#「 file. → 002. / what’s in your head ?? › musings . 」

[spcherryygirl]

𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !

m. townsend x f!reader

𝓢ynopsis: michael townsend is always watching you.

not in the stalker, obsessive manner.but in the way that only michael does▰his hazel eyes scanning each shift in your face, each movement of your fingers, each hesitation between your sentences.

& you know it.

because you're watching him, too.

you always have. (but did you know that?)

𝓦arnings: not proofread(let's be real, all my works aren't proofread.)

𝓝otes:

001. if u saw this post last month, u did not.

002. hopefully, this will reach the five other michael townsend/the naturals fans

003. i do naawwwwt know how to write a case so there'll be a looottt of breaks/cuts.

004. i wanna nom michael townsend.

005. & NWS,EWM contents. SUGHHHHH. i wanna reread red.

006. laurie hawthorne my girl 🩷

007. this can be gn!reader, i js couldn't find the right aesthetics sl ijdbdndsn 😓😓

008. idek ab reader's ability here, i js randomly came up w it for thjsjssis workrkr😭😭 trust, i gen have no idea how the ability works.

the naturals program at the fbi wasn't made for friendships, & it definitely wasn't made for whatever this is between you & michael.

you both are good at your jobs. he reads people like a book, stripping away the layers of other people's meticulously built masks with an infuriating smirk. & you▰well, you notice patterns. a change in habit, a shift in behavior, an inconsistency in the way a person moves or talks. little things no one else catches, but to you, they might as well be flashing neon lights.

so when michael looks at you, oh, you notice.

when his teasing becomes a little more pointed, when he hovers in doorways or leans in too close with a knowing smile, when his eyes narrow every time you do something unexpected▰you notice.

& it drives you crazy.

not because he's obnoxious (which, admit it, he is). not because he always needs to get the last word in. but because he sees you like nobody else does. & you don't know whether that's exciting or scary.

the case the naturals are working on is a brutal one. a serial offender targeting young women, each one disappearing after an uncanny pattern of near identical routines. they’re being watched before they disappear. stalked. hunted.

patterns.

that’s why you’re here.

michael sits across from you in the briefing room, arms folded, eyes staring intently at you. it's not out of character▰michael is always watching. always interpreting. but this is different. this is intense, evaluating, like he's attempting to draw the response directly from your head before you can voice it.

you take a breath. "he's not watching them. he's studying them."

dean fidgets beside you. "go on."

you touch the files spreaded out on the table. "each victim changed their routine just before they disappeared. not a significant change▰just a little one. one took a different route home from work. another changed supermarkets. one began morning jogs instead of evening ones." you glance up, catching michael's eye. "it's as if he was waiting for a change. a pattern break."

michael leans over, fingers tapping on the table. "he doesn't want to be predictable, either. if he attacks after the change, there's no definable pattern in his attack."

you nod. "right."

a sly smile jerks at his mouth, & something flashes through his eyes. admiration? humor? he's proud of you for solving the mystery▰quite possibly because it proves he believed in you when you first began.

you roll your eyes. "don't look so smug, townsend."

his smile grows.

later, following the briefing, you are alone in the kitchen, still studying the crime scene shots, looking for another thread to pull.

michael slides into the seat beside you, his presence as effortless as ever. “you know,” he muses, “for someone who spends so much time pointing out what people don��t notice, you’re pretty bad at taking your own advice.”

you glance at him. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

his gaze dips to the file in your hands, then back to you. “you’re exhausted.”

“i’m fine.”

michael huffs a laugh. “you always say that.”

because it's true. because you refuse to be or feel anything else.

& then michael reaches out, his finger tracing along the edge of the paper you're holding in your hand, & you feel▰he's not just discussing the case.

you look at him, your pulse racing.

michael townsend is always watching you.

& sometimes, you allow yourself to watch him too. sometimes.

it happens two nights later.

a breakthrough on the case.

a suspect.

you & michael are paired together, following a man who matches the profile to a t▰too to a t.

the night is cool, the streetlights buzzing softly as you creep along in near-silent footsteps. michael stays close, always in your line of sight, his body a steady presence beside yours.

