#first full color comic.. i almost didnt survive..

[mavilez]

not fair

my gift to BytheBi for the haikaveh server summer exchange ☀️ i used the prompt of temporary amnesia with a happy ending. happy exchange!

[lunadreamscaper]

random VenturianTale oc headcanon post that no one asked for.

the oc in question being Marigold Casket. (Johnny Ghost's fraternal triplet sister)

- jimmy casket is afraid of Marigold. marigold almost always knows when Jimmy is fronting and when she does now she usually tackles him to make sure he doesnt attack anybody. So if Jimmy fronts and sees Marigold, his first instinct is to run away rather than attack anyone. especially since stabbing Marigold doesnt really do anything but make her mad.

-marigold mightve actually been a little too rough on jimmy the first time they met. (especially since in Sibling!au and Shatterverse Jimmy is more of a secretly scared feral cat who's only survival instinct is to kill and put on an act rather than a vindictive serial killer)

-Marigold was like the go too baby sitter for the Acachallas for a while bc she was the only one who never got eaten by Freddy the Dinosaur.

-Marigold and Gavin Toast like... dated for a week but broke it off on good terms bc the two of them were too socially awkward to be in a relationship <- (not a ship thing this is genuinely for the plot also i wouldnt stop having DREAMS ABOUT IT which means i have no choice lmfao)

-Marigold is the oldest of her siblings (by like a few minutes), Gregory/Johnny Ghost is the middle child, while Frank (Ghost's identical twin in this au) is the youngest.

-She's been pulled over by Officer Maloney several times but always drives off before getting the ticket and it's reached the point where Maloney just doesnt persue her. he wouldve stopped pulling her over too but she like almost has a new car that she totally didnt steal from a car rental lot like every other week so it's hard to keep track.

---also who's gonna win? a lousy cop with a squirt gun, or a self trained animalistic beast with fucking purple magic shit goin on who hates cops./hj

- Marigold has been tracking her serial killer cult leader father her whole life. and trying to locate her missing mother as well.

- She had a bad run in with said father (Timothy Casket) and got her arm lopped off permanently in the process.

-Marigold's an acalacam. (like Gavin in shatterverse,) in fact her whole family is. and Ghost and Frank would have never known if it wasnt for Marigold.

-she met Sam and Dean Winchester when she was like 13-14? (bc the Supernatural World is apart of the VT world in this au, unlike in the comic supernormal.)

-this is how Marigold Canonically met Leon S. Kennedy/hsrs (who is technically a canon VT character... technically.)

-marigold is an intersex demi girl, and maybe a demisexual lesbian im not sure but her labels are flexible

-parts of her hair has always been dual colored (like Ghost and Frank's... they take after their mother i believe) but due to experimentation she went through (similar to Gavin's except Marigold was already an acalacam to begin with) it changed some of hair purple??? somehow.

-lastly she is considered an honorary pie member. but not a full on member. since she is always on the move, tracking down and hunting down multiple people and groups while being tracked down herself. she cant stay with P.I.E. very long and become a full on member. she does visit pretty frequently though.

i sadly didnt include any headcanons from the second version of Sibling!au (sibling!au 2) where it includes some of the ocs of my friends who are apart of the second au. but maybe depending how well this post does/if people show interest, and/or if my friends think i should, ill drop a headcanon list including my friends's ocs 😏

lastly here's Marigold's toyhouse if you wanna look at her art and lore better 😌

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[fipindustries]

list of comics i made so far

i already shared the list of all the novels i tried to write throughout my llife so i see no reason why not to do the same with the comics i tried to work on. no i should clarify, with my lists of novels there was a clear cut distinction between what was a novel and a short story so to parse one from the other was an easy task. it should be known that i wrote hundreds of shorts stories that i havent shared with anyone. now a similar situation occurs with my comics, i have done hundreds upon hundreds of little comics, short jokes, little skits and short lived strips through my life, so in order to give this list some weight and not make it longer than the bible the criteria i used was that it had to be something i did on a regular basis or that tells a self contained story with a beggining middle and end.

