#Wolfgang is very funny to me in this they tried so hard to plan this out and make sure it goes as well as possible

[magnolia-sunrise]

two years after their violent meeting, Wolfgang decides to seek out the man who saved their life - hopefully to make a better second impression 🚬 (shoutout to mintt and julien for proofreading and feedback!)

[benjisley]

(  wolfgang novogratz , cis man , he/him )  i think i just saw BENJAMIN ‘BENJI’ ISLEY down by the shore. i know the TWENTY TWO year old MECHANIC / MUSICIAN has been in oceanview point for TWENTY TWO YEARS , but they’re family nonetheless. i’ve noticed they’re pretty PROTECTIVE, but it’s rumored they’re a little IMPULSIVE. guess it makes sense after all they’re a ARIES. they always remind me of THIS YEAR - THE MOUNTAIN GOATS and WOVEN BRACELETS, GREASE STAINED JEANS, AND IMPROMPTU LATE NIGHT DRIVES. ( kenna , 21 , cst , she/her. )

hiii !!! im kenna and i’m super excited to be here!! bear with me if this intro is a little messy.... i’ve had this character in the works for a while but i’ve never actually played him before!! on that note, here’s his pinterest board if you’re interested in things like that haha.

( tws: car accident, death of a parent, drunk driving)

basics

full name: benjamin gray isley

nicknames: benji, ben, benny, anything u wanna call him honestly

age: twenty two

date of birth: april 16th, 1998

height: 6′3″

gender: cis man

sexuality: bisexual

mother: delilah isley née cooper (41)

father: levi isley, deceased

siblings: madeleine isley (11), oliver isley (14), theodora isley (18)

background

benji’s parents were fresh out of high school when he was born, the pregnancy came as a shock to everyone but his parents handled it surprisingly well. while delilah studied for her nursing degree, levi got a job at her father’s auto repair shop. within a year, the family of three were living on their own (with a lot of support from their families, of course). and next thing they knew, the family of three had turned into a family of six. and while trying to keep up with the schedules of four different kids proved to be difficult at times, they wouldn’t have it any other way.

it was no secret to anyone that benji idolized his father - he was the one who introduced him to his love for music, who taught him how to play guitar, who encouraged him when he expressed an interest in music as a career. he could spend hours talking to his father about anything. so, when his father was killed by a drunk driver when he was seventeen, it hit him pretty hard. he managed to hold it together for a few hours after he found out but that night, after everyone else in the house had gone to sleep, he took off in his car. he just felt an overwhelming need to get away, from that house, from that town, from everything. he didn’t say a word to his mother before he left and didn’t answer any of her countless calls or texts during the time he was away. the error in this decision didn’t quite hit him until he returned home the next afternoon to his mother hugging him in tears (leading him to break down in tears himself, apologizing profusely). it’s not a memory he enjoys looking back on, it just reminds him of how much of a selfish asshole he was then.

benji had big plans for himself his senior year. he was going to move out to los angeles, start a band, and make it big! he was going to be a rockstar! he would show everyone that he could make it, he would make his parents proud someday. these dreams were quickly discarded after his father’s death, once he realized that his mother was suddenly left alone with three minors to care for. she never asked him to stay and in fact, tried to convince him not to when he told her his intentions to do so. nothing she said convinced him and so... he stayed. he got certified as a mechanic after graduation and went to work at his grandpa’s auto repair shop (the same one his father worked at before his death).

he still has a passion for music and an interest in maybe someday turning it into an actual career - he knows it’s a bit of a longshot though. he’s happy enough just playing for his friends and family now. is sort of thinking of starting a band here in oceanview but is not entirely sure yet....

headcanons

has a box full of woven friendship bracelets that his little sister has made for him over the years... is always wearing at least one. thinks they’re pretty cool. likes to give them out to his friends too and he will judge them if they don’t wear it. like, you think you’re too cool for a friendship bracelet? no you’re not put it on right now

tries his hardest to be the rational and responsible one in his friend group.... tries to talk his friends out of doing dumb shit but usually ends up doing it with them in the end.... he’ll say it’s just to make sure they don’t die but he actually enjoys it. 

very much the type to put other people’s needs before his own. he’s allergic to doing things for himself and needs to be pushed to actually do so. isn’t very open about his feelings :// tends to keep things bottled up. and it honestly has a lot to do with him being embarrassed about the way he acted when his dad died. 

honestly really likes cooking!!! is usually the one cooking dinner at home (especially if his mom is working a late shift at the hospital), has a list of recipes to try out, and usually tries something new at least once a week.

really likes puns.... dad joke extraordinaire. will laugh at his own jokes even if no one else thought it was funny.

loves to go stargazing, especially with other people. he likes to flex his knowledge lol. is definitely known as the ‘cool guy who knows a lot about stars’ among some of his siblings’s friends. 

wanted connections

i will make an actual somewhat detailed list later but for now... honestly down for anything!!! best friends/childhood friends, neighbors, exes, family friends, etc. anything and everything!!

