#a cis woman can remind herself that she was raised encouraged to take up less space and so move to counteract that

[bucephaly]

I keep seeing posts of people saying that a term transphobes stole and are using incorrectly to be transphobes is a Horrible Transphobic Term and Anyone who uses it is transphobic and it's Not Real and Entirely Not True when it's literally an actual anthropological term that has studies about it and is actually very useful for Everyone to think about, cis and trans, and be critical of. I hate seeing people respond to dumb hate by entirely writing off everything even remotely connected to the twisted shit bigots use when the shit the bigots are stealing and twisting is still like... a thing?

[teaganhastings]

( BARBARA PALVIN, 27, CIS FEMALE ) I just bumped into [ TEAGAN HASTINGS ] the other day while walking down [ WEST ] Kingsboro, where [ SHE/HER ] live. I hear they can be [ HOSPITABLE ] and [ INDETERMINATE ], but when I think of them I immediately think about [ RUNNING YOUR FINGERS THROUGH BEADED CURTAINS, CRYSTAL FISHNETS GLISTENING UNDER NEON LIGHTS, THE FAINT SCENT OF BROWN SUGAR AND VANILLA ] ( saxon, 26, she/her, cst )

Out Of Character

Hello bbies! 🥰 My name is Saxon and I’d like you to meet my little boss ass lady, Teagan! We are always open for connections, ideas or plots so please, please, please do not hesitate to hit me up if you want to conjure something up with this absolute sinnamon roll. I look forward to roleplaying with you and your children!

Basic Information

Full Name: Teagan Elizabeth Hastings.

Nickname(s): Tea.

Birthday: October 8th, 1993.

Orientation: Pansexual.

Language(s) Spoken: English, French.

Background

Teagan Elizabeth Hastings was not born as such, in fact, she remains unsure as to whether or not she had ever held a different name. The girl was adopted as an infant, this life being the only one she had ever known and at the end of the day, one that she has no qualms about keeping as such.

Despite having the same starts to their stories and being raised by the same parents, Teagan and her sister were nearly as different as they looked but their bond was unbreakable, the yin to her yang. The girls were seemingly as linked together as twins despite the fact that it was clear they weren’t such. 

Their one shared interest was rather a shared passion, art, Teagan with dance and Tierney with music, both prodigies in their own rights and able to catch the eye of people with an appreciation for the craft.

At one of her performances, her family was approached with an offer for her to attend the Frank Sinatra School of the Arts High School in New York, which despite her being only sixteen, her parents agreed to. There was a fear that came with leaving everything she knew behind, with being away from her sister, but the desire to pursue her passion was strong and Tierney encouraged her to follow it.  

TW: ABORTION & MENTIONS OF AN ATTACK Teagan excelled in school and was catching the eye of nearby performing arts colleges, her future looked promising until she ended up pregnant after spending a prom night with someone she had connected with. She was only seventeen and already afraid when one of her classmates warned that the school would kick her out if they were to find out. In a state of panic, she booked an appointment, the night before which she had attempted to call Tierney if only to get confirmation that she was making the right decision but instead, she was greeted by the news of her sister’s attack. The teenager proceeded to follow through with the appointment and took the first available flight home afterwards, with no plans of turning back.

Every day of the next few months was spent at the hospital, at her sisters side, choosing to get a GED online during the time rather than go back to school. And when her sister decided to leave home for Paris, she was in the seat next to her. 

There was a light within Teagan that had dimmed reasonably within this time, a refusal to confront her own demons plaguing her mind, she struggled to feel like a person much less a woman and there was a loss of knowing who she was or where she was meant to be. 

It was a random, quiet night in Paris that they decided to visit the Moulin Rouge and before the clock struck midnight, Teagan felt changed inside. It was as if the show had sparked a fire inside her that had been lying in wait. The dramatics and theatrics of ballet had always intrigued her but there had been a connection missing and now, she felt she knew why. 