now without further ado, lets begin!

spike Vanderville (age 7)

you can tell i was way more into comics than i was into novels from a young age. done with pen and folded paper, it was the story about a young kid called spike, whose design was heavily inspired by bradley from sticking around, who had magical powers which allowed him to manipulate reality. it was a mix of harry potter and a series of illustrates short stories that came in a magazine in argentina. his best friend was a scarecrow with a pumpkin head that he had brought to life, his archnemesis was a fat bully.

curiously enough i was so passionate about this project even though i had no idea what i was doing and no talent that i actually did like three full colored issues of it. my family was really proud of me. sadly those comics are completly lost to time

andrew and the monkey (age 10)

this was the classical story about a boy and his best friend the talking animal. one page comedy strips done in pen and paper. nothing too clever, just a way for me to try lame jokes mostly stolen from spongebob squarepants. not much else to it. i tried to do like a revamp in 2014 but it was short lived, as you can see the jokes didnt get any less lame

FIP industries (age 17)

mostly done in digital. yes as you can see fip is something that has followed me my whole life in quite the variety of mediums. there were as a matter of fact multiple attempts to make this comic a real thing but time and again they would peter off as i saw that my skill was just not up to the task. i think i have talked more than enough about fip industries on this blog, one interesting thing is that if you follow the link you will come across a lot of proto ideas that i had before they cemented and took their definite shape in the novel (and even after the novel i kept retconning and retooling things over and over again, fip industries is an ongoing thing that will probably last my entire lifetime)

Disregarding Reality I (age 20)

the first iteration of disregarding reality, a humorous strip done in pencil and paper, a fairly short lived affair, lasting no more than 3 months. the entire premise of the comic was an MRA activist and a feminist live together, they are friends, they argue a lot. remember 2013 guys? back when this whole politics bullshit truly kicked off online? this was before gamer gate, mind you. but by that point i had seen more than enough of it on tumblr and i was like “someone should do some scathing commentary with wit and penache” and that someone had to be me. mainly inspired by commics like f@nboys and el goonish hive and a thousand billion others that were so popular back in those halcyon days.

i got bored of it pretty quickly and it wouldnt be until three years later than i would finally decide to re-start the project but until then...

Strangers in the forest (age 21)

here comes a rather productive era in my ouvre, ink and paper, based on a short story i wrote, its about an eldritch monster pretending to be human and a ghost girl, killed by her father. they have a dispute because the monster wants to eat the corpse of the girl but the ghost doesnt want to give up her bones because its the one thing that tethers her to the mortal plane. they eventually resolve their dispute. by this point i was actually, unironically trying my best to do comics which i felt looked professional.

Song of a nightmare (age 21)

another one based on a short story i wrote. ink and paper, a private detective wakes up in the middle of the night and sees a mermaid lying in bed next to him. he spends most of the comic trying to figure out how the hell is this possible. still one of my favourite ones and certainly one of my family’s and friends favourites as well. a rather poetic tale, strongly inspired by argentinian fiction and their propensity towards magical realism, i was reading a lot of cortazar back then.

Aika (age 21)

as you can tell i was on a fucking roll that year. ink and paper, this was a story based upon a simple and basic idea that i had in my mind for years and years. i always liked the concept behind the movie “the kid” where bruce willis mysteriously comes across himself as a kid. so of course one day i came up with the idea, what if you recieved a visit from your future self... but she was a woman?

this is probably the most aggresively trans story i ever wrote in my life, it is literally about a guy realizing they are trans and breaking down over it. here is the giant kicker, i did not realize at all what i was doing. i was completly unaware of what was going on here, i was still deep deep in the closet and not even realizing i was there. it really is astounding the honesty and the rawness with which i wrote this comic and it went all over my head. a perfect example of “im such a great ally lol”

oh also there is time travel i guess. my main impetus (beyond whatever my subconcious was forcing me to do) was my desire to make a complete clusterfuck of a story, i was a huge fan of homestuck, i had read fleek and demon, i wanted to do my own take on a hypercomplicated time travel puzzle plot. other things came out on top of it but i didnt noticed them. fucking hilarious

Hello Agatha (age 21)

a comedic strip about a wacky pixie dream girl having wacky adventures with her wacky friends, one of which is a man with a toilet for a head. what a gut buster, what a knee slapper!

there is not much to say about this one, wacky surreal comedy was always my favourite and so time and again i would try my hand at it but it is surprisingly hard to do!

