#full bio and wcs coming very soon!

[rumblcs]

☆ﾟ.*・ ◞ ——— is that benedita ' benni ' carvalho on bourbon street ? the twenty-seven year old human who stays in the garden district ?  they are notoriously known for being diligent & astute but also meddlesome & unyielding . which is probably why they are considered the tenacious around town.  i wonder if they had their tarot cards reading, yet? either way, the cards on the table will reveal their fate soon enough

lil bio !

full name: benedita carvalho. nicknames: benni. gender: demi woman. pronouns:  she/they. sexuality: lesbian. family: fernanda & tomas carvalho ( parents ), bruno carvalho ( older brother ), distant " aunt/uncle " ( wc coming soon hehe ) species: human. hometown: jacksonville, florida. neighborhood: garden district occupation: investigative journalist at the local paper. label: the tenacious.

lil bio ( tw violence ) !

ever since benni was young she was curious. with each thing learned they needed to know absolutely everything. as a toddler her favorite word was ' why '. as they continued to grow and ask, benni's parents would push her towards a book ( maybe as a distraction ). so she essentially lived at the library, always reading something new tucked behind the stacks. it truly all started with falling head over heels with the mystery genre.

the thrill of attempting to guess the ending before it was revealed, analyzing clues as if she herself were amongst the pages. around the age of thirteen she began to notice how this distant relative they'd apparently met once when they were four was somehow in every family story. from every generation, transcending every single one. every time benni asked her parents they'd dismiss her and say it wasn't the same person, just multiple generations of the same name. while that answer was plausible, there was an instinctual feeling that it somehow wasn't the case. regardless of how impossible that may be.

over the years benni excelled in school and planned a future around journalism, even writing for their high school paper for experience and to beef up her college applications. with all their efforts, benni ended up accepted into columbia university. absolute dream come true. benni enjoyed college life, thrived in classes and had a healthy enough social life. there was one party that changed her life.

she unfortunately got drunker than intended and ended up in the arms of a very hungry vampire. in all honesty they don't remember most of it, basically only that there were fangs in their neck and then there weren't. the culprit on the ground either unconscious or dead benni didn't know. what she found out felt even more mind boggling. her savior ? that damned impossible relative. the one who now revealed themself as a vampire. admitted that benni's mother had asked them to watch over her for a few months until she settled into school, knowing how unsafe the city could be.

and just then had vampire's been thrown into her universe. benni's relative explaining their story of transition and onward. how with each generation they only introduce themself to family members who have had previous experiences with vampires, always hovering around in attempts to protect their family. then it clicked that her mother must have had interactions with vampires if she knew this relative to send out. now that benni had been attacked they informed her how to defend themself. giving benni their very own discreet wooden stake. this relative then compelled benni to never look into or research anything supernatural besides general knowledge of vampires. they knew the more one knew, the more dangerous it was.

leaving benni behind with their contact information, the relative road off into the sunset and benni was left to go back to their normal life. due to the compulsion she sort of did slide back into their normal life. continuing with school and being aware of but not terrified or overly interested in vampires. after undergrad went grad school and an internship turned job after graduation. though there was something still brewing under the surface, like she needed to start somewhere new.

the move to new orleans certainly did the trick. by this point benni's been in the city for like three months and is becoming increasingly interested in the off feeling inside of her ( internal push to supernatural ) and her interest in vampires is beginning to grow.

td;lr nosiest bitch you've ever met but with love<33 they love fun!!! they always have their daily dose of vervain and for good measure, their relative gave them a vervain bracelet.

[sagexmackenzie]

[ciswoman she/her] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [SAGE MACKENZIE]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [SAMANTHA LOGAN]. You must be the [TWENTY-FIVE] year old [WAITSTAFF AT TEJAS CANTINA]. Word is you’re [HARDWORKING] but can also be a bit [WORKAHOLIC] and your favorite song is [QUEEN BY LAUREN GRAY]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

Basics:

Full name: Sage Laken Mackenzie

Age: 25

Birthday: August 9, 1999

Zodiac: Leo

Height: 5’7

Family:

Mother: Illeana Mackenzie

Father: Holten Mackenzie

Older adopted brother: wc

Older adopted sister: wc

Younger adopted sister: Tilly Mackenzie (NPC)

Younger adopted brother: Frankie Mackenzie (NPC)

Connections: 

Coworkers: Aiden Stevens

Friends: Lia Cavendish, Aiden Stevens, Amara Washington, 

Boyfriend: Sully Shaw

Bio:

Tw: cancer, infertility, mentions of unsuccessful ivf treatments, parental abandonment, death.

Illeana and Holten Mackenzie dreamt of getting married and starting their own family. They were good people with great careers, and they were well off. They got engaged during college and after they graduated they had a huge wedding to celebrate. The two were excited to begin their family and having been together for so long before their marriage, they were ready to get started. It had been their greatest desire for as long as they could remember. They tried, and tried, and tried… and tried. No matter how many times they did they could never conceive. To say it was heartbreaking was an understatement. All their lives they wanted to be this loving family, parents who would do any and everything they could to help their children grow and succeed and be everything they wanted. But all of that had come crashing down. 

Being told they were infertile, it really took a toll on both of them. They started to mourn the loss of their future but they soon realized they shouldn’t give up hope just yet. There were other options to have children. The two began looking into getting IVF treatments- they had the money for it, after all! They were looking to their future with hope and full hearts.

However, it was a long process and it wasn’t successful for them. It was devastating and they felt the universe was trying to give them a sign that they shouldn’t and would never be parents. They decided to put it all on the back burner for a while. It was during this time that friends of theirs had started fostering a few kids, and watching the good her friends were doing through this, made Illeana think. Instead of coming back to the idea of IVF treatments, she asked what Holten thought about adoption. After careful consideration and looking into it plenty, they decided that would be what they tried next. 

It took much longer than they’d expected but they were finally able to adopt their two oldest children. It had its ups and downs but it was so fulfilling being able to make a difference in these children’s lives. The two also grew to love these children as their own. As time went on, they decided they wanted to adopt another child, and that was when they met Sage. She was a newborn surrendered by her mother at Aurora Bay’s firehouse. Illeana fell in love with her the moment she laid eyes on her. After another long process, she was adopted and officially a Mackenzie. 

Sage’s older siblings grew up knowing very little outside of the Mackenzie household, while it was all Sage had known. They were safe with Illeana and Holten, they were loved, and they were encouraged to be anything and everything they wanted to be. The Mackenzie’s loved their children as though they were their own and they did everything they could to give them all the lives they deserved. Nothing was ever too expensive, none of them were ever left out in anything, and they had a home full of love and life and happiness even after the heartache all of them had been through. In a way, their heartache was what brought them all closer together. 

When Sage was just five years old she took an interest in soccer. Holten had always enjoyed watching the sport so when he found out Sage was interested, he happily signed her up for her first peewee team. It was then that Sage’s interest in soccer grew into a great love and an obsession almost. Soccer became her whole life and her father was always happy to help her practice and run drills, and they of course watched it together as often as they could. Early on it had become a dream of Sage’s to be a professional athlete. 

When Sage was in high school her parents adopted two other children, Frankie and Tilly. They were both young but Sage did what she could to help them fit right into the Mackenzie’s, and while it wasn’t always easy to adjust to new kids in the mix, especially since Sage had been the youngest for so long, she managed. Despite how difficult it was for her to adjust to new kids and high school, there were a lot of great things going for her as well. Sage found a guy she knew was a good one, and the two started dating not long after meeting, Frankie and Tilly finally started to adjust to their new lives with the Mackenzies and by Sage’s Junior year she became team captain of the Aurora Bay Manatees. Life was great! It wasn’t long before scholarships from college came flooding in for her to join their soccer teams and she really felt she was getting somewhere in her life. She graduated high school and was excited to start her journey off to college, but that was when things started to fall apart.

Holten got sick. He was diagnosed with cancer right before the school year was supposed to begin and Sage was supposed to leave town. She knew she couldn’t leave behind her family during such an awful time, so she enrolled in Aurora Bay College instead so she could stay in town and be nearby. While Sage was still able to get on the soccer team, she found it hard to get her head in the game knowing her father wasn’t out there on the bleachers at her games. He never missed one the entirety of her playing the sport. It was hard and sometimes it caused her to drift off into thinking about what life might be like without him. She couldn’t continue to look into the crowd and see that empty spot beside her mom where he was supposed to be forever. The Mackenzie’s were also putting a ton of money into his treatments, and with Sage wanting to alleviate at least some of the stress, she got her own job at Tejas so anything she needed would come from her own wallet, not her parents’.

Sage almost quit the team but Holten made her promise him that she would keep fighting. She’d keep going and she wouldn’t be discouraged, and no matter what she would continue to play the game. He promised her in return that no matter what happened, he would always be with her on the field. With that in mind, she played better than she ever had before and worked harder than ever. A few years later, Holten was excited to share with his family that he beat cancer. 

With life looking up again, Sage hoped that things would continue to be good. She hoped that their days of bad news would be behind them at least for a while, but that’s when things started to fall apart again. Sully, the boy she’d been in love with since she met him, the one she knew she was going to marry someday… Well, it was his life that was turned upside down this time. Losing both of his parents, Sully was given guardianship over his younger sisters, causing all their plans together to change forever. There was so much grief and tears, but Sage was by his side through everything. Every court hearing, every time Sully needed a shoulder to cry on, every time Sera needed someone to read her a bedtime story. Down to the smallest things, Sage was there. However, it became evident that their relationship would be put on the backburner, and despite how heart wrenching it was, Sage knew that she needed to let him go. The two broke up, hoping to alleviate his worries and stress even to the smallest degree. She was always with him though. If they couldn’t be together romantically, they could be best friends. 

After all this time, Sage has graduated college, she and Sully found their way back into each other’s arms, and the Mackenzies still stand as a strong and happy household, there to hold each other when the world tries to crash around them.

@aurorabayaesthetic

[scuttle-buttle]

Chapter 1

Summary: Professor Laszlo Kreizler is a pretentious ass - that's the only way you could possibly explain the man. That being said, you needed a job to help pay for grad school, and the position of being his TA was the only thing available. You'll suck it up and deal with it, but the last thing you'll do is let this man get inside your head in the process.

WC: 1012

Rated: M (rating will go up)

Chapter Tags: dialogue heavy, “i dont give a damn about my reputation”, psychology talk

Check out the masterlist in my bio for more info & chapters!

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“Please - I’ll take literally anything you’ve got,” you beg the hunched-over man behind the desk. Bills had begun to pile up at your tiny apartment off campus, but given you were knees deep in your graduate program you were too busy for a full-time job. Due to your constant presence in the university library you figured it made the most sense to just get a job at your school.

The clerk huffed at you and typed into his desktop. You could see the reflection of the screen in his bifocals. Other younger students milled about as you wait; you just hope that they don’t sense your impending panic.

“Well,” the man drones. “There is only one avalible position. It’s as a TA in the psychology department.”

“YES. I’ll take it, seriously, I don’t even care who it’s with, please.” He just looks at you over his glasses at the outburst. He types for another minute.

“I’ve sent the information to your student email, please have all the documentation filled out as soon as possible. This position has been open for some time now, so the start date is this Monday. All the details are in the email.” You don’t bother questioning why nobody wanted the job to begin with, too excited that you found a way to pay the bills.

“Thanks so much” - you read his name tag - “Roger, you are my hero.” Throwing your hands up in relief, you bid him a good night and head home. You didn’t hear him mumble “your funeral, kid.”

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Bitsy, your roommate was already home when you burst in the door, bottle of cheap wine in your hand. “And tonight, we celebrate!” you announce. The two of you met in a required English course your junior year. You had gotten a two-bedroom off campus before your senior year. After graduation she entered the workforce as a journalist; you continued with your studies.

She whips her head from the tv at you. “You got a job?” You nod and do a little dance as an answer. “It’s about time, rent don’t pay itself, sweetie,” she sasses.

“Hey,” you point the bottle at her, “I haven’t let you down yet and I don’t intend to.”

She just laughs. “Nah I know, you’re the best roommate I’ve had in a long, long time.” Her New York accent is in full force tonight. Bitsy mutes the tv. “So what is this job?”

You snatch two mugs from the cabinet and plop next to her on the threadbare couch. “TA in the psych department.” You pour both of you generous glasses before chugging half your own and refilling it.

Your roommate squints at you suspiciously. “Do you even know anything about psych?”

She’s got you there. You feign offence at her question; “Of course, I took that one introductory course in undergrad with Stratton. I loved it, but I didn’t have room in my schedule to take any more. I know more than you think. And I did go to that shrink for a while.” She nods at you, knowing you didn’t like to discuss it much.

“Is she who you’ll be working for?”

“Um, I don’t know, didn’t ask.” You open your email app on your phone. “Roger, the love of my life at the student center, emailed me the information about the job. Let me check.” Bitsy waits as you search through the documents on your phone. It doesn’t take long.

Assignment:

Dr. Laszlo Kreizler

Courses: Introductory Psychology, Abnormal Psychology, & Criminal Psychology

“Who is Doctor… Kreezler?” Bitsy gasps. You furrow your brows at her reaction, confused. “What?”

“You’re working with Kreizler?” She cringes.

“I guess?” You look up to see her face. “I don’t- Bits, what's the big deal?” Now you begin to panic.

“Dr. Kreizler has a reputation on campus…”

And? “What is he like, a manwhore or something?”

“Jesus, the complete opposite. Everybody hates him - he grades impossible, requires that you come to see him during office hours and half the students leave ready to cry. He’s genius, but a dick.”

She continues, “I once heard a guy in the dining hall talking about how the professor called out this freshman in class and asked all these personal questions about how her grandfather dying fucked her up or something. He tries to get into everybody’s head. Never heard a good thing about him. I wouldn’t be shocked if he had a forked tongue and horns to go with it.”

Okay now you are definitely panicked.

At your paled complexion Bitsy backtracks “Oh but I’m sure he’s not all terrible? I mean you know, underclassmen - fail one test and the professor is evil…” Her words did little to ease you.

You spent the rest of the night and bottle researching Dr. Kreizler. He had no social media and there was only one picture online, but it was blurry. All you could make out was dark hair and a beard. He had been teaching at the university the last 4 years after moving from the University of Munich in Germany. You were able to find a few articles on one of his PhD theses, A Study of the Alien Mind: The Role of Societal Flaw in Creating Monsters Among Men. Skimming some, you note that he is very intellectual and wordy in his explanations.

Opening up the Rate My Professor website, you look him up.

“I’d give 0 stars if I could - he is the worst!!!”

“Literally f*ck this guy”

“Read my ass off, came to all office hours, still barely got a D in his 100 level”

“Not as bad with upper level courses, but only if you know how he works and can deal with his temper. Don’t expect higher than a C tho”

“watch out or he’ll try to psychoanalyze you in front of the entire class”

You blew a long breath out and closed your laptop. The clock on your bedside table read almost 2 am. I need this job, I need this job, I NEED this job, you chant to yourself.

