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a bad bitch like me is going through some emotions rn but that’s ok bc I’m still bad
addictingvictories:
weirder things have been seen these days. weirder than penelope park: classmate, arlo’s cousin, and her own future cousin by association walking a bunch of goats. yes, she has more information on the other girl than the typical teenage supernatural drama. because, penelope suddenly breaking up again with josie saltzman while simultaneously becoming a vampire was obviously a hot gossip around class. her background however is clean – cleaner than arlo’s believe it or not. at least in spade’s eyes. ( it’s not like victoria has any clean background – but her tracks are covered well enough ) she didn’t have many words to say to the other girl managing to walk around with five GOATS of all things.( crazy animals, she’d say. ) aside from the possible snarky comment. that was until CRAZY GOAT NUMBER 4 – reached close enough in her direction to try and chew on her bag. “don’t.” she exhaled, pulling away the bag from its reach before he managed to get a bite. “this is GUCCI.” as if that would stop the goat. or as if she wouldn’t be able to buy six more of those in a second. she finally looks over at penelope. “making new friends, i see.”
let it be known, she questions almost ALL of arlo’s choices. she questions the things he cares about, a sexuality crisis in THIS day and age, questions the fact he’s ALLERGIC to standing up to his father ( she once named him king douche and no, she will not apologise ) and questions how he DOESN’T SEE all the ways an arranged marriage will go wrong. he knows as much, because she’s never been one to keep her opinion to herself, but the fire is freshly stoked when victoria villalobos is in ear shot. she’s not thrilled about having a glorified heiress in the family, sure, but she’s also wondering how the hell arlo is planning to fare at fancy dinners. ( the image of arlo in a suit faced with the soup spoon dilemma and sweat on his brows comes to her. it makes her want to rescind every negative comment she’s ever made on this arrangement. ) she follows the lead when one of the goats ( he vaguely looks like a george she’d think ) lunges for victoria’s purse. “ at least he has expensive taste. ” they’ll get on well, by that standard. “ call it a bypass of self control. ” she goes to rub george’s back ( guess he’s stuck with that now ), looking up at her soon to be cousin. “ so --- how’s heiress life? ”
lycscnderr:
HE’S NOT LONG LEFT HER which is why it’s such a pleasant surprise to see her out and about . he’s got vincent van goat and billy the kid in their harnesses and scape goat cradled in his arm , she’s a touch to young to walk on the street just yet . “ have you named them yet ? “ he asks watching as billy starts jumping , trying to headbutt everything in her path . penelope is one of the few friends he approves of . ( with good reason . he’s heard of ryan befriending the horseman of war and whilst he endeavours to support his kids , that’s not exactly the influence he wants them exposed to . oh the woes of parenting . ) “ better question - have you told landon ?? “
“ i have some ideas in the works. ” naming goats is surprisingly tricky. she’s not sure why because it should be no different to naming dogs. but she has to admit, she feels some precious to stand up to lysander’s choices. ( when he initially told her about billy the kid, she laughed uproariously for almost five minutes. ) “ i’m thinking about calling one of the goat. ” it’s not nearly as funny, but for a first attempt ( and the slim to none knowledge she has of why that abbreviation was created ), she doesn’t hate it. the reminder that landon has yet to MEET her goats is entirely welcome. “ i was thinking it was better if he found out for himself. ” read: better for her. she intends to leave them on his bed and watch his heart almost stop when he comes back into the room. ( she’s going to record the whole thing ; she expects to go viral in a matter of days. ) “ i’m thinking of letting them into the room and pretending they just aren’t there. ” yes, she’s going to gaslight landon about goats. yes, she is a terrible roommate. ( but hey, he still lets her stay. )
in her defence, she didn’t wake up today with any intention to adopt a goat. or multiple goats for that matter. but lysander had called and asked if she wanted to GOAT BROWSING and, well, how could she say no to that? the PROBLEM arose when she found out that she liked goats. and that having them as domesticated was surprisingly easy, and lysander still had a lot of money. what really sealed the deal was the vision of landon’s reaction when he came home to not one, not two, but five goats. ( five was never part of the initial equation, but her life seemed to work on a strictly not according to plan basis and she’s learning not to fight it. ) the only downside she’s found so far is that walking five goats is more like walking five distracted dogs. ( huh. maybe she’ll ask arlo if he still dog walks. )
@pcthstrayed
shcrksmile:
“whats the saying? one is an accident, two is a coincidence, and three is a pattern. does that count for the near-death-experiences roster?”
