by not speaking up and continuesly releasing songs that could be interpreted against josh and sabrina. One tweet could've been enough to at least shut up half or more of the people sending literal death threats to her ex-boyfriend (who didn't do anything wrong btw, it's not like he cheated or abused her and she was the one who broke up with him). Joshua waited 11 months to tell his side of the story. That's what you call a mature response. The same way that he's mature now, putting on a smile and taking pictures with the person who nearly ruined his life.

You clearly missed my point.

Okay, so taking into account that I might have forgotten about that detail (because sorry I didn’t really deep dive into the drama and watch interviews because I also have my own life where my entertainment needs does not consist of drama) my point still stands. I mentioned it. I am disappointed with the lack of pacifying fans—Olivia to the Livies especially. Regardless, what I said is true. It is outlandish fan behavior that escalated drama and caused a rift between Joshua and Olivia’s friendship. It was never the three people involved’s fault.

You can blame Olivia all you want but at the end of the day this fan mindset that you are now presenting is exactly the type of mindset that’s the problem. You may not be a person who hated on, sent death threats to, and are blaming Joshua and/or Sabrina, but the very fact that you are pinning the blame on Olivia just goes to show that toxic fan behavior is heavily existing, since you are looking to blame anyone else other than realizing your fan behavior is the root cause of it all. We have no full right as fans to pinpoint and police on every happening because we don’t fucking know what actually happened. No matter how many interviews or songs are released, we only know 1% of the 99%.

And before you say anything, I’m not a huge Olivia Rodrigo fan FYI. I’ve only listened to Sour once and heard her songs passerby. So don’t go in and say that I’m being too defensive over her.

Reiterating my whole main point to end this because people just don’t get it: fans should stop putting celebrities on a pedestal and reevaluate that their reactions and behavior might be the root of the real problem.

#the real problem?#fan behavior is the real problem #fan behavior #ask m #drivers license drama #jolivia #jabrina #joshua bassett #olivia rodrigo #sabrina carpenter

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as someone who's been in multiple anti spaces and faced a lot of shit for it ; anti spaces exist *because* toxic fans push back against criticism in normal tags and convos. we have to have these spaces (dedicated tags and sideblogs) because otherwise we're the assholes. and even then, we get called obsessive for this. because it's not about finding the Right Space or Right Way to complain, its about silencing us. antis don't want people to completely throw away the things they love, they just want people to be more critical. and fans don't like that.

-cupid anon

Exactly! This is why I made this blog. I knew I couldn’t publicly do this on a main blog because I would receive hate/death threats and I was and still am tired of people not holding her accountable for things. I honestly could care less if people like her but am not going to shut up about the things I dislike because it makes some livies uncomfortable. I’ve also been careful to curate a space that isn’t full of hatred

#anti olivia rodrigo #anon ask #answered #anti livies #cupid anon

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thoughts:

What was the first person to milk a cow thinking?

I'm sad the Cut the Camera podcast is over but I'm also happy that the triplets get more opportunities.

I think I'm starting to like Olivia Rodrigo more than Melanie Martinez, my bff is gonna scream😶😶

I generally don't understand why my mom, dad and brother hate Melanie Martinez so much, like I get it alot of people think she's weird but the way they speak about them, you'd think she bullied them. Like what did she ever do to you?

My bff says she's a livie but she barely knows the lyrics to most of Olivia's songs, like sorry love you're not a livie.

I think I think too much.

My dog is shedding so much like I'm actually concerned about why she is losing so much hair. Lol

I'm in a new friend group. It's probably the best and biggest friend group I've ever had. It's def the most non-toxic friend group I've been in. I love it. But I'm scared they're gonna leave me like everyone else has.

That's all my random thoughts for tonight. Goodnight✌️

#thoughts #night #goodnight #blog #teenagers

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thefoxvampire · 6 months

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(next this is one of frankenfox oc's still and its about thorny my plant monster oc)

(this is monsters and Mythical Creatures #5)

Name: Livy Thorny --------------------------------------------------------

Nickname(s): boss (by oriana) babe (by foxanne)

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- age: 19 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Occupation: she a cool chick and a love interest of foxanne , fight white knights back and save kyah , frank and vanna and the leader of the whole gang from toonsville -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Birthday: march 17th (same is foxanne's)

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sexuality: lesbian/ pansexual ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Gender: female ----------------------------------------------------