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[becomingfractured]

✧.* { chase sui wonders & twenty2 } is that cameron forbes who’s come back from the future ? they’re  caroline & chronos’ bio kid, right ? i’ve heard they can be pretty destructive. how typical for a demigod. i guess they must rely on their intuitive side shining through. rumor has it they’re trying to hide the fact that she is afraid to face her mother in the past after losing her & her own baby in the future, but that’s probably just noise… 

stats !

full name: cameron fiona forbes. nicknames: cam. gender: cis woman. pronouns:  she/her. sexuality: bisexual. parents: caroline forbes & chronos siblings: carli forbes traits: observant, overwrought, intuitive, intransigent & destructive. species: demigod 

lil bio ! tw for baby loss & ppd

     cameron is the biological daughter of caroline forbes and chronos, she was around two years old when everyone was put to sleep, unfortunately leaving her with barely any memories of her parents. although she always felt a desperation to be close to her mother in some capacity, cameron grew up a rather happy child with her siblings and friends ( as happily as one could given the situation ). she was more on the quiet and polite side, studious, a stable friend and confidant for the people around her.

     when she fell pregnant after dating gray for a short while, at first she was incredibly terrified, though soon her feelings changed into happiness and excitement that in this moment she was close to her mother, experiencing something she had experienced. cameron was also excited to be a mother, be the mother she was sure that hers would have been if caroline had been able to. unfortunately that was not able to be the case. after an arduous and grueling labor, the baby did not survive.

     this absolutely shattered cameron. she became a shell of her former self. she was irrational, uncaring, harsh, and completely distraught. she essentially both imploded and exploded simultaneously. it was incredibly hard for her to keep it together, so she just didn’t. then with witnessing her mother’s death before being catapulted into the past, cameron is currently completely a mess. very unpredictable, could be quiet and unassuming one moment, then blowing up the next. she is terrified to be faced with her alive and unknowing mother after losing her own baby. 

wcs !

EVERYTHING!!!<33333

[escxpiism]

( olivia holt, 23, she/her ) * hey, i’m looking for the office of ALICE ADAMS. they’re the EMPLOYEE who’s known around the office as THE MASK if that helps ? not to be a gossip, but i’ve heard that they’re ADAPTABLE but JADED, is that true ? i also heard that they’re the one who CATFISHED DAVID HASSELHOFF. anyways, here’s the coffee they ordered.

hi y’all !! i’m may ( 21 // est // she/her ) and i am super super pumped to be here !! i’m also very much writing this against my better judgment ya girl’s running on four hours of sleep and has the option to sleep more but......... is not tired ?? so i do apologize if my mind is secretly tired and makes this intro,,,, even worse than it would be fahouedn. on with the show !! anyway anyway!! feel free to like this if u wld like 2 plot and i will hit u up!!

( also, for some vibes if you so choose to read, here’s the link to her playlist ! )

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QUICK FACTS:

full name: alice audrey adams

date of birth: october 26th, 1997

*will not perfectly reflect the zodiac big three below because that’s.... math.

zodiac big three: scorpio sun, virgo moon, taurus rising

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual

education: ged, bachelor’s degree in film — pratt institute

enneagram: 4w3

mbti: enfp

temperament: sanguine-melancholic

label: the mask

various inspirations: “nutshell” - alice in chains, “santa monica” - everclear, “polly” - nirvana, “jennifer’s body” - hole, “creep” - stone temple pilots, kate wallis ( cruel summer - shhhh ), heather davis ( crazy ex-girlfriend ), satana hellstrom ( marvel comics ), bojack horseman - without the amount of problematic ego ( bojack horseman ), eddie huang ( fresh off the boat ), the great britney spears evolution ( temporarily stopping at circus era )

BACKSTORY:

triggers in order: toxic family dynamic, grooming (nothing super in-depth), kidnapping (? like it was ‘willing’ but no. see next trigger for why), toxic “relationship” (and 11yr age gap w/ a 16y/o we hate it), straight-up captivity, very brief mention of suicide + heroin (very!)

*would like to quickly preface that this isn’t just Dark for the sake of being r/im14andthisisdeep but that’s for a later time **(also! i have markers for where the grooming + Super Dark parts begin and end! -- also, the Super Dark part is all very public knowledge. had articles. media frenzy. first thing that comes up if you google her name) *** also. if u need it then a tl;dr is below this section hfkldsa

alice audrey adams was born to the type of family that names all of their children alliterative names ( however, they sadly didn’t get their own kardashian-style show )... alexis adams (working name, utp if taken as a wc)... alfie allison adams (working name, utp if taken as a wc)... born to anna adams and allen adams... we hate it here.

as u can see... all of the kids were basically named after allen... they all had ‘al’ names.... extremely confusing 

plot-twist: THAT’S the darkest part

the adams were very concerned with public image. as a family in the upper echelon, they simply had to be! a narcissist father, a distant mother, put in competition with her siblings — there was no truly healthy dynamic in the household. but they looked good. they went to church every sunday, a ‘wwjd’ sticker on the back of her mother’s car. they did just enough activities and took just enough trips together to get the image across. they threw parties. they attended parties. they were the picture perfect american family — they even had two cats in the yard! life used to be so hard! 

of course, in reality, this all left ms alice quite the lonely gal. but don’t worry! she didn’t turn to hedonism! lord no! instead, she turned to other people. a lot of friendships — couldn’t tell if they were real or #fortheclout — but at a point, did it matter? 

grooming tw: it all came to a screeching halt when she met luke johnson, the son of their neighbors. he came back from california to georgia to visit family, care for his ailing father. oh, he was a good man! sure, he was ‘somewhat’ older than her — 27 when she was 16 — but he was such a good, handsome young man! and they were all still calling him young man, after all. 

alice ‘began’ a torrid affair with luke after about a month into his visit. although she saw no immediate wrong in it, he insisted she keep it a secret ‘for the time being’ — which really just made it all the more exciting! he made all the storm clouds that hovered disappear.

one day, the levee broke for alice (still figuring out what exactly happened because i don’t wanna go too dark since this is already extremely dark, but trust that it had something to do with her parents and was just enough to push her over the edge). convinced luke was the only safe person, she turned to him. knowing their small community would catch on and essentially exile him, he took that opportunity to convince her to go back to santa monica with him where they could ‘start anew’ after his father’s death.

there are a few details i plan on adding regarding like. how legality playing into it. but i may just reserve those for an official bio lhakfsdfj

**BEGINNING OF SUPER DARK** for a while, there was the question of whether they should consider it a kidnapping or not. she went with him willingly, but she was still underage (and… you know, that age difference… the power dynamic... gross y’all). the adams insisted that it was (bc it basically was lbr) — primarily because it would make them look far better — but the community still questioned the logistics and legalities of it all… ugh. did the police really wanna deal with that? ugh. 

in any case, on the other side of us america, autumn was nearing. alice would have the very occasional inquiry over how school would work (very occasional! don’t worry, luke!), over the logistics of her new life… and, after receiving multiple calls from various friends (in addition to her siblings) that sounded genuine, began wondering… if she’d made the right choice. questions about him.

when she began bringing up the idea of going back — at least for the school year!! — he would continuously remind her that she was not old enough to buy herself a plane ticket (and he was not about to do that). she also couldn’t rent a car yet (and he certainly wouldn’t let her take (one of) his car(s)!). but most importantly? he loved her. and she loved him. (what a creep!)

so, for a hot second, it seemed like she was stuck. damn legalities!! damn love!! you know, until she texted her older sister back with all of the problems that only being 16... and “in love”.... caused. her sister offered to fly down, buy her a plane ticket, and fly back with her. 

when luke saw this (with all the unrestricted access to her phone he had so he could block, delete, and manipulate as he pleased), he confronted her. things went awry. she wound up in his budding wine cellar (which he soon emptied, of course… those merlots :( ….). he messaged back and, as her, said it was actually all good!! luke had figured out the logistics and she could call whenever she wanted!!

and those calls became frequent! because she would pick up when luke held it up to her! because she was pretty sure luke would kill her if she didn’t!

she wasn’t sure how long it was until she was officially Found. it took what was ruled a suicide by luke, a shot to the head and heroin in his system, to finally get any authority’s attention. all she knew was that she went to santa monica in mid june and she stopped seeing regular daylight by late july. so some time in august to some time in april… **END OF SUPER DARK + GROOMING**

she was returned to georgia shortly after and everything was different. from herself to her friends. but everything was also the same. from her room to her family. it was all… teasing. she began going to therapy, but she really sucked at it?? so she just let her therapist rely on various articles that covered the event. because it had been a media circus. good enough, amirite?? 

she didn’t have the will or patience to put on that peppy facade she’d had before, but there were still a few things she found a smidge of joy in. music (although her taste had… slightly altered and wow! it’d been almost a year since she’d picked up that bass!), videography… just those small things, you know?? 

for the first half of the ~ 2014 fall semester ~, she attempted actual school. really was not working out. with, for probably the first and only time, her parents’ approval and understanding, she dropped out and studied for a ged -- shorter and self-led -- instead. 

she passed with a pretty decent grade... but it’s been argued that she really shouldn’t have gotten into pratt institute (she was at least realistic and didn’t apply to, like… cornell), but she did. national news helps. 

while in the concrete jungle where dreams are made of, she learned of masters. she submitted an application as a joke — because her grades sucked!!!!! — but guess who got a job?? oh, she could pretend it was because her selected portfolio was actually genuinely good… but, man… we all know…

fun fact: my uncle applied to harvard as a joke. some twenty-five years later, we still haven’t heard back :\

she… continues to suck. like… she kinda wants the place to eventually burn down?? figuratively speaking (or is it…) but ya, for all the monopolizing she has seen turn people Evil?? but the hell can she do about it… just gotta make sure she keeps her in-house videographer job… maybe she can do something about it when she like… is capable. fuaihoelwdjkn

she sees an in-house therapist and i’d say ‘good for her,’ but it was mandated l m a o 

doesn’t talk about herself all that much!! but that might not matter for some people, yk?? ugh journalism <3 

y’all im so bad at ending intros.

TL;DR:

(consult above trigger list): bright kid in a super rich and toxic family because obviously. everything they did was just to look good <3 also they all had ‘a’ names which is the biggest tragedy of all :( ‘fell in love’ when she was 16ys/o with a 27y/o who was visiting to care for his father in his final days. had a torrid affair. creep. creep (luke) basically made her ‘fall in love.’ she thought creep was the only safe person at one point and creep was like ‘wanna go back 2 santa monica w me?’ and she was like ‘yes.’ and everyone was like ‘was this kidnapping... we cant tell....’ then he became even more possessive when she started questioning him and some logistics. when she finally found a way she could go back to georgia for a spell, he was like ‘no u can go in my wine cellar btw i will be taking all of the wine out.’ he kept her there from august to april and... only reason he didnt keep keeping her was bc he was Caught so. back to georgia where the devil went down. everything was Worse. even the things that were the same. but hey, the sob story that landed her in the news plenty of times got her into a college she shouldn’t have gotten into and gave her a leg-up in a joke application for a job at masters (in-house videographer). really bad at doing her work but like... fuck the man i guess?? 

PERSONALITY + HEADCANONS:

has no time for Fake Nice (which, as a born southerner, she’s really good at sniffing out!). has no time for arrogance. kind of makes her at odds with the nyc upper class...

on that note, still got a lil bit of some georgia twang

she lets herself indulge in various vices, but has left a previous hedonist status. weed and alcohol are still pretty common, but everything else is kept at arm’s length.

also, while on that topic, she Does Not drink wine. being trapped in a cellar... kinda makes u averse. like. literally despises it. will go on autopilot and make it KNOWN if offered wine.

also ALSO while on that topic, after looking it up and seeing she fits the new york city requirements, she has a medical marijuana card <3 the one good thing, if u ask her, to come out of therapy/psychiatry <3 will not show it off unless absolutely NECESSARY bc then it gets personal or <3 will lie about why and say it’s like for epilepsy or sumn unless ur rolfe but <3 she has it <3

at odds with herself. enjoys the company of others, definitely has a history of being an extrovert, but has become very selective with the company she keeps. 

VERY private person! has had enough public standing! 

...has occasionally used her story to advance her tho bc it’s her national newsworthy tragic story and she can exploit it if she wants <3

when good charlotte said “i don’t wanna be in love”?? she felt that. her last ‘relationship’ ruined that for her <3 save her <3 

used to be really into pop! bc pop is fun! she loved some britney (i mean... she still does... how can u not!)! but. her taste has changed drastically. rarely listens to pop. has traded britney for like.... hole and the like.

her parents didn’t use this as the basis for her name but,, 2 me,,, she’s named alice for a reason <3 gotta luv alice in chains <3

y’all i found a youtube comment on a video called ‘nirvana - half the man i used to be’ (the song was, in fact, ‘creep’ by stone temple pilots) and it’s <3 her music taste <3 click here for it <3

the above said, dresses like she’s in seattle in the early 90s. 

her rumor is true btw she DID catfish david hasselhoff and she will proudly tell u. it’s her best accomplishment.

completely stopped talking to her parents and got cut-off a while back ago so now she’s livin like the Prols

which is how a rich kid one of my profs once advised referred to his classmates.... hilarity ensues.

the above in mind, her parents say she’s testing the waters as a ‘normal person’ to save face. they can’t have anyone knowing their family isn’t perfect <3

she has a pet turtle whom she named “dr. turtle,” although he’s constantly referred to as “doc” or “the doc.” he has his own youtube channel and tiktok account.

she has a wall full of evidence that courtney love did not kill kurt cobain... it makes sense, believe me.

became a vegetarian...... partially because it was different from her original life and a way to control something, partially because this commercial made her feel SO BAD.

literally her default mode is stoned like... a totally sober alice is rarer than a nessie sighting

when she was 18, before she could ‘hold her liquor’ as well as she can now, she got a lil too drunk and now has a portrait tattoo of courtney love on her forearm. but it was done well at least!!

kind of ironic considering her career, but RARELY posts on any social media site except twitter. after the media circus in 2014 and All Eyes On Her, she’s just..... so tired...... of ppl seeing her face and being like ‘omg ur that wine cellar bitch!’

(drugs tw) has become more and more Addicted to playing around with fate. j chill on a ledge, talkin to some pals, but deciding it’s a good idea to swing her legs on the wrong side of ledge? totally! mixing a lot of alcohol with opioids which she is not accustomed to? DEF!! (end tw)

more to come!!

CONNECTION IDEAS:

i have two (2) queued up!! but while we wait for them to post, i’ll just… link them over here: 1, 2

muse u <3 the other half of her subplot from the main <3

her older sister!

her younger sibling!

some of the basics!! you know: close pal, roommate, drug buddies (but she gotta hit them up), fwb, ons, frenemies, enemy

ppl who recognize her from the 2014 luke johnson articles and have either brought it up or,,,,,,, act Awkward™

cld be fun 2 just have like. a jam bud. someone who plays any instrument and they j. jam sometimes.

ppl she sells. some of her medical marijuana to. bc yk what weed may be legal in nyc now but,,,, she’s still found a way to be broke she will accept anything. and also it just became legalized THIS YEAR so!!

i have a budding wc page @ https://escxpiism.tumblr.com/wcs (and when i say budding, i MEAN budding) so feel free 2 check it out!!

more to come!!

[myhusbandsasemni]

Underground Hero: The Beginning

Summary: Foxfire and Silas meet for the first time uwu

WC: 2327

Content Warning: Electrocution, torture, pain, near death, heart failure

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“Welcome to being a hero, Silas.”

Silas looked down at his new papers and smiled. He was a hero now. He could really officially help people the way he wanted to now. Not to mention that he'd get paid for it, but that hardly mattered. Pay really just meant money for supplies to help him become a better hero. And he would. He wouldn’t be number one, heavens no. The number one spot was way too much attention. Number one spot can get someone killed. No. Silas was happy to work quietly, doing the background jobs that no one ever found out about because it’s just not that glamorous. But he would do good.

“Thank you, Sam,” Silas said with a nod to the vice president as he stood in the man’s office. Sam’s walls were covered in pictures of heroes and newspaper clippings. As the vice president, Sam was the unofficial head of the superhero licencing committee. His term would go until he retired or until he was deemed unfit for the job in any way, shape, or form. The president was voted in separately from the Vice president. 