The /co/ ventures! (age 20 - age25)

an ongoing project done in multiple mediums. i think i said more than enough about this in here and here. it was me practiscing comics, practiscing my humor and adding my tiny grain of sand to the 4chan culture. i am proud to say these comics were actually very well liked there and that i would be recognized without a name or signature of any kind, just on the strength of my style.

the vest kind of madness (age 22)

probably one of the projects in which i put the biggest amount of effort to make it look professional. traditional inks and digital colors. a crossover that i cant believe never happened in comics considering how obvious it is. Rac Shade, the changing man and delirium of the endless, the two flagship vertigo characters associated with madness. clearly a match made in heaven.

to this day im flabbergasted i seem to be the only one to think of this.

Disregarding Reality II (age 23)

another work where i have already spilled rivers of bytes explaining my thought process behind it. after having a no good, terrible, very bad day, finding my self aimless and without purpose, deep in denial and depression, i decided to give my self a big project to have something to get me out of bed every day. these three guys came from the depths of my mind to save me.

this time leaning a lot more on silly humor and surrealism than political commentary, still insanely proud of how much i managed to make this last, almost three years, well over 200 pages! and in here i found the inspiration and the creative energy to tackle all sorts of diverse projects of which we are about to see all about.

Mama Bird (age 24)

my masterpiece.

by far the best comic i ever did. a kid with a bird for a mom. hilarious, touching, heartbreaking. it was a concept that i had come up with when i was 21. back then it was supposed to be exclusively a humorous comic strip but then i found a dramatic angle for the story and that was when everything clicked into place. that was when i realized this was a comic i had to do. and i did it. it took me five months but it was well worth it. still insanely proud of this one

Soft boys (age 25)

a weird experimental little story where i decided to sit down and deconstruct one of the most popular superpowers. super elasticity. more akin to me just mashing my toys against each other than me trying to tell a serious story. i am actually really happy with some of the art here and some of the sequences presented. particularly the final one where a brick joke twenty pages in the making finally pays off.

Hexen Snatch (age 25)

a semi spinoff to my novel FIP industries, we focus on a side character that managed to survive after the events of the novel and how they’ll manage to survive further beyond that. insanely soaked by the magical world of pact by widbow i wanted desperatly to share my own take on magic, every page is accompanied by a little text where i expand upon the lore and the way magic is supposed to work on this world. i really like the prose on those snippets and the ideas they work almost more that the comic itself with which i was not happy at all when i was working on it. i didnt like the character design, i didnt like how the art in general was coming out, i didnt like the pacing of the story or how superficially we were getting to expore this world in the comic proper. i had to take a very long hiatus just to accumulate the will to finish the comic and once i did i feel it really petered off without much of a satisfying payoff.

on some level i blame the exhaustion and frustration that i came out of this comic with for the fact that i ended up quitting disregarding reality soon afterwards.

