I actually don't usually name my stories until I'm ready to post them! I know there's a question here about the document name of a WIP and that's generally just how I think of stories before I post them. I will say one of the docs I'm working in often rn is called "2 Vi 2 anca" because I think that I'm funny.
♻️ A scrapped idea for your current WIP
oh I'm about to get so stupidly granular here lol. so the WIP I'm devoting the most attention to at the moment is essentially "Vianca actor AU," BUT more complicated bc I cannot be normal about anything. So basically they get cast as the twin sisters in Smell the Roses, a musical that loosely follows the ideas in this sketch which unfortunately has occupied a significant place in my brain for *checks notes* almost two full years. This is High Drama because of course, Vic is married to Bianca's dad and also they have Personal History. I keep getting sidetracked with more ideas to torture the two of them with each other so I don't know how this ends yet, but anyway. I had been going to make the playwright in the story Jiavani, the person singing in the clip, but upon reflection I felt pretty bad about making such a ridiculously talented actor/musician "just" the playwright and also reducing her to like 2 scenes (and also u kno making the Black character pop in only like twice felt Bad), so I've made her the choreographer instead and Tamar (the VIP director) is the playwright.
🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?
I had one draft going that sort of started going in circles, so I paused and started reworking from the beginning and I think it's going better. I think the main thing I am struggling with is like.... where it's going lmao. Like obviously actually performing the show is where it ends, but what else! I'm legitimately not even sure if/when I want them to kiss or have sex in this fic, or if I want Vic to leave David (Bianca's dad), or or or.
sorry this ended up being so Vianca lmfao. thank u for asking <3
2. What’s your least favorite aspect of this character?
is it a cop-out to say that it's the fact that we never actually get to see stuff from her pov. i need to hear her internal monologue so bad i bet it's Fucked <3
12. How do they act when sick/injured? Is it obvious or do they hide it well?
Rachel is really really good at hiding literally anything that could possibly be going on with her, but even when it's becoming obvious to everyone else that she's under the weather it takes nothing short of holding her at gunpoint to get her to stop and rest it off. and when she's proper sick to the point where even she can't deny it she gives up The Facade & gets extra clingy and whiny like a sad little melodramatic cat <3
8. Describe your ideal whump scenario for this character.
slapping this one under a readmore bc i got. a wee bit carried away
(and quick CWs for suicidal ideation, emetophobia, & a mention of calorie counting)
overindulgence after a bad day.
maybe it's been a long week and her patience for everything has worn thin, or maybe she's been thinking too much and looking for a way to shut her brain up for the night. whatever the underlying issue, she’s insistent on not bothering Chloe & Max with it and instead turns to her preferred solution of invoking the sin of gluttony via getting as shitfaced as possible.
it starts out normally enough; roping people into various drinking games, finding an excuse to smoke with anyone and everyone. and then she's drinking straight from the bottle while playing cards, and she just won another couple of joints so hey why not head outside again, and everybody knows it's not a real Vortex party unless she does a line with Victoria.
and then later on when most people are starting to wind down their intake for the night Nathan offers her a tab and Vic (who is often forced by process of elimination to be the voice of reason when it comes to these three being inebriated) tries to dissuade her from it by pointing out she already has like three different substances in her system — “isn't that enough for you, you greedy son of a bitch?” — and adding another is a monumentally boneheaded idea.
but Rachel looks her dead in the eye and says, “nothing is enough for me,” way too genuinely and that's when Victoria realizes this is gonna be a Problem.
and imo Rachel is one of those people who is very much aware of her limits she just pushes them intentionally & without mercy, so even when she's starting to realize she's overdone it she just. keeps taking whatever the fuck winds up in her hands. what's another cooler? what's another cigarette? what does it matter if it feels like her head is gonna fall off any second? (Vic ends up confiscating no less than three drinks from her, which she then has herself bc she is a tripsitter by technicality alone.)
but ultimately Victoria can only run so much damage control when she's Also completely blasted and has to keep an eye on Nathan too, so she's having a Tenth Doctor choosing between Rose and Mickey moment where she has to go after Nathan instead bc she knows he's more likely to cause collateral damage But. she does call Max and has just enough remaining pride to demand rather than beg that pricefield come get Rachel because, “your girlfriend is whacked off her ass and convinced she has the drug tolerance of an elephant and i have no idea where the fuck she went but wherever it is i can't guarantee she isn't about to waterboard herself with a bottle of smirnoff.”
which is an unfortunately accurate summary bc Rachel is in fact attempting to drink More and she's at the point where she's thinking shit like i bet if i said i was taking a shot of bleach everyone would cheer me on and then maybe the applause would make it all hurt less. so when she finally pulls out her phone and sees all the missed calls and messages from Max — hey we're on the way over to get you, is everything alright? where are you? Rachel please answer I'm getting really worried — and Chloe — yo why is Chase calling at half past stupid to tell us you're being a dumbass? Rach c'mon pick up you're kinda freaking me out. you'd better just be too distracted to look at your phone and not out cold somewhere i swear to god — whatever emotional hellstorm she'd been trying to stave off finally breaks through the fifty pound haze of drugs and alcohol she's put herself in and she devolves into a big ol' shame spiral. it's definitely not the first time Chloe has seen her messed up six ways to sunday like this but she Does try really hard to keep Max from ever seeing her anything worse than drunk so the thought of them both trying to find her right now is a little too much to face.
