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ameliaxsong · 2 years ago

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– Amelia Song –

Age: 35 Birthday: December 1st, 1987 Zodiac: Sagittarius Gender/Pronouns: Cis Female & She/Her Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship status: Single Hometown: Seattle, Washington Occupation: Bartender at Decades Nightclub Current residence: Downtown Positive traits: Outgoing, loyal, hardworking Negative traits: Manipulative, jealous, hot-headed Face claim: Jamie Chung

Background - tw: alcoholism, drugs, death

Amelia was born and raised in Seattle to two alcoholic parents who didn’t care much for her. They ignored her a lot until they realized how great of a dancer she was. At the age of three, they put her into dancing classes. All throughout the years of dancing, she had competed in many dace competitions, ballet being her top category of dance, she collected a lot of trophies and winnings and was well known at her young age. She was a happy, determined, hard working kid and didn’t let her parents get in her way. When she was 15 years old, her parents both had too much to drink and they were driving her home when they got into a car accident, killing both of them on impact and putting Amelia immediately into foster care. Once she moved to and from foster homes, her life turned for the worse. Now 16 years old, Amelia had just moved into a foster group home for girls in Portland, Oregon and the kids at the high school constantly teased her for being a dancer…she failed classes and eventually dropped out, turning to drugs as they kept her alive. She had no positive mindset, all she wanted to do was get high and win more dance/ballet competitions.

At 18 years old, she was kicked out of the dance academy for failing multiple drug tests and not wanting to go back to the group home for girls, she decided to be homeless and found a strip club to dance at. She was a very popular stripper and many people loved her. She used her dance skills and flexibility to the test here and while she wasn’t the best in the beginning, she found herself easing more into the job as time went on. Amelia made money by stripping and nights when she wasn’t on the pole, she was bartending. She didn’t have much experience with making drinks but she was going to do anything to make money. While she was doing great with both jobs, she constantly felt ashamed of herself…she never thought she would become a stripper. She knew it was one of the only ways to make money to not live on the streets anymore, that was until she found a waitressing job at the local diner.

She was thankful that no one recognized her from the strip club or her cam girl job and while waitressing helped her from living off the streets, she was still disappointed in herself. With nights off from work, Amelia went out for drinks, dancing and went home with a lot of men. Some of the nights out turned into dates and while the men were fun to have sex with and be around, all she wanted was the attention they gave her and didn’t think about what the real thing could be like. Love. Love was something she never really thought about until she met a man who seemed to really care for her. The sex was great, they laughed and had fun on dates and he made her feel special. After a few months of being together, he told her that he was falling in love with her and while most women would react happily, she was scared and she ran. She didn’t know what love was and she was scared to truly let someone in, to let someone know everything about her.

Amelia packed up her things and got back on the road traveling around different states, to find new adventures. Not having any solid destination, she drove and drove for miles on end, stopping in as many states as she could and meeting new people along the way. It took her a few years to settle down in one place until one day, she found herself in a little city located on the Rocky Mountain range, Bradford Springs, Colorado. Amelia found it quaint and welcoming so she decided to get a small apartment downtown and get a bartending job at the local nightclub, Decades. She has been living in the city for two years now and doesn’t plan on leaving anytime soon. She often thinks about what it would be like to dance again, having that passion to compete or even teach, but the pain that came from the sport was unbearable and how it lead to her darkness. She is now slowly trying to find who she is and who she wants to be.

#bsco.intro #tw alcoholism #tw drugs #tw death

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mrlaemmle · 2 months ago

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What is the worst job you have ever held and never told anyone about it?

Mopping up semen at a peep show.

I’m not being honest to the question. This wasn’t my job. But if there was ever a job I would have wanted but lied about having, this would have been it.

When I lived in Seattle, I had a buddy who would visit every summer. The first thing he always wanted to do was visit “The Lusty.”

He’d literally step off the plane and give me a call: “What’s up, mang. Just got off the plane. When we going to The Lusty?”

The Lusty Lady is/was famous (it has since closed down, regrettably I suppose). Right in the heart of downtown Seattle, it was known for its fair employment practices. The strippers were unionized and the wages were good (no working for tips, so no being leveraged into undignified transactions).

Every female journalism student in the world who wanted to write a book about stripping took a job there. They could be safe from the groping hands of creeps while contemplating the contradictions of modern feminism.

An old school peep show. It wasn’t like a strip club. You went into a private booth, pushed your quarters into a slot, and the slide would go up for a minute or two. Through plexiglass you’d see a large, pink velvet stage, with three or four young women stripping and prancing.

It was a real Pacific Northwest classic.

Every time my buddy and I went we saw some poor dude pushing around a mop bucket. It was always a young, good-looking guy. Not the same handsome young fellow, but a different one every time.

These young studs probably took the job so they could be around naked women all day. Fair play.

But the price they had to pay was going into the booths and mopping semen from the floor. Probably had to wipe out coin slots, and jizz on the walls too.

The managers were kind enough to provide a tissue box mounted to the wall, but I kind of doubt everyone ejaculated where it was most appropriate. And anyway, there were a lot of wet-looking, rumpled tissues on the floor.

Those floors were always sticky, very sticky. A lot of semen got dumped there, so why should it be otherwise?

I’m sure these young guys had great stories, and it was probably a pretty fun gig. But man, what a thing to have to do.

Can you imagine sitting around with your buddies, talking about your worst jobs, and you having to tell them about the gig you had mopping up semen from the floors, and wiping it off the walls?

I’m sure it’d be hilarious. But there would have to be a moment of stunned silence at the very least, don’t you think?

Best wishes,

Laemmle-Vision

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tasmpeter · 2 years ago

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.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ 🩸 ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ . night shift

one: back in hell

— summary: after pretending to be doctors and teachers for the last forty years, you had grown tired of playing nice. so, when you find yourself in evergreen, you decide to become a stripper. easier access to men, who threw themselves at you, whom you’d then drain of blood. being a vampire isn’t always glamorous. however, when your evil ex boyfriend is in town, murdering innocent women, you are forced to reunite with an old friend (and ex lover) to kill him. but, that cute little Vigilante is so hard to work with, when all you want to do is jump his bones.

— pairings: adrian chase x vampire/stripper!reader , emilia harcourt x vampire/stripper!reader

— warnings: sexual themes (lap dances, stripping, mentions of sex, making out, implied sex, public making out), murder and violence, swearing, implied abusive relationship with original male character. 18+ minors dni

— authors note: lol what’s with me and love triangles, i can’t help it. i still haven’t figured out who the reader will end up with at the end because i love adrian so much, i can’t help but want him at all times lol. so let me know who you suggest reader should end up with! but i’m finally publishing this work in progress i’ve had forever!! i’m so excited. also, female pronouns are used for the reader. reader also has a stripper name/stage name of Roxy and wears a pink wig while stripping. if any of these descriptions are not what you are looking for in a fic, i suggest you don’t read!

masterlist 🩸 night shift masterlist

In the sixty seven years you have been alive, you have been many different people. (Dr. Julie Dano, Professor Kathleen Cooper, Ms. Pamela Brown.) However, you have never moonlighted as a stripper. Being a vampire wasn't easy. You required a lot of blood — constantly — and easy access to men's necks was required in any position you decided on. Being a doctor was the easiest position. Being a stripper was something that never really crossed your mind the last forty five years of being a vampire. You chose safe, respectable, positions and didn't really draw any attention to yourself. You've grown tired over the last forty five years of playing nice.

Evergreen wasn't a place you decided you would call home. You stuck to big cities — Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, Miami — and never stayed for more than ten years at a time. You had been on your way out of Seattle, headed to Portland, when you stopped to get gas in a ghost town. A town that you don't think much of. When you were filling your 1955 Ford Thunderbolt — it was your fathers and occasionally you were grateful you were born in 1957 — when you spotted the flashing neon light across the street. You couldn't help but smirk as you saw the name of the club, The Landing Strip. It has been forty five years since you had real fun, and decided to walk inside.

The club was what you expected from a small town strip club. Velvet carpets, purple neon lighting, a few seats scattered around the pole in the center, and a dimly lit bar. You asked the guy at the bar if they were hiring. (You were grateful you were wearing a low cut tank top and your good push up bra). They hired you almost instantly. (Guess they don't get that many new hires).

You found a cute little two bedroom house on the outskirts of Evergreen, close to the club and the truck stop. When signing the closing papers — you paid cash and the buyer wasn't going to turn down that —, you needed to chose a new identity to go by in the town. (You couldn't be traced, you learned that a while ago. Never give you your real name, and never ever use a credit card). Roxy was slutty enough for the strip club, but tame enough to sign on closing papers.

