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theobaba:

Theo has to wrinkle her nose at Raphael’s words, immediately disgusted by the very implication, which is what she assumes was his intention in saying it. She hates to give him the satisfaction, but he’s achieved his goal, and he generally tends to. As much as she hates to admit it, Raphael has known her long enough to know exactly what buttons to push. It pisses her off a bit, frankly. 

“Okay, first of all,” Theo arches a brow as she holds up a finger pointedly, leaning into Raphael to make sure the impact of her words is conveyed. “… Ew.” Theo stares him down before she’s holding up two fingers and continuing, “Second of all… ew.” An elegant couple pass by them then, and at the reminder that they’re in public Theo tries to morph her expression into something pretty and demure once again, delicately flipping her hair over her shoulder in an attempt to compose herself. But she’s pretty sure her annoyance still sours the expression on her face given the company. “Which poor girl’s pussy are you trying to slither into now?” Theo hisses in a whisper as she looks around the gallery completely not in search for the girl in question, because she doesn’t care. She truly couldn’t care less… God, okay, fine, maybe she does care a little, but it’s only because judging people is a hobby she actively participates in.

Raphael could never pin point the exact moment in the last two decades that he had decided making Theo’s life harder than it needed to was a good hobby, but when constantly presented with the opportunity, he took it as a sign. He was just meant for it, and she fell for it every single time, even when more than likely he wasn’t involved in it. He’d gladly take the credit. Most of the time. Having said that, he knew better than to expect no retaliation, and the last thing he was going to do was make it any easier for her.

“Nice try.” He sneered, “But I’m not letting your intervene.” It was pure luck that Raphael’s latest conquest (if all went well) was, at the moment, not available to the public and away from Theo’s judgy eyes. Sadly, it was only a matter of minutes when that would change; the performance crew set out to rush out and do their weird shit soon. Like he said, he was broadening his tastes. “That is, unless you’re trying to double up. In every sense of the word.” A joke for the most part. “Show me yours I’ll show you mine.” He murmured the phrase, teasing her as he leaned towards her. 

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ainslcyy:

❝ Excuses acceptées. ❞ Ainsley replied without having to think about it, though she knew he was far from genuine and so was she. She also noticed the poor accent, he’d have to work on the pronunciation but Ains had a feeling French wasn’t his language of choice. ❝ It seems strange how many professors think we want to read the Communist Manifesto. No one has ever wanted to read that, not even once. ❞ Her eyes lit up when he sat down next to her, seeing how everyone else pretending not to watch seemed to get even more agitated that the two of them were breaking the rules. ❝ No idea. ❞ Ainsley admitted, leaning back herself as she placed her tea down to enjoy the view of people watching them in terror or shock - she wasn’t sure which one but she loved it nonetheless. ❝ But according to these morons, the stairs know if you aren’t a senior and will curse you forever. So… ❞ she glanced over at him coyly, ❝ we must be cursed together. ❞

The view from where they sat was just like any other, nothing special or precious about it. No breathtaking sight that deemed the steps worthy of any curse or worthy of it’s overall sacredness if he were being honest. In fact, the only view involved those viewing them; convinced that they were now doomed to fail at life for the next ten years if not more. “Must be.” Raphael agreed only after a beat, turning his attention towards Ainsley once more and eyeing her knowingly. He didn’t know her as much as he pretended to, and she knew that. He was sure of it. In spite of that (or maybe because of it), his distrust grew, looking past her coy glance. “Though I have a feeling you don’t mind a curse or two.” He speculated out of thin air, “unlike our audience.” 

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theobaba:

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“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.” Theo blurts out without thought. She can’t help it. At this point it was pretty much a natural reaction to being faced with Raphael fucking Marchetti, which Theo usually tended be, against her will might she add. Like now. Theo had gone out of her way to get into this gallery. The guest list was so exclusive that Obama would probably have trouble getting on it. Theo herself had to wait for longer than she’d ever admit to anyone ever, and in the end she only got here because her date had a connection. She was really just here for the clout more than having any interest in the art, to take instagram pictures, and flex on her followers, something she usually enjoyed. But could she even take pleasure in that now with the presence of Raphael marring the whole evening?

“Raph, what are you doing here?” Theo hisses between clenched teeth, full on glaring at him before he can even get a word in. “Are you stalking me? Are you fucking stalking me, Raphael, because I swear to god, I will call the cops on your ass I don’t even care.” She wouldn’t. Ironically, they’d probably arrest her instead of him with her family history. Theo can feel a growl rising in her throat. “You don’t even like shit like this!” 

