#best modeling schools in NYC

[katmikaelsendevotee]

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“who writes all of those bomb ass songs?” you ask? well, meet AUGUST VOSS best known for producing, writing&&co-writing some of the biggest hits in recent years. first starting off as a record producer somewhere at the age of 18 (now aged 21). she quickly grew popularity, due to her distinctive lyrics and expressive personality, which comes off as different, and unique. which people love her for that. VOSS is also an occasional model, walking runways on her free days. another thing she’s known for? being MARGOT ROBBIE’s controversially young girlfriend.

her upbringing?, chapters throughout her life. maybe you don’t care how she got here, maybe you do.

i. as a child growing up, her family wasn’t the richest in the world. growing up in a reservation somewhere in alberta, canada. she got through it. she was somewhat of a child prodigy, she knew how to read, write, etc. at the age of 4. no idea if that’s common. but she was always smart.

ii. years later, maybe age … 9? 10? not sure, but august kind’ve knew what she wanted to do. something to do with writing, she was good at that. the heart of a poet, since she was young. did i mention august comes from a big family? no? okay well she does, has 9 siblings. whom all always help her with whatever she needs, especially her big brother, taylor.

iii. august’s teenage years. the best years of every girls life, right? wrong! yes august was a child prodigy, not so much a teen prodigy later on. failed few tests, hey life goes on. she went on. she tried hard. she was smart, she was just lazy. after failing tests, she kind’ve knew she had to atleast try at school. her family moved to nyc, now this? this was a new motivation for her to actually care about school. a change was all she needed. she gained a slight popularity at some school in ny, met a girl, who just so happened to be in a band. august and her almost immediately became bestfriends. august even co-wrote, many of their songs. which gave her the inspiration to do just that, become a songwriter.

soundtrack of her life.

i. ⭑ lying has to stop . clairo.

ii. ⭑ time will tell . blood orange.

iii. ⭑ fashion killa . a$ap rocky.

iv. ⭑ you’re not the only one i know . the cranberries.

v. ⭑ sugar hiccup . cocteau twins.

vi. ⭑ angelina . pinegrove.

vii. ⭑ walking on a dream . empire of the sun.

viii. ⭑ sweet boy . malcolm todd.

[blood-and-pizza]

Notable Details from the original "Into The Pit" story (PART 1)

Upon the mill's closure, Oswald's dad works part-time at the deli counter in a store called the Snack Space (a 7-11 equivalent, basically), which requires a red vest as their uniform. Oswald is embarrassed by the fact his dad is wearing the vest as he drops him off at school. Just a neat bit of world-building.

Oswald has a best friend named Ben who moved into the next town over.

Oswald's bullies, including Dylan Cooper, call him "Oswald the Ocelot" after a cartoon character they saw as pre-schoolers, a big pink ocelot named Oswald. Again, more world-building.

Oswald is described as having freckles and a cowlick in the original story.

Oswald has no modern electronics in his home, save for one laptop he shares with his family. His phone is an outdated model he's embarrassed by.

Oswald's teacher, Mrs. Meecham, puts on a movie for her class on the last day of school, which is described as "about a farm with talking animals", "too babyish for a roomful of fifth graders". I'm guessing they might have been watching the animated adaptation of Charlotte's Web... or it could be wishful thinking on my part, since I love that movie.

Oswald has been drawing mechanical animals ("bears, bunnies, and birds") for reasons even he doesn't know, other than lack of anything better to do when he's bored.

Oswald's mom works at the hospital from 12PM to 12AM... yikes.

Oswald's dad can't cook to save his life. If it can't be boiled in water or heated in a microwave, he has to buy his meals... how relatable.

Blue-box macaroni and cheese exists in FNAF, meaning Kraft and its products likely exist, too. Just thought that was funny for some reason.

Oswald's dad squirts ketchup into his mac and cheese. I just think knowing he's the kind of dad who does that is really funny... kinda reminds me of my stepdad's love of ketchup, to be honest.

Other pizzerias that once existed in Oswald's town were Gino's Pizza and Marco's Pizza, both of which closed not long after the mill closed. Both Gino's and Marco's are described as good restaurants, while the food at Jeff's Pizza is described as "decent".

Oswald is into B-grade Japanese horror films, including kaiju movies like Zendrelix vs. Mechazendrelix. Zendrelix is apparently FNAF's answer to Godzilla, making Mechazendrelix an equivalent to Mechagodzilla. They're described like this: "... Zendrelix just looked like a giant dragon thing, but Mechazendrelix reminded him [Oswald] of the mechanical animals he drew when he stripped them of their fur." Zendrelix is also described as being portrayed by "a guy in a rubber suit", solidifying the connection between him and Godzilla.

Oswald and his dad both really love bacon. I just thought that was cute.

When Oswald visits the library, a place he finds "actually kinda fun", he shows interest in a science fiction book from a series, as well as a manga he liked. Based, IMHO.

The library Oswald visits frequently allows homeless people to use their computers and other resources. WE NEED LIBRARIES AND THIS IS EXACTLY ONE REASON WHY!

Oswald's mom, being a nurse, is a bit of a germaphobe and won't let Oswald play in places she considers dirty. A ball pit would be considered one such place.

The pizza Jeff serves comes in huge slices too big for the paper plates they're served on, and very greasy. As someone who was born in NYC and used to eat greasy New York pizza... I think I would have liked eating at Jeff's. Maybe.

Oswald reads a library book while visiting Jeff's Pizza, about "a world where kids with secret powers went to a special school to learn how to fight evil". I wonder how many books that describes...

Oswald plays an online fantasy game at the library that's free to play, but Oswald gets to a point where he can't progress without money. I wonder what game it could have been...

Oswald's dad and mom used to date in high school, often frequenting a roller rink, and are great skaters as a result. Oswald himself can't skate and needs his parents to hold him up.

Oswald's dad only ever buys vanilla ice cream.

There's a video rental service Oswald's family uses called Red Box, but I don't know if it's meant to be the same as the actual existing Redbox. Maybe it is?

Oswald's mom is very good at playing Clue... oh, and Clue exists in the FNAF universe.

Oswald's dad prefers practical effects over CGI in movies. Oswald is the exact opposite.

Oswald's dad is a fan of country music. Oswald... is not.

[lord-armitage]

The show surgically removed all of Theon's drip BUT...

Theon would look like he was dragged ass-backwards through a Dolce&Gabbana warehouse.

Theon would pay his rent late because he spent the very last of his paycheque on designer brand underwear.

Theon would break it off with Kyra when she pops off a button on his Versace shirt during foreplay.

Theon would offer to help Robb with moving but would show up wearing Gucci and refuse to do anything for fear of staining his clothes.

Theon would use bribery and sexual flavours to win "Best Dressed" in his high school year book.

Theon would instantly quit his job and move cross-country to NYC because he found out that a customer's brother's friend's friend's knows someone who works in a modelling agency.

Theon would wear bright purple to Ned's funeral because he thought it brought out the colour in his eyes more than black did.

[viviandarkbloombartylusversion]

How I imagine the marauders era characters in nyc:

James: this man tries to fit in so bad but he sticks out like a sore thumb, he also tries to convince himself that he really likes it and he's happy here but he wants to go back home, the city is not for him but if he lived in a borough it'd be queens

Remus: he fits in perfectly but he is absolutely miserable here, he was born for the country side, subway stations with no elevators are his enemy and the crowded-ness is not for him, he loves finding hole in the wall book and thrift stores tho

Sirius: he gives transplant vibes but not in an obnoxious way, probably has photoshoots in train carts, he loves manhattan the most and fits in there the best, probably gets scouted by a modeling agency at some point too

Peter: he's giving tourist who walks too slow, is deathly afraid of the trains so he tries to stick to the buses, he absolutely hates it here and is perfectly fine never coming back, if he did live here it'd be in staten island (the forgotten borough nobody gaf about)

Dorcas: she's giving native new yorker, like born and raised went to a public school in the bronx, probably wanted to go to FIT for college cause she loves the city and fashion but in the end she moves to washington dc to become a lawyer

Regulus: this man fits into nyc perfectly (mainly in manhattan and some parts of brooklyn), he surprisingly thrives in the hustle and bustle of it all, takes the trains like a pro (probably was really nervous the first few times tho), he hates how dirty it is tho and is probably deathly afraid of the homeless people

[atomicami]

the perfect fit

model!abby anderson x fashion designer!reader

- summary: it’s the start of your new job working for armani as a fashion designer, and your first assignment is to design and create a suit for an upcoming runway event. despite the fact that you can’t stand your chosen model, you also can’t help but find her very attractive too.

- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, nyc living, reader has a degree in fashion design, reader is a bit of a perfectionist, model!abby, abby’s a little cocky, work sex, fingering & strap usage (r!receiving), abby refers to her strap as her cock, size kink, and i think that’s it but lmk if i missed anything

- author’s note: so i was highly inspired by this abby x model!reader fic that i decided to try to write out a fic of my own with this new pairing!! i hope y’all like it :)

also dedicating this one to my girl @whore4abby ily darling 🤍

New York City was always known to be the place where one’s dreams were meant to fly as high as the skyscrapers that rose in its urban atmosphere. It was known to be the perfect capital city for all professions, including fashion.

Living in New York had always been the dream for you, and although you were now residing there for school, you weren’t exactly fulfilling your dreams just yet. So when you had called your parents one day to break the bad news to them, you knew that they weren’t going to be on board with your sudden change of plans.

“You’re switching majors? But why?” your dad asked through the phone. “I thought you wanted to study law.”

No, you didn’t. Your parents had been telling everyone they knew in your small town that you were going to major in law after high school and become the best lawyer to walk the streets of New York, and as a result, you couldn’t help but select that major just to please them.

“I don’t, Dad…If you had listened to me in the first place, you would know that I never wanted to do that,” you tell him.

“Well, that’s alright, law school isn’t for everyone now.” your dad told you before continuing. “What are you going to study instead? Medicine? Psychology? Business?”

You took a deep breath before continuing. “Fashion design…” you mutter back to him.

You can already imagine the outburst he was going to have. It was almost as if you could feel the anger bubbling within him through the phone.

“Fashion?! Are you seriously out of your mind?!” your dad exclaimed back at you. His reaction was so uncalled for that you had to take him off of speakerphone.

And after a long lecture from him later, he simply told you that he wasn’t going to pay for your tuition anymore before hanging up the phone.

Even though you were expecting that kind of reaction from your parents, your father more specifically, you still couldn’t help but feel so…discouraged. You’ve been wanting to be a fashion designer ever since you were little, and your parents’ lack of support did nothing but steal your happiness in fulfilling your dreams.

But at the same time…you felt determined to prove them wrong. You wanted to show them that you weren’t making this change just take the easy way out, you were doing it because you’ve been wanting to pursue this career your whole life. You wanted to show them that you were meant to be working in a fashion studio, not a courtroom.

Fast forward to now, and you’ve graduated from Parsons at the top of your class with a fashion degree, only to soon land a job working as a fashion designer at one of Giorgio Armani’s establishments right here in New York City.

Once the first day of your new job came around, you needed to give the best impression there, making sure to arrive before your boss did. After all, if it weren’t for Tess selecting you as one of the potential candidates as a fashion designer for that establishment, you’d probably still be job hunting by now.

You sat at your desk, eyeing the surroundings of the large studio you were in at this moment. All of the fabrics, mannequins, tools, and machines just waiting to be used. It still felt like a fever dream to you.

The sound of the opening doors of the warehouse startles you, causing you to and some of the designers in the studio to turn around, while the others are still chattering.

Tess walks into the studio and stands in the middle of the room before bringing everyone’s attention. “Alright everyone,” she shouts with a loud clap of her hands, causing the rest of the room to quiet down. “I have decided to put you all in charge of creating the looks for Armani’s upcoming winter fashion show. Each of you will be given a model to work on, and you are welcome to create whatever you’d like, as long as it meets the requirements for the show.”

“But, isn’t the winter fashion show only a month from now?” one of the designers asked.

“Yes, Yes it is, actually,” Tess replies with a nod. “So I expect to see the best work done by you all within the time being. I’d like to see how well my designers can work under pressure.”

You let out a sigh in frustration and held your face in your hands. How the hell were you going to have a look ready in just a month?

Tess checks the time on her watch before looking up at the clock for reassurance. “The models should be arriving any minute now, once they get here I’ll be assigning them out to everyone, and we’ll start today off by taking their measurements and sketching out designs. When you are finished, I—“ Her words are cut off by the sound of the warehouse doors opening again.

You look over again with the rest of the designers to see another staff member enter the room with a variety of models trailing behind her in a single file line. She then approaches Tess to talk to her for a brief moment before soon exiting the warehouse by herself. “Alright everyone,” Tess shouts out again, looking down at the clipboard that was in her hands. “When I call out your name to your assigned model, I would like you to stand up from your desk so they know who you are.”

As Tess begins to assign the models, the sound of a chair swiveling over to your left makes you turn your head, and you see that it was Dina scooching closer to you. “See anyone you might like?” she whispers over to you, her eyes still fixed on the line of models in the room.

“I honestly could care less about who Tess puts me with,” you whisper back to her, leaning back against your chair and crossing one of your legs over the other. “As long as they don’t give me a hard time, I should be good.”

Dina nods in response, she opens her mouth to respond but is cut off by the sound of Tess calling out your name. As a result, you rise from your seat and stand behind your desk.

“You’ll be working with Anderson as your model,” she tells you, and you watch as Tess looks over to your model and points at you, indicating her to walk over to where you were.

Intimidation strikes through you as she approaches your desk. You can’t really put your finger on it, but from the first impression, you’re quite convinced it's because of her broad figure that stood out from everyone else. You look over to Dina, to which she looks back at you and simply mouths a ‘good luck’ on your end.

Tess soon does a quick check around the room, making sure each designer has a model to work with. “Alright, now that everyone has an assigned model, you can all get started. Remember now, the winter show is a month from today, so I hope you can all make the best use of your time.” and with that, she exits the studio, leaving you and the rest of the designers to be.

Abby has her side resting against your desk, watching you draw out some looks on your sketchbook. “Just so you know…” she starts, leaning in closer to your right side. “I’m like, the biggest model here, so don’t be surprised when you run out of fabric for that pretty outfit you’ve planned out for me.”

You look over to Abby and roll your eyes before setting your pencil down and opening the side drawer of your desk. “Yeah, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” you tell her as you take out the soft tape measure from your drawer and stand up from your seat. “Come on, let me take your measurements now.”

Based on that first interaction alone, you knew that Abby was going to be a distraction for your project, and boy you were right.

This past month has felt like hell for you, and Abby’s cocky, conceited persona wasn’t making it any better for you.

Things were fine at first, at least enough for you to manage. But it wasn’t until the second fitting that she’s been starting to really get on your nerves.

The fitting room in the Armani establishment was spacious, each designer/model pair had their spot to do the fittings and make any adjustments if needed.

Abby walks over to your side of the fitting room fully dressed in her runway outfit. You had beautifully created a navy blue suit that complimented her freckled skin and blue eyes perfectly, and the entire outfit had Swarovski crystals sewn all over the place. It was a timeless and classic look for the show.

It’s a shame that your model has to be so arrogant for the time being.

You look over to her and snap your fingers. “Stand over there,” you tell her, pointing over to the small, round altar that was next to you. Abby simply obliges and stands up on the altar to face you, both of her hands crossed at her front.

You notice this and walk over to her, grabbing at her hands. “I need your hands at your sides, you’re a model, not a security guard.” you tell her sternly, separating her hands so each one is at her side. You then sit down on the stool behind you, bringing yourself down to face her lower half so you can check the fitting of her suit pants.

Starting at the bottom of her pants and making your way up, the pants seem to fit well on her so far. Given Abby’s large build, the fit is as snug as can be, but not too tight to where it would make her uncomfortable when walking. If you had made it any tighter, you’re convinced that the fabric might rip.

However, it wasn’t until you look at the waistline of the pants. For some reason, that area looked unusually tighter than it was compared to the last fitting. The zipper on her pants looked like it was going to burst. It’s almost as if she was hiding something underneath…

You tap the side of her thigh to get her attention, causing her to tilt her head down. ”What’s this?” you ask, pointing at the slight bulge that was sticking out of her pants.

