#angela montenegro the woman that you are

[thelesserdessert]

My Favorite Bones Characters 1/5: Angela Montenegro ♥︎

[chekhov-and-chill]

I’m on s4 of Bones and they revealed that Angela is bisexual, which is the least surprising thing ever

[shelbgrey]

The day we met(Seeley Booth)

Paring: Seeley Booth x Montenegro!Reader

Summary: during one of the first Therapy session with Lance and Temperance, Seeley opens up and tells the story of how he met the love of his life.

A/n: based off an unfinished greys anatomy thing I wrote way back when. request are open for bones!

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“what about y/n?” Lance asked, breaking the silence. Temperance looked between the boys confused. Seeley shrugged but couldn't help but smile at the mention of her name.

“what about her?” Seeley asked. Temperance smiled and started to quickly talk with her hands. “Dr. Montenegro is great scientist and one of our closets friends”

Lance shook his head with a small smile, he looked over at Seeley and nodded towrds him. “your always talking about her, maybe just tell me how you guys met... It'll help break the ice I think.”

Seeley took breath a rubbed his hands together. He looked down then back up with a smile. “I first saw her at Royal Diner, she had just gotten the job at the jeffersonian with her sister Angela...”

“-She's a Forensic Entomologist like Hodgins” Temperance butted in, Seeley held his hands and looked at his partner. “you telling the story or am I?”He made sure not to make it sound harsh, he knew y/n was important to Her just like Angela was.

Temperance set back in the couch and crossed her legs. “I'm sorry...continue, I actually don't think I heard the full story”

Seeley nodded and continued with the story. Seeley smiled as he thought about the day he first saw her, it still gives him butterflies. “the day I saw her, we were knee deep in a case... I was tried, stressed, I don't know what I was hoping for... But the moment I saw her...”

he stoped, feeling like he was getting too sappy. He truly didn't care and would talk about you for hours, but it felt weird being this open.

“continue Booth” Lance said.

“that afternoon I was walking to the Diner to meet Bones... Then I saw her” Seeley smiled. “I don't know why- well I do know but... The point is I stopped when he saw her... literally stopped!” Seeley let out a small laugh, Lance smiled softly as his friend continued.

“She hadn't notice me yet due to her nose being stuck in a book... Nothing new” he joked, he loved she had a passion outside of work, even if you 'ignore' him because she's reading.

“when I saw her through that window I couldn't help but see all her perfections, every one of them... I said to myself "oh my God that's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen"”

Temperance laughed lovingly at that.

“I wanted to talk to her so bad, but I'd never went up to a total stranger unless it was for a case... I don't know why I was so nervous”

“but your very good at talking to women...” Temperance said confused. Seeley signaled her to wait. “she wasn't some woman... This is y/n were talking about” Seeley said.

“Anyway... I started pacing back and forth in front of the window trying think of what to say to her, she still hasn't notice me yet...ya know I can still remember the book she was reading”

“what was it?” Lance asked. “The Great Gastby”

Seeley continued with the story after that “So I went in... The bell dinged as I slowly walked in, She had her back to me and hadn't notice me yet” Seeley said “she couldn't see me, but she was right there... Right there!” he chuckled. “I stayed silent as got closer... She was in arms reach and I could tap her shoulder if I wanted too, but then I chickened out and walked pasted her.”

“I walked up to the breakfast counter and just casually admired her while she was reading... I noticed how she would slightly nibble on her bottom lip when she read or she had a different expression for an event in the book.” Seeley slowly started to space out as he thought more about her “I could see all her tattoos... And I'll tell ya tattoos have never looked so beautiful on a women.”

He looked up at Lance and continued to explain every step “so, I quickly ordered a coffee and looked around... I don't why, maybe I was waiting for Angela to pop and tell me to get lost. I don't really know”

“it's okay to say you were nervous” Lance smirked. Seeley rolled his eyes. “Anyway... So I finally decided to talk to her... You only live once right? So I went up to her and said...”

“exuse me” she looked up slowly and smiled.

“oh, hey” her voice was so soft and gentle.. She's so cute when she's shy.

“why would an amazing woman like you even talk to someone like me?”

“I said it so bluntly I think both us was surprise, I don't know who was more shocked... But she just chuckled and her cheeks started to heat up... It was so cute and she says... ”

“why not?” she replied.

“I laugh and looked down. "would you like to set down?" she offered to my releaf, I nodded and sat across from her.

“I'm y/n” she gave him a childish smirk and held our her hand. He placed his hand in hers and smiled. “Seeley Booth”

“nice to meet you... Your Temperance's friend right?” he nodded and smiled at her. “yup”

“I looked down and saw another book… i think it was called Crime Scene Intelligence, or something like that but-”

Temperance interrupted again with enthusiasm. “I've heard of that book and its Crime Scene Intelligence: An Experiment in Forensic Entomology.. Its by Albert Cruz”

Seeley sighed again but at the same time couldn't be mad, even if she was interrupting and correcting him it showed she was interested and cared enough to listen.

“Anyway…this got me thinking, especially when I saw a case file so I asked her”

“Are you in Forensics? Bug girl?” She looked at me and chuckled.

“Now I didn't mean for it to come out the way it did … but she didn’t seem to mind, so then she said…”

“Yeah..me and my brother-in-law are, I actual got a job with him”

“Wait, you got a job at Jeffersonian?” I asked, she shook her head yes

“Back then I couldn’t tell ya how or why I was so happy to hear that” Seely laughed as he laid back on the couch. “So, we talked some more…you know how shy she is when she first meets someone” Lance and Temperance both nodded. y/n was the type of person to be really shy and quiet when she first meets someone but when she gets used to you, she is so open, joyfull, and goofy.

“Well she wasn’t like that with me.. I don't really know why but she seemed so carefree when we had our first conversation”

Lance and temperance were still invested in the story, even temperance couldn’t bring herself to interrupt again. “So we continued talking for about 45 minutes and it felt great But a moment can't last forever. Y/n phone rang, cutting our conversation short. She stood up as, who I’m guessing was Angela telling her to come to the lab. She smiled at me and said…”

“I'm sorry I have to met my sister"

She smiled at him and said “it was nice to meet you Seeley, maybe I'll see you around” she shyly waved him goodbye and headed out the door.

“I remember just kinda sinking in my chair, feeling like I lost my chance, I didn't even get her number.” Seeley stopped then looked at his two friends like there was hope. “But then… looked down and saw her tattered Forensic Entomology book. She left it on the table. I looked out the window and saw she was at a bench packing her backpack up, so I quickly grabbed the book and headed out the door.”

“Then what happened?” Lance asked.

“Well, I went up to her and said…”

“hay” y/n looked up and smiled at the brown eyed agent. He awkwardly cleared his throat and handed her the book. “You left this” she sighed in relief. “oh, thanks” she put it in her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

“I kinda regained some kinda confidence back and I asked her if she wanted to walk with me”

"You mind if I walk you to the lab? Busy city and all', we can pick up my car at the Bureau” he gave her a confident smile this time. She raised an eyebrow. "it's just down the street"

“I started to get nervous the way she looked at me..” Seeley said

"I'm head that way anyway" he argued. She playfully rolled her eyes and sighed.

“And she replied..”

“Why is it so Important? We're strangers.”

“So she let me walk her a couple of blocks, my car was at the Bureau so we picked it up, the drive was kinda silent …it was a good kinda silent, anyway after a while I couldn't take it anymore and i didnt know when i was gonna have another chance like this so i asked for her number”

"Can I have your number?" he asked suddenly. Y/n's eyes widened as she looked over to the driver's side. Both were surprised by the sudden question. She would have never believed a handsome man like himself would ask her out.

“I didn’t get an answer right away and I think rightly so, but it still made me nervous,” Seeley said. “Did she ever give you an answer that day?” Temperance asked.

“I'm getting there,” Seeley said. “So we got to the lab and I asked again, I was serious about it ya know and i think she started to realize that. Later on in our relationship she told me she thought it was a joke…she never had anyone interested in her before. I mean I call bullcrap on that…any guy would be lucky to have her,”

“So about that number?” he asked, she chuckled. “you could be some psycho killer for all I know”

Seeley let out a laugh. “there's always that possibility” he shrugged and gave a goofy smile. “come on y/n live a little”

“After I said that She smiled, I couldn't stop looking at her... She was so beautiful. She looked down at her Converse, she always does that when she’s nervous. Then she asked me…”

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

“cuz you're beautiful” she raised an eyebrow and let out a laugh. “wow” he gave her a questioning look. “what?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes. “You know flattery will get ya no where.” he nodded. “well how about I want to get to know you better”

“She sighed and thought about it for a bit and she said okay” Seeley smiled “then she took a post-it note from her bag and wrote her number and smiley face with its tongue sticking out.” he laughed, Temperance smiled when Seeley pulled out the famous sticky note out of his wallet.

“And the rest is history” Seeley smiled as he handed the post-it-note to Lance.

“She means a lot to you..” Lance smiled, seeley nodded with a smile. “She means everything… I’m gonna ask her to marry me…i just don't know how or when” Seeley said truthfully.

“You'll know when the time's right,” Lance said softly.

After the session Seeley left Lance's office and saw y/n talking with James Aubry and Caroline. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her laugh and smile with her friends, he felt so lucky to have her.

[vino---delectable]

Our unintelligent squint (e1 part 2/?)

Summary: It's y/n's first day at the Jeffersonian. You are being swiftly introduced to everyone!

Character pairings: Zack Addy x reader, Angela x Hodgins, Booth x Brennan

Word Count: 10.8k

Warnings: none

A/n: Hey... Finally got to p2... I hope you can tell me what you think!!!! Again, non of the words belonging to the case, or anything having nothing to do with y/n belongs to me! Enjoy! (If you haven't read the whole story click here. For my masterlist!)

(Y/n's pov)

I woke up a half hour before my alarm rang again… This is going to be a long day. Ick! I know it's not healthy for me to be so anxious. But what reputation will I have if I lose this job? I certainly don't want to wind up serving French fries and mini burgers again. Not if I can help it. Plus, what would my father think? No, I'll have to try my hardest to stick to this job.

I did my hair up with my two front pieces of hair, and pulled the back with a polka dot tie. I decided I'd wear a modest skirt and shirt. I at least thought I looked lovely and sophisticated. I didn't bother to eat breakfast at home. I could easily go to the cafeteria, and besides, it was only 5:30. My breakfast isn't until an hour later.

I took the bus because I didn't want to bother or wake up anyone this early in the morning. After all I'm still working on my driver's license. The ride was bumpy, but I was ok once I put in my music… The byrds, Celine Dion, green day, lynyrd skynyrd, def leopard… (I like everything ok!)

And finally… After me lip syncing the duet of phantom of the opera, I was at the Jeffersonian. I seriously wanted to cry. There's no way I'm ready! I thought as I jumped out of the bus. I started turning around to try to jump back into the bus, but I noticed it was already half way down the road. No, the only option was to go in. So I did!

I walked in with the self consciousness of my shoes squeaking. Everyone smiled at me. Most likely because they have seen me once or twice before with my dad. So I took it as no sign of approval. I walk into a beautiful woman with what I would imagine to be the warmest face I have seen in forever. And since I had no idea where to go, I thought it right that I should talk to her.

"Hello," I started awkwardly, sounding like I originated from Germany, "I'm new here. And I was wondering if you could give me directions. Like how to get a name tag, like the ones I see you and- well, everyone wearing.. And a tour of how the work, y'know, works…" I smile.

"Oh, hi!!! Quick question first. Are you a-," she reads from a card she took from her jacket, "Ms. Y/n y/l/n?" She smiles back.

"yes… Yeah, I was the one hired… Yesterday, actually."

"Well, Dr. Brennan asked me to give this to you if I ran into you, " she handed me my ID card, I took it and she nodded, "I'm Angela, Montenegro… Angela Montenegro."

"It's very nice to meet you!" I perked up.

"And yes, I can give you a quick look at the work place," she gestured with her hands for me to follow her.

She showed me my main working space first. A platform where the remains or artifacts are originally delivered. A room Angela says she mostly works in, where she designs holograms for the Jeffersonian. She showed me a room where all the skeletons are kept. She kept mentioning the numbers of the rooms, but I remembered none of them. "Now, you can call this one Hodgins sanctuary," She showed me a room full of a variety of insects and chemicals. "

"I swear I've seen this exact setting on Harry Potter," I teased.

"yeah, well, we have to be careful when this wizard waves his wand," she jokingly warned.

This guy with bright curly hair and a tolerable, well maintained beard emerges from the room of doom. "Hey Angie, check out what I discov-" he noticed me standing next to her, "you're new… And fresh out of diapers. Ange, we've got to by her some formula!"

