SMASH YOUR TELEVISION.

[mandyfellwyn]

𝕸  I  am invincible. I am invisible. I will burn your fucking house down.

INSPIRED  BY :  mandy ( the grim adventures of billy and mandy ) / ADDED INSPO:  daria morgendorffer ( daria ) ; effy stonem ( skins ) ; louise belcher ( bob's burgers ); mandy milkovich ( shameless ) ; wednesday addams ( addams family values ).

#PARTONE     .   .   .     GENERAL  INFORMATION.

name amanda lucille fellwyn.     nicknames + aliases   mandy age  +  dob   twenty five, november 21st     birthplace   endsville, minnesota residence   old elias, california.     gender  +  pronouns   cisgender  female    ,    she  /  her.     sexuality   bisexual spoken  language  english      faceclaim   sophie thatcher.     hair   grown out bleach job.     eyes   blue. height   5'6.     build   athletic.  species human  tattoos momento mori on her ribcage; a crescent moon on the back of her neck. star  sign   scorpio deadly  sin   pride.   heavenly  virtue  courage.    occupation  server and barback at the locust fight club    mother   claire fellwyn father  phillip fellwyn sibling(s)   only child, but billy might as well be her brother    children   none. significant  other   n/a     

#PARTTWO     .   .   .     DOSSIER.

LINK TO BIOGRAPHY.

#PARTTHREE     .   .   .    CONNECTIONS.

billy morien + azrael grim / the three best friends that anyone could have

logan teague / friend

leonardo hamato / favorite regular

thomas hopper / boss man

[thelostthakkar]

milo hadn’t ever been much of a jewellery man, but he did like crystals. his childhood bedroom had shelves and shelves of different geodes and crystals that he had collected on trips with his grandfather, all organised and coded based on colour and variation type. he hadn’t realised how much he’d found comfort in them, especially those that came alive in the darkness, until he’d wandered past a few of them earlier and begun to feel homesick.

he was stood just slightly to the side of mandy, scanning the tables for something he might be able to begin his new collection with, when his opinion was asked for.

milo looks both ways to the side of him, assuming the question was for someone who might actually stand a chance of answering it. “you’re asking me? i mean, i can try and help but i should warn you that no one’s ever asked my advice in jewellery before, and probably with good reason.”

“well, what’s the worst that can happen?” he shrugs and leans down slightly to look closer. “what exactly are you looking for? is it for a special occasion?”

[mandyfellwyn]

it wasn't normally like mandy to slow down and help a person reframe, usually finding it much easier to wave a person off than coach them into a different line of thinking - but she shook her head, not taking any uncertainty with this question that ultimately had no stakes. "you have eyes, don't you?" she asked, "vision better than mine with the glasses on, i'd guess..." she looked to her hands again, gaze bouncing from left to right hand. "which one looks more visually interesting? simple or stacked?" just because a man was never asked his opinion in this way before didn't mean his opinion wasn't valuable.

ugh, mandy. careful where you assign value with a man.

"no occasion," she clarified with a shake of her head. "just, trying something new." the truth was, mandy was sort of guilty of following trends here as she stacked rings on top of rings - at least five on each hand. the closer she looked, the closer she was to deciding maybe she wasn't a ring girl after all.

"eh, nevermind," she said as she began to take them off one by one, tossing each ring back into the box. maybe the girl wasn't ready for every aspect of new just yet - the hand makeover would have to wait. "what are you looking for in here? i'm mandy, by the way."

[mandyfellwyn]

open starter location: club inferno | the underland

mandy had been flirting with this idea for quite some time that she needed another job. it was part of a grander scheme - one that involved a bigger apartment with less of a commute, both of which she couldn't afford without change. she knew though, when it came to the underland, that she needed to vibe check the place before offering them her contact information.

that was the goal tonight. first stop inferno, next stop gaston's - which bar needed someone to tend it? which had a more tolerable clientele? mandy;s eyes scanned the building as she looped around the edge, taking the long way to the front.

it was what she was good at, tending bar. it was decent money as long as the people were fine and finding a second job at a second club just felt brainless and easy. she propped herself up on an empty barstool and ordered a club soda with lime - no need to drink on a research trip.

her gaze moved to the person next to her as she attempted to smile, shifting to something more conversational. she could feel her guard rise the further she walked into the room, that was something to note. but she needed to give every option a chance - there were only so many.

