#[[ anyway !! lmk if you wanna plot smth else ]]

[general-kalani]

sends u flower for preestablished relationship w rickaroni

{ Prompt from here! }

bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies {If a zombie apocalypse counts LMFAO} /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ Charles ] is the bad influence  /  [ Rick ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ Charles ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ Rick ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[wakatshi]

hear me out i wanna bring back my smaus/long fics or at least one of them 😋 gonna put the plots under readmore lmk what u think ty !! both are wakatoshi smaus btw

I’M (NOT) YOUR THERAPIST — aspiring therapist, you become the shame of your family after a messy divorce (arranged marriage with a wealthy businessman) and you’re left with nothing. desperate, broke and homeless, you move in with your best friend, oikawa tooru. but oikawa happens to be one of japan’s highest paid supermodels and living with him.. it’s so much harder than it seemed. you didn’t ask for his chaotic lifestyle and you find yourself being forced to quickly adapt to his life, his parties and his friends. though you reconnect with an old acquaintance and he’s just as famous as your best friend.

UNTITLED (FOR NOW) the original title was in the night — tinder hookup goes wrong. well, not really. one night you end up hooking up with miya atsumu, for some reason you ask him for his number, but you’re both high, he can’t think straight, you get the wrong number. you message him, but someone else replies? so next time you try texting your tinder date, make sure to double check the number. because men like ushijima wakatoshi hate being interrupted and as a matter of fact, they’re always too busy to text. busy doing what, though? there’s gonna be a plot twist at some point, hence the original title

— billionaire ceo wakatoshi, fake dating, some violence here and there, alcohol & drugs, night life

love using my kins as plot devices <3 i was considering different endings/routes for oikawa and atsumu, but knowing myself… yeah! anyway tell ur thoughts i’d love to bring them back. esp the second smau 😍 but only because idk how to continue i’m not your therapist MSNDNXND if you want routes.. i can try smth slayyyy

[sukirichi]

Sukkiiiii YOUR FAVORITE SIGNED HEADPHONES ANON IS BACK nojkjk HAHAHAHAHABut Anywhooo how're uuuuu?? Fine I hope AND okei I have a lot to unpack so as Im typing this while I cut pictures for an anime backdrop poster for our Family Christmas Party—no jkjk I legit had to finish it first

Lemme start withhh replying to ur last reply to my shortest ask yet. Actually at that time my exams were done—they ended Dec 16, then had our Christmas Party at 17 but anywho that's not the point here bc I was actually busy with smth else—I was legit busy cramming the additional tasks my teachers assigned. Anyways enough about that—Im gonna reserve the other for part two

SOOO let us talk about Dusk Til Dawn—YEEEEEEE I Love It. Periodt. I just didn't like how I had to stop bc of my Cold like I had to sneeze every now and then so my reading was chop-chop aaaanddd as a self proclaimed veteran of a fanfic reader and suki fan, right off the bat of reading chap one I alr knew it was too good to be true well like, NGL U GOT ME HOOKED but then I saw that the song for the second chap was from Tears of Gold but did u change it? I think u did—right?I haven’t read chapter two YET but seeing everyone else’s reactions got me goin 🤡😅😂🥲😰🤯🙃 Seeing the Iris hate got me wheezing but dw, I can see myself joining in too

BUT OKEI U UNDERSTAND FILIPINOO?!?!? Well I did have my suspicions since u listen to Ben and Ben so, anyways nakaka-excite lang sya and to the anon who ranted in Filipino—BET AHAHAHAHAHAHA the way you just wanna pull her hair HAHAHAHA

Now when I saw the original plot line of DTD, I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD the whole reason on why Kiyoomi’s song with YN was Wildest Dreams bc They never end up together 😭😭😭😭, but they both shared something that YN could never forget and so “my last condition is” to actually atleast remember what they had even if Kiyoomi is married and happy with someone else that I for sure hate bc I was team Kiyoomi. I was alr crushed just by reading the whole plot so what more if it was written hahaha 🤡🤡🤡🤡 so now let’s just see what this new DTD holds, more heartbreak I suppose but I apparently love how it hurts like u can’t get enough of it ya’know just like Home From War 🤡🤡🤡🤡 but nonetheless I am team still Kiyoomi all ze way

ya’know with Oikawa as Endgame with the original plot. (If I recall correctly thats what I read) Tbh it was eh for me but it made sense as well. It must hurt for Oikawa knowing that he was just a last option but if he does rlly love YN Im sure he was willing to endure it—every unrequited love ever, but honestly Im not super picky with who YN ends up with, Im just KIYOOMI WHY DIDN’T U FIGHT FOR YN?! 😭😭😭😭 I WOULDVE FOUGHT FOR U TOO YKK TT TT

Okei wow that part one, took me year to write—get it? *cricket noise* Hahaha—yeahhhh—HAHAHAHAHA

WITH LOTS OF LOVEEEEE!!! AND POSTIVITYYY!!!

-🎧

AYO HEADPHONES ANON, I’M SORRY FOR THE LONG REPLY, MY DAYS HAVE BEEN HECTIC BUT HELLO OMG I MISSED YOU! also whoa anime backdrop poster? for Christmas? your holidays sounds lit to me 😭

ooh congrats for finishing your exam, I hope you passed with flying colors! OH YEAH I THINK I CHANGED THE SONG but I don’t remember what the original song was – NO WAIT THE ORIGINAL SONG FOR CH2 WAS “YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL” BY LANA DEL REY but I’m reserving that for future chapters hehehe. ALSO YEAH I UNDERSTAND TAGALOG HAHAHA but I don’t understand everything so I’ll have to translate bits and pieces there. and omg yeah I remember the anon who ranted in Tagalog, it was such a mood! sometimes I can’t fully express myself in English too and its just so satisfying to say “gago ka, suna” or something like that, but I actually don’t like cursing in Tagalog because it’s too…intense. yeah, it’s extremely intense.

DUDEEEE OMG (is it okay to call you dude? lmk if its not!) YES WILDEST DREAMS FOR KIYOOMI AHSJKAA im ngl I think most of my series song inspos came from Taylor Swift. Taylor Swift has so much great songs about toxic relationships and the harsh truth of love sometimes, like how Wildest Dreams perfectly captures the, “I know we’re not going to stay forever, but I hope you cherished me anyway” LIKE PLS IT HURTS THINKING ABOUT OMI OMI. and yes, oikawa was endgame in the original plot and looking back at it now, the part of me that’s just obsessed with toxic fictional men is making me throb again. oikawa is NOT endgame here since he’s barely a love interest, but the thought is definitely nice. like hmm yes mean husband. mean, arrogant, handsome, sexy man… RED FLAG…but hot… anyways. NAUR YEAH KIYOOMI SHOULD’VE FOUGHT FOR YN IN THE ORIGINAL DTD VERSION that was so wrong of him smh /lh

TOOK A YEAR TO WRITE AHJSKAA PLS I WOULD SO USE THAT PUN EVERY NEW YEAR TOO HELP. AND SENDING YOU LOTS OF LOVE BACK, MWAHHH!

