#i left this kinda open ended for any of ur muses ;u; i love them all

[dreadsleep]

@thegothfiles / sc

❛ Why would you say that? ❜ THE TRUTH was often harsh, served with toxin dripping from words, but god he didn’t want to hear it, not today, not ever, living with bliss of a man who doesn’t want to understand the world around him, and instead being one who drifts though the world with a slight sense of ease. ❛ fuck.  ❜ 

[sweetlavenderwritings]

Little to No Space

summary: tendou has a little crush on a certain someone, their straight faced manager that never reacts to his weird shenanigans. his best friend advises that they should get closer. 

-or, you get stuck in a locker with the guess monster.

a/n: this was based off an asmr i listened to a couple nights ago (you were hiding in a locker with a teacher of yours) it was kinda funny bc the one who  voiced it was oikawa’s official va. anyways, take whatever this is lol.

pairing/s: tendou satori x reader

wc: 2 147 (whoops)

tags: crack, comedy(?), humor, ur literally just in a funny situation lol, nsfw implication if u squint

-ꦼ———▸  crossposted on ao3

⋅. ♪ .⋅  Loving Tendou Playlist

“You need to stop staring at our manager and actually talk to her Satori.”  Ushijima’s deep voice broke him out of his trance, catching his attention.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Wakatoshi-kun.” He deflected. Okay, maybe he did tend to stare at you. But he swears he didn’t do it that much.

Ushijima rolled his eyes at that, “I may not be the brightest when it comes people-”

“You got that right.” He snickered while putting his gym clothes away.

“As I was saying, I at least know she isn’t the least bothered by you,” he shut his locker door with a firm bang, interrupting his musing for a moment, “we can all see how she isn’t fazed by whatever antics you flung at her.”

“But that’s just because she’s just like you!” His best friend raised his brows at him. “Not completely, but she’s uhh, I don’t know-stoic. Straight faced and doesn’t say anything much unless necessary.”

“I’m not stoic.” 

“Sure you aren’t.” Has he really not noticed?

“So you’re implying that you can be close to her?” He knew his best friend can be quite obtuse sometimes, but where did that come from?

“That’s not what I’m saying at all, where did even get that idea?” He turned his attention to his duffel bag, already done with the conversation.

But it seems Ushijima wasn’t, “You said she was just like me, even if it was just a bit. And since we’re close, that means you could be with her as well.”

“You’re grasping at short straws here Ushiwaka,” he teased. “Why do you seem so persistent to get me to talk to her?”

“Because I think she might be one of the few people that would actually tolerate your weird personality, rather than shun you for it like most people would.” Oh, that was actually helpful. He knew Ushijima rarely spoke, but whenever he did, it was always something meaningful and helpful.

Ushijima scratched at his neck, looking around the locker room looking for something.

“Uhh, watcha looking for there buddy?”

“I’m missing my pair of socks.” Ushijima groaned. Suddenly, all his previous thoughts of him being meaningful was diminished within a second. 

“That’s the fourth time this week ‘Toshi.”

“I know, but for some reason they don’t end up where they’re supposed to be.” He was pouting, the redhead could tell. You wouldn’t actually see it until you looked closely.

He had to reassure their captain before he drones about ads he read in today’s newspaper. He was not interested in discounts held for sock stores. “We’ll ask the janitors tomorrow, okay? Don’t fret about it.”

Satisfied with his answer, Ushijima nodded. They both grabbed their bags then turned to leave, until they heard a knock at the door.

“Uhm, excuse me. Is Tendou-kun here by any chance?” Speak of the devil...

He stilled, clearly not expecting for you to look for him. He wondered how long you’ve been there, hoping you haven’t heard a single word from their conversation that just happened to be about you.

Ushijima looked at him, a faint smirk curved at the corners of his lips. He gave him a look as if to say, this is your chance.

Without consulting him if he even wanted to answer, he strode towards the door and opened it without warning, causing you to jump back in surprise. The basket of jerseys nearly fell from your hands in shock. 

He mentally slapped himself in the face. Way to go Wakatoshi, scare off our manager.

“Satori’s right here,” He waved to him, standing still like a deer in the headlights. “I must go.” He walked past you, leaving no space for you to even start a conversation with him.

“Oh, uhm alright. Thank you Ushijima-san.” You waved to Ushijima before to turning to him, looking at him with a blank expression.

“I’m sorry, it seems I interrupted you on your way home. But I promise this will be quick.” You said with a flat tone. You reached down on the freshly laundered basket of jerseys, fumbling with the different colored fabrics as you looked for something. 

With a victorious ‘ah’, you held up a familiar pair of socks. 

“I kept seeing these somewhere in your locker rooms whenever I clean after practice. I usually just place them on the benches but this time it was on basket with the rest of the jerseys so I took the liberty to wash them.” He took them from your hands, fingers lightly brushing when he grab ahold of the very socks his best friend was pouting about. He jolted, feeling a sensation from the minimal contact.