“ actually, near death experiences go more like this. ” she clears her throat, fixes her expression to sarcastic but serious. ( pretty much her constant resting expression. ) “ one is an accident, two is bad luck and three, well ... that’s just stupidity. ” she’d know. ( sometimes she forgets she’s not talking to landon, or arlo for that matter, but there are a very limited roster of people who aren’t TREATED to penelope park’s original snark. ) “ sorry. ” she’s not. at all.
@frcmashes
frcmashes:
if someone had told him six months ago he’d be back living at the motel, with penelope park as his roommate of all people, he would have laughed until his sides hurt. the thing about friendship — about home — is that it can be found in the most unlikely places. it can also change, whether by will or circumstance, at the drop of a hat. he might have packed his things in the dead of night, desperate to put some distance between himself and all the memories of what he’d lost, but he rebuilt his life in the dawn of a new day and — proudly so — hasn’t looked back. not once. ( that’s not to say he hasn’t been tempted. the threat of penelope punching him in the throat if he even THOUGHT about 3am texting his ex is a surprisingly powerful motivator. ) he’s thankful for the company, for the maintaining of his sanity, so if that means spending a small fortune on chips in the run of a week ? — SO BE IT.
“ you sent me three texts about the chips. ” he reminds her, not unkindly, as he lets the door click shut behind him. “ i pretty much assumed i’d be shot on sight if i came home without them. ” he puts the bags down on the counter and rifles through until he finds the one he’s looking for. the chips are tossed in her direction moments before he sinks down on the bed beside her, a hand scratching behind lando’s ears as the puppy fusses and whines. “ hey, buddy. it’s okay — calm down. ” he can’t help the laughter that punctuates his words, shaking his head as he glances over at penelope. “ it’s like he forgets we come and go all the time. every time we come back, it’s like christmas morning for him. ” he enjoys the hype, that much is true, but he’s starting to worry he has some kind of short term memory issue. ( google, admittedly, has not been very helpful in the diagnosing process beyond screaming munchausens by proxy. )
she wouldn’t, let it be known, have shot him if he came home without the chips. for one, she’s a terribly average shot. ( all she has are a few childhood classes about archery under her belt and she did not excel. ) but more importantly, that’d be an awfully anticlimactic death. she would, however, have complained until it was easier for him to go back out to get the chips than to continue listening to her. ( aggressive pettiness, it gets the job done. ) “ you would’ve. ” but, alas, she has a reputation to protect. she catches the chips that are tossed in her direction with her arms outstretched, wasting no time in opening them and setting them between them. sometimes, she’s not the person to live with. “ but, for now, you live to see another day. ”
she hums, a handful of chips halfway to her mouth, at the thought that lando has a memory deficit of any kind. her theory is less memory issues and more codependency issues. she would know. ( at the very least, lando has an excuse. ) “ he started whining when i went to the bathroom earlier. ” she was gone for a total of five minutes, but she started to hear scratching at the door by minute three. “ i think he’s just used to the attention. ” penelope park, the only woman alive who will happily call a dog an attention whore and defend it with fact. lando looks in her direction, as though he’s aware he’s being talked about, and she kind of caves. “ he’s cute, though. ”
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cfxfangs:
it makes her chuckle, not so much genuinely but in a N O S T A L G I C kind of way; it’s rather easy for her to remember what she used to feel ( their amusing and entertaining memories ), it’s often like muscle memory except the only real function she gets from them, is playing a FACADE. Wearing the face of kindness, while beneath the surface a war of two minds raged on and the only winner was whichever version of herself wanted to play that day — neither were all that different of course…but fun none the less. She remembers a time when she used to be in love when she thought if anything could stand the test of time it would be that. SHE WAS A REALIST NOW. “ beautiful and complicated…BUT…they always turn out to be some devil in disguise, ” guys weren’t much better but girls tended to have less…DIRECT approaches to the way they played the game. all she remembers from that life: from feeling, is watching people tear her and her friends apart for being different. The world was cruel and now she was, it made her chuckle again at least ( the irony of it all ). “ take it from me, you’re not wrong.” she gave a slight shrug. “ but the world — the world is as cruel as they come, fate and everything included; it’s all just bullshit in the end. ”
“ or you do. ” sometimes relationships, opportunities, expose the worst of people. they expose the ugly attempts to fix them, the hope that’s nurtured by delusion. she had to be confronted with the demons in her own closet to recognise them in josie’s. “ sometimes you’re the bad guy. ” or, more actually, sometimes no one’s the bad guy. the world is the monster ; ripping apart genuine things, pushing the shattered pieces together wrong. it must, she thinks, take pleasure in watching the recognition register. “ everything’s bullshit in the end. ” she thinks she can safely afford to exclude family, maybe even friends, but everything else seems vapid. the world is cold and uncaring and they both know it. ( she might be a little down on herself, but it’s cold, she’s cold and the alcohol is cheap. leave her be. )
ofmoldings:
THE LOSER, oh that was him? well, was it wrong? in a battle of wits maybe he’d win, in a battle of fists? that calculation was less so. he wondered if being called a loser should bother him more ( but it wasn’t too accurate, he was used to being on the losing end of the strick ). the guy glared at the dark haired phenomena known as PENELOPE PARK. nico knew the name, the face, but he didn’t know much of the girl. the guy, weighing his options, opted to shove nico one last time before on his way. “guess he didn’t feel much cage matchy.” he shrugged off, fixing his tussled jacket.