Sam smiled. “I’m glad to have you. You surprised us all, though, I have to admit. It’s been awhile since someone in their late thirties decided to be a hero. After all, heroing is more of a kids game.”

“Then what are you doing here, old man,” Silas teased.

Sam laughed, rubbing his hand through grey speckled hair. “You got me there.”

The memory shattered there.

Silas bolted awake as electricity skittered through his spine and wrists, throughout his whole body. This one went a lot longer than the others. When it finally let go, it was all Silas could do to remember how to breathe. 

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since he had been captured. Three weeks since he was taken and strapped to this forsaken chair with prods digging into his back and wrists, activated so randomly it had to be controlled by a computer. He was so exhausted he spent much of his time in a half daze, unable to sleep comfortably knowing he would only be waking up to another bolt down his back. Sometimes, the zaps went for much longer, other times they were itty bitty jolts to scare him. Silas hated it. He was tired. He had given up the thought of rescue. He didn’t have a team and the group who had captured him were very, very good at making people disappear. Still, he had thought Sam would have sent someone to look for him. They were friends after all and Sam knew a lot of people.

Silas hung his head and lamented his pitiful state. He had not been up from the chair since he got to this too bright room. He was filthy, to put it mildly. He ached in so many places, his muscles were atrophied, he was constantly hungry and thirsty, though he wasn’t actively being starved. And a pain had started up in his chest a few days ago. If Silas were to have a guess at that one, he would say that his heart was finally giving in to the strain. Silas probably wouldn’t live to see the next week. He had accepted that.

“...hero, amirite?” a voice said, passing the door. “Absolutely pathetic. What good are his powers now?”

The voice faded and Silas gritted his teeth. Ahhh, his powers. They weren’t much at all. He fought more with his brains and brawn than with his power. He had abilities with bio electrical pulses. He could change a person’s mood or knock them out with a touch occasionally. He could sense where electrical bugs were in a room or what was wrong in a system flowing with electricity, but he couldn’t really manipulate it outside of living beings. Only mess with it slightly. Which was probably why his captors thought it would be really funny to slowly electrocute him to death. 

Silas straightened and stretched as much as he could against the straps at his wrists, ankles, and the one across his bare chest to make sure he back stayed connected to the prongs. He relaxed as much as he could. The pain in his chest was getting worse. Maybe he should be planning to greet death a bit soon-

Silas screamed as another shock rocked through his body. It stretched on and on and on. When it stopped, the machine made a high pitch whine to match Silas’s own groan. His muscles were spasming badly. His chest pain was increasing. He came back to himself very slowly, like his soul was reluctant to still be in the vessel of pain. Silas could smell something.... Cooked? This was no longer burned skin and fat. The prongs were probably now in contact with his back muscles, having burned everything else away. It hurt. It hurt so badly. Silas wished he didn’t have to breathe. It stretched at the skin on his back and sent agony deep into his chest with every inhale.

There were tears on his face. He didn’t want to die. He had accepted that he probably would, but he really didn’t want to. He wasn’t scared of death. He was scared of dying like this. 

Silas fell back into unconsciousness at some point and was awoken not by yells of drunken henchmen or the electricity spiking in his body. Something had dimmed the lights for the first time in three weeks. He opened his eyes and stared at his lap. Then, he lifted his head. For a moment he thought he was seeing things, or maybe that this was the form that death decided to use when it came for him, but neither of those felt right. 

A slightly glowing blue globule squeezed under the doorway and came out from under it with the smallest of sucking sounds and then a strange pop. It rolled across the ground, wobbling back and forth a little bit, spreading and stretching weirdly. The blob became more of a globe shape when it stopped in front of him. Silas stared at it. He felt something rise up in his body. Maybe,... hope? 

The globe pushed forward, climbing up his leg and then his chest and neck and nuzzled the side of Silas’s face, pushing his hair back and snuggling in. Silas curled his head towards his shoulder to cradle it there. It-no...she was a perfectly normal texture. She had the feeling of soft, warm hands cradling his face. If Silas hadn’t been so tired, he would have started sobbing. She was warm and he could feel her humming.

Silas felt her slide across his face and out of his hair behind him. He bit his lip to keep from crying out to beg her to stay. He turned his head to see her zip around the machinery and then disappear inside. She vanished just in time for Silas to hear the quick warm up sounds of the machine. He winced and felt the hair on the back of his neck rise, but there was no pain. Not even a spark came through. Silas listened to the absolute silence after the machine made it’s winding down whine. Then came the stomping footsteps.

Two henchmen came running in. One was taller and thinner, and the other was short. The tall one looked Silas over and then turned to the machine, coming to the correct conclusion that Silas had nothing to do with the failure. Not in his state. The shorter one probably knew that as well, but Silas could easily tell he just wanted an excuse to fight.

“What did you do?!” Short yelled, stalking forward as Thin came around the machine to inspect it and see if it was fixable. 

Silas flinched away from the man and said nothing. Short growled and got directly in his face. Silas didn’t even try to look at Short’s face. The man snarled and Silas almost didn’t feel the first hit to his stomach. Then he couldn’t breathe. Blows were rained down on his face, his sides, his stomach, his shins, everywhere the horrible man could reach. Ever punch to Silas’s chest sent him back into the prongs just a little more, awakening the burns and aching flesh. The pain built up in his chest, tightening everything there so he couldn’t breathe. He could feel his body start to spasm under the blows as it tried desperately to right whatever was wrong. It took a full minute for either of them to notice this.

“Stop!” Thin exclaimed as Silas choked and his arms spasmed as he began to feel black encircle him. 

Silas barely noticed the two leave the cell at a run. All he could focus on was the feeling of tight bands constricting on his chest. He was sweating and the urge to throw up grew in the back of his throat. Darkness started to take his vision when he could suddenly think again. He had thrown his head back against the chair. He lifted it with a grown and looked down to the round blob that had rested on his chest. She pulsed gently to a heartbeat. No, he could feel his heartbeat. She was telling his heart when to pump. 

‘I broke the machine,’ a soft voice said in his mind. It felt like a small girl’s voice. ‘I couldn’t let them hurt you more.’

Something clicked in Silas’s mind and he could feel her there. She was communicating in his head. And he could feel her worry, childish love, and desire to help. He also felt her loneliness. He knew in that hazy, delirious moment that he would protect this girl from anything that dared threaten her. 

“Who.. are you?” Silas asked, voice cracking. 

‘I’m Foxfire,’ she projected into his mind. ‘That’s the name I chose. I’m here to save you, Silas. I need help, Silas.’

Silas had so many questions, but none of them seemed to matter now that the pain and tightness in his chest had lessened slightly. 

‘I can open your cuffs and unlock the door,’ she projected seriously, gathering what remained of his concentration. ‘But I’m tired. I’ll be able to tell you how to get out, but I’m going to be useless besides that.’

“Why are you tired?” Silas got out as she enveloped his hands and undid the straps. 

‘I wasn’t ready to come save you.’

“Why’d you come if you’re tired,” Silas asked, doing his best to keep a slur out of his voice. 

The blob, Foxfire, stopped. She moved in a way that reminded Silas of a small girl looking up innocently at him. ‘They were going to kill you. I couldn’t let that happen.’

Silas nearly fell forward as she zipped across his chest and undid the strap there. The weight of his body pulled him off the prongs, and Silas refused to think about the sounds or the pain that had caused.

‘You have to stand up,’ Foxfire projected, concern layering the command as she rolled over to unlock the door. She came back a lot slower as Silas struggled out of his chair, trying to ignore the aches that made themselves known all over his body. He could barely straighten his legs. Foxfire glued herself to his chest and pulsed gently. He put his arms across his chest under, cradling her tired form a little as he stumbled forward. By the grace of whatever powers were out there, Silas tripped only when he was at the door so he could lean against it and gasp for a moment.

‘Do you need a break?’ Foxfire, asked.

“No,” Silas breathed, grabbing the door handle. “No. I can go.”

Silas opened the door and stumbled into the corridor. He leaned against the wall across from the door as Foxfire murmured, ‘Go left.’

With one hand cradling the only beacon of hope Silas had left and the other on the wall, Silas started what felt like the longest journey of his life. He could feel how tired Foxfire was, and didn’t blame her for just giving directions, but it was nothing compared to how Silas felt. His legs complained with each step his heart pounded, his head throbbed, his new bruises stabbed with pain with almost every movement. And on top of it all, he was just tired. Tired all the way down to his bones. 

Foxfire finally told him to turn right and then open the door. They would be outside the base. ‘We’re in the city,’ Foxfire said, sounding very much like a child on the verge of sleep. ‘So just find someone to help.’

Silas nodded barely. He had no more energy to even think anymore. He was able to gain some control over his powers so he could sense the guards in the dark and avoid them easily enough for someone who was about to keel over and pass out. He slipped through the fence, ignoring the cuts he got on his arms and legs from the barbed wire. He stumbled down several alley ways. He must have looked to be in absolutely horrid condition. He saw several of the back alley way druggies giving him pitying looks that easily said, ‘At least I’m not doing as bad as he is.’

Silas stumbled out on a street and kept walking. He was numb all over now. The pain was gone due to adrenaline and built up shock. He only stopped when a man asked him if he was okay. He paused to see who it was, but without his forward momentum he started to fall. The civilian managed to catch him and pulled out a phone to call 911. Silas closed his eyes, ignoring the words over him and focusing only on the sleepy globe on his chest. He fell into a deeper sleep than he had experienced in three weeks. 

Underground Hero Taglist: @doubi-ixi @my-dump-of-whump @thethistlegirl

[shawnsassymendes]

Alpha Centauri

synopsis: a trip to Alpha Centauri for some questions only she can answer.

a/n: oops shoulda known rewatching would just ignite the flame once more, 11th doctor always gets me. @someoneunimportantxx @ijustreallylikeshawnokay

wc: 1.8k

{Masterlist in Bio}

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You woke up to the Doctor’s arms gripping your waist, pulling you closer to him underneath the blankets. You knew he was having a nightmare, he’d been having more of them recently. You had almost died on one of the latest adventures and he couldn’t seem to shake it off.

“Hey, it’s alright. Just a dream, my love.” You whispered, coaxing him out of it slowly as to not shock him. 

His eyes squeezed and he grunted lightly as he got pulled out of his slumber, confusion clear on his face. “y/n? you- where are-”

“I’m right here. Ponds are in their room. We’re all fine. Tardis is keeping us safe, like always.” Your words of reassurance calmed him down immediately.

“Tardis. Always keeping us safe, isn’t she?” He mumbled as struggled to fully escape his sleep.

He opened his eyes and looked at you for a moment, almost like he was making sure you were really there. “I love you, so much.” He breathed out, the words coming straight from his hearts.

“And I love you more.” You smiled, brushing away the strands of hair coming into his eyes.

“You can’t possibly.” The Doctor began, starting the only argument you two ever seemed to have.

“Hush now, go back to sleep. I’m tired.” You whispered, nuzzling your face into his neck and attempting to drift off again.

“Alright, love. Sweet dreams.” 

But the Doctor didn’t go back to sleep. He couldn’t. He never could after those horrid dreams. Horrible painful nightmares. Always felt too real. He had to make sure you were okay, so he stayed up. Hands always somewhere he could feel your heartbeat, ears always searching for your deep breaths in the dark.

You awoke to the whirring noise of the Tardis, of course he was up and about doing who knows what. He was always like this after a rough night. You put on a pair of sweatpants and sauntered over to the control deck.

“Did you even go back to sleep?” You asked as soon as you saw him whipping about the control panel.

“Of course I did.” 

“Are you lying to me?”

“Of course I am.”

“Come on, let’s go eat.” You rolled your eyes and turned to head to the dining room.

“No thank you, not really hungry.” He called to you, screen in hand as he read some readings in Gallifreyan. He only switched the settings to Gallifreyan if he was hiding something from you. You made sure to make a note of that.

“First he doesn’t sleep, now he doesn’t eat. What next, eh? Will I have to bathe you?” You complained, looping your arm through his and pulling him along with you.

Amy was already sitting at the table, plate of full Scottish breakfast before her. Rory was making himself a cup of tea at the tea corner. All Tardis made of course, she always knew exactly what you wanted when you wanted it.

You placed the Doctor in the seat across from Amy and sat next to him. A plate of Jammie Dodgers found itself in front of the Doctor, almost like it was always there.

“Can time lords get diabetes?” Amy mused out loud, stabbing a slice of sausage with her fork.

“I’m not sure, let’s find out.” The Doctor grinned and bit into a cookie.

Rory plopped himself into the seat across from you. “So where are we? You were up so early whizzing about on deck, have to be somewhere.”

“Alpha Centauri. I love Alpha Centauri.” The Doctor smiled, picking up another Jammie Dodger.

“It’s his favorite star.” You pointed out, taking a sip of your perfectly warm tea.

“Your favorite? Why have we never come here before?” Amy asked, always the curious one.

“I don’t come very often. Well, I only come when I need answers. Haven’t needed one of those in a very long time.” He said, words slowly dwindling down to a mumble.

Amy and Rory both looked over at you, eyes wide in question. The Doctor never needed answers. He always had all the answers.

The man in question jumped up from the dining table. “Actually, I think I might go ask her right now.”

As soon as he was out of earshot, the question was asked. 

“Is he okay?”

You didn’t really know how to answer that. Physically, yes he was fine, tip top condition. Mentally, that’s another story. He hasn’t been okay in that department since he was about 8 years old, which was an incredibly long time ago.

“No, I mean not really. He’s not dying or anything.” Amy let out a sigh of relief, constantly afraid since that one time. “But he’s worried. He’s too in his head. I’ve only seen him like this once before. When he was the previous him.”

“Was it when he was changing?” Rory asked. 

You nodded. “But he’s not changing this time. It’s something different. I thought I knew but I don’t know anymore. He’s hiding it from me.”

“What did you think it was?”

“I thought he was still a bit shaken up from last time. When I...” You trailed off, not really wanting to say the words. “He’s been... troubled since then. More affectionate in front of people, mainly you two.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed. Even kissed you the other day right in front of me. He’s never done that before.” Amy mentioned, recalling the situation from a few days prior.

“He’s not very fond of public displays of affection. But then I saw something this morning. He’s scanning something I think, the Tardis is helping him. But he’s hiding it from me.”

“And the Alpha Centauri?”

“He brought me once. When he just turned into this one. He was incredibly out of sorts for those first few days. You remember Amy?”

Amy nodded. “I remember.”

“He asked her so many things I didn’t understand. I didn’t know him like I do now.” You recalled, you were only with the previous Doctor a few weeks before he regenerated. Late enough before the regeneration to not get attached to him. But you remembered him, even missed him some days.

“Well, let’s go see what he’s asking her now.” Amy smiled, chugging down the last of her orange juice.

“I think we should give him-” Rory started, his wife already halfway down the corridor. “-some space.”

“He’s had enough alone time, I don’t think he would mind us coming along right about now.” You smiled at Rory and took his hand.

“I think he’s still worried about you.” Rory said.

“He’s never been this worried before. Never lasted more than a couple days. This has to be something bigger.” Your eyebrows were furrowed as you tried to think if he had mentioned anything recently.

“I still think it’s you.”

Amy was sitting on the seats surrounding the control panel, watching the Doctor. He was sitting at the door, feet dangling into the stars below. Alpha Centauri shining bright about a quarter of a light year away. Amy was quiet as the Doctor spoke, very unusual for her.

“But you must know.” He said, clearly talking to the star. “It’s too many dreams. They’re too real. Is it some sort of premonition?” 

