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Jollie. High fantasy. Go.

1.) Give me a pairing.2.) Give me an AU setting.3.) I will write you a three-sentence fic.

The world isn’t always so black and white—black knight, white knight, good knight, bad knight—and when it falls into technicolor bursts, she is always there; she is not a princess. She does not need to be saved from this ivory tower of her own choosing, black magic rumbling deep in her belly as she falls in love with the wrong wizard and thinks him a knight in shining armor. But with blood and bone and determination, he will save her anyway.

#faeven #thegroupie #like no other

She’s a distraction, after all, with her saucer-sized eyes and infectious sunshiney nature.

James Vidal on Collie

#thegroupie #//truths

Satisfaction

Written a while ago; just now transcribing. Based on my own interpretation of the characters.

She didn't mind his smoking after. She sat with her knees drawn up, chin on her kneecaps and arms wrapped around her legs; she looked tiny like this, tinier than usual, with her big baby blues blown wide with wonder. Smoke funneled out of sinfully stained red lips, smears of the rich color painting his chin and jaw, dark, sultry eyes shifting languidly from the ceiling to the girl in his bed. He looked stunning. One of his hands reached to her; he stroked her arm comfortingly and chuckled, soothing away wandering thoughts with only the warmth of his skin.

"Everything alright, baby?"

"Fine. Just...perfect." Her heart hammered when he touched her, looked at her, warm and soft and sexy and strange. She hadn't known him for long, maybe a night, but he still gave her butterflies every time he glanced in her direction. Still shortened her breath and quickened her pulse and made her want to rip the cig out of his lips and taste the smoke as it filed out of his lungs. He was perfect. He was unreal.

He was chuckling again, and tugging her softly down to lay next to him. He wrapped her in strong arms and pulled her close, blinding her with softness and affection so she couldn't see him basking in her awe, thriving on the fast-building devotion in her eyes. One hand toyed with her hair as he pulled the thin cigarette aside and exhaled.

"What's your name again, sweetness?"

"Collie. --Well." She smiled almost sheepishly at him, shyly pressing herself closer to his alien heat. "It's Columbia, but most people call me Collie."

"Mmmm...Columbia." Her name has never sounded so very close to sex until it had rolled around on his tongue like fine wine and dribbled back into her waiting ear. "I like it. It's unique, like you." She grinned at him, biting her lip a little. He made her bold; her hand snaked out and slid over his chest as she settled in closer. She missed his triumphant smirk above her head when she did that. They both knew she remembered his name, it having been the plea falling from fervent lips over and over again into the heat between them only moments before.

He combed painted fingers absently through her hair, gaze returned to the ceiling. "Do you have a place to stay, Columbia?" he asked after a long moment. She shook her head and stifled a sigh as already chilling fingers traced patterns on his exposed chest.

"I was just passin' through; don't have the dough for a hotel. I was just gonna crash--"

"Why not stay here?" Frank purred, lifting her chin with the hand lightly gripping a lit cigarette between pointer and middle finger. Her face broke into a wide grin.

"Gee, Frankie, ya' mean it?"

"Of course I do, baby."

The cig passed from one hand to another, from black shine to sparkling gold tips glinting at one end in the angry red glare beneath curling wisps of smoke. Collie's Columbia's eyes drifted shut as she inhaled the sweet tang of tobacco fused with that intangible something that was the sin in Frankie's soul, which lingered (she'd noticed) over his lips, hips, and lower regions still. On the album of her life, he was quickly becoming her favorite song. This was a life worth living, as strange and exciting and as new as the man next to her, filling her hopeful soul as beautifully as the smoke filled her lungs--and, secretly, just as substantially. This was a song worth singing, worth going on tour for.

Perhaps if she'd known then how this track would end, she would have skipped to the next one.

#littlerebeccaofsunnyhellfarm #//you wanted to see this one?#thegroupie #myinsanity

Greed and sloth. (And it's okay, get to feeling better!)

You’re too sweet, you really are. :) <3

Since I’ve done these, I’ll expand a little.

Greed: 7 things your character wants badly.

