Tink Bell

[the-talented-tink]

About Tink

Archetype — The Joker

Birthday — July 30th, 1997

Zodiac Sign — Leo

MBTI — ESFP-T

Enneagram — Type 4

Temperament — Sanguine

Hogwarts House — Gryffindor Primary, Slytherin Secondary

Moral Alignment — chaotic neutral

Primary Vice — Vain and Stubborn

Primary Virtue — Brave

Element — Fire

Overview:

Mother — 

Father — 

Mother’s Occupation — Tinker

Father’s Occupation — Tinker

Family Finances — average

Birth Order — Oldest

Brothers —  None

Sisters — Sister Peri

Other Close Family — none

Best Friend — none

Other Friends — Karen, Simba, other Swynlakers

Enemies — tbd

Pets — none yet

Home Life During Childhood — It was a pretty nice home life in the Hollow. She lived pretty cozy

Town or City Name(s) — Swynlake

What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — Her room was full of chaotic creations and pictures of different talents.

Any Sports or Clubs — none

Favorite Toy or Game — Mouse Polo and Capture the Gooseberry

Schooling — she didn’t do that well

Favorite Subject — Breaks

Popular or Loner — Somewhere in the middle

Important Experiences or Events — figuring out her talent, trying pride uni, creating Pixie’s and leaving for the U.S.

Nationality — British

Culture — Fairy culture of Pixie Hollow

Religion and beliefs — Atheist

Physical Appearance

Face Claim —  Florence Pugh

Complexion — white

Hair Colour — blonde

Eye Colour — green

Height — 5’4”

Build — skinny

Tattoos — plenty, will describe in a post later

Piercings — several, nose and ears

Common Hairstyle — in an updo or down mostly

Clothing Style — depends on what she’s doing. Comfort or cute clothes or party clothes

Mannerisms — still working that out rn.

Usual Expression — a smug little grin

Health

Overall (do they get sick easily)? —  not typically

Physical Ailments — none currently

Neurological Conditions — none she would acknowledge

Allergies —  none

Grooming Habits — she keeps herself pretty clean, often lazy to shave though

Sleeping Habits — will sleep like the dead, goes to bed late

Eating Habits — loves food but forgets to eat sometimes

Exercise Habits —  when she has to

Emotional Stability — relatively unstable

Body Temperature — normal

Sociability — very social

Addictions — to energy drinks mainly but tbd

Drug Use — occasional

Alcohol Use — pretty regular

Your Character’s Character: 

Bad Habits — so many things. Being late to things, arguing with people she doesn’t agree with

Good Habits — she keeps in touch with people, reaches out first to schedule hang outs

Best Characteristic — Independent

Worst Characteristic — Vain and a Jealous streak a mile wide

Worst Memory — failing her attempts at different apprenticeships, and now also her recent break up

Best Memory — creating Pixie’s and seeing how it’s grown

Proud of — Pixie’s

Embarrassed by — her own history

Driving Style — no one allow this woman to drive

Strong Points — Confident and capable

Temperament — Choleric

Attitude — Cocky

Weakness — Overconfidence

Fears — Failure

Phobias — afraid of being tied down

Secrets — it’s actually her fault she got dumped because she lost her cool

Regrets — not having more to show for her life so far

Feels Vulnerable When — she can’t put up a front about things, when someone sees her for who she really is

Pet Peeves — people slurping loudly. blegh.

Conflicts — Anti-Magicks, herself half the time

Motivation — to be more successful than she is now

Short Term Goals and Hopes — to get her act together and improve her situation

Long Term Goals and Hopes — to become a true success and the envy of others lol

Sexuality — bi bi bi

Exercise Routine  — what? No 

Day or Night Person — Night person

Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert

Optimist or Pessimist — Pessimist possibly 

Greatest Want — to be seen as as talented as she thinks she is

Greatest Need — to figure out where her place is

[rylandsgrace]

Florence Pugh Shows Off Her Contortionist Skills

[ianime0]

Peter Pan (1953) dir. Clyde Geronimi, Wilfred Jackson and Hamilton Luske

[thesoldiersminute]

Marcella Season 1 | Episode 2

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TINKERBELL in Peter Pan (1953)

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Florence Pugh British Vogue (2024)

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Peter Pan (1953) | Tinker Bell. Tink! Come here. You’re charged with high treason, Tink. Are you guilty or not guilty? Guilty? But don’t ya know ya might have killed her?

[experienceandobservation]

Florence Pugh | Coach Celebrates Creative Director Stuart Vevers OBE Award in London, England | June 26, 2025 | 📷 Alex Babsky

[the-talented-tink]

There Are Storms We Cannot Weather | MAFIA/RAS

tw: major character death, mentions of blood, violence, bomb, explosion

@gem-morey @into-the-voyd @miss-holleyshiftwell

In which there is a faulty bomb, a fight to control it, and an explosion that ends in tragedy...