He paused, listening. You knew she could speak, but you didn’t speak star. The Doctor spoke all the languages, though. “I am not! I am simply... worried. That is not a way to die. I won’t allow it.” He turned around and saw you standing there, listening intently. He motioned for you and patted the space next to him gently.

You walked over and sat next to him, legs crossed beneath you. You were never too keen on the legs in space, butt on the Tardis thing. The Doctor put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. “What’s she saying?”

“She says I’m going soft.” He scoffed incredulously. 

“You’ve always been soft, love.” You giggled. 

“I am the cause of nightmares for entire species across the universe. I am not soft.” The Doctor grumbled to himself.

“What did she say about the dreams?” You whispered, knowing he was changing the subject.

“She- are you sure you want to know?” 

You blanked. 

He had never asked you that before. He knew you had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge so he never asked. This was different. This knowledge was painful, you could see it in his eyes and feel it in his erratic heartbeats. 

“I- I don’t want to know.” You stated, promising yourself you wouldn’t take it back. But it wouldn’t hurt if...

“It’s not bad.” He said, like he could read your mind. “It could have been. That’s all I’m going to tell you. It’s all fine now. You’re here with me and it’s all fine.”

“Does she say anything else?”

“She says she really really likes you. Best human I’ve ever asked about.” He smiled at you, like he was proud of what she told him.

“Have you asked her about a lot of humans?”

“Just a handful. But what she does is she looks into their entire existence. She looks at it all, from start to finish. She cannot, however, tell me the fixed points in a life. Like falling in love and having specific children and dying and the like. But she is easily bribed.” He grinned to himself because you knew he could hear the star defending itself. 

“You know the slight buzzing noise you hear sometimes, when it’s quiet and you’re alone. That’s her. That’s the only trace she leaves when she looks through someone’s existence.” 

“And she said she likes me?” You smiled.

“Oh yes, very much so. Says you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. Or will happen. Whatever point in your life she’s referencing.” The Doctor explained, waving his hands around as he spoke.

“The best thing that’s ever happened to you? But you’re so old! And I’m just a human.” 

“Humans are extraordinary, my love. And you seem to be one of the best according to Alpha Centauri. And I’m not surprised. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” 

He held your face with both hands, thumbs caressing your cheeks right below your eyes. “Look at you.” He whispered, as if he were in awe. He placed a kiss on your forehead. And then one on each eyelid. And one on the tip of your nose. 

“Absolutely perfect.” He whispered before finally placing a chaste kiss to your lips. 

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thankyou for reading my lovelies. ik this is a shawn blog and i will continue to write for shawn and if my love for doctor who grows ill probably make a sideblog. but i dont think im going to be writing a lot for doctor who but who knows. anyways thankyou for reading, feedback is greatly appreciated. if you could, i would love it if u sent me your favorite line from the fic. that would be so nice but you dont have to its fine. i love you guys.

[ofcmckenna]

new york’s very own mckenna asher was spotted on broadway street in jimmy choo romy pumps . your resemblance to taylor hill is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty-first birthday bash . while living in nyc ,  you’ve been labeled as being materialistic , but also devoted . i guess being a taurus explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be wrists covered in makeup swatches , a perfectly blended halo eye ,  and never being seen without perfectly manicured nails . ( i once made a fake account to expose information about myself just to get more followers ) & ( cis-female & she / her  )  +  ( lia , 19 , she / her , cst . )

hello , loves ! it’s me , lia ( i also play margo ) back again with another trash child that i’m hoping you’ll all love as much as i do <33 i first came up w kenna many years ago and haven’t had the opportunity to write for her in a long long time , so i’m really excited to bring her here ! as always , if you wanna plot go ahead and LIKE THIS and i’ll happily come love you down . if discord is more your jam , hmu there too @ 𝐛𝐛𝐧𝐨$𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥#1904 . love y’all !!! 💕💓💕

S T A T S ↴

-- * FULL NAME : mckenna sophia asher -- * NICKNAME(S) : kenna ( preferred name ), kenny , ken , mick -- * AGE : twenty-one -- * D.O.B : may 10th -- * ZODIAC : taurus -- * GENDER : cis-female -- * ORIENTATION : bisexual biromantic -- * HEIGHT : 5″7 -- * NATIONALITY : american ( has dual citizenship in america and wales ) -- * BIRTHPLACE : colwyn bay , wales -- * OCCUPATION : youtuber / makeup artist -- * TRAITS : devoted , ambitious , hard-working , materialistic , stubborn , patient , sensual , reliable , organized , possessive , imbalanced , attention-seeking

B I O G R A P H Y ↴

honestly i am........ too lazy to make this a nice bio so plz forgive me for settling on bullet points ,, but at least that’s less reading for you !!!!

mckenna’s father is from wales and works as a plastic surgeon for the rich and fabulous and her mother is from new york and works a beautician and stylist for celebrities . together they had 5 children in total , the kid in the very middle being kenna . the family spent most of her childhood living in wales before moving to new york just before mckenna started high school

all of her siblings are really talented . it must be in their genes or something to have an affinity for the arts . her older brother is in a popular band . her older sister is a principal dancer . her younger sister is an incredible painter . and her younger brother is like six so he’s still coming into his own but there’s no doubt that he’ll be a prodigy at something

and what about mckenna ??? well she tried following in her brother’s footsteps by learning a bunch of instruments but none of them clicked . after that she tried to take dance classes with her sister but it was clear to see that she had two-left feet . she could barely draw a perfect circle , so painting like her younger sister was out of the question too . eventually she tried to pursue an acting career , auditioning for tv shows and movies but never booking anything more than a handful of commercials

so she spent a majority of her life feeling pretty inadequate compared to her siblings . she just wanted to be good at something , anything really . and she wanted to be praised for it . luckily , she eventually found her thing . though it was sorta unconventional : kenna figured out that she’s good at makeup . it’s basically an art form in itself and since she had the time on her hands to practice , she got pretty good at it

she started posting her looks on social media , gaining a little bit of attention on her instagram and later even starting a youtube channel ( at the time it was called pinkglitter2234 bc she was like 13 and cringey ). doing makeup and making youtube videos was her new favorite pass time and pretty much all she did throughout high school . kids in her school started recognizing her as “the the girl who talks funny and makes youtube videos” ,, so that’s pretty cool ig

it really wasn’t until her senior year that her channel gained a serious following . by the time she graduated she worked her way up to 1m subscribers and just a few hundred thousand away from having 1m on instagram too . CRAZY . and since youtube had become a serious job to her that she wanted to continue doing , she figured that she’d take a gap year off just to focus on that and building her personal brand . so she moved out and got an apartment in the city , paid for all by herself ( though mommy and daddy’s money certainly helped furnish it with all her lavish stuff ) and got to WORK

that ONE gap year turned into a gap... three years ??? she never applied to university and honestly she doesn’t plan to anytime soon ! her social media career has never been more poppin’ tbh . she has like over 8m subscribers on her main channel ( now called makeupmckenna ) and just a little bit under that on her vlog channel . she’s had various partnerships with different makeup brands , colourpopcosmetics , morphe , and lancôme just to name a few . on her channel she also does fashion / styling videos , which has gained her attention from several brands that have sent her pieces to promote and invited her to see their shows at fashion week and whatnot . big money moves basically !!

okay now for her secret : basically ,, kenna is hard-working don’t get me wrong , but she’s also obsessed with increasing her following and is willing to do anything if it means signal boosting herself and becoming more successful . so basically , at one point she made a fake account that posed as one of her “haters” “exposing” her-- and since no publicity is bad publicity , it got more people talking about her and following her . she even made a sob story youtube video in response to the “hate” she was getting and the rumours that were sparking because of it . the account has since been deleted but that doesn’t mean that the screenshots of the rumours aren’t still circulating the internet . it’s been a few years since the “scandal” but that doesn’t mean that it still doesn’t get talked about from time to time

P E R S O N A L I T Y  &  F U N  F A C T S ↴

personality-wise : kenna is a sweetheart ! at least on the outside ! like she lowkey has selfish motives sometimes when it comes to gaining online popularity , but outside of social media she is genuine and goofy and a good friend i swear . would give you the designer clothes off her back if you’re close to her . also affectionate because she’s from a big family that actually has a healthy relationship with each other ( minus kenna’s minor jealousy she used to harbor as a kid... she’s kinda grown out of it now as a young-adult who’s successful in her own right ) so she loves to love . super materialistic though . loves shiny things and owning the newest trendy stuff . definitely thinks that money can buy happiness and she’s super stubborn so you cannot convince her otherwise . loves attention , will do just about anything to get it but if it doesn’t fit her “pristine girl next door” image then she’ll have to do it in secret . and since she has made a name for herself as being “innocent” , she doesn’t party too much . just not a big fan of that lifestyle

just bc she never went to college DOES NOT MEAN that my girl is dumb  .. she actually likes to keep learning new things by constantly reading and trying out new skills . she’s v much a jack of all trades but a master at none . minus her ability to beat her face and talk to a camera lol

she’s fluent in both english and welsh , and used to have an accent when she was younger but has since taught herself to sound super american . she thinks it makes her more appealing idk

very family orientated and keeps in close contact with her siblings and parents despite the fact that they live all around the world doing their own things

has collabed with loads of famous peeps not just for youtube videos but getting to do their makeup for gigs . she’s gotten to a point in her career where she’s able to bridge the gap between influencer and professional artist y’know what i mean ??

loves dogs . has a dog named tate who frequently makes appearances in her posts :)))

consumes an unhealthy amount of caffeine daily

doesn’t know how to drive . doesn’t even have a license or anything and who knows if she’ll ever learn tbh

she’s bisexual but has only come out to her close friends and family . hasn’t outwardly said anything to her following but they can probably make assumptions considering who she’s been seen getting close to . like it’s not a big deal to her , she likes who she likes , but also doesn’t think it’s anyone else’s business besides whoever she’s dating / sleeping with at the time

W A N T E D  C O N N E C T I O N S ↴

EDIT : i have in fact made a wc page so peep that here if ya want ! xox

[hadley-mcdaniel]

「 ms. hadley mcdaniel 」

Full Name: Hadley Grace McDaniel

Nickname/s: Had, Hads, Haddy, HadDog 

Gender: CIS Female

Date of Birth: February 16, 1989

Age: Thirty one

Ethnicity: White

Place of Birth: Tupelo, Mississippi

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

@tupeloextras || [tw: mention of bullying]

Hadley is the youngest McDaniel child, the only girl born to her parents after four boys before her.

Growing up, she was very sheltered and protected by her older brothers.

She was definitely a nerd in high school and was always reading instead of playing sports like most of her brothers. If she didn’t have a book in hand, she probably had just finished one.

Hadley has a bunny!!! Mr. Darcy is the loveliest little dude and yes, he’s named after that Mr. Darcy because she’s!!! a!!! total!!! nerd!!!

If you have a character that went to school with her and has anyone that would’ve teased her about being such a nerd, pls let me know! Additionally, it could be playful teasing or more of like… not so friendly/playful, ya dig? She was definitely bullied some.

Hadley’s a virgin and therefore doesn’t have any hook up connections for me to offer you but I did am going to submit a WC for a HS ex-boyfriend and I’d be open to any kind of awkwardness you want to write out surrounding this whole situation.

She attended the University of Alabama so Roll Tide and was also in a sorority there. She’s pretty girly and fit right in.

Her best friends are @ariellexkane and @sabrinaxelliott. She lives with Arielle right now. The three of them are definitely ride or die.

Hadley’s preferred method of staying in shape is eating right and doing yoga. She almost never runs or lifts weights.

[ full bio here ] - coming soon.

[collinmnt]

Have you seen COLLIN ANDERSON ? This THIRTY-FIVE year old is a FILM DIRECTOR who resides in MANHATTAN. HE has been living in NYC for SEVEN YEARS, and is known to be RELIABLE and OBSERVANT, but can also be RESENTFUL and QUICK-TEMPERED if you cross them. People tend to associate them with ALL-NIGHTERS and FAST TYPING ON A KEYBOARD.

hi friends! it’s gabs again, because i have no self-control. u know the drill, like this if you’d like me to hit you up for some plotting with my new mans!  cc. @cityofdreamsstarters​

tw: teen pregnancy, car accident, death, child death

about —

full name: collin ashton anderson age: 35 birthday: december 3rd, 1984 (sagittarius) sexual orientation: heterosexual gender: cis male pronouns: he/his

bio — tw: teen pregnancy, car accident, death, child death

collin is technically the youngest of 3 siblings. his oldest sister, kate, was only a year older than him and his fraternal twin sister (and she’s older than him by three minutes. you bet that wasbecause they were so close in age, the three of them were always very, very close. 

the anderson family was based in boston, ma, for most of their lives. collin’s parents would sometimes move around the world because of his father’s job as an international bonds trader, but it happened the most before the children were born. the only significant move collin and his sisters did was a move to london in their teen years, after begging their father to let them come with.

him and his twin sister were tutored for the two years they were in london, but that didn’t stop them from going out and making friends with a multitude of people. 

he met kate’s boyfriend kit, and thought he was a cool guy. although there wasn’t much of an age difference there, collin always thought kit was so much cooler than he’d ever be. probably because of the accent, or because he was a bit jealous of his sister spending so much time with someone else, other than them.

collin felt like kids his age had way more freedom on this side of the pond, and because his father was so busy with work and his mother so busy in boston with her own job, he had the opportunity to really embrace this freedom he thought he lacked in the states. you name it, excessive drinking and a moderate usage of drugs were probably the most prominent things he did... aside, of course, when he got a girl pregnant and then just... skedaddled. he did not want to deal with the consequences of his actions, and it just happened to line up with dad’s timing, and they moved back to boston soon after he got the news that he’d be a father at age 17. to this day, he hasn’t heard of the girl or the child (who would be 19 by now... wc? maybe? who knows. too many brits???)

so, he went and got his high school diploma, then decided to take a sabbatical, because he had no clue what he wanted to do. well, he kind of did, but he wondered just how much his father wanted him to get a degree in business so he could later join him at his stupid, boring job. during this sabbatical, he travelled around the east coast with his digital camera, filming some cool things every here and then. he really wanted to go into film, but again, was afraid his parents would disapprove. 

but when he mentioned it, they didn’t. his mother even suggested nyu’s film program — her alma mater. and collin got himself a full ride scholarship from none other than daddy’s wallet. boy’s never had to worry about student loans or... anything, really. 

after his undergraduate, and after thinking he wanted to do the filming, he realized he had a bigger passion for directing. having all creative power over a feature was almost self-indulgent. so he got his masters at the american film institute conservatory in los angeles, having his thesis feature film financed by none else than his father (of course).

his film got awarded at afi and also made it to a few national festivals, even winning some awards. 

a couple of years later, he took his sister kate to london for his work, simply wanting her company as he met with a british studio for a potential contract, which would’ve been collin’s first international feature film. oddly enough, his sister decided to stay. 

not too long after, collin began getting a lot of job offers in new york, which prompted him to move there, permanently. although his family still thought he was too far away, it was closer to boston than los angeles, if anything. and every time he could, he would bring up the fact that at least he was still in the country.

so, now that he was older, he didn’t think kit was that cool anymore. in his opinion, really, he seemed a bit selfish, if anything. almost like kate was being held captive, as the rest of the andersons didn’t get to see her much unless they made trips to england, which of course were limited due to time and money. 

still, he was happy that she was happy. he attended her wedding in 2013, and was elated to find out he’d be an uncle two years later. 

surprisingly, all the pushing collin and his twin did to get the pair to relocate to the states eventually paid off. last thing he heard was they were planning on moving, which was great news since collin had only seen the twins in person twice, and he wanted to watch them grow and spoil them as much as he could.

however, he never got to do that. he heard it from his parents, that kate and the babies had died in a car accident, driving to see kit’s parents, of all people. questions upon questions arose in the family. why hadn’t he been there? why did she have to drive alone? why didn’t they come to her instead? why, why, why? where could he place the blame? it all of course fell on christopher, very fairly so in collin’s head.

imagine having your whole being, then having a chunk of you ripped away all of a sudden. that’s how losing kate felt. it was too unfair, and unnecessary, and could’ve been easily avoided. if only he had cared a little more. if only. 

every since kate’s death, collin’s personality shifted a little. he went from being a carefree ball of energy, to a moody little bitch. not all the time, and he’s getting a little better at it, but he is way grumpier now than he was before. it’s just been impossible to fill in the chunk of him that was ripped away, no matter what he tries to fill it up with.

i am still figuring him out as i go so headcanons and everything else is tbd! i’ll def make a connections page though, but as always, i am down for anything and everything! 