Staying in Evergreen wasn't what you had planned, but the club paid you handsomely and you were often left alone after that. (The men at the club paid you handsomely. Mainly for you to not gossip to the town that you just gave a lap dance to a married man). They usually never lived long enough to have their reputations ruined.

You weren't sloppy with your eating habits. You chose your targets carefully and with purpose. Married men only on Wednesdays. You only killed men. (Go ahead, say that you are a female justice warrior or whatever. You just had a deep hatred for men as a whole). Sure, maybe you got sloppy on the occasional bad day or shitty customer, but you weren't perfect. (You escaped law enforcement once, and you can do it again).

In any other senario, Adrian Chase would be way too uncomfortable to be in a strip club. It was never his vibe. He never knew where to look or where to keep his hands. (Adrian had only ever been into a strip club once. He declared never again after that). Luckily for Adrian, he was here on Official Vigilante Business. He had been noticing the bodies drained of blood appearing all over town. They usually had a slit throat or a gunshot wound to the head.

When he had been showing the task force photos of the murders, Harcourt immediately perked up. Many years ago and early on into her career, Emilia Harcourt was assigned to a task force designated to capturing The Vampiress. Bodies drained of blood, with slit throats and puncture wounds to the hands, scattered across the United States. Vigilante and Emilia had put two and two together and figured out that the Vampiress must have made home in Evergreen. Emilia spotting your 1955 Ford Thunderbolt in the parking lot of The Landing Strip was just more confirmation on her hunch. Then, young girls started appearing around town, drained of blood. However, compared to the clean murder scenes the Vampiress leaves behind. These were brutal, and bloody, and personal. Emilia knew of your estranged ex husband, whom turned you into a vampire when you were nineteen. The young girls he murdered were reminiscent of you. So, instead of having you be arrested for your crimes, Emilia decided to have Vigilante and Peacemaker bring you to Emilia, in order for her to convince you to help.

You had just finished a very successful set on stage, and were wondering the floor, looking for your meal for the night. Men were calling, whistling, and touching you to get your attention, but none of them looked tasty enough. Then, in your corner of your eye, you spot two men lounging in the corner of the club. One was wearing a red and white latex suit, which you could only assume was Peacemaker. The man next to him was concealed head to toe, a black mask with a red visor hiding his face. He had a lean body and wide shoulders. You wanted to pounce on him based on his body alone. However, you were more curious to what two superheroes/antiheroes were doing at your club. You hesitated, wondering if they found out you were a vampire and had come to kill you — if they could figure out how. Instead, you persisted, desperate for a taste of Vigilante.

"Hey, fellas. What do I owe the honor to for meeting two superheroes?" You asked, making sure to tower over Vigilante. He was slowly sinking deeper into the leather chair. His visor, however, never left your eyes. You wanted to peer into his soul, learn all of his deepest secrets as you drink his sweet blood.

Peacemaker spoke, noticing the staring contest between you and Vigilante, "Just wanted to have a fun night. Saving the city is so hard, you know?"

You giggled, even though you thought he was meathead. A girl has to make a living somehow, "Well, since you boys do so much of your city, I would be willing to forego my usual private dance fee. A way to give back to my community, you know?"

Your eyes were still locked with Vigilante, who had yet to say a word through his black mask. You bent over, giving Vigilante a better view of your cleavage. You ran a manicured finger down the grooves of his suit, teasing him.

"You want a dance, pretty boy?" You asked softly, just enough for Vigilante to hear over the bass thumping throughout the club.

Vigilante nodded vigorously and you giggled at his eagerness. You stood back up and extended your perfectly manicured hand to guide Vigilante to the back. He quickly accepted and stood up. You nodded for Peacemaker to follow you two into the private room. The boys followed you into the back, past drunk men and your giggling coworkers, and entered one of the private rooms.

The two boys sat down in the leather seats that surrounded the room. You slowly made your way over to Vigilante and straddled him.

"You know, I normally don't let my clients touch me, but because you do so much for the community, I'm willing to forgo that rule, pretty boy," You whispered into what you could only assume is his ear. Vigilante eagerly grabbed your hips as you gyrated on his lap to the beat of the music.

"So, when did you get into town? I haven't seen you around before," Peacemaker spoke up a few seats away from you.

You grinded yourself on Vigilante's lap again, "A few weeks ago. I was on my way to Portland, but I stopped here for gas, and I found the cutest house. So, I decided to stay."

You leaned down to whisper into Vigilante's ear again, "You know, pretty boy. I could always give you the address to my house, if you wanted to come over tonight."

Vigilante's head whipped to look at you, as you dragged an acrylic nail down the edges of his mask, "Y-You want me to come home with you?"

You giggled, "Yeah, pretty boy. To give back to the community, you know?"

Vigilante nodded and Peacemaker rolled his eyes, "Do I not get a dance?"

"Sorry, not my type. I'll have to charge you," You said, as Vigilantes hand went to grope your breast.

"Well, fuck this then," Peacemaker said, before drawing his gun and pointing it at you.

Your eyes widened and quickly hopped off of Vigilante, running towards the door. Before you were able to make it to the door, Vigilante tripped you, causing you to fall flat onto your face. You groaned and rolled onto your jack, clutching your head, as you watched the two men tower over your body.

"P-Please don't hurt me! I'm just trying to make a living! I-I'm sorry that I wanted to fuck your friend and not you! You can join! If-If you don't kill me," You begged, trying to maintain your façade as Roxy The Stripper.

"Bullshit. We know you are a vampire, and we know that you have been killing men around town," Peacemaker stated. The barrel of his gun still locked on to you.

"Yeah, Roxy! If that is even your real name!" Vigilante exclaimed, his gun also drawn, pointing at your leg — at least he was being polite about it.

"Dude! It's not, it-it's like her stripper name," Peacemaker said exhaustively, turning his head away from you to look at Vigilante. You took this opportunity to kick Peacemaker in the shin with your stiletto heel, before trying to stand up to run to the door.

Peacemaker cried out at the stab to his shin, screaming some expletives and calling for Vigilante to grab you. You were almost about to open the door, before Vigilante ran up behind you and clutched your throat with his gloved hands.

"Didn't know you were into the kinky stuff, Vig. I bet you are really kinky, huh?" You quipped, giving him a seductive smirk. Vigilante whispered an apology into your ear, which scared you. It was the last think you heard as a needle dug deep into your neck, sending you to sleep.

When you came to, there was a bag covering your head and you were bound to a chair. You suddenly started regretting your decision on giving Vigilante a free lap dance. The bag was torn off your head and you squinted your eyes to adjust to the sunlight. You were bound to an office chair, still wearing you outfit from the club. You looked at your surroundings, noticing Peacemaker and Vigilante hovering over you, until you locked eyes with Emilia Harcourt. You had a long and complicated history with Emilia Harcourt. One that ended with you almost being arrested.

"Hey, Emmy. You know, if you missed me, you could have just called," You chirped out, giving her a toothy smile.

Emilia rolled her eyes, "You keep changing your phone number, babe. Can never keep track."

Peacemaker and Vigilante shared equal looks of shock and confusion. (Vigilante was very good at expressing his emotions through the mask. God, you wanted to fucking pounce on him).

"Babe?"

"Emmy?"

You spun yourself in the office chair, "Do you want to tell them, or should I?"

Emilia gripped the back of the office chair to keep you from spinning, "Whatever you tell them is going to be wrong."

You pouted your lips, "I can't believe you think so little of our love affair."

Emilia turned her attention back to the men, "Well, I told you I was assigned to a task force that was dedicated to capturing The Vampiress. I, may have gotten a little too close to target."

"Emmy, you fucked me and told me to run because I was about to get captured. I think that's more than a little too close."

You made eyes with Vigilante, who still seemed to be in shock from the revelation, "It's okay, pretty boy. No hard feelings for kidnapping me. I'll still take you home after this if you want."

Emilia and Chris shouted, "No!"

"You are a vampire! You are probably going to kill him," Chris shouted at you.

You pouted, "I wasn't going to kill him! Suck his blood, maybe. But only if he was into it!"

"Whatever! That's — whatever!" Emilia shouted out, running a hand through her short blonde hair in frustration

You smirked, "You jealous, baby?"

Emilia scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Trust me, babe. If I didn't need you right now, I would have let Vigilante kill you tonight."