A lot of Collie’s want go back to her need to feel wanted. Her parents weren’t the happiest of couples by the time Collie split from them to follow the open road—they fought a lot through her childhood, and in their anger with one another, never took much time to be with their only daughter. She wasn’t from the best side of town, so the teachers didn’t care; by the time she found a way to feel wanted, it wasn’t in the right ways. Boys wanted her body, and when she gave it to them, she had power. She had love, and desire, and she was important—but that sort of fame never lasts long, and being one “slut” among several in a big, slummy city was never destined to end well.

It all goes back to never feeling like enough for her angry parents. She blames herself for their divorce and their anger, she feels like her existence sparked it all; they had troubles long before her birth that her presence exacerbated, but certainly never directly caused. A child was too much for them to handle, and when they finally noticed Collie spinning out of control, the overreacted. Implemented too many rules, got too stringent, made her feel even less wanted. She’s fixated on the idea of meaning something to someone, perhaps to a lot of someones, and does what she can to achieve this end.

Sloth: 2 future scenario’s your character would be happy to settle down to.

The tight spiral of her life went from need for desirability to need for gratification; she won’t settle down easily, thus the simplest and best scenario available to her in my mind being to go to Transsexual. What they would consider a well-settled life is, evidently, more than what Earth has to offer her; more fascination, more to live for, more joys and desires and wants and needs to be fulfilled in new and exciting ways,

I know it probably won’t happen, but that’s the future she dreams about, particularly in the mid-film line.

#outofcharm #thegroupie #just having a think

Greed, wrath, sloth.

Greed: 7 things your character wants badly.

In no particular order, all post-film:

To remember/understand what, how, and why it all happened to her

To have Eddie back. For apologies. For good-byes.

To have Frankie back, for explanations. For comfort.

Friends. She’s so desperately lonely post-film, and her facade feels like it’s cracking

The immortality that comes with remembrance. Specifically, she wants something to be remembered for, something good and great and worthy of admiration, to stand the test of time. (Also applies pre-film)

Love. Collie is the embodiment of the Bohemian ideals (truth, beauty, freedom, love), and while she feels the rest are well within her grasp at any given point, love feels too far away sometimes. (Also applies pre-film)

Joy. She obtains it on and off, but can’t find definition in her life or world without it. It’s why she smiles so often, even when she’s not actually happy—if she fakes it long enough, she thinks she’ll fool herself into feeling it.

Wrath: 6 things that make your character angry.

In no order, lasting implications in all eras/AUs:

Being ignored/abandoned. After the initial shock and despair pass, she’ll be unreasonably wrathful.

Cruelty, particularly in the form of dismissing someone else’s importance. See also: Collie’s speech to Frank, pre-“Floor Show”

Having her lack of intelligence pointed out to her. She’s aware of it; no need to keep pointing it out. At some point, it passes from hurt to anger.

Cruelty, again, although this time in the form of physical abuse. Collie’s got a bleeding heart and is largely unaware of Frank’s physical abuses—when and if she does become aware of them, the chances are she’ll try to justify, ignore, or gently break him of them. I do not expect great success to come from any of these tactics,

Being reminded of her negative emotions, specifically the worthlessness she feels inside. She can bring it up, but you do it and she’ll rage against you for “cruelty” (she uses the word like Sarah uses “not fair”)

Belittling people. She’s dealt with it enough in her life that bullies in general, and specifically those who belittle and/or demean others, will usually get an earful from her.

Sloth: 2 future scenario’s your character would be happy to settle down to.

Collie’s not one for a sedentary lifestyle; that said:

1- Epso facto and away from Frank’s corrosive influence, she greatly admires what Brad and Janet had, and promises herself if she met a man who loves her as dearly as Brad loved Janet, she would settle down with him. Take it slow. See what her folks used to feel.

2- It’s not settling down, per say, but if Eddie came back to her, she’d give up on the bouncing around and the parties, at least without him.

3- Included because it’s even less “settled” than the above, but if she found a way to Transsexual, Transylvania, she’d settle into whatever form of life was offered there. It’s much more her speed, I feel, than either of the two above.