"what's the vibe around here?" she asked bluntly, refusing to waste time on small talk when she had a unique cause. "do you come around often?"

[mandyfellwyn]

what actually happened? when krampus took amanda fellwyn. pre-requisite drabble can be found here. content warning for: trauma, having no memory of a traumatic event, and dealing with symptoms and emotions after.

nearly six months had passed since the winter storm blew through elias and buried it alive, and mandy was still reaching to return to herself. but by now the city only spoke of it in practical terms, in record snowfalls and blackouts.

disappearances held numbers, not names.

of course, she remembered none of it so plainly. the first threat of the storm hadn't been in the news but in her own body, pulsating from her core and draining her of heat. unnatural fatigue gnawed at her, left her as a shell of herself until even standing felt like a mountain to climb. by the time she had attempted to go home, she had feared not making it somehow. maybe she would pass out on the trolley along the way, or something. she hadn't imagined how the night would actually go.

the bruise appeared after dusk. one moment her skin had been pale and fever-cold, and the next it sat planted right on her ribcage: a snowflake stamped into flesh with impossible precision, blue and black and deliberate. when mandy touched it, the mark answered - pounded beneath her fingertips with a slow and aching throb that forced her in half, nose to knee. she learned quickly to tolerate the dull ache that came with leaving it be versus the searing pain of accelerating it with her touch. the strength of the storm seemed directly connected to the bruise, the wind picking up as her hand grazed her side. she needed to leave it alone and she needed to get the fuck back inside.

she really shouldn't have left the club.

before she could even make it to the trolley, mandy's memory split open. there were no faces to recall, no voices or shapes - only a gap so violent that it felt less like forgetting and more like something had been physically torn out of her. the time that followed existed now as resurfaced fragments designed only to twist her stomach in a knot.

she remembered being dragged through air so cold it burned. the crack of wind whipped through her ears and, eventually, the sinking certainty that she had been lifted off the ground settled in her bones and never left. the storm picked her up and absolutely had its way with her in ways she wouldn't be able to recall ... and then, when the storm was done with her, it ended. abrupt and merciless and ugly. dropped her in the middle of the street like a used fucking tea bag.

what came next was what scared her the most. alive in the most basic sense, thin and washed out and unable to get out of bed, it was as if her insides had been sucked out of her mouth with a vacuum and all that was left was a shell. food became impossible, so did bathing. temperature regulation was so futile that any sudden movement left her trying to regulate for hours at time, a murderous chill rooting itself deep in her bones. no amount of blankets, hot water, or heat could touch it.

even now, as summer pressed against the windows, the memory of winter refused to fade. mandy carried that night inside of her like a hidden infection. the bruise was gone by now, but she swore when she touched it that she felt the remnants of it there - a phantom ache turning cold. still, she tired quickly despite working out to combat it.

maybe it would always be a part of her, whatever invaded her body that night.

and maybe she'd always wear long sleeves in the spring.

at the end of the day, the worst of it was not remembering. mandy could handle being ripped to shreds, but god forbid she's unable to make sense of it. what made the storm choose her, anyway? why then? it would eat at her, if she let it, not knowing the rhyme or reason to any of it. but six months down the line and she was finally starting to let it go, somehow.

we'll see how it goes next winter.

[mothercains]

SOPHIE THATCHER as iris in companion (2025)

[mandyfellwyn]

[ CHIRON ] what does your muse do to cope ? are their coping mechanisms healthy, or do they lean into bad habits to get through tough times ?

we’re seeing mandy figure out in real time that she doesn’t know how to cope with extremes on her own, lashing out in ways that don’t necessarily match her age. after being taken by krampus, mandy lost all sense of control and has been reaching for it ever since by reaching for impulses. she has a couple new tattoos and is sporting dark hair - and these are just the first signs. in short, she copes terribly. that vape is about to turn into a pack a day.