TINK:

Something was wrong. Shit. One of the bombs hadn’t detonated. One of the tasks Tink was set with had gone wrong. And there was NO way it was her fault, because Tink was sure she had inspected them both and made sure they worked the way they were supposed to. Unless she’d missed something! Tink…refused to believe she had missed something. That would be a terrible mistake and another embarrassing moment on her part. Tink would just have to go fix it. She took off up the stairs, losing patience and shrinking to fairy size to fly and be faster about it. It got her up to the right floor a lot easier. She went back to human size as she hurried toward the room where the bomb had been set. She rounded the corner and spotted the bomb just where it had been left…perfectly intact. Shit. Double shit. Bloody well triple shit. If this thing didn’t go off….no. It was going to go off. Tink scowled and rushed over to the bomb, carefully picking it up and studying the mechanics of it and… “what the hell?” She blurted. The damn wires were tampered with! She scowled and pulled out the little tools she’d brought with her just in case, glowering at the device. “Now I know it wasn’t me, and when this shit ends the right person better be roasted for this one,” she grumbled to herself as she started carefully trying to reset the wires. This sort of thing required more precision than speed, lest she blow herself up with this instead.

HOLLEY:

“Step away from the bomb.” Holley raised her gun, aiming it right at Tink. She’d really really hoped it wouldn’t be Tink. But since she’d spotted Tink on the CCTV footage outside Thomas Harrington’s house, Holley had a sinking suspicion that one way or another she’d encounter Tink. She just hoped it wouldn’t be like this. Holley had found the bomb and disarmed it, and she waited. She could fix this. She just had to convince Tink that there was another way. “You don’t have to do this,” she said. “Step away and we can talk and find another solution.”

TINK:

And suddenly there was a gun pointed right at Tink. Great. Because it wasn’t stressful enough to tinker with a bomb. But she had to tinker with the bomb. She had a job to do. And she wasn’t going to fail. Not now at the last minute because of one person. She scoffed, drawing the bomb closer to her so she could adjust another wire. “Yeah right mate. There is no other solution here. I’ve got a job to do here, and really you should get the hell outta here before it fucks you up.” Tink added. “Or you know, it’s your funeral I guess.” She had never had a problem with Holley personally. Not until now. She managed to reconnect a wire where it needed to be. “Quit pointing that thing at me and go.”

HOLLEY:

“What are you all hoping to accomplish with this?” Holley tried to keep her voice steady. Slowly, she lowered the gun, tucking it into her holster, and raised both hands in a surrender. “Just more death and destruction? It doesn’t have to be like this. Whatever you’re trying to do for Magicks, we can work together — and no one has to get hurt in the process.” She understood what MAFIA wanted. The world had been unfair to Magicks for far too long. But this wasn’t the answer. This was spreading fear without any direct action. She took a step forward. “I know you’re better than this, Tink. You’re a pillar of the community. Swynlake loves you.”

TINK:

“Someone like you would never understand,” Tink remarked coolly, because when would a mundus like her ever understand what things felt like? Or the complex situation for a fairy and the way that fairies were used for tourism by this town so easily. It was revolting. It struck her a little harder than she liked, the implication that she was better. That she was loved and all that. That she was above her basic selfish interests. Ha. It was laughable. And honestly Swynlake didn’t love her enough if she always had to feel like there was something not quite right about herself. She grimaced and drew back a little, adjusting another wire on the bomb. “You don’t know me at all. And you don’t know what this could do for other people. Interpride’s a corrupt shit show as it is. This town is owned by one family and wants to act like things will ever benefit magicks in truth. But I know better. It’s all a damn show.” Tink fidgeted with the wire for a moment and sighed. “Get out of here Holley,” Tink said after a moment. She might have her mission but… that didn’t mean she necessarily wanted Holley to blow up in front of her eyes. If she were truly honest she didn’t really personally want to witness people getting blown up. Kind of grotesque. “If you leave now you’ll still have time to get somewhere safe or something.”

HOLLEY:

Holley couldn’t do that. Holley wasn’t going to walk away while Tink blew up InterPride. Not when she could help. Not when she could stop this. But for a moment, she made it look like that’s what she was going to do. She made her eyes widen and she almost took a step back, waiting for Tink to turn her attention back to the bomb. Then she lunged forward and tackled Tink. “It’ll be easier if you surrender!” Holley repeated, straining to pin Tink’s hands above her head.