You frowned and turned your head to Vigilante, "You were going to kill me? I thought we had something special going, pretty boy?"

Vigilante remained calm and his voice seemed deeper than when you spoke to him inside the club, "You were also going to kill me."

You shrugged your shoulders the best you could while strapped down to the chair, "To each their own, I guess. Now, can someone please explain why I'm here if I'm not going to jail?"

"Your husband is in town, it appears," Emilia said coldly.

You shuddered, "Do not call him my husband. Technically, I'm a widow."

"Well, technically he is too. But, that's besides the point. We need your help to track him down and stop him for killing any more girls."

Your eyes widened and whispered. You weren't one to be timid, unless it involves him, "They all look like me, don't they?"

Emilia nodded and gave you a sympathetic smile, "Yeah. I'm sorry, babe. I-I wouldn't ask you to do this if I had any other options."

You gave her a genuine smile, "Thanks, Emmy. Now, can you please untie me. My arms hurt."

Emilia reluctantly untied your binds and you stood up from your spot in the office chair. Vigilante, Emilia, and Christopher were ogling at you as you stretched your arms behind your head, giving them a great view of your outfit. You were still wearing your clothes from the club, a bejeweled bra and a purple thong. You rolled your eyes at the three clearly staring at your exposed frame.

"Did anyone bother getting my stuff out of my locker?" You asked, placing a hand on your hip and slowly peeling off the bright pink wig that you wore when you worked at the club.

The boys stared at you lost again, watching as your real hair cascades out of the wig. How you shook your hair loose, giving them a perfect view of your neck. Emilia sharply smacked the both of them in the head. Peacemaker groaned and began putting up an argument with Emilia. You decided to ignore them and focus your attention back on Vigilante, who was awkwardly standing in front of you, not knowing where to look.

You placed your hand on his chest and grinned at him, “My place?”

Vigilante nodded eagerly again, and you couldn’t wait to attach yourself to him. You never wanted to let him go, “Just to make sure you get home safely, you know. Since I’m a hero, and all.”

You gave him a seductive smirk and laced your hands with his gloved ones, dragging him out the door. You winked at Emilia and Chris before running out the door with Vigilante.

Vigilante scooped you up into his arms. In response, you wrapped yourself around him and quickly made work to expose his bare neck. He seemed to stop for a second, maybe hesitant on if you were going to drink his blood. But relaxed and carried on to the car as you began to suck hickeys into his neck.

He leaned you over the hood of his car and quickly pulled his mask up over his lips, allowing you to attack them with your own. You two were sloppily making out on the hood of his car, in front of Emilia and Peacemaker, who stood in the doorway, watching with awe as you two aggressively made out.

“So, you and the vampire, huh?” Chris chirped up, whispering in Emilia’s ear and he watched Vigilante press kiss his way down your chest.

“Shut it, Smith. Do not tell anyone else about this? Got it?” Emilia grumbled out, turning away to walk back into the office before Vigilante could tear your bra off.

Chris laughed and watched as Vigilante sucked on your breast, “Be here by nine tomorrow! Debriefing!”

Vigilante gave him a thumbs up, not even detaching himself from you, before picking you back up and throwing you into the passenger seat on his Vigilante-Mobile, and speeding off.

#adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #peacemaker #vigilante #adrian chase x female reader #freddie stroma #vigilante x reader #peacemaker hbo max #adrian chase x you #adrian chase x y/n #emilia harcourt #emilia harcourt x you #emilia harcourt x fem reader #emilia harcourt x reader

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ameliaxxwoods · 2 years ago

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Name: Amelia Woods Nicknames: Mel or Mia Age: 32 Birthday: June 13th Gender/Pronouns: Cis Female & She/Her Sexuality: Heterosexual Hometown: Seattle, Washington Occupation: Bartender at Restricted Access Neighbourhood: Downtown Positive traits: Outgoing, Loyal Negative traits: Manipulative, Jealous Face claim: Margot Robbie

BACKGROUND Amelia was born and raised in Seattle to two alcoholic parents who didn’t care much for her. They ignored her a lot until they realized how great of a dancer she was at the age of three and put her into classes. She started dancing at the age of 3 and when she turned 15 years old, her parents were already too fucked up from drinking and driving her home and they got into a car accident, killing both of them and putting Amelia immediately into foster care.

All throughout the years of dancing, she had competed in many dace competitions, ballet being her top category of dance, she collected a lot of trophies and winnings and was well known at her young age…once she moved to and from foster homes, her life turned for the worse. Now 16 years old, Amelia had just moved into a foster group home for girls in Portland, Oregon and the kids at the high school constantly teased her for being a dancer…she failed classes and eventually dropped out, turning to drugs as they kept her alive…there was no positive mindset, all she wanted to do was get high and win more dance/ballet competitions.

At 18 years old, she was kicked out of the dance academy for failing multiple drug tests and not wanting to go back to the group home for girls, she decided to be homeless and found a strip club to dance at…she was a very popular stripper, naming herself Diamond and many people loved her. She used her dance skills and flexibility to the test here and while she wasn’t the best in the beginning, she found herself easing more into the job as time went on. Amelia made money by stripping and becoming a cam girl. Many thought she was beautiful and sexy so it seemed like the right fit. While she was doing great with both jobs, she constantly felt ashamed of herself for doing all of it. She knew it was one of the only ways to make money to not live on the streets anymore, that was until she found a waitressing job at the local diner.

Amelia packed up her things and got back on the road traveling around different states, to find new adventures. Not having any solid destination, she drove and drove for miles on end, stopping in as many states as she could and meeting new people along the way. It took her a few years to settle down in one place until one day, she found herself in a little city located on the Rocky Mountain range, Bradford Springs, Colorado. Amelia found it quaint and welcoming so she decided to get a small apartment downtown and get a bartending job at Restricted Access Cabaret. She has been living in the city for a week now and doesn’t plan on leaving anytime soon. She often thinks about what it would be like to dance again, having that passion to compete or even teach, but the pain that came from the sport was unbearable and how it lead to her darkness. She is now slowly trying to find who she is and who she wants to be.

#about | amelia #biography #bsco.intro

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mytwilightimagines13 · 4 years ago

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Amnesia (Book Two)(Part Four)(Alec Volturi

Mission

“Well done, Maeryn.” Jane said. Maeryn turned away from the pile of ashes. A pile of ashes that had been a female vampire daring to try and court with Alec. Alec smiled proudly. “Yeah, she had quite a talent.” He said before gently pecking Maeryn’s lips. Maeryn, who had still be slightly angered by the scenario that had just unfolded in front of her, calmed down almost immediately. She smiled at Alec before turning to Jane. “Only because I have amazing tutors.” “And a temper.” Came the jokingly voice of Felix who, along with Demetri, had just walked around the corner where they found the three vampire’s and the pile of ash. “Is that Mariah?” Demetri asked, slightly amused. “Yeah.” Alec said, wrapping his arm around Maeryn’s waist and pulling her close to his side. “I am sure Master Aro won’t mind it that much, she was only a maid after all. However, we do need to tell him.” Jane said, still slightly excited by what had just happened, and made her way towards the throne room. Maeryn but her lip before nodding her head and soon followed after Jane with Alec’s arm still around her waist. Felix and Demetri followed close by, not wanting to miss their Masters reactions. Once they entered the throne room, another female maid had surpassed them into telling Master Aro. Maeryn recognised her as the best friend of Mariah, Jasmine. Aro let go of Jasmine’s hand. “Thank you child. Dear ones! It is good to see you. I believe we have something to discuss, isn’t that right Maeryn?” Aro asked Maeryn, smiling gently at her. “Yes master.” Was all Maeryn said before she offered her hand for Aro to take. Caius and Marcus where watching them, Marcus with his usual bored expression while Caius seemed quite interested to see what Maeryn might have done. Aro took Maeryn’s hand and concentrated. Maeryn was slightly nervous, seeing as she let her emotions fire up and let them lead her instead of her mind. Aro let go of her hand and stroked her cheek gently. “You have nothing to be sorry about, dear one. You won’t be punished. It was only a natural reaction, seeing as he is your mate and you are still a newborn.” He said before sitting back down on his throne. Jasmine was furious. “So she just gets away with that?” she asked angrily. Maeryn glared at the maid and Felix and Demetri already moved forward while Jane and Alec got ready to attack the maid and calm Maeryn down if needed. Aro moved his hands together in front of his chest. “She is a newborn and as you also should know, she right now is led by her emotions more than her mind.” Aro explained. Jasmine glared even fiercer at Maeryn and Jane was ready to cause this girl pain, but Alec held her back slightly signalling for his sister to wait. “She killed her! Without a real reason!” Jasmine shouted. Maeryn hissed. “Want to lay next to her in your own pile of ash?” she hissed calmly. Threatening Maeryn, fine. Threatening her masters and you where practically done for. Jasmine shut her mouth quickly. Caius smirked at the way the newborn was already behaving and Aro sighed sadly. “Demetri, Felix, please escort our dear Jasmine to the dungeons until she has calmed down and realise how to act in front of her superiors.” Aro said. Jasmine’s expression turned from angry to horrified. “And please, hurry back up. I have a new mission for the five of you.” Aro said. Demetri and Felix bowed their heads before dragging a struggling and hissing Jasmine away. But Maeryn had barely noticed that. Aro had said he had a new mission for the five of them, meaning Maeryn was finally going on a mission! Felix and Demetri shortly returned and the five vampires stood in front of their masters. “Dear ones, it has come to our attention that a newborn army has been created by a vampire named Victoria in Seattle, Washington and they cause quite a lot of trouble for our kind. Please go and take a look on what the problem might be. I trust you all to know how to handle this situation perfectly.” Aro said giving a knowingly look to the five vampire’s in front of him. “Yes master.” The five vampire’s said and