I got defensive "I'm fifteen!" I say.

"It's alright, sweetie. He's just like that," Hodgins raises his eyebrows, approving what she said, "you said you discovered something?"

"I- it can wait!" He said , "you should show the kiddo more things… Or something," he turns and goes back into his "lair".

I turn to her in curiosity, " is this hairstyle fine to wear here?"

"Yes. So long as it's up, and won't get mixed into any of the particulates, or remains we find."

"Uhuh, gotcha. And my clothes?" I bit my lip anxiously.

"you can wear most things; jeans, top, skirt, blouse… For you to get approval, you should wear something modest."

"Good," I say, "because that's all I have."

We walk near the bones room where I see the one face I recognized when i first wanted to work here a year ago. The one who initiated the interview with me. Now he was walking fast over to us. And given how tall he was, he could walk faster than most people I've known.

"Ms. y/l/n. I was wondering if I could speak to you right now?" He said when he reached us.

"Uhrm, yes, Mr. Addy? Um, yeah… I seriously have nothing going on right now so…" I look around awkwardly.

He takes me by the arm, and drags me to the other side of the lab. Angela was so curious as to why he was being so secretive, based on her staring in our direction. I think I was more so curious than she was.

"Look. You have got to follow my lead, words and every move," He definitely could tell that my eyes were screaming the word "what", at him. He tried to elaborate.

" You know nothing about the names of bones, " he said.

"Yes that's true. But I know what they are and where they go when I look at-" I started.

"But the names are important to know in this line of work," Mr. Addy interrupted, "What's going to happen when Dr. Brennan asks you to hand her a tray with a femur on it?"

"A whater?" I raised an eyebrow.

He sighs, "This is going to be a long day," He looks me in the eyes in silence, I just twittle my thumbs as he does so, "Just do what I tell you to. Because if you get fired, I will most likely lose certain privileges, and eventually get fired. So, won't you, since you're already working just under me, do all I ask of you… Pay attention!" I just nod. Not really knowing how else to respond.

Dr. Brennan walks through the door. I recognized her because she always works with my father, occasionally visiting my house. Me and Zack's conversation ends. He hands me a dark blue lab coat with a rough texture, and smoothly gestures with his hands for me to attach my ID to it. We join Dr. Brennan along with everyone else. She always appeared so grumpy to me, like, to the point where she says jump and I ask how high. So, I assumed it was best l should follow with them.

We all walk in a group. While I was still pinning my ID to my coat while simultaneously walking up the stairs, I hear Hodgins saying, "The pond is not only warm and teeming with microbes, which accelerated decomposition, but it houses black carp and coy which fed on the body." We all walk up to this grossly muddied skeleton. It was interesting to me, because I had never, in person , seen a skeleton like this before. Thank goodness I'm only assisting for now!

"Can I, as the only normal person in the room," Angela said, "Say EW?" I looked to her wondering why she didn't see me as normal. I thought I was normal.

"I got three larval stages," Hodgins continued, "Of trichoptera, chironimidae…" I've heard of these flying insects before, I thought, I must've read them in a book.

"As we cut to the chase," She clearly didn't want to be explained anything today.

"The body was in the pond one winter and two summers," he said quickly.

"Spring before last," Dr. Brennan said.

Hodgins smirked, quickly changing topic, "You really think I'm Lesty?"

Temperance looked to Angela with furrowed brows and gaping mouth, in confusion of his sentence.

"The book," Angela explained.

"No, no, no," Dr. Brennan says shaking her head, "you're not in the book."

"Sure he is! we all are," Zack said, amused.

"No none of you are in the book. Those are fictitious characters based on…" As she tries to defend herself Hodgins almost rudely interrupts her to show her bone scans on a computer. I believe it to be the ribcage, maybe.

"I found some small bone fragments in the silt," He said.

"We're out of the book now, we're back in real life," Angela said to Dr. Brennan.

"I guess rana temporaria," Hodgins said.

"frog bones…" How does this woman get frog bones from what he just said? I wondered.

"Also some tiny gold links," Hodgins monitor points where, "Those from a fine chain."

"Point of clarification," began Zack, talking about the book again, "I'm not a virgin. Nowhere near in fact," I looked beside me at his smirking face in awe. How could you be so confident in that? Again, I'm wondering too much.

"Who you captured perfectly was booth," Angela started, touching Dr. Brennan's hand slightly in excitement, "Buttoned down but buckets of sexual confidence which, uahh, I for one would love to tap," She says with a slightly mischievous smile.

"It's not right to discuss tapping asses in front of a soaker," Zack said, looked toward the body.

"You could also say it's not right to discuss your virginity level here as well," I smiled at him, "It also might make those who have never … Oh, what's the term, "" done it"" feel a little bit pressured. "

"You mean- you're saying you've never?" He looks me straight into my eyes. I simply look everywhere but his eyes, "I seem to be forgetting that, some girls at 15 prefer not to."

"Or," I continued , "Some girls, regardless of age, have a few morals." I was low-key angry now.

"Ms. y/l/n," Hearing Dr. Brennan mentioning my name made me turn my head quickly to her, "I am very glad you were available to work with us, but arguing in such a manner should be permitted while you are working," I quickly shut my mouth and meekly nodded, "Anyways, I can't bounce back and forth between my book and real life. Since we're stuck in real life, let's just forget the book." She directed.

"I haven't analyzed whatever it was the victim was holding in her hand," Hodgins looks to the bone scans on the computer, "But it looks like cellulose."

"Paper?" Angela inquired.

"mm, possibly," said Hodgins.

"I found microscopic grit embedded in the skull fragments. I need you to identify those too," Dr. Brennan says to Hodgins, To Zack, She orders, "Remove the remaining tissue, I'll debreed the skull fragments myself, reassemble it so Angela can put a face on our victim."

"Good," Angela is relieved, "I prefer holograms, they don't stink."

Hodgins and Angela begin to walk away. All that's left is me. Yay. "And you, Ms. y/l/n. I will have you thoroughly look around the dirt before it gets removed. Most importantly , I would prefer you to specifically focus on the areas surrounding the phalanges, to see if anything is missed. But be careful of whatever it is the victim is holding in her hands. Understood?"

She looks at me with eyebrows raised. I just smile like an idiot and look to Zack, who is just as freaked out as I am. It takes him a second to contemplate, but he then lifts his hand and wriggle all his fingers. Ahh, now I understand, I thought, I got this!

"Of course, Dr. Brennan, I will get right on that." In a hurry I run to the bodies side, trying my hardest to examine the fi- phalanges! Barely hearing what is being said behind me…

[cherryxkoch]

[cisfemale she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [CHERISA “CHERRY” KOCH]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [LAURA HARRIER]. You must be the [THIRTY-TWO] year old [ARTIST]. Word is you’re [ADVENTUROUS] but can also be a bit [FLAKY] and your favorite song is [CHERRY BOMB by THE RUNAWAYS]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it! 

INFORMATION:

fullname. cherisa "cherry" koch

nicknames. cherry.

gender. cisfemale

pronouns. she / her

d.o.b. october 13th, 1991 | ( 32 years old )

astrology. libra ☀ sagittarius ☾  leo ↑

birth place. santa fe, new mexico.

hometown. santa fe, new mexico.

current residence. aurora bay, california. ( @aurorabayaesthetic​ )

occupation. artist.

religion. spiritual.

tattoos. several ( here, here and here ).

piercings. three holes in ears, helix.

marital status. single.

sexual preference. proud pansexual.

family. antoni koch ( father ), nora koch ( mother ), four brothers, three sisters.

children. none.

CHARACTER INSPO:

angela montenegro ( bones ),  mabel mora ( only murders in the building ), gina linetti ( brooklyn nine-nine ), daphne sullivan ( white lotus ), phoebe buffay ( friends ).

PERSONALITY:

+ adventurous, carefree, fun. - flaky, gossipy, insecure.

BIOGRAPHY:

( tw: age difference, abortion mention )

being the youngest in a family with seven siblings meant that the spotlight was rarely on cherisa from an early age and she liked it that way. by the point that she was accidentally conceived, her parents were well and truly over the whole "parenting" thing and she was free to do whatever she pleased. the daughter of a polish history professor and an african-american art teacher, cherry was raised in a house full of love and art. after her father decided to move the whole family west from louisana upon his retirement to follow his dream of owning his own horse ranch. their family bred and broke horses in the middle of the santa fe desert, where there was nothing but empty land for as far as the eye could see but they made the most money with guided tours of the best tourism trails in new mexico. her childhood was filled with tourists, coming and going, taking a break from their lives and she loved it. hearing about all their stories and where they'd come from. personable, bright and cheery, she spent all her life chatting to whoever would listen.

not particularly interested in anything academic beyond devouring a good book, cherry always preferred things more on the creative side of life. she enjoyed painting, sculpting or putting together art constructions with the random pieces of materials laying around the ranch. she decorated most of their land with her art pieces, a particular enjoyment of the guests that stayed with them.

at the age of seventeen, she was matured into a beautiful young woman and with that came wandering eyes and flirtatious glances from the men who frequented. it was one particular gentleman that visited often that cherry fell head over heels for. the small glances across the room, the lightest touches from a hand - but nothing ever came from it. she went away to college, studying art but when he returned for the summer of her junior year, there he was.

she didn't mind that he clearly had taken his wedding ring off for the visit, as evident by the tan lines around his finger. her college girlfriend didn't need to know that she spent the whole summer completely smitten over a man twice her age, but eventually they gave in. they were together just for a week, in secret and away from the prying eyes of her family. but it was enough to completely unravel her.

when he left, cherry realised that she was pregnant. too ashamed to tell him, to ruin his life for whatever small love they'd shared. she contemplated keeping it, but knew that her life was only just beginning and so she made the hard choice on her own. never telling a soul. it bled into her art, this heartbreak was hard on her on so many levels. eventually, she graduated - choosing to continue on with a masters degree at southwestern college in california.

away from school, she was producing art in most mediums. her speciality was large installations that included welding, electrical work and major construction. cherry chose a nomad lifestyle, moving place to place every year or so - never wanting to settle down too long. she was in constant search of inspiration. her latest residence is aurora bay, where she's renting out a studio space where she is creating art and creating trouble.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:

born and raised in santa fe, new mexico but has moved from place to place after she graduated from college. never known to stay in one place for too long. ( possible connections: old friends, interstate flings, chance encounters )

is currently renting an art studio space in aurora bay where she’s making her art. she specialises in large-scale metalwork sculptures from scrap materials. to get extra money, she also teaches small art classes in her studio. ( possible connections: art buyer, art student, fellow artist )

owns an old vintage 1967 mustang that she got when she was twenty one after selling her first sculpture back when she was living in nevada. she takes great pride in it and knows a little about cars because of it. ( possible connections: motorheads, mechanic )

very much online, posting her art and occasionally some thirst traps. uses online dating apps to find dates or hook ups. ( possible connections: hinge dates, instagram followers, mutuals, art fan. )

above all, cherry loves love. with anyone. she falls head over heels time and time again so her romantic connections would be plentiful. while she’s not necessarily a relationship person, she’d definitely try and make it work with the right person. she’s a proud pansexual as well, so all romantic connections can be any gender. ( possible connections: ex-hook ups, friends with benefits, serious lovers that didn't work out )

her favorite haunts around town are the reef bar as she is a regular for an art work wine, dancing her cares and the night away at oasis nightclub (or crying in the bathroom depending on how the night is going) or at the all-nighter diner eating a vegan burger at 2am. ( possible connections: run-ins, drinking buddies, people she overshares with because she's drunk )

CURRENT CONNECTIONS:

besties with @ponderosus and @lemielewis

is getting married to @ziggykyeons if they're both single at 40

previous hookup and ex-something of @dxnielibxrra

close friends with @lucianaxalvarez, @cricketcampbell and @esmaxdemirci

psychologically damaged by @borawinters

casually hooked up with @xlalitax

is christine daaé to @mackmontgomery's phantom of the opera, also her tattoo artist

roommates with @erickxng in seabrook quarter

close friends with @finn-brooks and @javicastillo

always talking art with @leomlarson

flirts with @pcrdita while he fixes her car

[starchascr]

𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

‘ aslıhan malbora, cis woman, she/her, 27 / 268 , high fae ’ ― cauldron save you. it seems MELINOE DRAVEN has finally made it to the capital, the LADY from the NIGHT COURT is said to be CHARISMATIC and is said to describe themselves with WISHING ON EVERY STAR IN THE NIGHT SKY, COURT GOSSIP AS A FORM OF CURRENCY, PAINT-SPLATTERS ON WRINKLED SILK DRESSES, CONSTANT APOLOGIES FOR BEING LOST IN YOUR OWN THOUGHTS, PEOPLE CALL YOU FICKLE & YOU LAUGH IN THEIR FACE ( WHO WOULD EVER WANT TO BE KNOWN AS PREDICTABLE? )  and with all of this in mind their CAPRICIOUS nature always seems to get them into trouble. may the mother hold them as they navigate this unthinkable time.