TINK:

Two things happened all at once: Tink tried to tweak another wire, and that bitch Holley tackled her and knocked the thing out of her hands. Shit! There was a very good chance the damn thing would have been jostled in the wrong way. Bloody fool! In any other moment, in any other situation Tink would probably find it hot to be tackled and pinned by someone as good looking as Holley. Admittedly even now she had to take a moment to appreciate how hot it was. That said, Tink couldn’t let this bitch get away with it. She bucked her hips up to try and dislodge her that way first. After all, if she didn’t have to smack their heads together somehow then she wouldn’t. After all, she rather liked how she looked. There was no reason to fuck her face up for this. “Fat chance,” Tink snarked, bucking her hips again and this time twisting and lunging forward to try to bite one of Holley’s arms. She’d absolutely have to let go then now wouldn’t she? “Back the hell off!”

HOLLEY:

Holley was able to pin Tink down with the sheer force of her own hips. But Tink wasn’t playing nice. Not that Holley had expected her to. RAS combat training focused on apprehending even the most unpredictable offenders, with an emphasis on disarming and subduing. Still, Holley was taken off guard when Tink lunged forward and bit her on the arm. She shouted, instinctively jerking away, which caused her grip on Tink’s hands to slip slightly. She tried to make up for it by pressing her other forearm to Tink’s hands, but she knew it was an awkward position that wouldn’t hold. “I’m not going to!” Holley said. “You can still come back from this, Tink!” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the bomb. She swallowed. Even if Tink wasn’t playing nice, Holley could still fix this. She leapt off Tink and dove towards the bomb.

TINK:

“You’re a bloody fool! That thing is faulty!” And she hadn’t had a chance to fix it yet. It could go off at any second now because this idiot had pinned her. Thankfully the bite had done what it needed to so she could also lunge toward the bomb, reaching out to try and yank Holley’s hair or shirt or whatever the fuck she could grab to pull her back from the damn thing so she could get it. It was…so…close. Tink knocked her hip against Holley’s and tried to use her wings to propel her a little faster toward the bomb. The sooner she got it together the better. This could only go south if she didn’t get back to it.

GEM:

Gem’s heart was in his throat. All he could think about was how stupid this was. With every step that he ran further into the building set to be condemned by MAFIA, he could only think of all the steps that had led him here. Sleeping on a slide. Hiding from the cops. All the detentions. Burning down the school. The prison cell he’d called home for five years. Feeling his brothers’ judgement, even when they said they loved him anyway. The crushing weight of knowing he wasn’t good enough. That no one would understand. Fight club. Getting beat to shit by the cops. Snow’s gentle touch. How he craved more of it. Penny’s laugh and how fast she was growing. He wanted to control his powers and MAFIA had given him that. They’d unlocked the world. They’d also unlocked his fury. They’d turned him into a gun—load, aim, fire. And now, his whole life was about to be blown to fucking pieces. Unless he could find the bomb. Do—something with it. (He was really counting on his magic to come in clutch.) And, if not, yeah–sure. He’d die. If it meant everyone else lived. It was a crapshoot if he’d even find it. Gem didn’t know where they’d hidden the bombs. There was still a ringing in his ears from the first one going off. His post was abandoned. Everything was shit. He had one chance. His knowledge of InterPride’s schematics were fuzzy—he’d been called in to fix things here or there over the years, but that was it. So, he went to where he figured the building was weakest. He’d advised on it anyway, though, at the time, it had long been before bombs and kidnappings. He heard scuffling up ahead. Not part of the plan. “What the fuck?” Gem said, panting as he skid into the room, taking in the sight of Holley and Tink clawing at each other.

HOLLEY:

Was Gem part of this? How deep did MAFIA’s roots spread? Holley looked at Gem, eyes wide, her mouth falling open slightly. Him, too? She prayed that he was just a civilian, caught up in this whirlwind, looking for an escape, for people to help. But she didn’t know for sure. She couldn’t know. Maybe she didn’t want to. Her grip slipped. Maybe it was her fault, in the end. She hesitated. An agent should never hesitate.

TINK:

Oh thank fuck. Gem popped up. Tink didn’t have to work past Holley on her own. And she paused. Just enough. Just barely enough, but it allowed for Tink to lunge again, getting a hold of the bomb and drawing away from the woman. For a moment, Tink grinned in triumph, glancing down at the bomb that she would adjust…. That she’d make sure would go off once she and Gem got bloody well out of there. But as she got a better look at it, she noticed the damage to the device. It didn’t look mendable. Tink looked up in panic, trying to catch Gem’s eye. She started to reach for her dust, to push Gem back, to maybe send the bomb further from them…to do something. But time had run out. And then she lost sense of everything as the whole room shook with a loud BANG! The bomb went off in her hands.