[thelittlestcheshire]

Hello! I’m Katie, and this is my muse Ches. If any of you were in Luxor over the summer, you know this pain in the ass so I’m probably gonna do a quick “here’s where this brat was” recap at the bottom, along with anything I’ve changed between that Ches and this Ches! I’m really excited to be back, and I’m really looking forward to roleplaying with everyone.

I also have the habit of writing crazy long bios when I do bother to write them so there’s a tl;dr for that, also some wanted connections at the bottom. I love plotting so if you ever have any ideas, feel free to come excited scream with me here or on Discord! So without further ado ♥

TWs:  Gun Violence / Murder / Death (not by Ches), Blood, Abuse (Relationship), Cheating, Mental Illnesses, Drugs/Alcohol, Overdoses (also not by Ches / did not result in death)

Is that HAILEY CHESHIRE “CHES” ELSWOOD? Wow, they do look a lot like KATHERINE MCNAMARA. I hear SHE is a SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN year old SENIOR who originally attended CARNIFEX Academy. Word is they are an ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be IMPULSIVE and STUBBORN, but on the bright side they can also be ENERGENIC and LOYAL. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself. [KATIE, 23, EST, SHE/HERS]

Last Edit: 8/26/2020

♥ basics; Full Name: Hailey Cheshire “Ches” Elswood Preferred Name: Ches Elswood Age: 18 Birthday: July 19th, 2002 at 03:22 am Sexual Orientation: Biromantic bisexual Relationship Status: It’s complicated ( @ Elliot ) Occupation: Student Nationality: American [with French dual citizenship] Ches’s Car

♥ classes;

Anthropology

Shakespearean Studies

Linguistics

Latin

Music

Advanced Sociology

Advanced Psychology

World History

♥ extracurriculars;

National Honor Society

Theater Club (Actor)

Concert Band (Piano)

♥ background; Place of Birth: Paris, France Hometown: Manhattan, New York, New York Health Issues: Borderline Personality Disorder and PTSD, not that she likes to admit to it, however. She’s also highly allergic to the Perciformes family of fish (tuna, mackrel, perch , and bass). While she’s okay with the  salmoniformes (Salmon and Trout), she really doesn’t touch fish outside of... literally salmon she makes herself since that’s all she trusts ok. ((Shellfish is fine though) Traumas: Watching her mother die (mugging gone wrong/shot to death)

♥ physical; Face Claim: Katherine McNamara Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Red Height: 5′3 ½” (not at fc height quick side note) Weight: 115 lbs Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc: Mole above her belly button, a few moles on her thighs, freckles and face moles. (Face Ref 1, Face Ref 2,  Body Ref 1, Body Ref 2) . She also has a tattoo now.

♥ zodiac;

Tropical

Sun: Cancer Moon: Scorpio Mercury: Cancer Venus: Virgo Mars: Leo Jupiter: Cancer Saturn: Gemini Uranus:  Aquarius Neptune: Aquarius Pluto: Sagittarius Lilith: Aries N Node: Gemini

Placidus Orb

I ASC: Gemini II: Cancer III: Cancer IV: Leo V: Virgo VI: Libra VII: Sagittarius VIII:  Capricorn IX: Capricorn X MC: Aquarius XI: Pisces XII: Aries

♥ relatives;

Father’s Full Name: Edward Valentine Elswood Father’s Status: Alive Father’s Occupation: CEO/Owner of a multi-billion dollar luxury goods conglomerate  (net worth of 50+ Billion in fact - in turn, Elswood kids do NOT bat an eyelash at prices) Mother’s Full Name: Julia Andrieux Elswood Mother’s Status: Deceased [shot by a mugger on the twin’s 8th birthday] Future Step-Mother: Rebekah Carroll (soon to be Elswood, watch this space lol) Step-Mother’s Occupation:  Siblings: 6 brothers and sisters (family page here) Elswood-Carroll Children Oldest to Youngest:

Logan Elswood (24)

Jamie Elswood (22)

Emmett Elswood (19)

Cade Carroll (19)

Jonah / Ches Elswood (TWINS)

Flynn Carroll (16)

Effie Elswood (14)

Ella Elswood (10)

She also has a niece named Isabella (Belle) who’s now almost 8 months (DOB: 07/10/2019). Belle belongs to her oldest brother, Logan (and Belle’s mother isn’t in the picture).

This is a link to the Elswood family page if you’d like to know more about her family.

♥ relationships; Ex-Significant Other(s): Probably a handful of people tbh, hit me up if you want this as a WC Reason for Separation: Stuff not working out, Ches getting bored before she got attached, so on - she’s a flirt tbh, it takes her wanting to get invested for her to stay Current Significant Other: N/A

♥ misc;

Hobbies and Talents: Ches’s main hobbies are playing piano and archery (she forever misses her bow and arrow while she’s at school), as these are also the two things that are best at calming her down. She has an intense love for acting, so it’s not uncommon for her to be one of the first people to sign up for auditions, and she tends to sing a lot so musicals are truly her shit. It’s not uncommon to see her in the library, reading a book late a night.

However, a talent she doesn’t exactly own up to often is her talent for forgeries and lockpicking. While she doesn’t use these skills as they’re intended for often, she does tend to practice them a lot, so she’s not rusty for when they are actually useful.

Pinterest Section // Musings Tag // Playlist (it’s an in general Ches playlist tho)

Ches speaks English and French fluently, her mother was born and raised in Paris so she learnt them both at the same time

DO NOT CALL HER HAILEY unless you really want to end up on her shit list, it’s her biggest pet peeve, she will glare at you for hours.

She’s the mom friend if your mom friend also goes “I HAVE THE BEST IDEA” and drags you into trouble. Literally, the one who frets over you and proceeds to get you into trouble.

This muse does what she wants, I just write it down I apologize always for her

Doesn’t really... seriously date too much because of past situations (Her older brother slept with the first person she truly loved) and she tries to avoid falling in love

That being said platonic I love yous are her shit, she loves her friends a LOT

Ches is very serious about her studying (and wanting to be among the best of the best because - this girl has Ivy league college dreams and she has no intents on fucking those up), so like expect her to do shit like read an entire textbook at the start of school and study at midnight when her insomnia is kicking her ass.

She’s a bit of a closet nerd - if you look under her bed she has a chest of comic books, she’ll just lie if you ask her about them

Ches left Luxor due to a family emergency in October, it was a really hard decision (and it was a really hard decision to come back). She is just now coming back to school.

She got her tattoo while she was away from school, using a forged note of parental consent in New Jersey.

♥ bio;

TWs: Gun Violence, Murder, Death, Blood, Abuse (Relationship), Cheating, Mental Illnesses

Growing up as an Elswood means two things, you have a lot of siblings and a lot of money. Her parents had decided to raise their children in Manhattan, New York, where they could keep a close eye on their multi-billion dollar conglomerate. Her mother, Julia, would take them on trips constantly too - when she wanted to get the children away from the hustle and bustle of the city they’d go to their vacation home upstate, or their private island, or even to visit their family in Paris. At that point in life, Ches was happy. She had a solid group of friends, she had the best friend she could ever imagine having in the form of her twin brother, she had a loving and warm family, and she had a parent who would tell her no.

When she thinks back to her life before the incident, it feels like a completely different story. A fairytale even, perfect and happy in every way compared to her life now. However, it wouldn’t last, after all, fairy tales didn’t exist and reality was a much crueler mistress. One could say Lin-Manuel Miranda described it best; “life doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes and it takes.”

Everything changed on her eighth birthday when her mother took her out shopping to get a present for twin brother Jonah at Palisades Mall. A man came up with a gun while they were in the parking lot and asked for all of their money. Julia Elswood compiled but she made one mistake, the simple utterance of “Cours, Ches” as she gave the man her purse.

Ches might have gotten out of the event alive, but not she was not unscathed. Julia Elswood was pronounced dead when medics finally arrived on the scene, her blood coating her daughter’s hands and clothing from Ches’s attempts to stop the bleeding. She might have survived the event without physical harm but she was never the same child she was before after that.

One day she had an intact family, the next day the Elswoods were in ruin. Her father completely shut himself out from the family, only coming out for birthdays and holidays. Her oldest brother stepped up as their parental figure, first starting out with homeschooling before he eventually dropped out to ensure his siblings were getting as much of his time as they possibly could. He tried his hardest to make the loss of their mother easier on the younger girls especially, given how young they were at the time. She helped him with the girls as much as she could (and overtime she slowly started filling the role as their second parent). Because of how busy the younger Elswood children kept him, sometimes Logan didn’t have the time to comfort Ches when she woke up in the middle of the night, haunted by their mother.

That was when Emmett stepped in. It wasn’t uncommon for him to sleep on her floor so he’d be there when she woke up terrified out of her mind, and he was there when she just eventually stopped sleeping like people tended to. Over time she realized that Jonah and her weren’t truly two peas in a pod the way they used to be, that Emmett was the only Elswood who truly got her. He wasn’t perfectly normal either, his thoughts and feelings were flawed like hers.

In a family that made her feel so broken at times, Emmett was a saving grace - a reminder she wasn’t alone.

Going to school in Carnifex was an easy decision when you felt so alone at home, at school she found a close group of people she loved and cared about - she felt less alone and less like her family were judging her, and when the feeling came up - she could always toss herself back into her schoolwork and pretend that maybe, just maybe, she was just a normal kid living a normal boring life. Family issues easily bred vulnerability though, and it was that vulnerability that was exploited not long before she was set to start Carnifex.

Long-distance relationships weren't’ supposed to be easy, but when she fell in love for the first time. At the time, she had thought she was as fucked up as she could ever be, that at this point she was just focused on healing the wounds her mother’s death had left in therapy and after that, everything would be fine. James Ruth quickly showed her how mistaken she had been, even now she doesn’t like thinking about everything he had done to her. She doesn’t discuss everything he had put her through in the time they were together nor does she have any intentions on truly discussing the worst of the abuse she endured while dating him and she was home - even in therapy. It did, however, have an effect on her, it made her terrified of truly falling in love with somebody again.  (Note: James is also a massive reason why she doesn't get along with her brother Jamie, the two Elswood siblings never recovered from Jamie sleeping with Ches’s boyfriend. It causes a good deal of tension in the Elswood home but Ches can’t just forgive him, her brother never even apologized for his actions, she wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t hurt her because her father wanted them to get along for his own sake. They were on the rocks before this and afterward, the tension just got a whole lot worse.)

Going back to Carnifex her sophomore year was a key factor in helping Ches get away from her relationship, and it became as much of a home for her than her actual home was the longer she attended. Sure, she still misses her younger sisters, she misses Emmett and Camellia, and she misses her friends in the city. She also dislikes just how restricted she truly is when it comes to Instagram and trying to grow her influence while she attends Carnifex. Networking had to wait until she was home and sometimes she questions why she decided boarding school was a good idea. And then Ches looks at her friends, at the education she’s receiving, and all the fond memories she’s developing. Carnifex, and now Luxor, was well worth the fear of missing out she feels. 

If you had asked her at the start of this school year, she would have told you nothing could have gotten her to leave school for any amount of time her senior year, she had spent the whole summer at Luxor (even after hearing about her baby niece, that meant a lot) - she finally settled in, she couldn’t imagine anything happening that would cause her to leave the academy. And then, on October 16th at two am in the morning, she got a phone call from Ella. Their oldest brother, Logan, had overdosed. While his drug addiction had never been a secret to the family, his relapse had been a surprise to Ches. Her brother had sworn up and down he was fine, that everything at home was okay. Going back to New York was a no brainer, her family needed her - and she needed them.

Logan, who’d been the closest thing to a parent she had since her mother died, almost died - she almost lost all the parental figures she ever knew. It was hard, getting adjusted back to New York City, she threw herself into her school work and did her best to fill the shoes Logan left open as he went through rehab, and then, adjusted back to being home. While she stayed in touch with the people she had at Luxor, she wouldn’t come back until her brother way okay - until she felt safe about leaving him with his daughter and their siblings without her as a backup. Coming back to school this time was really hard on her, the homesickness is worse than ever and she’s constantly trying to check in on her siblings (because mom!Ches is truly in full force and she’s trying to get it back down) but she’s glad to be back. She’s missed being at Luxor, a lot, so she’s glad to be back.

TLDR / quick important notes bio recap for rereads:

Ches’s mother was murdered on her 8th birthday in front of her

She was raised by her oldest brother, Logan, and is NOT close to her father really. She also helped raise her younger sisters and is very protective of them.

The Elswood she is closest to is Emmett, Jonah and her grew apart after her mother’s death.

Ches’s first real love was James (an NPC), they dated (entire)Freshman-(mid)Sophomore years, it was abusive (much more than Ches will ever discuss unless she gets majorly close to someone and they HAVE to know (cough still hasn’t happened though cough)) and Ches is now terrified of falling in love again. Her messy as fuck relationships & exes all start after this point.

Ches’s history at Luxor is pretty much in-tact, changes will be below in another section!

Ches left Luxor because of her oldest brother, Logan, overdosing. He is alive but she stayed in NYC until he was out of rehab / stabilized in order to take care of her younger siblings and her niece, Belle.

Notable Luxor Notes:

Anything relating to Thomas (for those of you who know what I mean) really hasn’t occurred, so if you mention it she’ll just be like “who?” This seems like the easiest course of action given how things were left off

Other muses of note I’m not going to account for are: Asher (more will be added as needed).

Ches isn’t a member of the Churchill Circle (I’m leaning towards was never one either just because the reasons she joined are no longer a factor so... she probably wouldn’t have ever joined)

If anyone wants to change history and/or keep it intact, feel free to dm me to let me know and I’ll update this accordingly. 

Wanted Connections:

Exes (when Ches dates it’s not for long, but she’s definitely the type to be like “I’ll go out with you” if asked and then... dump you if she thinks she’s getting too attached. So her exes are either on good terms, neutral terms, or they probably dislike her a lot)

Former friends with benefits - while Ches is no longer taking on new ones because of Elliot (and is starting to wean off her current ones), I’m always willing to headcanon past things!

FRIENDSHIPS  (I am weak af for a good friendship plot, never be afraid to be like “hey can our muses be friends” the answer is legit always yes)

Enemies (Ches can... be a lot so it’s not unlikely she’s pissed people off ok)

[garyofrivia]

For They Shall Be Satisfied

Arthur Morgan x OC

Chapter 6

(masterlist in bio)

A/N: we back with another chapter babey - right before my spring semester starts! yoikes!! anyways, things will pick up soon here with this fic. a particular ~event~ is coming that i’m very excited for hehehe. thank uwu so much for reading :D

Warnings/Categories: Violence, Angst

(WC: 5,187)

In the following three weeks after the attempted robbery, the Van der Linde camp felt like normal again. There were chores to be done and money to be made. Annie was restless and eager to help, but her recovery was not as speedy as she had hoped. More than anything, she wanted to get up and go out for a hunt, or to fish, or anything even slightly productive.

