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Chapter 32: Again Odette learned, what could have been a century ago, that the awareness of assault arrived like a shower in hot tar. A burning pin in the middle of the crown that slowly but surely crawled down the head, face, shoulders, chest. Before you knew it, it was all over you; a slimy...

[[Okay, hi. Let's do this.]] Odette gestured to the squirtle. "Just want to make it clear that I clocked you right off the bat. It was way too convenient that you singled in on me the moment you started speaking, then went straight into asking about the Virgin? Yeah, way too convenient. Even...

[[My therapist, literally 15 minutes ago: You need to work on keeping your angry energy under control. Mafia: Hold my fucking beer. Anyway, RACING to Ulta to buy eyeliner, stay tuned for my soon losing-my-shit post]]

Odette frowned. She looked at the fucking squirtle. Then at the ghost of Watt. “I actually despise every single one of you.” A huff. “Yeah, hi. Meet your friendly neighborhood Virgin.” Despite, on principle, likely being the biggest whore in the game, that’s of course the emera she grabbed...

[[I did consider this! But Pano specifically capitalized "Drunk," like referring the role. I feel like it were just RP flavor or something adjacent, they wouldn't have. But I'm also willing to admit I'm zeroing in the wrong thing rn (because I am; I am muuuuuuuch more concerned with hearing from...

Odette had been writing for a while. A long while. Where she got the paper and pen to do so was anybody's guess. She finished after everyone finally shut up. [So after all of that, I'm clocking (ha see what I did there uwu) as follows:] Dave/Dragonfree – Neutral, hasn't said much to indicate...

What the fuck was with these multiverse games changing her body? She knew she was short, maybe a degree unattractive to the asshole who kept pulling her into these things--something, something, beauty is in the eye of the beholder or whatever--but still. It got old after a while. Odette...

[just want to acknowledge that I am present, I have just been very very busy today. Will sit down and digest backlog and post before I go to bed tonight]

Chapter 31: The Bitter Taste of History There was a point in time when Odette might have been excited to attend a masquerade. The outfits, the dancing, the masks. A theater kid’s dream. It was too bad her first real brush with one came with such a nightmarish guest list under such nightmarish...

Name: Odette Cinq-Mars Species: Lopunny Pronouns: She/Her Extras: The Very Well Adjusted and Never-Been-Wrong human lead of my fic, White Swan, Black Swan. Sort of calm, very calculated, and not at all collected thanks to a healthy helping of unresolved trauma and (literal) unholy anger issues.

Third time’s the charm, give me something related to occult/secret societies/cults pls

Chapter 30: Wounded Little Girl Halton excused himself shortly after he bandaged up Odette’s hands. They were a little tight for her liking, but she supposed it was best to cease the bleeding. She focused her attention on trying to stretch them out, sipping on the fresh chamomile as she did...

Chapter 2: Spell of the Heart ♩ “So it spoke to you?” Noel gasped over the landline. Odette dipped her head out of the crack in her bedroom door to double check if she could still hear the rickety farmhouse pipes clamoring with the running shower in the master bathroom. As long as Bernard was...

Happy 3 months of bullshit uwu 12/9 232,384 870 12/10 232,484 100 12/11 232,524 40 12/12 232,540 16 12/13 232,545 5 12/14 232,558 13 12/15 232,692 134 12/16 232,709 17 12/17 233,245 536 12/18 233,445 200 12/19 233,517 72 12/20 233,778 261 12/21 234,046 268 12/22...

Chapter 29: Paying the Price Bernard’s proclivity for puzzles came in handy for passing the time before dinner would be ready. It also gave Odette something to think about that wasn’t the sound of Vienna’s giggling in the kitchen. What was there to be so happy about when she was knowingly...