GEM:

There was only a split second. Gem heard a soft click. Like a belt buckle sliding into place. Like a penny dropped in a well. Like the sound of Snow’s jewelry when she took it off at night and laid it on the armoire. It was gentle. Nonthreatening. But Gem’s instincts told him otherwise. Holley and Tink stood just a foot or so apart. The bomb between them. Gem between them. Holley, whom Gem had had a school boy’s crush on several years ago. It had been silly and sweet. He still remembered dancing with her at prom. She had always been so kind to him. What was she doing here? Wrestling for a bomb? He couldn’t make it make sense. Tink, whom Gem had gone on countless missions with. Who he partied with. Who kept him in and out of trouble in equal measure. Who always matched his energy. His partner in crime. The Beatrice to his Benedick. His Lady Disdain. Click. Gem didn’t even think. Or maybe he did. He would spend the rest of his life wondering how he’d made his choice. Or if he even had. And if it was the right one. His boot squeaked across the linoleum office floor as he launched himself at Holley.

HOLLEY:

Holley barely had a chance to react before Gem threw himself on her and the two of them rolled out of the way. Her shoulder slammed into the ground and her head hit the wall and she yelped in pain — That was all lost in a big noise, though. It was loud. Holley’s ears rang. She could feel her heart beating in her throat. She could feel Gem’s body on top of her, heavy and warm and strong. There was so much smoke, thick and choking her lungs. She did her best to remember what the RAS training manual said to do in the event of a bomb. She couldn’t see. She reached her hands out on the cold hard floor, stretching her fingers, trying to cling to something, anything — She could move her body. Her ears rang, but she could move her hands and her legs. Her body was banged and bruised and she would have to get her head checked for a concussion. But she could move and if she could move, she could stand, and if she could stand, she could walk, and if she could walk, she could help. “I’m fine,” she quickly told Gem once she got up. She checked her holster to make sure her gun was still on her, and then glanced back at Gem. Somewhere from down below, there was screaming. Who knew how many more bombs there were? What else had MAFIA planned? “I have to go help,” she said, but Gem had already bolted away. Probably searching for Tink. Holley felt a lump in her throat. She swallowed it. Her head throbbed. If Tink was in that smoke, if she’d been holding that bomb — There was not much she could do. Not much Gem could do. The screaming continued. The panic. Holley charged towards the chaos to help.

GEM:

The blast knocked Gem clear off his feet. It didn’t matter that he was fireproof, because that wasn’t all an explosion was. His own flames explode across his shoulders and back. All he could do was tuck Holley close and try to not crush her as they fell to the ground. He didn’t know how well he succeeded in that, because for a moment, everything went dark. When his eyes blinked open, it was to chaos–the windows to the conference room had been blown out. Dust was swirling through the air, mingling with the smoke from a few fires burning over the rubble of destroyed desks. There was a gaping hole in the wall, wires hanging from the ceiling like viscera. His ears were ringing. One of them was bleeding. He felt dizzy and nauseous. Did he have another concussion? Had his eardrum been blown out? Had he broken his wrist in the fall? It didn’t matter. He shook his head, his feet scrambling under him–trying to get feeling back so he could roll off of Holley. “Are you okay?” he asked her. She was covered in soot, but on first glance, he didn’t see any burns and blood–which was what he was most worried about. She was fine. And he was fine. But Tink— Gem scrambled onto his knees, twisting around. He couldn’t see her anywhere. “Tink! TT!” he shouted, then coughed as his damaged lungs, tightened with dread, protested. “Tink?” He pushed himself up, using his good hand. His boots kicked over a piece of the ceiling panels. He stood unevenly, the toe of his other boot pressing on the mangled wire frame of—something unrecognizable. He heard something scuffle and he stumbled over the debris towards the sound, pushing what he could out of the way, until he caught a flash of blonde hair. “Tink!” Gem grabbed the overturned desk and hauled it off of his friend, ignoring the screaming protest of his injured wrist. “Shit, Tink—” he fell to his knees next to her.

TINK:

It all happened in a flash. One minute Tink was frantically trying to fix the bomb, hoping and losing hope. Then she thought she might push Gem away. If she just threw her dust maybe- And then everything exploded and Tink was in the air. It wasn’t flying, it was nothing so steady. It was tumbling gracelessly and colliding with what must have been part of a wall. Or was it the ceiling? Everything was coming apart, pieces of the building falling everywhere. And then it was like a fire in her veins, in her whole body. Everything screaming out at once to tell her something was deeply wrong. Her ears were ringing, and it took her a minute to register that someone was yelling for her. That Gem was shouting her name. Was it Gem? Was Gem okay? “Gem!” She tried to shout, though her voice came out more hoarse than she expected. She doubted anyone would hear her in the chaos. A moment later one heavy weight that had been on her suddenly lifted, and she was able to look up at her close friend. “Gem,” she repeated, this time with a tinge of relief. He was okay. Was she okay? Tink tried to lift her arm, her hand. It felt like trying to fly when her wings were wet. Like everything was glued together. “I can’t….I can’t move,” Tink said after a moment. She couldn’t even tilt her head to look at the damage. Maybe that was for the best.

