#{ cricket caulfield — starter }

[angeldcgs]

closed: @thcophagy based: while recording a particularly emotional song for his upcoming album, cricket ends up pushing laurie to the point of tears. who: cricket caulfield, she/her, 28, singer-songwriter pinterest

"flat." her voice cut in as the music cut out, reverberating through the bulky headphones laurie wore while stood in the booth looking every bit as fragile as he probably felt. "you was flat again. and y' keep jumpin' in too soon with that line at the start 'a th' second bar, you come in on the downbeat. 'member?" their eyes remained locked through the glass window dividing them as she dug into him, her expression stern and unrelenting just like her critiques. cricket knew being back in each other's lives would prove to be a mistake— not nearly enough time had passed for them to sort through and move on from whatever complicated feelings had arisen during their former acquaintanceship, clearly, seeing as laurie looked like he was ready to practically melt into a puddle after being forced to sing the same few bars over and over again, each take straying farther and farther from acceptable. it didn't help that she'd just so happened to needle him over the most gut wrenching chunk of the song, the real emotional core in which the listener truly felt the vast numbness that came along after a bout of intense despair. a despair that had been caused by cricket herself. if interrogated, she'd just claim she was just trying to push him to achieve what she knew he was capable of, that the bridge of the song was simply too important to accept mediocrity, and while all that was true, there was a part of cricket that simply wanted to see him snap. call her cruel, she wouldn't deny it. that was part of the whole reason she had such an aversion to allowing laurie to develop romantic feelings for her, knowing an embittered, spiteful woman like herself would only crush his spirit over time, and this was her way of saying "i told you so!". "fuck's sake, laurie..." she rubbed a hand over her face as she let out a sigh of exasperation, fishing out a cigarette from the pack she left discarded on the mixing board and lit up to soothe her irritation. "some of us got actual shit to do t'night besides holdin' y'er hand tryna' walk ya' through eight fuckin' bars... studio time ain't cheap, neither. that's fifty bucks outta the label's wallet and damn near an hour 'a my time wasted listenin' t' y'er damn caterwaulin'."

[gothwives]

closed: @splintcred based: co-workers at a diner shooting the shit while they're closing up who: cricket caulfield, she/her, 28, musician/waitress

"next time that bitch comes in, i'm spittin' in her eggs, and ain't nobody gonna stop me. it's always somethin' with her! too hot, too cold, too runny, overcooked... all that for a five percent tip? not fuckin' worth it."

[angeldcgs]

closed: @blcssom based: x who: cricket caulfield, she/her, 28, aspiring singer/songwriter/diner waitress

frustration was mounting the longer they spoke; nothing cricket said seemed to get through to them. they seemed hellbent on following her around like a lovesick puppy, trotting back to her side no matter how many times she kicked them away, and she was running low on patience— and the willpower to resist their advances. "i dunno what it is ya' think y'er gonna get outta me," she said finally. "what you want from me... but i can't give it to ya'. i won't."

[gothwives]

open: m/masc leaning nb plot: your muse and cricket were a couple and a musical duo until your muse stole her songs and went solo, turning her stolen work into hit singles. now they’ve crossed paths and cricket is rightfully pissed. who: cricket caulfield, she/her, 28, musician/waitress

“don’t run away from me, you f.uckin’ p.rick!” blood practically boiling from the unfiltered rage the appearance of the other had sparked in her, cricket slipped off a heel and lobbed it at their head. “you had the balls to steal my songs, you’d better have the balls to come back here and face me like a man.”

[angeldcgs]

open: m based: your muse left cricket some number of years ago (or perhaps got locked up) and never looked back. now he's shown up at her doorstep after all this time looking to rekindle things, only to find that she was pregnant when he left, and they now have a son that he had no idea about. who: cricket caulfield, she/her, 28, diner waitress/aspiring singer/songwriter pinterest

hearing the tinny chime of the doorbell ring out from the other room, cricket let out a huff of frustration. those damn jehovah's witnesses just didn't know when to quit... "hol' on, baby, i'll get it," she called out to her son, hoping to delay him from answering the door himself. swapping her threadbare towel for an equally ratty robe, cricket exited the quiet sanctuary of the bathroom for the chaos of her cramped apartment, toys littering the floor and cartoons blaring on the tv in the living room. much to her frustration, her son had beat her to the punch and was already standing in the open doorway chatting away with whoever was on the other side. "lucky day caulfield, ain't i told you not t'—" the words died in her throat, scolding cut short once she got close enough to see who was standing on her doorstep— a phantom ripped straight from her sordid past. on instinct she ushered her son to the side and stepped in front of him, partially closing the door so it was only open a sliver. "go on n' watch your 'toons, baby," she tried to keep her expression pleasant as she looked down at him, nodding back towards the living room. "mama's gotta take care 'a somethin'." he trotted along on his way, though not without slight protest, and only then did cricket fix her icy glare on her former lover. "you gotta lotta f.uckin' nerve, y'know that?" she hissed. "showin' your face here after what you done..."

[gothwives]

closed: @dollrstore 1/3 who: cricket caulfield, she/her, ​28, musician/waitress

“you got a lot of fuckin' nerve, you know that? showin' up here after what you done... hope it was worth it. 'cause you'll get what's comin' to ya' soon enough, and won't nobody be to blame but yourself."

[angeldcgs]

it’s maxine day and i’m literally at the studio getting my pearl tattoo as we speak so please give this a like if you’d like a starter from one of my m.ia g.oths <3

buffy bloom- she/her, 26, bisexual, switch (dom preference), exotic dancer/adult film star, inspired by x (2022)

lux laurie- she/her, 27, bisexual, dominant, heiress/model/murderess, inspired by i.nfinity p.ool (2023)

winifred “winnie” perkins- she/her, 24, bisexual (closeted), submissive, farm girl, inspired by p.earl (2022)

cricket caulfield- she/her, 28, pansexual, switch, aspiring singer songwriter, inspired by d.aisy j.ones and the s.ix (2023)

faye sanderson- she/her, 25, bisexual, submissive, ballerina, inspired by b.lack s.wan (2010)

e.nvy a.dams (from the s.cott p.ilgrim franchise)- she/her, 26, bisexual, switch, pop star

[gothwives]

in honor of her birthday like this from a starter from one of my mia muses <3 bc i’m insane <3

buffy bloom- she/her, 26-28, bisexual, adult film star

lux laurie- she/her, 27-29, pansexual, socialite/heiress/model

winifred “winnie” perkins- she/her, 24-26, bisexual (closeted), farm girl

cricket caulfield- she/her, 28-30, pansexual, musician/waitress

faye sanderson- she/her, 25-27, bisexual, ballerina