#pippa writes!

[an-architect-of-words]

We need to talk about Tartt’s character descriptions

More Donna Tartt praise.

She writes human physical descriptions in the most genuine and true-to-life ways. I didn’t even realize how many books do not go into the actual nuance of human appearances until I read TSH and Goldfinch.

I think most books kind of categorize people as pretty, ugly, or plain then lean into what generally makes people pretty, ugly, or plain plus hair and eye colors. I love how Tartt’s books make characters appear how the majority of people really do: an assortment of specific details. There’s Boris’s bitten nails and how Henry is big and square but does not carry himself as if he is. Bunny is a once-muscled guy (now more chubby) whose naturally good looks are starting to get a little sloppy. His nose is also a bit small/sharp for his face shape. Camilla is pretty, and we hear about her thick ankles and the way her curls rest at her temples. Francis is nice-looking because he carries and styles himself well, but we hear that those things compensate for his kind of beaky nose and boney angles.

Pippa is another great example! Theo describes her looks as tender and precious. She comes across as very cute in a homely way. But we hear that her eyes look “naked” because her lashes are so pale (I can imagine this so well!) and that her nose is long. Her cheeks are thin. Theo notes these things, and thinks she’s pretty anyway; he assumes he must have some personal affinity for her and is given a wake-up call when Everett also finds these traits cute.

OH actually let me squeeze in Mr. Barbour here. Because lol???

His eyes were a queer unstable gray and his hair was pure white, which made him seem older than he was until you noticed that his face was young and pink — boyish, even. His ruddy cheeks and his long, old-fashioned nose, in combination with the prematurely white hair, gave him the amiable look of a lesser founding father, some minor member of the Continental Congress teleported to the twenty-first century.

This is so specific and so easy to see. It stuck out to me when I read it, and my mom mentioned it to me when she read it. She said she was really hit by Andy’s dad’s description and thought it was funny but did a really good job delivering an image.

It’s just so real and gets at how normal people actually are: not always pretty in a “safe” way. Tartt has the guts to give you a description of an actual unique, textured person and say “This is nice.” Or, in Bunny’s case, give someone who is basically handsome but not necessarily pleasant-looking. Theres so much nuance, and it’s honest.

It kind of made me rethink how I write human descriptions. There are “safe” things to point out that become a little insubstantial if you combine too many of them: “The pretty girl has glossy hair and curves and bright blue eyes.” And then there’s going into actual shapes and the way people carry themselves and how some features look against others. It honestly just makes the characters really pop and they’re easy to envision.

#Kitsey and Charles are the only ones who seem kind of straight-forwardly attractive #Donna Tartt is SO observant about people #she nails how people actually act and feel #and how they actually look #I can imagine that she could actually see her characters in her head while writing them #it’s all so charming #the secret history #donna tartt #tsh #bunny corcoran #henry winter #francis abernathy #the goldfinch #boris pavlikovsky #pippa blackwell

[reyna-obsessed]

𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮?

genre: fluff with a hint of angst word count: 633 pairing: pip x ravi (a good girl's to murder) setting: set after the events of as good as dead tw: none as of now (please lmk if there is one) just spoilers if you haven't read as good as dead

The verdict was read. Max Hastings was found guilty.

Ravi Singh was on autopilot. His hands rummaged through his pockets, desperately searching for his phone. He pulled it out, scrolling through the contacts lists until he reached the one named 'sarge<3'. He paused, his fingers ghosting over the keypad. Does she miss me? Would she remember me? Self doubt consumed him, but the longing for Pip won. He messaged her.

He waited

Pip's phone lit up; the text she awaited the most had finally arrived. The contact named 'ravishing<3' had messaged her. Finally. She clicked on the notification, the hollow pit in her heart was filled for a second, when she saw the message.

Pip took the first taxi home, making a mental list of all the people she had to apologize; all the people she had left. The drive wasn't long; only 2 hours long, but to her it felt like a eternity. She decided to practice the apology she would say, but no apology was perfect. The anxiety was eating her up, but as soon as the she heard the driver say that they had reached, all was forgotten.

Pip stood in front of her family's home. Not hers; she had ghosted them, she had left. She wondered if they would still welcome her; whether her dad remembered his 'pickle'. How her mom was, how tall had Josh grown? She swallowed all her feelings and pressed the doorbell.

