#leronica

[ultraviolencekisses]

veronica mars textposts part 4

[verakonas]

I mean camaraderie

[illumoonated]

oh jesus oh fuck boys they've got me!! the ships are nipping at my heels!!

[bellybugzz]

My body is eating at itself from the inside out due to the mental illness that this ship is plaguing me with

[labelledamsansmerci19]

Introduction Post

All About Me!

Name: Jenny

Nationality: American

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Bi, demisexual

Age: 19

Other Qualifiers: 5w4, INTJ, Virgo, Roman Catholic, extremely anxious, hopeless romantic

Fandoms & Ships (OTPs in pink)

🩵💙 PJO/HOO: Percabeth, Frazel, Caleo, Solangelo

💜🤍 ASOUE: Quiglet, Kladora, Dunklaus

💙🖤 L & C: Locklyle

🧡💚 Derry Girls: Jerin

❤️💛 HG: Everlark, Haydove, Odesta

💙💜 N2N: Natalie x Henry

🤍🩷 AoGG: Shirbert

🩷🧡 FNL: Matt x Julie, Tyra x Landry, Eric x Tami, Tim x Lyla

💜💚 Community: Trobed, Brittajeff

❤️🖤 Stranger Things: Mileven, Lumax, Jopper, Ronance, Stonathan, Jancy

💚🩷 Veronica Mars: LoVe

Side Blogs:

Post by @labelledamsansmerci19

💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · Side Blogs · Calypso (PJO) RP: @calypso-belladonna-forever Rosalie Hale (Twilight) RP: @a-rose-by-any-other-name-15 ASOUE

Important Saints to Me:

St. Elizabeth of Hungary (Patron)

St. Cecilia (Confirmation)

St. Joan of Arc (Patron of my birthplace— NOLA!)

Music Taste:

Indie Rock, Indie Pop, folk, Neofolk, musical theater, jazz standards, old country-western

[nihansezin]

it’s always “how are you” and never “i thought our story was epic, you know. you and me. (epic how?) spanning years and continents. lives ruined, bloodshed. epic. (you really think a relationship should be that hard?) no one writes songs about the ones that come easy.”

[rainagainstthewindowatnight]

veronica mars & logan echolls

“come back to me.”

“always.”

[dog-metaphor]

whumptober 2024, day 4: hallucinations

fandom: veronica mars | characters: veronica mars, lily kane, logan echoes (briefly) | ship: veronica mars/logan echolls | trigger warnings: referenced character death | content: veronica experiences hallucinations while she's sick | word count: 641

“I’m not sick,” Veronica insists, sneezing as she does. Logan rolls his eyes, places his hands on her shoulders and pushes her gently down onto her bed. 

“Your running nose begs to differ,” he says. “You need sleep. I’m locking you up until you rest.” 

“I am fine!” she argues, but even as she does she notices just how comfortable her bed is. “Okay, maybe a little rest would be good,” she says, settling back into her pillows, “but not because I’m sick.” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, thank me after you’ve slept off the fever you’re ignoring.” Logan grins at her and turns off the light. “See you later.” 

“Bye,” she says, a little miserably. Being sick is the worst, but at least it doesn’t take her long to fall asleep. 

When she opens her eyes, it’s past five in the evening and starting to get dark out. Her curtains are drawn, so at first she doesn’t notice that someone is standing in the corner of her room. When she does, she blinks a couple of times in confusion. Her head feels foggier than it did when she fell asleep, her skin hot and her sheets damp from sweat. 

“Logan?” she asks, and her own voice feels far away, throat scratchy. A girlish giggle comes from the corner, and Veronica sits up, dizzy as she does. Definitely not Logan. 

“Who’s there?” she asks quickly. 

“Don’t recognise your own best friend, V?” the stranger asks, and then it hits Veronica: the person in the corner of her room is not a stranger. 

It’s Lily. 

“Lily?” she says aloud, in disbelief. “What - how-,” 

Lily steps into the last crack of evening light from between Veronica’s curtains and sits on the edge of the bed. Veronica doesn’t move, frozen in shock, dizzy from her fever. 

“How are you here?” she whispers to her dead best friend. Lily laughs again, but it’s not a pleasant one. It’s the laugh she would use when she was being cruel. 

“I had to come and tell you something,” Lily whispers. She edges closer to Veronica and places a cold hand on Veronica’s cheek. 

“What is it?” Veronica whispers back. She feels younger again, like they’re at a sleepover. She knows in her bones that whatever Lily is about to tell her is important. Thank you, perhaps, for finding her killer and avenging her death? That she misses her? 

“Sweet, silly Veronica,” Lily says coldly, her hand still on Veronica’s cheek. “How much of a slut do you have to be to sleep with your dead best friend’s boyfriend?” 

Veronica’s heart jumps into her throat and she pulls away from Lily’s hand on her face. She can’t see all of the details of Lily’s face through the darkness, but can picture her face: full of disdain and disgust. 

“What?” she says, her voice cracking. “We - we’re not-,” 

“Don’t try to defend yourself,” Lily hisses, crawling up to Veronica so that she’s straddling her waist, knees either side pinning her down. When Veronica speaks, she chokes on her own words. 

“I’m - I’m so sorry,” she says, tears stinging at the backs of her eyes. 

“You betrayed me,” Lily continues, voice hard. “After everything, you betrayed me.” 

“I’m sorry,” Veronica says again, the tears that have been threatening her eyes finally spilling over. Her head feels like it’s underwater, her mouth like it’s full of cotton. “I d-don’t-,” 

Lily cuts her off by pressing a hand over Veronica’s mouth. She leans forward so that the dark outline of her face is inches from Veronica’s. 

“Your apology,” she says harshly. “Means nothing.” 

A second later she’s gone, and Veronica doesn’t understand why or how, and her head aches - her heart even more. 

“I’m so sorry,” she sobs, voice breaking. “Lily, come back, please! Please, can we talk about this!” 

Lily doesn’t come back.