compare to : caroline forbes ( the vampire diaries ), carrie bradshaw ( sex and the city ), sarah cameron ( outer banks ), holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany's ), serena van der woodsen ( gossip girl ), oberyn martell ( game of thrones ), ty lee ( avatar: the last airbender ), lydia bennett ( pride & prejudice ), thor ( marvel cinematic universe ), buffy summers ( buffy the vampire slayer ), angela montenegro ( bones ), daisy buchanan ( the great gatsby ), merry brandybuck ( lord of the rings )

☾ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ☽

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒

full name : melinoe lyra draven nicknames : mel age : 268 ( physically 27) species : high fae gender / pronouns : cis woman & she/her sexual orientation : pansexual romantic orientation : panromantic occupation : lady / aspiring painter

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐏𝐄𝐑��𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

personality traits : charismatic, flighty, capricious, fickle, compassionate, brash likes : painting, revelries, star gazing, dancing, late mornings spent sleeping in, taking care of stray animals dislikes : responsibility/duty, early mornings, long travel, outfit fittings, long meetings fear(s) : death, boredom secret talents : can juggle up to 6 items, is ambidextrous goals & ambitions : to be known for art rather than the immature night court daughter memorable traits : is constantly in motion alignment : chaotic neutral label(s) : the social butterfly, the sabaist, the effervescent, the reveler vices : vanity & foolhardiness virtues : friendliness & pride

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

eye color : dark brown hair colour : dark brown hair type/style : typically worn long & wavy/curled height : 5'6 build : slender exercise habits : occasionally practices fighting, but it's rare dominant hand : left glasses/contacts : n/a tattoos : n/a scars : n/a piercings : ears pierced

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘.

father : tbd. mother : tbd. siblings : tbd draven (eldest sibling), cathal draven (elder adopted sibling), sabine draven (elder adopted sibling) children : n/a extended family : tbd. pets : far too many to name

*:･ﾟ ⸻ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

as a child, melinoe had always been a flighty thing, flitting from one interest to another. she would give each of her toys equal attention in part because she feared their jealousy should she show more affection towards one bauble over another, but partly because nothing held her attention for long. more than that, there was so much in this world to explore, and mel wanted to see and do everything. after all, why would she limit herself when the world was endless? she hated the routine and monotony that some preferred, instead enjoying creating her own worlds to play in. and when people called her fickle for bouncing around from thing to thing, she would laugh in their face. who would ever want to be known as predictable? there was something in stars that called to the girl. there was an element of wonder there, something that lent back to the fantastical child who dreamed of something more waiting for her. she always stared up at the stars at night and made up stories for made up constellations before she learned all of their names and stories. it was a game to her, making up stories. there are moments that she feels like she belongs more to the burning balls of gas that have held her fascination than to her family and friends around her. so instead she took that feeling and put it into her art, trying to capture the feeling of awe and wonder she always has every time she looks up at night. she still feels like she hasn’t fully achieved that goal no matter how many of her pieces have sold. for a girl otherwise known as fickle, art is the only thing she has ever dedicated herself to other than her family. mel seems to be constantly in motion, flitting from one thing to another. she’s compassionate, but forgetful. people shake their heads when she passes, muttering about how she’s just so immature, so young. and that’s more than true. she prides herself on being decisive, but never really stands by any sort of decision. she prefers love over war and fighting, never having really trained beyond what was necessary to her own protection. the word ‘responsibility’ is a ugly one that she hopes to never come into contact with ( though she supposes everyone must grow up some day ). if she had her way, she would spend her afternoons and early evenings painting, her nights partying, and leave her mornings for sleep. there’s nothing better than being surrounded by people, music, alcohol, and treats. and if there is no event, then she’s perfectly happy to throw one ( or rather, have someone do it for her ). ultimately, she’s just trying to live her best life.

[rosesandthcrns]

𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

i'm no cactus expert, but i know a prick when i see one.

aesthetic : a charming smile turning feral, covering mirrors to avoid your own reflection ( or perhaps so you stop seeing things ), staying up all night to see the sunrise just to make sure it still comes up, longing for the irresponsibility of childhood when you didn't know what you know now, burying your past six feet under, wishing on every stay in the night sky, a matchstick heart waiting to burn, flowers growing back with thorns, a face straight out of myths, the smell of honeysuckle and freshly cut grass lingering when you leave, sarcasm was always your best friend.

compare to : alice cullen ( twilight ), kiara ( outer banks ), angela montenegro ( bones ), sybil crawley ( downton abbey ), bonnie bennett ( the vampire diaries ), waverly earp ( wynonna earp ), robin buckley ( stranger things ), iroh ( avatar : the last airbender ), margaery tyrell 9 game of thrones ), elizabeth swann ( pirates of the caribbean ), alina starkov ( shadow and bone ), annie january ( the boys ), princess fiona ( shrek ), donna sheridan ( mamma mia! )

◟✧⡀ ( kassius nelson. demi woman. she/they. ) … there’s a figure off in the distance, do you see it? wait is that … CRESSIDA 'CRESS' KING ? how long have they been standing there? if that’s really them, i believe they’re TWENTY-SIX.  do i know them?  no,  but i hear they’re CHARISMATIC and SANGUINE, but also OBSTINATE  and CAPRICIOUS. i do know that they’ve been in the City for TEN YEARS. it’s crazy that they’re just standing there … shouldn’t they be working at GARDEN OF EDEN as a GARDENER? maybe they’re off today, i couldn’t tell you. hope they get moving soon. i’m starting to feel like PERSEPHONE is peering over at me …

carrd ✧ pinterest ✧ wanted connections

[outrunningthedark]

Bones is also a Fox's show, so it's not surprising if some plot points are "coincidentally" similar.

I love being late to the game with Bones because we've got OG fans claiming (believing) FOX is scared of the queer community and before Glee, before B99, there was Angela Montenegro. Confirmed bisexual. (Whose endgame was with a man after dating a woman, so you can't even say that FOX "erased" any part of her identity.) FOX execs will do whatever puts money in pockets. Our opinions don't affect their position at the polls.

[quinnfabraymybeloved]

very bold of dr oliver wells to assume that angela montenegro, a raging queer, doesn’t know who emily dickinson is

[daily-dose-of-sweets]

Hello!! We have not interacted in while!! But I love you and I check your blog religiously!!<3 can I request some more lance sweets fluff? Or angst/fluff? Honestly whatever you’re willing to write I’ll be giddy to read. Ty! I love you so much!! I hope you’re doing well!!<3<3

@doctorsteeb

Hi!!! Just let me say I absolutely adore you and it makes me so happy to know someone likes my writing this much! I will totally try and write anything you request! I’ve got a few stories in the works for Sweets now, but here is a little late Christmas story for you! 

Christmas Greetings

Lance Sweets X Reader

Summary: After a year of being in a relationship with Sweets, you’re finally getting the chance to meet his family, or the people at the Jeffersonian in other words. Oh, and it’s at a Christmas party, for some holiday cheer this season.

Words: 2573

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“Are you sure they’ll like me?” You ask nervously, fingers shifting against the porcelain crockpot in your hands.

Sweets slips an arm around your waist and gives your side a gentle squeeze, “Trust me, they’ll love you.”

You take a deep breath and nod. It doesn’t really ease the nerves buzzing in your chest, but at least he is right there beside you. You and Lance had been in a relationship for a full year now, and you had yet to meet his colleagues somehow. It already feels like you know them though, from all the stories he’s told you, especially his partner Booth, and his wife Doctor Brennan. You’ve wanted to meet them for so long (which lead to quite consistent pestering on your part) but now that you’re finally standing here, your stomach is tying itself in a knot.

Christmas dinner is a huge deal, after all, and so are first impressions. What if they don’t like you? You weren’t in the science profession, so what will you even talk about? Sometimes you struggle to even understand some of the things Lance talks about, so how are you going to talk to the country’s foremost anthropologist?!

“Stop worrying, everything will be okay.”

You jump when you feel Sweets press a soft kiss to your forehead. His touch lingers, sending a soothing warmth flooding through you, finally easing the tension in your shoulders. Your eyes flutter closed as you lean into him, head resting against his shoulder for just a moment. When the two of you draw away, you tilt your chin up and let a smile capture your lips.

“Okay, I’m ready!”

Sweets chuckles and raps his knuckles against the door. Moments later, it swings wide open, letting the glow from inside cascade over you.

“Sweets!” You’re greeted by a man that towers over you, making you slightly shy away, but Lance keeps a steady hand pressed against the small of your back. The man gives your partner a side hug, clapping him on the back before turning to you with a wide smile, “And you must be (Y/n)! We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Oh really?” You glance over at Lance, who’s looking down with a bashful smile. His cheeks are glowing the softest rose color, which sends your heart thrumming. How can he be so cute?

“Is that Sweets and (Y/n)?” A woman comes rushing up behind the man. She offers you a sweet smile, just as vibrant as his.

Their excitement is so infectious, it fills you to the brim with a fresh energy, and now your own smile is wholly genuine. You weren’t expecting such a warm welcome! Why were you so worried about all of it, these people seem so wonderful.

“(Y/n), this is Booth, my partner at the FBI, and Doctor Brennan, the lead anthropologist at the Jeffersonian,” Sweets introduces you.

The woman, Doctor Brennan, is quick to shake your hand and say, “Please, call me Temperance, and come in. We are almost ready to eat, we have ham, and I also made a tofurkey.”

“Really?!” You gasp excitedly, darting in to follow her to the kitchen and leaving Sweets at the door, “I’ve been looking for a good seasonal tofu recipe for years! Could I possibly, maybe get it from you after dinner?”

You plop down your contribution to the meal and fall into an excited conversation with the scientist. You had no clue she was a vegetarian like you, and it’s not every day you get to talk to another! Sweets and Booth watch the two of you from the entrance, both sporting fond glints in their eyes.

“Thanks for inviting us, Booth,” Sweets hums as he shucks off his winter jacket, “(Y/n)’s been eager to meet the team, especially you and Doctor Brennan.”

The older man shrugs, though he has a pleased smile on his face, “Anytime Sweets! Bones will take any chance to make her ‘meat substitutes’. Remember how excited she got when you told her about it?”

Sweets nods, it is always memorable when Doctor Brennan shows such strong emotions, which wasn’t always often around him. He had even gotten the chance to help her plan the dinner, not that you knew about that. It filled him with warmth to watch you excitedly flutter around the kitchen, and to see how your eyes practically sparkled as you helped the anthropologist set up the dishes.

“You really love her, huh?”

A sigh escapes Sweets as he nods again, “I do. She’s amazing…”

Booth can’t help but feel a small swell of pride in his chest. He’d never admit it, but Sweets was like a little brother to him, and seeing the young psychologist so happy just put a cherry on top of the night he was having.

“Lance!” Sweets looks up at you, a wide grin spreading across his face when he sees you aggressively gesturing him over, all the while bouncing on the balls of your feet, “Come here! You have to check this out!!”

You know it must seem childish to some, but you can’t help but get thrilled over a good meal, especially when it’s vegetarian. You can’t wait for the day that you can make Christmas dinner for your family, spending the whole day cooking and then just being able to enjoy a nice night and some Christmas carols. Sweets would be right there beside you, and maybe a kid or two across the table. A boy and a girl…

“What is it?”

You jump, a fierce blush splashing across your cheeks when you whip around and come face to face with Lance. He’s standing so close, your noses are practically brushing. Your breath catches in your chest, and you spin back around, hoping he doesn’t notice just how red you’ve gotten. Stupid daydreaming, you totally forgot you called him over.

“Mrs. Temperance has this amazing recipe fo-” Your voice breaks when Sweets presses in close behind you, arms snaking around your waist. You clear your throat nervously, “-for um, for vegetarian casserole. She says it’s really good, so I was thinking I could, I could try making it sometimes!”

“That sounds wonderful,” Sweets hums, the words vibrating through his chest and against your back.

It feels like your entire face is on fire now, to the point where you feel like you need to call the fire department. There was more you were going to say, but it’s like all your thoughts have been put in a mixer and are now scattered throughout your mind.

“Stop torturing the poor girl, Sweets,” a smooth voice scolds from a few feet away.