& then▰

a sound.

a flash of movement.

before you have time to think, michael's arm is across your waist, pulling you back into the entrance of a doorway.

your breath hitches, but not out of fear.

michael's close. far too close. his warmth against you, a solid weight of him, the spread of his hand across the small of your back. the thud of his heartbeat clashing with your own, where the rise & fall of his chest matches yours.

neither you nor he moves. neither of you breathe.

inches from the curve of your ear, he whispers, "he's watching."

your heartbeat lurches.

you know he means the suspect. you know this is just part of the job.

but the tone he use slow, cautious, measured▰puts a chill in your spine.

michael townsend is watching you.

& for the first time, you wonder if maybe.. you do want him to.

the case closes three days later.

the suspect is taken into custody. the patterns you discovered were the solution to taking him down.

it should be over.

yet still, when you're standing outside the safe house that evening, your body tense with the heavy weight of exhaustion sinking into your bones & organs(if that even makes sense). oh, & you still have the sense that you're being watched.

not like the victims were. not like it makes your skin prickle.

but like it catches your breath.

you turn.

michael stands leaning against the railing, arms folded, watching you with that same traceless face.

you furrowed an eyebrow. "find something you enjoy, townsend?"

his lips curl, but his eyes remain serious. "always."

your stomach knots. not with fear. not with dread.

but with something else.

something you can't quite bring yourself to say.

& when michael townsend moves a step closer▰slow, measured, giving you every opportunity to back away.

you don't.

because maybe, just maybe..

you've been watching him, too.

© minorlyatfault, 2025

[heseventh-blog]

tags uwu

[kiintsugi]

Vagrant's Rhapsody Excerpt #002

“You can't change the wind but you can set your sails.”   ― Billie Joe Armstrong

“Sometimes the world decides it doesn’t need you. Sometimes you decide you don’t need the world. But, you... fuck, I need you.”

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Drink because you’ve got nothing better to do than wallow in self-pity on a Saturday night. Drink because you’re letting the straights play jump rope with your nerves. Fling your glass across the bar so you have to watch the whiskey run down your distorted, cracked reflection.  

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

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Train hopper modern au. aka the road trip quarter-life crisis au no one asked for but i’m writing anyway

Spotify insp. playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3nIWt2B8z1kNTovOlKI9jR?si=lqCCZXmPTsKZXPkJW0kOKg

EXCERPT:

There were three things that Clarke loved about Bellamy Blake

His love of world history which allowed for enough overlap with her love art that he was actually someone she could talk to about post renaissance painters and have a fulfilling conversation with. 

He was literally the kindest human on the face of the earth.  

His arms. They were great.  

She remembered the third thing as he offered her his elbow to walk her into the little diner. Which, conclusion: Bellamy was without a doubt, the kindest human of all time.

They found a table toward the back, near the jukebox that only ever played one song. It had been that way for as long as Clarke could remember and would likely stay that way until it stopped working all together. Not that it mattered. It didn’t bother the regulars – mostly grumpy older men and industrial, blue collar workers – and it didn’t bother the employees either. The only people who ever complained was the rare newcomer who always thought it necessary to blame the waitress for their own piss poor taste in music.

Mary Jane’s Last Dance played when Clarke was young and her father would take her out to watch the sunrise in the Beacon parking lot at four something in the morning. It played when Clarke was sixteen and bussing tables and sneaking links of sausage because she had already been given two formal warnings about sneaking bacon and when she was sliding ice down Octavia’s shirt on late weekend nights to keep her awake for their three graveyard regulars. It didn’t matter what she was doing or who she was or who ahead wanted to be one day; Tom Petty was always there. For Hungover Clarke, however, she could really do without the residual emotions of her past right about now.

