So, if y’all know me well enough, you know that I’ve been seriously struggling between life, college and now muse! Therefore, this little Pea is going to be put on hiatus! I’m definitely not feeling in the right place to be writing/on here in general but I love my boy and hope that I’ll gain muse soon! Love you all & if anyone would like my dis.cord it is: brassloyalty#7409 !! Hope you all understand and see you!!

gonna be pretty mia from here for the next week !! college has me swamped and i’m just not feeling myself at all !! if anyone wants my discord, hmu !!

The game that they used to call them all together was a mystery waiting to be dissected; Toni and Sweet Pea having exchanged looks upon the introduction of it all in that first meeting behind closed doors, her legs left swinging from the edge of a desk that she oh-so-precariously perched herself upon. Only Fangs seemed to feed into the hyped hysteria of it, but the two fully fledged of them couldn’t make a start or a finish of it. And somehow, if questioned about it, they needed to know enough to make conversation? The warning, going around to the others, was that the Sheriff’s son had a hell of an attachment to the game himself. Great… Plans made, arranged - the two semi-generals of the Jones army meeting up after class and work to unpack the game they were meant to be sparing their after school hours for. Smoking a cigarette in the privacy of Sweet Pea’s trailer when he walked in, a smile curling its way across her features. Tiredness pulled him down, but she was there with ready arms to catch him, one guiding him down, down, into the space beside her so that she could look over what he dumped out onto the coffee table, sparsely decorated within the neglect of all others within this place. Only Sweet Pea ever came here anymore - his parents, more deadbeats than they were caretakers, having taken off ages ago to chase down some Atlantic City scheme. And she, well, she was a wonderer, made modern day traveller. With no place to really rest herself, even as he came and settled halfway against her, almost the anchor she needed. The box in his hands as she squinted to read over the words, “Fuck no,” holding cherry red away from him until she realized he’d likely love a hit, pressing it between his chapped lips with a familiar grin, making herself comfortable. “So. From what I know, you get like. A sheet of paper. You make up a character and something figures out the stats of it, I don’t know what, and then that character sheet can stay with you for like. Years. People build entire stories around it, it’s pretty hardcore. Um… someone is a dungeon master? And they set the rules of the game and make up the story you’re going to play. That’s kinda all I know. Why. You gonna surprise me here and show me you’re actually a Dungeons and Dragons aficionado?”  Pushing at him teasingly, but really, happy, that at least they could figure this out together, and somehow make themselves look like less of an ass if ever cornered and made to explain the ins and outs of the game. Jones would have to choose something like this, didn’t he? @brassloyalty

@brassloyalty PLOTTED for a FUTURE!THREAD

“You seriously can’t be defending her right now,” her voice echoed lowly, hands falling to her hips. She had figured that after they had gotten married that the defense and loyalty to Betty would falter. But sure enough, it was still there. And a part of her never wanted to dare to ask why, now it seemed to be coming to a head. Years she had been dealing with it as though Betty Cooper could do know wrong in the light of every argument and sly remark they had with each other. While fairly assumed that Cheryl had always started the interactions with her own negative slurs and commentary, a part of her still wanted to be defended, to be understood. The Cooper’s were a failure in her sights of family, especially when it came to the twins and Polly.

“Either I missed the Elizabeth Cooper Serpent initiation or you have some moral compass duality with loyalty for her,” she rolled her eyes, scoffing. Cheryl was attempting to forget the years she had been vacant from town, ignoring that this could possibly have been faulted on her. “Because I’m sick of you thinking I’m the dark and brooding bad guy here whenever there’s a spat between the two of us. You’re supposed to be on my side. We’re supposed to be a team.”

So, I’m finally jumping on this because I’m the worlds worst and slowest person on the planet !! Liking this will mean;

☞ I’ll write you random starters when the muse emerges !

☞ I’ll come befriend/bother you on a regular basis !

☞ You’ll be the first I come to for plot ideas that would work with our muses !

☞ Sweet Pea won’t punch your muse in the face (hopefully!) & you’ll have my undying love !

ALSO @brassloyalty is my favorite human for dealing with me every time i’m a hurricane of a human. the loml. thanks for being u. 

Pig, she chided silently, but all he got was a silent, pointed look in return. Brows raised sharply in appreciation though, because she couldn’t not find him a little bit funny, what with that subtle smirk she recognized all too well. She shifted her bag on her shoulder, a hand moving to brush long hair back over her shoulder to avoid getting it tangled in the strap of material. “She might still try – but, I’m not sure why. Seems like she wants to play nicey-nice with the others, or whatever!” Eyes rolled dismissively. Sure, she was closer to Jughead and that part of his life, and she’d found some kind of strange friendship in the lone Blossom heir. But that was something she wouldn’t quite explain. Toni had never shown a particular interest in theatre, but then, South Side hadn’t exactly offered her much to test that. She fell into step next to him easily, dragging a little in her steps. “Not. Interested.”