The next two years were spent taking aerial, burlesque and cabaret classes, she felt alive in a way that she never had, finding herself and her womanhood and taking claim of it. There was a shift, from the reserved girl she once was to someone confident, sultry images posted to Instagram eventually leading to a blossoming OnlyFans account.

Even though years had passed, Teagan struggled with separating herself from her sister again, as their only time spent apart had ended disastrously for both of them, but when the two returned to New York City, she was reminded her of her love for it so this time when Tierney returned to Paris, she took the trip alone.

Teagan applied and was hired at three different burlesque clubs yet none held atmospheres that was was comfortable within. She accepted a job at what felt like the best of the options, but quickly hated the male dominated atmosphere and the low payment of the performers despite how much money the place took in. There was so much growth available and within months, she knew what she wanted - if there wasn’t a good enough place, she would open her own.

Five years were spent, hustling and studying, honing her performance skills while educating herself in business before finally, she was able to bring her dream to life.

As of now, Teagan currently owns, runs and stars in performances at her very own Burlesque club (inspiration here) as well as still running her succeful OnlyFans, both of which have made her name rather notable. (Think Dita von Teese, not famous per se but known in that area. She travels for show and performances and classes and has done interviews and photoshoots, the works.) She’s very feminist and inclusive and her club and it’s staff are a note of that. Despite having the money and ability to live and place her club in North Kingsboro, her and her club both reside in the West instead, a preference for the atmosphere it offers. 

Personality

Okay, so basically, look up ‘sinnamon roll’ in the dictionary and you get this baby! She’s an absolute sweetheart, okay? Total cutesy little charmer who just loves life and people and love but like also...a complete and utter flirt and tease. Her performances may be full of theatrics and dramatics but it’s the soul of who she is, mad Dita von Teese vibes. (Honestly if you want to watch this, it’s a pretty good roundup of her;  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7jAFB-ZCHlA)

Desired Connections

High school friends; could have attended Arts High School with her or just none each other through mutual friends/parties/events. 

Exes; serious relationship that ended well and simply didn’t work out, serious relationship that ended badly, hookups, one night stands. 

OnlyFans collabs...guys or girls...because we here for the spice. 

Coworkers/employees; her club needs everything okay performers, chefs, waitstaff, bartenders, hosts. Hit me with any of these. 

Customers; could be from the club, could be from OnlyFans, could be both. 

Literally anything you can think of, please hit me with it, okay!!

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[nexhqs]

INTRODUCING ODETTE ROSILIO …

NICKNAMES : N/A

GENDER : Cis woman, she/her

OCCUPATION : Florist

DATE OF BIRTH : 01/08/87

SPECIES : Human

FACE CLAIM : Gal Gadot

❝  Watch the bend of my wandering, of hunting with the lightning gun.  ❞

PERSONALITY

AESTHETIC — leather jackets, black cats, rundown vehicles, hot California nights, messy hair, cussing, dried up mascara, detachment, single dollar bills, paper-cuts, bundle of wilted flowers, unpacked boxes, sunset over a body of water, chipped nail polish, cynicism, worn lighters. 

LIKES: alcohol, fast food, her daughter, warm weather, black coffee, cats, independence, occasional violence, her old pick-up truck.  

DISLIKES: most people, snow, any sort of tea, being the centre of attention, feelings other than apathy and anger, spectacles, hand-outs, the one percent, cops.  

BIOGRAPHY –

content warnings for rape and abuse.

    Growing up, Odette wasn’t too different from other kids in her neighborhood. The class which they’d been cast; all sharing income, traits, and parental occupations. Her mother—shifting between waitressing in a scummy Chino diner, and taking midnight strolls down the streets of Los Angeles. But unlike most with children in care, Marisa Rosilio came up short. While others broke their backs to make ends meet, Odette’s guardian choose the end of a needle. One trip, two trips — a couple more, all within sights of her eleven year old daughter, and Marisa makes a final trip to San Bernardino County Jail.  