Raphael was there for one reason and one reason only, and said reason did not include one Theodora Baba. Naturally, as she believed that she was the Sun and the world revolved around her, she assumed the complete opposite. Not that he wasn’t partly to blame for her jumping to conclusions— he had taken a part in ensuring he was a staple in her life. Yates, however, that was just fate. As was the gallery. Whose art he’d been mindlessly looking at for the past fifteen minutes like the rest of the crowd, anticipating the real show. The performance piece. 

Raphael, fortunate as he was, didn’t have to wait long for a performance. At first he was genuinely surprised; the sight of Theo making her way across the room with an irritated look on her face, although familiar, not what he expected for the night. But then after the initial shock all he could feel was joy. Pure and explicit joy. “Theo.” Raph greeted her with a nod and a boyish grin.  “Always a pleasure.” He simpered through his words. “If you must know my tastes have broadened.” As in his taste in women, not art. “As will other things tonight, I suppose.” The boyish grin morphed into a smirk, more or so answering her question. 

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ainslcyy:

Thank God, she wasn’t about to get another scathing lecture on how she did’t belong on those steps. She hadn’t earned it. But considering no one else was out lounging on the steps in February, Ainsley figured she wouldn’t be fighting anyone for room. ❝ How existential and deep of you. ❞ Ainsley rolled her eyes almost wishing he had come over to yell at her instead. ❝ Political literature, ❞ she sat up, glancing at the books he held in his hands, ❝ that certainly sounds like a curse. And not one you chose for yourself, I gather. ❞ Not really a question but more of an observation. His comment made her smirk as she finally decided to look and see how many people were willing her to spontaneously combust on the spot. ❝ It does feel like a political statement sitting here. Maybe they should all take the stick out of their asses and let me be…but somehow, I doubt that will happen. ❞ She got a sort of twisted joy out of it. They told her not to do something and she was determined to keep doing it. ❝ Care to join me or are you too scared you might get smited? ❞

Ainsley’s deriding tone did not go unnoticed by Raphael, who in turn nodded before rolling his own eyes. “Mes excuses pour l'interruption.” He chided a fake apology with what he knew was her language of choice (accent in need of some work) all while his eyes tracked the movement of her fingers, ultimately landing on her own piece of literature. “Yes, well, Professor Burke likes to think his students enjoy reading ancient manifestos among other useless information.” Raphael shuffled his set of books as he explained his so called curse, looking off to his side as a pair of other collegiates walked up the steps— chit-chatter on their tongues. It enlivened him how something so small as taking a seat at the Alderidge steps apparently bothered others so much, Ainsley’s proposition proving she felt the same way. Raphael was only offended she presumed he’d be scared of such a thing.“Well then?” He asked the question as soon as he took his own seat next to her, leaning back lazily and taking in the view. “Am I suppose to feel some type of way now? Powerful? Anarchic? Comme un roi?” Raph only prodded to see what exactly Ainsley got out of resisting the status-quo in such a vague way. 

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ainslcyy:

Location: Alderidge Library steps Closed: @raphmarchetti​

Gripping her cup of earl gray, Ainsley leaned back against the step behind her, eyes zooming over the pages of her book, hardly noticing the looks she was getting from other students passing by. Anyone other than a senior lounging on the steps was strictly prohibited, for some reason, so a freshman making herself at home to waste time in between her morning classes was unheard of. It was practically unholy. Ainsley knew. She didn’t care. It actually helped keep people away from her and who was she to turn away from some peace and quiet? A shadow crossed over her, blocking the natural light from the sun causing the girl to finally glance up. ❝ If you’re here to tell me I’m going to be cursed for ten years, I think I’ll take my chances. ❞

“Fanculo la mia vita.” Raphel grimaced as soon as he stepped outside the doors of Alderidge, his book selection leaving much to be desired. All the books in the world couldn’t fix the political storms raging around the world, not even Machiavelli’s Il Principe or Stewart Mill’s On Liberty, and yet professors tried. Had his father had a say in any of it the man would have laughed, and for once, Raphael would have agreed. Walking languidly and with his finger on the first page of one of his books, Raph paused to watch where he was going only to see a familiar brunette on the steps. It appeared he wasn’t the only one to have spot her either. Amused at her antics, Raph continued his walk and stepped down until he hovered over her— tilting his head as if studying her. “We’re all cursed one way or another, don’t you agree?” He didn’t care she was on the steps, though other lingering eyes surrounding them obviously did. “For instance I’ve been cursed with political literature.” He motioned to his now shut books, “not as damned as being scrutinized for taking a seat but political in nature now that I think about it.” 

