#phoebe stuff

[questions-from-d87]

oc-tober day 2 - education

♤ phoebe + melody's first day of seventh grade.

♤ 1025 words

♤ prompt from @oc-tober2023

♤ this one's a little uneventful on purpose but i hope it's not hard to get through, im not a super experienced writer so i hope it's not just straight up boring lmao

The car rattled as it sped down the road. Melody was happily chatting with her mom up front. Phoebe sat in the back, staring out the window and pretending the raindrops were racing. These car rides always bugged them. Not only was it the agonizingly slow drive to hell (West Middle School), but it was on the way to the first day of her seventh grade year. At least she’d know the building this time, but still, that place was their own personal worst nightmare. They were left to suffer and struggle alone with nothing more than their wired earbuds with only one working ear that weren’t even allowed in the hallways.

Melody was excited, as she usually was. That girl, Phoebe thought, didn’t have the capability to feel anxiety. Not like Phoebe did. With how packed Melody’s life was, the countless activities and clubs she’d be participating in, it seemed like she didn’t have time to feel much.

She hopped out of the car when it slowed to a stop by the front door. They were early, upon Melody’s insistence, so there weren’t quite as many people as there ought to be later. She showed her ID, which she’d gotten printed at the open house, as she entered the building. Immediately after, they shoved it in the side pocket of their backpack and made their way to their homeroom. Melody waved to her as they parted ways. Phoebe weakly returned the gesture.

The signs on the wall of the faces of jaguars and words like “pride”, “community” and “respect” mocked her as she walked down the hall. Hanging in the main hallway were a set of framed photos of eighth grade classes in past years. Their mom was somewhere there, but they didn’t bother to find her.

When she arrived in room 232, the teacher - her math teacher from last year, a tanned older woman with a love for butterflies and a tendency to wisecrack, pointed her to her spot at the back table. She took her seat, took out a pen, and started to draw on her arm. They drew a robotic design, one that trailed up from their knuckles to their elbow.

Homeroom crept by slowly. They did icebreakers, despite all being well aware of each other. The obnoxious football boys - specifically an infamously loud pair who liked to single out Phoebe for being quiet - had unfortunately been seated next to each other, making everyone miserable.

Next was algebra. The teacher greeted her at the door, a balding, perfectly-boring looking man in glasses, a blue polo and khakis. When she walked in, Ginger, already seated in the back, waved to her. Ginger was a classic scene queen - she had big black hair she’d clip patterned extensions into, lots of different belts, and a pale face enhanced by heavy makeup. She had a generous, tall figure and big brown eyes, and she’d reapply her makeup whenever she got bored of class. She was an eighth grader, a year above Phoebe. The two of them were just on the cusp of being friends.

The teacher's impossibly dry voice described every last bit of the syllabus. Ginger gave her a look, rolled her eyes, and smiled - "isn't this boring?" was the message she interpreted. Phoebe laughed a little to themself and nodded in response. Ginger never failed to make them smile. Something about her felt distinctly special to Phoebe. Something that set her heart aflutter.

Then came art class. Melody had signed up for the same class - she’d insisted they pick an elective to do together, and Phoebe liked art well enough. Melody waved a hand and patted the stool beside her at the wooden table, making a hollow thunking sound and extending an invitation she couldn’t reject.

The teacher was a young blonde woman who seemed eccentric (as all good art teachers are, at least a little). She was smiling brightly with perfectly white, straight teeth. She wore a jumpsuit patterned with orchids and a gold rope chain around her neck.

The class was given paper to fold into tent shapes. The familiar name tent get-to-know-you was probably Phoebe’s favorite - it didn’t involve much talking to other people, and it could be as low-effort as she wanted.

They looked to their side. Melody, on her neatly folded orange construction paper, wrote her name in elegant cursive. Phoebe, on her yellow triangle, simply scribbled hers down with her pen.

The teacher pulled up a slideshow about herself and went through each slide, and Phoebe found herself distracted - it honestly didn't matter that much to her where her art teacher went last summer or what college her daughter was going to.

“You really aren’t supposed to draw on yourself like that,” whispered Melody, gesturing to Phoebe’s arm. “It’s bad for your skin.”

“I already did it, didn’t I?”

The rest of the day passed by slowly - lunch was hell, as it usually was. Phoebe didn’t have much of an appetite, so they chose to simply skip it, which Melody scolded her for. At least it was nice of her to care. Throughout the day, the only things she really tended to feel were anxiety and apathy, which wasn’t unusual for her, but was still a bit alarming.

The bell rang for the end of the day, and Phoebe took a seat on the ground in the shade to wait for their mother’s car to pull up and bring them and Melody home. Melody came out shortly after and took a seat beside them - she tried to make conversation at first, but eventually simply pulled out a book, noticing Phoebe didn’t seem to be in the mood to chat.

Phoebe got to her feet as the old Buick rolled into the parking lot. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked to the car, Melody close behind her.

They opened the car door and set their backpack on the seat beside them before sitting down in the car.

But as they watched out the window, the car slowly pulling out from the parking lot, they could swear they saw a disembodied shadow pass behind a tree.