GEM:

The relief at having found Tink was quickly washed away as Gem took in the damage. The supersuit hid a lot of it, tightening around Tink’s broken body and holding everything in–but Gem could see the blood soak her chest, the way her breath was stuttering in her lungs. He could smell the burns, see them black and red and white, covering both of her arms. The way her blood matted her hair to her head. But worse than all of that were Tink’s words. He almost didn’t hear them. Everything still sounded like it was underwater. His own eardrums fucked by the blast. His hands reached out, hovering over her, unsure where to put them. Nowhere looked safe. All of them would probably hurt her. Eventually, he put his hands under her shoulders and slid her upper body onto his lap. “I don’t—it’s–you’re gonna be fine,” Gem told her, though the tears on his face and the tremble in his own voice probably gave away the lie. If Snow was here, she could fix her—but what could Gem’s fire do? It was fire that had done this in the first place. He couldn’t reverse it. If he tried, he’d only be able to make it worse. All he ever did was make things worse. “You’re gonna be fine,” he repeated, sounding very small and young and lost. “It’s–I’m gonna figure out a way to help. We’re gonna make it out of this.”

TINK:

Tink didn’t know much (or anything) about medicine but…she was pretty sure she was as far away from fine as could be. She’d been in messes before. She’d broken an arm once, she’d cut up her legs once because of some broken glass. She’d felt pain before. This was beyond anything she had ever felt before. “I’m gonna be…be fine,” Tink echoed, a weak raspy laugh escaping her as she did. She wanted to be fine. There were spots in her vision though, and she had to work really hard to focus her gaze on Gem, on one of her closest friends in the world. Gem had lifted her and she barely bit back the groan of pain she felt deep in her. But for once, she didn’t want to make things worse for someone else. For Gem. She was pretty sure she loved him more as a friend than she could ever love her husband, even though her husband appealed to every part of her vanity. It all didn’t really matter now…did it? Her breaths rattled in her chest, each one feeling more and more painful. She hissed and reached up, fighting through the agonizing pain to put her hand on Gem’s arm. “S okay Gem,” Tink managed weakly. “You should get outta here…” Tink added. He didn’t need to go down here. He had Snow and his whole family after all. “Just… do me a solid ‘n make sure my face doesn’t…doesn’t look like shit when I’m gone..” Even now, in this moment, Tink didn’t want to imagine her face hideous in death. Because surely, this was it. The strength was fading from her by the minute. “Gem, don’t-” Tink started to say but her breath finally failed her, the weak grip she had on Gem dropping even as her head fell against his chest. And then everything went still.

GEM:

Gem didn’t need to be his golden star surgeon of a brother to know that Tink was dying. That whatever had happened to her was too fucked up to ever be reversed. And he didn’t need anyone to tell him that it was his fault. He had made a choice, in that last split second, to save someone else. Instead of one of the only people outside of his own family that he cared about. But one of them had been holding a bomb. He didn’t know how this had happened. None of it had been his intention. If there was one thing that Gem had learned in life, it was that it didn’t matter what your intentions were. There was no nuance for mistakes. And once you committed them, there was no reversing it. The consequences for a mistake were just as real as anything else. And Tink dying was very real. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, which was clammy as he touched her face, moving her hair away. Warmth pooled in the spaces between them as she bled onto his own shirt. She was pale, her lips tinged gold. She was trembling. His hand hovered over her, trying to find a place to press, to stop the bleeding. His tears were making everything blurry again. “Maybe I–I can cauterize–I can stop–” Tink put her hand on his arm. “No,” Gem croaked, pulling her closer, like she was slipping away from him. Instead of getting heavier and heavier. Her eyes softened. “Don’t—don’t what? Tink?” Her name burst out of him but it was as quiet as the dropping of a pin. He felt the moment her body slackened. He must’ve heard her strong, brave, silly, reckless heart stop beating. Or maybe he felt it, as his own started beating ragged and out of time. “Tink, nonono–” He gathered her further in his arms, panicked and not ready to let go. He clutched her to him, like somehow he could bring her back with just a touch. Maybe, if he could just get her to Snow…

VOYD/KAREN:

Everything was fucked. The chaos was the point. The noise, the blood, the fear– that had been on expedited delivery and served up fresh. At first Voyd thrived, bouncing around the gala room and making horror wherever they landed, using their voids like trap doors to catch people from scrambling out the front door and dumping them straight back into the crossfire. But then the tides turned. Their allies started to fall. It wasn’t a game anymore, and Voyd needed to get their people and leave. Where were the rest of their squad? The bomb. The second bomb. It exploded with a roar, shaking InterPride and calling out to them. “BRB!” they shouted to Goanna and Lupe. But when they arrived on-scene, it wasn’t a victorious Think Tank they found– it was a broken one, crushed under furniture. Gem, a few feet away, asking a RAS agent if she was okay. He didn’t even notice Karen had portalled into the scene, especially as the smoke billowed around the wreckage. They watched Gem stumble to Tink. Watched him try to fix his mistake. Heard Tink’s last words– a plea: “Gem–don’t–” Behind the mask, Karen saw a very different explosion– one that ripped through her friend, Simon, years ago at the original Abracadabra bust-up. They felt its scorching heat, the pressure against their chest as the power of the blast forced Karen back. Their eyes stung– they tasted blood and sweat. They saw Simon’s beautiful feathers float through the air, like Japan’s cherry blossoms in spring, before settling in a pile around what was left of Karen’s friend. Karen relived that first death all over again. Their cheeks were wet, their whole body trembling. Then they fell to their knees and screamed. Around them, the air crackled with strange energy, teal-colored sparks jumping off their suit. When they looked up, they were faceless– the mask took care of that. But their fists clenched, and that was the only sign Gem had. “YOU KILLED HER–” Voyd bellowed and flung themselves at Gem.

GEM:

A scream rent the air, but it sounded very far away. Like the wail of a siren. It could’ve been downstairs. Outside the building…he wouldn’t have been able to tell. He didn’t sense the immediate danger of it. Not until the tint of the whole room changed and he felt the electrical energy crackling at his skin, like touching his tongue to a battery. That was the only warning he had. Gem only just managed to scramble back as Karen tried to tackle him backwards, tearing at his super suit. He threw an elbow towards their face and then a knee in the gut that he’d tucked up in the split second he’d had to prepare for their assault. There was no time to defend himself with his words. Gem didn’t want to anyway. There was nothing to say that would be the truth. He had killed Tink—by inaction, if not a direct action. Karen’s accusation had pierced him straight through the heart. He almost didn’t even fight back. It was all instinct. They clawed at each other. Both furious and full of grief, They bit at each other instead of the hand that had fed them both the bullshit that put them here and killed Tink. He managed to throw Karen off him and into one of the overturned tables. Scrambling up, he bolted for the door.

[the-talented-tink]

A Rat Is A Rat | Kink Texts

Tink tells Karen what Gem told her for his own good... [dated June 18th]

@into-the-voyd

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We’re Watching You Hey, Don't Did Something Bad

Tink: hey Tink: listen i have to tell u something Tink [deleted]: is this a bad idea? Tink [deleted]: but a real mate is one who calls you on your dumbassery Tink [deleted]: or ur decision to get badly done highlights Tink: on the scale of dumbassery i don’t think it’s a 10 out of 10 buuuut Tink: i think u oughta know

Karen: ??? is this coming from bad bitch Think Tank? Karen: like officially (™)

Tink: ummm ig? Tink: its officially an issue sooooo Tink: gem did something stupid and i figured i should tell you so it doesn’t somehow blow up or something

Karen: wow hate to hear that Karen: what did he do?

Tink: he told his family!!!! Tink: like NOT the deets or whatever Tink: but he warned them about Interpride!!

Karen: wait seriously?? Karen: like all fucking six brothers plus his parents? Karen: what the fuck did he say

Tink: all i know is he told his brothers Tink: but they probably would tell his parents like there’s so many of them one’s bound to Tink: i told him he was probably putting them at risk by saying something Tink: and he said the plan is putting them the most at risk Tink: i asked him specifics and he just told them to ‘stay away’ Tink: i trust that’s true but still it was pretty reckless

Karen: uh yeah Karen: he ratted Karen: we just had a fucking rat. And he ratted. Karen: that means we can’t trust a thing he says anymore tink

Tink: i mean… Tink: Karen he’s still my friend Tink: like i told you cause i didn’t want bill to lose his shit on him Tink: i don’t think he meant to mess with the plan Tink: i mean it was stupid but he swears he didn’t give them any sort of details

Karen: he’s my friend too, Tink Karen: he’s also my responsibility. I’m his squad leader so I have to do something about this Karen: ugh Karen: thanks for telling me at least

Tink: sure. Tink: you won’t… Tink: i mean it won’t be too bad…right?

Karen: i dunno Karen: i’ll try to advocate for him but a rat is a rat Karen: and we can’t fuck this mission up. You get that right? After what happened at the RAS HQ? This mission is important

Tink: yeah i know Tink: of course it is! Tink: i won’t let the team down and Gem won’t either Tink: we’ll make it happen

Karen: yeah we have to Karen: thanks again tink Karen: ugh guess i’ll go handle this

[gem-mohanty]

Did Something Bad🔥[Gemink]

In which Gem confides in Tink that he betrayed MAFIA...[takes place: June 18]

@the-talented-tink

[cw -- discussions of violence]

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further reading...