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loverandfightr:

“Don’t be jealous Marchetti. You call it pathetic. I call it a profit. We don’t all have daddy’s wallet to pay tuition fees. Books add up.  ” Erick retorted. He was raised charming, but rarely sincere. “I have the same plan I do every year hermano. What’s wrong with making someone feel a little special? It’s what I’m good at. And it’s for a good cause. Me.”

"how original.” raphael finds himself interjecting under his breath at the mention of his father, ‘daddy’s money’ often a hot topic of conversation for those who lacked it. fortunate enough, raphael gave zero fucks on the topic, and would rather entertain his company than fight it. erick, of all people, was a particular species of shitheads— barely bearable but enough to enjoy his company (sometimes). “nothing wrong with that.” he secedes with a boyish grin, “tell me you at least get laid out of this. what better than prime, expensive college girls desperate enough for it, right?”

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mollymro:

molly would’ve been pissed at the intrusion had the view of raphael’s back not been an undeniably pleasant one. “ i’m six foot four. ” she quips, tilting her chin upwards so it’s a fraction less of a lie that only she believes. “ and my wrath is more like an almond cookie with cyanide in it. you don’t feel it, you just die. ” she explains herself with a shrug, hands extended out to her sides momentarily. “ i don’t know why everyone always picks buddy. he’s kind of a christmas dumbass. what sort of fighting strategy can come out of that? ”

theres no need to say anything to molly’s obvious failed attempt of a lie, opting to simply looking at her up and down before shaking his head— breathy laugh following suit. “mmm, debatable. i know a few who’d say they definitely feel it.” raphael’s tone is monotone in spite of his own failed attempt at being a jester, not in his nature to do so. “a dumbass has nothing to lose, romero. makes for one hell of a fighter.” 

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loverandfightr:

“Ladies and Gentleman this is your favorite bachelor Erick Escobar with a very special message.” Erick’s voice echoed over the school’s speakers. “Sick of the the “where’s your boyfriend?” questions? Want to make your parents mad? Flex on that shitty Ex? Or make your hometown jealous? Well luckily for you all I will be doing my annual rent me for valentines day deals once again! There are flyers hung up around campus with more details. Prices are negotiable, depending on how hot your are. I look forward to hearing from you all.” the male smirked. He put the microphone down and left the office and walked into the hall. “Did you enjoy the announcement?” he asked the person in his line of view.

"it borders on pathetic.” raphael motions to the paper in his hand; haven had ripped off the flyer off the cork board to read over the details. leave it to erick to establish himself as yates’ favorite bachelor— and to remind everyone via a public service announcement. it left a bad taste in raph’s mouth, something only someone so vain and idiotic could do. “not as pathetic as those who go through with it, of course.” he finally looks away from the flyer and up to the date for hire, “i assume you have no plans for valentine’s day, then? what a surprise.” 

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“ i asked you a question, you puddle-soaked piece of shitty cardboard. ” in molly’s head, the metaphor makes sense. a wet piece of a cardboard box would be cast aside, much like an unwanted person. but she won’t be explaining that –– how boring. “ who would win in the ufc octagon in las vegas? chance the rapper or will ferrell as buddy the elf from the seminal classic christmas film elf? ” flipping the massive hood of her hoodie up over her head, she crosses her arms in anticipation of an answer. “ ––– say ‘i don’t know’ and i’ll eat your entire family alive. ”

the question was absurd, even more so coming from a member of the society whose selling point was their intellect. somehow a ufc octagon fight between a rapper and a fictional character lacked said intellect. further more, the person at the other end of the conversation appeared to be completely fucking confused if not horrified. it would have been a crime to leave them to the wolves— or rather, wolf. “you’d be much more threatening if you just had the height.” raphael interrupts the conversation by stepping between the two, unconcerned for his own well being. “you’re dismissed.” he motions for the victim to shoo and watches them on their way. a lamb between a den of lions. “making them feel your wrath already?” raphael watches a moment longer before turning towards molly, a thoughtful look on his face. “the answer is buddy, obviously.” 