She waited

Her dad opened the door; eyes widening and mouth agape, clutching the door handle tightly. He stood there frozen; not even making a sound. Pip tried for a 'Hey dad' but her own voice was gone. Just then, Josh came running; pushing her dad aside.

"MUM, PIP IS HERE!", he screamed and he hugged her, breaking Pip and their dad out of their trance. Josh's face was buried in her chest; he had grown taller. Her dad reached out and kissed her forehead mumbling about his pickle coming back home. Her mum came into view, and broke down into tears; her knees giving out. Pip kneeled down and hugged her; her mum's tears soaking her top.

Pip took a deep breath, and pushed the café's door open, the bells jingling overhead. As soon as she inhaled the smell of coffee and all the sweet memories, she was engulfed in a embrace. Nat DaSilva, she recognized and hugged her back. She hugged Jamie and Connor and went to the counter of the café.

"Can I get a best friend- no, sister with some extra sweetness and craziness on the go, please", she said in a stoic tone. Cara recognized her voice and turned to face her, her eyes wide.

"PIP?!", she whisper-shouted, not believing her eyes. Pip grinned and nodded, and Cara stepped forward.

She punched her.

She hugged her.

They both sobbed, holding each other close.

Ravi was still waiting for a text from her. His afternoon was supposed to be free, and he could march over to Cambridge to see her. But something in his heart told him to stop.

The doorbell rang. Ravi wondered who was ringing the bell, since there was nobody to be visting; no package to be delivered. He opened the door.

Pip's heart did somersaults when she saw him. Ravi's mouth was agape. She tried for a greeting.

"Hi?!", she muttered timidly, her voice barely reaching her own self.

Ravi took one long stride, and hugged her; firm and tight, which lifted her off her feet. He pulled away, and Pip closed the gap this time; placing her lips softly on his. The hollow pit in her heart was filled; all she felt was pure bliss.

She pulled away, resting her forehead on top of his. He flashed her his signature smile, the one that she adored.

"Hey Ravi, remember me?"

©reyna-obsessed | Not to be reposted or copied on any platform

credits to @cafekitsune for the dividers

taglist: @aylin-hijabi @summersblooms @owocontroversy @full-on-sam

#mini writes—◈ #pipravi #a good girls guide to murder #good girl bad blood #as good as dead #agggtm #ravi singh #pippa fitz amobi #original story

[pumpkin-wants-a-cherry-scone]

Day 8: Sick

Pippa Stainton in Welbelove's office in 5th year. post-tape recorder. I wanted to write something with it, but I'm not sure if it is kinda lame

i feel like the "was" should be "were", but I'm not sure.

#I may have made myself cry coming up with this #(though that's not saying much since I cry easily) #I had to get into character #there's a reason I draw and don't write #anywho #pippa stainton #COC 2023 #Carry On Countdown #just barely before midnight #woohoo #drawing the sitting position straight on was confusing #I have CO and WS but not AWTWB so my depiction of pippa may not be accurate #I knew I should've gotten all the books

[ravishingsstuff]

"She hoped that whatever he was doing, he would learn to be happy again. If that meant waiting for her, waiting for the trial, or if that meant waiting to find someone else, Pip would understand. It broke her heart to think of him doing that crooked smile for anyone else, making up new nicknames, new invisible ways of saying “I love you,” but that was his choice. All Pip wanted to know was that he was happy, that there was good in his life again, that was all. Her freedom for his, and it was a choice she would make over and over again.

And if he did wait, if he did wait for her and the verdict went their way, Pip would work every day to be the kind of person who deserved Ravi Singh"

#most fav lines from the entire book #how can i not bawl my eyes out each time i read this #how can someone even write these kinda lines ????????? #a good girls guide to murder #agggtm #ravi singh #pip fitz amobi #pipravi #sal singh #holly jackson #pippa fitz amobi #emma myers #zain iqbal

[astro-likes-tea]

⭐️🤍Teddies🤍⭐️

Andie and Sal!!!

!TWs/CWs - Child abuse, angst

It was definitely going bruise. It was her fault, really. She shouldn't have yelled back at him. But he didn't need to hit her. Then again, he was drunk.