“Is it even possible to hate Tom Petty?” Bellamy mused with a nostalgic twinkle as he slid into a booth. She knew he meant well, he always meant well. But Clarke still had to bite her tongue and actively stop herself from being a certifiable grump towards one of the only people she could stand to be around.

She waved a hand with dismissive intent and peered across the diner. It was a small joint, cracked and aged in this timeless charm sort of way with a dozen booths, six on either side of the door, and a row of diner bar top seats that always had some industrial worker with sunken eyes hunched over endless coffee and a plate of grease drenched potatoes.

There were two waitresses. The first was and older woman who had been with diner since Clarke was young named Bea. The other was younger, even more than Clarke and unlike Bea who had something a rapport with the regulars, was having hard time knowing when to approach customers and when to leave them the fuck alone.  

“Charlotte. What the fuck? We got customers!” Murphy’s head peaked out from the window behind the counter, his expression wrinkled with frustration.  

“I got it,” Bea interjected. “She’s one of my girls.”

Murphy turned towards them, eyes lighting up when he realized the customers in question were her and Bellamy. “You,” he declared, reaching an arm out of the window to point his spatula at them. “Bout time.”

Bellamy smiled. “We’re here, now.”

Ever chivalrous Bellamy Blake, acting as if it were his fault Clarke hadn’t bothered to stop by. Of course, Bea knew better than to believe it.  

“Where the hell have you been?” she asked, pushing her weight onto one hip as she set down two mugs coffee.  

Clarke reached for the obviously larger of the two mugs. “Europe.”

“That was six months ago,” Bea said.  

“New York?”

“Try again, girlie.”

Clarke shrugged. She really didn’t have an answer; at least, she didn’t have one that she was willing to admit.  

“Well, you’re here now.” Bea put her hands on her hips and sighed. “That’s what matters. Just in time for the wedding, too. Oh,” she breathed. “I never did expect to say that about Octavia.”

“Yeah,” Clarke said, looking out the window. “Me either.”

The Beacon was a tiny building that built its success through its service to blue collar railway workers and, while the railroad workforce was nothing compared to what used to be as a in their small midwestern town, the trainyard still lingered across the window pane like a distance relic and – somehow – added to the charm. Now days, hardly anyone who worked on the railway came into the diner, but Clarke always wondered what the place looked like when it first opened. Train tales had to be better the complaints of long sleep-deprived truck drivers and stoned teenagers who poured chocolate milk on their hash browns.  

The bells over the door gave an off-key chime and Clarke could hear the trudging boots of new customers filing in through the door.  

“Charlotte,” Murphy’s voice boomed. “You’re up!”

Bellamy chuckled across the table and Clarke whipped her attention back to the diner as he said, “I haven't heard Murphy this frustrated since Clarke and Octavia first left.”

Bea looked over her shoulder to the table of new arrivals where the young waitress seemed to be stumbling through her job. “It’s her first job,” she said. “She’ll get better. You and O weren’t much better when you started either. Besides, that lot’s an easy ticket. She’ll be fine.”

The table consisted of four people, each as begrimed as the last. They were covered in something black and greasy, with stringy unwashed hair and dirt ridden, sweat soaked clothes. One of them was wiping their hands clean, leaving a pile of dirty napkins in the center of the table before collecting them all and trading the used napkins to the waitress for coffee.

“They’re filthy,” Bellamy noted.

“They’re harmless,” Bea said. “So, your orders still the same? Southwest Omelet and a Beacon Traditional?”

They both nodded and Bea sauntered away to shout the orders at Murphy through the kitchen window.

“Can you believe Murphy still works here?” Bellamy asked, leaning over the table. “Eight years at the same diner.”

Clarke frowned. “Bea’s been here longer.”

“Yeah, but that’s Bea. This place is nothing without her.”

Clarke shrugged. As much as she loved Bellamy, it was hard to keep a conversation with him. It was hard to keep a conversation with anyone these days.