and it was never that good of a trip to begin with but this is where it starts heading downhill fast. now that The Fun has worn off, being sloshed from several different sources is no longer the remedy she'd been pretending it was. fading in and out of feeling restless from the acid and lethargic from the alcohol, stumbling everywhere, can't keep focused long enough to think up an escape plan, and it's just starting sink in that Victoria was right (god forbid) and she shouldn't have taken up Nathan's offer because she's going to be stuck like this for a While before she starts coming down.
by the time Max and Chloe actually find her she's off all by herself white knuckling a bottle and staring at her phone and when Chloe semi-gently asks what the hell she's doing her answer is something like “oh, well I just thought the next few hours might be easier if I wasn't conscious but I've puked twice and I'm still awake so I don't think it's working.”
which pretty immediately upgrades pricefield into Hyper Crisis Mode (bc let's be real Max has been having a crisis ever since Victoria called.) so Chloe slowly detangles her from the alcohol and helps her up, and Max gives Rachel her sweater bc she's a shivering shakey wide eyed mess. and the entire time Rachel is just babbling on and on about how they're not supposed to be here, how they should be off on their own having fun and not worrying about her because she doesn't need any help, nothing is wrong, she can take care of herself. when they're walking her out to the truck she's got leftover eyeliner streaks from crying in the bathroom and she's like two shades away from being printer paper white but all anyone says to her is stuff along the lines of, “hey looks like someone had a good night!”
and once they're finally outside she turns to Max and Chloe all “see, see, you're doing it wrong. who cares if i’m fucked. you should ignore it and pretend i’m just having fun like everyone else does.”
Max is (reasonably) horrified and Chloe is like “yeah, no, that's not happening,” and so they begin the arduous process of getting her back to the dorms in one piece. they have to stop halfway bc she gets sick again and at this point she's so out of it she's laying in the backseat openly waxing poetic about how throwing up is divine punishment for losing count of her calories but at least this way she can still have breakfast with them tomorrow. poor Max is back there with her trying to keep them both from tipping over the verge of a panic attack and just barely succeeding.
then pricefield get to spend the rest of the night looking after her and trying to calm down & distract her jittery, incredibly unwell ass bc she physically can’t sleep until like 7am. Chloe conks out with her but Max is solidly in Worry Mode and stays up keeping an eye on them both. when Rachel finally wakes up she has a super mega thousand degree ultra hot knife son of a bitch wish-you-were-never-born hangover that lasts like two fucking days and she can barely keep anything down and she’s just wasting away like a waifish victorian woman on death’s doorstep in Max’s room the whole time and pricefield are running around like a pair of chickens with their heads cut off trying to take care of her and the entire time Rachel is thinking wow i sure love them and i’m so going to have the biggest breakdown known to man the minute i’m on my own.
and to top it all off she gets an “i told you so,” text from Vic <3
We haven’t interacted much, but it always makes me smile to see you in my notes. You seem like a really conscientious person, like, it’s really clear how much you care about people and various important causes.
that person: "I have no illusions that republicans are going to take any action at all, so the Democrats had better move to the right in hopes that the republicans support their plan" like that plan literally includes in its justification an explanation of why it's nonviable
right! like, is there any sign that any amount of concession would win over republicans instead of just alienating the base?
24. Any hiding spots? he’ll go through phases of having a favorite spot. sometimes he’ll spend time on one of the pushed-in dining room chairs like a typical cat. he doesn’t hide much though because he loves attention & doesn’t have much to hide from. the only time he gets really scared is when he gets sick, & then he’ll hide on one of the bottom shelves in the living room & throw up. occasionally he will do it in the fireplace. there have been a few times when i’ve been searching all over for him & i eventually find him on the desk in the kitchen which is obscured from view & where he’s not allowed to go.
54. Give them a head kiss. bubo is perfect for head kisses because he doesn’t have hair on the back of his head so you don’t get a mouth full of fur!! he was asleep & i picked him up & he said mrrph.
58. What are they doing right now? i’m in my office on my desktop, & i always drag the big dog bed in here with me when i do that, so right now he is resting on the bed next to my dog which is his favorite place to be that isn’t on my physical body.
theomenroom replied to your post “I find it amusing that so many of my friends in medieval group remain...”
it could be a leo stereotype?
I think it’s mostly that a lot of people don’t understand that introversion and extroversion are a spectrum. And they also don’t understand that I spent the last seven years seeing people for less than 10 hours each week. I could be social, and then go home and recover.
theomenroom replied to your post “Sea ships use port and starboard, so would space ships have a 3d...”
probably better to say ventral/dorsal than fore/aft since it's perpendicular to the direction of travel
totally. honestly im more comfortable with ventral/dorsal/dextral/sinistral anyway because i spent more time studying anatomy than being on an ocean vessel.