[timeshuffles]

jane. [ @soughtbirthright​, ♥ ]

              It’s miserably hot in Auradon, as always, and neither the shaded pavilion nor the slushy drink cradled in her hand do anything to alleviate the heat. The cool breeze she’s coaxed in from the north does, a little, but — suffice it to say Elsa won’t be heartbroken when family day ends and she can return home to Arendelle, where the snow still lies inches thick. 

              Still — she wears a smile as she skirts the crowd, now and then pausing to exchange a polite word with those students she knows and keeping half an eye out for her own children.   ( Running late and, knowing Gustav, probably waylaid by a dehydrated plant somewhere. )

             “—–Hello there.”   An unavoidable detour around a tight cluster of guests has brought her into conversational distance with a student, and it seems impolite not to offer some greeting. Elsa hesitates, taking in the big blue eyes and rather worried expression. Familiar, vaguely so.   “...Jane, isn’t it? I don’t believe we’ve spoken before.”   She extends a hand, gloved despite the heat.   “I’m Elsa. It’s a pleasure.”

[retro-rezz-the-est]

Eyes In The Dark (Ember Moon/Reader)

Summary: Modern!AU twist on The Little Red Riding Hood by the Brothers Grimm, featuring our favorite flame haired moon goddess.

Warnings: Blood tw, severe biting tw (at the very end), getting lost alone in the woods, stalking, chasing, choking (also at the very end), lots of screaming and I think that’s it???? Lmk if I’m forgetting smth

Word Count: 6,182

(A/N: This is my entry for @neversatisfiedgirl’s Love/Sex/Magic Challenge! It was so much fun to write something more different than I usually do, and I hope you like it, hun!)

Halloween season was always your favorite time of the year.

You loved every bit of it, from the chilly sweater weather to the leaves that would fall from the trees and into your hair, to even the abundance of pumpkin spice flavored everything that made the air smell of cinnamon and nutmeg. You loved the cheesy home decorations, you loved the kids running around the city high off of nothing but sugar and pure excitement, and you certainly loved all the themed food people would make for their parties.

But your favorite thing of all?

There always seemed to be some magic in the air around this time of year.

And you could sense it, a feeling crawling over your skin as you woke up the day before, stretching your arms above your head and smiling. The sun gave off a warm, orange hue that perfectly complemented the autumn aesthetic of your block, and you leapt out of bed to go look out the window.

It’s beautiful, you thought, your smile growing as you opened the window and let the cold morning air in. You could feel it, the magic of old that your grandmother told you about all those years ago filling your lungs and spreading through your entire body. It filled you with a warmth you couldn’t describe and you wanted to keep it that way. Spoiling it would ruin the fun, after all.

Throwing on a nearby sweater, you grabbed your phone and exited your room, ready to decorate and start the day. Your roommate Sasha was passed out on your couch, her deep blue hair a tangled mess as she snored the morning away. You chuckled and softly made your way over to your shared kitchen to not wake the sleeping woman.

You opened your fridge and sighed, grabbing an apple from one of the drawers when your phone rang, the device vibrating in your hand. Looking down at it, you smiled and slid your thumb across the screen to unlock it.

“Hey, Mom,” you sighed, leaning against your kitchen cabinets. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m doing great, sweetheart. It’s almost your grandmother’s favorite day, after all.”

That was another reason you loved the holiday so much: your grandmother. She was always the biggest advocate for celebrating it, even if no one else wanted to. You admired her for her tenacity, and so you developed a love for it at a very young age. “How are you and that roommate of yours?”

“We’re fine,” you said, taking another glance at Sasha, who was still miles away in her own head. “She’s here now if you wanna talk to her.”

“No, no, (Y/n). I know she’s asleep as she always is.” The two of you shared a laugh, her voice still warm and full of life after all these years.

“So, is there a reason you’re calling me at eight o’clock in the morning, Mom? Did something happen?”

“What? I can’t call my favorite daughter and check up on her?”

You rolled your eyes at her sarcasm.

“I need you to go down to her cabin and help her set up for tomorrow. She can’t do it all by herself with that old body of hers, of course.”

That’s right, you thought. It was tradition for you to drive down to her cabin in the woods and decorate for the brave kids who would go to her home for candy on Halloween night every year. “Sure thing. After I run my errands for the day, I’ll head straight down there.”

She’s lived out there for years now, coming up on a decade since she’s stayed at that old cabin. She would tell you stories of the creatures of old who would roam out there at night, tales of ancient faerie kings and fearsome beasts who stalked their territory. Your mother told the old woman to stop filling your head with such nonsense at a young age, but you didn’t care. You loved her stories and you always wanted to hear more.

Everyone outside of your family called her an old crackpot for spewing such tales and for her always following superstitions to a tee, hence why she moved out into the woods in the first place. She always felt at home there, and she wanted to be kept close to the magical energy that had always lingered behind all of the tall and old trees that stood there.

She would always warn you to never travel out there at night, however, and to never, under any circumstances, walk through the woods during a full moon.

“Dark forces are the most alive under the light of a full moon, dearie,” she told you when you first visited her out there, holding your hand and rubbing it with her wrinkled thumb. “They draw their powers and their strength from it, and they will use those powers to hurt you.”

“If you say that, then why do you want to live here?”

She smiled, her dimples sinking under her skin. “Oh, it’s a beautiful thing to watch from the outside. All the magic in this area concentrated into one place, watching it swirl around in the air like chimney smoke. But I’ve been exposed to full moon magic and trust me, darling, you will regret it if you're exposed to it as well.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” your mother replied, sighing with relief. “I worry about her, y’know. She’s living all by herself and so far away from the rest of us.”

“I know, and I get worried too. But, she’s strong. Stronger than the rest of us, anyway.”

“That too, (Y/n). Also, the church asked me to make some things for their yearly bake sale, and I think I made too many cookies this time. Do you think you could come over to pick some up and bring them to her?”

“Not a problem, Mom. Gotta go, though, I got things to do today.” Which, in reality, meant about only three things to do and then absolutely nothing for the remainder of the day.

The two of you said your goodbyes and you walked out of the kitchen, setting your phone down on the counter as Sasha finally awoke and sat up. She squinted in your general direction and grimaced at how happy and energetic you looked.

“You wanna go out tonight? My treat,” she asked, her voice rough and tired.

“Didn’t you just come back from a night out? And now, you wanna go back outside?”

She shrugged, moving over so you can sit on the couch with her. “What can I say? I like to live in the moment.”

The two of you shared a laugh, Sasha turning on the television just as you saw a pair of piercing red eyes reflect back at you in the dark screen. They quickly skimmed your body before claiming your eyes for themselves, their color shining like rubies.

You were taken aback by their sudden presence, shrieking in surprise before they quickly vanished, leaving you shaken. They seemed to capture your soul with a single glance and they looked so real, almost to the point where you could’ve touched them…

“Girl, what happened? Are you okay?” Sasha asked, seeing how your chest heaved with every breath.

This wasn’t the first time you’d seen the eyes. They showed up everywhere: when you were alone in your bathroom, there they were, glaring away at you in the mirror; when you were alone in your room at night, they would flare away like open flames in the darkest corner; you would even see them when you were alone and walking up your stairs, catching a glimpse of them in the alley that ran behind your house. They’ve never shown up when you were around other people.

Never, until today, that is.

“Yeah, I-I’m fine,” you responded, sitting on your hands to stop them from shaking. “It was nothing, anyways.”