[kirkwallers]

Chapter Sixty- One: Third Anniversary

Note- sorry for uploading on the wrong blog

Hey guys! Sorry this took so long to get out- I vow from here on out not to do party chapters anymore because the pictures are so hard to get it’s insane.

Okay- also, yesterday , August 18th, was the Aristocrat’s third year anniversary of existing! That’s wild, I don’t think I’ve ever stuck with anything that long. Anyways, enjoy!

Beatrice: “LUCKY! I need your help!”

Lucky: “Hey, mom, what’s up I’m about to head to work.”

Beatrice: “You can’t go to work, it’s Aristocrat Day! A new holiday just for us and we get the day off of work!”

Lucky: “I know I just have a few appointments this morning and then I’ll be back home.”

Beatrice: “You’re going to work? In your pajamas?”

Lucky: “They’re scrubs.”

Beatrice: “Just because the patient is a scrub doesn’t mean you don’t need to dress well.”

Lucky: “No, this is my uniform. Nobody’s hanging out the passenger side of his best friends ride. Okay- I really need to go.”

Beatrice: “You’re leaving me understaffed and under-appreciated, Lucky. I am your mother!”

Lucky: “Yeah, uh-huh. I’ll see you at the party.”

Beatrice: “Okay, but just make sure that you pick up the gift bags at the party shop on the way home!

Lucky: “Sure, no worries. See you tonight.”

Beatrice: “Useless, absolutely useless. Lorne! Come here and hold the ladder- and call the rest of our children to help me set up, since Lucky ditched us.”

Lorne: “I take it that means I’m not allowed to wander off until the party starts?”

Beatrice: “Do that and I swear I will divorce you.”

Lorne: “Very funny, dear.”

Beatrice: “I’m not joking.”

Lorne: “I know.”

Lucky: “Sorry I’m late.”

Courtney: “Heh, no worries, so is Mr. Rose.”

Lucky: “Then I guess it’s not an issue. Are all the machines warmed up?”

Courtney: “Yep- not that it needs to get any hotter!”

Lucky: “You can say that again. The rain didn’t make it any cooler, just more humid. Is it possible that my hair is even frizzier than normal?”

Courtney: “Mmm, nope, I don’t this that is possible.”

Lucky: “Oh, ha-ha.”

[Bzzzzttt]

Lucky: “What was that?”

Courtney: “I think the power went out.”

Lucky: “Does that mean we get to go home early?”

Courtney: “Yeah, I think it does. Want a ride to the party?”

Lucky: “Sure, I just have to get the gift bags on the way home. Let me just call Mr. Rose”

Courtney: “Uh- Lucky? Remember those really expensive cloud-based doors you made us get that hooked up to the rest of the office?”

Lucky: “Yeah?”

Courtney: “I think it just locked us in.”

Lucky: “Locked us in? That’s not possible, it can’t do that- can it do that?”

Courtney: “I dunno, ask that rude talking toilet upstairs if it can do that.”

Lucky: “I still don’t know why they made the control panel a toilet. Let me go check.”

Lucky: “The toilet is dead too.”

Courtney: “I tried calling customer service, the phones are down.”

Lucky: “Super. I guess we just have to wait out the storm.”

Courtney: “Or maybe just hope that your mom scares the storms away.”

Lucky: “Possibly, if she wasn’t holding the party at the old mansion in Oasis Springs.”

Courtney: “Oh.”

Lucky: “Yeah. We’re trapped. Did you try the windows yet?”

Courtney: “Yup.”

Beatrice: “Where in god’s name is Lucky I need those gift bags right now the party is starting! Everyone we know is invited! This is going to be a disaster!”

Lorne: “It’ll be amazing. It’ll just be a bunch of people drinking, throwing confetti, and giving gifts competitively. Nothing could ruin today! It’s our third birthday as a family!”