Either you ignored him or didn’t notice, which was probably the latter, you moved on to place the basket on a corner. 

‘You need to stop staring at our manager and actually talk to her Satori.’

“So, how are you managing so far manager-chan?” He hoped his voice didn’t reveal how nervous he was to be alone with you. 

In truth, he liked being with you at any chance he could get. It was fun flinging non-nonsensical shit at you, just to get a reaction. It was like a challenge for him really, wanting nothing more than to see you flustered or even better, laugh at his jokes just for once.

You never looked irked or disgusted by his whole demeanor, which was something he appreciated a lot. He hoped you never would, fearing that it might be the inevitable truth he wasn’t willing to accept.

That he was a monster no one could truly understand.

“I’m still afraid of getting hit by a ball every time Ushijima-san serves, but other than that I’m doing fine.” You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, exhaustion evident on your face. “You’re not going home, Tendou-san? It’s already late, I suggest you hurry now so you can rest easy for tomorrow’s practice.”

He smirks, suddenly feeling a mood for a good teasing. “Dawww, is our dear little manager concerned for the resident Guess Monster?” He quirked a brow as he leered at you with a teasing grin. 

Unperturbed, you tilted your head, looking a bit puzzled. “Of course I am. I am your manager after all, isn’t it my job to look after the team?”

“Don’t be shy, you can just say you like me, manager-chaaan~” He thought really shouldn’t tease you like that but he really can’t help himself.

What happened next surprised him the most.

He figured you’d wave off his teasing like always, roll your eyes then move on with your day. But instead, he spots the blushing of your cheeks. Something he didn’t expect from you at all.

He opens his mouth to say something but stops at the sounds of footsteps nearing the locker room.

Shit. If the team saw you alone with him in the locker rooms at this hour it’ll be the death of him. You wouldn’t have cared, but he knows they’ll hold it over his head and tease him relentlessly, insinuating that there’s something going on between the two of you.

With a hushed ‘Quick!’ he grabs your arm then pulls you into a vacant locker. He shuts the door in haste, making a loud bang that makes him wince. 

“Tendou what’re you-” he shuts you up with a hand covering your mouth. He looks at you pleadingly as he zips up his lips, urging you to stay quiet. You nod with his hand still covering your lips. 

“Hurry up Semi! We’re gonna be late!” Reon’s voice booms loudly as they enter the room, causing the both of you to jump in surprise.

“Wait a damn minute will you? I just forgot my wallet.” The sound of a locker opening fills in the sudden silence. He waits with a bated breath hoping they’ll leave soon.

But it seems that wasn’t the case. 

“Say... Isn’t that Tendou’s duffel bag?” You both hear Shirabu’s voice ask with uncertainty. Tendou freezes, unsure what to do.

There’s a muffled noise of shuffling. “Yeah, it’s his alright. It’s his jacket draped over it.”

“Then why is it still here? Shouldn’t he have left by now?”

“Didn’t we pass by Ushijima just earlier?” Shit. Shit. Shit.

The locker you were both hiding in was getting hotter by the minute. He feels a sweat trickle down his neck as he tries not to breathe loudly as to not grab attention. 

When Ushijima told him to get closer to you, he surely didn’t mean this!

Your soft hands reach to take his off your mouth. He mouths a soft ‘sorry’ but you shake your head softly, not minding his mistake in the slightest. With the ongoing conversation about his whereabouts outside he distracts himself with little details he begins to notice.

Like how you smelled of baby powder and faint deodorant, or how there are strands of your hair sticking to your exposed neck from your ponytail. He tries hard not to think about how close you were. Your shoulders pressed against his chest, head just below his chin, and your hips just right where his-

“Tendou-kun,” he hears you whisper. He cranes his just a bit, trying to get a look at your face. “Your phone is bumping my hip, I know there’s not much space but can you please move it a bit?” 

Phone? What phone? He was pretty sure he left it in his bag━

“Sorry.” He apologizes meekly, wiggling his hips away from you as he desperately wills his sudden hard on to calm down. This locker was gonna be the death of him soon if he stays here any longer. 

He thanks whatever deity is at work above for your obliviousness. A blessing in disguise he’s really thankful at the moment.

“Eh, why’re we wasting time here? He probably just went to the bathroom.” Semi cuts off as he grabs his wallet. Tendou thanks the ashen blond silently, promising not to tease him just for a day.

He hears the door shut. He waits until the footsteps are completely gone, then sighs in relief when no one comes back.

“Phew, that was a close call. Who knows what might’ve happened if they found us here.” He lets out a laugh, “we can leave now, [y/n]-chan.”

Then he’s looking at you, head ducked so he couldn’t see much of your face. But he peers between the strands of your hair and finally notices how flustered you look.

He smirks. “[y/n]-chan?” 

For once in your life, you try to avoid his eyes.“O-oh! Tendou-kun, are they gone yet?” 

“If I knew better manager-chan~ Judging by your flustered face, I would assume you actually wanted to stay here with me.”