You took a quick look behind the couch to find nothing - as usual - and let out a shaky sigh, hoping that it would be the last time you saw them today. But deep down, you knew it was still there. You knew that it  was still somewhere around, watching you from afar and plotting its next move like a predator stalking its prey.

It was only a matter of time. It would play this game of waiting, but only for a little longer.

It was only a matter of time…

                                                          ~~~~~

The day had passed relatively quickly, with you stepping outside to pick up the goods for your grandmother at your mother’s house and you stopping by the local party store to pick up a few more Halloween decorations for your shared home. You could still feel someone (most likely her) watching your every move, the feeling like a lead pipe slowly inching through your veins. It made you turn your head and look a few times, but nothing was there as usual.

The sun was slowly dipping behind the clouds as you briskly made your way back inside, the orange-yellow rays of light filtering through the windows when you shut the door with a huff. Sasha had opted to stay inside to get herself ready for the night ahead of you.

“Back already? I thought you’d be gone forever.”

You laughed, placing your bags down in the kitchen as she left her room and made her way down to you. You could see that her makeup was already half done, one eye surrounded by a smoky black while the other was left blank.

“I left your costume on your bed, (Y/n),” she said, briefly hugging you before taking the goods your mother made out of their bag. “Don’t want you being the odd one out in there.”

She went to take a cookie for herself but she yelped as you slapped her hand. “Those aren’t for you, remember? So don’t touch.”

The blue haired woman grumbled, rubbing her hand and stalking away back to her room to finish getting ready. You slid off your boots and your jacket, throwing it on a nearby chair and walking down the hall and into your own room.

“Damn, she chose good,” you mumbled, seeing the black, white and red dress with its red velvet cloak laid out on your bedspread. Will this thing even fit me? you thought as you shed your clothes to try the costume on. She had even left her black calf high boots for you to complete the outfit.

Taking a look at yourself in the mirror, you had to admit…you looked good. You strutted around your room, twirling every now and then to see the skirt and the cape flare up around you. You sat at the desk next to your bed, opening your makeup case to apply some mascara and some lipstick, but you saw the outline of a pitch black figure behind you, its blood red irises glowering in your direction. You froze, the hand holding your mascara stopping halfway to your eye as it snarled, pointed white teeth dripping with…

Wait, is that blood?!

It crouched behind you, red drops falling from its shiny maw and onto your carpet with its gaze fixated on your shocked reflection. You couldn't move from your seat; you were frozen with fear as it reared back and growled, booking it towards you and pouncing at your chair.

Fuck, I'm gonna die, aren't I?!

You screamed, throwing your hands over your face, expecting to feel claws bearing through your clothes and tearing at your skin but instead, you felt…nothing?

Shakily, you moved your hands down and took in the room around you. Nothing seemed to be out of place except the makeup case that you had knocked off of your table in your rush to protect your face. Sasha burst into the room, her white wig a mess as she straightened out her black and white striped Beetlejuice costume.

"You alright, (Y/n)?! I heard something fall over and you screaming."

Your heart was still thundering in your chest and you were still breathing heavily, placing a hand on your chest to quell the nerves running through your body. "Y-Yeah, I'm alright. Just s-scared myself a little, is all."

She leaned up against your doorframe, brows creased and her mouth a firm line. "Girl, you've been freaking out literally all day. Are you okay? Did something happen?"

"I told you I'm fine," you told her firmly. "I promise."

"Are you fine enough to go out tonight? I can call Bayley and tell her that we can't come and meet her."

"No!" Your shouting took her back a few steps. "I'm still good to go."

"Well alright, then," she said after a few moments of silence. "We'll head out in a few."

And with that, she closed your door softly, and you heard her heeled footsteps echo faintly down the hallway.

You took another look at yourself in your small desk mirror, wiping away the mascara that you managed to get on your cheek and taking another look behind you.

It was just there, you thought. Am I really just seeing things?

A look down proved you wrong, as the claw marks that gouged out some of your carpet fluff said otherwise. You got up and walked towards them with trembling legs, kneeling down to run your fingertips over them. "So, it was real, then."

You quickly finished applying the rest of your makeup and tightened the cloak around your neck, grabbing your phone and leaving your room. You saw that Sasha had left a wicker basket out for you (your outfit couldn't be cliché enough, it seems) and you slipped the cookies your mother had wrapped for you earlier into it.

You could still feel something staring at you from the far corners of your home, waiting for its chance to strike again.

I have to get out of here.

                                                          ~~~~~

The ride to the club you were meeting Bayley at was silent and tension filled, the atmosphere so thick that you could cut it with a knife and serve it on a plate. Sasha knew something was up with you - hell, you could even see it in her black rimmed eyes - but she held it off. Why ruin a perfectly good night with more drama?

You kept your eyes on the road as to not engage with her but the two of you soon pulled into the club's parking lot, the black haired female bounding up to your car as soon as she saw it. Sasha rolled down her window, giving her girlfriend a quick kiss before opening the door and stepping out.

"I see the two of you came matching," you smirked, pointing out her Lydia Deetz bridal costume to compliment her lover's Beetlejuice. She blushed, hiding her pale face in Sasha's neck as you emerged from the car, deciding to leave the basket inside.

Bayley gave you a quick side hug once you came around to her, and the three of you walked inside the club, feeling the bass from the music inside vibrate through you. It was dimly lit inside, the only real light coming from the DJ booth in the back and the opening of the front entrance. It was packed with brightly colored people, with some dressed in costumes of their own to celebrate the spooky season while others chose to forgo the wear.

The bright strobe lights were a stark contrast to the dark interior, but it added a sense of character to the place. The two women tugged at your wrists and dragged you onto the dance floor, the duo laughing as they did so. They dragged you into the large mass of people and soon, you were pressed against them as they danced against each other. Sasha grabbed Bayley's hips and pulled her close, looking seductively into her eyes as the music blasted away.

"I'm gonna go grab us some drinks, okay?" you shouted over all the noise. They didn't seem to hear you (or they didn't want to) so you just went over to the bar anyway.

You returned a few minutes later with three strawberry daiquiris in hand, coming back to see the pair entranced in their own little world. They noticed that you had finally returned, rejoicing at the sight of you with the drinks in your hands.

With alcohol flowing through your system, you grew more bold and soon enough, the three of you were dancing wildly along with the rest of the crowd, bumping and grinding and dancing along with your friends. The night came too quickly, and the light of the full moon began to some through the windows above you.

"Hey, Sasha," you asked, feeling a little more than buzzed already, "What time 's it?"

"It's eleven thirty, (Y/n)!" Bayley answered, looking down at her smartwatch and giggling while bouncing along to the club music.

"Hey, don't you have to -"

"Fuck me!" you yelled, letting the two of them go and stumbling back. Shit, I forgot!

You placed a hand on your head and asked, "Can you take Sasha home, Bayley? I have to go, and it's already late enough"

She could tell you were rushing and nodded, earning a hug from you. You hugged Sasha goodbye as well, bumping against people as you stumbled away from them and out of the club. You turned back to see the dancing on each other again and smiled, grateful to have such good friends.

The sudden coldness of the outside made you shiver, and you cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket with you when you left home. Rubbing your arms, you stumbled to your car and opened the door, wary of the basket in the back seat as you pulled out of the club parking lot and onto the road.