Maxplosive (age 26)

another project that has followed me across multiple mediums. came up with an idea for a videogame back in 2015. saved it on the back pocket for a while, used it as a story within a story on my novel fan.tastic, practisced a couple of animations with the characters and eventually decided that, if my skills at videogame making were not enough, i had at least more than poven myself as a comic artist so maybe that was the definitive medium in which this idea would have to exist.

the original idea was to tell the story in two parts, the first half would introduce the character and the videogame as if the comic was a playthrough of the game. all fun and childlike and innocent. then the second half was meant to explore the life of the main character as an adult, how being “a videogame protagonist” had ruined her body, her mental health and her life. i tried all sorts of weird stuff with the format here, using reciclable assets, static camera angles and generally presenting the whole thing as if it was a videogame.

sadly the project got too big for my breaches, i was fucking exhausted back then, swamped with a bunch of other projects, my job, other responsabilities, unsatisfied with the story and with no idea where to take it. eventually i got tired, decided to skip a day, then the day became a week and then the week became a month and by then i had to face the facts, i was just no longer able to continue the comic. and so i quit not only maxplosive but disregarding reality all together.

i still did the occasional comic here and then but it wouldnt be until the very end of 20-fucking-20 that i was finally inspired to tackle a new project, my newest one, my last one....

Lapsarian (age 27)

an interesting experiment, i decided to do the whole comic in one sit and then post it chapter by chapter on a weekly basis. a surprising result of this was that i managed to do in one month the same amoung of pages that would have taken me 5 months back when i started disregarding reality, is good to see that after al this time i still got it.

took me a while to get the hang of it again and find my own style once more but once i armed up it was smooth sailing for 40 pages all the way to the end. but what is this comic even about?

its... weird, with full disclosure and no shame, it is mostly a fetish story about big lizard creatures commiting vore. the milkman had already shown me that i could do those types of stories and no lighting would come from the heavens to strike me down so i said, why not as a comic? i like to think that beyond the fetish content it is still a decent story in its own right, an interesting feedback that i got from this is that people are suprised how earnest it is, one saying something like “this is the best pitch for a fetish that i was never interested in”

Conclussion:

looking back on this im surprised, turns out i was a lot more prolific and working a lot more regularly than i expected, in here are documented ten years of creative output that never seems to wane. it was fun to do the roundabout trip and see how my style, my technice and generally my work ethic evolved through the years. another nice thing to see is the multiple formats, the multiple tools and mediums i experimented with, i find myself constantly trying new things, new methods, new angles, new interesting ideas for how to make a comic (without even getting into what to make a comic about).

something i always knew about myself was that drawing is a fundamental part of who i am, it is something that just cant be taken away from me and that will always be a part of my life one way or the other, is good to see it so plainly, in black and white, on this list. here goes for what i might be able to do in the future

[battleinhisbelly]

Sam gets too hungry after his B.E.E.S.T. injection.

Fifteen burgers sounded like a lot. But for some reason today it sounded like a reasonable amount. The first two were still warm when Sam pulled them out of the bag. He had a lot on his mind. And ate absantly as he thought.

The first thing was Sadie. She was just pleasent to think about. She nestled comfortably in his mind amid the comic books and videogames. But he found her refreshing because she was real.

The second thing was project B.E.E.S.T. Had it been a good idea to take the injection? He had heard a few members were sick this morning. That one kid, Konrad had a migraine so bad that he couldn't identify colors. And the two wolf boys were nauseated by the smell of everything at breakfast. Sadie had complained about blurry vision and Moby...well Moby seemed a bit off anyway.

Sam was fine though. He was just uncharacteristicly hungry. He reached for in the bag for his third burger but only felt about four leaft.

He broke eye contact with his computer screen just long enough to notice he was getting a little full. But his brain told him he was still hungry.

So Sam unwrapped another like warm burger eating around the outside to save the best part for last.

Was this his fourth or fifth? It didn't matter he was still kinda snacking. His stomach gave a little rumble encouraging him to slowdown.

The repetitive taste of cold grizzled meat and lack of pickles was making it hard to swallow the dry bites of burger. He pealed off the top bun and balancing the burger on his chest while he applied catchup and mustard. The next bite hit a little hard. By his seventh burger he was starting to feel a food baby kicking inside. The churning in his belly released a hard belch.

*Blurp*

That felt better. Somewhat less sluggish now he reached for burger number eight. How could he possibly be this hungry? He decided to Google sea otters diet to see if he could isolate the cause of his growly sounds.