She simply smirks back at you and shakes her head. “Wouldn’t you like to know…” she mumbles out, looking back up.

Your eyes were still fixed on her face, and you grabbed at her crotch, causing her to slightly jerk back. You knew damn well what it was that she had in those pants.

“Jesus,” she says, looking back down at you. “Chill out, will you?”

“Take it off,” you tell her sternly, standing back up from the stool. “I’m not going to have my look completely ruined as a result from one of your little games.”

You were close to having an outburst in the middle of the fitting room since you were starting to get some looks from some of the other designers and models in the room, including Dina. It was a good thing that Tess wasn’t there to see it though.

Abby simply rolls her eyes at you and clears her throat before stepping off of the altar and exiting the fitting room to go change. The two of you were being quite immature about this, but you were seriously in need of your look to be perfect for the show, and Abby was keeping you from doing so.

A couple more weeks pass by and before you know it, the day of the show is just right around the corner from now.

Your shift at the studio had just ended, and people were starting to gather their things to leave, while you still sat by your large mannequin, making adjustments and adding touches to your look.

Dina walks up behind you and taps your shoulder, causing you to pull out one of your headphones from your ear and turn around.

“Hey,” she says. “Some of us are going to head out to Dalton’s for drinks. Wanna come with?”

You shake your head in response. “I can’t, I really have to finish this look in time for the show, I have to make sure everything’s perfect.”

You hear her let out a sigh and nod. “Alright well, just don’t stress yourself out, okay?” she asks, gently squeezing your shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” she says, and you nod back at her as you watch her put her bag over her shoulder and exit the studio.

Once she leaves, you notice Tess at walking towards you at the corner of your eye. “Hey kid,” she says leaning against your desk with her arms crossed, keys jingling in one of her hands. “You plan on leaving soon?”

You let out a sigh and turned your head to face her. “Just let me stay a little longer, Tess…I promise I’ll be out of here soon.”

She sighs back and hesitates for a moment while rubbing the back of her neck. “Alright, I’ll give you an hour, but that’s it. I don’t want you spending the night here.” She then gets off your desk. “I’ll see you tomorrow, the doors will lock automatically once you leave.”

You nod in response and thank her before watching her walk away from the dim lighting that shined on your side of the studio. You were instantly relieved to be able to have some time for yourself to work on the suit.

However, that doesn’t last long when another set of footsteps enter the studio and begin to approach you from behind once again.

A large hand grabs at your shoulder, this time causing you to jump up and turn around in fear for a moment before realizing who it is. “Jesus, Anderson…you scared the hell out of me,” you say, trying to catch your breath. “What are you even doing here? Your final fitting isn’t until Friday.”

Abby lets out a chuckle at your frightened reaction and shakes her head. “I just came here to get my car keys,” she says, grabbing them off the shelf where she had left them. “I left them last time I was here.”

You rolled your eyes and stood back up to face your desk and away from her. “Well, now that you have your keys, can you go now? I need to keep working.”

As you were about to put your headphones back on, Abby began to speak once again. “What’s your deal?” she asks you.

You let out a huff and set your phone down before looking back at her. “My deal is that I’ve had to deal with your arrogance this past month and it’s been driving me insane. All I want right now is to have this time to myself so I can finish this suit in time for the show.”

The smirk that was growing on Abby’s face right now was so big you could practically see it from your peripheral vision. She then begins to walk around until she’s behind you on your desk. “It seems like you could loosen up a bit, you know…” she tells you as she slightly leans in closer to your ear, trapping you between your desk and her chest. You could already feel a familiar bulge poking at your lower back. It was that same bulge that you were just grabbing at in the fitting room not too long ago.

You roll your eyes at her in response. “Is that so?” you whisper back to her, just enough so she can hear you. “And what might that be, exactly?”

Her hands make their way down to your waist, grabbing you and turning you around so you are now face-to-face with her. “How about I show you, yeah?” she whispers to you, to which you nod desperately.

Despite how much you couldn’t stand her, you really couldn’t help but be into her at the same time, and not only has she also been aware of it, but she felt the same way with you too.

You feel her hands move from your waist down to the buttons of your pants, and you look down at your lap as a result. “Let’s see what we have here now…” she murmurs, slowly undoing your pants and sliding them off your legs and to the ground. Once your pants were fully removed, she helped give you a boost so you could sit up on your desk.

Abby instantly opens your legs the second your ass hits your desk, immediately eyeing the visible wet patch that was seeping through your black underwear. “Well well well, what do we have here…” she mutters out, hooking a finger underneath your underwear and shifting it to the side, causing your wet pussy to be exposed to her and the cold air of the studio. “This all for me?” she asks, looking back up at you.

All you can simply do is bite your lip and nod as you try to resist the cold air hitting against your pussy. “Fuck, yes, Abs…it’s all for you…” you whine out to her.

“That’s what I thought,” she mutters back. Two of her fingers make their way into your cunt without warning, causing you to jerk back and involuntarily close your thighs shut. However, her other hand makes her way into the middle just in time before you do so. “Nuh-uh, don’t get shy on me now, princess,” she says, forcing your legs back open to stand in the middle. “You’ve been so bold with me this past month, so you’re not backing out of this now.”

Her fingers successfully go into your pussy the second time around, causing a moan to escape from your mouth as a result. Abby’s fingers were huge, to say the least, but they managed to stretch your pussy out so well. There’s no way that your pussy can’t take anything bigger than this.

But what Abby was about to pull out next was going to prove you wrong.

As Abby’s fingers continue to pump inside you, she begins to undo her jeans with her free hand, effortlessly getting them open and slightly pushing them down to her thighs. She then digs that same hand into her boxers and pulls out her black strap-on, causing your eyes to widen at the immense size. She was fucking huge.

“A-Abby…” you stammer out to her, quickly shaking your head. “That—That’s not gonna fit…It’s too—“

“Yes it will,” she says, cutting off your words. “My cock’s gonna fit. You’ll see.”

Her fingers quickly slide out of your cunt, leading you to whimper at the loss. With both of her hands now, she rubs her cock against your folds, collecting some of your wetness before sliding it into your tight hole. The stretch of the strap was a bit uncomfortable at first, but after a moment, you were shocked to see how well your pussy was easily taking it from the tip down to the base. It really was the perfect fit.

Abby smirks as she looks down at the piece of silicone that connected your bodies. “See? I told you it’ll fit,” she mutters out, bottoming out completely inside you. “This fucking pussy was made to take my cock.”

You were already starting to feel dizzy over Abby’s cock nestling inside your pussy. You were desperate for some movement.

“A-Abby…” you whine out to her, squeezing her bicep. “N-Need you t-to move…”

“What’s that, princess? You want me to move my cock?” she asks, to which you nod in response. “Need me to thrust my big cock in that desperate little pussy of yours? Don’t worry, baby, I’ll do just that for you.”

And with that, she begins to slowly thrust inside you. You could practically feel it all within her movements, the girth, the veins, hell, even the tip would kiss at your cervix every time she bottomed out into you.

Abby grabs at both of your thighs, slowly starting to speed up her pace. “I think I can go a little faster now, don’t you think? Your pretty pussy’s already doing so well for me, angel…”

“Fuck, y-yes, Abby…f-faster…” you slur out as you throw your head back in pleasure, gripping both of your hands onto your desk while she continues to thrust inside of you.

One of her hands leaves your thigh and grabs at your jaw, tilting it down to face her. “Look at that now, my girl’s getting so cockdrunk for me…I bet it feels good, doesn’t it?”

Abby’s gaze soon brings down to your chest, smirking once she notices your hard nipples poking through your shirt. She then lets go of your jaw and pulls your shirt up to your tits, watching in awe at the mere sight of them. “No bra?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t take you to be such a slut like that…It’s almost as if you were waiting for this to happen.”

At this point, your brain was losing focus, and you couldn’t figure out what Abby was saying to you right now. Once she sped up her pace again, all you could think about now was getting to your release.