You glance up to see a beautiful brunette with tanned skin, and right beside her stands a slightly shorter man with some of the curliest hair you’ve ever seen. You swat at Lance’s hands and twist away from his grip, embarrassment flaring deep in your chest. Nothing you could say would help the situation, so you just wave at them weakly.

“Angela, Hodgins, this is (Y/n),” Sweets says as he pulls you back to his side with a cheeky grin, “(Y/n), this is Angela Montenegro, our forensic artist. And this is Jack Hodgins, our entomologist.”

“And botanist, mineralogist, palynologist, chemist, among other things,” Hodgins continues with a casual shrug.

Angela elbows him in the ribs sharply, not letting her glittering expression fall for even a second. “Excuse my husband, he’s just really passionate about his work,” she chirps, “It’s really a pleasure to meet you. We’ve heard a lot about you from our dear Sweets here.”

“So I’ve heard,” you muse softly with a giggle, “It's nice to meet you too, by the way! Lance tells me you're also a traditional artist?”

You spend the night making conversation with all of Lance’s friends. You meet Cam and her partner, Arastoo, who are so lovely and gentle to you. You ask Arastoo all about his beliefs and how he came to work in forensics, and you even talk to Cam about her daughter. You also get to talk to some of the interns at the Jeffersonian. Each conversation just pulls you in, even if you don’t understand everything they’re saying. You’re literally talking to the leaders of forensic sciences, who wouldn’t take the chance to ask them all the questions and praise them for their work! Even through dinner, you share a quiet conversation with one intern, Finn, about his time before coming to Washington DC. Afterwards, you all take to lounging in the living room to enjoy some eggnog and story telling.

“So how did you and Sweets meet, huh?” Angela asks as she plops down next to you and Sweets on the couch.

The entire team falls quiet, all eyes immediately set intently on you. You shy back into Lance's embrace, which makes him chuckle and hold you tighter. Was your story really that interesting to all these people? Really?

“Do you want me to tell them?” Sweets asks you quietly, fingers brushing against the skin of your shoulder.

“Yeah, your memory’s better anyways.”

“He has to learn all that psychobabble somehow,” Booth jests from across the room, earning a disapproving look from his wife but some amused chuckles from the rest of the guests.

Sweets just rolls his eyes, easily brushing the jab off as he starts your story, “So, we actually met at a christmas party, just like this one. A mutual friend invited us and we started talking, and things just kind of...took off from there.”

You can’t help the snort of laughter that breaks from your lips when Lance trails off. He perks an eyebrow up, peering down at you in confusion, which only serves to send you into a bigger fit of giggles.

“What?” He asks, voice pitching up.

“Nothing, nothing,” you chortle, pressing a hand to your mouth to muffle your laughter, “You just left out a small tidbit. A pretty important tidbit.”

“Oh, did he?”

The room waits for you to calm down, but when you do, you just stare intently at Sweets with a raised eyebrow. Did he actually forget the beginning of the story? And right after you praised him for his memory! You wait for just a moment longer, the words perched on your tongue, waiting to see if he gets there on his own. It’s only when you see his eyes blow wide and his entire face flush red that you let the words tumble from your lips.

“What he failed to mention, is that we didn’t just meet and start talking. No, no.” Now it’s your turn to grin cheekily, “We met under the mistletoe, by chance, and you all know how the tradition goes. We started talking after that and found that we actually had a bit in common. It was about a month later that our mutual friend decided to share with me what actually happened that night.”

It begins to dawn on some people what you’re alluding to. You can hear some giggles ring out behind you from who you’re sure is Angela and the other women. Sweets is getting darker by the second, even his ears are tinged with that appealing rosy glow. This is totally payback for his teasing earlier.

“So, this is how the story actually goes, according to our friend,” you finally continue, “Apparently, I caught Lance’s eye when I got to the party. Back then though, he was a bit shier, and didn’t want to talk to me without a reason, sooo….he and our friend came up with a plan to have us meet under the mistletoe ‘accidentally’.” You break out some air quotes for the last word to stress just how silly the story is.

“Sweets, you dog,” Hodgins laughs.

“I never thought Sweets would come up with such a devious plan,” Temperance states amusedly.

“Alright, alright,” Sweets waves his hands in the air, looking thoroughly flustered much to your pleasure, “In my defense, she looked absolutely beautiful that night. Anyone would have been intimidated.”

Something warm and fuzzy fills your chest as you tuck yourself back into Lance’s side. To think, you almost didn’t go to that party last year. If you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have met the most amazing person in your life.

“I can’t say I mind too much,” you chirp, eyes closing as you rest your head on his chest like a content cat, “I think I’m pretty lucky to be the one who caught his eye.”

“You guys are disgustingly adorable,” Angela giggles next to you.

Maybe you are. You had never felt such a deep sense of affection for anyone, that is, until you met Lance. Now that you know what it feels like, you can’t help but return it full force, with every ounce of your being. He’s just been so good to you and has lifted you up in dark times over the past year. You couldn’t ask for anyone better, because you’re absolutely sure such a person doesn’t exist.

The rest of the night is spent telling stories and sharing sentiments. You stay tucked in Lance’s side the entire time, just enjoying the jovial tone and the sound of his laughter. When midnight rolls around, the party begins to wind down, filled with yawns and mumbled goodbyes as people take their leave. You and Sweets are some of the last to go, with Seeley and Temperance trailing you to the door.

“Thank you so much, again, for inviting us,” you murmur as you give the older woman a tight hug.

“Of course! You are welcome here anytime, and if you ever need anything, do not be afraid to call.”

“Yah, we’re always here to help. Though I’m sure Sweets here would do about anything for you,” Booth chuckles as he pulls away from giving Lance a hug.

Sweets gives his head a little shake and takes up his place next to you, “Thanks you guys, we really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it.” Booth gives a little wave, “You two have a good night. Oh, and you might want to take a look up,” he chimes right before closing the door.

Your eyes dart straight up at that, landing on a small plant hanging from the doorway. Breathless laughter shakes your chest, pale clouds lifting from your lips in the cold night air. It’s mistletoe.

“Did you do this?” You look at Lance, who has one of the smuggest smiles that you’ve ever seen on him.

He gives you a shrug and draws you closer by a hand on your hip, “Maybe…”

You shake your head at his antics, but you can’t ignore the butterflies that swirl around in your chest. Even after a year, he still makes your heart race.

“Well then, don’t leave me hanging.”

Lance doesn’t hesitate to cup your face, tilting your chin up so he can capture your lips in a sweet kiss. For just a moment, you forget the cold, you forget how late it is and how tired you are. All you can feel is the warmth of his body next to yours, the thrumming of his heart under your palm. Even when the kiss comes to an end, the two of you stay close, foreheads barely touching.

“I love you, (Y/n),” he murmurs oh so softly, for only you to hear.

“I love you too, Lance. Merry Christmas.”

Again, I love you all so much, and I hope your Christmas was absolutely amazing! Send in a request and I’ll be sure to try and write it!

[eggmarr]

one + one [marcus pike x reader] - 2

part 2: a study in art theft (and why blind dates never work out) (fem!reader)

a/n: here it is! i wanted to focus a bit more on how marcus and reader look on the outside to people who know them well before moving to the pov of someone outside in the next chapter. for reference; piper is basically angela montenegro, while andrews is hodgins with zach traits. (x)

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“So,” Piper began, unwrapping one of the sandwiches you’d gotten from the café across the street. “How did it go last night?”

You fixed tired eyes onto the nonchalant woman, lazily pointing a finger in her direction.

“The next time you send me on a blind date, please warn me if they’re one of your old hookups.”

“C’mon, it couldn’t have been...that bad?” She cringed, taking a sip from her water bottle. “Nope, can’t even pretend.”

“He got absolutely hammered, and did nothing but talk about you and apparently some wonderful thing you can do with-“

Her hand slapped over your mouth, eyes begging you to stop talking as Andrews and Pike walked through the doors of the lab.

He and Pike had been at odds for around a week before coming to a sort of mutual respect with each other. Apparently, he looked oddly similar to Patrick Jane, but you didn’t see it.

They stopped in their tracks at seeing Piper sprawled out on your desk, mint green nails shining from her hand’s position on the mouth of your alarmed expression.

“Should we run, Pike?”

“I dunno, Andrews. It seems like a reasonable idea.”

“Oh please,” She rolled her eyes, sitting back down into professionalism with a flip of her hair. “You’ve seen worse in this lab-“

“-So, I’m assuming you have something for me, Pike?”

You cleared your throat, quickly interrupting her before she went on the offensive or said something to embarrass either of you.

“Actually,” Andrews drawled, “We’re switching today. Pike needs Piper to do a reconstruction but another agent wants us at a scene.”

Piper frowns as you freeze, looking from you to Pike in confusion. Andrews knows how weird things get when you two get separated, and it’s really not in anyone’s best interest to deal with either of you like that.

“But-“

You attempt to speak up, but Andrews takes advantage of the silence to heave you out of your chair with your examination bag in hand.

“Agent Franklin gets tetchy when we aren’t on his time, remember? We’re already going to have to pick up coffee just to make sure he doesn’t lecture us when we get there-“

The lab doors shut with a small thud, leaving Piper alone with the oblivious idiot and his kicked-puppy face.

God, that kind of sadness should be illegal.

“Chin up, Romeo.” She tugged his arm, sitting the man in her extra chair and pulling up her reconstruction software. “Parting is such sweet sorrow, huh?”

“What?”

“...Never mind. What’s this reconstruction you need?”

*****

A light breeze whistled through the air as the wind chimes twinkled a small tune, blending well with the hustle and bustle in the park.

Andrews kept his distance as you sipped your coffee, a contemplative look on your face that made him triple-check Piper’s text with your order.

Turns out that Franklin was just putting in his transfer notice, so he decided to attempt to apologize with coffee.

“Doctor, I-“

“Can we make a stop before going back to the lab? I need to pass by a bookstore.”

“...Sure, but-“

You placed your phone back onto the table, lacing your hands together to look him in the eyes.

“Don’t apologize for professionalism, Henry. You were correct in assuming that Agent Franklin would need us for something important, so leading me out of the lab was the best solution to the task at hand.”

His shoulders relaxed.

“Don’t think this leaves you off the hook, though. I’ll need you to help me find the books I need.”

You eyed your former student as he went through several different emotions at once, settling on a subtle tone of defeat.

“Of course, Doctor. What are you looking for?”

“...What do you know about art history?”

[cb-conceptlibrary]

TW: Murder, autopsies, corpses in varying states of decomposition, FBI, danger, special authority investigation units, PTSD, psychology

Welcome to the Librarian’s Suggestions!

Today’s theme: Bones (TV show)

Plot: The series focuses on a special branch that works in collaboration with the FBI to solve murder cases in the Washington D.C. area. Using sophisticated equipment and experts in various fields, the team bands together to catch their murderers before things go further south.

Characters

Dr. Temperance Brennan “Bones”: The leader of the team who earns the nickname “Bones” from one of her colleagues, due to her focus on analyzing and studying bones of their victims. She is brilliant, meticulous, and sharp, but is not very savvy when it comes to pop culture references and jokes. At times, people consider her cold and distant, but she has shown emotion and compassion to those who care. Eventually she acknowledges her growing feelings for Special Agent Booth and they get married. On the side, she writes crime novels about her experiences.

FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth: The FBI agent who consults Bones for her expertise in identifying and determining the cause of death for his victim’s corpse. He gave her the nickname, which she detested initially, but came to accept over time. He has a son from a previous marriage and often is said to be the other person who balances out Bones and her rational mindset with his sympathy and compassion.

Angela Montenegro: In charge of facial reconstruction of their victims with a traditional art background. She will utilize 3D construction programs to help reconstruct their victims, as well as the manner/nature of how they died. She is the best friend of Bones, often trying to get the latter to get out and have fun once in a while. Often considered a free spirit who tries to put on a cheerful disposition to offset the grim nature of her work. Eventually she forms a relationship with Dr. Hodgins and they marry later on.

Dr. Jack Hodgins: The entomologist that is also an expert on spores and minerals. Bones relies on him to help look for trace evidence on their victim and determine the time of death. He comes from a wealthy family that supports the Institute that the team works for. Overtime he dates his co-worker Angela and they marry.

Dr. Camille Saroyan: Head of the Forensic Division and pathologist. She runs a tight ship and prefers order in the division. Initially she clashes with Bones, but they come to respect each other. Later on, she adopts a young woman who is the daughter of an old flame of hers, after the father is killed. At one point she attempts to meddle in her adopted daughter’s future when picking colleges, but everyone reminds her that she needs to trust her daughter and know that the latter is going to make mistakes, but learn from them.