A thick bight of the burger slid down his throat uneasily. His belly was about the size of canelop now. And about as juicy as one too. It slaushed as he adjusted in his chair, brushing the crumbs off his hoody.

He hadn't been this bloated since the time his grandpa made him try whale blubber.

He didn't have to do much scrolling to discover the reason for his insatiable need to eat. As it turned out Sea Otters have huge appetites and have to eat at least twenty five percent of their body weight.

A louder more bubbly burp squeased its way out of his belly and he gave his tired stomach a little pat.

Should he be eating this much? Maybe this was survival now. But the ninth burger sat in his stomach like a rock. His belly gurgled angerly.

For some stupid reason he thought it might settle if he pushed that tenth burger down his throat. Perhaps this achy grumble was from the new found to eat a quarter of his body weight.

His stomach muscles trembled and his chest began to fill acidic air.

*glurup*

"Ugh. God I'm full."

His stomach continued to burble and churn and he dropped the remaining half of burger 11 back in the bag. He was pretty sure if not eating proportionately to a sea otter would kill him. Eating as much as they eat would kill him first.

He stood from his chair, stretched, and instantly regreted it. He doubled over clutching the heavy knot in his stomach.

*ggggllllluuurrrrppl*

He could taste that let burger on the back of his tongue and held a fist in front of his mouth until he was sure it was all the way down

The bed in his room was small but at least he didn't have to share it with anyone. He gently sat down on the edge of his bed, and eased into the mattress.

Laying on his back made it feel like his ribs were being crushed. Laying on his side made his stomach gurgle mercilessly. And laying on his stomach was the worst position he could have chosen.

*urp.*

God these tiny burps were doing nothing to settle his stomach. He needed an anti acid, maybe two antacids.

Clutching his now sour stomach he made his way over to suitcase to check his medicine supply.

Suddenly he heard a knock at the door. Wincing as he got to his feet he limped over to it. His stomach felt enormous though it wasnt much bigger than a small melon.

Sadie stood with her arms crossed on the pther side of the door.

"Hey Sam. Have you seen Kinu? She's supposed to be my room mate."

Sams face puckered and he put a fist to his mouth.

"Hrp. No."

"You okay? I know that injection did a number on some people."

Sam's lower lip tightend on the verge of gagging.

"I just ate eleven burgers." He said said trying to hold them down. "*hic* excuse me."

"Well let me know if I need to get out of the way."

Sam looked embarrassed and the noisy grumble pounding in his tummy didn't make him feel much cooler.

"I'm fine." He choked. "Do you have any antacids?" Bubbly groans were coming from all parts of his stomach now.

"I can go check." Sadie offered.

Why had he thought that was a good idea? His belly made a glorping noise as he collapses on the bed.

*Hic* "Oohhh my tummy." He whimpered under his breath. It twisted and rumbled under his palm threatening to explode. *hic*

The knock came again but this time Sadie didnt wait for an answer. "Here. She said handing him a bottle of water and an Alcaseltzer.

"Thanks." He took the pill quickly chugging the water to activate it. The face he made told Sady that the taste was less pleasent. He smacked his lips.

"Anything else I can do?" She asked hopefully.

"Nah. This was plenty." As an after thought he added "did you ever find your room mate?"

"Yea. She's in their on the phone."

"You can stay in here then if you want." A massive belch pushed its way out of Sam. "Sorry." He said sheepishly.

"Wow your stomach really is upset." Sadie observed the uproarious gurgling.

*hic* "Hrp. Eleven burgers will do that to a guy." His said with a bit of a nauseous groan.

Almost absantly Sadie reached out one hand to gently massage Sam's unfortionate tummy.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked. His stomach was grumbling even more fiercely now which was causing him a little pain.

"Sorry." She jerked her hand back. "I wasn't-"

"No it. It felt good." Sam took her hand and gently placed it back on top of his swollen tummy.

*Gluuuuurrrppp* "Oof. Excuse me again." Sam rubbed at his stomach as it adjusted to the found space.