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“   my  ability  to  engage  in  small  talk  ended  approximately…  four  drinks  ago.  me  and  my  last  two  braincells..  we..  we  can’t  do  this  anymore..  i-   ”  for  some  reason,  the  tiny  blonde  looked  irrevocably  devastated  for  not  being  wildly  drunk  on  a  friday  night.  now  that  was  a  scandalous  sight  to  behold.   “   lets  do  something  fun,  yeah?  the  night  is  still  young  and  this  bullshit  soiree  has  me  bored  off  my  tits.  in  the  wise words  of   one   delightful  mr.  kapranos:  take.  me.  out.  preferably  somewhere  where  they  serve  real  drinks.   ”

raphael huffs in amusement, all while taking a drink of his own suspiciously clear drink. water, vodka— it was all the same. “well, let me be the first to congratulate you on your second brain cell.” he turns to her with his glass in the air with the intention of it looking like a toast. “i bet that little one was getting a little lonely.” that shit-eating grin of his takes over raphael’s face and he pauses only to down the rest of his water before offering something that might put odessa out of her misery. “i’ve got something better. that is, if you’re willing. i’m not a babysitter.” 

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(LORENZO ZURZOLO, CISMALE) - RAPHAEL MARCHETTI is in HIS SOPHOMORE year. The POLITICS major is 20 years old & is a CAPRICORN. People say HE is COURTEOUS, INGENIOUS, UNRELIABLE and CAPRICIOUS. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY SOCIETY. I heard from the gossip blog that HE WAS SENT TO BOARDING SCHOOL AFTER BEING CAUGHT IN A COMPROMISING POSITION WITH HIS STEP-SISTER. 

greetings and salutations!!! it’s been a while since i joined a new group but i’m excited to be here and do all of the plotting. y’all can call me y and this dude here is raphael/raph/whatever.

here is his pinterest board and whenever i finish his playlist i’ll put that up too. not that his board is finished but ya know... that’s too much work or whatever. anyways!

tw: incest i guess????? they’re not blood related whatever! if casey and derek could get away with it so can raph! i’m adding a little spice to this rp ok :~) (btw its like a 2 yr difference we’re into taboo plots but not too taboo ok sdsdfjkg)

raphael was brought into this world on december 22nd and with him he brought death; his mother passing away the same night. because of this, his father was left with the burden of raising him but not without the help of various women whom he married and inevitably divorced. at least until wife number four came along. the pair married when raphael was fifteen and the union grew the marchetti family by three. not only did raphael gain a new step-mother but two siblings: an elder brother and a younger sister.

at first, it was innocent between serena and raphael. whereas raphael was the broody type to find himself lounging in the garden with a book, serena was the complete opposite. she was lively; always smiling and up to no good, constantly having to drag her new step-brother out of whatever corner he’d hidden himself. the more time the two spent together the more smitten he became, and eventually their relationship took an unexpected turn. it was fine though— they both knew how to keep a secret.

SO, son to a sitting member of the senate of the republic of italy (forza italia party), raphael grew up surrounded by everything politics and had to portray a very specific image. it’s why he grew up gallantly and why others may perceive him as shy or stuck up. in reality he is far from shy and more on the aloof side, amused by the little things in life and aware of everything around him. one day it’s going to be him in the senate of the republic, or so his father says anyways. politics? idk her! 

his schooling was typical for a son of a politician, all the best private schools the world had to offer at their disposal. although his home remained in italy, as he grew it became a summer thing: attending his junior high years in new york (and traveling elsewhere if there was time allotted). part of him did it to stay away from serena, but come break time when he’d return home it would just start all over again. ANYWAYS obvs the two got caught one summer and what do you know he was sent to boarding school to finish his high school years and his dad obviously killed the story 

this makes family reunions a little awkward aha (the two don’t talk much nowadays but every now and then they do text. serena even sends him care packages now!!!!) though raphael would never admit it, he did fall for her but views it as a puppy love type of relationship. the two were young and without true parental supervision, and somehow ended up being each other’s first love. gross i know but what can u do!

ANYWAYS!!! boarding school years were... a mess. this were the years raphael broke out of his shell and began to explore his own persona outside of the marchetti name and its expectations. so you have your usual drug use, the beginning of a slight drinking problem, girls girls and more girls. he also took up fencing??? like ok.. sounds about white my dude, but yeah he took up fencing and is actually quite good at it good for him. 

he of course did not do any of his school work and paid for his grades like every rich white dude can and blah blah graduated and decided to go to yates!!!

plot wise i dont care i will do anything!!!! give me angst!! give me more fucked up shit to add cause i love hurting my characters!! girls he’s slept with??? bros from boarding school??? an ex mayhaps?? hell, bring the sister i dont’ care just plot with me !!!

in conclusion i offer a stereotypical white boy with a slight drinking problem who likes to read, will one day say ‘it’s not my dream dad, it’s yours!!!!, and has an incestual(?) past sdjgbfg .

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