At first, Tilly would come over to keep her company when Arthur needed to tend to his duties. He wasn’t around much, apart from when he took up his bedroll beside the cot to sleep. Annie was almost surprised at his absence, not that she expected him to nurse her back to health. He seemed…angry. Distant. There was something he wasn’t telling her.

Dutch hadn’t said all that much to her, either. Nor Hosea at that matter. It was strange that the three of them had been avoiding her like that. Maybe they felt guilty for how the job went, or perhaps they were just focused on what was next. They still needed a big score to get themselves away from the long arm of the law and all the fallout with Benson had been left hanging like old laundry.

Benson… He played them like a fiddle. Arthur brushed it off when she asked what would come of it. He just said, “Dutch is handling it.” Whatever that meant. She decided not to take it personally, mostly because she didn’t have the energy for it.

It took a few days to manage to eat a full meal due to the nausea from all the medication. Strauss gave her wound a look and he told her that it seemed that it was just the muscle tissue that had been damaged, which was good, but that only meant that the pain was amplified tenfold every time she moved her body more than an inch at a time. But she was sick of laying around like a log, so she powered through it as best she could.

She eventually moved back to her own lean-to when Jenny relocated to her new spot near Tilly, Mary-Beth, and Karen. She had come over to talk to Annie a few times, thanking her for helping when she could have left her behind and to help he get back on her feet. She was a sweet girl, only 19. She didn’t say much about where she came from, only that she wasn’t lying about the death of her mother and her father got remarried to a “wretch of a woman”. She left home at 16 and had been a swindler ever since. The O’Driscolls picked her up on their way East and what started as a simple business deal between them ended with them threatening her life if she didn’t do what they asked.

Annie took a liking to her fairly quickly, but still held herself at a distance. Her suspicion of outsiders has been somewhat heightened since the botched robbery. She’d done a lot of thinking during her recovery, and a lot of questions remained unanswered. How did they know about the hit? Was Benson and his employer in on it? Who was his employer? No one seemed to want to talk to her about it. Though, with her stubborn nature and after days of being essentially helpless, she couldn’t help but pry into it further.

“Hosea, c’mon,” she said, hobbling after the man as he strode towards Dutch’s tent. “Don’t tell me you ain’t thinkin’ the same thing.”

“I assure you, I am not thinking the same thing, Annie,” he said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “You sure don’t know when to quit, do you? Even with a hole in your abdomen you’re full speed ahead.”

Admittedly, her theory was a bit off the wall, even for her. She was convinced that Benson was hired by the Marshals to go undercover to catch them. It would explain why he insisted to meet them in front of the Sheriff's office and why he was so secretive about who he was working for. That’s what Annie thought, at least. She spoke with conviction, but the lack of evidence to prove it was not working in her favor.

“At least admit it’s suspicious,” she insisted, wrestling with her dress as she tried to keep up with Hosea. She had resigned to wearing one of Karen’s old skirts and blouses to accommodate for the bandages and she’d never hated anything more.

“I believe we’re past suspicion at this point. Give it a rest.”

“Please, Hosea, just let me in on this.”

He paused and faced her just before he was about to push open the flap of Dutch’s tent. “You need to heal.”

“I’m healed.”

“You can barely walk.”

“I can still think straight.”

He scoffed. “You’re doing everything but thinking straight.”

“Just... give me a chance to get back on my feet. I’m dyin’ here.” She gave him a longing look, pleading with her eyes to let her contribute at least something.

He sighed and put his hands on his hips, exasperated. Glancing at the ground and then back up at her, he shook his head and groaned. Without a word, he gestured for her to follow him inside Dutch’s tent. She grinned.

“All I’m sayin’ is that we need more money. That is the plan,” Dutch was saying as they entered. Hosea took a seat next to him, grabbing a beer from the crate on the table.

Arthur was with them, looking as annoyed and impatient as ever. He glanced up to see Annie find a spot next to him and opposite Dutch. John was in the corner, seemingly sleeping and Micah was pacing in the middle of everyone.

“Well,” Dutch continued, looking from Annie to Hosea and then back again. “It’s mighty cozy in here, ain’t it fellas?”

“I don’t remember you gettin’ invited, Princess,” Micah jeered.

Annie rolled her eyes and ignored him.

“So, the plan is... just to get more money?” John said, massaging his brow with his palm.

“Sounds simple enough,” Arthur said, sighing.

“We have any leads?” Annie asked.

“Arthur and I reckon we have a few cards up our sleeves,” Hosea said, sipping his beer.

“Mister Bell here thinks he’s got somethin’ as well,” Dutch said, failing to give more information.

She raised an eyebrow. “Well…? Either of you care to elaborate?”

“Hosea here seems to think he’s caught on to some kind of a real estate scam,” Arthur said.

Hosea grinned. “It’s ‘the perfect crime’ if I say so myself.”

They looked over at Dutch, waiting for his explanation. He had a sly twinkle in his eye as he spoke. “We don’t have many details as of yet, but we assure you all that this is somethin’ huge.”

“Just keep in mind that we don’t need to put ourselves at any additional risk after what happened with the O’Driscolls.” Hosea said.

Dutch opened his arms and smiled. “Have some faith, dear Mister Matthews. This is our ticket outta here.”

“Where are we plannin’ on goin’, then?” Arthur asked plainly.

“Wherever the hell we want, son. Just away from here, that’s for sure.”

“I’m sold on that,” John said. “That’s all then?”

“Patience, my boys,” Dutch said. “I need you all to be on your best behavior now, you hear? That means keeping your ears to the ground and bringing in everything we can. We’ll need all we can get.”

Micah, John, and Arthur nodded and all stood to leave.

“What’s my job here?” Annie piped up. They turned to her, all seemingly to have forgotten she was there.

“Your job is to heal that bullet wound, Annie darlin’,” Dutch said. She hated when he called her that.

“I didn’t get shot in the head, I still got a brain. I’m fine.”

“I’m sure you are, but we’ll need your gun too when the time comes. That means you’ll need to be one-hundred percent. Sit this one out.”

She looked between all of them, waiting for one of them to vouch for her. No one spoke up. “Well, have you all figured out what Benson’s plan was? Did he play us?”

“Of course he played us, that much is a given.”

“So… that’s it then?”

“Revenge is a fool’s game, Annie, you know I’ve always said that.”

“I ain’t talkin’ about revenge. What if there’s more to it? Whoever he’s workin’ for- what if they come back to finish the job?”

“That’s the least of our concerns,” Micah said, scornfully. “Leave it to you to get caught up on somethin’ like that when we’ve got bigger fish to fry.”

She ignored him and turned to Hosea. “Help me out here.”

He sighed and glanced away. “Annie, we all talked about the Benson business. We’ve decided that it’s best we move on and just… put it behind us.”

Annie leaned back and crossed her arms. In the corner of her eye, she saw Arthur shift uncomfortably. “Right. Sure. Okay, then. Glad that was settled.”

“If you have something on your mind, it might be best to say it,” Dutch said.

Annie hesitated. The men in the tent watched her with anticipation. She didn’t make a habit of back talking Dutch, but she was one of the only ones that ever really dared to. She looked down at the skirt she was wearing and folded her hands in her lap. She decided that the chance to go on the offense would come later and the diplomatic approach would be better suited to the situation.

She looked up calmly and her voice was steady. “With the bankroll delivery, you were quick to accept that it was a setup after the fact. I’m pointing out that if we can get out in front of this, we can head it off before it happens again.”

“We had this conversation already,” Dutch flared. “We’re done with Benson. And that is final.”

“Dutch, think about this-.”

“We have done a lot of thinkin’, and I am sorry you weren’t there for it, but we have got to keep moving forward.”

She glared at him, her composure melting with the frustration mounting within her. “What happens if they don’t miss next time? If one of our own gets killed? It’ll be ‘cause you didn’t wanna do anything about it when you had the chance.”

“Annie,” Dutch warned. Hosea and John watched nervously while Arthur and Micah were visibly on edge. “Doubt ain’t gonna get us anywhere.”

“Annie, let it go,” Arthur mumbled as he placed a hand on her shoulder, but she instantly knocked it away.

She turned to him and shot to her feet. “You agree?”

“It’s best we move on,” he said, raising his voice slightly.

She looked at everyone in the tent with cold eyes, challenging them to say something more.

“Annie, let’s go have a talk,” Hosea said.

“Nah, I think we’ve all done enough talkin’,” she said, grimacing with disappointment.

“Well, that we can agree on, Miss Bolton,” Dutch said, lowly.

Arthur was the first to break the tension. He snatched his hat off his chair and shoved it onto his head. “If you’re all finished, I have things to do.”

With that, he burst out of the tent with Micah and John following suit, seeing their chance to escape whatever gang politics were about to ensue. Annie rushed after Arthur as he headed toward the horses, holding her side as it panged with each hurried step she took.

“Arthur! Arthur, hold on,” she called. He ignored her and stormed further and further from camp. “Arthur, goddamnit!”

He whirled around throwing his hands up from his side. “What the hell is it, Annie?”

Her eyebrows synched together and her nostrils flared with anger. “What just happened in there?”

“Why don’t you tell me?”

“I’m tryin’ to make the right decision to protect everyone in this damn camp.”

“Were you protecting the gang? Or just sayin’ all that for yourself?”

She threw her arms up in exasperation. “What has gotten into you?”

“Nothin’ that’s any of your business, that’s for sure.”

“I’m thinkin’ it is, since you’ve seemed to have such a sour attitude with me lately. Even before the Benson job you’ve been actin’ like a damn child.”

“I’m a child?” he laughed, mockingly. “That’s bold comin’ from you.”

“The hell are you on about?”

“You arguin’ with Dutch in there for no reason. Tryin’ to make it seem like you’re the only one who could possibly be right.”

“And Dutch is the one that’s always right, is he? He has good intentions, I know that. But his last plan didn’t work out too well, if you remember that part.”

“That was our plan.” He shoved a finger in her face and lowered his voice to a harsh growl. “You got no place to be doin’ that. Everything he does is for this gang, every decision he makes is for us. And I might be actin’ like a child, but at least I ain’t the one that’s runnin’.”

She stepped closer to him, so that only he could hear what she said through clenched teeth. “I thought we talked about this.”

“Yeah. We did. And then you got shot.”

“What?”

“At first you wanna leave and make all these plans to ‘help one last time’ and now you’re tryin’ to get in on all these major decisions, as if you weren’t already packin’ your bags.” he said, the bitterness in his voice cutting her to the core. “What’s the idea, Annie? Stick your hand into Dutch’s plans like you run the show and then make it so that we need you more than you need us right before you make a break for it?”

She stared at him, her mouth hanging open in shock. “It ain’t like that, Arthur, none of it is.”

“Then what? What are you gonna do?”

She couldn’t piece together her own thoughts. “I told you already.”

“You sure did. And now you’re plannin’ to get in on one of these jobs and collect what you can to be rid of us all.”

She couldn’t fathom what he was saying. He was acting like she was betraying them when before he said that he understood. That he was wrong for thinking this was in her own interest. But like a lightbulb flipping on in her head, she realized something.

“Dutch talked to you, didn’t he?”

He hesitated, just for a moment and Annie knew the truth before he uttered another word. “That don’t matter.”

“Jesus Christ. I can’t believe this. You fuckin’ told him, didn’t you?”

“No. But I’m regrettin’ that right about now.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “Oh really? Go on then. Run to Dutch. Tell him my little secret.”

Arthur glared at her. For a second, the anger in his eyes made her think he might call her bluff. She knew how much this gang meant to him and how she was wrong to expect him to think otherwise about her plans to leave. He was a loyal man, if nothing else. The redeeming qualities he possessed were rare, but she admired him for them all. This was his family. And she felt terrible for imposing her own agenda on it. But after everything they’ve been through together, she owed him the truth.

“I won’t say nothin’. You deserve that much. But I’ll tell you this, Annie Bolton. Once you leave, there ain’t no comin’ back.”

She looked down in shame, the sharpness of his words not missing their mark. “John came back.” It’s all she could say in her defense.

He scoffed. “Yeah, John, the family man of the century. He came back ‘cause he’s a goddamn idiot who knew he shouldn’t’ve even left in the first place. This? What you’re doin’? This is different. We both know that.”

“I’m not betraying you, Arthur. Whatever Dutch said-.”

“You might not be betrayin’ me, sure. But you’re leavin’ everyone else. Everyone who put their trust in you. Everyone who cares for you, who’s helped you. That’s just the same.”

She stared at him, trying to maintain the last bit of composure she had left. “Maybe so.”

“I said I wouldn’t argue with you no more, and I meant it. I just ain’t gonna take this lyin’ down. You’re free to do what you please. Don’t mean I gotta stand by it.”

“I understand,” she said firmly, trying to hide the pain his words had inflicted.

He hesitated as he reached to grab his horse’s reins. His conflict raged inside him, unbeknownst to Annie. He understood where her intentions were. But he couldn’t stop hearing Dutch’s words play over and over in his own head. “She’ll leave us one day, Arthur. She’ll leave us behind and never look back.” He looked up at her from under the brim of his hat, staring at him with a look that he’s seen too many times in a woman’s eyes. He saw spot of red was starting to form on her shirt just above the waist of her skirt.

“You’re, uh....”

She looked down and covered the spot of blood on her waist with her hand, suddenly embarrassed. She felt weak in all sense of the word. Dutch was right. There was nothing she could do for herself in this state, let alone anyone else.

“I’m gonna go get this patched up, then,” she said in a small voice.

“You do that.”

She turned back towards camp and as she heard Boadicea’s hooves pound away into the distance, she did her best to suppress the tears that were pricking her eyes, but the floodgates were fragile.

***

A few days later Mary-Beth had lent Annie a book to read to occupy her mind after she nearly ripped open her stitches trying to chop wood to “let off some steam”. It was a penny dreadful about barber that murdered his customers and baked them into pies, which she found rather intriguing, if not a little outlandish. Though even with something to hold her interest, she was growing more and more frustrated by the minute.

Her conversation with Arthur had put distance between them. He hadn’t spoken to her since, not that she was looking for any conversation with him. It was still… strange. She had other friends at camp, sure, but actively avoiding one of them was an alienating feeling.

She heard through the grapevine about the job that Micah supposedly was onto. He’d picked up from a “contact” that a $150,000 shipment of bank money was on a riverboat and scheduled to dock in Blackwater in two days time. The potential payoff was probably worth the risk, but she wondered how exactly Dutch planned to rob a fucking ferry.

“You’re doing that thing again,” Tilly’s voice brought her back to the present.

“What thing?” She said, sitting up against the wagon wheel under the girls’ tent.

“That thing where you stare at a page for ten minutes and don’t read a word. You keep doin’ it.”

“Sorry.” She closed the book and ran a hand through her hair, toying with the stray strands that had come out of her braid.

“What’s on your mind?”

“Nothin’. Well, a lot, but nothin’ too important, I guess.”

Tilly raised an eyebrow. She was stitching a tear in a shirt Annie didn’t recognize, but had rested her hands in her lap to eye her carefully. “Is it Arthur?”

Annie blushed but quickly shook her head. “Nah, not him. Well, sorta. In part. It’s just…”

“Dutch, then?”

“You know about that?”