Abby now has her gaze focused on the sight of your pussy, watching as it squeezes and contracts around the strap with every thrust. “Looks like you’re getting close, princess. Are you gonna come for me? Gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock?”

“Y-yes, f-fuck! I-I’m getting close…” you whine back to her, leading her to thrust even faster inside of you, your moans soon getting loud enough for them to practically echo inside the whole studio.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak. Your cunt pulsed a few more times around Abby’s strap before cumming completely with a loud moan of her name, causing a white ring to form around it.

As you began to catch your breath, Abby slowly pulled herself out of you, groaning as she saw a thick white string of your cum connecting between your pussy and the tip of her strap before soon breaking. She then ran her fingers through her length, collecting all of your release before soon sticking them inside of your mouth while it was still agape.

After sucking her fingers clean, she pulls them out of your mouth and tucks her strap back into her boxers before putting her jeans back on. You watch as she briefly gets down onto her knees and brings her face into your fucked out pussy, gently licking and sucking it clean, savoring each bit of it as she did so.

Once you were all clean, Abby rose back to her feet, helping you with your underwear and with the rest of your clothes as well. Her hands then moved from the button of your pants back down to your hips, guiding you off of your desk and back on your feet. You stumble a little bit into her at the sudden movement.

“Hey, you okay?” she asks softly, catching you in her arms.

“Y-yeah, yeah I’m okay…just a little worn out.” you pant out to her as you gain back your composure to turn around towards your desk and gather up your things to leave.

“Well, at least let me give you a ride back to your place,” she insists, grabbing her keys off your desk. “It’s already late outside, and I don’t think it’s quite safe for you to be walking around out there at this time.”

You hesitate for a moment at first. You’d honestly hate to inconvenience Abby to give you a ride home, but given that she was the one offering, you didn’t seem to mind too much about it. In all fairness, it was already late hours in the city, and given the damage she’d done to your legs, there was no way you were going to last walking for five minutes down the street. So you end up accepting her offer.

“Yeah, sure…I’m not stopping you, honestly…” you tell her with a chuckle as you put your bag over your shoulder, ready to head out.

You then follow along beside Abby as the two of you exit the establishment and make your way to wherever her car is situated. Abby opens the passenger door to let you in first before letting herself in on the other side. She then starts up her car before merging into the city’s busy roads.

The ten-minute drive flew by surprisingly fast, and before you knew it, she was now parked in front of your apartment complex. She leans in to give you a quick kiss before soon pulling away. “So, I’ll see you on Friday, then?” she asks.

You can’t help but smirk back at her, even though you were biting your lip to hide it. “I’ll see you on Friday, Anderson.” you tell her with a nod before opening the door to let yourself out.

But Abby doesn’t leave just yet. Instead, she makes sure that you get into your apartment safe and sound. Once your lights were on, that was her cue to go.

You watch from your apartment window as she drives back into the busy roads, soon disappearing from your view.

And for the first time this month, you have to admit that you’re now actually looking forward to seeing her again.

a/n: i hope you guys liked this fic!! i might make another part if this goes well?? but aside from that my next fic will be bfm!abby for those who are waiting, i promise 🤞🏼 lmk if you’d like to be tagged for when i post it!!

(also ty for 700, i love you guys 🫶🏻)

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[princess-of-the-corner]

I do believe someone brought up a Bourgeois family divorce trap AU that ends in Mr. Lee x Andre

(I know because it started me writing one, it's taking a while though because I got a job and I'm not a writer)

But the concept is BEAUTIFUL. Picture with me:

Pre canon. Summer before the school year starts. Chloe and Zoe meet at some kind of summer camp. Probably not actual camping because Chloe would never, but they could be at like. Fashion camp or Model UN or something. They despise each other. They fucking hate everything about each other.

Zoe is finally finally FINALLY getting away from the bitches at home and doesn't have to posture except there's THIS girl screaming about how her Daddy is the mayor and acting just like Audrey and it is fucking insufferable. She just can't stand it. She has to beat this girl at everything to assert dominance. That's how conflict resolution works right? That's how it works at home anyway.

Chloe is finally getting a break from the peasants at home and then she's suddenly faced with this copycat American bitch who everyone has the gall to say looks like Chloe. And it's international so the mayor of paris doesn't have the same authority so she's just forced to put up with it. But this is Chloe so putting up with it means war (Sabrina could be here or maybe not. I haven't decided if I want her in on the shenanigans or not, but I'm leaning yes).

They are absolutely terrible. They are ruining the event for everyone. When one of their spats to outdo each other sets something on fire they both start throwing around their mom's name and OH FUCK you're my secret sister.

I think at this point, Chloe didn't know about ANY of this, but isn't all that shocked because she knows her parents don't love each other. Zoe knew she was an affair baby and had a secret sister but had not been formally introduced yet and wouldn't have necessarily *recognized* Chloe.

Chloe is now in emotional crisis about how her mother doesn't love her and is calling her dad and breaking her phone cuz her dad isn't giving satisfactory answers. Zoe is reeling a bit, but she tries going after Chloe. They throw hands a bit. End up in the nurse together. Talk some shit out now that they've both got it out of their system.

Zoe's surprised to realize Chloe is more mad at *herself* than at Zoe or their mom and is like "I mean you're a bitch, but so am I, what the hell did YOU do?" And Chloe's like ". . . Huh." One conversation isn't gonna erase a decades old complex but it will help her conciously realize it. They talk more and Zoe's like "I think we need to break up your parents, it's not like Audrey's taking care of either of us" and Chloe is like "Y'know what, fuck it, yeah. I just. I don't wanna deal with her anymore."

Sisters spend the rest of camp plotting and becoming fast friends. Zoe tells about her woes at school and dreams of starting fresh and Chloe is like "that would actually be so nice, I wish we could switch" and then impulsive teenagers are like "hey wait a second." Plan is now to switch places, Zoe convinces Andre to divorce Audrey while Chloe convinces Mr. Lee to move to France.

They switch, hijinks ensue. Zoe's convinced the best way to break up Andre and Audrey is to find someone else for Andre to pursue. Chloe's decided the best way to get Mr. Lee to uproot his life is to get him an SO who lives in Paris. They did not go into this expecting to ship their fathers, but they're both in the wrong countries and it's too late to back out now.

Lucky for them, the two guys really hit it off and (in this AU anyway. Canon Andre can fuck off) both care about their daughters and are trying to do what's best for them. With Zoe having no friends in NYC and Chloe having Some Friends in Paris, plus Mr. Lee having a job that switches countries much easier, it's not too hard to figure out which one they're gonna go with.

(Background absolute befuddlement of both groups of classmates going on also. Because like. Zoe can pretend to be awful. She canonically spent most of her schooling pretending to be awful. But I think she's more regular mean girl level and not Chloe's level of Extra, plus it's very hard to be extra mean to Marinette specifically when baby gay has a crush. Chloe meanwhile is just straight up not doing U.S.A. class because it is aggressively not worth her time. She's climbing out windows and using all her computer time to set up a dating profile for her dad on grindr. All of Zoe's classmates are so fucking baffled).

Hate that I need to make OCs for Zoe's classmates. Need to rewatch the NYC special and find some backgrounders to adopt. Or some side characters from other media to file the serial numbers off of. (I am lowkey turning Chloe interacting with knockoff Heather Chandler or Regina George around in my head and cackling)

This is fucking beautiful lmao

[419jhat]

Modeling AU

Another plot bunny I've had- Steve gets discovered like Cindy Crawford but with the Upside Down

During the chaos after S4, a local photographer captures a very aesthetic photo of Steve and his scars with the destruction in the background, and it becomes the face of the "natural disaster," as the government decided to call it. A photographer reaches out and asks him to model for him, since he's become a hot topic. Meanwhile Eddie's band has taken off and everyone is too busy with school to really keep up with what Steve's doing. Eddie finds out how big Steve is when they meet again a few years later at an after-party.