Andie ran up to her room, across the hallway from Beccas. Becca. Becca couldn't know about this. Becca couldn't see her weak. No one could.

She had this purple teddy bear she kept under her pillow. She's had it since she was 4. It was stained, ripped, and worn out. She told Jason she'd thrown it away years ago, but she just couldn't.

Andie climbed on her bed, not bothering to get under the blanket, and grabbed the teddy. She hugged it tight to her chest, taking slow breaths while crying, trying not to let anyone hear her.

It only took 7 minutes before she texted Sal, who said it was okay for her to come over. Her hands were shakey and her spelling was bad, but he knew what she meant. She waited a bit, to make sure she wouldn't get caught. Once she was in the clear and opened the window and carefully popped out the screen.

She stumbled out, thankfully the window was close to the ground. She snuck around the house and started down the road. She had a small pink bag with her. It had the teddy, her phone, charger, and some random painting she'd made for Sal during art class.

She knocked on Sals window after not too long of walking. Her crying had stopped by then, but the moment Sal opened the window and pulled her in, it started again.

Andie metled into his arms, her legs weak under her. He held her up and dragged her to his bed.

Sal held Andie up against him. She held onto his shirt with one hand and the teddy with her other hand. Sal had seen the teddy bear enough times to a point where it was normal to him; it was part of Andie.

Andie didn't let herself cry much. 'The tears are gonna stain your face. They're all gonna know that you're a mess.' Is what she always told herself. But that probably won't even happen. And if it does, she has makeup. So for once, in the safety of Sals arms, she let herself cry.

The crying lasted 10 minutes, maybe 15, then she calmed down. Sal was still holding her close to him, a hand running through her hair. They sat in a comfortable silence for a couple minutes before Sal broke it.

"Does she have a name?" Sal asked. Andie didn't know what he was talking about until he used his chin to gesture at the teddy bear. Andie looked up at him with a little smile. He used his thumb to wipe the tears off of her face as she started to speak.

"Bendi," Andie said with a bigger smile. Sal thought about it for a second, then smiled back at her.

"A mix of yours and Beccas names?" He asked, chuckling. Andie just nodded proudly.

And just like other nights similar to this, Andie snuck home a couple hours before school, and just used concealer to hide any redness around her eyes. Then at school, Andie didn't speak of the night before but gave Sal greatful smiles. Sal just smiled back.

(THIS WAS REQUESTED/MADE BECUASE OF @pippafitzamobisleftblueconverse SO GO GIVE THEM LOVE!! ALSO IM SORRY IF THIS IS SHORT/BAD, ILL BE MAKING MORE💕💕)

#a good girls guide to murder #agggtm #pippa fitz amobi #ravi singh #agggtm fanfic #cara ward #ggbb #good girl bad blood #i want a bf like ravi singh #incorrect pipravi #salie #sal and andie #andie and sal #andie bell #sal singh #how do you tag a fanfic #fanfic #fanfic writing #fanfic writer #a good girls guide to murder fanfic #andie and sal fanfic #sal and andie fanfic

[little-candy-store-of-horrors]

As unrealistic as me thinking, for like one (1) ((or TWO?????)) whole years, that i was going to colour this in

#those are portraits btw. meanwhile i am procrastinating worse than a habsburg monarch with a revolt the next two states over #dissertation isnt going to write itself and if i dont write it ill be writing my will. And Yet. AND YET. #16th century #17th century #history art #charles v #philip ii #philip iii #philip iv #charles ii #charles ii of spain #carlos ii #emperor charles v #philip ii of spain #philip iii of spain #felipe iv #philip iv of spain #charles v & i #history shitposting #historical fanart #my art #no really i had this sitting in my sketchbook for a year at least #so maybe i have procrastinated on worse #pippa 4 is Uncomfy bc thats his Direct Spawn lmao #you know maybe i will colour it in if i procrastinate on my bloody thesis enough. but in the meantime ive deprived absolutely no-one #of seeing this for at least a whole year so. That Ends Now plus ultra bitches

[tilda-rothery]

Smut ahead....

Ada would take a tea-break soon, Hecate was sure of it, and she would rather not have the older woman catch them making out like a pair of rampant teenagers.

In which Hecate and Pippa intimately catch up, and Ada speculates...