they all bowed before leaving the throne room and made their way towards the small airport that held their private jets. The flight had been quite boring. All the five vampires did was read, or in Demetri and Felix’s case, playing a card game. Once they had landed in Seattle, the five vampires went out to hunt, making sure to keep a good eye on Maeryn. Maeryn could control herself a lot better already, she could even participate in the feeding in the throne room and she could wait for her masters to take their first pick, that all was no problem to her anymore. No. Her problem was the minute blood hit her tongue. When that would happen, Maeryn would get in some sort of Frenzy and keep on killing until no blood is near her. Most of the Volturi let her have more than they do, knowing how hard the first year of being a vampire is. Maeryn drained a few strippers on their smoke break, not really enjoying the bitter taste of the nicotine on their blood, but it was sweet enough to satisfy her and her burning throat. Alec watched her from a short distance and saw Maeryn becoming herself again. He slowly walked to her, not daring to scare her. Maeryn watched him and didn’t move until her gently wiped away some blood from her mouth and licking it off. Maeryn bit her lip before pulling him close and kissing him, tasting the blood from the man he had just drained still in his mouth, making her moan softly. Alec smirked and pushed her against a wall, tasting the blood from the strippers on her lips and sucking it off gently. “Ahem.” Came the amused voice of Jane. Maeryn pulled away, slightly ashamed but Alec growled in frustration. “We have a mission to fulfil, dear brother and sister.” Jane said. “My apologies Jane.” Alec said before pulling away, taking Maeryn’s hand into his. Demetri and Felix chuckled amused. Jane turned around and looked at Demetri. Demetri nodded his head and turned into a tracker. Demetri caught Victoria's scent outside the city and in the forest without trouble and then loped after it quickly while Felix, Jane. Alec and Maeryn trailed closely behind him. The five vampire’s continued their journey through the forest, their dark cloaks waving behind them kept on running, with Demetri running in front of the others, leading them to their destination. The five vampires only had to run for about 25 minutes or so before Demetri slow down. They must have been getting close. Less than half a mile away was a large gap in the trees, an open field that covered several acres. Near the centre of the space, closer to the trees on its east side, was what looked like an oversized gingerbread house. Painted bright pink, green, and white, it was elaborate to the point of ridiculousness, with fancy trim and finials on every conceivable edge. Maeryn laughed softly, her laugh sounded like chimes in the wind. Alec loved her laugh and looked at his mate, smiling gently. “What is funny, amore mio?” he asked. “The ridiculous look of this house. Quite an ironic place for a vampire to reside in.” Maeryn explained. Jane smiled slightly, not really wanting to give up her serious state she always seemed to get into once on a mission. No vampire was seen, but a strange noise could be heard from inside the ridiculous looking house. Strange little brushing, ticking sounds. At first Maeryn didn't recognize what the sound was that she was hearing, but then Alec twitched another little smile, leaning in gently and placing a soft kiss on Maeryn’s lips, making an almost similar sound that could be heard from inside the small house. Kissing didn't sound the same with vampires as it did with humans. No soft, fleshy, liquid-filed cells to squish against each other. Just stone lips, no give. It was so far from what Maeryn expected to find here. Maeryn had expected Victoria to be surrounded by her newborn army, to protect her. But no newborn was insight. The five vampires, almost seemed like shadows in their cloaks only being brightened by the moonlight crossing the open field to the house. They had entered the clearing from the west. The five

vampires skimmed across the long grass in absolute silence and pure grace. The had changed their positions. Jane had taken Demetri’s place in front of the other vampires and they made a perfect diamond formation that never was the slightest bit out of line no matter how the terrain changed under their feet. They moved directly toward the house, and started silently up the steps toward the front door. Maeryn felt slightly nervous. After all, this was her first mission. Alec, who had been holding her hand this whole time, gently squeezed it. Maeryn squeezed his hand, reassuring him she was alright. The five vampires let themselves in silently, but the other two vampires in the house had heard them already and where crouched down, ready to attack whoever dared to disturb them. "Don't bother," Jane commanded lazily in a very clear, monotone voice. Maeryn had never heard Jane speaking like this and was quite surprised, but she never showed. However, she understood Jane’s tone. She was down to business, as these vampires could possibly destroy the Cullen clan and their precious little Bella. God, even thinking about her made Maeryn angry as this Bella dared to defy her mate’s and his sister’s powerful gifts. Maeryn hoped that with all the training she had done the past few weeks, she could break through Bella’s shield. "I think you know who we are, so you must know that there is no point in trying to surprise us. Or hide from us. Or fight us. Or run." Jane continued and Maeryn paid attention once more. Victoria and the other vampire still didn’t relax and remained in their ready-to-attack position. Felix let out a deep, masculine chuckle that echoed menacingly through the house. "Relax," instructed Jane. "We're not here to destroy you. Yet." There was a moment of silence, and then some barely audible movements. A shifting of positions as Victoria and the male vampire finally let go of their crouched position. "If you are not here to kill us, then... what?" Victoria asked, strained and shrill. Maeryn watched her family and their expressions. Jane and Alec seemed to enjoy the fear this female vampire had for them, and so did Felix and Demetri. They loved the impact they had on other vampires and Maeryn understood, as she felt the same. Powerful, feared. "We seek to know your intentions here. Specifically, if they involve... a certain local clan," Jane explained. "We wonder if they have anything to do with the mayhem you've created here. Illegally created." "Yes," Victoria hissed. "My plans are all about them. But we can't move yet. It's tricky." A petulant note crept into her voice at the end. "Trust me, we know the difficulties better than you. It is remarkable that you've managed to keep off the radar, so to speak, for this long. Tel me" - a hint of interest colored the monotone voice of Jane - "how are you doing it?" Victoria creator hesitated, and then spoke al in a rush. Almost as if there had been some silent intimidation. Maeryn looked at Felix and saw he was slightly cracking his knuckles, staring at Victoria, demanding answers. "I haven't made the decision," Victoria spit out. Then she added more slowly, unwillingly, "To attack. I've never decided to do anything with them." "Rough, but effective," Jane said. "Unfortunately, your period of deliberation has come to a close. You must decide - now - what you will do with your little army." Both Victoria's and the male vampire’s eyes widened at that word. Judging by the looks on their faces, it hadn’t been their plan to attack already, but it surely was necessary seeing the damage the newborns had already caused. "Otherwise, it will be our duty to punish you as the law demands. This reprieve, however short, troubles me. It is not our way. I suggest you give us what assurances you can... quickly." Jane continued. Maeryn was quite intrigued by the way Jane acted. She was truly a leader and she knew how to bring fear into her enemies. "We'll go at once!" the male vampire volunteered anxiously, and there was a sharp hiss coming from Victoria. "We'll go as soon as

