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The voices in her head SCREAMED to be heard. Overpowering. There was no silence to be found. Death followed her like a shadow and there was no escaping it. Blood soaked hands forever stained. She appears to be made of porcelain, ready to shatter with a whisper. But her demons are nothing compared to her. She’s not made of marble, but
STEEL.
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Heeeeey, have I mentioned lately I love your Veronica and you’re cool so why do you put up with my trash?
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Just gonna lay here——— dead.
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Me? But I’m trashy trash. I’m trubbish! I think you’re lost here, mate.
there's already a jonesdad ffs and your icons were taken from triedhisbest wow you're original
Firstly, I normally ignore anon hate, but i feel like this needs to be addressed. I was gonna change his url so that mine & my fiance’s ( @coopermother ) urls would ‘match’. Also I make all my own icons and again you can ask kara since she sits there and watch me make them. So yeah you may hate me or think im unoriginal, but at least i’m not the one hiding behind an anon.
I hope you don’t mind me reblogging this but——
Yes, hello, anon! I don’t really know this FP mun yet as we haven’t spoken before but those icons you mentioned by triedhisbest? Yes, the 200x100 ones, I made those. And trust me, this mun didn’t steal them. How do I know? Serpentfp’s icon:
and then my icon:
It isn’t physically possible to get theirs from mine so please, check yourself before you start shit.
Veronica;
Veronica tried to keep the surprise off of her face but it was almost IMPOSSIBLE. Maybe it was the social stigma of the South Side that she’d been twisted towards, but actually seeing him IN THE FLESH and deeming his peers not all bad was all kinds of surprising. She wasn’t exactly completely convinced, not when he was talking about these PREJUDICES against her father. Perhaps it was all a big MISUNDERSTANDING; but being put in a place where you could lose your home, your EVERYTHING was something Veronica was eerily familiar with, and it sucked. Business was business but people’s lives being RUINED because of theirs wasn’t something she wanted at all– her mother had assured her that nobody was going to be DISPLACED; but talking to Jughead now made her doubt it, understandably. She wasn’t going to sway her loyalty just yet, not that EASILY. “I didn’t know there was a different gang that did that,” she hummed softly under her breath. Her family gave sizable DONATIONS to charity– buying Pop’s when he needed the money, maybe he just didn’t understand her world the way he didn’t understand his.
Perhaps he wasn’t as QUICK to connect the dots, either. She wasn’t being very clear or forward about who she was, but she’d at least ASSUMED he knew who it was he claimed to hate. She sighed softly, shaking her head in response. “So you’d rather that the COMMUNITY suffer? Have old dilapidated buildings with schools used as drug dens instead of something NEW because it comes from someone else?” Veronica looked up, not quite noticing the raise in her volume just then as she cleared her throat, focusing on the way his hands were SHAKING as she shook her head. “That’s not what Lodge Industries stands for,” she sighed heavily.
“There’s a LOT about the southside you don’t don’t know,” Jughead was quick to point out, the poorer side a mystery to those who never had to worry about money or being pushed from their homes and the southside had no interest in teaching people who didn’t even CARE to learn. “If it wasn’t for the serpents, there would be a lot of people without anyone to turn to. All alone without help and they’d just have the GHOULIES. At least we try to keep something of PEACE between us even if we’re the damned scapegoats for everything that goes wrong in this town.” But who would believe that? When northside kids were caught with drugs, it fell on the serpents to pay the price. When people turned up dead, it was UNTHINKABLE someone from the north could be involved. Time and time again, they took the blame and Jughead had learned from a young age that wasn’t about to change anytime soon. Prejudice ran in their veins, poisoning even the youth, their CHILDREN and spreading like a sickness and he recalled being mocked as a kid on the playground with Betty and Archie before he cut them from his life.
And now Veronica sat DEFENDING what the Lodges were up to and a sickness churned in his stomach. Again, what would she know? “And when everything is all SHINY and NEW, you think we’ll be able to afford any of that? When you’re rebuilding, you get rid of the grime and the residents are part of that. Most people barely scrape by as is.” New buildings and homes would mean more money needed and no amount of minimum wage or shit jobs would be enough. “And what do people do in desperate times? They can turn to CRIMINAL activity if they need the money. Money to support their families, their kids. You’ll just make the southside worse. That’s what Lodge Industries is about: getting rid of the old for their perfect little VISION. We’re just casualties to be swept under the rug.”
