a sibling relationship is just “i love you beyond my own life but i’ll never say it” plus “i’ll kill you over a stolen shirt don’t even fucking test me” plus “inside jokes and secret language” plus “i literally do not understand the dark recesses of your mind what the fuck are you made from” plus the occasional “oh my god please don’t eat tha - spit it OUT SPIT IT OUT”
Wheezer wasn’t really a band he would term as rock, despite what everyone else wanted to believe. Perhaps, it was his upbringing, the hard rock and punk rock, the crucial, backbone genres that he thought were underappreciated. Either way, he was neither a fan of Wheezer nor… whatever the fuck they were playing he didn’t think applied to rock music. To top it off, the instrument wasn’t harmonizing with the guitars, and it was driving him insane as a vocalist who had to scrutinize raspy vocals amidst layers and layers of instruments during production of his last album. His drink was going, going, gone faster than he wanted to to try to endure the atrocity of the bar’s musical pick of the evening, one eye lilted closed to accommodate both the sting of the alcohol and his ears likely getting ready to bleed and fall apart. Fuck his ass, get him out of here. Cyrek was ten seconds from pulling his phone out of his pocket and seeing if Carcosa were working this evening so he could barhop out of here, and have an excuse to keep drinking his sorrows away and nursing on his troubles. “Kazoos? Fuck.” Shaking his head, the vocalist sat back in the seat and tipped his empty glass upside down, trying to gauge from his reflexes if he could still get behind the wheel without it being considered too reckless. “I can’t listen to the fuckin’ xylophone anymore, I’m gonna put a bullet in my skull,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest when he’d finally put his finger on the unidentified instrument. Pretentious little shits. “I’m not a Wheezer fan either. I thought it was a fuckin’ Pink Floyd tribute band tonight.” Checking his phone as if it would have a kid emergency to cart him out of the bar, he sighed in exasperation. “I’d boo them off the fuckin’ stage but I remember what that shit was like.”
"I can’t even hear the xylophone when the lead singer’s so bad he’s about to attract all the alley cats in a twelve mile radius.” Weetzie wasn’t this critical usually — hell a band could bring out a couple of pots and pans and put on an impromptu Stomp performance and she’d love it — but this was in an undeniable class of Bad with a capital B. “Boo. Weezer are great,” she said, warping her mouth into a faux frown. “These guys’ll definitely put anyone off them for life, though. Man, same! I totally thought that’s what they were doing tonight. Ohhhhh — wait!” She held up her finger as if she was receiving a divine revelation. “The poster said Pinkerton but I totally misread Pink Floyd. Whoops, my bad.” A typically Weetzie mistake of her to make.
"So what’s your professional opinion on these guys? Throw ‘em to the lions? Also— I’m going to get another drink. Name your poison or suffer in silence.”
“Wow. As far as Weezer cover bands go, this is probably the worst one yet,” Weetzie said, shaking her head. “They don’t even make my top 3 Weezer cover bands, and the one in Fresno had kazoos.”
is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demisexual | identifies as asexual | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | initiates | waits for partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | will have sex anytime | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | fluctuating sex drive
— BODY / APPEARANCE
small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | wears boxers | wears lingerie | goes ‘commando’ | shaves/waxes | doesn’t shave/wax | cup size a-c ( approx US 32A ) | cup size d-f | 1-5" in length | 6-9″ in length | 10” or over in length
— SOUNDS
is silent/makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand/partner/pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name | curses | growls | fakes/exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud / appropriately vocal partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk
— TURN ONS / KINKS
| pinning their partner’s hands | having their hair pulled | pulling their partner’s hair | being watched ( by their partner ) | being watched ( by a third party ) | watching their partner | receiving oral | giving oral | being called ‘daddy/mommy’ | giving praise | receiving praise | biting/marking | being bitten / marked | spanking | being spanked | teasing | being teased | having toys used on them | using toys on their partner | giving anal | receiving anal | light choking | being choked | dirty talk | being tied up | tying their partner up | being worshipped | worshipping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play | being pegged | pegging their partner
Standing in one of the expensive department stores in the prestigious mall who are they kidding, malls were falling out of popularity with online shopping and she was waiting for the day that Dan Bell did an episode of Dead Mall Series on this precise one, she was leafing through a catalog of items she could order for her wedding. Placements, flowers, plates, silverware… She thought her jobs were overwhelming; this was an entirely different animal. Tongue drawing over glossed lips and biting down on the corner of her lower lip, she lifted a hand to push her permed waves back, her fringe falling back into her face immediately. Looking through the selections was beginning to peak her stress levels, feeling so far behind with what she should have picked out ages ago were it not for the holidays. Life had a funny way of throwing unpredictable and predictable events alike her way lately, preventing her from fully catching up, and it took a great deal of exertion the past week to avoid overworking herself temporarily to play the catch-up game. Anabelle had to remind herself there was still time. “I don’t know how anyone picks this shit out,” she complained to the person near to her in the department store, “There’s so many to choose from for a wedding. How do you start to find the best one?”