#back to writing the old smut-shots #a hicsqueak first #of which there are many for me i'm sure #hicsqueak #pippa pentangle #hecate hardbroom #fingers crossed it doesnt suck - its been a while

[negative-speedforce]

writing prompt from the song stuck in my head atm: "the future haunts with memories that I could never have"

Oooooh we're getting some Pippa/Onnie angst here-

cw: hallucination-adjacent?

also featuring a cameo from @vexic929's Berrie and my OC Siv

"Fuck!" Onnie cursed as they crashed into a wall, their reality shifting to a barren nuclear wasteland, a looming monstrous figure towering over them. "Damn it, cooperate for once!" They closed their eyes a few times, and when they blinked again, she was back in her apartment overlooking the harbor.

Onnie was not having a good time today. All day, their powers had been glitching up, her connection with the Negative Speed Force sending her consciousness bouncing throughout the multiverse, giving them glimpses through the memories of every negative speedster all through space and time. Unfortunately for Onnie, they needed to be present in order to complete the tasks that their father had assigned them to be completed by sunset- wait.

"Cisco Ramon, I told you not to come around here." Onnie said to the man who stood behind her, barely noticing as her apartment shifted to the basement of STAR Labs, a thousand Earths away.

"You're him. The Reverse-Flash." Cisco said, horror in his eyes. Onnie scrunched up her face.

"No. No I'm not. You know who I am." Onnie was bewildered by the absurdity of it all. "Onnie Thawne, idiot."

"Thawne. Like Eddie." Cisco replied.

"Yeah, exactly." Onnie said.

"The night we trapped the Reverse-Flash... you almost died."

Onnie nodded. "I mean, yeah, I wouldn't say I almost died, but I definitely got the shit kicked out of me. I'm not sure how an event that happened almost five years ago is relevant, though."

"There were two of you."

"What?"

"Joe was right." Cisco said. "You were there that night, fifteen years ago, in Barry's house. You killed Nora Allen."

Realization dawned on Onnie. Damn it. This isn't real, is it?

"But why?" Cisco asked, taking a step back. "You're his friend-"

"Hey! Wake up!" Onnie felt a pair of hands grab her on the shoulders, pulling her back into the waking world.

"Pippa?" Onnie blinked. "Are you real?"

"Yeah, I'm real. As real as that door you crashed through." Pippa pointed at her front door, which looked like it had been through a woodchipper. "Looks like you were sleepwalking for a minute there."

"Temporal displacement." Onnie corrected.

"What?" Pippa looked confused.

"Never mind." Onnie shook their head. "I'm just not having a good time right now- shit!"

"Onnie?" Pippa's voice seemed to fade away, as Onnie took in their new surroundings. She stood in a hospital room, a bouquet of blue roses clasped in their hands. She looked down, examining the blue-and-white suit that she wore.

"Man, this is sexy."

"Oh my god." Onnie looked up, gazing straight into the face of the Flash's wife. "Eddie?"

Shit. Onnie thought to themself, as the scene from across the multiverse played out.

"You take one step closer to her-" Onnie suddenly was brought back to reality by a harsh, stinging slap across her face.

"I'm sorry!" Pippa apologized. "You were levitating, and making the lights flicker! I didn't know what else to do."

"It's fine." Onnie said. "I'm just not having a good day right now."

"Why'd you come here?" Pippa asked. "If you're comfortable asking, that is."

"I don't know." Onnie replied. "I just kinda... sleepwalked."

"Maybe your body knew that this place was safe." Pippa shrugged. "Because I'm not gonna hurt you. Can I ask what was happening?"

"It's nothing. It's just... sometimes I get lost in my head, literally. I'm used to it, though. It used to be a lot worse, back when I first got my powers. Today's just a bad day."

Pippa frowned. "How long?"

"Five years." Onnie replied. "You know I was normal once, right?"

"Yeah. I tracked down your old socials, from back before you were named as the heir to your father's fortune."

"You cyberstalked me?!" Onnie said in disbelief.

"I was curious!" Pippa shrugged. "You were a cute kid. Personally, I was a big fan of your mint-green side shave era."

"That one's not coming back." Onnie replied. "Ever. Also, don't stalk me online. It won't end well for you."