“It’s not a very big camp, Annie.”

Annie scoffed. “I guess not.”

“You can’t keep mouthin’ off to him like that.”

“I know. I was just angry.”

“Well, your temper has always been a force to be reckoned with, Miss Bolton.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “I’m well aware, Miss Jackson.”

“Well, I guess that counts for somethin’,” she said, smirking and returning to her sewing. “What happened with you and Arthur, anyhow?”

Annie shifted uncomfortably. “Oh, nothin’ really. Just a stupid fight about Dutch.”

“Just about Dutch?”

“Yeah. Like I said, I was just mad.”

“He looked pretty mad, too.”

“I said some things I shouldn’t have,” Annie sighed. “That’s all.”

“You know, for a con-artist, you’re pretty bad at lyin’,” Tilly said with a hint of mischief in her voice.

Annie looked up at her, surprised. “What do you mean?”

“I seen the way you look at him.”

“I don’t think I know what you’re talking about.”

Tilly cocked an eyebrow. “I also seen the way he looks at you.”

Annie’s jaw tightened and she looked away. She couldn’t think straight enough to say anything.

“Whatever’s goin’ on with you two, it’s clear y’all care about each other more than either of you let on.”

“We’re all family, of course we do.”

Tilly rolled her eyes. “That ain’t what I meant and you know it.”

“I don’t wanna talk about this, Tilly.”

“Sure, you don’t want to talk about it, but you should.”

“Why’s that?”

“‘Cause it’s just gonna eat away at you otherwise. You’ve been losin’ sleep, you barely eat, it’s already takin’ its toll. And don’t tell me it’s because you got a bullet put through you, you’ve been fine since you tried to cut firewood the other day, for goodness sake.”

“It ain’t like that.”

“Deniaaal,” she sang.

“Tilly, drop it, will you?”

“Fine, fine. But the Annie Bolton I know is braver than all this.”

Annie lifted herself up and sat on the stool in front of the washboard tub, grabbing a filthy shirt that resembled one of Sean’s and began scrubbing. Tilly’s words lingered in the air. “I also seen the way he looks at you.” Did Arthur look at her? Did she want him to? The last few weeks had been so confusing. If she really was going to leave, she knew she couldn’t think of him like that, let alone tell him or acknowledge it.

She wished she could tell Tilly. Her and the rest of the girls had always been so kind to her. In the back of her mind, she knew they’d understand if she told them the truth about why she had to leave. Grimshaw would be the one to give her shit for it, but understandably so. She’d been with Dutch almost as long as Annie’s been alive. She held this gang together as much as Dutch and Hosea did and was like a mother to most everyone, despite her crass nature. For as much as Annie didn’t like her, she still respected the hell out of her.

She managed to scrub through a whole batch of laundry before she realized that Tilly had left to help Mary-Beth with feeding the chickens. The camp seemed somewhat serene with most everyone out working or sitting quietly. For the first time in a while, things felt peaceful. Abigail was watching Jack play down near the river. Hosea was lounging under his lean-to reading quietly. Pearson, Strauss, Uncle, and Javier were playing a friendly game of poker near the fire, all laughing and talking like the old friends they were.

Arthur was sitting on his bed with that damn journal in his lap, scribbling furiously. Annie watched him from afar, her hands absentmindedly scrubbing the last of the clothes. His face was scrunched up with concentration. Even from her distance, she could see the lines on his forehead defined by his focused expression. She thought it commendable that he kept a journal. It was something she could never keep up with, even when she tried. She longed to know what he wrote about and drew so often. She longed to know why he kept it so private and what his thoughts were that even the journal didn’t get to know. She longed to know him.

The thought was jarring. Her attention snapped back to her task as she tried to shake it, but it lingered. She did know him, didn’t she? His favorite color was blue. He sang when he was bored, he did more chores around camp when he thought no one would notice, he likes coffee in the mornings, and he’s smarter than he’d ever let on. Underneath it all, he was fair and kind and loving. But the more she thought about it, there was so much she didn’t know.

She knew he had a son once, but not his name. She knew he loved a girl while back, Mary, but not how it ended. Why did he know so much about ancient Rome and literature? Why did he seem so pained every time he talked about his father, as rare as it was?

Why did he insist on confusing the hell out of her?

She caught the eye of Abigail walking over to her with a soft smile on her face. Putting on a grin of her own, she greeted her. “Hi there, Abigail. Looked like Jack was havin’ fun down there.”

“Well, let’s just see if he takes after his father when it comes to water.”

Annie laughed. “We can only hope not.”

“Do you need help with hanging all that?” she asked as she motioned to the pile of wet clothes in the basket next to her.

“Sure, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course.”

The pair of them took a handle of the basket and made their way to the clothesline on the other side of the wagon. They hung the garments one by one and secured them with pins, working in silence for a while.

“I realize we haven’t talked much recently,” Annie said. “How are you?”

“As good as I’ll ever be, I suppose,” Abigail said with a sigh. “You? How’s that battle scar of yours?”

“Good. A lot better, if I’m honest.”

Abigail scoffed. “Better for you, maybe. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Keep taking it slow.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You, uh… You talk to John lately? He’s been kinda absent. More so than usual. It’s a shock, I know.”

Annie shook her head. “No, sorry.”

“Arthur has been too, come to think of it.” She paused for Annie’s respond, but she didn’t say anything. “Do you think it has to do with whatever Dutch has been plannin’?”

“If I knew what Dutch was plannin’, I’d be able to tell you.”

“Wait, you’re not in on this ferry job they’re gettin’ up to?”

“Nope.”

“What about that real estate business that Hosea was talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Not that either.”

Abigail frowned in surprise. “Huh. Well, I guess it’s good for you to rest.”

“It don’t feel good.”

Abigail smiled. “Yeah, I know how ‘women’s work’ ain’t really your thing.”

“No, no, it ain’t that-.”

“It’s fine, Annie,” she laughed and held up a shirt with a brown stain still on the collar. “You ain’t very good at washin’, anyways.”

Annie smirked. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

For a moment, they worked in silence again. Abigail was a kind soul and Annie always felt close to her. Probably because she didn’t feel like she fit in here either. She was only 22, four years younger than Annie, but she already had a 5-year-old son and had to deal with his father not being in the picture most of the time. That had to be alienating, especially in a place where it was sacrilegious to talk about leaving the outlaw life.

“Hey, Abigail?” Annie suddenly said. “You wanna come to town with Jenny and I? I told her I’d take her to the stables and help get her a horse.”

“Yeah, yeah I’d love to!” Abigail’s face lit up at the invitation, but almost immediately sank. “But… Jack.”

“Tilly can watch him,” Annie suggested, shrugging and gesturing over to where Jack was now throwing chicken feed around with Tilly and Mary-Beth.

“Oh, well, I suppose it’s only for a few hours. I’ll go make sure it’s alright with her.”

Annie hung the last shirt on the line and went back to her lean-to to change out of the borrowed skirt and into something more comfortable for her. A loose black shirt and and an old pair of blue jeans that rose higher on her waist than she’d have liked would have to do for the time being. She went without suspenders and buckled her gunbelt carefully around her hips, avoiding the fresh bandages she’d just put on.

She thumbed the brim of her hat, touching it for the first time since Charles was kind enough to ride back for the day after she and Jenny turned up to camp. It was under the guise of a hunting trip at first, but he told her that he knew how much she loved that old thing. He was always one of the good ones. She tilted it onto her head and whistled to Jenny across the way.

“Hey, let’s head into town, it’s already noon.”

Jenny, startled out of her conversation with Lenny, quickly told him goodbye and jogged over to Annie, giddy as ever. “Are we takin’ your horse?”

Annie looked over at Nero grazing next to Taima, content as ever. She didn’t want to bother him - the thought made her silently laugh to herself. “Nah, we’ll take the wagon. Abigail is comin’ with us.”

“Oh, okay,” Jenny said, shyly but with a small smile.

“I’m ready to go when you two are,” Abigail said as she walked up. Annie noticed she’d applied a bit of color to her lips and her hair was neater than before. Seeing Abigail excited to go to town was enough to bring a smile to her face.

“You look lovely, Miss Roberts. Let’s head out then,” she said. “Pearson has the wagon hooked up for a supply run, so we can do that while we’re there, too.”

The three of them walked across camp and over to the wagon. Pearson was jotting something down on a slip of paper as he stood next to the driver’s seat, looking agitated as ever.

“Mister Pearson,” Annie said, pulling his attention away from his frantic work. “We’ll grab what you need in town, we’re headed there now.”

“Oh, thank you Annie,” he said as he glanced at Abigail and Jenny mounting up on the wagon and then back at his list. “Make sure you get the coffee, we’re almost clean out.”

“The world would surely end if we ran out of coffee,” Abigail said, making Jenny giggle.

Annie took Pearson’s list and grocery money and took her place in the driver’s seat. When she turned back to wave goodbye, she caught Arthur’s eye. He was staring up at them, his journal still open in his lap. He looked sad. She held his gaze for a moment longer and he nodded politely, a gesture he hadn’t given her in a long time. It’s like she was a stranger to him, and it hurt more than it should have. She steeled herself and looked away to drive the horses forward.

Oh, Arthur. She thought. Why is this so hard?

[jamesxns]

KRISTINE FROSETH, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER, MUSE 47 ╾ don’t look now but kennedy jameson is heading this way. last i heard, the twenty-one year old declared their allegiance to faction 3 during the last town meeting. it definitely makes sense, considering the fact that they’re known for being conscientious. that being said, they can also be quite vulnerable. something tells me it won’t be long before their true colors start to show.

**hi my loves!! this ended up being a lot shorter than i would’ve liked, but i will be doing a full stats page and writing a real bio out soon. hopefully this will suffice for plotting/connections sake atm!

stats,

FULL NAME: Kennedy Leigh-Anne Jameson

AGE/DOB: twenty-one, March 13th

GENDER/PRONOUNS: cis female, she/her

SEXUALITY: tragically hetero, but lowkey questioning so M a Ybe bi? idk.

HOMETOWN: New Ham, Connecticut

MUSE # AND LABEL: MUSE 47, the ebullient ( cheerful / full of energy )

FACTION: three

ALIGNMENT: lawful good

CHARACTER TROPES: The Idealist, Nice Girl, Running Gag, To Be Lawful or Good, Workaholic, there are more but I’ll never get off the trope site if I keep going.

CHARACTER INFLUENCES: Leslie Knope, Kimmy Schmidt, Peggy Carter, April Kepner, Phoebe Buffay.

bio,

Born to two doctors, who for all their faults and neglectful tendencies, put the goddamn stars in her sky. They weren’t around much as a result of their demanding jobs, so she and her f o u r (4) siblings were primarily raised by a nanny. Her name was Eleanor and in more ways than one, Kennedy considered her to be her real mother. 

To make up for their absence???? Holiday’s and birthday’s in the Jameson household are incredible, full to the brim with so much love that it almost made the rest of the year seem less lonely.

The five Jameson kids are, at their core, quite close while they contrast greatly in personality. She’s the middle child with an older brother (utp, potential wc), sister (utp, potential wc), and two younger twin sisters (npc, they’re/were 12). I’m not going to go tooooo into their family dynamics until I sit down and actually allow myself a moment to properly dive in, so this is just gonna be open-ended. She loves them dearly, though.

The girl can make friends with a tree if she stands there long enough, and that’s just the tea. As a result, she was quite popular in school, finding friends in every ‘clique’ or group. 

Due to her parents strict nature, school was taken as seriously as one could. Grades lower than a B were frowned upon, and often lead to punishment. They expected a lot of their children academically, and Kennedy happily complied. A straight A student from the moment she was enrolled, the girl dedicated more time to her studies than being an actual kid.

Which really became apparent when she applied to school after graduation, ‘cause the girl lost her damn mind. Everyone around her experienced so many things, yet she’d suppressed the natural part of her youth. She’s honestly never really let herself cut loose, but she hopes to change that now that societal and familial pressure have dissipated.

Becoming a doctor like her parents had always been in the cards, her interest only growing as she did. An innate desire to help people accompanied her want to stay busy, which made a profession in medicine perfect for her. Unlike her parents, a neurosurgeon and brain surgeon respectively, she focused her attention on becoming a general practitioner, hoping to reach a good few rather than a handful of people.

In all honesty, she doesn’t take her world flipping upside down well AT ALL?? The girl craves stability, which has become fleeting in their new society.

Kennedy chose faction three because she wholeheartedly believes in what they stand by, which is “we survive together, we thrive together”, bc tbh, the community based setup is a huge deal to her.

personality,

Kind, gentle, soft, dedicated, passionate, thoughtful, stubborn. She’s also enthusiastic, eager to please, and wildly ambitious; both at school/work and in her personal life.

She’s a certified Mom Friend™ and proud of it.

Would literally go to any length necessary if it means keeping those she cares about safe.

Kennedy’s got to be one of the most attentive people when it comes to her friendships and loved ones. She is always taking time to spend time with them no matter how busy she may be, will stop whatever she’s doing if they are in need, and gives the best gifts. Her philosophy is that if she’s got to spend her money somewhere, it may as well be on

That same naivety that got her into trouble growing up has ABSOLUTELY stuck with her into adulthood.

She tends to see the best in people, even those who don’t deserve a moment of her time.

Is very, very protective of the less fortunate, be that financially, physically, or in minorities. She doesn’t believe in violence as the answer, but hates any prejudices people may have even more. If she sees anyone being mistreated, she definitely steps in ready for a fight.

connections,

I don’t want to limit myself as far as connections go, so here are just a few ideas!

Friends, friends, all the friends

Frienemies/ex-friends (this is so hard for her bc she tries to see the best in people, but if they’re a hateful person, she’s not against writing them off)

Maybe an ex that ended badly, or maybe it ended fine and they’re friends, maybe feelings linger idk

A ‘bad’ influence that’ll help her stop taking things so seriously and actually attempt to enjoy life

Smt romantic-stylez would be cool but no pressure, whatever happens happens

Ok I’m ??? so bad at this, just literally anything p l s 

[spriterpt]

Hey Liss, I really want to start a small horror group rp but I never ever done one on Tumblr and I'm scared of messing up. Could you give me some advice? Is running a group rp on tumblr too stressful?

First of all, I’m so sorry for the late reply!

The biggest factor in how challenging it will be to run a group is how much time you have to put into it. That’s not to say that if you go to school or work full-time you can’t run one, but if you don’t have much time to commit to being online, it can be a lot to handle. That said, it’s incredibly rewarding to watch a roleplay thrive!

The two most important parts of your group are going to be your plot and your graphics. I wish the second wasn’t the case, but how your roleplay (and your promo graphic) looks is a huge deal when it comes to drawing people in. Roleplays with ‘basic’ graphics, sadly, often find it difficult to gain any traction in the community. If you’re not great with graphics, you may want to consider getting a co-admin who is, or contacting RPHs who do those types of services. That said, a solid plot or location is what will make people stay. Your roleplay will need to be either plot-driven or character-driven. A plot-driven roleplay is going to be harder to keep up with, as you’ll have to provide lots of events and plot drops to keep the ball rolling. Character-driven roleplays can often take a little longer to set up, as you really want to make your location come to life by providing a history and places around town for people to set their interactions, but require less upkeep as the members create their own plots. For a horror group, chances are it’s going to be a little more plot-driven.

Setting up your blog can be one of the more stressful parts of running your own group. You want to make sure everything looks good, all of the writing is error-free, and the page is properly organized so viewers can find what they’re looking for. Below is a list of important pages your page should include and my advice for them.