"Is it helping?" Sadie asked gently.

"Eh. Still feel a tad sick." Sam admitted. "There is alot of food in here right now." A wet groan in his belly surfaced and a guttural burp. He was getting tired of excusing himself.

"Your poor stomach." Sadie said giving it a little pat.

*glurp.* "Ooft. Its not so bad." Sam tried to assure her.

"I mean sure it feels like I'm some kids science fair project but I ~errrruuupp~mmm ive dealt with worse."

"Cant imagine it gets much worse than eleven burgers packed into that tiny gut."

The juices in his belly swished and whirled around. It reminded him of being a kid and tring to slurp the melted syrup out of the bottom of a freeze pop.

"I think I'm gonna try to get some sleep." Sam said burping inside in yawn. "My stomach needs a rest." His insides gave an audible agreement.

"All right. Rommie's probably off the phone any way. At least she better be. Take it easy trouble."

"Oh believe me I will."

"I hope you feel better." Sadie said as ahe closed the door.

With her around. Sam some how knew he would.

[goldstevn-blog]

In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.   

 ⌠ MARGARET QUALLEY, 19, CIS-WOMAN, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, RILEY HAYES-GOLDSTEIN! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in UNDECIDED; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of ROLLING SPLIFFS ON YOUR FAVORITE BOOKS & COMICS, RUNNING ‘TIL YOU’RE OUT OF BREATH, A MESSY ROOM/A MESSY BED/A MESSY HEAD, A MEME FOLDER MORE EXTENSIVE THAN PICS OF FAMILY & FRIENDS. when it’s the VIRGO’s birthday on 8/31, they always request their MATZOH BALL SOUP from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ jinx, 24, she/they, pst ⍀

CHARACTER PARALLELS: Daria ( Daria ), Seth Cohen ( The OC ), Veronica Sawyer( Heathers ), Ron Swanson/Ben Wyatt ( Parks & Rec ), Quentin Coldwater ( The Magicians ), Pam Beasley ( The Office ), Zari Tomaz ( Legends of Tomorrow ), Nadine ( Edge of Seventeen ), Lindsay Weir ( Freaks and Geeks )

PINTREST: [ x ] PLAYLIST: [ x ] 

LIKES & INTERESTS: Cult Classics - Movies ( Heathers, Dead Poets Society, Sixteen Candles, Ferris Buellers Day Off, Cruel Intentions, The Breakfast Club, Almost Famous ), Blue raspberry Slushies, Donuts, Judaism, Arctic Monkeys, Lana Del Rey, The Strokes, The Smiths, the color blue, writing poetry, e. e. cummings, art museums, greek mythology, rmemes, Rolling joints on her favorite books, biblical mythology, astronomy, astrology ( she finds it very entertaining in a mocking way and would never admit there’s a small part of her that enjoys it ), Star Wars, black cats, black cats named Boggart, black nail polish, tattoos, carnivals, comic books, ferris wheels, puns, the sea, jellyfish, NPR every morning, going to the beach at twilight, 4 am drives, 5am runs, spliff.

POSITIVE TRAITS: Observant, Cooperative, Strategic, Witty, Intelligent, Resilient, Morally Responsible, Loyal.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reserved, Pessimistic, Sardonic, Secretive, Curious ( it will get her into trouble ), Awkward, Suspicious.

tw: mentions of parental abandonment

When you meet Riley Goldstein, a picturesque childhood in a picturesque suburbia in Virginia is not what you would expect and yet it was exactly what she had. Born on the cusp of summer and fall, Rachel and Christopher were over the moon to have their daughter, Riley Hayes, born on August 31, 2000. Finally, a child to complete the perfect family unit. Maybe they had hoped for a boy despite what science said ( hence the name Riley & a full name for a boy they had prepared ) but, they had a daughter and for the first ten years of her life they pampered her greatly. Trips to the coast every summer to visit his side of the family where Riley was praised for being such a pretty, good girl, and what seemed like infinite love from her father was doled out as long as she was what he wanted her to be. The younger girl was cooperative, it was in her nature it seemed, because she loved seeing her parents happy with each other. As long as Riley stayed within the lines, stayed within Christopher’s lines at least, everything would be well. Even when Riley started to develop a few habits and interests that were off the wall, he brushed them aside as childhood obsessions. Never could he accept his family for what they were which is exactly why he left.