possible," Victoria amended furiously. "There is much to do. I assume you wish us to succeed? Then I must have a little time to get them trained - instructed - fed!" Maeryn glared at Victoria, feeling her hands itch to use her gift on this vampire who dared to be rude to them, to the Volturi, but Alec, feeling her emotions getting up due to her still being a newborn, grabbed her hand once more and squeezed it to calm her down and without any of the other vampires noticing, seeing as they all had been too preoccupied by the scene that was slowly evolving in the small, ridiculous looking gingerbread house. There was a short pause while Jane looked outside the small window, looking directly at the moon before turning her head back, looking at the two vampires in front of her with her piercing, crimson eyes. "Five days. We will come for you then. And there is no rock you can hide under or speed at which you can flee that will save you. If you have not made your attack by the time we come, you will burn." Jane said. This was said with no menace other than an absolute certainty. "And if I have made my attack?" Victoria asked, clearly shaken by Jane’s verdict. "We'll see," Jane answered in a brighter tone than she'd used yet. "I suppose that all depends on how successful you are. Work hard to please us." The last command was given in a flat, hard pitch that made Maeryn feel a strange chill in the centre of her body, but mostly excitement. She felt excited at the thought she may help kill these vampires who dare be disrespectful towards them. "Yes," Victoria snarled. "Yes," the male vampire said, his voice echoed in a whisper. Jane smiled satisfied and a second later the cloaked vampires were noiselessly exiting the house. Making their way to a fancy hotel where they would reside for the remaining days to spare until the big battle. Maeryn felt very excited and hoped the newborn army would at least be able to end Edward and Bella. Maeryn and Alec walked towards their room, having had slightly enough excitement for today. Maeryn made her way towards the bathroom and took a long shower, setting the temperature quite low. Maybe too low for a humans liking, but for Maeryn and her skin feeling as cold as a corpse, this temperature was just perfect. It warmed her cold body up slightly. After a while, Maeryn turned off the shower, dried herself off, pulled on a simple and comfortable yet style full dress, brushed her hair and entered the bedroom finding Alec reading a book. He had removed his cloak and shoes and had changed into more comfortable clothing: a black t-shirt, showing his muscular arms and a simple pair of dark blue jeans. Alec looked up from his book and smiled at his mate. “You look beautiful, amore mio.” Maeryn smiled and walked to his side of the bed before leaning down and gently kissing his lips. Alec smiled and placed his hand on the back of her neck, gently keeping her face in place while kissing her lovingly. The kiss didn’t last very long and soon Maeryn was lying next to him, reading a book while her head rested on his chest and his arm was gently wrapped around her shoulders. And so, the couple read the whole night. Just enjoying each other’s company.

#alec volturi #volturi #volturi imagine #vampire #twilight imagine #twilight

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oliviaxcameron · 3 years ago

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── There’s a new day dawning in the perilous streets of New York City. Here you’ll find (Olivia Cameron) who is said to resemble (Margot Robbie), but is a (33) year old (Associate & Dance Instructor of Studio 24) swearing undying fealty to the (Mikhailov Family). Upon meeting them, they are (outgoing) and (determined). Do not be deceived, they are also (hot-headed) and (impulsive). After all, you cannot spell family without lies.

BASICS

Name: Olivia May Cameron

Face Claim: Margot Robbie

Age: 33

Birthdate: August 1, 1988

Star Sign: Leo

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She, Her

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Mafia Position/Job: Associate & Dance Instructor of Studio 24

Birthplace: Seattle, Washington

Theme Song: SAYGRACE - You Don’t Own Me ft. G-Eazy

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 5′6″

BIO

Olivia was born and raised in Seattle, Washington to two alcoholic parents who didn’t care much for her. They ignored her a lot until they realized how great of a dancer she was at the age of three and put her into classes. She started dancing at the age of 3 and when she turned 15 years old, her parents were already too fucked up from drinking and driving her home and they got into a car accident, killing both of them and putting Olivia immediately into foster care. All throughout the years of dancing, she had competed in many dance competitions, ballet being her top category of dance, she collected a lot of trophies and winnings and was well known at her young age…once she moved to and from foster homes, her life turned for the worse.

Now 16 years old, Olivia had just moved into a foster group home for girls in Portland, Oregon and the kids at the high school constantly teased her for being a dancer…she failed classes and eventually dropped out, turning to drugs as they kept her alive…there was no positive mindset, all she wanted to do was get high and win more dance/ballet competitions. At 18 years old, she was kicked out of the dance academy for failing multiple drug tests and not wanting to go back to the group home for girls, she decided to be homeless and found a strip club to dance at…she was a very popular stripper, naming herself Diamond and many people loved her. She used her dance skills and flexibility to the test here and while she wasn’t the best in the beginning, she found herself easing more into the job as time went on.

Olivia made money by stripping and becoming a cam girl. Many thought she was beautiful and sexy so it seemed like the right fit. While she was doing great with both jobs, she constantly felt ashamed of herself for doing all of it. She knew it was one of the only ways to make money to not live on the streets anymore, that was until she found a waitressing job at the local diner. She was thankful that no one recognized her from the strip club or her cam girl job and while waitressing helped her from living off the streets, she was still disappointed in herself.

One day at the diner, Olivia was carrying too much to try to impress her coworkers and boss when she spilled a drink all over the man who completely changed her life for the better. Elijah Kane. He was like a breath of fresh air, the person she never knew she needed in all her life. She tried to play hard to get but decided to give him a chance and that was the best decision she has made in her life at that point. For four years, the two dated and he helped her turn her life around by quitting her job at the strip club and being a cam girl, to continuing to work at the diner and for the first time in a long time, she felt happy and it was all because of Elijah. She was completely hooked.

It was an easy yes for Olivia when he asked her to be his wife and while she love getting married and getting to know herself better, she knew that this was too good to be true… With him working more and them sharing so much, Olivia found herself getting stressed out which caused them to fight almost daily. As much as she tried to keep her head up and to stay strong, the separation of their jobs and their relationship overall was destroying their marriage. One day after barely any sleep because of fighting with Elijah, Olivia found herself (again) wanting to make things right because she loved him. She bought him a coffee and when she arrived at his work with a smile of hope, she found him kissing another woman and that kiss is what made her pack her things and leave him. Let’s say that it didn’t take long for divorce papers to be placed on his desk.

Olivia struggled like no other after this divorce because not only did she leave the man that changed her life for the better, but she left the man that made her feel complete. It took over two years to get over Jonas and to get herself back out by therapy, but a part of her still felt broken. Nothing was going to damage her more. Instead of drowning herself in alcohol and drugs, with the money she had, she up and left Portland to travel around different states, to find new adventures. Not having any solid destination, she drove and drove for miles on end, stopping in as many states as she could and meeting new people along the way.

Olivia ended up in the big, exhilarating city of New York and she couldn’t be happier to start her new chapter there. After a year of living in the city and trying to find jobs that would fit right, she found herself walking into the dance studio, Studio 24 and she felt right at home. For years she was scared to dance again as it reminded her of her parents, but now she wanted to change other kids lives; she wanted to make a difference.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Ex-husband

Best Friend

Hookups/FWB

Friends and co-workers

OOC INFORMATION

Played by Megan

#fivefamiliesnyc;intro #tw: alcoholism #tw: drugs #tw: death

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francescawalker · 4 years ago

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╰ ❛ 💉 — › shelley hennig. female. she/her/hers. . ╯ have you met francesca walker yet ? this thirty one year old scorpio has been living in the seattle area for a month or two. she makes a living as a gift shop worker by day, exotic dancer by night, which is best suited for their dedicated, organised, moody, and overcritical personality. imagine by john lennon is one of their favorite songs, and they're written by charlotte, 29, gmt, she/her

death tw below.

Francesca and her siblings were army brats and often moved around due to their father’s job. Francesca hated this, she always just wanted to be in one place and stay there. They were never in a place long enough for her to form solid friendships and for this she resented her dad.

Francesca was four when her mom died and she barely remembers anything about the time. Some would say that it was a good thing but she would give anything to be able to remember her mom’s face without having to look at pictures, what perfume she smelled like, how her laugh sounded, but she can’t remember any of that. Her sister Brooke took on the role of a motherly figure in her life and while she is grateful for everything that she did for her, she felt like Brooke was overbearing at times.

Francesca is your typical middle child, she is grumpy at all times and she is forgotten about. Justin is only a few years younger but being the only boy just added to the fact that he was the baby of the family and he was always treated at least a tiny bit better by their father, although she realises now that he was equally as shit with him too. At eighteen, Francesca had had enough and decided to move somewhere where she would stay, she moved to Pittsburgh and stayed there right up until a couple of months ago.