They fell into a sort of uncomfortable silence as Bellamy sipped at his coffee and hummed the repeating tune of the Jukebox’s only song while Clarke stared absentmindedly across the diner towards the table of four. She watched the young waitress, Charlotte, bring out four piled plates of diner classics, refill coffee mugs on at least four separate occasions and chat idly with the group about things Clarke couldn’t quite make out.

“Fuckin’ frozen hell, Princess. You gonna say hi to me, or what?”

Clarke snapped back to the table. There were two steaming plates of food in front of them, Bellamy’s half consumed and Clarke’s completely untouched and her coffee had gone cold. She looked at the plate, frowning before looking up to Murphy who had stolen a seat next to Bellamy. “Sorry,” she mumbled as she began to pick at her food. “Long night.”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ bet,” Murphy said. He pushed back his hair and leaned one elbow on the table. “I heard you go real hard these days.”

Clarke raised an eyebrow as she shoved a fork full of food into her mouth.  

“Hey, man, I hear what I hear,” he said with an innocent shrug. “Not like we’ve talked since you got back to set the story straight.”

“There’s nothing to set straight,” Clarke said.  

Murphy gripped his chest with gasp. “A woman after my own heart. No fucks and an iron liver.”

“Murphy,” Bellamy interjected. “Enough.”

“I’ll take you on on that. If you can keep up.”

Murphy balked with laughter. “Come on, princess. You really think your debauchery can keep up with me? I’ve been running the garbage kid scene since you were still a star student.”

Clarke raised her coffee mug with a smug grin. “What can I say? I’m a fast learner.”

[qxmaneo]

𝐪 » a character exploration.

001. what is your muse’s full name and do they have any nicknames?

well, whose name do you want? in 1938, this body belonged to a dryad who was born with the name jung kyuhyun. in 1949, the dryad lost all memory and was assimilated into his adoptive family under the name quinn alvarez, and he didn’t discover his birth name kyuhyun until years later as he dug through his parents’ files. the demon who currently inhabits the body is simply named q, a name picked out by quinn himself to give to the mysterious voice in his head. q can’t remember what name he went by before turning up in quinn’s body, but he’s sure he must have gone by something. legally, at current, his name is registered as quinn jung, as he dropped his adoptive parents’ last name before he moved back to korea, but he didn’t feel attachment to the name kyuhyun like he did quinn. such a long story only to come to the conclusion that q is in control, and he likes to be called q. nothing more, nothing less.

002. what do they look like? include hair, eyes, skin tone, tattoos, etc. !

q is one of the least intimidating people you will ever meet, standing at 5′6″ with a lack of muscle mass and some of the cutest fairy-like features you’ll ever see. though he was born with a common fae coloring– pastel pink hair and deep blue eyes– he opts to constantly dye his hair a different color to distance himself from his fae identity, and currently, he has it dyed black. the blue eyes can stay though, he likes those. other than his binary veritas tattoo, he has a snake wrapped around his other wrist and a knife and rose on his upper arm.

003. do they have any distinguishing features such as scars, unique birthmarks, etc.?

( tw: self harm??? ) q has multiple burn scars from where he has pressed iron against his skin on multiple different occasions in order to cause quinn pain. he’s done it for various reasons, the most serious of which being that quinn forcibly took over to stop him from killing a target, and the most petty of which being that he just wouldn’t shut up when q had a headache. sure, the burns hurt q as well, but the satisfaction of quinn apologizing for whatever he’d done and going silent for a few hours (maybe a few days) is worth it.

004. what is your muse’s friends and family like? who do they usually surround themselves with?

to be entirely honest? q doesn’t really consider himself to have friends nor family. he usually surrounds himself with the members of his gang, but even then he doesn’t truly consider any of them friends.

005. who would you consider the closest person to your muse?

undoubtedly, quinn. as at odds as the two are, quinn is the one person q will go to any means to protect. is that because they share a body and anything that kills quinn would kill him as well? maybe. but there’s also just something about spending your entire life with someone, unable to separate yourself from them, that cultivates a sort of sibling-like bond.