We’re Watching You Hey, Don't

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[link here]

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[dr-drckken]

What's Yours Is Mine And What's Mine Is Mine || Drink

[dr-drckken]

@the-talented-tink

His dark eyes glanced back and forth between the arm and the woman, observing her as she looked at his work. It was such an odd feeling, having someone talking about his work and it not being with a mocking tone or cracking jokes about him or what he had created. Granted, he hadn't told her why he was attempting to build himself a robot, but still. It was nice. It was...what he had always craved as a kid, all the way to now as a grown adult.

Unknown to Drakken, she was echoing his own thoughts on the suggestion of iridium. It wasn't exactly easy to come by, but if he deemed it necessary for a project he would do whatever it took to get it for himself. Stealing, cheating, and lying all on the table.

"Of course," he echoed with a nod of approval. Then, wanting to hear more of her compliments and thoughts, he quickly turned the game controller off and set it down. "Here, speaking of metals, let me show you this!!"

He waved her further down the table where slabs of seemingly metal material sat, stacked like tiles. Drakken picked one up and displayed it for her to see, then he let go with one hand and shook. The material wavered as if he was doing it to a piece of paper, bending and flowing with the motion until he stopped and it stilled, going back into that solid form. He let it fall and it bounced like a rubber ball might before flopping over flat, smacking with a hard solid sound against the table's surface once more.

[the-talented-tink]

Drakken wanted to show her more and Tink lit up. It was nice to be able to have a conversation with someone who just...got it. The materials she suggested weren't confusing or strange to him. He'd already been thinking about them. Of course he had. He seemed to have a brilliant mind.

Tink would be jealous if she weren't so delighted with having a conversation like this. She followed him over to take a look at the material that he had stacked.

And then he moved it and the whole form of it changed. The material bent and moved so beautifully that Tink almost thought it should be captured on camera somehow. It was stunning. "That's...wow. How did you make that work? I mean it looked so solid but then the movement..." Tink stepped even closer, leaning in so she could get a better look at the material. "What material is this?"

@dr-drckken

[roland-doylebaby]

Kings cup // Roland Open

[roland-doylebaby]

Roland’s head snapped up like a dog hearing the treat bag crinkle—eyes already lit, grin locked and loaded.

“Oh hell yeah, we got a live one!” he barked, hand slapping the table in pure joy. “See, that’s the exact energy I’m lookin’ for! You hear that? She said risqué! That’s French for ‘down to party,’ right?”

He shuffled the cards with chaotic flair, the edges of them slapping fast in his hands. “Alright, alright—look. I technically know the rules. But sometimes you gotta throw in a fake one, y’know? A little test. Weed out the wet blankets. If someone flips the tiny green man off their cup without question? They’re in. No hesitation, no whining, just vibes.”

He gave her a very serious nod, then held up a nine like it was a royal decree. “And if you pull a nine? Moosehands. No exceptions. You throw them antlers up like your life depends on it, and if you’re lucky, I’ll even snap a pic for the scrapbook.”

Then, standing with a theatrical flourish, he stuck out his tattooed hand—rings, bracelets, and all.

“Roland,” he said, grinning like the name itself was a party. “Just rolled into town, but don’t worry—I come with snacks, jokes, and chaotic neutral energy. What do I call you, sparkle queen?”

@the-talented-tink

[the-talented-tink]

Tink would correct this guy on french... if she were some lame nerd. But Tink knew how to have a good time. She was the Queen of good times. Tink couldn't help but snort though. Sure, he technically knew the rules. He probably cheated plenty too. But Tink didn't care.

"Mate, I'll flip a tiny green man in whatever bloody way. But I'm not doin' the moosehands. A girl can mess around and still have some standards too." Tink didn't have many, but this guy wasn't gonna snap a pic of her like that.

She was far too vain for that. "Good to meet you mate. I'm Tink. Fairy, chaotic queen, and owner of this fine establishment."

@roland-doylebaby

[dr-drckken]

What's Yours Is Mine And What's Mine Is Mine || Drink

[dr-drckken]

@the-talented-tink

An old, tight knot made its presence known once more in his gut. The one that had been yanked on, growing more taut every time someone insulted his ideas or his creations. He was anticipating that familiar pain to return, waiting for it to come as he watched her eyes analyze the thing he had made in front of her.

Everyone was always waxing poetry about art, about how the artists and authors and actors and singers would pour their heart and soul into the things they created just to share them other people. As if they had some sort of possession of this feeling and desire, as if they were the only ones who could ever understand– didn't they know that their counter parts felt the same way? Was a scientist, who had spent hours and hours alone in their lab, was finally presenting their finding to the wider world not the same as them? Was an inventor, who had sacrificed countless nights to the craft instead of sleeping, so dissimilar to them simply because they weren't making something that people thought was pretty or told a story but instead wanting to serve a function?

This little mock up was as much a part of Drakken as his own limb was– so he was waiting for the usual response he got to such a thing.

Only she did not insult him. Or laugh. She...complimented him. Asked about more about it, seemingly interested.