the fight ends before it starts and she’s both disappointed and unsurprised. if half the people at this school meant what they said, at least she’d be entertained. although, he doesn’t look particularly able to defend himself, so she imagines the cage match would have been short lived. read: NOT WORTH the inevitable witness statement she’d have to give headmaster saltzman. ( plus, she has no interest in provoking her blood lust this early in the morning. it’s easier if she thinks of as an addition to who she is. it doesn’t feel like magic, like a core part of her, but she supposes she can’t hold out for a miracle. ) “ guess not. ” she watches the man retreat, tail between his legs and bathed in his own failure, with amused disinterest. she turns back to the DUMBASS in question, eyebrow arched. “ so ... are you good or do i need to babysit you until you get to class? ” read: are you intending to cause me anymore second hand migraines today?
@frcmashes
cursedmikaelson:
“ i will need some b l o o d for this spell, so do you want to do the honors or shall i?” @apxstarters
as much as she’s making peace with her predicament, sometimes she really misses magic. she thinks it’s only natural that the loss of something she’s had her entire life is going to catch up to her, but she doesn’t want to feel somewhat less than for the rest of eternity. it’s how she’s ended up at the hands of mikaelson witch ( because she has such an excellent track record with those ) and a blood spell. it’s a quick fix, the kind addicts look for when they’re still in denial at how far they’ve fallen, but that isn’t her. not today, at least. ( she just, for once, wants to remember what it feels like. to associate the ghost of her memories with something real, something tangible. ) she puts her hand out ( she won’t flinch at the sight of blood, and she’ll heal, so it’s no trouble ) without a second thought. “ do your worst. ”
But I do need you.
@frcmashes
ofmoldings:
“i never said you were stupid.” and yes, he really didn’t. he said the words you have bad luck when thinking and you know— the other didn’t even pick up on it at first. not until there was shaded laughter and then his hands were screwing around the fabric of nico’s shirt and shoving him into the railing. “i’ll show you stupid.” he said and maybe nico shouldn’t have LAUGHED as hard as he did. “you already are.” maybe he wasn’t helping his situation but it was still nice to see the guy’s face go that type of special blue.
if she had a dollar for all the times she’s spent getting dumbass boys out of trouble, she’d be rich enough to afford one of those nice houses in the hamptons by now. but alas, no good deed goes unpunished, and instead of fortune, she’s been elected unofficial sponsor of DUMBASSES WORLDWIDE. she sighs as she approaches the testosterone riddled display and looks uninterested. “ let the loser go. ” she crosses her arms, stands her grounds. ( she knows she strikes fear, or at the very least intimidation, into everyone’s hearts eventually. she carries her reputation well. ) when he turns around to protest to ask what right she has to stop him, and so she puts her hands up. “ oh, i don’t care. ” luckily, she doesn’t. brutal honesty has always been her strong suit. “ you can have your cage match anywhere, ” just not out in the hallway, inconveniencing everyone. “ but take it outside. ” outside, where they could be seen. and likely, punished. ( suspended if she was lucky. )
( lulu antariksa, 18, she/her ) welcome to san francisco, PENELOPE PARK. rumor has it they are a VAMPIRE, but only they could tell you the truth! when i close my eyes, i think of them and imagine BLACK CAPES, DARK LIPSTICK AND CHOKERS.