Archie;
Graduating without Jughead wasn’t easy. In fact, the ripple effect of his friend’s abrupt disappearance had impacted the entirety of his future to that moment of their serendipitous meeting at Pop’s. The onset of depression following Riverdale’s upsetting onslaught of misfortune from his father’s shooting to his best friend evaporating from his life had been debilitating, leaving him with no scholarship or prospects aside from the one his father had laid out for him. But Archie couldn’t manage business or college or even relationships when the most popular circulating rumor was that Jughead had become another casualty of gang warfare.
“That’s… great, Jug,” Archie said, for lack of a better response when he was still trying to plunge his emotional drain pipe. He hadn’t felt anything for years, which was an astounding development for someone who used to cry during Titanic, every single rewatch.“I’m really happy for you, man. Are you staying or should I get your order wrapped up to go?”
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Jughead hadn’t expected a warm welcome from anyone in town, anticipating a cold greeting instead. After all, he had disappeared without a word, not even a goodbye to those closest to him and leaving them to perhaps assume the worst of what had happened and in a town like Riverdale, there were numerous possibilities. Murder the most prevalent rumour as he had heard from his father upon his return. So when his little accomplishment was all but dismissed, Jughead had no room to blame the other and instead let it slide away. He was a boy returning from the dead a ma, the prodigal son come home but without the little fairytale ending where everyone lived happily ever after.
“I’m actually heading to my dad’s place soon. We’ve, uh—— got a lot of catching up to do,” Jughead managed after a moment, choking on tension. “You should actually come by when you get off work. That way we can talk about things. No idea how long I’ll be in town. Could be a few days, could be moving back for good.” It was impossible to say, all really depending on how his current book deal went. If issues arose, the young male would have to leave to resolve them but running away again was far from his intention.
So I just realized that my queue hasn’t been posting anything in it like replies so I’ll be manually posting those later today.
knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better. tagged by: @bcysnextdoor tagging: @southsidelover, @mapleblood, @queenv
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BASICS.
name: V
age: 24 pronouns: she / her zodiac sign: scorpio. is this a surprise? taken or single: single and happy least favorite face(s): anna kendrick and blake lively multi or single: both plots or memes?: i go for both. i prefer plots but memes can be great too and they’re just fun to get.
THREE FACTS.
i. i'm a freak about final fantasy (as if that’s a secret) ii. i never go anywhere without one of my leather jackets iii. i make being ace into pretty much a meme
EXPERIENCE.
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fluff, angst, or smut?: angst forever but i also love a mix of healthy fluff and not a big smut fan.
“That’s all you have to say for yourself after all this time?” [Archie]
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Four years past and here he was again. Just before his seventeenth birthday, Jughead had just DISAPPEARED, taking his leave from the town after everything seemed to constantly be caving in. Maybe some thought him to be another victim to the pile of corpses that plagued the town, maybe some thought he’d been kidnapped given the number of ENEMIES he had made. But it was far, far simpler than that. Just a mere case of running away from it all, just a teen seeking a new life and a new beginning. Granted, it hadn’t been easy. Sleeping on the streets and in various shelters for the first year before finding a group to stay with and work with. It was something, at least. No talk of gang violence or drugs or MURDER. Just people rebuilding.
And here Jughead was again, aged twenty-one and back in Riverdale as though nothing had ever even happened. The beanie worn on his head like any other day, the only thing of VALUE he had taken with him on day one. Greeting Archie with a simple ‘hey’ and probably not the best thing to say in the first place. “I, uh—— I’m finally close to getting that book of mine published. Got a publisher and everything ready to print. Thought now might be a good time to come back home.”
Final Fantasy XV Sentence Starters Part 2
“Our world will be delivered from the perils of the dark.”
“A chance to see you once more… who would have thought?”
“Would that I could join you…. but this moment will have to be enough.”
“It’s not right. All I wanted was to save you.”
“A small sacrifice in the greater battle.”
“She has passed.”
“You need to grow up and get over it.”
“You think you’re a king, but you’re a coward.”
“You think I like the idea of people sacrificing themselves for me, one after the other?”
“I thought you’d accepted your duty. I thought wrong.”
“Let’s be frank: my vision hasn’t improved, and probably won’t.”
“I would remain with you all. Til the very end.”
“If I can’t keep up, I will bow out.”
“One cannot lead by standing still.”
“Dude, are you seriously trying to kill me?!”
“Can you see?”
“Quit moping, keep hoping.”
“I vowed to only cry where prying eyes cannot see the tears in mine.”