Featuring:

Dustin, Steve's biggest fan, who starts collecting fashion magazines and watching "girl shows," with Erica (much to the party's dismay) to advise Steve on how to get ahead

Max, who steals the free clothes Steve gets to keep

Celine, the supermodel who tells him to get it together if he wants to keep his job

Imani, Celine's best friend, a supermodel who ends up dating Robin

Nancy, happy with Jonathan in NYC and too busy reporting on real world shit for her coworkers from entertainment, who keep trying to ask her about her ex for some reason

Eddie, with way more tattoos and a hopeless crush when Steve starts dressing all cool

[freedelusionshere]

I happen to think Carmy is very desperate to know what it is Syd wants from him but is also always afraid that he will fall short of it, and is not willing to risk losing her because he knows at least that she shares his dream of making the restaurant successful.

That’s the whole thing Tina is talking about in the S4 trailer.

Carmy has been running since he went to NYC, probably longer on the inside. He has been trying to be the best to prove he is worthy. Drawing those excellent pants repetitively in school, only to find out later Thom Browne had already thought of them and made them.

This is all about his mom and his family and his inability to receive love because he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Notice how nothing is ever good enough or right enough for Donna? Carmy has inherited that type of unsettled dissatisfaction (probably from seeing it modeled).

Syd brings it up in S3 and asks if he appreciated Ever when he was there and he said no he didn’t stop and pay attention.

Just like he wasn’t doing in that moment with Syd, but he starts to realize this. It just always takes time with him.

Notice most of the time we see Carmy smiling and happy are when things are slowed down?

The moment in the S1 finale when he stops what he’s doing just to look at and talk to Syd.

When he stops what he’s doing to ask her to Ever and he starts to flirt with her.

When he’s out in a garden just being. When he’s doing prep work at Keller’s place. When Boulud is teaching him about the music the dish is making.

Also the S4 trailer’s “I like this.”

None of that is performative or playing pretend, he’s trying to get to that place again.

[richincolor]

December Releases

As we prepare for our hiatus, we are gathering the releases for December all in one place for readers. Next week, we'll start posting our favorites from 2024 and then we will have a bit of a break and see you again in 2025. Here are the books we're watching for in December.

December 3

Encanto: Nightmares and Sueños by Alex Segura Disney Press

Return to Casita where we find seventeen-year-old Bruno from Disney’s hit animated film Encanto, where readers will finally learn what happened to make people never want to talk about him.

Fans will love this dark and mysterious young adult novel by Alex Segura, a NYT bestselling author who also wrote Poe Dameron: Free Fall and Araña and Spider-Man 2099: Dark Tomorrow.

Seventeen-year-old Bruno has never really fit in with his family—why can’t he be as outgoing as his sister Pepa, or as friendly as his sister Julieta? Does he like being the awkward loaner who never seems to find where he can fit in? But it’s hard to be popular when you have the power to tell the future and people don’t always like what you are telling them. So Bruno devises an act, and begins to model the behavior he feels the town wants to see in a hero.

But is being dishonest to himself and others the right path to walk down in order to make friends, or is Bruno just kidding himself as he hides from his own destiny that threatens to destroy all he holds dear?

My Fairy God Somebody by Charlene Allen HarperCollins

The way Clae’s mom tells it, her dad took off when Clae was a baby, end of story. Ever since, it’s just been the two of them, living in the coastal city of Gloucester, where Clae is one of the only few Black girls. But when Clae discovers clues about a mysterious person she calls her fairy god somebody, she’s determined to know more.

Her chance comes when she’s accepted into a summer journalism program in New York City, where her parents lived before she was born. With a couple of leads and a steel resolve, Clae leaves home for the first time to find out about her history.

New York is as full of magic as it is mystery, not to mention romance. From Brooklyn to Broadway, Clae and her new friends, Nze and Joelle, explore neighborhood haunts and hustles, discovering a family trail that someone’s tried hard to bury. So who is the fairy god somebody? And can Clae use her sleuthing skills to find out the truth?

Set against one unforgettable NYC summer, this is the story of lies that run deep and patterns that are meant to be broken. Clae, Nze, and Joelle will stick with you and remind you that every girl deserves to write her own story.

The Last One by Rachel Howzell Hall Entangled Publishing, LLC (Red Tower Books)

Thrown into a desolate land of sickness and unnatural beasts, Kai wakes in the woods with no idea who she is or how she got there. All she knows is that if she cannot reach the Sea of Devour, even this hellscape will get worse. But when she sees the village blacksmith fight invaders with unspeakable skill, she decides to accept his offer of help.

Too bad he’s as skilled at annoying her as he is at fighting.

As she searches for answers, Kai only finds more questions, especially regarding the blacksmith who can ignite her body like a flame, then douse it with ice in the next breath.

And no one is what—or who—they appear to be in the kingdom of Vinevridth, including the man whose secrets might be as deadly as the land itself.

When the Mapou Sings by Nadine Pinede Candlewick Press

Infused with magical realism, this story blends first love and political intrigue with a quest for justice and self-determination in 1930s Haiti.

Sixteen-year-old Lucille hopes to one day open a school alongside her best friend where girls just like them can learn what it means to be Haitian: to learn from the mountains and the forests around them, to carve, to sew, to draw, and to sing the songs of the Mapou, the sacred trees that dot the island nation. But when her friend vanishes without a trace, a dream—a gift from the Mapou—tells Lucille to go to her village’s section chief, the local face of law, order, and corruption, which puts her life and her family’s at risk.

Forced to flee her home, Lucille takes a servant post with a wealthy Haitian woman from society’s elite in Port-au-Prince. Despite a warning to avoid him, she falls in love with her employer’s son. But when their relationship is found out, she must leave again—this time banished to another city to work for a visiting American writer and academic conducting fieldwork in Haiti. While Lucille’s new employer studies vodou and works on the novel that will become Their Eyes Were Watching God, Lucille risks losing everything she cares about—and any chance of seeing her best friend again—as she fights to save their lives and secure her future in this novel in verse with the racing heart of a thriller.

December 17

Spell of the Sinister (A Fairy Godmother #2) by Danielle Paige Bloomsbury

Two magical sisters. One more chance at revenge. . . .

Ever since Cinderella disappeared with Prince Mather the queendoms have been in disarray. Now with her magical power completely unchecked, Galatea intends to exact revenge on humans for using the Entente. Her plan? Send Bari off to find a new prince and take over one queendom at a time. But Bari’s mission is complicated when South joins her and sparks begin to fly . . .

Meanwhile, Farrow is on her own journey to reunite with Cinderella and Prince Mather in the first Queendom. Amid brewing conflict, Farrow grapples with her feelings for Mather, her friendship with Cinderella, and her loyalty to the Entente’s original purpose–to influence with helpful magic, never take total control.

Once as close as sisters, Bari and Farrow now find themselves on opposing sides. Will malice win out, or will the next generation of Entente chart a new path to “happily ever after” for their magical coven of fairy godmothers?

December 24

Heavenly Tyrant (Iron Widow #2) by Xiran Jay Zhao Tundra Books

After suffering devastating loss and making drastic decisions, Zetian finds herself at the seat of power in Huaxia. But she has also learned that her world is not as it seems, and revelations about an enemy more daunting than Zetian imagined forces her to share power with a dangerous man she cannot simply depose. Despite having vastly different ideas about how they must deconstruct the corrupt and misogynist system that plagues their country, Zetian must join this man in a dance of truth and lies and perform their roles to perfection in order to take down their common enemy, who seeks to control them as puppets while dangling one of Zetian’s loved ones as a hostage.

With political unrest and perilous forces aiming to undermine Zetian at every turn, can she enact positive changes as a fair and just ruler? Or will she be forced to rely on fear and violence and succumb to her darker instincts in her quest for vengeance?

December 31

Ex Marks the Spot by Gloria Chao Viking Books for Young Readers

For Gemma’s whole life, it has always been her and her mom against the world. As far as she knew, all her grandparents—and thus her ties to Taiwanese culture—were dead. Until one day when a mysterious man shows up at her door with two shocking the news that her grandfather has just recently passed, and the first clue to a treasure hunt that Gemma hopes will lead to her inheritance.

There’s just one major to complete the hunt, she has to go to her grandfather’s home in Taiwan. And the only way she can get there is by asking her ex and biggest high-school rival, Xander, for help. But after swallowing her pride, Gemma finds herself halfway across the world, ready to unearth her life-changing prize. Soon Gemma discovers that the treasure hunt is about much more than money—it’s about finally learning about her family, her cultural roots, and maybe even finding true love.