Foster homes welcome the child with open, money-grabbing arms. She’s made a live-in maid in some, others a punching bag for the masses. Four in three months, and the rest of her mother’s sentence is spent on the streets. Frail, unremarkable — and quick on her feet, too. She fares better in the life of a pickpocket than she does playing house with strangers, and thus—even when Marisa reaches out, trail-marks tallying up—Odette denies a roof over her head.  

Fourteen now, surrounded by those of the same circumstance once more, and she thrives. Guilt and morality undeveloped in the mind of a teenage thief, making her a match - made for life without a home. She’s detached, loyalty both fickle and counterfeit. Even with exceptions made ( for a single beneficiary ), choosing oneself is a promise kept above all else. A runner, first and foremost, a girl third. Criminal squeezed in between the two. It was easier to separate the traits which Odette makes — plucking out the appropriate person when necessary. And it creates a divide, between her and the rest of them.  

It made her arrogant; the belief that she was born for a life on the run, that she had it all broken down and figured out. She could sense good intentions and she placed her trust accordingly. But the holidays were rough : the weather cold, and the shelters full. And her cocky nature meets desperation. As soon as a minute post decision made, you could’ve asked her — if accepting the kindness of strangers had been a bad idea.  

If getting into that car had been a bad idea.  

Three weeks. Almost four. And she must’ve been the first because he’s forgetful. He makes a mistake and he leaves the hatch open, a door kept ajar. She thinks it must be a test, that he’s out there—waiting for her to take the bait, and ultimately the beating that’ll follow disobedience. But even as her spirit is fractured, pieces tossed about on the dark, wooden floors, she makes a run for it. And run she does. Until bare feet ache and her chest burns from the inside out. Until she makes it back to Marisa Rosilio and the trailer she once called home.  

A baby girl. Olive in skin, and locks dark — a polar opposite of the image which haunts her, and the decision to pass her only daughter along to strangers is changed, then and there. She raises her amongst chaos and needles, relying on her mother’s sporadic income as her teenage days come to a close. For once, Odette stays put. Four months turning into four years, and an unwanted pregnancy turning into a beacon of light. The girl who once lived for herself beginning to live for someone else, and another person gifted her loyalty — this time devoted, unwavering.   

Eighteen approaches quickly, as does the remnants of her past. At the first report, the thought sparks. At the second, she hesitates. And at the third, she runs. Missing posters trail their neighborhood and the news spread the message further, instilling both fear and guilt into the young mother. Two emotions which cannot be processed : that cannot be lived, and that cannot be accepted. And by the time a police sketch makes television, Odette Rosilio has left the state. Daughter and best friend in tow.  

CONNECTIONS –

MALACHAI KNOX – Her childhood friend. Possibly more. From the moment they met—twenty-odd years ago—something unspoken has rested between them. And for two decades now, she’s been stringing him along … Both consciously, and unconsciously, promising a definition to what they have : the idea of taking things a step further never spoken aloud, but consistently in the horizon — dangled ahead like a carrot on a stick, never getting closer despite the miles taken.  

EMMA PHILLIPS – Her best friend. At least one of them. The two got off on the wrong foot, animosity created through favors asked and indecision followed. It took them half a year to start over, and since then — Emma can be found among the few Odette holds close. There is very little Odette wouldn’t do for her, even if tough love is a constant in their relationship.  

JACK DETLER – Her best friend. The other one. Although the two got off on a foot equally as damning—if not more—it took less time for her to warm up to Jack. Why, she could not tell you. They have very little in common, yet he wound up her confidant, Odette often searching for his advice ( which she will not follow ) in the quaint café where he works.  

ELIZA BAILEY – Her pseudo-younger-sister. Despite a daughter had, Odette could not be categorized as maternal, causing her taking Eliza under her wing an oddity at best. But rather than acting a parental figure, she acts the one of the cooler, older sibling. Borderline aunt. Eliza reminds Odette much of herself when she was younger, and it creates a dynamic where a rebellious teenage life isn’t discouraged but instead encouraged.  

PENNED BY MADS.