Francesca found deciding her career easy, anything that wasn’t in the medical field. She didn’t stay in college for very long, she dropped out after just a year of studying, she was taking English and just hated everything about it. She is now working in the gift shop of the hospital, she wants to form a closer relationship to her siblings. What her siblings don’t know is that Francesca is a stripper at a club in downtown Seattle, she is good too and gets a lot of tips when she works, this means that she is able to keep up a fairly lavish lifestyle and knows that sooner or later this will be what gives her away, either that or the fact that she is exhausted all day long after working late at the club.

#death tw #parent death tw #better one to come soon

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howaminotinthestrokesyet · 4 years ago

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When Hair Metal Was King: The Sunset Strip in the 1980’s

Guns N’ Roses was a Los Angeles band. They had all met during the 1980’s on the Sunset Strip. An important part of their story involves the Strip during that time. In order to understand the group as a band, I think it is relevant to take a look at the music scene in LA in the early to mid-1980’s. The Sunset Strip had long been a hotbed of rock music in the 1960’s and the 1970’s. In the late 1970’s, the music scene became grittier and dirtier as bands went from glam rock to punk rock. Yet, everything began to change into decadence with the arrival of Motley Crue in 1981.

A new genre of music, glam or hair metal, began to overtake the Strip fully embraced by Vince Neil, Nikki Sixx, and Tommy Lee of Motley Crue. As they began to make a name for themselves musically at clubs along the Strip, they moved into an apartment right by the Whiskey A Go-Go. They would hold after hours parties at their place that soon took on the stuff of legends. Vince Neil would later say, “We played the Whisky, half the crowd would come back to our house and drink and do blow, smack, Percodan, quaaludes, and whatever else we could get for free… There would be members of punk-scene remnants like 45 Grave and the Circle Jerks coming to our almost nightly parties while guys in metal newborns like Ratt and W.A.S.P. spilled out into the courtyard and the street. Girls would arrive in shifts. One would be climbing out the window while another was coming in the door.” He would go on to say in his autobiography, “We’d get drunk, do crazy amounts of cocaine and walk the circuit in stiletto heels, stumbling all over the place. The Sunset Strip was a cesspool of depravity.” The group would be discovered by a record company talent scout who saw the hundreds of kids wearing tight leather and big hair waiting in line to see them. Soon enough, more and more bands began to pop up including W.A.S.P. and LA Guns. A little later groups like Faster Pussycat Kill and Poison showed up on the scene. These bands begin to do more and more outrageous things in order to bring attention to their live show. For example, W.A.S.P. would throw raw meat into the crowd. Not to be outdone, Motley Crue would have Nikki Sixx pour gasoline on his leather pants, then at some point Vince Neil would set him on fire during the show.

One of the centers of the metal glam scene on the Strip was Tower Records. The store was for the most part completely employed by local musicians. Some would say that when you walked into the place; everybody that worked there looked like they were in Motley Crue. Axl Rose would become a manager at Tower, even hiring Slash to work there until he was fired. Columnist Alison Martino recalls, “Everybody from Elton John to David Bowie to Van Halen, they were all in Tower Records. I saw all of them there, buying their own records. I remember seeing Valerie Bertinelli with her mother at Tower Records the week that ‘Jump!’ came out. They used to have on the wall all the number one singles. I remember she went up to the cover of the ‘Jump!’ 45 and turned it around to see Eddie’s face and left it that way.”

Headbangers would line up all along the Strip at night, so much so that you could not even walk on the sidewalk. They would all be waiting to get into clubs like the Troubadour, Roxy, Gazzara’s, the Whiskey, and more. More than 75 bands would be competing for headlining slots at these clubs, which would eventually include Guns N’ Roses. For a while, this was merely a local music phenomenon until Quiet Riot released their album, Metal Health, eventually reaching number one on the charts. This event changed everything as record companies began to sign Los Angeles-based hair bands left and right from that moment on. Hair metal represented the most popular kind of music in the country. This led to people migrating from the northwest like Duff McKagan or from the Midwest like Izzy Stradlin and Axl Rose to become rich and famous chasing their rock and roll dreams. Another such band was Poison, who came all the way from Pennsylvania sensing that Los Angeles was the only place that they could make their name. As these bands fought for fans along the Strip, advertising on a flyer became ultra competitive. There would be flyers posted everywhere promoting in the most creative of ways usually emphasizing sex and drugs. Each morning, along with the plethora of booze bottles lining the streets, there could be found fliers everywhere making Sunset Boulevard look like New Orleans after Mardi Gras.

Another center for the hair band movement on the Strip was the Rainbow Bar and Grill. This place opened in 1972 to host rock and Hollywood royalty like John Lennon, Ringo Starr, John Belushi, and Elton John. Lemmy Klimster of Motörhead had become a mainstay at the corner of the bar for a very long time playing games on the video machine. Tommy Lee offered up this assessment of the Rainbow. “When the clubs began to close, we’d go to the Rainbow. The place was set up like a circle, with the coolest rockers and richest deviants sitting at the center tables. Guys had to be twenty-one to come into the club, but girls could be eighteen. The guys would sit at their regular spots and the girls would walk around the ring until they were called over to someone’s empty chair... Afterward, everyone would spill out into the parking lot: Randy Rhoads, Ozzy Osbourne’s guitarist, would be hanging upside down from a tree screaming while junkies tried to score dope and everyone else tried to scam on girls.” No matter where you went along the strip at that time, you were bound to see some sort of insanity going on. Stephen Pearcy, lead singer of Ratt recalls, “I saw so many people f*** on the lawns behind Gazzarri’s that I actually got bored of watching and started to throw empty beer cans at them.” For its part, the Rainbow usually only saw people having sex in the bathroom stalls, not its lawn, but on occasion the dumpster.

The strange but true thing about all of these bands trying to get discovered on the Strip was that they were seemingly connected in some way. The 6 degrees of separation of all these groups has been noted by writers looking back at that music scene. Slash almost ended up in the band Poison. Tracii Guns of LA Guns helped to form the Guns found in Guns N’ Roses. GNR had a bit of a feud with Motley Crue, who’s founder Nikki Sixx once played in a band with Tracii Guns. The feud would later escalate to national headlines as guitarist Izzy Stradlin began hitting on Vince Neil‘s wife at a party. Axl Rose then got involved, which saw Vince Neil state on MTV News that he wanted to challenge Rose to a fight anytime, anywhere. For this reason, you cannot compare Seattle’s music scene to the Strip because to this day a lot of those bands that are still connected absolutely hate each other. These musicians would actually be members of multiple bands at any one time. In a VH1 documentary, the drummer from Quiet Riot said that before they were signed to a record deal, he had been in at least five bands at one time. One of the reasons for this also emerged in the fact that playing these clubs did not make you any money. All of these groups that would become very famous and very rich in the next few years were also struggling to find enough to eat or a place to sleep. For their part, Guns N’ Roses lived in a tiny apartment infested with cockroaches and squalor. Journalists have referred to their existence before Appetite For Destruction as street urchins. Their only saving grace was the financial assistance of waitresses and strippers, who served these bands as groupies. The females in Los Angeles at that time were completely enamored with any guy in a hair metal band. Half the time, they did not even care if you were any good or not.

With the arrival of Axl Rose on the music scene, one thing stood out at that time. Word began to spread that there was this singer, who gave off this incredibly intense and mesmerizing energy every time that he performed. The other guys in GNR always had to audition for any group, but Rose was wanted by every band on the scene that did not have a singer. Everyone wanted him to front their band. The second that this happened probably was the beginning of the end as far as Axl acting in any way humble towards his other bandmates. The question now becomes as to how the particular members of Guns N’ Roses actually came together. One answer to that was that Rose truly wanted to be in a band with Izzy Stradlin. They had been in one together with Hollywood Rose, but at the time of GNR’s formation, they were still trying for their own band. As for the other members, it represented a situation of the right place at the right time. Slash could have been in Poison by that time, but he still remained a free agent. Tracii Guns could have decided that he wanted to remain in that group with Axl Rose, but he did not. One important thing to remember is that unlike other groups, the guys in Guns N’ Roses really did not know each other too well when they got together. Axl and Izzy had been friends, while Slash, Steven Adler, and Duff knew each other quite well.