"Oh dude, I don’t know,” Weetzie told the girl who spoke up, holding her hands up in mock surrender, as if she’d been caught doing something rather than simply browsing a selection of plates. “I’m the last girl to ask 'cause I’m basically allergic to weddings and every excruciating detail that goes into them. I’d just roll the dice and go for the first thing that turns up.”
Isobel stifles a yawn, as she enters the building. “Sorry I’m so late, I had to drag myself out of bed. I’ve been working for a week straight, and my body is dying. I have no idea how I am even awake right now.” She laughs, while trying to maintain eye contact. “How have you been though. I haven’t talked to you in a while, which I truly am sorry for. The holidays are always crazy at the hospital, so I never really get a break.”
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Lunch dates were a thing Weetzie did because, well, if she didn’t get out the house on her days off, she risked staying in bed all day. “Yoooo. It’s totally okay. Sorry I got started on this without you,” she says, a bit guilty. She listens as she chews. “God, I don’t know how you do it. And here I thought my job was pressure.”
hey everyone! i’m violet and this here is my new baby weetzie. super happy to be part of this group and be writing with all of u! (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*
❀ *ﾟ victoria pedretti. cisfemale. she/her. ⇝ hey, isn’t that { weetzie abrams }? i think that the twenty four year old from santa rosa, california, works as a tv production assistant, but outside of that they spend a lot of time at mad greek cafe. i hear they are pessimistic + restless, but they are also known to be creative + quirky. consider giving them a visit at their home in buffalo mountain road apartments and get to know why they’re called the girl interrupted.
basics
main chara inspo: lelaina pierce from reality bites
an aquarius bitch, but practical.
born in olympia, washington, spent early childhood there. moved with her fam to denver colorado, then albuquerque new mexico, and settled in santa rosa, age 12.
majored in film & media studies at UC Berkeley, and then moved to Los Angeles to try her luck in the film and tv world.
quickly became disillusioned with L.A. and moved further out for tv opportunities.
family
parents are divorced, she splits her thanksgivings and christmases between her dad in olympia and mom in santa rosa.
named after Weetzie Bat, because her mom was friends with the author during the time of the book’s writing. weetzie was annoyed with her weird name growing up because she got picked on for it, but now she doesn’t mind.
has a brother, ben, and a cousin who they both consider like a brother. (might put in a wc for him yet!! dunno!).
her brother ben has a weed farm in ojai.
etc
worships at the altar of A24.
her role model is Diablo Cody.
hopeless cook. gets a prepped meal service delivered weekly.
an actual manic pixie dream girl, but also quite pessimistic and gets in depressive slumps and forgets to look after herself.
currently
works as a tv production assistant in vegas, mainly on an mtv show called Catfish: Las Vegas.
currently writing a tv pilot she thinks will be The One.
side hobbies include writing fanfiction. has a following thanks to her popular works such as the infamous Fifty Shades of Hutt series, My Little Cthulhu, and Julia Child Seduces Lestat de Lioncourt with Her Meaty Cooking, among many others.
has a bit of a blackjack problem but she’s working on it.
lives in buffalo mountain road apartments with a roommate (possible wc!!)
pine bough demon. long spindly limbs, too many, or just enough. covered in green needles. resin-dark eyes. lies like a fallen branch until you look away. tip-tap rustling across the forest floor.
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