Three Goblin Art
Janaina Medeiros
Xuebing Du
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trying on a metaphor
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
if i look back, i am lost
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Sade Olutola
blake kathryn
Stranger Things
d e v o n
occasionally subtle
we're not kids anymore.
Acquired Stardust
Cosmic Funnies
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@griftingpandora
griftingpandora is now at @conraised!
After three years of clutter and changes, I was having a hard time figuring out where to begin in revamping and sprucing things up. I decided it was time for a fresh start. I’m leaving my old blog up as an archive and moving Fiona to CONRAISED. Feel free to follow me there, where shenanigans will continue as of today.
You came to Pandora. Now you get to live like we do.
Independent roleplay for Fiona the Con Artist. Selective. Private. Mutuals only. Personals do not reblog.
griftingpandora is now at @conraised!
After three years of clutter and changes, I was having a hard time figuring out where to begin in revamping and sprucing things up. I decided it was time for a fresh start. I’m leaving my old blog up as an archive and moving Fiona to CONRAISED. Feel free to follow me there, where shenanigans will continue as of today.
griftingpandora is now at @conraised!
After three years of clutter and changes, I was having a hard time figuring out where to begin in revamping and sprucing things up. I decided it was time for a fresh start. I’m leaving my old blog up as an archive and moving Fiona to CONRAISED. Feel free to follow me there, where shenanigans will continue as of today.
Sort of had an unannounced hiatus there for the holidays, but now that they’re winding down, I’ll be back here with drafts and starters soon. <3
chemicalerinyes:
Angel’s cough of surprise almost sounds like disappointment, but it soon descended into peals of laughter as she hugged her sides against the pain. “Oh, no no no. Brute force? Who do you take me for?” The audacity of her suggesting that she take on such uncouth means to get what she wanted was simply appalling! She cleared her throat a few more times to completely get rid of the giggles. “Like I had any interest in being her partner in the first place. As much as I respect her, she’s barely a player in this game. So how about you skip the small fish and aim a bit higher instead, hm?”
That reaction? Yeah, not reassuring. Maybe if the siren sneers a bit, adds a few threats in there, then Fiona would know how to gauge this, know how to line up and figure out the angle, how to ignore the unease pooling in her gut.
“ Listen, it’s not that simple. If I make a deal with you and don’t go back down there with anything to show for it? There’s some very valuable stuff of mine that’s not going to see the light of day again, courtesy of Vallory’s unending generosity. You want terms, you gotta be willing to make sure that doesn’t happen. ”
Not stuff. People. Family, friends. The only person between the two of them that needs to know that right now is Fiona.
truxicanfalconer:
Mordecai stares at his empty palm with his mouth screwed to one side before following behind her. Maybe he was taking the dismissed offer of friendliness a little too personally - they still didn’t know each other that well - but he always put too much of himself out there when it came to the female persuasion. “My line o’work takes you all over th’place.” He turned and gestured back towards a particularly steep peak, which so happened to overlook a sand pirate camp. “Also tends t’make you thirsty, and I wasn’t about to haul ass all th’way back home just t’get a drink. Asked around ‘n found this place. Strongest shit you’ll find, t’be honest.” He was thankful the bar was empty when they got inside; a girl looking like her would invite trouble no problem, and Mordecai was aiming to relax at this point. “Pick your poison.”
Makes a certain amount of sense to Fiona. Well, actually, every bit of sense if she’s not understating it. What little glimpses she sees of him in action so far, he’s the one-fell-swoop kind. Apply that to a quality among Vault Hunters, and there’s no telling where someone might find themselves perched that day.
Curiosity aside, Fiona offers exactly no complaints, piling into the place with him. Really, it isn’t all that remarkable compared to any other bar. Same amount of dust blown in, same amount of wear and tear. The starkest contrast is the quiet. After all the shooting and the thrumming of engines, that’s something of a relief.
“ Eh, let’s see if they live up to that claim. Rakk ale. ” She makes it an official order, leaning against the bar top, all elbows. “ You know, I didn’t think Sanctuary worked with the local syndicates too often. How’d you get tangled up with Vallory in the first place? ”
teleidoscopic:
@griftingpandora // sc.
“Okay, so—hear me out,” THIS is where Sasha leans in–conspiratorially of course, as sisters do–until she’s all but rubbing shoulders with Fi. “What if we kicked off this whole Halloween thing with a bang? I”m thinkin’ —- haunted house trailer …. And maybe, you know, pranking….”
She trails off, but the sly smirk and slow raise of eyebrows finish the sentence for her.
“ C’mon, Sasha. Aren’t we a little old for all this? ” A hand-wave signifying the vague idea of whatever all this is and a carefully given glance later, Fiona lets the beats tick out. One, two, three. “ Toss in a jump scare or two, and you’ve got yourself a deal. ”
bloodybluecap:
❝ – oh my god. ❞
she can just titter, kept at bay with the back if her fingers against her lips as she failed to keep it fro- m bubbling from her chest. as bad as it was, fiona always did give words at their best, best served hot, or cold. however it seemed fit. clementine rolls her eyes at first but soon seemed to brighten, as if surprised. and in truth, she was.