[mandyfellwyn]

🎞 what is your top 3 movies of all time ?

i'll give you four, letterboxd style, but in no particular order:

- strange darling (2024) - the others (2001) - less than zero (1987) - a clockwork orange (1971)

[mavisvaduva]

mavis laughed instantly at that, bright and sharp as she bumped her shoulder against mandy’s. “exactly! see, you get it. in ten years we’re either gonna look back at this and think we were iconic or completely insane.” a beat. “probably both.”

she leaned in closer to the flash sheet, her hair slipping over one shoulder as she studied the designs mandy pointed out. “oh, wait, i actually love those.” her finger tapped lightly beside one of them before she glanced back up at her with a grin already forming. “okay wait!! what if you got the moon and i got the sun?” the idea came out fast, impulsive and excited in the way mavis always was when she found something she loved. “like matching, but not exactly matching.” her eyes flicked toward the spine design again and she visibly lit up. “and that one down your spine would look so hot, by the way. devastating, honestly.”

[mandyfellwyn]

there was something about her friendship with mavis that fueled mandy to some degree - there was just something a bit uplifting (and new) about having a girl around that operated at similar frequencies. mandy matched her friend's excitement in a way her old friends might deem unrecognizable, with a vigorous nod of her head and a smirk on her face. "definitely both," she agreed. "that's why it's the perfect idea."

the perfect idea, to mandy, was really an excuse to feel both spontaneous and in control. she was thankful that all this fanfare allowed her to move under the radar, but she knew this decision was part of something much bigger for her. harmless fun on it's own, but potentially alarming when lumped with the hair, the clothes, the increased activity on twin flame. it all added up to something, but mandy was having too much fun to worry about what it all meant.

"yes, absolutely," she said with another nod. "you would look incredible with this one." her finger trailed down the sun design before she took mavis' hand and stepped toward the entrance. "let's fucking do it."

[reapingsoul]

open starter

📍 the entrance of hatchaway cemetery

it was the quiet hours of midnight when grim stood outside of the cemetary. it had become a habit of sorts since he arrived in elias. he never hovered around cemeteries before this, call him sentimental he didn't want to risk meeting any grieving family members or friends of the deceased.

but right now? he felt the pull to go here... maybe to atone for what he had been doing for hades.

the path was illuminated by the light from his scythe, which he set down for a moment to surveil the area. "alright," he warned sharply when he felt the presence of another. "step back from the scythe. it's not your property."

[mandyfellwyn]

in the months that mandy had found home somewhere amidst the fog between old elias and the underland, she had really been chasing something that was not there. the second she left endsville, the second their trio splintered somewhere down the middle and had been sitting in limbo ever since, mandy had been chasing a feeling they couldn't return to. this wasn't fucking minnesota anymore and they weren't an unlikely clan going on sideshow adventures out of boredom. here they were in the depths of hell, way too far from home (where only billy was smart enough to stay), and mandy was realizing she followed her friend here prematurely. before she recognized the consequences or understood his decisions or before she even knew if he wanted her to.

the hours after work, for mandy, looked different every night. one would think after getting picked up by a winter storm that she would avoid lingering in the dark for too long, but every inch of both old elias and the underland had been explored by her now. tonight, she found herself in the cemetery - not because she thought she'd find anything interesting, but because she thought it would be quiet.

she saw the scythe first. the world around her froze in a new way.

instead of doing what she was told, mandy snatched the mechanism up by the handle and let her gaze follow the curve of the blade. it felt foreign in her hand, something she wouldn't normally touch - but she and grim were not sitting on a field of normal right now, not with this new arrangement in their way. to think, there were days when this scythe did her bidding, innocent as it were from a child's mind.

looking to the direction of the voice, eyes locking on his for the first time since the day they said goodbye, mandy frowned. a beat of silence passed between them.

"you're too late, anyway. these ones are already dead."

[mandyfellwyn]

ask somebody else.

[clawthorncs]

he had been sitting sideways on the bench just like a gargoyle someone had politely asked to act human. hood half-up despite the warm evening air. a tray sat abandoned in front of him fries gone cold, drink untouched. he was lost in thought, attention lingering somewhere far beyond the noise of the food stalls. eyes dream-heavy and a bit distant. that was... until she appeared. a stranger with pizza and the confidence of someone moments away from starvation.

king  blinked once as she sat before he could answer, gaze dropping to the offered pizza box like she’d just presented him with an ancient artifact.. a cheesy ancient artifact.. his favorite. 