It was a lot darker and quieter than it normally was around this time of year, but you didn't notice. The only thing that was on your mind was driving down to help your grandmother. You just hoped that she wasn't mad at you for being extremely late.

"Shit, shit, shit," you murmured as houses and stop lights turned into empty patches of land littered with trees and hills. The only sounds you could hear were the ones of your own worrying and the sound of your tires against the gravel. It made you break out into a cold sweat, looking out of the windows next to you and seeing nothing but darkness with a few strands of moonlight flowing in.

Come on, go faster! you thought, pressing your booted foot harder on the gas pedal. You gripped the wheel tightly as the moon rose high in the night sky, shining above you. Apparently it wanted to fuck with you because as soon as you thought you were getting somewhere, your car started to slow doen.

"Wait, what?" you said, hearing your tires slow down until they fully came to a stop right in front of the dense forest you've been driving past for almost twenty minutes. "No. No, no, no, no! Fuck!"

You slammed your hands against the queen in a rage over and over again, seeing the "E" next to your work gauge blink white. Reaching back for your basket, you grabbed it and got out of your car, slamming the door and locking it with a huff.

"Guess I'm walking, then," you sighed. You took out your phone and went to call Sasha, but to no avail.

No service. Fan-fucking-tastic.

The woods ahead of you looked absolutely terrifying, with the trees seeming to have faces that were frozen in a permanent terror and the voices that seemed to drift from its depths, beckoning you closer and closer to your doom like sirens.

But, you were a woman on a mission.

So, you turned on your phone's flashlight function with one hand, clutched your basket tight with the other, and put on a brave face as you faced the woods. You heard your grandmother's voice in your head in that moment.

"Dark forces are the most alive under the light of a full moon, dearie."

Yeah, right, you scoffed, legs shaking slightly as you stepped into the vortex of flora, it almost reaching out to pull you into itself. What could possibly happen? It's not like I'm just gonna die out here.

                                                          ~~~~~

This was a bad idea.

That was your first rational thought after walking through the endless mass of trees for no more than ten minutes.

You honestly couldn't tell which way was forward anymore. You couldn't see where you came from, nothing about this area looked familiar to you, the trees didn't have any gauges in them to signify that you were going the right way, you couldn't hear the stream that ran behind your grandmother's cabin, and you knew for a fact that there weren't any bats in get area.

In other words? You were lost.

Hopelessly, terribly lost.

Were you scared? Yes, but you were more annoyed with the countless crap that kept flying into your face than anything else.

"I fucking hate this," you grumbled as you tripped on another overgrown tree root and stumbled, another tree branch smacking your face. A wind swept through the trees, making you shiver and hold your cloak as tight as you could to your body. You could hear the crows cawing again, and you could hear them flying above the trees and blocking out the moon.

This was such a bad idea, you thought again when your phone decided to die on you, an empty battery showing up on its screen as the flashlight dimmed and left you alone. You nearly cried when you felt the darkness slip over your skin and cover your eyes like a glove.

Reaching your hand out, you tried to navigate your way through but failed, stumbling into a bush and falling on your knees. Tears began to well up in your eyes as you felt its thorns dig into you, ripping your tights and and slicing into the skin of your arms.

A deep rumble erupted from behind you and you went silent, holding your hands over your mouth to silence your breathing. Squeezing your eyes shut, you could feel the ground shake with the footsteps of what was coming in your direction, and you could hear its growling get louder with each one. Branches broke, plants were overturned, and you could even hear its ragged breathing as it approached you.

Then, everything stopped. It grew pindrop silent, with the wind whistling above your head being the only sound out there. Eyes opening, you looked up and prayed that that…thing…wasn’t behind you, stalking you and toying with your fear.

Turning around proved fruitless as you stared directly at a being with long flame colored hair, it seeming almost alive and you could almost feel the heat radiating off of it. Its sharp white teeth were equally blinding, and they curved into a Cheshire Cat-like grin. They were the only things shining brightly in the pitch blackness of the forest.

Well, other than the pair of glaring red eyes that were currently peering into your soul.

You felt your heart stop and you jumped, throwing your phone into your basket as you booked it from the bush and…whatever that thing was in a hurry. You didn’t care if you tripped over your own boots and fell flat on your face. As you were running past the trees and dodging stray roots and branches as quickly as you could, only one thing stood out to you.

I have to get out of here.

You didn’t even know how long you were running for but every time you wanted to stop, the adrenaline coursing through your veins kept you going. Stray twigs and leaves littered your hair and rumpled dress, and the thorns from the bush had poked holes in your cloak. Your basket kept on beating against your side and you were pretty sure that area was bruising, but you didn't care. You knew it was following you. You could hear it in the distance as the wind roared in your ears. You just had to run.

You finally stopped in a clear patch of grass, falling onto your hands and knees to catch your breath. Your chest ached from breathing too hard and you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, but you turned around to look and see if it was still following you anyway and luckily, it was not.

Thank gods, you though, sighing and standing to stretch out your legs. You could see a small dog of light in the distance ahead of you, and you pushed the low hanging branches above you to see your grandmother's cabin in front of you, the fairy lights that she always hands twinkling away like stars.

You nearly cried at the sight of the old wooden building and you walked up to it, running your hand along the boards that lined the outside walls. The place was small, only one story, and covered in moss from top to bottom. But, despite you mother’s wishes, your grandmother still loved the place, claiming that the nature spirits around it were the things that kept her there.

Your heart swelled at the thought and you moved around to the front door, raising your hand to knock when a light breeze blew the door open. The old hinges on the door squeaked and you saw that it was only hanging on by one. The smooth wood was marred with deep lines that ran from them to the handle, and even the handle itself had fallen to the ground.

Looking around at the state of the cabin’s exterior, you saw that the small circular windows that lined the outside had been shattered. Large pieces of stained glass hung from the empty frames by literally nothing and that got you worried.

You picked up the brass knob, worry creasing your brow as you placed it in your basket and carefully pushed the door open, cautious of it potentially falling off. It was pitch black on the inside aside from a lone candle flickering away on the floor next to you, so you bent down to reach for it and you heard a faint crunch underneath your foot.

What the hell?

Candle in hand, your vision brightened and you saw that everything around you was…

...it was completely destroyed.

Pieces of glass big and small littered the carpet around you and all over the living room. It crunched as you walked over it. You held the small candle close to you as the ripped curtains rustled as a breeze came into the space.You could see row after row of claw marks lining the walls, going from the floor all the way up to the ceiling.

Your grandmother had pictures of you and your entire family hung up along the wall in her small living room and those were now all on the floor, their frames cracked in some places and shattered in others. Holding the light closer, you could see drops of red staining the glass and that you were ripped out of every picture, a jagged space left behind instead.

You took a harsh step back, tripping over an overturned chair and stumbling. Your leg caught on the small table she’s had in the cabin since she moved in and you looked at it quickly to see that it was completely smashed, broken irregularly down the middle and sinking inwards. The games that were always placed upon it were scattered across the floor with their pieces lost to dark corners. The lamps that were standing tall beside it were now on the floor, their poles bent at odd angles and their shades torn to shreds.