❝ – i can’t believe you still remember something so dumb.❞
the bubbling returned, she shook her head. kid stuff, but how often was it to recall something pleasant on this rock?
“ Uh, yeah. It’s kinda my job. As the oldest, I was basically given a license at birth to remember both the coolest and most embarrassing stuff you’ve done. And to selectively forget them or use them in a strategic fashion. ”
This time, there isn’t much strategic about it. It’s nostalgia, quiet mornings waking up with crap stuck to or drawn on their faces and only noticing when they caught a glimpse in the mirror. Fiona wouldn’t trade any of it, even for a second.
“ I mean, unless you’re telling me you’re slacking and you don’t have any eyes left. ”
"My Bunkers & Badasses campaign was pretty awesome, right? Right?"
“ How are you such a nerd? ” A shake of her head, a roll of her eyes -- and a smirk, too, all good-natured. “ But yeah, up until Athena obliterated the map. Gone, just like that. I thought you were gonna cry after all the time you spent working on that thing. ”
Not that she would’ve blamed him if he had.
It was a good map.
@stellevatum ( spooky starters )
Finding her at the wreckage of Helios isn’t too unusual. A little less frequently these days now that business is on the upswing, sure, but not right up there with spotting a unicorn or anything. Truth is, after everything, Fiona’s thoughts still turn to this place -- not what it was but who runs it now. Her friends.
It isn’t even strange to find Kar here, either. Wasn’t too long ago the two crossed paths on this very spot, talked shop. Things have a way of coming full circle.
“ Bloody Harvest on this dustball. That’s gotta be one hell of a rude awakening. It got me thinking that maybe we should do something to... I dunno. Make extra sure they’re doing more than flashing laser pointers and eating rocks? ”
@synthmama ( spooky starters )
There’s a chair Fiona claims for herself and another all for her feet, folded one over the other. The lean of her body against the chipped wood and the tilt of her hat shading her eyes from the worst of the too-yellow lighting? Yeah, no signs of moving.
The place -- a dusty bar, little more than a hole in the wall by now -- looks like festivity isn’t visiting so much as exploding on it. Sometimes the cynical part of Fiona thinks all those strategically placed pumpkins might go better in a soup. Then the nostalgic part of her remembers being young and impulsive, with sisters even more so, and how this was the one time of year they were allowed to feel like, well, kids.
That’s an epiphany twenty-something years too late, anyway.
“ Don't know about the costumes, but an excuse to eat candy all night, every night for a month straight? Sign me up. What's your sickly sweet snack of choice? ”
@hackingpandora ( spooky starters )
“ You know, Sasha was right about something. ”
A year and some change later, it’s strange where life finds them. Fiona, for instance, used to have trouble seeing where she’d end up tomorrow. Now, all she has is options. The one she chooses for this evening is ringing up the latest CEO to set up shop groundside and see what’s what.
If she’s honest, it helps that she missed him. But she’s rarely ever that, so after dragging out some pumpkins over to his Corporate Lair ( that’s the working title, according to Fiona ) and drawing questionable faces on them, she lets the season do all the talking for her.
“ It’s around this time of year that people start gossiping about what happened when Atlas first got wiped off the map. Number one claim is still zombies. So, uh, met any dearly departed employees yet? ”
@bloodybluecap ( spooky starters )
“ Got it. That should do it. ”
One foot backward and then the other, Fiona climbs down and stands back just far enough to take in her handiwork. It’s not practical. She’ll give it that. The caravan’s cramped on a good day, and the thing is strung up in a corner, looming, waiting. It’s either going to tangle someone up in all its ghostly cloth or scare the crap out of anyone who wakes up for a glass of water during the night.
That’s probably the point.
But as homemade, impromptu ghost decorations go, it’s not so bad.
“ So, what do ya think? We might be verging on overkill here. ” Her grin widens even as an elbow nudges her sister’s side. “ Get it? ‘Cause it’s a ghost and it’s dead-- eh, never mind. It’s missing something, though. ”
A pause. “ Googly eyes. You should do the honors. ”
@cybernetiked ( spooky starters )
The thing about Fiona is she’s prone to keeping things simple. Maybe too simple given the situation. Someone says costume, and apparently her usual outfit with a pair of obnoxiously plastic fangs ( grating against her real teeth -- how the hell do people wear these things for so long? ) is good enough for her. The caravan, on the other hand, is sporting too many orange and black streamers and temporary pumpkin decals of various sizes to be healthy.
She’s not saying whose idea that was.
“ As weird as this is gonna sound, I never really had a reason to get into a festive mood. I guess opening a Murder Vault changes your outlook on life. You know, just a little. ” Her shoulders roll in a shrug, casually as she pleases, fighting how... well, awkward she feels. Sort of. It’s not the bad kind of awkward. Just new. It’s still hard to picture what to do when things suddenly start working out in their favor. The part of her that has run on sheer instinct and lies her whole life keeps expecting the roof to cave in at any damn moment. “ Kinda makes me wonder, though. What was Bloody Harvest like in other places? I mean, you’ve probably been out there, right? ”
griftingpandora:
The spoopening is upon us. Like this for Halloween-themed starters!
The spoopening is upon us. Like this for Halloween-themed starters!