Dr. Lance Sweets: The youngest on the team who is an FBI psychologist. Originally he was assigned to Bones and Booth to analyze their relationship, and eventually shows his skill with “reading” their suspects and humanizing the victims. Sarcastic, witty, and very knowledgeable on a variety of topics, he finds the relationship between Bones and Booth intriguing, leading him to write a book about them.

There are more characters, including temporary interns, allies, and enemies, which can be referenced at the Bones Wiki.

Possible Plots

Your muse works as an intern for the Jeffersonian Institute and is assigned to work with the team to solve crimes.

Your muse is one of the primary members of the Jeffersonian Institute team and works day in and day out to solve cases.

Your muse is a suspect in a recent case, having had previous ties to a victim that was discovered by the Jeffersonian Institute team.

Your muse is related to someone who works on the Jeffersonian Institute team. While your loved one tries to balance work and personal life, you worry about them, eventually getting tangled up in one of their cases.

Notes

Great for strong female characters who are interested in forensics, justice, and science.

Good for multimuse chatbots.

Good for groups of idols/characters.

A “married” pair of chatbots could be one of the pairs.

Can be overlaid on top of criminal/investigator/FBI themes as well.

@yanlee (OG) @detectivexsicheng @lawyer-mingyu @mafia-chae @hanjisung-bot @softboijisung @lixielee-chatbot @mafiafelixlee @your-seunghun @vampiremomo @yoursjennie @movie-itz-twice @leemafia @sydney-oc @seleneminnie @dandyboyseungminie @nvrendngstry @doll-seungmin @doll-hyunjin @doll-soobin @doll-jeongin @parisian-doyeon @scholar-lia @subbyhyunjinchatbot @yandere-bc @soft-hyunjin-chatbot @domyukhei @dungeonhybrids @yourgirl-cb @guitar-sihyeon @street-racer-hyunjin @softiehyunjinie @darkfaeskz @fairy-yeji @retro-chae @tattooistchannie @alexandersss @playgirljennie @skz-cb @eboyfelixbot @yourdaddychan @mafiajjh @djxningning @demon-lee @moonlit-jaemin

[crimsoncityhq]

mwf 30+? mwfc poc?

regina king,  lena hedy, angela davis, zooey deschanel, rosario dawson, rashida jones, kristin wiig,  mila kuniz,  lupita n'yongo, kerry washington, michelle pfeiffer, angela bassett,  cate blanchett,  Natalie Portman,  Amy Adams, Jessica Chastain,  Cobie Smulders,  Dichen Lachman,  Ashley Madekwe,  Maggie Q,  Rachel Weisz,  Yael Stone, Lucy Liu,  Olivia Wilde, Emmy Rossum,  Carla Gugino, Sandra Bullock, Stephanie Beatriz,  Melissa Fumero,  Reese Witherspoon,  danai guirerria,  Emily Blunt,  Kerry Washington,  Lana Parilla,  Rebecca Ferguson,  Michelle Williams,  Elizabeth Hurley,  Gina Torres, Connie Britton, Chandra Wilson, Kim Raver, Viola Davis,   Mary Elizabeth Winstead,  Constance Wu, Emma Thompson,  Diane Guerrero,  Gugu Mbatha- Raw,  Helen Mirren, Gabrielle Union, Salma Hayek,  Nathalie Emmanuel, Rose Leslie, Winona Ryder, Ming-Na Wen, Melora Hardin, Taraji P Henson, Jazzy Jones,  Jurnee Smollett, Goldshifteh Farahani, Aubrey Plaza , Sonoya Mizuno, Emmy Raver, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Thandie Newton, Penelope Cruz, Aja Naomi King, Natalie Dormer,marion cotillard, eva green, Logan Browning, Gemma Arterton, Christian Serratos, Issa Rae,  Marianne Jean-Baptiste, Wunmi Mosaku, hannah simone, michelle gomez, li jun li, ursula corbero, bianca santos, malese jow,  Julia Louis-Dreyfus,  berta vazquez, wakeema hollis, & tristan mays,

Bolded names would fit WCs under the cut if you’re interested non!  

( sandra oh, cisfemale, 53 ) I hear that DEIJI "DAISY" RAU-BYRNE is looking for their SPOUSE Word on the street is they look like JOHN CHO,LAVERNE COX,IDRIS ELBA,LUCY LIU,JERI RYAN,REESE WITHERSPOON,JAVIER BARDEM, PAUL RUDD, WINONA RYDER, MING-NA WEN, JASON BATEMAN, ADAM SCOTT, MELORA HARDIN, JOSH DUHAMEL,JOHN LIGHT,RACHEL WEISZ,JULIAN MCMAHON, TARAJI P HENSON, WILL YUN LEE, MICHAEL EALY, DAVID LEE MCINNIS,LORNE CARDINAL, ANY FC 45+ PREFand that the last time they saw them wasLAST NIGHT. YOUR CHARACTER HAD ARRIVED IN CHICAGO MONTHS BEFORE DEIJI LANDED WITH THE REST OF THE COUNCIL. TO BE HER EYES, AND BECAUSE SHE HAD MANIPULATED YOUR CHARACTER IN BELIEVING SHE WOULD SIGN THE DIVORCE PAPERS. THEIR RELATIONSHIP HAS BEEN VOLATILE, WORSE WITHIN THE LAST FEW MONTHS SHE HAS BEEN IN CHICAGO. THE COUPLE HAVE 3 KIDS.You SHOULD reach out to CRIMSONFAUX. ( manish dayal, cis male, 37 ) I hear that RAHI KUMAR is looking for their CLOSE/BEST FRIEND. Word on the street is they look like JAZZY JONES, JURNEE SMOLLETT, GOLDSHIFTEH FARAHANI, AUBREY PLAZA, SONOYA MIZUNO, EMMY RAVER, PHOEBE WALLER-BRIDGE,  AGE RANGE 34-37 and that the last time they saw them was THIS WEEK. CHARACTER MUST BE A CIVILIAN, REACH OUT FOR MORE DETAILS. You SHOULD reach out to RAHIKUMAR. ( yahya abdul-mateen ii, cis male, 38 ) I hear that JJ BAPTISTE is looking for their AIDE . Word on the street is they look like MAGGIE Q, DANAI GURIRA, LUPITA NYONG’O, THANDIE NEWTON, PENELOPE CRUZ, and that the last time they saw them was THIS WEEK. PART OF HIS 'CREW’, THIS WOMAN IS LOYAL TO JJ AND DOES HIS DIRTY WORK FOR HIM - UNDER VERY GOOD PAY. You SHOULD reach out to JJBAPTISTE. ( antoinette robertson, cisfemale, 32 ) I hear that SLOAN WASHINGTON is looking for their HEAD OF SECURITY. Word on the street is they look like RICHY WHITTLE, AJA NAOMI KING, CHRIS PINE, NATALIE DORMER OR UTP and that the last time they saw them was [Was recently at the mayor’s office. This person is someone that Sloan trust with her and her families life. They had grown up together in Chicago and kept in contact when she went to go live in Paris. They are the first and currently only person that knows about what happened in Paris. In fact, they were the one that instructed Sloan on how to get rid of the evidence by staging the fire. In her pursuit to dismantle the crime families of Chicago her head of security guard is the person she turns to the most often.] You SHOULD reach out to CRIMSXNBEAU. ( antoinette robertson , cis female, 32 ) I hear that SLOAN WASHINGTONE is looking for their PARIS FRIEND/ FORMER LOVEN. Word on the street is they look like MARION COTILLARD, GABRIELLE UNION, EVA GREEN, NATALIE DORMER and that the last time they saw them was NEARLY SIX YEARS AGO. IN PARIS BEFORE SHE LEFT TO RETURN TO THE STATES. THEY FELL OUT OF CONTACT TWO YEARS AGO AND SLOAN HASN’T HEARD FROM THEM SINCE; EVEN THOUGH SHE HAS MADE THE EFFORT TO LOOK FOR THEM. You SHOULD reach out to CRIMSXNBEAU. ( yahya abdul-mateen ii, cis male, 38 ) I hear that JJ BAPTISTE is looking for their FAUX FOLIE DANCERS/ESCORTS . Word on the street is they look like 25+, ANY GENDER. SUGGESTIONS: LOGAN BROWNING, MANNY MONTANA, TATI GABRIELLE, KEKE PALMER, DAVIKA HOORNE, BRIGHT VACHIRAVIT, GABRIELLE UNION, BARRETT DOSS, ZANE HOLTZ, ELLIOT KNIGHT, ALEXANDRA SHIPP, NATHAN MITCHELL, KIMBERLEY ANNE WALTEMAS, ISSA RAE, JANELLE MONAE, NAOMI SCOTT, CHRISTIAN SERRATOS, PHILIPPA SOO, KATIE LEUNG, GEMMA ARTERTON, SAMARA WEAVING, THANDIE NEWTON, KRISTIN KREUK, MATTEO MARTARI, LESLEY-ANN BRANDT, ALEXANDRA SHIPP, ELODIE YUNG and that the last time they saw them was WHENEVER.(3/4) You SHOULD NOT reach out to JJBAPTISTE. NON SPECIFIC FC’S ( any fc you choose could fit the below WC’s as well)

( lauren cohan, cisfemale, 33) I hear that EDITH COHEN is looking for their SOBER COACH. Word on the street is they look like ANY FC (25+), and the last time they saw them was I HAVE A FEW IDEAS TO BOUNCE AROUND ABOUT THEM. I DON’T PLAN ON THIS BEING A SHIPPY CONNECTION. THIS PERSON WILL HELP BRIDGE HER SOBRIETY SO SHE CAN START TO FLY AGAIN. You SHOULD reach out to CRIMSONFAUX. . ( zendaya, female, 22 ) I hear that DIAMOND WASHINGTON is looking for their PERSONAL ASSISTANT. Word on the street is they look like UTP ANY GENDER, and that the last time they saw them was A DAY AGO, WHEN THEY CAME OVER TO CHECK ON DIAMOND - CHECKING ON HER WAS A NEARLY DAILY THING…IF IT WASN’T FOR HER ASSISTANT, DIAMOND’S LIFE WOULD BE CHAOS. SHE LITERALLY DEPENDS ON THEM FOR EVERYTHING. THEY HAVE BEEN DIAMOND’S PERSONAL ASSISTANT FOR THE PASSED FOUR YEARS, AND THE TWO OF THEM HAVE BECOME EXTREMELY CLOSE. THEY TAKE THEIR JOB SERIOUSLY AND MAKE SURE THAT DIAMOND’S DAILY SCHEDULE IS RUNNING SMOOTHLY. THEY’VE VERY MUCH BECOME LIKE AN OLDER SIBLING / BEST FRIEND TO DIAMOND. THE TWO MEET UP NEARLY DAILY FOR WORK AND NON-WORK RELATED HANGOUTS. OUT OF EVERYONE ELSE IN DIAMOND’S LIFE (EVEN HER FAMILY), HER PA IS THE ONLY ONE THAT REALLY KNOWS OF THE STRUGGLES DIAMOND IS GOING THROUGH, MENTALLY. THIS WC CAN BE ANY GENDER, ANY FC, SO LONG AS THEY’RE 25+ IN AGE You SHOULD NOT / BUT CAN reach out to SILVERNCRIMSON. ( chance perdomo, cismale, 25 ) I hear that AUDRIC NOIRE is looking for their ELDER SIBLING. Word on the street is they look like FC UTP MUST BE POC, and that the last time they saw them was IN A PHOTO WITH HIS FATHER. AUDRIC IS UNAWARE OF HIS FATHER'S SIDE OF THE FAMILY, ANY SIBLINGS ETC, AND HIS FATHER HAS SINCE PASSED. You SHOULD reach out to CRIMSONFAUX. ( yahya abdul-mateen ii, cis male, 38 ) I hear that JJ BAPTISTE is looking for their EMPLOYEE IN HIS DEBT. . Word on the street is they look like MALE AND FEMALE FCS FCS 30+. REACH OUT OR REFER TO EMPLOYEES WC FOR SUGGESTIONS. and that the last time they saw them was LAST WEEK. THE MEGARA TO HIS HADES. THIS CHARACTER MADE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL WITH JJ SOME TIME AGO — IT CHOULD HAVE BEEN MONEY, OR A FAVOR, WHAT HAVE YOU — BUT THEY COULDN’T AFFORD TO PAY HIM BACK, SO NOW THEY WORK FOR HIM AS A MEANS TO PAY THE DEBT OFF.(0/2) You SHOULD reach out to JJBAPTISTE. ( yahya abdul-mateen ii, cis male, 38 ) I hear that JJ BAPTISTE is looking for their FORMER LOVER, FRIEND, OR WORK PARTNER.. Word on the street is they look like FCS 30 - 40 FOR LOVER, 30-50 FOR OTHER and that the last time they saw them was LONG TIME AGO. THIS PERSON EITHER BETRAYED, CHALLENGED, OR WRONGED JJ IN SOME WAY AND GOT A GLIMPSE OF HIS DARK SIDE, AND JJ DID SOMETHING TO GET BACK AT THEM IN HOPES THEY’D LEARNED THEIR LESSON; THIS COULD BE PLOTTED TO FIT THE WC. You SHOULD reach out to JJBAPTISTE. ( wagner moura, cis male, 47 ) I hear that NICOLAU ‘NICO’ MONTENEGRO DE SÁ is looking for their NON CORRUPT COPS. Word on the street is they look like ANY FC AGED 35+, and that the last time they saw them was YESTERDAY. NICO IS DETERMINED TO END THE GANG VIOLENCE IN CHICAGO, AND FOR THIS, HE’LL NEED A SOLID TEAM - WHO ARE JUST AS COMMITTED AS HE IS. NO NEED TO MESSAGE PRIOR TO APPLYING, BUT WELCOME TO! You SHOULD NOT reach out to MONTENCGRO. ( lucien laviscount, cismale, 29 ) I hear that ZANE WASHINGTON is looking for their EX GIRLFRIEND(S).. Word on the street is they look like FC UTP ( CIS OR TRANS FEMALES AGED 23 - 40 ), and that the last time they saw them was (0/4) SPORADIC DATES. ZANE OFTEN TRAVELED THE WORLD BEFORE HE GOT STUCK TAKING CARE OF THE FUNERAL HOME. HE HAD A HABIT OF BRINGING HIS GIRLFRIEND AT THE TIME WITH HIM TO CHICAGO AND THEN DUMPING HER SOON AFTER. HIS LAST GIRLFRIEND HE WOULD HAVE LAST SEEN ONE MONTH AGO AND WOULD HAVE CAME BACK TO CHICAGO WITH HIM IN 2019 TO RUN THE FUNERAL HOME. THESE CHARACTERS CAN'T BE A CHICAGO NATIVE. ALL OTHER DETAILS ARE UTP. . You SHOULD reach out to  CRIMSONFAUX. ( tessa thompson, she/her, 35 ) I hear that LORELAI FAUST is looking for their BAR TENDER EMPLOYEE AT DIRTY HARRY’S. Word on the street is they look like ANY FC, and that the last time they saw them was THEY’RE A NEW EMPLOYEE FOR RECENTLY OPENED DIRTY HARRY’S. THEY DO NOT KNOW ABOUT LORELAI’S CRIMINAL SIDE VENTURE BELOW THE BAR. You SHOULD NOT reach out to REVELAARE. ( tessa thompson, she/her, 35 ) I hear that LORELAI FAUST is looking for their STAGE TECHNICIAN EMPLOYEE AT DIRTY HARRY’S. Word on the street is they look like ANY FC, and that the last time they saw them was THEY’RE A NEW EMPLOYEE FOR RECENTLY OPENED DIRTY HARRY’S. THEY DO NOT KNOW ABOUT LORELAI’S CRIMINAL SIDE VENTURE BELOW THE BAR. You SHOULD NOT reach out to REVELAARE.