"What, and miss those photos of you with braces?" Pippa laughed. "Seriously, though. You were such a cute kid. What happened to turn you into Mrs. Grumpypants?"

"I ascended."

Pippa deadpanned. "Shut up, you know that fake-ass god complex shit doesn't work on me."

"It's not just a god complex, Pippa, I am an actual god." Onnie shook their head, blinking a few times as their reality shifted once again. She looked down, a human heart dripping still-warm blood onto their hand. A sense of rage and panic flooded her body, despite having been in this same situation hundreds of times. Did I hurt Pippa?

A man she didn't recognize, but whoever these memories belonged to did, collapsed to the ground. Despite having been either responsible for or complicit in hundreds of deaths just like this, panic rose in Onnie's chest, her heart pounding faster than the rapid flutter they always felt in their core. Oh god. Oh god, I killed him, didn't I?

They took a step back, the heart dropping from their hand, before taking off running. They only made it a few steps before a pair of strong, capable arms wrapped around their back, holding her back.

"What the-" Onnie struggled, squirming out of her jacket to escape the person holding her, ducking under their arms as her vision blurred, before turning back to the interior of Pippa's apartment.

"Hey, you almost ran into a wall. You okay?" Pippa asked. Onnie took a deep breath.

"For now? No. But I'll be fine. This has happened before, it'll pass." Onnie replied.

"Where'd you get those scars?" Pippa rubbed her hands down the Lichtenberg figures that ran up from Onnie's hands and onto her back. "You told me you weren't struck by lightning."

"Not in the same way you were." Onnie replied. "I got my powers artificially. That's all I'm at liberty to tell you."

"He did this to you, didn't he?" Pippa took Onnie's hands into hers, tracing her fingers over the thin, silvery scars on her hands. "Your father."

"No. He didn't." Onnie lied, but Pippa seemed to see right through that.

"I can help get you out." Pippa offered.

"What if I don't want to leave?" Onnie shook their head. "It's better if I don't. There's no other way."

"Onnie, I know he's not good for you. There's something in there, something good and kind that you've hidden from the world to survive. I've seen it. Otherwise, you wouldn't have saved my life."

"I saved your life because you saved mine. I owed you a debt." Onnie objected. "I didn't want to owe you anything."

"A truly evil person wouldn't care about debts." Pippa said.

"Even evil has standards."

"Look, Onnie, you don't have to pretend with me." Pippa pleaded. "Please, just come with me. We can get out of Central City, and we can go somewhere where we can actually have- well, this, but for real."

"This? Whatever we have? It can't continue." Onnie turned her back to Pippa. "It's just going to get one of us killed."

"I don't care."

"Well, I do." Onnie replied, snatching their jacket away from Pippa. The cold leather in her hand pulled her into a memory, one that wasn't hers but had invaded her mind nonetheless.

They had their body looped around a glittering metal pole, clothed in nothing but a gold strapless crop top, a pair of matching shorts, and a knee-high pair of platform boots. Heavy bass pounded through her ears as she began to spin, a crowd of intoxicated, leering men and women throwing money up onto the stage where she danced.

They began gyrating against the pole, enticing a round of cheers from the crowd. Although Onnie, when in their right mind, would never lower herself to this level, they surprisingly were enjoying themself. She blew a kiss to a tall, uncomfortable-looking woman with long black hair, and dropped to her knees, rising back to her feet by arching her back enticingly.

"So you tell me we can't talk anymore, and then you give me a striptease?" Pippa's voice pulled Onnie out of the memory. "Talk about mixed signals."

"My powers glitched out again." Onnie replied. "I would never."

"Maybe you should stay here, since your powers keep tossing you around spacetime." Pippa offered. "That way you don't accidentally sleepwalk and embarrass yourself."

"Fine. Just stay out of my way."

Pippa grinned. "I make no promises."

"For what it's worth, thanks." Onnie shrugged. "I guess I owe you one."

"Take me out for dinner. You said you would once." Pippa offered. "I've never been to one of those fancy restaurants with a dress code."

"As long as It's not a date." Onnie replied. "I don't date."

"Well, you're in luck, because I'm kind of romantically occupied at the moment." Pippa smirked. "She's short, she's got long black hair, deep eyes like the ocean, and a tendency to turn into an eldritch god when she's pissed off."