As for the scene itself, by the time of the release of Appetite For Destruction hair metal was slowly beginning to wear out its welcome. The death knell would not occur until the arrival of grunge in 1991. Yet, GNR did contribute just a little bit to this backlash as they represented something that was very anti-hair metal. They went out of their way to make sure the media portrayed them as a rock band like the Rolling Stones and Aerosmith, instead of any kind of hair metal band. Their behavior and actions followed up on this. Bands of that time like Poison and Motley Crue had gotten more and more outrageous and ridiculous in their blatant attempts to gain the attention of this new MTV generation. GNR changed things a little bit because everything that they did from drugs to sex to fights to snarky interviews was meant to be 100% real. For a time, the band had teased their hair and put on glam makeup, but they quickly stopped doing that for a new image. They made an overt attempt to scare the crap out of people showing fans and writers alike that they did not give a shit about anything or anyone, except themselves. This is not to say that each member was completely selfish, but instead that the only thing that mattered in their lives was the band. By the early 1990’s, this camaraderie between band members was slowly withering away as Rose began to exert more and more control over the group. The arrival of Nirvana and the bands from Seattle signaled the end of this music scene being the epicenter of popular rock in the United States. The death of River Phoenix in 1993 at the Viper Room foreshadowed the end of the strip as party central. Soon enough, more and more hotels began to pop up as that part of Los Angeles soon embraced tourists, rather than local musicians.

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cherrykissces · 5 years ago

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☕ . ˚ ◝ ( park sooyoung. cis female. she/her. ) eliana choi is a twenty five year old pisces. the barista’s go-to order is blueberry scone and white chocolate mocha. they like to listen to vintage by niki while they wait for their order. the employees of the deja brew think they are gullible but swear they’re totally hard-working as well. maybe that’s why bags under eyes from staying up too late, the excitement of seeing 6 zeros in a check, and styling thrift shop clothing remind me of them.

statistics . connections . pinterest .

` ♡ ° ( tier level one ! ) &. basic statistics .

name. eliana “ellie” choi.

birth date. february 21, 1996.

species. human.

hometown. seattle, washington.

gender. cis gender female.

pronouns. she/her.

sexuality. bisexual , leans towards females.

living conditions. studio apartment.

occupation. former stripper now barista at the deja brew .

` ♡ ° ( tier level two ! ) &. dossier .

ellie was born into a very moderately wealthy family consisting of just her , her mother and her younger sister . her grandfather , dohwan , was one of little amount of people within their bloodline that was incredibly rich . he invested in stocks and always played his cards right to make a quick buck . the ladies lived with the elderly man as they were going to be looking over him once he started to become weak . her mother couldn’t really care much for him but was all for the cash she was bound to get once he kicked the bucket . her sister wasn’t the same but the younger did enjoy spending money like it was nothing . ellie on the other hand was the complete opposite of them . she worked hard for her own money so she could get into med school . it was a lifetime dream of hers to become a doctor so she did what she had to do to get there ; stripping . it was honestly hell on earth for her but it was far better than pestering her grandfather for a few dollars . one night when she was sneaking back in from “work” dohwan saw her . they spent hours talking about herself and her future and how he wanted to see her succeed in a world so cold . the two were the closest , deeming him her best friend . his passing hit her hard . she couldn’t dance for days and she somehow found herself sleeping in his bedroom . when it was time to read the will , no one was expecting for the elder to leave all of his assets to ellie . he knew the girl was capable of doing what was right with it , thus making her the only suitable candidate . little did everyone know she was struggling with gambling for four months after getting lucky one time . ellie’s been managing it well but it was becoming suspicious how all the money she was saving up just went into thin air . but now she has everything she needed to make things work . she still works as the only time she’ll use the cash is when it’s extremely needed . honestly no one really knows that she’s wealthy unless she tells them because that’s how lowkey it’s kept .

` ♡ ° ( tier level three ! ) &. in depth .

aesthetics. neon pink and green lights illuminating over your naked figure . dollar bills being slipped into the waistband of your panties . heavy medical textbooks sitting on top of a old desk . bags under eyes from staying up too late, the excitement of seeing 6 zeros in a check, and styling thrift shop clothing . grinding on someone you’ve never met . going to work the next morning while still being hungover .

positive traits. confident , generous , hard - working .

negative traits. talkative , forgetful , stubborn .

zodiac. pisces sun , aries moon , leo rising .

` ♡ ° ( tier level four ! ) &. wanted plots .

someone who knew her from her stripping days .

the close friend who tried to get her to stop gambling .

the few people who know she has money . 3 / 3

an ex who was tired of her gambling problem .

the friend she got into a fight with after pawning something of theirs .

her younger sister !!!

the one night stand she confides in .

close friend who has been with her through everything .

` ♡ ° ( tier level five ! ) &. conclusion .

whEw . finally ! some good fucking food . my name’s day and you’ve just met my lowkey rich babie ellie . she’s a new muse and will be undergoing a lot of development but i hoped you enjoyed her nonetheless . if you wanna plot just lmk or like this post instead .

#hqbrew:intro #pls love her like i do :-(#i know everyone's dead rn #but i'm putting these out b4 i forget

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laneymeadows · 5 years ago

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Hey is that [SYDNEY SWEENEY]? No, that’s just [DELANEY ANGELICA MEADOWS]. They’re [TWENTY-THREE], and have spent [TWO WEEKS] in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of [LOYAL AND INTELLIGENT], but also [UNRELIABLE AND SELFISH]. Did you hear their vices are [PROMISCUITY AND COMMITMENT ISSUES]? Can’t wait to see [HER] at the next party!

( TW: MENTIONS OF ABUSE AND NEGLECT. )

full name: delaney angelica meadows

nickname: laney, lane, angel, angie, d.

age: twenty-three

date of birth: november 26th

place of birth: nowhere, ky

zodiac: saggitarius

gender: cis-female

nationality: american

sexual orientation: pansexual

romantic orientation: panromantic

relationship status: single

PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES.

height: 5′3′

weight: 119 pounds

hair color: blonde

eye color: blue

need glasses/contacts? yes

tattoos: sagittarius tattoo star constellation just above the bend of her elbow, lotus on the other with a free flying bird leaving a sitting flock from her left to right shoulder, leaving stardust in it’s wake

distinguishing marks: signs of healed scars across her upper thighs and a couple on her wrists.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION.

hometown: nowhere, ky

current residence: dayton, ca

past residences: las vegas, nevada. eugene & portland, oregon. seattle, washington.

living arrangement: apartment

spoken languages: english

financial status: enough to get by but still getting settled

education level: finished high school at 17.

occupation: stripper at plan b

FAMILIAL INFORMATION.

father: wade meadows. 58. doesn’t remember much but the abandonment has weighed on her.

mother: farrah meadows. 56. hates her and hates even more that she’s become a carbon copy.

siblings: jamie & ryleigh meadows (twins, 21) aiden o’connor (brother, 31)

children: none

other: n/a

pets? dog named tank

PERSONALITY.

positive traits: adventurous, independent, loyal, easy going and charismatic.

negative traits: reckless, unreliable, selfish, detatched, aloof, irresponsible.

likes: sex, ecstasy, no strings attached, cocaine, tequila and taking her clothes off without a second thought, tik tok, money && freedom.

dislikes: relationships, being held down, being told what to do, people putting their hands on her unless she’s calling the shots and being responsible for someone else’s well being.

quirks: talks to herself when she’s trying to figure something out (she got it from her brother), pulls herself away the moment feelings get involved or she gets too comfortable, gets blacked out everynight and wakes up with someone she doesn’t know, not knowing where she is, loves being on her own and having her quiet space to herself.

moral alignment: lawful neutral/sometimes lawful evil.

If you were to ask Delaney Meadows what she wanted, she’d simply stare, a glint of hope in her eyes as a mess of a smile sputtered across her lips, a blunt between her fingertips and the once word that slip between them would be “free”. Ever since she was younger, she’d never quiet... fit. Maybe it was the fact that her father hadn’t been present, chalking it up to the typical daddy issues trope before letting the thought slip into obscurity until the next time someone asked what the fuck was her problem. Nowhere, Kentucky; the name alone weaved the truth of what her life’s course had taken her, constantly drifting through as the ones that were supposed to car most simply slipped between her fingertips. An afterthought, that was the cursed middle syndrome main essence had been, hadn’t it? Always left to be the one thought of last, or at least, that’s the way it’d felt. Mom and dad, well, they hadn’t hung around long. Dad took the first chance he’d had to run for the hills, and mom well -- the shit show that Laney had become herself was enough of a storybook.