[scige]

「madelyn cline & cis female」⇾ beaumont, saige, the senior radcliffe student’s records show that she is a cancer and 22 years old. she is studying linguistics + criminal psychology, living in noland and can be blithe, energetic, evasive & irrational. when i see her i am reminded of the familiar riff of an old song, skinned knees with laughter following, and wishes on eyelashes stuck to your cheekbones. ⇽「james & 21 & est & they/them.」

N HERE IS MY LAST CHILD FR NOW ... both happy n sad ... god ... bites fist. alright. let’s go!

TW CHILD ABUSE, DRUG USE, ALCOHOLISM, ADDICTION, DEATH, HIT & RUN CAR ACCIDENTS, GRIEF, GUILT

aesthetics.

stick n’ pokes at 2am – when your drunk and giggling too much in between purposeful stabs, avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk because they’re bad luck and they’ll break your mother’s back – even if your mother doesn’t love you, because you love her, the familiar riff in an old song – one that’s got you strumming along silently; there is no guitar, only empty air lit by the christmas lights you haven’t taken down. it’s may. swallowing down shots, and by default, swallowing down problems. laughing quick, easily, constantly. skinned knees from skateboarding, despite being rubbish at it. wishes on eyelashes stuck to your cheekbones, glitter sticking, running into the ocean at sunrise; feeling at home. excuses, and the many forms they come in. telling people you love them through hand squeezes and fresh muffins, sideways glances and soft, eager grins.

basic info.

full name: saige alouette beaumont

nickname(s): n/a :/ give her some

b.o.d. - july 7th, cancer

label(s): the hedonist, the icarcian, the reveler, etc.

height: 5′7″

hometown: thibodaux, louisiana

sexuality: bisexual w/ a very slight preference towards masc-presenting folks

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inspired by: serena van der woodsen (gossip girl), aimee gibbs (sex education), alexis rose (schitt’s creek), elle woods (legally blonde), rapunzel (tangled), clementine (eternal sunshine of a spotless mind), angela montenegro (bones), tinkerbell (peter pan), late 2000 / early 2010s kesha… i don’t know because she’s not actually inspired by anybody i made her when i was like 13 HDSJBKFNGHJLDS

biography.

the fallible daughter of two very infallible people: robert beaumont, US lieutenant general (soon to be US general), and manon lévesque, world renowned fashion designer on levels par with gucci and versace. both cold, calculating, and purposeful.

no matter how much she wants to believe otherwise, saige is sure that she was not created out of love. it was an action with a purpose, intentions to create the perfect child. the hybrid of both military genius and fashion extraordinaire. a proper socialite. a 1% citizen. molded to their will.

born in thibodaux, louisiana (surrounded by her father’s family - a long line of old money southern magnates & moguls with a history of beauty pageant winners in each woman) - it took them no more than six months after her birth for her parents to up and move, thus beginning a cycle of packing and unpacking, flying and driving, state-to-state and country-to-country. the longest saige had ever stayed in one place was two years, until radcliffe. even then - conditioned to never become truly attached to a place, she has the urge to up and run away at any given moment, onto the next adventure.

she was kept on a short leash, home-schooled, and learning skills she had no interest in (from cooking to sewing to ballroom dancing - to fencing and firearm safety and self defense) - more like a pet, a project, than a child. the world moved all around her, but she was bound to what her parents allowed her to see. a bird in a cage of thorns.

it was hard to keep and maintain friends - there one day, gone the next. a ghost you could see, clear as day, but never touch - never fully, at least. even if she tried with all her might.

would run from bodyguards (their version of nannies - robert beaumont is a paranoid man with too many enemies to count) into festival crowds and climb out of windows in the middle of the night to swim in lakes with the locals she’d met only hours earlier - as soon as she realized that there was something wrong with the way she lived.

even if it resulted in punishment, military exercises in the form of her own personal boot camp (she’d been forced to do chin-ups, once, when she ripped an expensive gown at the tender age of seven. not since, however, after she wound up sobbing on the floor - instead they moved on. delicate teacups stacked across her back as she did push-ups, the more she did the more that slipped & broke)

she absorbed as she could, as much as she could get; an intense, undying love for a world she always craved to see.

this was the start of something dangerous - a phase that never seemed to end, rebellion coursing through her veins. a wild child in the making, unknowing of limits. she landed herself in any crowd she could squeeze into - bad crowds, in particular and more often than not - they introduced her, the sheltered girl, into a world she hadn’t quite known existed until then.

ran away briefly at the age of fifteen with a man three years older than her & nearly ended up in a tabloid magazine because of it - if it hadn’t been for her parents’ money. though guilt from her parents’ disappointment weighed on her, the thrill fueled something much worse.

from there on, she’d been labeled as a ‘problem child’ - from public intoxication to vandalism, it was clear their daughter was unraveling and nothing could possibly contain her.

boarding school had been an attempt to stop it, enrolled her freshmen year in hopes that she’d come out a proper woman. but being located in new york with easy access to the upper east side of manhattan - it’d been futile.

there’d only been a few significant events during her time there - the death of a classmate (one of her closest friends’ boyfriends) and a ski trip that nearly resulted in her own death, skiing while drunk on a closed off course, in memory of him and the traditions they’d had. the first time she fell in love, and months of pining - running in circles, fights and hiccups and confessions in the dramatic manner all high school relationships seem to be like. they’d finally gotten together - officially, no more sneaking around or pretending - when her parents paid a surprise visit. a rare occasion, nerve-wracking. dangerous. to keep a story short - she’d accidentally exposed her own drug use in their presence, the simple act of pills falling from a purse - and that’d been it. she was gone the next day, with no word to anybody and hardly a word since.

they told family she needed a change of pace, and rumors in her old school said that she’d been expelled, that she’d been sent to the french countryside to live with her grandmother.

she’d only gone to washington, that was all. france was too good, and she was too undeserving. instead she was enrolled in public school, only a quarter through her junior year. her parents rarely spoke to her - rarely in town, the only eyes kept on her were security cameras and the occasional check-in by family friends (the new word for bodyguards, apparently)

but as always - when left alone, saige scrambled to find somewhere she fit, somewhere to tuck herself away in the comfort of other people. a small group, but a loyal group - harmless minus a few miscellaneous charges that they said every small town kid had, at some point. they were safe, they were family - as close as she could get. at least, she had thought so. had really believed it.

she hadn’t intended to go to university after graduating high school, not yet eighteen - not for another month or two, at least. she wanted to travel, meet new people and learn new languages (she’d learned four, already, but had always been a glutton. craved to know more, as if she unlocked secrets with every phrase she could speak) and just. exist.

maybe she should’ve. should’ve left as quick as possible, and never turn back.

saige mysteriously disappeared from the public eye for an entire year, the entirety of her 18th year on earth, before promptly showing up at radcliffe university, ready to learn.

it’d been a year of legal cases & lawsuits & avoiding prison with expensive lawyers and a lot of money.

the getaway driver for an armed robbery at a bank, an unknowing accomplice until her supposed friend ran out from the building and jumped in her car, screaming for her to drive, drive, drive. it had only supposed to have been a quick stop before a road trip to the coast. nobody was supposed to get hurt. but scared, and high, saige had obeyed - and by doing so, led a police chase and, of course, a hit & run that eventually led to saige crashing the car midst breakdown.

the sole victim survived, thankfully - and the beaumonts have been paying the medical bills since. her friend - the one who started it all - was charged & sentenced. but saige got off relatively scot-free. just a year of community service, a slap on the wrist (and the growing wallets of all involved in handling her case). it would’ve made national news if her parents hadn’t stepped in - favors called, resulting in only local headlines.

they hadn’t spoken to her since then. three years of radio silence. she’d think they were dead if it hadn’t been the steady flow of money in her bank account. their silence only feels like a threat of what’s to come if she fucks up again.

ever since - she’s avoided causing too much trouble, still very much the party girl she’d like to be, but staying out of headlines and tabloids. partially in fear of her parents finally cutting ties, permanently, and partially in fear that she’ll end up costing someone else their life with her own selfishness.

UPDATE: she did not avoid trouble n got disowned after a high speed yacht chase it was. a lot. anyways she’s lying to everyone n pretending she’s still rich while rapidly losing money to lawsuit bills n hospital bills n just <3 a whole lot <3 has had to sell her favorite cars and her favorite bass guitar. sheds the smallest tear. spent the summer couch-hopping bt pretending she wasn’t couch-hopping and being :/ really messy. not a good fun look! sucks ... disappeared fr like a straight week n then popped up like hehe wat’s up :D. sighs sm.

personality.

she is so … bubbly. so fucking bubbly. she’s has so much energy in her. goes running every morning and every night and swims almost every afternoon and she’s never tired, even if she hasn’t slept the last night and even if she’s been dancing for five hours in a club in high heels and nothing but vodka in her system. the personification of a coke bottle shaken up, if the coke bottle in question could laugh and smile at you and make you feel, somehow, at home even though you’d only met her in the bathroom queue.

tries her hardest to be the happy fun friend, the cool friend, the one who can hook you up with whatever you need because she sleeps with her drug dealer and gets discounts, but like, it’s totally okay because they’re also friends.

generally comes off as very confident of herself, and fearless, and reckless but like - fun reckless. the kind of reckless you wouldn’t mind to be around because she takes your worries and acknowledges them and reassures you that it’s fine, that it’s grand, even when it may definitely not be.

takes a lot. so much. could ramble for days, hand gestures and all. never stops talking. never.

if she wants to do something, she’ll do it and there’s not very much you can do to stop her. stubborn, but at the same time easy going? very go go go. mischievous. even if she’s trying to do something stupid you kind of just like … have to let her do it, or otherwise she’ll mope for three hours and pout at you and then you’ll feel questionably guilty, which is admittedly a little manipulative on her end and isn’t the best thing, but i never said she’s the best person ever because she’s most certainly … not.

a vegetarian because meat makes her physically sick, like, she’s got a weird intolerance to it and it’s not quite an allergy because it’s really just red meats but she’ll get a tummy ache.

her vocabulary consists of a lot of ‘likes’ and ‘ums’ and ‘yknows’, y’know? her statements always sound like questions.