Filled with ingenious puzzles, a vibrant Taipei setting, and a delicious romance, Ex Marks the Spot is an exciting adventure by award-winning writer Gloria Chao, perfect for fans of Loveboat Taipei, The Inheritance Games, and Thirteen Little Blue Envelopes.

[tastelikeglttrr]

excuse me, um, I love you - character intro - 1

authors note: hey divas!! i hated the original one so i decided to do an official intro to my babies! these are the main ones 2 will have my side hos (tucker, dominic, maybe someone new 😉) lmfaoooo but enjoy pls :)

y/n - youruser

prada. cosmos. trips. digital cameras. journaling. lip gloss. vlogs. concerts. shopping.

Reader is a student at University of Southern California. She is currently studying (your major of choice). She's outgoing and loves meeting new people

Reader is very hard working. She's pushed to get where she is and is not willing to give up

Reader loves a good time and if theres a party. she's probably there.

egypt elyse - egyptelyse

valentino. leopard print. espresso martinis. house music. modeling. clubs. gold jewelry. black cats. french tips.

Egypt. has been best friends with the reader since middle school. she's a model living in NYC. She's ambiverted and loves talking to interesting people

Egypt. Is very stubborn. She gets what she wants no matter what it takes.

Egypt. Loves a good party. It may take a while for her to warm up but once the drinks hit and the right song is on. She's a goner

ian - iaaaaaaaaaaannnn

maison margiela. vintage watches. basketball. whiskey. perfectly rolled joints. underground rap. white tees. late night drives.

Ian. Keeps his emotions locked up, but when he cares, he cares deep. He’d rather show it through actions than words.

Ian. Doesn’t like to lose. Whether it’s an argument, a game, or someone he wants. if he sets his mind to it, he’ll find a way to win.

Ian. Acts unbothered, but he pays attention to everything. He notices the little things. the way you shift when you're nervous, the songs you skip, the way your mood changes before you even say a word.

xoxo

korie

[jadeshifting]

Hi Jade.

This may be a little random but do you have 2 DRself's you think would be best friend of they met? Or 2 you think would hate each other?

(Also can i claim the 🦊anon?)

i totally get this and i would like to DISCLAIM—all versions of me are me and all versions of you are you, so basically discussing this is not meant to alienate myself or anyone else further from their DRselves. say we just hypothetically scripted a reality where we’re meeting one or two of our DRselves as separate people so we could compare !! i got a little carried away cause it's so fun to think about me meeting myself over and over and over again ( self love guys )

so i've got four main fame DRs ( they're all different i swear. ) i don't think me in my NYC MODEL DR and me in my 2006 FAME DR would get along, because i'm messy asf and the center of attention in both of those DRs, so if i existed as both celebrities in the same reality i think i’d be beefing and trying to one-up myself.

but on the other hand, i think me in my ACTRESS DR and me in my POPSTAR DR would get along fine, because i'm a lot more level headed and focused on my craft in those DRs, and there wouldn't be any competition or career clash because i do acting in one and music in another

i think me in my HOGWARTS DR would get along with me in my SIX OF CROWS DR really well because i'm kinda overpowered in an annoying way in both of those realities, the kind of overpowered that sticks me with a lot of responsibility and expectations. i feel like the oldest daughter syndrome would bond us. me and me would be sitting sharing a bottle and lamenting all the pressure that's always on us

i also think me in my SUPERNATURAL DR and me in my THE BOYS DR would get along. i'm perceived as a total freak who gets kept around because i'm wayyyyy way too useful to get rid of, and the people around me eventually warm up to me cause i grow on them ( like mold. ) i have kinda strange hobbies and i think i could bond with myself over like collecting weird things and liking dead stuff

me in my CLUELESS DR and me in my SMALLVILLE DR have toooooo much in common not to get along. southern, gigantic hair, getting underestimated even tho i'm really smart. i'm a media fanatic in both of those realities ( and this one ) and super fixated on film or print media or something similar. i also have a really nice friendly unproblematic all-American boyfriend in both of those realities so i could giggle with myself about how nice my boyfriends are to me YIPPEE

as for who wouldn't get along i have to wrack my brain for that a little bit cause me is me at the end of the day, but then again, if i met a clone of myself in this reality i'm smacking tf out of her forsure. the most obvious thing it could come from is lifestyle differences. me in my BOARDING SCHOOL DR might give me in my WALKING DEAD DR a crazy look for being covered in dirt all the time, and me in my BRIDGERTON DR might be totally scandalized by me in my KARDASHIAN DR because those are just totally different time periods !!

thanks for the msg !! this was rlly fun to explore :^)

[olympeline]

FrUK FACE family Parent Trap AU, part 7! Part 1

So, Alfred and Matthew made a successful switcheroo and are now living with their other respective dads. The first few days for both of them just pass in a whirlwind of new experiences: new sights, new sounds, new smells, new surroundings. Alfred and Mattie struggle to take it all in, but in a good way. And, of course, at the centre of it all is Francis and Arthur. It’s tricky being around them because the twins want to get to know them so badly but they can’t act like it because that would be weird. Alfred in particular has to dash out of the house to go run around with Mr. Kumajiro a couple of times because the need was getting too much. Francis notices “Mattie” has become more energetic, but accepts Alfred’s excuse that he got really into sports at camp. It’s not such a stretch since Matthew has always been outdoorsy anyway and Francis puts it down to his little boy growing up. Wine, misty eyes, and a long purusing of their family photo album once Alfred has gone to bed that night. Francis may be a suburban dad now with a mortgage and PTA meetings, but he sees no point in life if one can’t be dramatic every once in a while ;)

Then, Summer is over, and the twins have to go back to school. Alfred to Matthew’s fancy private school, and Matthew to Alfred’s normal NYC public school. Alfred puts on his uniform (urgh, monkey suit! Didn’t his dad used to wear something like this?) and is surprised when Francis drives him to school rather than let him walk or get the bus. The school is pretty close, but Francis does it anyway. He’s chill about things like Alfred’s earring, but then pivots and is overprotective about stuff like Matthew getting to school alone. Weird. Meanwhile, Mattie braces himself for the journey on the subway. Arthur is generally stricter than Francis, but he trusts “Alfred” to make his own way to school right through the heart of New York? Weird.

School for both of them goes about as well as it could. Alfred has a lot of friends and Mattie is immediately swept up in their hustle and bustle. Acting up in class pains him, but he has to do it to maintain the illusion. Alfred isn’t a bad kid, but he is a loud and energetic one. Matthew does his best (cringing inside) but his teachers still comment on his good behaviour. Mattie is worried…until he goes home and sees how pleased Arthur is. The teacher messaged him and Arthur couldn’t be prouder “Alfred” is taking school more seriously. Mattie can’t feel too bad about it then. Not after seeing his dad smile. Until Arthur bakes them some cakes to celebrate.

It’s a curse, Mattie thinks to himself as he struggles to chew through the charcoal without his eyes watering. A satanic curse. It must be, eh?

Meanwhile, Alfred does his best to keep up his Mattie act in his new “ooh, la, la” (his words) private school environment. Matthew is a model student, behaviour wise, and warned Alfred that he can’t get in trouble even a little or people will suspect. This is not easy for Alfred. Even less because Matthew is also a loner, so he has noone to help distract him from the boredom. It’s not that the other kids dislike Matthew, rather they just don’t seem to notice him. The teachers appreciate how well behaved he is but they also tend to forget he exists. Again, extremely not easy for extroverted, vivacious Alfred. He can’t keep his exuberance fully under control and it’s a shocker moment for the class when their geography teacher has to tell Matthew Bonnefoy to pay attention for the first time ever(!) Haha, oops. At least they didn’t call Francis. Yet.

The twins have kept in contact and message each other frequently for hints and tips, and (in Alfred’s case) reminders about French vocabulary. They have a long talk about school after the first week and Mattie is irritated and stung when Alfred thoughtlessly comments on his lack of friends. Matthew snipes back about how happy Arthur was when the teacher complimented “Alfred” on his behaviour. Something which gets to Alfred more than he likes to admit. The boys end their talk early that night and both go to bed feeling ruffled.