Milo: “Seriously, mom, it’ll be great.”

Beatrice: “I wish I could be that optimistic. Where the hell is Lucky?!”

Lorne: “Why don’t we just ask someone else to bring it?”

Beatrice: “Then we would have too many gift bags, Lorne. Do you really want that many gift bags? There are perishable items in there, Lorne. Do you want them to perish? Do you?’

Lorne: “Yes, that’s what I want.”

Courtney: “So…”

Lucky: “So?”

Courtney: “How’s Trip?”

Lucky: “Oh- he’s good, we just went camping last weekend.”

Courtney: “Camping? I thought you hated camping.”

Lucky: “I’m...figuring it out. Still finding twigs in my hair, though.”

Courtney: “Or you could do what I do- not go camping.”

Lucky: “Sure, sure- Emily doesn’t make you do anything annoying on weekends?”

Courtney: “I mean...would you consider going hiking with a bunch of cats on leashes annoying?”

Lucky: “Yes. I would think that. You’re a dog person, anyways.”

Courtney: “That I am. Even more so since I’ve put sunscreen on a cat.”

Lucky: “A hairless cat?”

Courtney: “...no. A regular one. A lot of regular ones.”

Lucky: “Yikes.”

~~~~~~~

Lucky: “So then, I said ‘where’s my pencil!’”

Courtney: “Ha!!”

Lucky: “Yeah, so that’s the story of the time our teen chapter was almost the Breakfast Club.”

Courtney: “Why’d it get scrapped?”

Lucky: “Oh, because we refused to dance in sync. Sad, but true.”

Courtney: “Devastating.”

---

Lucky: “So the seven of llamas is worth less than the five of gnomes? That doesn’t make any sense.”

Courtney: “That’s how we played it at camp, so, camp rules, I’m afraid.”

Lucky: “Oh, BS.”

Courtney: “What are you gonna do? Look it up?”

Lucky: “I wouldn’t have to look it up if you had kept the little card with all the rules on it like a normal person..”

Courtney: “Tsk tsk- so critical, but which one of us had a pack of cards available in case of emergencies?”

--

Lorne: “Okay, people are arriving for the party. I haven’t been able to get a hold of Lucky, but otherwise, we’re looking great!”

Beatrice: “How can you say such a thing? When Taffy went out to get decorations, she only got foundation banners! This house doesn’t even have a foundation? What the hell am I supposed to do with these banners, Lorne? Huh? The friezes are naked.”

Lorne: “Good for them, it is hot.”

Beatrice: “Is this all a joke to you? This is a landmark occasion!”

Lorne: “I know that, my love, but one of our listed holiday activities is drinking and I am a world renowned mixologist- how about you let me cheer up the party by getting everybody heroically drunk?”

Beatrice: “What would I do without you, Lorne?”

Lorne: “You’ll never find out, m’dear. I’m planning on us going out like your Grandpa Thaddeus and Glamma Clementine- synchronized, in the middle of a party, in the smallest room of the house, blocking the door.”

Beatrice: “That is so romantic. Not this party, though, this party has to go perfectly, do you understand? If you die at this party, I’ll kill you.”

Lorne: “Yes ma’am.”

Zuri: “How have you guys been?”

Two: “Excellent, adopted mother. The infant is purple, but not an alien.”

Zuri: “Well, that’s fun. Prue- is being a real vampire again fun?”

Prue: “Not as fun as a purple baby- I bet.”

Patty: “Bea! How are you, dear?”

Beatrice: “You- but- you’re so- how are you still so young.?!”

Patty: “Resurrection, darling. You look...great. Like a fine wine.”

Beatrice: “One more word and you’ll be getting a glass of wine in your face. Nice pantsuit.”

Patty: “I know, right?”

Milo: “So...Great-Glampa and great uncle? Is that right?”

Wolfgang: “At this point, who the hell knows. Just drink and try not to call anybody by the wrong name.”

Beatrice: “Dad?!”

Ivan: “Oh...shit...I don’t think so. I’m not that old.”

Beatrice: “No- we came from the future- remember?”

Ivan: “No?”

Beatrice: “This is so weird- I haven’t seen you since you abandoned us with a wealthy stranger with a bitchy daughter!”

Ivan: “That sounds like something I would do, let’s be real here.”

Eliza: “So...stole my hair, huh Meg?”

“Heh, uh...my hair looks like this now, though. So…”

Eliza: “What’s with the little metal glove.”

“...summer soldier.”

Eliza: “God damnit”

Trip: “Excuse me, have you seen Lucky? We were supposed to go camping after this party, but I can’t find her.”