Biography (with back story): a coolest and chilling plant monster dudette aka princess/prince charmling of plants in town , named livy ivyrose, she a ally to vanna and the other womans who fight the doom squad are toxic humans back fair, save kyah and frankenfox and she a hero and leader of the gang a love interesting to frank's sister of foxanne from the 90's bumpers.

overall: she a living with the treecastle of nature and raised by her parents but who refuse to be nice to foxes like foxanne.

begining be fore back in the 80's : after the movie "horrors of little shop" and before new year in 1987 for spring time yet her plant monster parents the king and queen of the plants who raise a baby girl and named her "livy" , livy is was born at the green house and she use to be eat and hate human like thier parents even like the name of audrey II i guess.

in 1991: livy is grow up and know is the cartoon version of horrors of little shop "little shop" from fox kids network when she watch including what frankenfox up to the bumpers. she couldn't sworn its sound familiar for this morning , but she'll find out next time so she called the guys for never believe about the cartoons from fox kids. next day livy and the gang to see who make about little shop in the studio and suddenly she crash to someone never watch where is she going, it was frankenfox's little sister foxanne who can't see without her glasses and then livy found her glasses in under the table and then she put it to her foxanne's face and she open her eyes and see livy told her she ok. she been blustering to see livy's cute face and she better go and run off from livy, its probably like a fairy tales, its cause of same disney or non-disney scene, livy is now foxanne's female prince charming herself, before she leaves with the guys. in 1992: livy going on the date to foxanne, but her parents are little harsh they was argue talking about foxanne's from the other side of toonsville frank's lives there and then she leave home to going on the date to vist foxanne so she'll come back but to meet a vampire ghoulfriend of frankenfox at the went to the party first. in 2023 with ending: livy and others returns to rescue foxanne and her brothers and then save frank and vanna including to free kyah from the human doom squad to begining of time of livy's own foxy mash with guns and spraying of gas and the giant bloody thorn to the heart. and so everyone escape including the monsters have a ultimate freedom for with kyah and the trio for save vanna's life and they all leave and move on thanks to livy save foxanne with oriana, as soon the begining frank's cabaret in the halloween party this year to let frank , moxy fox fox told kyah for "well done" and thank vanna , next time to understand how kyah feel, and meanwhile outside the stitchly's castle , livy and foxanne are been engage as two wives to hunting the humans and training it.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- favoirite bands: rose n roses and creed, etc from 80's and 90's

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favorite movies: horrors of little shop ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

LIKES: foxanne who crush of her , music , her favorite movie "horrors of little shop" ,rock music with audios (ft sara maria , kyah and zoe) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

DISLIKES: bullies and psychos are humans, villains, stalkers, some witches "sinstress" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

FUN FACTS:

she use to be born by that after the movie horrors of little shop back in the 80's she was been crushed by frankenfox's sister foxanne ,because she lesbian/pansexual so they love each other she a hates humans are toxic because for she became hero to set foxanne and her brother "frankenfox" and his franken vampire wife as the type with foxkids two colors of red and yellow "princess vanna" in the future in 1998 to going back n time and become ally to kyah

she a coolio dudette aka female prince of the haunted plants from toonsville and leader of the whole gang she a members of the foxanne's fiancee "sara maria"

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Personality: bravery, cool, chilling , radical, respectful, and kindess ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fighting Style:

guns her allies attack giant thorn attack spray of poison ivy/ poison oak her pet attack foxanne (the twisted version)

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Quote:

"hey foxanne, i think you beautiful when you little shy, you ain't so bad."

" Yo that's what i called woman abuse..."

" come on. orilet's go..."

"wow, far out...."

"what the hell? , this strange cartoon show version from horrors of little shop? , holy shit <B/"

"Dude really?."

" I on it from frankenfox, princess vantonia"

"Yo Asshole!, leave her whole family the hell alone and pick up something your own size..."

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Voice Claim: baeteen: Baeteen Reacts to VEGITO VS KEFLA, Dragon Ball Parody - YouTube

singing voice claim: beth hart: Beth Hart - Bad Woman Blues (LYRICAL- 320KBPS) - YouTube ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Theme Songs: thorn- creed: Creed - Torn - YouTube

Examples: please do not report this one , she only pansexaul/lesbian goes to foxanne who hates human boys and don't called them zoophilia either ever again , just get real, chill try it to chill pills to livy you can that so she'll respecting you or not you must becareful with livy with your comment no rp and no pedos allowed until you change ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

#foxkids #90's cartoons #frankenfox #the toon bumpers trio #halloween

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