99% sure she has adhd but she’s never been diagnosed because her parents simply would not allow her to go to therapy so if she does have any neurological disorders, mental illness, and the likes of those - she doesn’t know and doesn’t know where to even begin to find out. her parents? fucking suck.

like i said, she’s currently not on speaking terms with them. more of their decision than hers. she still loves them, a lot - and there’s a part of her that believes that they still love her, that they have to, because she’s not disowned yet. even though they haven’t said more than ten words to her since she was eighteen - as long as they keep sending her money, they still care - right?

owns four cars … bad idea considering her past, but alas. spending her money is a coping mechanism and she likes to drive because it’s a form of freedom. anyways. all her cars are on campus and she’s probably not allowed to have them all on campus but she does. one’s a sleek sports car, the other is a jacked up pick-up truck that’s decked out in like … LED lights and shit, the third one is the same exact fucking mustang from the princess diaries because she’s obsessed with the movie & usually gets what she wants. the fourth is a mini cooper.

she’s a photographer (for funsies) and the walls of her room in noland are covered in photographs and art and taped-down plants. her room in general is really cluttered. like, it’s super homey. super cozy. but it’s a mess. clothes everywhere, she’s got a pile of instruments and other miscellaneous hobbies that she wanted to do and then either never did, or did for a few days and got bored of and haven’t touched since.

i mentioned earlier that she was taught a bunch of skills when growing up - and like, she doesn’t really utilize any of them? knitting, sewing, cookie, three different forms of ballroom dancing - all gone to waste and she’s pretty rusty on most of it, but it’s there. in her mind. it’s kind of neat and i promise she’s not a mary sue it’s just her upbringing HBSJKDFNLG she’s really nuanced i swear. anyways she can also work a gun and a car engine but hates half of the things she knows how to do because she was forced to learn these things.

she plays bass guitar. loves it, loves her guitar. treasured item. she knows violin & piano too but she fucking hates piano & is mostly indifferent towards violin. she can hold a note in other instruments but it’s like. not great.

got really into languages at a young age due to her constant traveling and started learning them unprompted. her mother is like. literally french. a french citizen. so she grew up learning english & french but from there on she’s gotten fluent in spanish (similar 2 french) and latin (dead languages are fun) and then she’s working on a few others like mandarin and german and scottish gaelic specifically but she mostly just knows a few phrases here and there. like, enough to get her through a city if needed.

like she’s super smart and very talented but she’s also ditzy as hell. big dumbass energy to the point where maybe you don’t realize that she’s actually really good at a lot of things because it’s not like she really flaunts it either?

she’s just very reckless, and very much a party girl. has quite the collection of drugs & uses socially, but also alone and throughout the day. rarely sober.

high functioning alcoholic and at this point she doesn’t really know what she’s like when she’s completely sober? which is really bad but she’s convinced that if she goes sober she’ll just be miserable and horrible because at her very core she believes she’s like. the worst human being alive. like very deep issues of self loathing covered by baileys in her morning coffee and 23 crystal lite packets in her yeti cup that happens to be filled with vodka.

this has been a budding problem that was developed since she was a young teenager. the ehem. situation that happened when she was eighteen only amplified it.

is essentially wearing a mask of confidence and giddiness and flirtatiousness because she doesn’t want people to think she’s not doing well, because she isn’t.

loves so much. loves everything, so much. everything, everybody. falls in love like five times a day but nothing really sticks to her either, for the most part. i hate to say it but she does flock to shitty people / general assholes because that’s just … how she is, that’s what she’s surrounded herself with her entire life. even her high school boyfriend was an asshole - just like, not to her, which made it Okay in her mind. she finds these kind of people like … super interesting which is really questionable but y’know what? we’re fine. it’s fine. i’m fine.

she sleeps around often, to be frank. she hates being alone and she rarely sleeps in her own dorm unless someone is in there sleeping with her. otherwise she’s at different houses. could be a friend’s bed, could be a stranger’s. has slept with the entire baseball team, probably. she’s also the type of person who’ll try and maintain a positive, good friendship with whoever she sleeps with because she hates the idea of having a regrettable encounter and just. refuses.

this is kind of a problem because she blurs the lines between friendship and Something More too often, and with too many people. wants to be loved but it’s never enough. probably ends up hurting people without realizing it because they think they have something super special but she does this with a lot of people and it’s super :/

does stick and pokes a whole bunch. she can’t draw for shit so they’re not great but she thinks they’re fun and she’s been doing it for a while so like, who cares, right? let her give you one :)

gets sent dress prototypes and like. drafts of designs & articles of clothing from her fashion lines that aren’t out yet and won’t be for a while by her very own mother. saige absolutely gives them all away, for the most part. or it sits in her closet, and stays there. her go-to gift for birthday presents, or christmas gifts, or whenever she feels like it. like, feel free to raid her closet?

ok that’s all. love her.

wanted connections.

a best friend… someone who sticks by her side even though she is a certified Mess.

a ride or die… is it the same as a best friend? maybe. but it’s got a fancy name and i want both so :)

close friends… she’s really friendly and the kind of girl to have been really popular in high school but didn’t care for it and talks to everybody like she’s known them her entire life, so. she’d have a good amount of these!

grumpy friend… to balance her happy friend. she’ll fuck them up in a friendship way. with her cheerfulness.

party pals… they don’t talk much outside of parties but they’re practically glued to the hip when they’re at them. hold your hair back kind of close.

frenemies… or fake friends, toxic friends, people who use her for money or like … sex, or whatever? anything? people who barely tolerate her because she gives them stuff sometimes.

bad influences… they just encourage her to do more, be worse, never get better.

good influences… like … YOINK! stop being an idiot! do your homework! idot!

a tutor… because she’s like…smart…but she’s also stupid…super bad at math & science. help her.

hook ups… friends with benefits, a one night stand that is a little? awkward? since then. past & present tenses. :)

exes… she’s noncommittal so they likely wouldn’t have lasted very long but? yolo? she can be a heartbreaker, as marina said, as a treat? whether they dated or were fucking … either works. but i do love angst :)

one-sided hatred… someone who just fucking … despises her. but she doesn’t realize because she’s an idiot and thinks they’re just like. joking around! like they’re best buddies!

annoyance… but she’s the annoyance. she’s the thorn in their side.

ex-best friend… where something happened between them, like, anything, and it ruined their friendship forever. very sad. angst potential, though.

but like. i’ll take anything.

steals your mail… who knows why?

cat escape… he keeps running away and she keeps letting him inside her room even though she’s allergic…

married old couple… the kind of friendship where they always bicker like they’ve been together for fifty years, but it’s purely platonic (or is it? slowburn BAYBEY. DENIAL babyey.)

off and on again… i think that one that’s not good for them because they enable each other & only get like … angry at each other, and it’s like, messy. but it’s super hard to stop. probably reminds her of high school so that’s why she tries so hard to stick around, but alas. it’s not good. it’s toxic. stop it.

the drug dealer… the one she sleeps with… even though she can just pay for it because she’s rich but like. it’s funner this way.

blurred status… like, it’s just really confusing of what they are? are they, aren’t they? the relationship status is just … muddled. she’s a mess and gets involved with too many people without intending to. potential to hurt feelings. :)

please. take her. give me connections.

[goingknowherewastaken]

10 Characters

Tagged by @thesoftdumbass (thank you ❤️)

The point: list ten fave characters from ten different fandoms!

Jim Kirk (Star Trek AOS)

Deanna Troi (Star Trek TNG)

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman (DC Comics)

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Jaskier (The Witcher)

Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice)

Elizabeth Swann (PotC)

Pikachu with Ryan Reynold's voice (Detective Pikachu)(I don't care, I'm making this count)

Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)(kid deserved a redemption arc)

Angela Montenegro (Bones)

Tagging: @jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets @outside-the-government @thevalesofanduin @cuddlememerrick @insane-sociopath

[altscige]

『MADELYN CLINE ❙ CIS FEMALE』 ⟿ looks like SAIGE BEAUMONT is here for HER JUNIOR year as a LINGUISTICS student. SHE is 21 years old & known to be BLITHE, ENERGETIC, EVASIVE & IRRATIONAL. They’re living in NOLAND, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ JAMES. 20. EST. SHE/THEY.

hi sorry this took so long i ws on hiatus bt turns out thts exactly how long i need to churn out these new blogs so BJKSADNKFJG also r i p babe bt i miss saige ... she’s an old muse of mine n she’s rly grand i think pls love her ok thank u pls LIKE this if u’d like to plot

TW CHILD ABUSE, DRUG USE, ALCOHOLISM, ADDICTION, DEATH, HIT & RUN CAR ACCIDENTS, GRIEF, GUILT

aesthetics.

stick n’ pokes at 2am – when your drunk and giggling too much in between purposeful stabs, avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk because they’re bad luck and they’ll break your mother’s back – even if your mother doesn’t love you, because you love her, the familiar riff in an old song – one that’s got you strumming along silently; there is no guitar, only empty air lit by the christmas lights you haven’t taken down. it’s may. swallowing down shots, and by default, swallowing down problems. laughing quick, easily, constantly. skinned knees from skateboarding, despite being rubbish at it. wishes on eyelashes stuck to your cheekbones, glitter sticking, running into the ocean at sunrise; feeling at home. excuses, and the many forms they come in. telling people you love them through hand squeezes and fresh muffins, sideways glances and soft, eager grins.

basic info.

full name: saige alouette beaumont

nickname(s): n/a :/ give her some

b.o.d. - july 7th, cancer

label(s): the hedonist, the icarcian, the reveler, etc.

height: 5′7″

hometown: thibodaux, louisiana

sexuality: bisexual w/ a very slight preference towards masc-presenting folks

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inspired by: serena van der woodsen (gossip girl), aimee gibbs (sex education), alexis rose (schitt’s creek), elle woods (legally blonde), rapunzel (tangled), clementine (eternal sunshine of a spotless mind), angela montenegro (bones), tinkerbell (peter pan), late 2000 / early 2010s kesha... i don’t know because she’s not actually inspired by anybody i made her when i was like 13 HDSJBKFNGHJLDS

biography.

the fallible daughter of two very infallible people: robert beaumont, US lieutenant general (soon to be US general), and manon lévesque, world renowned fashion designer on levels par with gucci and versace. both cold, calculating, and purposeful.

no matter how much she wants to believe otherwise, saige is sure that she was not created out of love. it was an action with a purpose, intentions to create the perfect child. the hybrid of both military genius and fashion extraordinaire. a proper socialite. a 1% citizen. molded to their will.

born in thibodaux, louisiana (surrounded by her father’s family - a long line of old money southern magnates & moguls with a history of beauty pageant winners in each woman) - it took them no more than six months after her birth for her parents to up and move, thus beginning a cycle of packing and unpacking, flying and driving, state-to-state and country-to-country. the longest saige had ever stayed in one place was two years, until radcliffe. even then - conditioned to never become truly attached to a place, she has the urge to up and run away at any given moment, onto the next adventure.

she was kept on a short leash, home-schooled, and learning skills she had no interest in (from cooking to sewing to ballroom dancing - to fencing and firearm safety and self defense) - more like a pet, a project, than a child. the world moved all around her, but she was bound to what her parents allowed her to see. a bird in a cage of thorns.

it was hard to keep and maintain friends - there one day, gone the next. a ghost you could see, clear as day, but never touch - never fully, at least. even if she tried with all her might. 

would run from bodyguards (their version of nannies - robert beaumont is a paranoid man with too many enemies to count) into festival crowds and climb out of windows in the middle of the night to swim in lakes with the locals she’d met only hours earlier - as soon as she realized that there was something wrong with the way she lived.

even if it resulted in punishment, military exercises in the form of her own personal boot camp (she’d been forced to do chin-ups, once, when she ripped an expensive gown at the tender age of seven. not since, however, after she wound up sobbing on the floor - instead they moved on. delicate teacups stacked across her back as she did push-ups, the more she did the more that slipped & broke)

she absorbed as she could, as much as she could get; an intense, undying love for a world she always craved to see.