That knot inside didn't untie, but there was a sensation of relief as it loosened just a smidge.

"I'm not sure yet," he said, deciding that it was perfectly alright to confide such a thing with her. "My intention is to create something humanoid– I suspect there will be a great deal of differing materials. I've been leaning toward Tantalum and Vitallium for the inner skeleton and joints since they've proven to be highly resistant to corrosion, but as for everything else...I'm unsure."

[the-talented-tink]

Tink examined the mock up a little further. It really was a brilliant design. And she wanted to learn more about that if she could. It was nice to think of creations and inventions in this way. "Tantalum and Vitallium are great choices. If you can get your hands on it, Iridium would be great for this too."

Granted, Iridium was extremely rare, so anything that could be grabbed from it would be expensive. If he wasn't opposed to stealing some though... it would probably be very helpful for his work.

"Oh and then of course stainless steel. It hardens easily and I think it would be useful." She didn't have iridium anywhere, but stainless steel was good to work with. She mostly worked with wood, but some stainless steel was useful.

@dr-drckken

[roland-doylebaby]

Kings cup // Roland Open

[roland-doylebaby]

The lights were loud, the music was louder, and Roland? Roland was having a damn good time.

Fresh off the bus and already making himself comfortable, he elbowed his way to a corner booth at Pixies. Sequins, smoke machines, high heels taller than most egos—yeah, this was his kind of place.

He slapped down a deck of cards with a grin big enough to light up the back room. “Alright, who’s tryin’ to lose dignity tonight?” he called out, waving a card in the air. “Kings Cup, baby! No rules, no regrets—just drink when I tell you and remember to take the tiny green man off your cup beforehand!!!!”

[the-talented-tink]

The lights, the music, the energy. Everything about it had Tink buzzing and whirling around to serve drinks with an energy and zeal. She loved her club more than most things in the world. This was the place to be.

Tink hadn't really noticed the guy with a deck of cards and all, but she appreciated the loud enthusiastic people at her club. Her lips curled up in a smirk as she made her way over. "No rules huh? That seems a little risque for most." Not Tink though. She didn't really have much of a thought on rules.

@roland-doylebaby

[dr-drckken]

What's Yours Is Mine And What's Mine Is Mine || Drink

[dr-drckken]

@the-talented-tink

The complimented prompted a genuine smile from him and it only made him want to get more, which made her prompting him to show her the things within the lab perfect.

The little dog under his arm wriggled and Drakken shifted Puddles into his hands so he could lean over to set him down on the ground. He gave the dog's head a gentle pat-pat and said, "Best behavior for our guest, hm?"

Puddles' mouth opened in a doggy grin before he went over to sniff at the new comer's shoes before peering up at her. Once Drakken started moving, though, the dog followed.

"A favorite? They're all my favorite! They're all my creations," he said, as if this was obvious, thinking that she would understand this since she had proven herself to be of the same mindset. Drakken wasn't going to admit they were on the same level, but that was because he thought no one could reach such a peak as himself.

He went around to the other side of the table, gesturing to the mess of wires, tubes, wood, all encased in plastic to make...something. It was about two feet long, tubular yet not round enough to be a perfect cylinder. At the middle the plastic casing was split, a wooden gear showing with various other intricate mechanisms connecting to it. "Though, I am biased to robotics. Here–"

Drakken reached to take up the jumper cables that were seated next to what looked like a car battery (it was) and attached them to the terminals. Little lights blinked under the plastic on the object. He picked up a game controller and used one of the joy sticks, moving it up. At the same time, the object moved, too. At the split in the plastic the wooden gear whirred, and half of the object lifted up from the table. He moved the joystick again and the object moved back down toward the table but stopped a few inches before touching the surface. He did it again, faster. The object replied. Back and forth, back and forth.

An arm without a hand, waving.

"It's a mock up, hence the wood and plastic instead of anything more durable," he explained. "But the coding is looking promising! It's just tedious, and time for myself these days is few and far between."

[the-talented-tink]

Tink leaned over to gently greet the poodle once it was let down. She then followed Drakken to get a better look at some of his creations. A small laugh escaped her. "You know what, you're right. Every creation is good and important in different ways." Tink had several that she was proud of. Including the system she had for dishes and laundry. She thought it was way better than the average system. Or even that in the Hollow.

Tink didn't know much about robotics, but it was fascinating. She wondered if something like that could be introduced in the Hollow. Robotics to help the whole system run better. Tink could picture it in her head, a Hollow that was even more efficient where talents could utilize their skills in better ways with some of the more mundane things handled.

Tink didn't think Queen Clarion would support it, but she could envision something beautiful created by a tinker with all the materials available. She leaned closer to get a better look at the arm waving at her. "Impressive. Even for a mock up, getting that to work is great. What kind of material are you planning on using for the actual one?"

@dr-drckken

[experienceandobservation]

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