The next morning when Matthew wakes up, he comes down to breakfast (🥲) as usual. Only to freeze in the kitchen doorway when he sees who’s making it. Arthur is sitting at the table, reading the paper news he still refuses to trade in for an app. At the stove, cooking omlettes that actually smell good, is:

“Buenos días, Al! You want two eggs or three?”

Mattie recognizes the handsone spaniard from the pictures Alfred showed him. His work trip done, Tony is back.

(Life has been busy so here’s a shorter update. Hope you enjoyed! Stay tuned for part 8 (´ε｀ )♡)

[yaoirific]

OC Interview!

Hiya! My name is Ricky – I'm sure you guys know me lol.. I hope so. I have 1k twt followers :,(.. Anyways, TLDR, I got bored and decided to imagine what it would be like if my friends interviewed my OCs! I asked around with everyone if they’d like to ask them anything, so, this is what I received! I hope you enjoy! Try and spot yourself!

What’s your favorite restaurant? - Juno Heather: Oh, gosh. There’s, like, so many to pick from! You guys expect too much from me, ugh.. If I had to pick one, it’d probably be this cute little diner on the corner near school. They have good fries and the absolute BEST milkshakes. I don’t really know (or care) what the name is, so, don’t ask.

Castor: Pizza. Wait, a specific place? You’re askin’ too much. Whatever, uh.. Dominos? Dream job? - Chroma Heather: That’s a hard one, for sure.. Just kidding! I’d totally love to be an actress. Being on a screen or under a spotlight is my destiny, I’m pretty sure. Nothing intense, like modeling. My mom does that, and it takes a maaajor toll on her. Yeah, I could never do something like that. Love her, though! Castor: Air Force like my dad. Or maybe something relating to healthcare. Or being a poet. I like all of those things. Military is my passion, though, but I’m sure my dad wouldn’t mind me getting a doctorate. Could probably save people in the same situation as my mom that way, y’know? Do you have a favorite place? - Kal Heather: My bedroom, probably. I mean, I also like our gym. There’s space for me to practice flag stuff and cheer, so I have a lot of things to do in there.

Castor: Same as Heather – my bedroom. Or just my house in general. I like to hang out with my dad, ‘n Janet’s always in my room, secure. I don’t have many places to go, but I’m not complaining. I like it at home. Then again, I did really like visiting my dad’s hometown in Australia. Brisbane. It’s a nice big place, lots of stuff to do. Wouldn’t mind going back, eventually.

Do you like ice cream? If so, what’s your favorite flavor? - Juno

Heather: Strawberry, all the way. Can’t go wrong with that, especially a strawberry milkshake with extra whipped cream! Ugh, I’m drooling just thinking about one of those. Do we get a lunch break? Castor: Not really. Cookie dough is an alright flavor, though. Definitely not my first dessert pick. Who’s your favorite music artist? - Juno Heather: Chappell Roan. No hesitation. I mean, I named my horse after her! If you don’t listen to Chappell, you are missing out 100%. She’s like, the best modern musician ever. She was definitely my lesbian awakening. ..Okay, no, she wasn’t. I’m a big fat liar. BUT, she’s definitely a close second!

Castor: Fleetwood Mac, MCR, the occasional Taylor Swift and Olivia Rodrigo.. Music is sort of the one thing that keeps me going. Heather showed me the Chappell Roan girl, her music’s pretty alright. Joshua Bassett – although what he did to Olivia was totally wrong – James Marriott, maybe some- [CUT FOR TIME. He wouldn’t stop talking.]

What’s your dream home? - Kal

Heather: Uuugh. What’s with all these complicated ones? This is dumb! Whatever. A nice, cute studio apartment or penthouse in New York City. I’d love to live in NYC. Isn’t that every girl's dream? I’m gonna move into a nice place, alone, and live my dream. I’m gonna be a famous actress, and I’m gonna be happy. Yeah. Apartment in New York. Castor: A little cabin up in the mountains would be quite nice, I think. Just me ‘n someone I love. That’d be well nice, I think. Maybe me and, uh.. Well. He knows who he is. We could be up there together – maybe a dog. Blue heeler, maybe a retriever. That’d be nice. For sure. What are your biggest strengths? What about your biggest weaknesses? - Chai Heather: Oh. Um.. Well, that’s, like.. Eh. I think I’m good at combat. It’s not hard to wrap someone in webs, [nervous giggle]. I mean.. I could definitely be stronger, but that’s probably my best quality. Combat. Maybe something like school – I’m pretty smart for a blonde. Weaknesses are.. A bit easier. I think.. my lack of upper-body strength is one. Even if I’m good at wrapping things up, I definitely can’t fight face-on. I’m lucky my power isn’t close range. Castor: Same as Heather, again, combat. I make sure to workout plenty to keep myself strong. My power’s a bit difficult to work with in fights, so it’s smart for me to make sure I’m prepared. It also prepares me for the possibility of joining the AirForce.. Hopefully. I’m not the smartest, though. I’m trying. For my dad. I mean, if I want to pursue any of my dream jobs, I’ve gotta be smart. I could be smarter, but I’m definitely getting there.

Heather-Only questions!

What are your top 5 albums? - Chroma

Heather: Ooh, gosh! You made up a difficult one.. Ugh. Uhhm. Okay. Number one: The Rise and Fall Of A Midwest Princess, Chappell Roan. Definitely. Number twooo.. Hmm.. Tragic Kingdom, No Doubt. Three.. Charm, Clario. Four.. The Mamma Mia! movie soundtrack. Aaand five.. Uuh.. Chaos Angel, Maya Hawke. For sure. Why are you so cute? - Toph Heather: Oh-em-goodness?? Are you, like.. Hitting on me? I’m so, so flattered! Um.. Toph? Weird name. Anyways! It’s so nice that you’re flirting with me! Anonymously..! Totally not stalkerish. Aha. Anyways.. Thanks! I’m cute cause, well, It’s not that hard to be. Duuuh. Castor-Only questions!

Do you have any hobbies outside of technology stuff? - Chroma Castor: Not particularly. I mean, I write poems. If you can count that. And I participate in my school's JROTC program, which is nice. I don’t write as much as I used to, unless it’s for someone.. Special. He knows who he is. ..Yep. How are you? - Toph

Castor: ..Uh. I’m.. fine? Thanks for askin’ mate. I guess?

THE END! Thank you for reading through this silly thing I decided to do to get rid of my writing bug and.. Well, I missed my OCs! :D - Ricky Yaoirific

[eternclsunshine]

Bc I’m very fixated on Faye atm … here’s some lore & hcs

She’s an only child, and because of this she’s been surrounded by adults her whole life (except school obvs). It’s helped her mature faster and being raised knowing how the world truly worked. Always listened in on the adults at the parties and get together that her parents hosted. Her nosiness stems from being the only kid in rooms full of scandalous adults - it was the only way to have fun.

The gossip blog and shit stirring definitely came from a place of jealousy when Faye was a teen - early adult age. She was always jealous of her other Hollywood and nepo baby peers who were allowed to enter the industry. Her dad was strongly against it and not having it at all lol.

Speaking of which! Her parents are great and she had a close relationship with them. Her dad hails from a business oriented real estate titan family. They’re very humble Italian-Americans from NYC. Her dad always wanted to instill being humble and good values in Faye, rather than being a vapid spoiled teen in the Hollywood industry.

Her mom is a nepo baby, who is the daughter of famous musicians. Grew up heavily involved in the industry as a model and video vixen, but traded that in early on to be a trophy wife. Her mom is still somewhat involved in the industry on one of those Real Housewives of Beverly Hills shows. She’s sweet and a great mom but ditzy and airheaded. Similar to Regina George’s mom.

Watching her mom has helped Faye cultivate the seemingly friendly and vapid personality whenever she needs to use it. She really has the best of both worlds with her parents and it’s shaped her two-sided personality a lot.

Hated it at the time, but Faye’s secretly glad that her dad pushed her to have an education and not get involved in Hollywood weird shit. This extended to her education and things growing up - her parents tried to give her the most “normal life” a super wealthy child could have.