006. where was your character born and what was their living situation growing up there?

quinn was born in seoul, though neither quinn nor q remember ever living in korea before they moved there after high school graduation. for however long they can remember, they grew up in upstate new york in a fairly large family of adopted supernatural children, all with different unique characteristics which set them apart from others of their respective species. their adoptive parents had always been cold and methodical, never quite giving them the kind of attention that one would associate with a kind and loving household. 

007. what is your muse’s biggest fear and does anyone know? if so, who, and if not, why not?

q likes to think that he has no fears. no true fears, at least. he avoids death at all costs, but wouldn’t be afraid should his time be upon him. he does not fear failure, only lets it fuel him to do better next time. the only thing he’d say he’s truly afraid of is feeling powerless. does that automatically make it his biggest fear? maybe.

008. has your muse ever fallen in love before? if so, with who? did it end well?

... no. q thinks love is fake and irrational.

009. what would you find in your muse’s refrigerator right now?

fruits, vegetables, and lots of noodles. q is a vegetarian, and dishes with noodles or bread are his absolute favorite. he’s not home very often, and when he’s out he usually stops by restaurants or orders takeout to his office, so his kitchen is truly sort of bare. but the snack foods that he does stock up on are there for when he needs to stress eat his way through leader things or when quinn finally gets time to breathe and curl up with a bag of popcorn and his favorite novel.

010. what does your muse usually wear? you can describe, link pictures, etc. !

here !!!

011. what is your muse’s strongest memory that they carry around?

the most vivid memory q has is of him trying to destroy quinn’s tree. this particular memory is so strong because it’s the exact moment that he realized there was no separating himself from quinn. everything that quinn felt as limbs were hacked off of his precious tree, q felt as well. that was the moment that the permanence of his predicament truly set in. 

[koolkvat-blog]

       hello  loves  ,   what’s  up  !   i’m  super  excited  to  be  here  &  to  finally  play  my  precious girl  ,   jade aka kool kat   .   i’m  LOLA  ,   use  she / her prounouns  ,   i am NINETEEN  ,   &   i  am  currently  in  the  gmt + 1 timezone  which  means  yes  ,  my  ass should’ve  been  awake  for  intro  posting  but  i  don’t  know  what  time  management  is  and  ended  up  swamped  w/  work  ,  so  !   everything   you  need  to  know  about  about  miss  kat  is  under  the  cut  ,   &  i’m  rlly  thrilled  to  be  apart  of  such  a  wonderful  rp  with  such  gorgeous  muses  .  corniness over  ––   if  you’re  looking  to  plot  sumn  out  ,   just  hit  that   ♥︎    &   i’ll  make  my  way  on  over  to  ur  dms  ,  or  feel  free  to  add  me  up   on  discord  which  i’ll  give  in im’s  if  anybody’s  interested  !   ♡♡♡         tw  :   family issues  ,  body image issues  &  drug mention  ( not  explicit ) . 

001 . SYNOPSIS  . FULL     NAME  .      jade        kikuchi . NICKNAMES  .      kool kat    . AGE  .      twenty - one . DATE     OF     BIRTH  .      twenty  -  seventh     of     september   ,     1993      /     libra . PLACE     OF     BIRTH  .      harajuku ,   tokyo ,     japan .         GENDER  .       cisgender     female . SEXUALITY  .     (  closeted  )  pansexual  . NATIONALITY  .      japanese  ,  now  american  too  after  successfully  gaining  citizenship  . ETHNICITY  .      asian  . OCCUPATION  .       fashion designer at katz designz      ,     former  fashion  design  and  journalist  student  back  in  her  original  timeline  . PLAYLIST  .      here  !  (  +  )     charismatic , enthusiastic , warm , energetic , adventurous , compassionate , animated . (  -  )     deceptive ,  independent ,  emotional , territorial , ambitious , impulsive , temperamental , insecure , sarcastic .  