this was the start of something dangerous - a phase that never seemed to end, rebellion coursing through her veins. a wild child in the making, unknowing of limits. she landed herself in any crowd she could squeeze into - bad crowds, in particular and more often than not - they introduced her, the sheltered girl, into a world she hadn’t quite known existed until then.

ran away briefly at the age of fifteen with a man three years older than her & nearly ended up in a tabloid magazine because of it - if it hadn’t been for her parents’ money. though guilt from her parents’ disappointment weighed on her, the thrill fueled something much worse.

from there on, she’d been labeled as a ‘problem child’ - from public intoxication to vandalism, it was clear their daughter was unraveling and nothing could possibly contain her.

boarding school had been an attempt to stop it, enrolled her freshmen year in hopes that she’d come out a proper woman. but being located in new york with easy access to the upper east side of manhattan - it’d been futile.

there’d only been a few significant events during her time there - the death of a classmate (one of her closest friends’ boyfriends) and a ski trip that nearly resulted in her own death, skiing while drunk on a closed off course, in memory of him and the traditions they’d had. the first time she fell in love, and months of pining - running in circles, fights and hiccups and confessions in the dramatic manner all high school relationships seem to be like. they’d finally gotten together - officially, no more sneaking around or pretending - when her parents paid a surprise visit. a rare occasion, nerve-wracking. dangerous. to keep a story short - she’d accidentally exposed her own drug use in their presence, the simple act of pills falling from a purse - and that’d been it. she was gone the next day, with no word to anybody and hardly a word since.

they told family she needed a change of pace, and rumors in her old school said that she’d been expelled, that she’d been sent to the french countryside to live with her grandmother.

she’d only gone to washington, that was all. france was too good, and she was too undeserving. instead she was enrolled in public school, only a quarter through her junior year. her parents rarely spoke to her - rarely in town, the only eyes kept on her were security cameras and the occasional check-in by family friends (the new word for bodyguards, apparently)

but as always - when left alone, saige scrambled to find somewhere she fit, somewhere to tuck herself away in the comfort of other people. a small group, but a loyal group - harmless minus a few miscellaneous charges that they said every small town kid had, at some point. they were safe, they were family - as close as she could get. at least, she had thought so. had really believed it.

she hadn’t intended to go to university after graduating high school, not yet eighteen - not for another month or two, at least. she wanted to travel, meet new people and learn new languages (she’d learned four, already, but had always been a glutton. craved to know more, as if she unlocked secrets with every phrase she could speak) and just. exist.

maybe she should’ve. should’ve left as quick as possible, and never turn back.

saige mysteriously disappeared from the public eye for an entire year, the entirety of her 18th year on earth, before promptly showing up at radcliffe university, ready to learn.

it’d been a year of legal cases & lawsuits & avoiding prison with expensive lawyers and a lot of money.

the getaway driver for an armed robbery at a bank, an unknowing accomplice until her supposed friend ran out from the building and jumped in her car, screaming for her to drive, drive, drive. it had only supposed to have been a quick stop before a road trip to the coast. nobody was supposed to get hurt. but scared, and high, saige had obeyed - and by doing so, led a police chase and, of course, a hit & run that eventually led to saige crashing the car midst breakdown.

the sole victim survived, thankfully - and the beaumonts have been paying the medical bills since. her friend - the one who started it all - was charged & sentenced. but saige got off relatively scot-free. just a year of community service, a slap on the wrist (and the growing wallets of all involved in handling her case). it would’ve made national news if her parents hadn’t stepped in - favors called, resulting in only local headlines.

they hadn’t spoken to her since then. three years of radio silence. she’d think they were dead if it hadn’t been the steady flow of money in her bank account. their silence only feels like a threat of what’s to come if she fucks up again.

ever since - she’s avoided causing too much trouble, still very much the party girl she’d like to be, but staying out of headlines and tabloids. partially in fear of her parents finally cutting ties, permanently, and partially in fear that she’ll end up costing someone else their life with her own selfishness.

personality.

she is so ... bubbly. so fucking bubbly. she’s has so much energy in her. goes running every morning and every night and swims almost every afternoon and she’s never tired, even if she hasn’t slept the last night and even if she’s been dancing for five hours in a club in high heels and nothing but vodka in her system. the personification of a coke bottle shaken up, if the coke bottle in question could laugh and smile at you and make you feel, somehow, at home even though you’d only met her in the bathroom queue.

tries her hardest to be the happy fun friend, the cool friend, the one who can hook you up with whatever you need because she sleeps with her drug dealer and gets discounts, but like, it’s totally okay because they’re also friends.

generally comes off as very confident of herself, and fearless, and reckless but like - fun reckless. the kind of reckless you wouldn’t mind to be around because she takes your worries and acknowledges them and reassures you that it’s fine, that it’s grand, even when it may definitely not be.

takes a lot. so much. could ramble for days, hand gestures and all. never stops talking. never.

if she wants to do something, she’ll do it and there’s not very much you can do to stop her. stubborn, but at the same time easy going? very go go go. mischievous. even if she’s trying to do something stupid you kind of just like ... have to let her do it, or otherwise she’ll mope for three hours and pout at you and then you’ll feel questionably guilty, which is admittedly a little manipulative on her end and isn’t the best thing, but i never said she’s the best person ever because she’s most certainly ... not.

a vegetarian because meat makes her physically sick, like, she’s got a weird intolerance to it and it’s not quite an allergy because it’s really just red meats but she’ll get a tummy ache.

her vocabulary consists of a lot of ‘likes’ and ‘ums’ and ‘yknows’, y’know? her statements always sound like questions. 

99% sure she has adhd but she’s never been diagnosed because her parents simply would not allow her to go to therapy so if she does have any neurological disorders, mental illness, and the likes of those - she doesn’t know and doesn’t know where to even begin to find out. her parents? fucking suck.

like i said, she’s currently not on speaking terms with them. more of their decision than hers. she still loves them, a lot - and there’s a part of her that believes that they still love her, that they have to, because she’s not disowned yet. even though they haven’t said more than ten words to her since she was eighteen - as long as they keep sending her money, they still care - right?

owns four cars ... bad idea considering her past, but alas. spending her money is a coping mechanism and she likes to drive because it’s a form of freedom. anyways. all her cars are on campus and she’s probably not allowed to have them all on campus but she does. one’s a sleek sports car, the other is a jacked up pick-up truck that’s decked out in like ... LED lights and shit, the third one is the same exact fucking mustang from the princess diaries because she’s obsessed with the movie & usually gets what she wants. the fourth is a mini cooper.

she’s a photographer (for funsies) and the walls of her room in noland are covered in photographs and art and taped-down plants. her room in general is really cluttered. like, it’s super homey. super cozy. but it’s a mess. clothes everywhere, she’s got a pile of instruments and other miscellaneous hobbies that she wanted to do and then either never did, or did for a few days and got bored of and haven’t touched since. 

i mentioned earlier that she was taught a bunch of skills when growing up - and like, she doesn’t really utilize any of them? knitting, sewing, cookie, three different forms of ballroom dancing - all gone to waste and she’s pretty rusty on most of it, but it’s there. in her mind. it’s kind of neat and i promise she’s not a mary sue it’s just her upbringing HBSJKDFNLG she’s really nuanced i swear. anyways she can also work a gun and a car engine but hates half of the things she knows how to do because she was forced to learn these things.

she plays bass guitar. loves it, loves her guitar. treasured item. she knows violin & piano too but she fucking hates piano & is mostly indifferent towards violin. she can hold a note in other instruments but it’s like. not great. 

got really into languages at a young age due to her constant traveling and started learning them unprompted. her mother is like. literally french. a french citizen. so she grew up learning english & french but from there on she’s gotten fluent in spanish (similar 2 french) and latin (dead languages are fun) and then she’s working on a few others like mandarin and german and scottish gaelic specifically but she mostly just knows a few phrases here and there. like, enough to get her through a city if needed.

like she’s super smart and very talented but she’s also ditzy as hell. big dumbass energy to the point where maybe you don’t realize that she’s actually really good at a lot of things because it’s not like she really flaunts it either?

she’s just very reckless, and very much a party girl. has quite the collection of drugs & uses socially, but also alone and throughout the day. rarely sober.

high functioning alcoholic and at this point she doesn’t really know what she’s like when she’s completely sober? which is really bad but she’s convinced that if she goes sober she’ll just be miserable and horrible because at her very core she believes she’s like. the worst human being alive. like very deep issues of self loathing covered by baileys in her morning coffee and 23 crystal lite packets in her yeti cup that happens to be filled with vodka. 

this has been a budding problem that was developed since she was a young teenager. the ehem. situation that happened when she was eighteen only amplified it.

is essentially wearing a mask of confidence and giddiness and flirtatiousness because she doesn’t want people to think she’s not doing well, because she isn’t. 

loves so much. loves everything, so much. everything, everybody. falls in love like five times a day but nothing really sticks to her either, for the most part. i hate to say it but she does flock to shitty people / general assholes because that’s just ... how she is, that’s what she’s surrounded herself with her entire life. even her high school boyfriend was an asshole - just like, not to her, which made it Okay in her mind. she finds these kind of people like ... super interesting which is really questionable but y’know what? we’re fine. it’s fine. i’m fine.

she sleeps around often, to be frank. she hates being alone and she rarely sleeps in her own dorm unless someone is in there sleeping with her. otherwise she’s at different houses. could be a friend’s bed, could be a stranger’s. has slept with the entire baseball team, probably. she’s also the type of person who’ll try and maintain a positive, good friendship with whoever she sleeps with because she hates the idea of having a regrettable encounter and just. refuses.

this is kind of a problem because she blurs the lines between friendship and Something More too often, and with too many people. wants to be loved but it’s never enough. probably ends up hurting people without realizing it because they think they have something super special but she does this with a lot of people and it’s super :/

does stick and pokes a whole bunch. she can’t draw for shit so they’re not great but she thinks they’re fun and she’s been doing it for a while so like, who cares, right? let her give you one :)

gets sent dress prototypes and like. drafts of designs & articles of clothing from her fashion lines that aren’t out yet and won’t be for a while by her very own mother. saige absolutely gives them all away, for the most part. or it sits in her closet, and stays there. her go-to gift for birthday presents, or christmas gifts, or whenever she feels like it. like, feel free to raid her closet?

ok that’s all. love her.

wanted connections.

a best friend... someone who sticks by her side even though she is a certified Mess.

a ride or die... is it the same as a best friend? maybe. but it’s got a fancy name and i want both so :)

close friends... she’s really friendly and the kind of girl to have been really popular in high school but didn’t care for it and talks to everybody like she’s known them her entire life, so. she’d have a good amount of these!

grumpy friend... to balance her happy friend. she’ll fuck them up in a friendship way. with her cheerfulness.

party pals... they don’t talk much outside of parties but they’re practically glued to the hip when they’re at them. hold your hair back kind of close.

frenemies... or fake friends, toxic friends, people who use her for money or like ... sex, or whatever? anything? people who barely tolerate her because she gives them stuff sometimes.

bad influences... they just encourage her to do more, be worse, never get better.

good influences... like ... YOINK! stop being an idiot! do your homework! idot!

a tutor... because she’s like...smart...but she’s also stupid...super bad at math & science. help her.

hook ups... friends with benefits, a one night stand that is a little? awkward? since then. past & present tenses. :)

exes... she’s noncommittal so they likely wouldn’t have lasted very long but? yolo? she can be a heartbreaker, as marina said, as a treat? whether they dated or were fucking ... either works. but i do love angst :)

one-sided hatred... someone who just fucking ... despises her. but she doesn’t realize because she’s an idiot and thinks they’re just like. joking around! like they’re best buddies!

annoyance... but she’s the annoyance. she’s the thorn in their side. 

ex-best friend... where something happened between them, like, anything, and it ruined their friendship forever. very sad. angst potential, though.

but like. i’ll take anything.

steals your mail... who knows why?

cat escape... he keeps running away and she keeps letting him inside her room even though she’s allergic...

married old couple... the kind of friendship where they always bicker like they’ve been together for fifty years, but it’s purely platonic (or is it? slowburn BAYBEY. DENIAL babyey.)

off and on again... i think that one that’s not good for them because they enable each other & only get like ... angry at each other, and it’s like, messy. but it’s super hard to stop. probably reminds her of high school so that’s why she tries so hard to stick around, but alas. it’s not good. it’s toxic. stop it. 

the drug dealer... the one she sleeps with... even though she can just pay for it because she’s rich but like. it’s funner this way.

blurred status... like, it’s just really confusing of what they are? are they, aren’t they? the relationship status is just ... muddled. she’s a mess and gets involved with too many people without intending to. potential to hurt feelings. :)

please. take her. give me connections.