It was never meant to turn out this way, her brother being her caretaker, a teacher taking the place of a father, and where was she? Floating. Doing what she could to bust her ass and take care of as much slack that was left behind as she could. She loved Aiden, really. He tried with her, but the more he reeled her in, the harder she fought against the line he’d cast out. So much potential, wasted. A smart girl, graduated at 17, one of the highest SAT and ACT scores in the country, acceptances to colleges with scholarships some would sell their newborns for and where would she take it? Anywhere but here. That life wasn’t for her, college and all this mundane bullshit. It was the last fight, that had been the main catalyst for her departure in the same cold manner as their parents, the one where she’d brought a boy home, nothing new, except this time, she’d gotten caught; that was the last time. If you’re so grown, get a job, get a hotel. The words played like a symphony on a never ending loop, so, that’s what she did -- except this time, she didn’t turn back.

Hours turned to days, days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months, and months turned to a year. All she had was a brain, her body, and a boy. One who’d taken every chance he could to remind her exactly what she’d been worth, the bruises on her body the proof of the so called love he’d shown her. But even through it all, she knew better. She’d suffered, yes. Experienced the anguish and the pain, but not out of love, out of convenience. Out of mere circumstance. A fast car, some cash -- it was your typical Bonnie and Clyde, except she wouldn’t let that tragedy unveil, so she did what she did best the moment she hit eighteen, she escaped his grasp and ran for the nearest club she could find. One where they’d welcomed her with opened arms and a plethora of suitors. It was perfect, really. But no matter how she’d tried to block that year from her memory database, the scars left their painful reminder, keeping her up at night and she swore -- if she stood in one place for too long, she could feel them flare in searing pain. So, she ran. Oregon was nice, peaceful and quiet -- what a fucking joke, then, Seattle. Better, but still, her heart yearned for California, whispers of a certain town that had a history of sin woven into it’s core called out to her. It was her mission, so she worked.

She should’ve been happy, a bird finally breaking free of it’s flock, flying in it’s own direction, but still, the thought of her mother and father plagued her memories, the blows itching at her until it had turned her numb and fuck, all she wanted to do was feel again. Feel pain, feel anger, feel hopelessness even, but it was all for not. The drugs, the alcohol rolled in, rolling through her body as they breathed life back into her once more. Then came along Dayton. She wasn’t proud of how she’d gotten there, proud of the things she’d done on the side of bearing her naked body in the small quarters of the VIP rooms, but -- fuck it, survival of the fittest. Plan B was her, well, Plan B and she’d tell you to call her Angel, though she knew it was the furthest from the truth, though still it wiped behind the past she still begrudgingly left behind with nothing more than a series of letters and ignored calls. And even now, to this day, if you asked her what she’d aspired to be in her life, with a mind so full of potential, she’d simply smile, though the glint of hope dying with each moment -- she’d still whisper to you... free.

#( // &. characterintro - delaneyangelmeadows. )

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acrobaticcatfeline · 5 years ago

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Man the gay's are so epic, like look at all they've been doing.

Did you know the labrys, a double edged hatchet or axe, is a symbol of strength and unity in the lesbian community? Legend has it that Demeter the goddess of earth had used one in religious ceremonies!!! Heckin cool!!!

Like, 1 million children are being raised in same sex households!!!! Isn't that awesome how far we've come???

Also also, did you know that gay people have a higher likelihood of being left handed??? Imagine how much hell they've had to go through in the whole of history and they're still kicking and I'm so proud???

St Paulinas of York, who was bisexual, invented the tradition of bells calling parishioners to church!!!

William Shakespeare wrote as you like it and twelfth night, both with crossdressing females, and it's thought that it was a direct response to the puritan campaign against the "gay" act of men crossdressing on stage. Go Billy shakes!!! Protest that like you do!!!

They as a singular pronoun was the most popular pronoun until the 1800s when we messed it all up.

Wendy Carlos, a trans woman, helped pioneer electronic music!!! You go girl kick butt!!!

"A young stripper named Shelly Bauman lost her leg in a freak confetti cannon accident. She sued and used the money from the settlement to open Seattle’s first gay bar, which she named ‘Shelly’s Leg’." That's awesome absolutely legendary.

"An official Star Trek novel was published with scenes depicting Kirk and Spock as lovers in 1985. While these parts were supposed to be edited out, the wrong version was printed. It then became a collector’s item." Yo that's heckin neat!!!!

Man! I feel like a woman was inspired by the singers visit to a drag bar???

Look at all this cool stuff!!! The LGBT community is like the last shred of hope in humanity I have left TBH

Here's a good the gay's rant @princelogical

#fe rambles #rant

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wrathfillcd-blog · 6 years ago

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⋆ ◦ ° ☾ emeraude toubia + cis female + she/her — have you seen sofia rosza around? this twenty nine year old known as the pastiche has been hanging out at prophecy ink tattoo & piercing a lot recently. they are a civilian that works as a tattoo artist, and they feel intrigued about the gangs. a bisexual aries, they are tenacious + independent, as well as impatient + detached. fresh tattoos, red lips, laced bralettes paired with a leather jacket.

tw: death, violence

BACKSTORY:

born on march 24 on a rainy night, in seattle, daughter of luiza and no father in sight, it seemed fitting that her mother’s screams matched the thunder outside.

from then on, sofia would learn day after day that their solitude wouldn’t change. it was just her and her mother, struggling to make ends meet by the end of each month despite the simple life they already led.

they lived in a small two bedroom apartment, one they could barely afford despite luiza picking up extra shifts at the bar ( as a bartender, which was precisely how she had met sofia’s father ) and pushing herself way too hard.

as such, as soon as she could, sofia started working to help out her mother. the woman was always against it, wanting her daughter to have even the semblance of a normal, happy childhood, one where she could play and run around with other kids her age, but were they really in a position to want that? sofia didn’t think so. from babysitting to walking the neighborhood dogs, she did it all.

their situation wasn’t quite as suffocating after that, but it still wasn’t enough. to make matters worse, her mother fell ill when sofia was 16. hospital bills started to pile up, and the woman’s condition seemed to only get worse instead of better. without her mother’s knowledge, sofia took on less... legal activities in order to gain more money.

it started off with small things, such as delivering suspicious packages to people she didn’t know, but sofia didn’t care. as long as she was making more money and ensuring her mother’s treatment, it was good for her. soon enough, she could be spotted working as a stripper from time to time, once or twice as an escort. she even took on underground fighting for a while, which proved to be a bigger success than she had ever hoped. no one expected the petite girl to be able to hold her own on the ring, let alone get a few punches in, but it sure as hell sold tickets.

she always wondered about who her father was, or what had happened between her parents, why the hell he wasn’t by her mother’s side. whenever she brought up the subject, luiza told her that he had left to protect them. sofia always believed that was what her mother told herself to deal with the heartbreak of his abandomnent, and she never bought it.

it wasn’t until one of her last conversations with her mother that luiza told her the truth about her father. sofia learned that he was a gang member, a special operative for the savages. she got a name and a city: valdez.

not long after that, her mother passed away. a 19 year old sofia then made her way to valdez, deciding to settle down on the violence-driven city in the hopes of finding her father. she did find him, but before she could do anything else, he ended up being killed during a job.

there was nothing in seattle for her, not anymore, but valdez had potential ─ good or bad, she didn’t dwell on it. it intrigued her. so, she stayed in town, got a job as a tatto artist and hasn’t left to this day.

APPEARANCE + PERSONALITY:

first things first, click here to see her pinterest board ( i have a pinterest addiction, nothing new here ).

the pastiche ― someone who is made by the experiences of their lives, coming from different parts that results to what they are now. ( credit )

could very well be the definition of the angry, fighty smol trope. sofia is 5′4 ( 164 cm ) but the heels she is always wearing could fool you into thinking she is at least six inches taller.

has long, black hair that goes down her waist.

she has no affiliation to either of the gangs, despite having been approached by both in the past. she’s testing the waters. as such, for the time being, she is neutral ─ as neutral as one can be, at least. will associate with both with no problems.

sofia loves her job, and prides herself in being damn good at it.

although she’s never officially met her father, she guesses that her personality comes from him more so than her mother. luiza couldn’t hurt a fly; she was a kind woman, too kind in sofia’s opinion. time and time again, she saw the world give her mother nothing but pain and suffering for it. it’s definitely hardened her up a bit.

too headstrong and stubborn for her own good.

when she sets her mind on something, nothing can get in the way. likewise, when she wants something, she stops at nothing to get it.

not about that forgive and forget kind of life. resent and remember is more her pace.

surprisingly loyal, but it’s hard to pinpoint where exactly her loyalty lies.

PLOTS:

click HERE for her connections page.

#outlaw.intro #˙ ˖ ・゜* ・ sofia › if i cannot bend heaven i will raise hell ╱ about.#this got ... long

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