“…you know,” he said slowly, “most people wait for consent before invading a crypt.”  he teased lookinng mildly impressed as he tilted his head, dark waves slipping into his face as he considered the pepperoni slice she offered. “this is either generosity..” he mused, “or the world’s least threatening assassination attempt.”

he reached over and picked up a slice anyway. “if I die,” he added solemnly, “i’m haunting you down..my ghost self is gonna have to follow you to make up for this murder.”

[mandyfellwyn]

mandy, in all honesty, had taken a gamble when she sat here. most of the surrounding tables were full of families, friends, and conversationalists that she didn't necessarily care to interrupt. but here, he had been sitting alone and staring off into space in a way that indicated that he might not even acknowledge her sitting down at all.

she was wrong, of course.

a beat of silence passed between them and the pizza box. she blinked. leaned in. squinted in a way that denoted challenge. "most people aren't taking up a whole table to neglect their tray." picking her own slice up, she took a bit that was a bit too big for her mouth and let a lull settle between them for a second as she chewed, swallowed, took a sip of her diet coke. "dude, if this shit is poisoned, we're going down together." she took another bite, not realizing how hungry she was until the first one went down. "i'm mandy, by the way. since we'll probably be roommates in the afterlife or whatever."

[leonardoisms]

after his father was found, leo swore he was never going to see hopper's dumb face ever again. he could almost laugh at himself for ever thinking such a thought because here he was five years later now hopper's prized champion. it was all in the name of getting intel on the hell barons to figure out hades' schemes, but leo still never imagined his life would turn out like this.

now that he and eric were on better terms, leo had been able to avoid hopper's office as of late. it was the small wins in life that really kept him going. the second was the perks that came with being a champion (and the prettiest boy in the club, thank you) because men loved to him free drinks. he was nursing one when he felt a presence slide beside him.

"want me to talk to him or hold him down so you can handle business? in a second. how are you doing? it's been busy as hell tonight."

[mandyfellwyn]

somehow, after the winter storm took whatever semblance of normalcy mandy had been holding on to, she was finally starting to feel at home in her own skin again. it was taking a strange amount of time and effort to get there, frustratingly so, but her place in this city - and furthermore her place in this club - were being solidified. her sense of belonging here was stronger than it had ever been back in endsville.

of course, that didn't stop the rowdiest of regulars from reminding her that most in here didn't take her seriously. while she could definitely hold her own in a verbal spat and while no one expected her to do anything but pour a fucking beer, her tiny frame and shock of blonde hair gave some of these men a level of confidence that didn't make sense. she smirked at leo's offering anyway. " i'll let you know if i need a security guard," she droned, tone stuck in its typical monotone cadence. hands, refusing to stay idle, reached for empty glasses, for napkins, for rags. "been busy enough to not think about anything else," she agreed. "halle-fucking-lujah."

it was slowing down now, though, which was why she was looking for something to do. in lieu of drinks, she poured a couple glasses of ice water and handed one over. "i hope you at least got something interesting to tell me. hate when this shit gets busy and boring."

[violetheroism]

she felt like eating her own words right after she said them — 'couples do that, right?'

"…not that i'd ever know," she mumbled, rolling her eyes at herself. violet gave the stranger a grateful smile. "yeah, i'm finding out i don't really have much show in me. maybe after food. i hope there isn't a social media testament thing. i cannot handle being filmed right now." she dragged her hands down her cheeks with a groan. as the line moved forward, violet kept a comfortably close (but hopefully not overbearing) distance, elbow to elbow. "i'll get a corndog and then…if it's not part of the deal, i'm getting that muffin too." she pointed at the muffin in the display.

the conversation had been easygoing enough but the mention of the storm caused a pang in her head. violet blinked away the feeling, focusing instead on what was said immediately before that. "i've seen her around a lot but i haven't said hi either…she looks friendly so she might not mind being approached…" she spoke, trying to keep her thoughts in track.

but now she had to ask.

"the storm, did you…were you okay?"