002 . AESTHETIC  .      wheatgrass  smoothies , 90′s  anime  with  subtitles  , chanel  no. 5, speeding  on  a  desert  road  with  the  windows  down ,  painting  your  toenails  on  the  dashboard ,  neon  prints ,  cat  lazing  on  a  balcony  in  the  sun , black  lace ,  japanese  horror  films  ,  sour  cocktails  with  sugar  around  the  rim , half - smoked  cigarettes ,  stacks  of  fashion  magazines , long  hair  hastily  dyed  different  colours in  a  motel  bathroom ,  thrift  stores   .

003. INFORMATION  .

tl;dr : a flighty, inattentive adventurer: a follower of whims; personable and sociable but lacks the skills to maintain relationships because she’s entirely (and perhaps too) career focused, checks her horoscope daily and entirely relies on the stars when concerning relationships, epitome of a britney spears / gwen stefani stan back in the 2000′s, still owns a (bedazzled) flip phone, collector of vintage fashion (chanel, elle, juicy couture etc.) a subscriber to the Leonardo Da Vinci sleeping method; catch her at 2 am making soufflés or buying plane tickets to shiwei so she can really experience the culture: will tell you she loves you ten minutes after first introduction because she’s high: kind of unintentionally insensitive to those she doesn’t know and closed off but in like a cool, lovable way. 

•    heads up im running on like 5 hrs sleep so sry when this inevitably derails ! ok sweet let’s get into this . 

•    so as aforementioned this is jade kukichi, aka, kool kat. she was dubbed that by her friends due to her unique fashion style and sense of dress, and it’s stuck. lbr nobody other than her friends can use that term so if you do, she’s just going to stare at u for a quick sec before saying ‘it’s jade’. 

•    born in harajuku, tokyo to a cardiothoracic surgeon of a father and a politician of a mother, jade grew up traveling the world and becoming flighty af, never thinking she was going to make long - term friends and kinda being okay with that. 

•    her family has never stayed in one place for very long, though her aging parents eventually settled into a permanent residence in the us around the time she turned sixteen, not soon enough for jade to break the habit of wandering, but thankfully quick enough for her to meet the bratz girls who were just as adventurous and fun - loving as she. she's spent much of her teen life jumping from place to place wherever her interests are that moment, collecting people along the way, but to find friends was the only thing she was missing. jade has a brilliant mind, but she lacks patience and follow through. she needs guidance or she'll jump from idea to idea, job to job, whim to whim.

•    ngl, jade pretty much hated her home life. her parents were an overbearing presence in her life, her mother wanting jade to be a proper lady who also went into a profession like theirs (entirely serious and stifling when it came to creativity, doctor, politician, lawyer etc.) while jade herself wanted to check out the latest trends and go to the mall w her friends – so she turned all of her focus and energy into getting good grades in everything she wanted to do in the hopes that she could be the most successful fashion designer, then leaving town forever. 

•    like she spent 7 yrs in high school graduating w honours but she barely knew what was happening in 9/10 of her classes and sometimes she just slept through classes and then wing her exams which she miraculously did well at. it was just not a good idea to send jade to a public school at 11 after being in boarding school for the rest of her life and then never really enforce any rules :~\ she has trouble with that kind of thing.. as in making logical choices instead of saying "YEAH lets go watch american psycho and smoke weed!" skipping chemistry to do just that 

•    she loves fun and values doing what makes her happy over most things. it's hard to pin her down and she spends most of her life chasing after ideas that don't really follow any sort of conscious order, bc she’s really got that ‘i’ve got dreams and i’m gonna do everything in my power to achieve them’ personality. 

•    according to bratz canon she’s worked as literally everything ? she’s one of those insufferable people who r just. good everything ig and that’s just how it is on this bitch of an earth. jade’s been a photographer, a song - writer and bass player in a rock band (shout out to bratz rock angelz the best movie w the best soundtrack ever), a student studying fashion design, a fashion columnist, a quickly fired nanny, and many other things in between. 

•    so when she appears in toonsville she’s kind of out of it that she’s not doing something w her skills and sets up her own business which she loves ? being her own boss suits her fine (for now) because she’s got a Real Job and she's actually trying rly hard so she can fulfill her dreams !! like suck it mom nd dad haha !!!

