( 001 ). Β hi, iβm alexπͺ, 30+, she/her. Β
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( 007 ). Β most active muses in my brainΒ : hugo ; august ; max ; basher.
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MUSE LIST : ( updated 05.17.26 )
BULLET TRAIN
tangerine - arthur h. seville junior. formerly TANGERINESOUR
DEPT. Q
d.c.i. carl morck. ( testing )
DISPATCH
robert βrobbieβ robertson ii. ( testing )
robert robertson iii. ( testing )
negastatic - electromagnetic manipulation, one half of the magnatwins, good guy turned bad guy turned good again. found at NEGATWIN
hellvetika found at HLLVTKA
DUNGEONS & DRAGONS
edgin darvis. ( d&d : honor among thieves ) - human bard. chaotic good.
idk man, i just donβt get how weβre supposed to afford ANYTHING rn. my monthly bonus was shifted to the first paycheck of next month but like !!! i have to pay for my car! and daycare! and my credit cards and car insurance and electric !!! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ANY OF THAT WITH LESS MONEY??? it was already going to be tight if not impossible to pay for every upcoming bill for the end of the month, but now??
i literally feel sick over this rn.
and now thereβs no chance i can afford science camp for lil π and she was looking forward to it so much.
Laurence T. Vivian started Vivian & Sons Private Investigations twelve days after his son, Frankie, was born. He'd been on the force for the better part of two decades and was being iced out by the new chief of police because he dared to give a shit about the health of his pregnant wife and unborn child.
F. T. Vivian was much more of a womanizer than his father. He'd been married and divorced three times by the time Sylvester was eight, and had more than a handful of girlfriends before he married his fourth wife when Sly was fourteen. Growing up alongside the business, Frank didn't necessarily believe he had to compete with it for his father's attention, but he did have a habit of gambling on higher-risk cases that never seemed to yield a payday worth the trouble.
By the time Sylvester was old enough to do more than just his homework at his grandfather's worn desk, Vivian & Sons was on the verge of going under. Notices from the utility companies kept piling up and, on more than one occasion, Sly had to learn how to steal the electric from the business next door. In addition to filling his calendar with boring, easy money cases ( and there was nothing easier than exposing a cheating spouse ), Sly found himself picking up odd hours with jobs no one else wanted. Anything to keep the utility companies off their backs. Legality was low on the list of Things He Should Care About when it's a job or no heat for New Year's.
There's a hole left when Laurence finally passes. Shoes too big to fill, even though he'd retired long beforehand.
Frank had begun operating with one foot out the door, ready to drop the private eye schtick with little prompting, and pissing off clients they couldn't afford not to take. If they were lucky, clients only left angry. When they were less so, it was threats on their business... or worse. He stopped bothering to tell the difference. Left to Frank, Vivian & Sons wouldn't have survived the year. Sly hardly had to fight for the reins ; Frank was barely holding them tight enough to steer.
When it happens β when Frank finally pisses off the wrong people β Sly doesn't see it coming, too used to the threats that led to nothing more than less business. In retaliation, or maybe just to teach him a lesson, Frank's clients put out a hit on his wife and she doesn't make it to sundown. Frank hears the message loud and clear, dumping everything on Sly's already overflowing plate. He'd spent years threatening to walk away from the business ; his wife's murder is the straw that breaks the camel's back. When pressed about it, he lashes out at Sly, and it's only Sly's idolization of his father and what they'd created with his grandfather that keeps their relationship from completely fracturing.
Within the same week, after putting his skills to use and snooping for the answers his father refused to tell him, Sly wakes up covered in someone else's blood and no memory of how he got there. A visit from their former client shakes Sly up enough that β when the case inevitably shows up on his desk β he avoids it like the plague, burying it beneath the monotony of domestic cases and trying to forget it exists.
Some days it works. Sometimes the fight to get Vivian & Sons out of the red is the perfect distraction. Most days, he can even almost convince himself his grandfather would be proud.
But deep down... deep down, he fears that's exactly what Frank used to tell himself before the end.
i Will be spiralling abt viv for the next 7-10 business days but iβm gonna try and finish up the august and red drafts i have, and maybe work on my inbox after softball today. that said π if anyone wants to Plot πππ
Laurence T. Vivian started Vivian & Sons Private Investigations twelve days after his son, Frankie, was born. He'd been on the force for the better part of two decades and was being iced out by the new chief of police because he dared to give a shit about the health of his pregnant wife and unborn child.
F. T. Vivian was much more of a womanizer than his father. He'd been married and divorced three times by the time Sylvester was eight, and had more than a handful of girlfriends before he married his fourth wife when Sly was fourteen. Growing up alongside the business, Frank didn't necessarily believe he had to compete with it for his father's attention, but he did have a habit of gambling on higher-risk cases that never seemed to yield a payday worth the trouble.
By the time Sylvester was old enough to do more than just his homework at his grandfather's worn desk, Vivian & Sons was on the verge of going under. Notices from the utility companies kept piling up and, on more than one occasion, Sly had to learn how to steal the electric from the business next door. In addition to filling his calendar with boring, easy money cases ( and there was nothing easier than exposing a cheating spouse ), Sly found himself picking up odd hours with jobs no one else wanted. Anything to keep the utility companies off their backs. Legality was low on the list of Things He Should Care About when it's a job or no heat for New Year's.
There's a hole left when Laurence finally passes. Shoes too big to fill, even though he'd retired long beforehand.
Frank had begun operating with one foot out the door, ready to drop the private eye schtick with little prompting, and pissing off clients they couldn't afford not to take. If they were lucky, clients only left angry. When they were less so, it was threats on their business... or worse. He stopped bothering to tell the difference. Left to Frank, Vivian & Sons wouldn't have survived the year. Sly hardly had to fight for the reins ; Frank was barely holding them tight enough to steer.
When it happens β when Frank finally pisses off the wrong people β Sly doesn't see it coming, too used to the threats that led to nothing more than less business. In retaliation, or maybe just to teach him a lesson, Frank's clients put out a hit on his wife and she doesn't make it to sundown. Frank hears the message loud and clear, dumping everything on Sly's already overflowing plate. He'd spent years threatening to walk away from the business ; his wife's murder is the straw that breaks the camel's back. When pressed about it, he lashes out at Sly, and it's only Sly's idolization of his father and what they'd created with his grandfather that keeps their relationship from completely fracturing.
Within the same week, after putting his skills to use and snooping for the answers his father refused to tell him, Sly wakes up covered in someone else's blood and no memory of how he got there. A visit from their former client shakes Sly up enough that β when the case inevitably shows up on his desk β he avoids it like the plague, burying it beneath the monotony of domestic cases and trying to forget it exists.
Some days it works. Sometimes the fight to get Vivian & Sons out of the red is the perfect distraction. Most days, he can even almost convince himself his grandfather would be proud.
But deep down... deep down, he fears that's exactly what Frank used to tell himself before the end.
theyβre rereleasing the og american girls for the 40th anniversary and what i wouldnβt GIVE to get a new molly doll bc mine lost her leg at some point when lily was playing with her and her hair had been damaged for Years and so my mom got rid of her πππ