"We're not a thing." Onnie narrowed their eyes. "Maybe in another universe, where circumstances were different, but not here. Not now."

"I can wait." Pippa said. "As long as you need me to."

#pippa lowe #onnie thawne #oc shit #vexic :D #revan writes

[mihrsuri]

Have just now managed an OC who is me but better and she’s the baby of the family sweet gentle kind princess who is beautiful and wise and can’t have sex because of trauma but has|carries children because I invented 16th century IVF and she loves sewing and dresses and babies and looking after people and she’s my aspiration and you know what? I am actually working on not being ashamed of creating her.

#lil and her ridiculous aus #ot3: political power trio #anyway it’s pippa #i should write up the kids biographies again #i am shaking off the early 2000s mary sue bullshit even though it’s terrifying #(pippa is a minor character but also she’s everyones favourite and i am determined not to be ashamed of that)

[little-miss-chaos]

✍🏻 writing update 💙

sooooo it's been a little while, but yesterday this idea insisted quite insistently to be written now. and what can I say, I'm weak for Henry grabbing Alex's hair ... 🤷‍♀️

Enjoy! 💙

between floors by little_miss_chaos

Fandom: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Explicit Words: 4115 Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Tags: Elevator Sex, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, Light Dom/sub, Dom Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Sub Alex Claremont-Diaz, Begging, Frottage, Clothed Sex, Coming In Pants, Mirror Sex, Alex's exhibitionist streak, Henry is a little mean but Alex likes it, Aftercare, (they don't really have time but Henry MAKES time), Post-Canon, Amy deservs a raise

summary: Alex is mostly confused when Henry steps up to the panel in the elevator. Even more so when he presses the emergency stop. But the way Henry is suddenly doused in dimmed light and wearing that promising smirk also really turns him on, and Alex’s knees threaten to give out under him. Fuck. or: Henry has an elaborate plan to make Alex feel exceptionally good on their way to their hotel room.

Read it on AO3

#firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #red white and blue #rwrb #fanfiction #fanfiction writing #pippa writes

[wafflesbooks1]

My biggest flex is how I won a creative writing competition by writing bad A Good Girl's Guide To Murder fanfic

#its basically whatd happen if sal was white and evil #agggtm #a good girl's guide to murder #sal singh #pip fitz amobi #pippa fitz amobi #ravi singh #holly jackson #everyone else did worse which is how i won #but i still count it as a flex #because it is #never underestimate the power of fanfic #fanfic #fan fic writing #fan fiction #fandom #writing #writing is hard #creative writing

[nocturnalazure]

#ts3 #sims 3 #sims 3 story #sims stories #tteot story #sims 3 simblr #stella deville #pippa crewe #ralph connery #sorry my dialogues are clunky #i wrote that scene in a writing slump #which is still ongoing btw #laurie arc

[ultimatehopes]

"Mister Pippa?"

The 5 foot nothing fox girl standing at the bar was staring up at Pippa with eyes that showed a maturity way beyond what any 14 year old should hold, Pippa felt slightly threatened just by resting under her gaze.

“Yes, Miss Fiona?” Pippa asked, leaning on the bar, one of her ears flopped down over her eye and she twitched it in annoyance. 

Fiona’s ears flattened for a split second, and she twitched her nose involuntarily. “Are you a snitch Mister Pippa?” 

Pippa suddenly felt actively threatened.

“No I’m not, unless your mother threatens me, in which case I am; I am not going up against Sarah no matter how much I love you, Fiona.” 

Fiona’s nose twitched again and she nodded thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t go against my mother if I had any choice, so I’m with you there Ms Pippa.”

“So why are you inquiring?”

“What-” Fiona cut herself off and pondered a second longer. “If I ask you this I need you to promise not to tell a soul, not even my mother, even if she threatens you.” Fiona looked deadly serious, and Pippa nodded despite his extremely justified fear of Sarah Young's wrath. 

Pippa held out his pinky, “This is between you and me, pinky swear.”

Fiona linked their pinkies and shook firmly, finally sitting on a bar stool across from Pippa. Pippa on auto began to prepare the fox a lemonade, which she accepted with a subdued smile. 