[mandyfellwyn]

mandy made a face at the idea of a social media anything. "no, we won't be doing that," she decided without a shred of hesitation. if mandy knew how to do anything, it was how to say no. all they were about to do right now was go in, enjoy a meal, and leave. today would not be the day anyone caught her as part of any marketing shenanigans. "it's against my job's code of conduct, anyway."

a lie, obviously. to think hopper made her sign a code of anything was laughable.

but violet's question threw her for a loop. was she okay? it felt profound, how resounding that no was. she couldn't openly admit that to this woman who was, at this point, an acquaintance at best. mandy shrugged.

"i'm okay now," she said, answering the question without really answering it at all. she hoped that would be enough. "were you?" the blonde swallowed, a forced pause. "were you okay, i mean?"

[luzuramagic]

it felt like luz had been going non-stop the entire event. there were so many sights to see and things to do. she was doing her best to get every single thing done. she almost felt as though she had spread herself a little too thin but luz was determined as always.

her tank needed a recharge. pizza was always the perfect source of energy in her book. she was grateful that pizza planet had a stall. their pizza had quickly become her favorite. the space ambiance was an added bonus. she always loved seeing the green little men when she entered the place. the line had been long so luz took a seat while she waited for it to clear. the witch was scrolling through her phone when she noticed mandy coming her way. "yeah of course!" she smiled. "really? are you sure?" she asked, eyes wide. it's as if mandy had read her mind. "i mean, if you're offering i won't say no." luz took a slice without hesitation. "are you enjoying yourself?"

[mandyfellwyn]

when it came to large crowds such as this one, mandy was always thankful when she can skirt by among the familiar. the fact that it was luz on the other side of the empty seat allowed the blonde to settle in right away without hesitation. she passed over some napkins. "yeah, dude. dig in. i owe you one, anyway."

was she enjoying herself? what was so funny about that question was that it was probably the first night in a while that she genuinely was. mandy chuckled at the realization. she thought about begging molt to cover her shift, about getting matching tattoos with mavis and raiding the record store. she was about to go get a new record player because of the new collection in her tote. "you know, i don't think we'll see anything like this down here ever again. but, i'm glad i called in to experience it."

as if on cue, she took a bite of her pizza - shockingly good, on top of everything else. "how about you? what have you been getting yourself into?"

[mandyfellwyn]

task 001: a playlist

1. cigarettes out the window + tv girl * she never really quit; she just said she did 2. criminal + fiona apple * i'm feeling like a criminal and i need to be redeemed 3. malibu + hole * how are you so burnt when you're barely on fire? 4. hard times + ethel cain * too young to notice that some types of love can be bad 5. shake it out + florence and the machine * here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road

[mandyfellwyn]

open event starter location: outdoor seating near the food stalls

mandy walked away from pizza planet with a pepperoni pizza in hand and a dream, scanning the picnic tables set up nearby for an empty seat. unfortunately she picked a prime time to eat, because everything seemed just a little bit occupied. against every introvert bone in her body, she approached the one table that only held one occupant.

"cool if i sit here?" she didn't wait for a response as she sat down, since empty was a luxury not afforded to her in the moment and she just wanted to eat. flipping open the box, she took a slice, took a bite, and then gestured toward the rest. "do you want some of this? i won't eat the whole thing."

[mandyfellwyn]

closed starter for @thelostthakkar location: the grotto

mandy was thankful to hand off her shift tonight in order to enjoy the event at gloam market, the longer she stuck around. the way they managed to highlight all these businesses from different corners of the city was not lost on her, much less anyone else. even mandy couldn't resist good food, good music, and a giant jewelry drawer marked at 70% off.

that was where she was now, standing in front of this drawer of rings sitting on a box in the middle of the grotto. she sifted through the gold side, sticking anything that fit on her fingers and tossing anything that didn't aside. the blonde was normally the type to wear stacks of rings, so this is what she did now - curated a stack, held out her hands, and observed.

but she needed a second set of eyes, obviously. she and mavis had parted ways after their tattoo excursion and now she stood alone, scanning the room for a random opinion. the closest person to her would do, honesty.

"hey," she said, still holding out her hands - making eye contact with the guy next to her before guiding his attention with her gaze. "any chance you have an opinion?"