The carpet that ran from the door was also shredded to near nothing, bits and pieces of the knitted material sprouting up from the ground like multi-colored flowers. The tears ran from the door to where it ended at the main hallway. Vases of flowers were tipped over, and you could already tell that the kitchen didn’t fair as well either.

Cabinets were thrown open, ripped from their hinges as you walked into the kitchen, placing your basket down on what remained on the small counter and stepping over the cabinet doors as they laid on the floor. As if there wasn’t enough glass around already, fragments of assorted mugs and plates were strewn about along the time.

You picked up one of them, half an old Christmas photo of a young you and your grandmother still on it. Tears pricked your eyes as you looked around at the wreckage, only hoping that nothing bad had been brought upon her.

You stepped outside and around a corner, running your fingertips along the deep scratch marks that decorated the once warm and homey walls. You descended down the hallway to your grandmother's room and continued to see the carnage, lights barely flickering as they laid on the floor and paintings that were slashed to ribbons and laid to waste.

What could have done all of this? you thought, shaking in your boots. Your cloak fluttered away against your legs like your heart in your chest when you approached her room door. The door was also smashed open, a gaping hole where the door knob and lock would've been. You didn't want to assume the worst when you approached it, but you couldn't help it. You shut your eyes and took a deep breath.

"Hello? Is anyone in there?" you asked out loud, chuckling nervously as you toed the door open and it opened with a creak. "I brought over some cookies Mom made if you want any. I heard they were a knockout at the church bake sale."

The door proceeded to fall off of its hinges and you jumped, goosebumps dotting your skin. You looked around and choked back a sob, holding a hand over your mouth as tears formed in your eyes when seeing the wreckage of your grandmother's bedroom.

Somehow, her room looked even worse than the rest of the house. The glass in her windows was completely smashed, and the glass fell onto her sheets and dressers like stray raindrops. The large oak dresser she kept in the back corner of the room had its doors ripped clean off as well, with whole chunks missing from it and more jagged claw marks marking their territory. Clothes spilled from it and you could see that some of them had been chewed out, leaving large holes and more red stains all over them.

Her standing desk and mirror were splintered into nothing but twigs, and you could see that the ornate carving of it had been scratched out by something. The bed was in even worse shape however, as the entire thing looked like it was sat on by a giant. The boards underneath were broken clean in two and the mattress itself had random springs exuding from the sides.

The worst part of it all were the pillows and bed sheets. The originally peach colored items were a deep red color, and they were oddly shiny for some reason. The color began to seep out into the untainted areas until there was a large patch of deep scarlet staining the mattress.

I think I’m gonna be sick, you thought as you felt bile and shock rise up from your abdomen. Taking a few wobbly steps back, you couldn't form any coherent words. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Anything but this...

You stepped over the assorted mess of things to look at yourself in the cracked mirror. The thing looked like something was body slammed into it and large pieces of it were missing. You finally let out the sob you've been holding so deep within your chest for the past few minutes. Seeing this… seeing all of this… this wreckage, this destruction, this defiling of your grandmother's sacred space? It hurt your soul to see what it's become. Whatever - or whoever - did this had done this to specifically target her, but she didn't deserve any of this.

You looked just as broken as the mirror did, but you could feel something behind you. Something staring directly at your back, drilling a hole directly into your spine with its intensity.

You turned slowly and saw the being from earlier in the forest, its long nails outstretched and sharpened. Its bright flame hair glowed with a new light, as if some deep passion was fueling it. Its mouth and chin glistened with a thick, dark substance, and you immediately knew what it was.

It wore a torn black tank top that had a strap hanging down its shoulder, and it wore a pair of dark grey jeans with a million different holes and rips in them, but you could only guess as they were both were splattered in what you presumed to be blood. It was barefoot but to your demise, it didn’t seem to even notice the countless splinters and shards of glass that were currently injecting themselves into its skin.

The same substance that dripped from its chin ran fresh down its arms and fell from its claws, making you retch a little as you stood perfectly still. Its blazing bright red eyes nearly matched the red that they were currently covered in, and they were trained onto you and they flickered at every movement you made.

As the light of the moon came through the shattered windows, you could see that it was more of a she, and she looked hungry as she smiled wickedly at you. She was silently panting, her stance wide and looking like she was ready to pounce. She looked at you like you were her next meal.

She wanted you.

“Dark forces are the most alive under the light of a full moon, dearie.”

Run.

That was the second rational thought your brain gave you that night as your subconscious made your decision for you, moving your legs as fast as you could in the direction of what would’ve been the door.

I have to leave, have to leave have to leave now-

You didn’t even see her fucking move from behind you and somehow she was already ahead of you, gripping the doorframe to the point of splintering what remained of it. Shaken, you abruptly stopped and stepped on a stray dress from the large closet, slipping on it and falling flat on your ass.

She slowly stalked towards you, dragging her right foot behind her as you frantically crawled backwards to try and find something to throw at her. The candle fell out of your hand and you grasped it at the last minute, chucking it at her with all your might but she chuckled, a deep, rumbling noise. It bounced harmlessly off of her and landed on the floor. She stomped it out with her left foot and continued towards you, carelessly flicking away the stray things you found on the floor with a smile on her face.

“Who even are you?! What do you want from me?!” you yelled as you backed yourself against the front of the bed, her crouching down to your level and gripping your neck. Her hold was tight but firm, and she reached down to hold your wrists together with her free hand when you went to scratch at the one on your neck.

She leaned in close and sniffed you, tears running down the side of your face as she smelled the fear drifting from you in sheets. You felt her claws dig into your flesh and you could feel streams of blood begin to flow from the soon-to-be deep cuts.

Her tongue hung out of her gaping maw and she came close to lick your face from your chin to your forehead, making you hyperventilate and physically shake in fear. It took everything in you not to scream bloody murder (ironically) and she cackled at you holding your tongue.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whispered, your thin voice trembling as your will to fight started to die.

She looked so amused at your fear and gave you the most sickly sweet smile you’d ever seen. Her voice was chasmic and echoed through the room, rattling your bones.

“My name, dear Little Red, is Ember. And you’re my new toy now, so why would I hurt you?”

Her grip grew even tighter as she said this, her head twitching with every other word. You could see your vision growing faint from the lack of oxygen and soon, it grew black. The last thing you felt before you passed out was her bloody mouth against your cheek as she dug her teeth into it, pulling at the skin and lapping at the scarlet liquid that spilled from it.