“There’s so much I wanted to say, and now I’ll never have a chance.”
“Only a matter of time before we run out of room to run!”
“How does it feel to be powerless?”
“The higher you climb, the further you fall.”
“He’s got quite the skeleton in his closet.”
“You guys are like the only friends I’ve ever known.”
“Whatever. Who cares where you were born?”
“Since where does where you come from matter to you?”
“You’re no better than a burglar.”
“I shall arise as ruler of the world!”
“Kill me…end it.”
“What kind of fiend makes daemons of men?”
“Don’t die on me.”
“Many sacrificed all for the king; so must the king sacrifice himself for all.”
“That’s all you have to say for yourself after all this time?”
“Y’know, it’s hard to ask someone about their pain, but it’s just as hard to share your own with someone else.”
“Finally get to rock these threads!”
“Out of the frying pan, dot, dot, dot.”
“Rest, my love. May your soul know peace at last.”
“Off my chair, jester. The king sits there.”
“Let the games begin.”
“This time…you can rest in peace.”
“I will await you…in the beyond.”
“I’m home.”
“I walked tall.”
“The time we had together, I cherish.”
“Trust in me.”
“I’ve made my peace.”
“What can I say? You guys are the best.”
CALL ME MAYBE?
Dad;
FP tightened his lips, his jaw flexing in his cheek as he listened to Jughead recant memories that he was certain were years old by now. A surge of rage set his chest on fire hotter than any whiskey ever did and he relinquished his grip on Jughead when he skittered away in fear of hurting his boy more. His hands balled into fists beside him, yearning for contact in the least friendly way. Some asshole was going to pay for whatever they’d done to his boy be it narcotics or abuse or worse.
FP’s eyes trailed down the length of Jug’s body, accessing him for damage though the shroud of darkness before he fumbled his way through the trash of the trailer to find the flashlight he’d taken out of his tool kit some time ago when he still had a fuck to give about what he stepped on in the dark.
“Fred’s boy has been blowing up my phone every goddamn day looking for you, Jug. I would’ve killed the line if I didn’t hope you were going to call back one of these days just to say ‘fuck you, dad’,” he groused as he flipped over an old pizza box and grabbed the light from beneath it. The concentrated beam of light was blinding in his inebriated state, but his urgency outweighed his comfort so FP simply stared at it until he saw something. Bloody, bruised, dirty. FP’s heart ached through the haze of intoxication as he scrutinized Jughead more carefully beneath the light, impulsively turning his wrists too roughly to look for rope burns and cuff marks. He flipped his palms to look for missing nails and pieces of people like it was just ingrained in him to know immediately what to look for.
He crouched a little to catch Jug’s gaze, flashing the light directly into his eyes to look for head injuries. “Things were getting better, Jug. And then I screwed up and you disappeared. You don’t remember that?”
The sudden flash in the darkness caused eyes to squint shut, the teen having adjusted to the darkness after stumbling around in it for hours before reaching home and here it was practically in his eyes. Hands went up to shield them from the BLINDING light only for them to be pulled down to be inspected, something Jughead hadn’t even stopped to do properly himself as his priority had been to GET THE HELL OUT of that basement and that cabin rather than go over his injuries. Bare arms were black and blue with cuts galore, multiple track marks where something had been injected and perfect circles around his wrists where cuffs had cut into tender FLESH. Sure, Jughead had caught glimpses but had been far from a concern when he made his escape and now the sight was far too much. OVERWHELMING and once more Jughead found himself jerking away from his father, stumbling backwards until falling right over onto the floor.
The crashing of weak body against tile sent a new wave of PAIN as he cried out from it. Where fresh wounds didn’t rest, there were SCARS that hadn’t been there before, some red and angry as they still healed but others paler than the rest of his flesh which only told a tale of how long ago they had been cut into his flesh. How long? How long had he been gone, how much time was missing from his memory? What had been irritation and weariness from his trek mere moments before now had TERROR seizing his chest, tightening around his lungs as it all sank in. Tremors had begun to run down his form as he managed to push himself to sit upright, to fight through the pain momentarily.
“———What happened?” came the whisper, finally. Fear laced his voice and the anger towards his father’s state was gone even if it was momentary. The hows and whys hadn’t been on his mind until that moment, until the only thing he could see in the harsh light from the flashlight was his own abused skin. “I don’t—— I remember moving to the drive-in, remember going on a roadtrip with Archie. That’s it.” Everything else was pulled away, leaving a gaping hole in his memory and a headache when he tried to reach into its inky depths. “I don’t remember anything else.”