“Do you feel weird when people only call you a girl, Pippa?” Fiona asked slowly, sipping on her lemonade. 

Pippa felt a shock of panic flood his system naturally, the angry growl of Anthony threatening him when he tried to grow out his stubble once rung in his ears. He touched his cheeks softly, feeling the slight roughness that Dusty loved to kiss, and reminding himself that time was over.

“Yeah, I do,” she said plainly, but she could tell Fiona saw every emotion that crossed her face.

“How does it feel when people do that?” 

Pippa sucked air between her teeth and leaned against the bar, chin in hand thoughtfully. 

“Well I don’t mind it in small doses, I like being feminine, I like when Amari calls me aunty, I like when Dusty says I’m his girl, but if they do it too much it feels like someone’s calling me the wrong name. It makes me feel as though they’re talking about someone who doesn’t exist, like they’re disappointed that I’m not a woman, or that they don’t care to notice that I’m not.”

“You hate being called Phil, right?” 

Pippa fake gagged at the name, “Yeah, never call me that on pain of death, Fee,”

“Don’t call me Fee, Phil,” Fiona joked back.

“Sorry, Finny,” Pippa teased, but instead of showing indignation at Pippa using the nickname Fiona only let Soren use, Fiona’s expression dropped.

Pippa stood up slowly, watching Fiona’s expression. Fiona stared back, and suddenly a flash of blue white and pink seemed to cross Pippa’s internal vision.

“Oh, Finny…”

“Don’t you dare tell anyone.” Finny threatened again. 

“I would never, darling, I promise.”

“How does being called Phil make you feel?” Finny asked.

“Like they’re angry at me for being myself,” Pippa said, “Like the fact that I dare not be a macho man who looks like he could be named Phil is a personal insult to them.”

“Does it ever feel like a brand? Like someone marked you and you can’t scrub it off?”

Pippa bit her lip.

“No, but Phillipa does.”

“Is that normal?”

Pippa placed his hand gently on Finny’s hand. “It is for people like us.”

“Am I normal?” Finny asked, staring up at Pippa, their deep brown eyes full of emotion, finally showing the innocence a kid their age should show.

Pippa smiled, “Yes Finny, you’re normal. There’s nothing wrong with you baby, nothing at all.”

Finny smiled, moving their hand to hold Pippa’s.

“My name’s Finlay,” they stated plainly. “I’m a boy, and my name is Finlay.” 

Pippa let go of Finlay’s hand for a second, moving around to the other side of the bar and wrapping Finlay in the tightest hug she could manage. 

“Hi Finlay, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Thanks Pippa… I love you,” Finlay whispered, burying his face in Pippa’s chest. 

“I love you too Finlay, so so much.”

#ender talks #enders writing #enders ocs #redwood chronicles #pippa edwards #finlay hammond-young

[bogwaterrr]

Somebody give me ideas im finally gonna write the crossover hicsqueak and jennyvastra fic ive been putting off writing

#yes im only starting now cause im starting school soon #i need any reason to procrastinate on schoolwork #hicsqueak #jenny flint and madame vastra #the worst witch #hecate hardbroom #pippa pentangle #paternoster gang #jenny flint #madame vastra #i really wanna write it but idk how itll start or what the stoy will be #probably some spell mishap or a vortex manipulator problem

[audgepodge24]

i love holly jackson!

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fictional murderers i stan:

pippa fitz-amobi

arthur gotti

#holly jackson #a good girls guide to murder #five survive #as good as dead #pain #good writing #im going to read them over and over #pip and ravi are meant to be #pippa fitz amobi #i love red kenny

[heathtrash]

*Knocking politely on your inbox door* Hi! I heard you were doing AUs for Halloween too 👀. Now that you've read that sentence, you probably know which AU I'm going to request :D So: Jedi Knight Pentangle playing Force tricks/pranks on Mando Hecate in the spirit of space Halloween :D (Only if you want to. No pressure) <3

Y E S you may!!! this one was so fun to do even though i’ve never written star wars before

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this is part of a little casual hallowe’en challenge to write vignettes/drabbles/flash fiction for anyone who sends me a message to my inbox!

#hecate hardbroom #the worst witch #hicsqueak #pippa pentangle #tww #heathtrash writes #star wars au #jedi pippa #mandolorian hecate