•    jade has a lot of weird feelings TM about her body and her looks and struggles a lot with her self confidence :~( she had a shit time at school with boys saying she was too thin and she compensated by acting like she didn't like anyone at all for a while and now she thinks she isn't good enough for anyone when rly she is a cinnamon bun too good for this world too pure 

•    best friend ever she is so good at being a friend if u text her at 3am to go out or cry on her shoulder shes ready to go at 3:15 even if she was sleeping w lots of snacks and treats and love!!! she is sooo extroverted around those she’s comfortable w, she gains so much energy from being around people and she loves being nice and being around ppl she likes 

•    she becomes the mom of groups pretty easily (hence why she’s the leader of the bratz) bc she bottles up most of her own problems to help ppl with theirs!! which is toxic yea but she puts people first always so !! plz help her poor repressed soul!! rip kool kat.. 

•    still super into the stuff of her time so like.. she loves the x files and bad reality tv shows (i want to be a hilton) and reads gossip magazines on the reg because she enjoys that stuff! also very into girl groups.. ginger spice / posh spice is an eternal mood.  

•    anyway yes sweet adult-child of 21 (she is in denial about that tho like she doesn't want to be childish) who is v nice v kind v loyal v baked a lot of time, v passionate v silly. idk what i'm doin hope u like it < 3

004. WANTED CONNECTIONS . 

friends / best friends / ride or dies . jade genuinely loves people, loves talking to strangers and getting into intense conversations with people she’s only just met, learning other people’s way of life and bettering herself for getting. she is, however, incredibly blunt and has never once minced words to keep from hurting someone’s feelings or to ease them into a situation. she’d much rather have a one-time conversation with a stranger than make long lasting relationships. she has three very close friends –  to the point of co - dependence –  and honestly, she’d rather spend all of her time doing things she loves such as her hobbies, sticking her nose into the latest vogue, or searching for cute collars and treats for her cat mica w them instead of making new friends. she's also FUN and she'd be happy to go on crazy road trips or buy out a movie theater for a day or anything that she thinks will her buds happy. she's traveled all over, so she’s v well read and cultured. she loves people but she hates complication and won't deal with any sort of emotional labor. she wants to live in the moment and expects everyone in her life to do so as well. just be chill, y'all. 

frenemies / enemies /  rivals  . please be her enemy, she needs people to antagonize shdhshd. she grew up pretty much affluent so she’s pretty spoiled even if she doesn’t want to admit it, and that rebellious side of her hasn’t died down yet. despite the fact that she is wealthy and in good community standing, she has a hard time letting go of childish grudges. in general she’s got a lot of suppressed feelings and ready to fight everyone who hurts her friends – like an irritated cat – so, honestly, come at her ? she is sometimes a little fickle and flighty and a unintentionally stuck up when it comes to art / fashion and she has definitely said the wrong thing at the wrong time and pissed the wrong people off, she can’t stand anyone underestimating her or thinking she’s dumb bc she’s interested in fashion. like gtfo !

ex’s , fwb’s , possible love interests .  jade is fairly fluid romantically and is the type of person who hates labels but also just wants to be cherished and called cute pet names lowkey. she loves a lot and gives a lot to her relationships, but typically doesn't want to commit to anything important. she’s gone from one disastrous relationship to another, ending up with a boyfriend who constantly ridiculed her image that was essentially the catalyst for her cutting off romantic ties, quite a recent wound before she found herself on the island actually. worst thing is tht she’s convinced herself that she’s been the problem in these relationships –  that she turns good people bad or that she is too much for people to deal with, she’s not sure what the issue is and she doesn’t really want to know. so…. fuck everything amirite ? anyway, she’s a strong independent woman who don’t need no (wo)man. 

etc . pls give me people jade can give a makeover to, people she shares an apartment w on the island, people who think fashion is girly and vapid.. creatives who love what she’s doing, anything tbh << 3