“Oh, I’m gonna have so much fun with you when you wake up…”

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[pocmuzings]

hi! i just wanna go ahead and say that you don't have to answer this if you'd prefer not to and i will look for someone else but whenever i see you give advice it's always SO GOOD so i figured i would turn here first if that's alright?? so i just joined an established rp and they seemed really welcoming!! a lot of people reacted to my plot calls, a lot of people welcomed me to the discord, etc., but i sent everyone who reacted some ideas (1/3?)

with reasoning that wasn't like 'oh ur fc is hot' (that they could take or leave of course!) you know? (that said i didn't send many shippy ones haha! but the vibe!) anyway only a few people have gotten back to me and of those few people only one or two have added on more instead of just a kinda 'yeah!' -- do you have any advice on how to feel more included/get more plots in an established rp when you've been reaching out? idk if i'm doing something wrong or if the messages are getting buried (i'm really nervous that if they are they won't be seen again bc i'm eternally too anxious to send a follow-ups haha) or what's happening but i was just expecting some more plotting than has been happening. so sorry for all these messages - brevity clearly isnt my strong suit haha - but please lmk if you'd rather i ask someone else it's totally fine!!! thank you either way and i hope you have a lovely day/night!!!! <3

hello and tysm for the kind words ! i completely understand your feeling here , and i can admit - it's an odd situation and something i've been in similarly before . how long has it been since you've messaged them ? and are they active on the gc / dash ? i think if it's been a few days , there is nothing wrong with sending another mssg just saying v nicely ' hi ! i know ur probably busy sorry i just wanted to check if u'd gotten the chance to read the above and if ur interested at all ? ' . thats a good way of following up , bc some ppl may very well be like me and just Not Reply to discord mssgs sometimes bc they get overwhelmed or they just Forget or they accidentally click in when they didnt mean to and then forget to reply altogether etc . so lets assume maybe one of those , in the first instance .

if they reply and don't have much energy or just say smth like yeah sure sounds good , and dont give much back to you . . this is when i'd reach out n mssg the admins and express exactly what you've said to me . you've reached out to ppl . you've come up with as many plots as u can for diff chars and stuff , and u love the rp / love everyone ooc , but ur finding it hard to really slot yourself in and really get proper plots that people like / interact with . if they're good admins , they'll immediately work to remedy this and mb do an event like randomising char pairings to write a thread together , or a discord event , or maybe they'll even start having their own chars really interact and get plots with urs !

however , there's also the case in that established rps are established and sometimes . . ppl just get way too comfortable and they don't want to expand / get any more plots or connections bc they've gotten when they need and they don't need or want anything else in terms of writing and plots . this is the worst kind of established rp to get in . bc the admins usually also are a bit Eh on the whole front . if this is the case . . do not wait for it to get better or for other new ppl to join . you are better off leaving . truly . seriously . just leave . i know u love ur own chars and u may love everyone ooc , but it is unfair on u to join a rp and not actually get to rp !

anyways . . i hope this helps ! pls know that u deserve writing partners who get JUST AS excited as u and want to plot and write with u too ! it shouldn't all just fall on u to do !

[quillwallace-blog]

hey there demons, it’s me ya girl and i’m here with another trainwreck for you guys to fuck around with bc i love you. icymi though i’m sam and i also play ben the sourwolf so you can always mssg me here or there if you wanna plot or wtvr! let’s talk about this guy though!

➰ ( NATE BUZOLIC, CISMALE, HE/HIM ) *✧.:°░｡ —- is that QUILL WALLACE ?! you know them, right? they are the 29 year old SHADOWHUNTER !! they’re known for being EXUBERANT & INTREPID - but i’d be careful if i were you because they’re also UNRULY & SCATTERBRAINED. 

first off i’m like 99% sure quill is actually a nickname and his real name is smth dumb but i’m not sure yet so i’ll keep you posted

anywayyyy, dude’s a wallace. super old ridiculously wealthy shadowhunter family descended from royalty and all that. he’s the fourth born of the five siblings ( so caelan, leo, and thea are his older siblings and tessa is his younger sibling ) and he was born in london!

lived there with his family til leo y’know...murdered their parents which quill doesn’t know about lmao and then they moved on over to california so here we are!

except not really because caelan and leo sent their troublemaking little brother off to another institute cause they decided he was waaaay too much for them to handle 

quill isn’t at all bothered or bitter about it

the above statement is an absolute l i e

( as for the institute though, i don’t have any particular location in mind so consider this me sorta offering him to anyone who’s looking for a wc from another institute besides wilshire honestly just hmu )

so caelan and leo sent him away when he was a teen and he’s pretty much been away ever since tbh. once he completed his shadowhunter training at ~whatever institute~ he probably stayed there for a while then traveled around a lot to other institutes ( he loves to travel!!!! ) and hasn’t really dropped into cali very often because he...doesn’t want to???? he’s not really over his brothers sending him away as a teenager which he sorta took as them forcibly estranging him from the family whoops

so now he’s sorta...just dropping in to say hey i guess except suRPRISE YOU’RE STAYING PUT MY DUDE

i think that’s pretty much it for his backstory atm but i’ll probably update it as i go about plotting and stuff. anyway let’s move onto personality!

so family is super super super important to the wallaces and quill has really complicated feelings about his family ok. being a middle child he often felt overlooked by his parents and desperate for attention & praise. he was expected to do as well as his siblings but then also no one ever really made a big deal out of his accomplishments bc his siblings had already done everything first ( and quill probably convinced himself that they did it all better than him too ). he’s got a soft spot for his sisters but like i said he’s super bitter towards his brothers and tends to bicker with them / be generally snide and rude towards them. at the end of the day the importance of family has been drilled into him so hardcore that he’s loyal to them above all else ofc but like...he also kinda h8s them most of the time at times tbh

he’s extremely intelligent. like jysk we’re talking literal genius level intelligent. he loves science in particular though he’s studied just about anything and everything and probably knows more about it than you do unless you’re cassie skyforth lmAO

that being said he’s definitely one of those eccentric genius types who in spite of his intelligence can seem like a total MORON a lot of the time and imo he iS OKAY. 

he’s scatterbrained af like he can recite 100% useless facts to you in seventeen different languages but where’s that pen you let him borrow? where’s his stele? where’s the very important thing you asked him to bring for you? where’s his left shoe? we just don’t know my dudes

shadowhunters are supposed to be graceful and poised and all that but somehow quill manages to be the clumSIEST MOTHERFUCKER ON THE PLANET????  like 

*crash* *another loud crash* *police sirens* *screeching cat* *guy from spongebob yelling my leg* *another even louder crash* *someone saying oops* 

that’s him

an inside voice???? quill’s never heard of it and quite frankly thinks the concept sounds kinda fake

he’s also really chatty and will absolutely talk your ear off if you let him and probably will still do it even if you don’t let him

also he talks to himself a lot?? usually when he’s thinking at which point he’s probably talking really fast and making no sense unless you’re following along really closely but even then it’s kinda difficult...also he knows a lot of languages and probably switches languages randomly in the middle of talking to himself soy’know there’s also that.

regardless he somehow manages to be charming af. he’s pansexual but meeting and then immediately flirting with pretty girls is a fave hobby of his

loves to party

major sweet tooth

english af and he’s got the super thick accent to prove it

somehow in spite of being a fucking klutz he still manages to be a very good and very skilled shadowhunter. he loves weapons and is proficient in using several more than most shadowhunters probably are. he’s not great at stealth AT ALL or planning but damn if he ain’t really fucking good at killing things

i’m pretty sure this is already way longer than it needs to be so lemme just stop here! i hope you like this trainwreck and if you do feel free to message me here or @mcrdices if you wanna plot! i’m honestly down for anything and everything! if he can fill a connection of yours or wtvr please do lmk! kay that’s enough from me bye friends!