This here is a shipping call! What does that mean? Well that means that by liking this it means you are interested in discussing a ship between our muses.
Now, first thing’s first: This does not guarantee a ship will happen. It simply opens up the conversation. I will let you know if I am or am not interested or if we need to plot a bit first. I still reserve the right to decline. My Jughead is asexual so if you’re just looking to smut, I suggest you find someone else and leave me alone. We MUST have interacted and have a thread before and this is mutuals only. I like to ship with people I know.
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I’m hesitant to approach for a ship so this does let me know you are interested. Also please note that shipping with me will not guarantee all fluffy romance because I like to explore other topics. I won’t bash you or anything of the sort if you like this so don’t be afraid.
Kids weren’t meant to be thrown into wars but history has shown us time and time again that children can be used as pawns. Thrown into battles they were never prepared for, darkness seeping into their veins as the taste of blood filled their mouth. Innocence could be easily extinguished and snuffed out like a dying candle. The world would chew them up and spit them out where they’d be tossed into the trash. Kicked to the curb, the ‘hopeless’ children lay forgotten in the gutter where they had been left. Riverdale was no exception to this and children who once fought to be anything but, soon found themselves clad in leather and becoming what they tried so hard not to be.
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Veronica;
“CHARITY?” Veronica repeated with a cock of her eyebrow, confusion colouring her features as she looked him over. Did he really mean that? By the looks of it, it didn’t seem like he was the THUG everyone pointed him out to be. The South Side was villainized, she got that for the most part, but it seemed like it was WORSE than she’d imagined. They were a community here, a family in all sense of the word, helping each other out the BEST they could. “Sorry– Ghoulies?” she repeated once more, a little scoff at the end of her tone as she chuckled a little, holding both hands up in mock surrender as she clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth. She’d heard about the jingle jangle; her UNFORTUNATE run-in with her ex-friend Nick St. Clair reminded her of it, but she wasn’t aware that there was another gang involved in actually DEALING the drug. “Hey, I’m not judging. I used to run a few charity events in my name back in Spence,” she hummed, watching his face, wondering if he was starting to connect the dots. “– nothing like RACES though I could imagine how that could be misconstrued–”
She sat there for a few moments, listening to hm JUDGE her– her family. And maybe they’d deserved it to some extent; but for the most part it was his OPINION versus what was really going on. “A father like what? Determined to make his family’s life better?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. Was his father not the same, making sure the Serpents kept to their own? “I, for one, am never for VIOLENCE; unless threatened,” she shrugged, lifting her gaze to meet his. She didn’t know he’d hated her that much already, and he didn’t even KNOW her yet. “Maybe, instead of drawing up your own conclusions, you gather all of the facts, get to know WHO’S involved and to what extent.”
“Donations, money, toys, food. Surprised?” Serpents didn’t just have the backs of their own kind but also the whole of the southside. It was their home and something to look after. If it fell then so did they. “No one else CARES enough to help us out so we do it ourselves. There’s a lot more to serpent life than bikes or drugs or causing trouble.” Of course, there was still the dark side an Jughead wouldn’t deny that. He had his own VIOLENT tendencies buried deep down, tremors beneath the surface. There was a lot of BLOOD on the hands of the serpents, on Jughead’s own hands, and most weren’t even remotely interested in washing it off but they were far from wholly evil. Simply when it came to the southside, one couldn’t expect to keep their nose clean forever, now when HELL could come any day now. “The Ghoulies are the more CHAOTIC gang. Jingle jangle, unnecessary violence. We got our own shit to deal with but not to that level. And the difference between your ‘charity event’ and our charity is we tend to give back out of our own pockets. There aren’t any rich people pouring out for us, maybe other family who have cans or toys to spare.”
There was a sinking feeling as she began to question his logic, a feeling this Veronica knew exactly who he was speaking of. A friend, perhaps? Either way, he wasn’t so easily SWAYED when it came to that old rivalry he had heard so much of. “Yeah, make his family’s lives better—— at OUR expense. We aren’t looking to get rid of the northsiders but him and the others like him? Oh, they’d love get us the hell out of town, out of our homes.” His hands were shaking, digits clasping together in an attempt to keep that anger he could hold BENEATH the surface. Why would Jughead expect her of all people to understand? “Rich keep getting richer and the poor keep getting poorer. Sorry, but I don’t really have any SYMPATHY for people that can’t understand that and will rally behind it instead.”
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