NAVIGATION: It’s very, very important that your navigation be properly laid out. People aren’t going to want to join a roleplay if they can’t easily find everything they need to do so. Most roleplays divide their navigation into two sections–before applying and after acceptance. The first should include your plot, rules, characters, taken/banned face claims, wanted connections, and application. It should also include any other information you’d want people to know going into it, like locations around your town. The second should include your checklist, blogroll, trigger list, and OOC masterlist.

PLOT: This should be at the top of your navigation page and, ideally, directly linked from your home page. It shouldn’t be too long or too short, just a few paragraphs. Your paragraphs also shouldn’t be too lengthy–large blocks of text can turn people away. 

RULES: The most important rules are as follows. Activity–most roleplays have an activity limit of 5 or 6 days. This allows members to balance RP with real life while still preventing too much inactivity on the dash. Characters–the number of characters you can have, the age requirements for characters/face claims if you have one, and whether characters can be on a multi-muse account or should have separate blogs. Drama/inclusivity–there should always be a zero tolerance policy for OOC drama, and rules in place to promote inclusivity such as requiring that members reply to at least 3 starters before posting their own.

CHARACTERS: This is where keeping up with a roleplay can start to get tricky. There are two types of RPs you may choose to go with–bio or appless. If it’s a bio roleplay, you need to make a graphic for and post the biography of every character. If it’s appless, you need to make sure that each time you get a new character, you update your character page. Either way, you’ll also need to keep on top of your taken face claims page. Many admins choose not to post a bio or add a character to their page until they’ve received the account for that character.

WANTED CONNECTIONS: This isn’t required, per se, but can inspire more people to join your roleplay. You should have a form for your members to fill out, and they’ll send in their wanted connections. That’s another thing to keep up with–you’ll have to put all of these on your WC page as well as remove taken connections, or edit connections that have 1 out of 2 or more muses taken (think bandmates, or multiple siblings).

APPLICATION: Your application should include, at the very least, the character’s name, age, gender AND pronouns, and face claim. Most choose to add positive and negative personality traits to their app. If it’s a bio roleplay, you’ll need to request a biography, either by simply stating ‘bio here’, or by dividing it up into sections. For instance, you can split it up into background, present, and personality, and include a paragraph or word requirement for each section if you’d like. 

CHECKLIST: This should be the first thing in your ‘after acceptance’ section and should include everything your new member has to do after being accepted. This should include getting their account in within 24 hours, following everyone on the blogroll, tracking your tags, looking at your trigger list and sending in any triggers they’d like added, sending in wanted connections, asking for the OOC blog/Discord link, posting an intro for their character, and finally posting their first interaction. Speaking of tags to track–yours should include tags for character intros, starters, events, tasks, admin notes, and new blogs to follow.

TRIGGER LIST: Some basic triggers you should include: sexual assault, suicide/self-harm, eating disorders, blood, drugs, death, abortion, violence. You should also ask that your members send in any personal triggers that they’d like added, and this should always always always be kept confidential.

OOC MASTERLIST: You may choose to only include OOC information on your character page, but an OOC masterlist can be helpful when it comes to plotting. This lists each member’s name and which characters they play, and often includes other OOC info such as age, timezone, and pronouns. This way when plotting with someone, members can immediately see all of the characters the person they’re plotting with plays.

As mentioned before, graphics and theme are also very important. Your theme should be neat, organized, but ‘pretty’. Almost all themes are going to involve at least one graphic. The color scheme of your graphic(s) should closely match that of your theme so that everything looks coherent. If there’s more than one graphic, they should look nice together without being repeats of each other. You’ll also need to create a promo graphic to post in the tags. Note that you should create a sideblog to post your promo graphics, rather than flooding your main page with them. Your promo doesn’t have to look quite as similar as the others, since they won’t be shown side-by-side, but should still give off the same ‘vibe’. You’ll want to make sure to double-check all of the writing on your page for errors, click on all of your links to see that they’re working properly, and go through your navigation from the point of view of a potential member.

The next part is being a good admin. You should be able to get on almost every single day, even just for long enough to post something in the tags and empty your inbox. Admin activity is crucial to group activity. As soon as members see the activity of the main die down, they start to decline in activity or find other groups. 

There are three key elements to promoting your roleplay. The first is through your promo sideblog and promo graphics. You should be posting these often enough that they regularly show up in the tags without being too overbearing. You’ll have to check the tags you choose and use some trial and error to figure out how often that is. {Remember that your post will only show up in the first five tags you put down.) The second is posts on your main. You can let viewers know a little about your roleplay, let them know you’re going to be around for a while, or just include a tidbit about your day. The same rules apply for how often to post these as with your promo graphics. The third element is requesting shoutouts from RPHs. This gets your RP back into the tags without having to put yet another post on the main, as well as gets news of your RP around the RPH community. Remember to always read the RPH’s rules, be polite (please and thank you), and use their name if it’s on the blog. You only have a certain amount of characters for your shoutouts, so make them count. Keeping on top of all three of these things can be difficult, but is incredibly important to running a successful roleplay. You need to make sure you have time to do this on top of your other admin duties. I’ve always found it easiest to take care of all of my other admin things first, then dedicate a chunk of time solely to promotion.

Keeping the main up-to-date is one of the most important things you’ll have to do. This includes your character page/biographies, taken face claims list, triggers list, wanted connections, OOC masterlist, and one more thing we haven’t mentioned yet. Something Tumblr has been doing lately is eating posts in the tags. That means even though you have a tag dedicated to your group’s starters, most of them won’t show up in the tag. As an admin, it’s your responsibility to keep track of all of the starters in your group and get them out to your members another way. Some groups choose to compile a list on their page, while others choose to creat a sideblog and reblog all of the starters there. Either way, this is very, very important to making sure all of your members are included. As an admin, I prefer to take things one ask at a time. New account comes in? Post the follow, add the character, add the face claim, onto the next one. Wanted connection? Put it on the WC page, post a new wanted connection on the main, onto the next one. I find that this makes it easier to keep track of everything than getting everything out of the inbox and then trying to go back through it all. 

Because there’s so much to do, you may want to consider getting one or more co-admins to help you. At least to me, it seems like most RPs have around 3 admins. It is possible to run one yourself, but you can always try on your own and ask for co-admins if you’re having trouble. You want to make sure you stay on good terms with your co-admins and consult them about updates, events, and plot drops.

Speaking of events and plot drops, that’s another thing you’ll have to take care of. Plot drops and events keep the RP alive, and if you find that the RP’s activity is a little low, something like that can help. You don’t have to do it super often, but a few days every month or so dedicated to an event can be really fun. With a horror RP, you may also want to have plot drops here and there.

You’ll also have to deal with any problems that arise in your RP. If someone comes to you with a concern about another member, you’ll have to use your critical thinking and problem-solving skills to determine exactly what’s going on and what action you should take. If you notice that someone is only writing with one or two other people, you’ll need to address it to them directly. This part can definitely be stressful and nerve-wracking, but it’s an important part of being an admin. 

One way to see how you can improve your RP is to ask RPHs for their opinions. The trick is you actually have to listen to them. If you’re repeatedly being told that your graphics need work, consider getting some help with them. If they point out a broken link or typo, you’ll need to fix it. Another way to improve is to check out other RPs! You definitely should not lift anything directly from another RP, but it can help you get a feel for how everything should be set up and what types of themes and graphics are ‘in’ right now.

I’m going to end this with a link to this amazing masterlist from rpthemehelper that includes multiple posts on every topic you could need help with. I’m sorry that this was probably way more than you were expecting to read, but I hope it helped some!

[bencvolentways]

Note: As of 2/15, there have been some changes to her bio. Most notably, her family dynamic. Instead of two children, she has one ( a son). Her background changed only slightly. Thanks, legends. 

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ charlize theron + cis female + she/her — amiyah “miyah” Pillay? they sure have been hanging out at the cobra estate a lot recently. they are forty-five year old known as the circumspect, and they currently work for the cobras as a council member, which they’ve been doing for six years. a bisexual sagittarius, they are strategic + wise, as well as cryptic + skeptical. blurred face, baby in arms, dark red lipstick. (recon)

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She was born and raised (until the age of 12) in South Africa and on a military base. Her father, a decorated Admiral and soon to be an advisor to the President, received a promotion and amazing opportunity in the states and he decided to turn down the advisor position to focus on his family so they’d move around less. Amiyah’s mother passed away from complications of childbirth after having her. She has an older brother, married to his husband and living in Boston, Ma whom she is incredibly close to.

When she arrived to the United States, she struggled with fitting in and making friends right away which is why Amiyah started hanging out with members of the Cobras. She didn’t think anything of it, thought that they were just immature teenagers and that the gang rivalry meant nothing. That’s when she met the boy she thought was her first love. She fell and she fell fast with one of the boys and they were inseparable. After leaving South Africa (the only home she knew), this boy became her home. With no mother to talk to and her sibling away, Amiyah had no one to trust and hit a rebellious streak. The boy she had fallen for was too involved in the gang and as time passed, their bond broke. She became depressed, turned to drugs and alcohol and her father didn’t know how to control her. That is until...

Amiyah became pregnant with her son when she was only 16 years old and her father, while upset at first, offered her the resources and support she needed. She got back on her feet and her only priority was her son.  Her son’s father kept some contact until he was seven, sending him gifts and cards for his birthday. She had a bit of a volatile relationship with her childhood sweetheart but Amiyah was just glad he was in her son’s life.  

Living back on the base with her father, she continued raising her son and decided to enlist as well. Her father’s political influence drew her in and it sparked an interest within her. Her father was asked to return to South Africa and she was given an opportunity to join which she took. Even though the moved back, she continued visiting Valdez, having left so many memories behing. 

Amiyah was happy after serving, returning to school and learning about politics and business. She was rather successful in South Africa. Things were perfect. Her son happy and she fostered positive relationships with people even long distance.

She fell into work and into taking care of her son and her father, traveling back to Valdez to visit friends but always avoiding the ghosts of her pasts most importantly, a childhood sweetheart. Six years ago, she had returned to Valdez on a long-term trip where she had learned more about the Cobras and befriended some members. It was at that point that she was told that her skills could be used within the gang. She didn’t want to run into her ex but knew that it was inevitable so she kept it professional, traveling back and forth until about three years ago, her son decided to move to America again. He resides in Denver, choosing to remain close to his mother and his grandfather.  Her father also decided to make the final move so that he could retire in Valdez and Amiyah couldn’t turn down the offer to do the same. She wanted to be close to her family. She finished a big project in South Africa before her full return to Colorado and days before the big move, she received the call that her father had passed away. She went through the move anyway, wanting to be close to her son, the only family she had left and with her old friends. 

She’s a councilwoman for the Cobras but aspires to become a politician in Valdez.

Personality:

Amiyah is strong-willed. Very cautious of the people she allows into her life.

She does not trust easily and if she does trust you, she will be there for you always.

She’s clever and has incredible foresight.

She is rigid and believes in rules. Is tough as nails.

Despite her usual demeanor, Amiyah is compassionate and charitable.

She is a devoted mother and will do anything for her family.

Amiyah has had enough heartbreak that has almost jaded her when it comes to the topic of love and romance.

WC:

The big ex: left with no reason and the reunion wouldn’t be favorable but I’m interested to see how this plays out. (0/1)

The Cobras that brought her into the gang- When she made one of those trips to Valdez, someone definitely spoke to her and made the Cobras attractive. This could be your muse! (1/1)

The Hookup- So she doesn’t believe in love but doesn’t mean she can’t keep her bed warm especially when she’s traveling. (1/?)

The one that got away- Could be someone from when she was a kid in Valdez or someone she’s hooked up with while traveling but basically there are feelings there they both try to ignore yet every time they run into each other, it’s a different story. Can be in their mid thirties or more. 

The best friend- The one reason she kept coming back. She’s close to handful of people but this particular person was and continues being her anchor. (1/1) @ofbandits 

Okay, guys! That’s all! Like this, if you would like to plot! Love youuuuuu!!!!

[oldcabcts]

( CASEY DEIDRICK, CIS MALE, HE/HIM, THIRTY TWO ) ✧·˚. — ( ADRIAN CABOT ), a ( RESTAURANTEUR ) has been in vegas for ( THREE YEARS ) and has made quite the name for themselves. they are known to be ( CORDIAL and REFINED ) but don’t get it twisted, they can just as easily be ( PRETENTIOUS and IMPETUOUS ). they’re so much more than that, though.

     hello mi loves, it’s holly & i’m back with a 2nd muse bc self control? idk her. i’m still workin’ out the deets of his backstory but click that read more for what i have so far. FUTHERMORE, if u wanna plot with my newest trash son, just hit my dms or like this post & i’ll come 2 you. connections page coming soon. love y’all now & always

everything my one (1) brain cell came up with so far, full bio later xoxo

adrian was a bit of a child prodigy. classically trained in piano from the age of four, he attended the finest east coast prep schools from boyhood through adolescence. like all bored rich kids with too much time on their hands and a disgusting amount of money to burn, he went through his rebellious phase. at nineteen, a night in handcuffs in a freezing cell soon became a trial for destruction of public property. the judge, carrying his own preconceived notions of the wealthy, assigned him 18 months of community service to make an example out of him. it was during this time that adrian finally learned the value of hard work, but by the time he finished his sentence, it was too late — his mother and father had disowned him for the embarrassing incident that tarnished their family name. with his parental abandonment came an even greater loss — that of his trust fund, leaving adrian strapped for cash for the first time in his life.

feeling somewhat responsible, his probation officer hooked him up with a job scrubbing dishes at a local seafood place and gave him a place to crash. over the next few years, he worked his way up from minimum wage to manager, but he wasn’t content giving up the life he was accustomed to just yet. setting his sights on opening a place of his own, adrian fought tooth and nail to charm potential investors, often accepting money from some not-so-great sources to fund his culinary endeavors. in may of 2010, his first restaurant threw open its doors in chicago — and after a shitty first year where the critics tore the novice to threads and he learned a lot about the ins and outs of the business, it was only up from there.

nowadays, adrian is the not-so-invisible hand behind three different five star establishments in the continental us, and one in london. for the last three years, he’s been putting in the groundwork to set up shop in none other than the heart of new vegas. it’s taken a bit longer than expected, thanks to the recent change in leadership, but his brainchild is finally off the ground and bringing in business with the help of close friend and queenpin, josie vitale.

personality, fun facts, good snacks:

an douchebag but like….. in a Nice way. world’s nicest asshole. very easy to hate but never outwardly rude or aggressive. he’ll drag u to filth with a serene smile, then slip you a hundie for your troubles. i h8 him.

i forgot to mention this above but he grew up on the connecticut gold coast, his fam had vacation homes all over the world tho ( top secret intel: he still has keys to a few of ‘em and visits just to fuck with his parents stuff )

kinda want him to have a sister around the same age that he likes 2 terrorize the world with…… maybe i’ll put in a wc hm

he’s rich again !!!! not as rich as he once was, but he’s definitely not shy about flaunting his money. my mans has expensive taste in everything from suits to liquor. loves the finer things in life.

loves to cook and loves to eat. his restaurant menus are pretty experimental and constantly changing, but he’s been known to indulge in a greasy burger or a bowl of mac n cheese every now and again — respect the classics !!!!

i’m thinkin he lives at the ace of spades full time in one of their fancier hotel suites. he hasn’t quite put down routes, unsure of where life plans to take him next, but he loves the debauchery of vegas and all the shit it has to offer.

part of the queenpin’s Squad so fuck with them, u fuck with him, ja feel?

probably has a secret yelp account where he writes shitty reviews for his competition

ADRIAN MICHAEL IM GONNA BEAT YOUR ASS