[ccjonghyun-blog]

excuse me i’m v emotional bc cc is back and i’ve gotten the chance to join in on the fun and everyone’s so sweet ilu u guys... anyways...... hey whats up hello im the miss bringing in both this man right here as well as sir yongguk. ig i’ll roll onto that account too to post an intro post and get plots going but pls!! let us plot my friends!! HERE is his profile page, HERE is his bio, and HERE is the most blandest plots page ever made but it’s a place to start ( lmk if anything interests you guys, just send me a msg wanting to claim it ).  anyways i'm also on twt @ongwrites, and i’ll list some pointers below but send an im, or like this post if you’d like to plot!!

league VP ( one of the two ) right here folks, he worked hard to get here

became a hero in 2014, his bro was a hero for like 1-2 months before he died/was killed/is in coma... its complicated and explained in his bio, his weapon is a longbow 

he’s also a resistance hero so u know... he rmbrs most of ya dying and carries your anguish and screams on his shoulders / in his dreams, nbd tho

so far he doesn’t have any cards in this timeline so u know... if u wanna plot smth w that... hmu friends... 0/3 spots filled

his family used to be all dead (bc of 2 sep. incidents) except for his big sis but luckily he got his lil bro back this time around too and his other big bro didnt become a familiar this time and is just sleeping the days away in a coma (thus jonghyun is often at the hospital, by his side, bc he’s the one that killed him in the 1st timeline and feels guilty... the usual)

he’s in his last year in uni and coaches soccer to middle-school kids, bc he finds it easy getting along w children considering he helped raise his lil bro&sis 

what else do i say

tbh he’s a lot like shiro from voltron

he’s basically rly nice and can be a big bro type figure to anyone, he just rly hates losing ppl, flashbacks to 1st timeline deaths

even tho he’s happier this time around and believes in saving those he can etc, he deals with a lot of dark thoughts and self-doubt and honestly need a hug but he won’t tell anyone that.... so hard getting him to open abt himself as he often changes the topic to how everyone else is doing instead 

team dont kill taeyong

and ok idk what else to say

[cnisms]

ok wow... here are some v basic intros for beck, aja, veronika, bella, angel n natalya ! they won’t be super detailed bc... theres fricken 6 of them... some are longer, some are shorter, they are all ugly. but i do know my muses inside out so if u ever want me to expand on anything or fill in any gaps, just lmk. no stat pages for any of them yet, so i’ll list the basics in here. plotting ? yk what to do ! im me or just punch me in the face ! n ofc if theres specific plots u have in mind already just lmk bc as yall know... im always gonna snatch them up anyways (also ONCE AGAIN sorry for never replying to ims, i’m just a lot of foul moods these days n obviously it’s got nothin to do w yall so i wait... aka i get five minutes of peace a week... but i 100% always wanna plot n be friends !!! i WILL reply... eventually...) v brief mentions of miscarriage, drug addiction, neglect, murder n obviously death.

i lied i actually did start this ugli’s stats !! barely, but they’ll be here.

you will never met a bigger nerd than beck ever im tellin u now

had a nice childhood, parents are both scientists n lowkey hippies, v v v smart household. they were always more friendly than parental with him due to the fact that he’s always been (not super mature but) very intellectual.

grew up interested in everything. studied hard n fast. has graduated too many times. thought maybe the goal was to be a lecturer ? couldn’t pick on what tho. ended up staying to hang around his last university and instead tutors literally everyone in literally any subject. if ur muse is studying @ imperial college ? beck is their favourite tutor. srry it’s law !

just a nice guy ? unfortunately doesn’t have very many negative traits to him bc that’s just the way it worked out but he does talk a lot n has trouble effectively communicating anything he hasn’t studied so he may not always appear to be the nicest guy but ? he rlly is just a ugh jesse mccartney vc beautiful soul.

barely getting by bc how much can u charge uni students ? the answer is the minimum. he’s never been super materialistic or anything so it’s not a rude shock to him but his social life suffers (i mean he could find plenty to do himself but he is always rejecting invitations) due to lack of funds.

so boring.. so vanilla..

has to told be told to shut up or he will go for two days n yes it does hurt his feelings xx

megan ajala parekh (goes by aja), 22, cisfemale, panromantic, pansexual, listens to too much usher

was raised between the city n a farm a lil while out of town. had to deal w all of the divorce drama worse than either of her parents. they all cut each other off when she was 16 and she’s fake af making jokes abt it, acting like it was the best decision ever but she wasn’t prepared at all ? she was just couch surfing n surviving on birthday money from her grandparents n she was scared but v “no goin’ back now ig!” about the whole situation/

big mess ! also had no idea what she wanted to do but she was actually a huge flop education wise (no offense gf, me too) n ended up in a government programme n through that she just did whatever was recommended so she ended up in aged care n she loves it !

to be fair she loves everything tho so ? that’s not really sayin much. 

super excitable n ott. is always goin’ head first into everything.

as a result she’s also always exhausted n grumpy. one or the other. she can’t calm herself down n maintain a healthy lifestyle. it just doesn’t work.

lives in a disused hospital bc why not. she’s savin’ up for a nice van... to live in... that’s rlly where she sees herself.

except she’s not really saving up bc she’s the definition of headassery and is spending all her money on fast food and expensive sunglasses n hats that she will lose that same week.

i’m falling asleep but naomi scott is a goddess so whom cares 

veronika erikson, 40, cisfemale, biromantic, bisexual, old as mc’heck so she’s actually got a life for me to talk abt

born in denmark, was scouted at 16, lived between paris and new york after that, had massive success as a model. made money, set trends, still pops up in every other #goals pinterest board and #mood instagram tag. was an entire it girl back in the 90s but ! it was never fulfilling.

literally all she wanted ? her entire life ? was to be a mother ? nothing else ? modelling was a good way for her to make money bc realistically she wouldn’t have been happy doing anything that wasn’t raising her own children but she was never satisfied.

NEVER GOT HER BABIES ! despite marrying very young (she was v keen to start a family but she was also super in love) n immediately gettin into it and giving up her career at 23 to be at her prime health-wise, she had no success. suffered a LOT. the fact that the problem could never be identified was obviously super frustrating n stressed her the frick out ? the miscarriages my dude... she’d been through it n would tell herself not to get her hopes up but it was obviously always worlds worst heartbreak every time.

grew to resent her husband bc tho she knew he wasn’t to blame, she needed to put it on someone. never adopted or looked at other options out of (irrational) fear that she’d have the same kind of feelings towards any children that she didn’t birth herself so ! shit didn’t get better. it literally started 10 yrs ago... and it the negative feelings changed in intensity over n over but they somehow managed to survive 10 years n only recently separated so ! she got rid of everything n moved to london for a fresh start where she now flips houses bc she can ig n it gives her smth to do !

honestly would make the best mother ? she’s aunt to the yates siblings (hey huns) and always did the most for her fricken mini-me imogen. beautiful vodka aunt who brings gifts and gushes about u n is here to gossip but is ready to go off on ur ass if u force her to. won’t go around babying people but... if u give her the chance... 

that... that’s her personality... ideal mom in every way.

separates her private n public life very well but doesn’t share her important thoughts or feelings at all. generally a nice but passive person. 

courtney love tweeting about riverdale vibes.

arabella gomfrey, 23, closeted pan princess (literally a princess (cici is shaking)), sofia coppola’s marie antoinette

the whole gomfrey situation will be developed eventually but for now here is this.

