tinselboo:

This is Alex, Veronica, and Brian as requested by Emily! I’M SORRY THEY LOOK NOTHING LIKE THE PICTURES and I’m sorry I have no fashion sense. I am very worried because Emily has this EYE for clothes, and I’m like “fashion mean…more…more sweaters”

tinselboo:

This is Alex, Veronica, and Brian as requested by Emily! I’M SORRY THEY LOOK NOTHING LIKE THE PICTURES and I’m sorry I have no fashion sense. I am very worried because Emily has this EYE for clothes, and I’m like “fashion mean…more…more sweaters”

Oh. Veronica, Alex, and Brian are back.

My characters' reactions to ideas for their wardrobe/fashion sense

  • Veronica: Well, I do like presenting myself nicely. If you're sure I need an update from my high school wardrobe, then I'm not going to stop you.
  • Alex: Why are you even looking at me? Everything I own gets covered in paint don't waste your time. But while we're talking do you think you could find some gold shorts? They aren't for me. See, Vee and I are going as Brad and Janet for Halloween this year and Brian doesn't know it yet, but he's going as Rocky. So, if you could help out with that.
  • Brian: No. Put the top hat down. Emily. Emily, no. You're out of control.
  • Greta: Ooo, can we call sweaters jumpers even though I'm not British? I just think it's so nice.
  • Shane: Pants? And jacket? AND A BLOUSE? ARE YOU SERIOUS? OH MY GOD STOP. JUST GIVE ME MY BBALL SHORTS BACK, YOU TYRANT. I'M FINE IN THIS TANK, IT'S ONLY LIKE FORTY OUTSIDE IT'S FINE I'M NOT EVEN COLD.

Typing my characters

Myself (as the baseline): INFJ

Veronica Ann Helen: INTJ (I feel on the fence about hers. It’s like, she’s very one way, but her powers are very the opposite way. It makes her hard to type.)

Liam Gray: ISTP

Alex Gray: ISFP

Brian Brock: ENFJ (lol)

Original story? What original story? Part 1

  • I JUST WANNA WRITE THEM AS GROWN UPS. OKAY?
  • I seem to have a thing for Alex and Veronica making their friends book last minute flights out to see them.
  • I know Vee is a neuroscientist and should really be in one place all the time buuut they just travel everywhere idk.
  • I cannot help but feel like this is extra worse than usual but I Do Not Care.
  • The plot on this thing is minimal, so I should get it finished up tomorrow no promises though.
  • This is a place I went on vacation to yeeears ago and loved it and want to go back there again someday. Until then though, my characters must go for me.

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Excerpt time

Brian licked the spatula clean—it had the most dough anyways—and then cleaned up the mess, putting dishes in the dishwasher, wiping up a bit of spilled four, and putting ingredients away. “What are we watching first?”

“I was thinking Young Frankenstein.”

“Perfect,” said Veronica.

“Is Liam still playing Halo?” Brian asked, wiping his hands off on a towel.

“Yeah,” said Alex.

“Sweet.” Brian moved to go downstairs but he could not help but hear his friends as he left the room.

“I’m glad you came, Vee,” Alex said quietly.

“Thank you, Alex. I appreciate you doing this.”

Then Brian was down the stairs and could not hear them anymore. He joined Liam on two player and spent a few minutes running around killing shit. It felt good. It was almost too easy to kill Liam, but the temptation to kill him far surpassed any guilt. By the twentieth time, Liam tackled him in person, jabbing with elbows and bony knees and bemoaning his lack of maturity. Alex and Veronica came down as Brian was getting the upper hand.

“Hey, hey, don’t kill each other,” said Alex, setting the plate down on the coffee table.

“Make him stop killing me on Halo!” said Liam. “We’re on the same fucking team.”

“But it’s so easy!” Brian protested gleefully, trying to get Liam in a headlock, but falling forward when Liam pushed at the back of his knees.

“Doesn’t matter now anyways,” said Alex, moving around them to change it over to the movie. “Mel Brooks time.”

Liam stepped back, but Brian got a final sweep at his leg. Liam squawked and fell down across one of the bean bags. They all settled in after that, digging in to the cookies. Brian ended up between Alex and Veronica on the couch and Liam stayed down in the floor on the bean bag. When that movie ended, they decided to just marathon their favorite Mel Brook’s movies, so Liam put in Men In Tights before moving to the reclining chair. All four recited their favorite lines along with the movie, sometimes answering back and forth to each other and getting in to it. Every time Veronica did it, Brian answered her, pulling faces and being ridiculous until she would lose her place and just giggle.

Alex demanded a game break before starting Blazing Saddles, so he put on Just Dance 2 and challenged Liam to Kung Fu Fighting. It was no contest. Liam could not swing his hips if his life depended on it, and balance was just as near a thing. Brian challenged him next to That’s Not My Name by The Ting Tings. It was close, but Brian just eked out a victory, so Veronica challenged him to Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go because George Michael was her fucking jam. Brian won again though—Hello, it’s George Fucking Michael—so Alex demanded a rematch. They did Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne and sang along, even adding in a few extra little flourishes the game did not even have. Alex pulled ahead right at the end, so they did best two out of three while Liam and Veronica fell about in giggles together. The final show off was Crazy in Love by Beyonce. Alex was getting tired by that point, but he dug deep and found the last burst of energy he needed to pull it off. Beyonce was his queen, there was no way he was losing it to Brian. Everyone cheered and celebrated by doing a round of Rasputin.

“Are you tired yet, ADHD?” Veronica gasped as the song ended, collapsing a little against Alex.

“Yeah,” he said, brushing back a piece of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. “I’m good for another movie now.”

Liam put it in and the rest all collapsed back on the couch. Brian stole a corner first, so Veronica ended up in the middle. She did not seem to mind though, so Brian counted it as a victory.

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