Emily: “Oh, I love camping! My cats and I go all the time.”

Trip: “You know, if you’re doing that out in the sun it’s really important to put sun-”

Emily: “-screen.”

Milo: “Weird.”

Beatrice: “Charles! How are you!”

Charles: “Good- still blonde, even though I’m old.”

Beatrice: “I’ve been thinking about you recently. Remember bachelorette? Good times...I’ve been watching that show and you’re lucky I was the girl they just left the guy in the chicken suit in the desert after he fell off a bunk bed onto his face.”

Charles: “What...really?”

Beatrice: “Really. It was awesome. How about a hug- for old times?”

Beatrice: “You’re still so strong. Nuh-uh- no letting go. Just another second.”

Lucky: “Man it is still raining hard out there. Looks like we’re going to miss the party.”

Courtney: “That’s too bad- I know you were looking forward to it”

Lucky: “It’s not that important. Would’ve been nice to see everybody though- Meghan resurrected Aunt Patty for this. I guess we’ll see her around.”

Courtney: “If we’re not going to make it, I should at least give you your gift.”

Lucky: “You didn’t have to get me anything! What is it? Gimme!”

Courtney: “Very modest.”

Lucky: “It’s...what is it?”

Courtney: “It’s- heh- it’s your hat. When we met your hat flew off into the ocean- I was walking Peaches a few days later and it had washed up on the beach. It’s super gross, I know, I’ve been trying to clean it for like a month but it just wouldn’t- oh!”

Lucky: “Sorry!”

Courtney: “Don’t apologize!”

Lucky: “I just...can’t believe you remembered at all. I’m not used to people actually listening when I go on about things.”’

Courtney: “Really? I feel like I remember most things that you’ve said to me. Though- um, I guess I might not remember if I forgot them. Besides- that was how we met. I wasn’t going to forget that.”

Lucky: “Thank you, Courtney. I mean it.”

Courtney: “Of course. You’re special to me, Lucky.”

Lucky: “You’re...special to me too.”

Courtney: “Heh, well, ahem….this rain is never going to let up is it?”

Lucky: “I’m not sure I mind so much, anymore.”

-

Natasha: “Time for presents everyone!”

Beatrice: “Okay, everyboy has the perfect gift- but no gift bags! This is a disaster!”

Milo: “A moustache trimmer and a whistle in case I get kidnapped again. Thanks mom. Dusty- what’d you get?”

Dusty: “A cage for my alien baby in case it can float! Thanks mom!”

Natalia: “Even darker sunglasses! I won’t be able to see anything in these I love it!”

Zuri: “A box of spiders? Awesome!”

Natasha: “Is this… it’s just a piece of paper that says attention. I think this is for you, Bea.”        

Beatrice: “Thanks mom. That’s really sweet I guess. Here’s your real present.”

Natasha: “Ah, the Aristocrat! Fifteen maraschino cherries with aspirin ground up along the rim.”

Lorne: “Happy Aristocrat Day, m’dear. My gift to you- a single rose. Like all those ones you gave to me when I won the bachelorette.”

Beatrice: “That’s very sweet, but also kind of a weak present. But sweet.”

Lorne: “Well, I also saved your party.”

Beatrice: “I guess you did.”

Lorne: “Also, I knew you were complaining that your jewelry drawer wouldn’t close, so I didn’t get you any earrings- I just got you this bag of loose diamonds.”

Beatrice: “*weeping* I love you so much, Lorne!”

Lorne: “Oh, and one more thing, I found the perfect thing to give out instead of the gift bags that Lucky never brought.”

Beatrice: “What?”

Lorne: “Honey, honey! From all the bees we have!”

Beatrice: “Bees?”

Lorne: “Bees!

Thanks for reading! At the beginning of generation nine and the third year anniversary of the Aristocrat Legacy (August 18th) I just wanted to say thank you for sticking with it, even though I’m like 40% suspicious that nobody reads it but I like to think somebody is. I went back and reread almost all of it and I must say I was pretty proud of myself for how actually funny I found a lot of it (not all of it, mind you, but enough of it to be proud)- I don’t have a lot of platforms to deliver my dumb funny stories so thank you to boolprop for being that platform for me and letting me imagine that I made some people laugh. Thanks for reading!