[questions-from-d87]

- requiem was the first to be made specifically for this universe, he was kind of created on a whim and was super different originally. he was like a single father who was targeted by the king for his fear of death

- javier was made so requiem had a target, pretty much. im trying to give him a solid identity beyond that but hes probably the least fleshed out in terms of backstory so far

- kiki is the oldest in terms of creation in general, since she was actually made for another story. i made her up when i was young as a ghost story, and her being a popular ghost story in the town that she lived in is kind of a nod to that. i put her in tomodachi life when i was younger as like. a tall teenage bitter goth but i realized that wasn't who i wanted her to be when i decided to put her into the story

- i kind of lose track of the order of creation here but i believe the next to be made was melody. originally requiem was on his own in d87 but i realized that wasn't the story i wanted to tell so i decided to figure out a couple other characters to put in

- phoebe was made in order to create a larger cast and to provide backstory for both herself and melody

- tobi originally wasn't related to melody and phoebe at all, they were just kind of an idea that popped into my head that i liked. fun fact, his clothes are heavily inspired by jeff and tony's school uniforms in earthbound

- adeline was the last messenger to be created, i really like to explore the concept of pressure and high expectations from family and from oneself (and i wanted to give someone a cool ballet outfit) so adeline was born. it was a fairly recent decision to make her officially transfem but i feel like it adds to her story

- mary was the first member of the 50's squad to be created and has changed quite a bit since her original concept. she was inspired by the song killer queen bc i was listening to it and came up with the idea for "shotgun mary". im considering using that name as an in universe nickname for her due to her bold personality

- theodore was a guardian before he was a human in terms of creation. his human form (as well as onyx's) was made well after his guardian form. the idea for theo just kind of popped into my head one time and i thought it would be interesting to have a less human-looking character in d87 aside from the king

- onyx was made originally for theo to have someone to relate to. his human form and the details of his backstory were fleshed out later. it was a fairly recent decision to make he and theodore's backstories connected by making daisy mary's girlfriend but i feel like it adds a little depth and complexity to the relationship and provides reason for theo and onyx to be so close

- daisy was i believe the most recent character to be made. she was made originally mostly to give onyx's backstory a little flavor but i decided to flesh her out a little more because i don't really like to have characters that only exist for the sake of the plot

Why did you create your OC?

[necromancelena]

Chūnibyō indulgence for a cringe ass magpie

[transmechanicus]

Dark Heresy VII - Concept Artist Phobe Herring

[robylovi]

AAA CONGRATS TO THE AWESOME AMAZING AND TALENTED @the-fandom-phantom FOR 300 FOLLOWERS ‼️‼️ HERE’S MY CONTRIBUTION TO HER DTIYS 💕💕

[petrichor-moss-and-lightning]

on reckless, self-destructive devotion and the sharp edges of longing that look almost like teeth

Phoebe Bridgers, “Moon Song” // unknown // Margaret Atwood, “Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein” // quadruple dog art by @mxmorggo on Instagram // Hozier, “Take Me to Church” // STELLAR, “Reflections” // AJJ, “I Wanna Be Your Dog 2” // Mitski, “I’m Your Man” // William Shakespeare, Midsummer’s Night Dream // Tumblr user @ojibwa // Trista Mateer, from “How I Asked You to Stay,” Honeybee.

[questions-from-d87]

Theo > Onyx > Adeline > Tobi > Javier > Melody > Phoebe > Requiem > Kiki

1950s squad (Theo and Onyx human forms)

Onyx > Theo > Mary > Daisy

Rank your OCs from tallest to shortest.

[schizolico]

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Never not delighted by Jamie’s initial glee at seeing Roy’s gift from Phoebe, because he knows – just as Roy’s sister knows – that Roy is absolutely going to hate that shirt but will have no choice but to wear it anyway, because darling niece.

Only then Phoebe starts to describe the thought behind it and

ooooh

that’s good, that’s some proper fucking gift giving that

this girl is a genius.

[a-delicious-victorian-child]

[questions-from-d87]

In the hunger games what would the outcome be for everyone?

thank you @javierghost21 and @heyoitseragon for explaining the hunger games to me lmao

district 1 (jewlery and luxury items): requiem blackwood

district 2 (masonry and weapons): phoebe brookes

district 3 (electronics): melody brookes

district 4 (fishing): theodore cross

district 5 (electricity): tobias brookes

district 6 (transportation): onyx jackson

district 7 (lumber) - javier garcia-webster

district 8 (textiles) - adeline emile

district 9 (grain production) - marianna cross

district 10 (livestock) - nikolai kuznetsov

district 11 (agriculture) - cirice xiong

district 12 (coal mining) - daisy jackson

requiem and phoebe would live the longest fs

[hattiestgal]

Due to a FEW SELECT FOLKS recent teasing, I have come to propose a question:

What if I was pancakes

[hattieafterdark]

Oral Examination

[gerbits]

fun fact: I almost missed this

[gingerjolover]

is the fandom still alive?? sorry y’all, mama has been going THRU it!

i HATE my job, trying to find a new one that gives me more work life balance bc i have barely had time to write :(

i really want to start posting again, even if it’s only once a week, but it’s so hard when i’m tired all the time

also i’m getting tested for autism because you’re girl has been having some…meltdowns at work

and they don’t give me any medical accommodations :(

anyways! if you sent a request recently OR there’s something that you really want me to continue, please please PLEASE put it at the top of my inbox!!!!

[cassmouse]

Okay but if a big icy demon lord wanted me to willingly separate my body from my consciousness for two minutes then sending a pretty ghost girl to convince me to do it would be a really effective way to go about it so