they may not be, but bella is a v affectionate person. is wedged firmly up her entire family’s ass. loves her parents n lets them n everyone else know. rlly thinks they’re right about absolutely everything. will agree to n do anything they say.

will do anything anyone says honestly ? as long as it doesn’t come in conflict with what her parents want for her ? tell her to walk off a building bc it’ll make her parents happy n she’ll sit there stressing and considering it for hours.

won’t think for herself but still manages to be a major fake. only tells u what you want to hear, excessively sweet, will not be the one to deliver bad news ever hell nope she’s paying someone to do that for her. 

v cliquey n judgemental. her inner circle is literally just other pretty rich girls. 

loves the whole situation she was born into n has no shame. milks it. does the most. will throw a tantrum when she doesn’t get what she wants. entitled brat !

idk how but she’s the most catholic person you’ll ever meet ? the pope is jealous.

models bc she knows can do whatever the hell she wants without trying ig. just likes the applause.

angela (angel) rosado, 24, panromantic, pansexual, loves girls, Is Beautiful .

yea rosado as in the resort aha... nbd ... was adopted by the rich old rosados when she was 10 n has lived the good life ever since but before that . it was p ugly.

she was literally left on her neighbour’s doorstep when her parents got evicted from their home when angel was 6 months old ? they took her in but ! they struggled ! so a year later when angel’s mother was pregnant again n sorted herself out for a min n came back to claim her so they could be a family or w/e, the people who had been caring for her were obviously like um we rlly should not trust this bich with a baby but we’re abt to be kicked out ourselves so ... they basically forced this image of angel n her mother n the next baby livin happily ever n let her go.

her mother had another girl n angel loved her even tho she was tiny herself... she was (and still is dw her sister is thriving still) crazy abt this baby. she rlly could not love her sister more. their mother wasn’t clean for long, but their father was much worse. when he died 2 yrs later, she quickly worsened too. she was ill n not fit to parent at all but the girls lived with it for 4 yrs before they were taken away. they were told their mother passed away a few months later but neither ever looked into it.

it did not get any better ? in foster care they were bullied ... so bad. they would sneak off everyday to avoid it n then they got in trouble from their carers for doin that like ig you can’t win ! so they were gonna split the sisters up n angel was so ,,, dependent on her lil sister (n got teased for this bc her sister was literally tuckin her in and singing her to sleep every night as if she was the baby) n was not feelin too good about the situation my dudes !

anyways they snuck off to the library soon after n ig hit up The Google for a solution ? n they accidentally ended up reading some story on wtvr gossip site abt these hotel tycoons adopting for the fifth time. angel’s sister.. literally found rosado resorts’ business email . ASKED THEM TO COME ADOPT HER N ANGEL TOGETHER N TAKE THEM AWAY TO LONDON...

n it worked ? luv a (kinda) happy ending

obviously becoming part of a big, rich, sober family in a different country was weird n difficult once the excitement wore off but they made it work. her sister fit in better than her n their parents saw that ? n they noticed she was p much living off of her sister entirely ... but they were v good abt it, they put a lot of time n effort n love into angel n she grew to be THE daddy’s girl of the bunch. like he was good w all of the kids but they always had their (jealous) memes abt angel being the favourite. everyone grew up n moved on, still all v supportive of eachother. angel ? still living near her parents, checkin’ in everyday, still getting everything she wants handed to her.

doesn’t even pretend she’s effectively dealt w the bad memories of her childhood, just straight up acts like she remembers nothing except for her sister singing her to sleep. remembers everything n struggles with it everyday but that’s her business apparently.

likes to let u know that she knows she’s better than u ? better than everyone ? except maybe her sister n her father. doesn’t even like her other siblings. loves them yea, but she doesn’t like them n always starts drama crying to her parents abt how they don’t like her either.

kinda just a real snob yk what i mean ? she’s lit abt her work and her like.. total of 2 friends but otherwise likes to act real unimpressed all the time. 

u would think w the shit she’s seen she would be an understanding person but nope if she doesn’t like it, she doesn’t see it.

her parents bought her .. a gym .. for her 20th bday n she opened a few more in the yrs following that and now has celebrities up on instagram posing in angelfit activewear, pretending to drink her protein shakes, u know the deal. she’s v proud of herself.

UM OK WOW its 8am i’ve been working (slowly) at this whole post for 6hrs now n i just forgot i was keeping these short but i can’t pick which details to remove so u know what ? this one stays meaty. thats it tho i think !

also peep her nameless sister in case anyones lookin for muse ideas in the future :P x

N FINALLY... natalya nikolayevna belyakova, natasha works, 27, demiromantic, demisexual, cute ! dont know if u noticed but she’s russian !

these muses just get more n more extreme as u go down the list o wow n still none of them get a coherent introduction. especially natasha bc ? ok so she was raised by dirty money but ... criminal organisations in moscow ... lets not even get into it. let’s say they were big in weaponry.

anyway ! it was just her, her brother n her father. v close. they were weird, everyone knew this. she had no friends, even when she was living out of home to study. her social life was literally whatever dangerous dinner parties her father invited her to n that was it.

it was never that deep (AKA IT WASNT GROSS LIKE EVERY1 MADE IT OUT TO BE) she's literally just shy n angery pup meme. she’s the pretentious smart girl in every story ever who is like “i hate ppl... books cant stab u in the back” like ok relax who asked NERD but she rlly could not escape her family so might as well love them !

um ig her father had her mother killed when natasha was abt 8 yrs old. apparently she was havin an affair. her brother spilled the beans to her yrs later when he was mad at their father. she wanted to be horrified for a second but thought it would change nothing so there was no point. she rlly stanned her father huh ?

he dead too now rip. while natalya was away studying, every1 in their home... her brother, father, everyone workin’ there ... all ... got killed n then the house was torched quick. she knew business had been gettin uglier but this ugly ? [ mari vc ] ruined her fricken LIFE.

one of her father’s creepy old friends eventually had to let her know what happened n how everyone saw it coming or whatever like ok thanks buddy ! natasha’s rlly sad obviously ? doesn’t last long. now ... she’s mad ! now... She’s pissed.

so she’s come to blame this gang that’s heavy in london. she REALLY drops outta school, comes on over, worms her way into their major rival gang n WAITS. she’s been here . for yrs now . and is yet to do . anything ... despite being obsessed with the idea of revenge. she’s playing the long game and making sure she’s getting all the details right bc she’s like Well this is a suicide mission might as well make it count ! its sad but -.- what are u gonna do ? (rival gang subplot coming soon btw whew!)

keeps her desire for actual bloody revenge to herself bc she doesnt wanna look like she’s gonna cause trouble for anyone when she DEFINITELY IS. she only acts angry enough to have her >.> allies >.> belieb that she’s loyal.

obviously committed . obviously she needs some milk .

not a fun person ? unless u tryna die also. but she’s very put together, v professional, cultivated, charming ig when she wants to be, unfortunately adorable, v organized, um what else ? nothin. that’s that. thanks !

THIS IS SO UGLY I CANT BELIEVE I EMBARRASS MYSELF LIKE THIS BUT U KNOW WHAT ! [ CHRIS TRAEGER VC ] LITERALLY ! A MEMEY INTRO POST IS BETTER THAN NO INTRO POST ! GOOD LUCK WITH UR LIVES ! LOVE U ALL !