She’s very boujee and above it all lowkey. She’s not really interested in having deep relationships with celebrities. And she doesn’t really think they’re ‘capable’ or anything deep. Sees them all as dumb and shallow and worth the exploitation. Would never get involved with one romantically.

[friendlyneighborhoodsailor]

First Response (Evan Buckley's First Love) chapter 1

I haven’t kept a journal since high school so bare with me, getting a homework assignment as an adult is a plot twist.  Thought I paid my dues in medical school, but oh well. Anyway, my therapist thinks it would do some good to document this transition. She thinks it will help me make a more clear decision on whether or not to take this position in LA General on a permanent basis. 

Getting offered the opportunity to lead an entire department is an honor, but also terrifying. Especially after transitioning over to family medicine 2 years ago from general surgery. A lot has changed since then…

Living in NYC really has been a cure for the dweller in me, very little time to stop and stare at your wounds. The constant motion kept me sane through all of the emotional bulldozers in my life. So obviously the vibe of the city + constant work, and before that school, have been pretty good distractions. But somehow, the longer I avoid the past it finds a way of making its way of crashing into my present. 

I'm rambling, probably to avoid the topic of what is actually causing my trepidation… it's not the job, I'm sure I can handle it and so is my former mentor or else she would've just offered it someone in her hospital currently, right? 

Anyway, I've created a pretty seamless life for myself in NYC, not too far from Pennsylvania so visiting my parents has never been an issue. Ex-husband (soon to be if he'd just sign those papers) is somewhere with his new family so its honestly been the calmest 2 years of my life. But if theres one surefire way to turn my life on its head, it would be Evan Buckley. 

I guess everyone is formed by their most important relationships, your parents, childhood best friend, and first love. Well for me, Evan was 2 out of three. We first met in elementary. I was, in my opinion, a model child (as my parents would call it, an old soul) well mannered, soft spoken, strong minded, and very structured. To be expected as a daughter of two former marines, right? Evan on the other hand… let’s just say it wasn’t exactly an instant friendship… A lot happened in between the start and abrupt ending of our relationship. 

To be clear, it’s not like I’ve thrown that part of my life and any remnants of it into a closet and slam locked it… We “keep in touch” briefly, safely. Started off as postcards, then emails, now there's a few text here and there. Safe distances. 

Evan was the most kind hearted, loving person I've ever known, but… lost, impulsive, thrill chaser, and that combination leaves a lot of casualties in its path. Every relationship I've had since (3) then has had the eerie lingering presence of Evan. It has created the framework of expectations for a lot of my life, before I knew better. Thank god for time and growth, cause I actually feel like I've shaken those ghosts and reset my foundation.

Clearly I'm saying all this because Evan is in LA. He's set up a pretty good life for himself there, I think he's found most of what he's always been looking for. His life updates always make me smile…when they aren't “Sorry I haven't checked in, I almost died In some ridiculous way” I could definitely live without those, but he's found a family and somehow managed to mend his actual family. There's a satisfaction of seeing someone you love finally reach their goal and finding themselves truly. 

I enjoy the distance, because we've somehow been able to keep alive all the best parts of our relationship, and I know that close proximity could only bring up old wounds and baggage that neither of us need to be navigating right now. Its in the past, why risk blowing up each other's present?  I don’t see the benefit. So since I've gotten to LA I've done my very best to keep our paths clear. So I was feeling pretty secure… until yesterday when I met Eddie Diaz.

[lunarcovehq]

SONG SEO-JOON (LEE JUNHO) IS LOOKING FOR...

Connection: Siblings (1/3)

Suggested Name: Family name is Song, given name UTP

Age Range: UTP

Species: Witch preferably, but could be a vampire or a wolf if they were turned

Suggested FCs: Any Korean fc (including mixed fcs that are half-korean), but some suggestions include- Daniel Henney, Alex Landi, Bae Suzy, Cha Eun-woo, Hwang In-Yeop, Jamie Chung, Lee Do-Hyun, Sang-Heon Lee, Im Jinah/Nana, Kim Se Jeong etc.

Connection Description:

Everyone in the Song family is successful in their own right, except for Seo-Joon. Their family is also incredibly rich. Their grandfather, Song Sang-Hoon, founded King Enterprises, a startup that would become the well-known medical and tech conglomerate it is today, being known for its skincare, cosmetics and medicine with recent interests in hospitality and aviation. 

 His step-mother is a famous model (who either is your character's step mom as well or their biological mother depending on their FC) and the face of King Cosmetics, and his father is a well-known director. Both dominated their social circles and were often far too busy jet setting around the world, speaking at conferences, and acting as prominent witches within the Lunar Cove coven to visit their son growing up in NYC all on his own. 

While his siblings (12 of them- with only 3 being playable), all of varying different ages, managed to find their niches at one point or another. 

I'm super open to determining how your character is successful in their fam- they could have not been the best at school, but now is an up and coming painter. They could be the 'perfect' parent with a seemingly perfect family. They could be an innovative architect who is trying to convince their grandfather to invest in a new line of hotels which they're working to design. They could be a model, a singer, a Soap star etc. Someone on the 30 under 30 list. I'd love for one of the siblings to be a manager of the Hospital or the new manager of K Labs (having taken over Seon-Joon's positiong after Seo-Joon went missing) etc.

Your character was born a witch and their parents weren't the type to put a ton of pressure on them. They were the hands off type and were more than happy to encourage their children to try whatever interested them, even if they often would send a bouquet of flowers to their child’s dance recital rather than appear in person. But, they had never been strict or overbearing and, yet, every single member of the family managed to thrive in some capacity except Seo-Joon.

But, while the parents didn't pressure on them, the siblings would compete between themselves and their parents would give more attention to those who succeeded and those who honed their powers as a witch given that being a witch was well revered in their family.

While your charrie grew up in Lunar Cove, Seo-Joon was raised by nannies in NYC after it became clear that he was the only human in their witch family. They grew up knowing that it wasn't safe for Seo-Joon to be surrounded by so much magic given they were human. The family didn't mean to isolate Seo-Joon. They simply wanted to keep him safe and give him the freedom to be able to travel the world rather than being physically trapped in Lunar Cove, but slowly your characters would be invited more and more of magic related trips while Seo-Joon received a sympathetic look in passing that felt more like an afterthought than he’d care to admit. It was almost as if after his abilities never came in and his grades at school continued to remain mediocre at best, they had given up on expecting anything from him which only seemed to be solidified when it came time for college.

The family bought a building at NYU to secure his place at a university as they did for a few of their other children who didn't make it into Ivy Leagues on their own. But, when Seo-Joon got car crash tw hit by a taxi in the city, his family became worried about his safety wondering if Lunar Cove might actually be safer for him than on his own.

After college, their parents made the decision without Seo-Joon's input that the safest place for him was the Cove where he'd be forced to stay for the rest of his life unless he wanted to risk losing his memories pertaining to magic. Your charrie could leave LC as much as they'd like, traveling around, while Seo-Joon was forced to stay. You watched the joy in your brother's eyes fade as they were given the position as manager at K Labs, despite being far from qualified for it, by their grandfather. His family had only tossed the underfunded research lab his way in an attempt to keep him out of trouble. It wasn’t as if they actually paid any mind to what him or the scientists who worked there were up to. But, by a strand of dumb luck, his team ended up creating one of the most exponential achievements in supernatural research due to his own incompetence.

Only the moment K Labs was turned around, Seo-Joon vanished. You believed he skipped town and would text his phone to get short winded answers. Your charrie could have been worried for his sake or resented him for leaving without a word. Only eight months later, your charrie has learned that he's alive and was kidnapped tw by the Catalyst this entire time.

Seo-Joon also goes by the nickname Song with people he's not close to, but your bby would likely go by their given name around everyone and, likely, would call Seo-Joon by his given name too.

I'd be happy to plot out more about our bbies- was your charrie the sibling who moved into the beach house he was living in before being kidnapped? What was their dynamic like growing up? Were they close? More distant etc.

Please be sure to contact the player before applying:

Becca is available for DMs on @cantfightmoonlight !!