The ugly truth was, Riley was an accident and the picture painted had been a lie – not that Riley knew until then. While she knew they had gotten married young she’d never known how much exactly her mother had given up to be with her father. Rachel Hayes had left her family, forsaken her religion ( as Christopher was a very religious Christian man ), and moved from New York City into this suburbia all with the promise of a family. When Christopher left right before Riley entered middle school, Riley was forced to grow up and pick up the pieces of a broken lost woman who simply couldn’t find herself in the rubble that was the aftermath of her father leaving. 

As it was, Riley lived in a shitty town, full of shitty close minded people, full of shitty stores besides the 7/11 that had the best slushies and there were many days she just felt like total shit. She did her best to not stand out and she didn’t, she was a bit of a loner in school because at a young age she learned people left -- you could only rely on your own company to get you by. Riley became in engrossed in books, poetry, online communities, she became hungry for a life outside of her town but had no clue how to get there. When the time came to apply to colleges, she freaked out and decided that she was going to take a year off. Her self esteem couldn’t currently handle the rejections from colleges she had dreamed of attending ( though, Riley would’ve gotten in to a few had she tried -- that was the problem -- Riley didn’t often try out of fear ). For a year, she’d work, she’d be involved in her temple hours away in Bethesda when she got the chance, she’d live her life one day at a time while she figured out what to do with her life. She wasn’t special, she didn’t have any skills -- or so she thought. 

Why was Riley picked for Gallagher Academy? She was never the brightest at her school ( at least her grades didn’t show it, though her perfect SAT scores did ), she was never the most athletic ( despite going on runs everyday ), she was never the best at anything but there she was -- at college for people who were all gifted. Truthfully, she’s overwhelmed, she’s cautious, she’s scared, but sometimes she looks around and maybe thinks this might’ve been where she was meant to be. Riley is the perfect spy because she knows how to be invisible, she watches people, when she’s not trying to drown her brain in alcohol, weed or cigarettes, she’s sharp and is able to point out trends, her journals and diaries full of notes about people, how they tick, their little quirks, her observations. You’re able to forget she’s there and she’s able handle herself in high stress situations when it comes down to it. Gallagher Academy saw a girl who COULD reach her potential but didn’t know how, they saw a nobody with barely any family or friends who they could mold, they saw a girl who needed the right push to be someone great. Her biggest hurdle? How she sees herself, how she views the world and her place in it. 

LIL THINGS

riley’s aesthetic is if lana del rey and weird al yankovic had a baby!

loves water

her judaism is extremely important to her, i have detailed hcs about it if you wanna ask but her favorite holiday is yom kippur which is NOT a happy holiday 

i’ve been toying with her future and what she could do and honestly i could see riley in both research + development, mcguyver survival skills or drivers ed!! 

deals with depression and GAD!! i imagine she’s been in and out of therapy, but i could see her going into it properly once school started via the school to help her out?? 

is trying to find a balance between rambling and being monosyllabic LMAO like sis is not the best at carrying convos like the social skills DEFINITELY need some work despite being really good at reading and observing people 

writes and writes and writes and WRITES, writes poetry sure, but often writes about what she sees, who she sees, what is going on with her, her emotions, the world around her, you can always find her with her journal scribbling something 

extremely sardonic, her humor can be very subtle 

changed her name to riley hayes-goldstein, to honor her mother’s side of the family. she wanted to get rid of the hayes completely but something just made her?? tack on the name instead of remove it

did track and field in school and was honestly REALLY good at long distance running, could’ve been the best, but she just didnt want that kind of recognition or attention 

if you wanna plot please like this and i’ll come to you!!