Your eyes widen like saucers. “No! It’s just that it’s cramped in here, it got hot so I am blushing for different reasons!” Your composure was breaking by the minute, hands flailing in exaggeration as you try to explain in defense. 

He barks out a laugh. “Manager-chan, I was just kidding! Calm down for me, hm?” You don’t reply.

“Alright, I’m sorry for teasing you.” He says as he reaches for the knob, “let’s just get out of here-”

You shoot your hand on his wrist, surprising the both of you. “Uh... about what you just said.”

He waits for you to continue. With a deep breath you try to finish your sentence. “I don’t mind, being here with Tendou-kun.... that’s all.”

The message clicks in his brain. I like you Tendou-kun.

“Oh.” He replied numbly. He was sure he must’ve looked stupid with the face he was making, still awestruck at what you just admitted.

You giggle, a sound he finds himself emitting to his memory.

“You’re weird as ever Tendou-kun,” the look of adoration you gave him nearly made him choke. “But that’s fine, I like that about you.” 

Two confessions all at once? Was this a dream? Boy, he surely was gonna panic about this to Ushijima later, not that he’d be any of help.

Waving away the butterflies in his stomach, he ruffles your hair. “You’re too full of surprises today [y/n]-chan. Someday you’re gonna give me a heart attack if you just suddenly give me these cute faces without warning.”

He feels himself smile wide at another bashful look you give him.

“Now let’s get out of here.” He twists the knob inside but it doesn’t budge. Confused, he tries to twist it another way but it still doesn’t move. He struggles with it for a minute until he gives up. 

It wouldn’t open.

“Uhh... Tendou-kun, I think we might have to call the others.” He hears you say tentatively. 

“Sure, do you have your phone with you?”

You pat your pockets for a second. “Oh, I must’ve left it in my bag. How about we use your phone instead?” 

“...” 

[pocmuzings]

6, 17, 30, 31, 39, 48 xx

WRITERS ASK GAME - ACCEPTING !

ur too good to me kwangel !! thank u !

6.     Single or multiple POV?

oooo , tbh i find multiple pov very confusing for myself to write , but when done well - i find it to be incredible to read ( i feel its rare to have a great multiple pov read though , but they always work well in mysteries ! ) . i stick to single pov , when i can !

17.  What writing habits or rituals do you have?

i honestly don't think i have any habits or rituals . . i kinda just open my silly little computer and type my silly little things and then close it and never think abt it again fkjfjk

30.  Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet

i think ive started all of mine ! not very well , and definitely quite scattered , but as soon as i get an idea , im the kinda person who needs to write it down right away

31.  Least favourite part of writing

the ' middle part ' or the ' filler ' fdjknfdnj thats when i lose most muse . i get so excited for beginnings and endings , that the middle parts are my hardest parts to write . i know how im ending my own thing so i get too excited to jump there

39.  Weirdest character concept you’ve ever had

fdjknfnkjf idk if ive ever had one ?? my characters are probably pretty boring and binary

48.  What’s the most self-insert character/scene you’ve ever written?

wellll ok my novel im writing atm ( called karma ) is roman a clef . as in , its quite autobiographical but with fictional aspects to it . its a novel about an indian female whos brother is m*rdered . therefore , she thinks its her job to try and solve the Mystery , but at the same time she isnt sure why she even cares , bc her brother was actually quite a terrible and ab*sive person . so its about family violence , ab*se and grief and how all three of them together can be so confusing . how do you grieve someone you're not even sure you loved ? writing her , and this novel , has helped me greatly with dealing with my own anger and sadness about how my own case was handled , and where it left me .

[dhwrina]

♡ ♡ ♡    howdy you lovely little beans !! 🤠 i’m nai ( she/her ; 21+) and i just cried bcs of a kdrama - first, i’m so in love with this rp, the concept ♡ ♡ ♡ , the effort that has been put behind it, my two braincells could never - ALSO y’all are so cute and i already love all of ur muses, someone bring me tissues, grandma is gonna cry ssdnsn anyway, i’m bringng u my bean rina  the cupid canon with a little sidenote that i messed up her age lol wrote she was born 1997 but actually stated in the age section she’s 24, i guess math just does that to me. okay so, she’s a new muse so excuse me if sometimes i myself seem a little lost with her lmao. anyway i made a little PLOT PAGE , a WANTED PLOT TAG , a PINTEREST BOARD and you can read more ABOUT her here. so, if you want to plot please 🔪🔪🔪 LIKE this post. i’m down for everything gimme all the angst, brotps, enemies and fluff pls sdndnssa also if u want to plot discord pls lmk

below i’ll try to shorten her bio and also add some trivia and connections as well, thank you for reading this

tw death , abuse

♡  her life in the normal realm was a happy one. she died a natural death and led a pretty fulfilling life. ( that is bcs i needed to make her suffer extra hard for her life in donghwa do )

♡ due to her never experiencing any difficulties and having very supportive and loving parents, she just assumed that everyone else would be as nice as her parents were. this made her a little naive and overly trusting which wasn’t a problem as it seemed that rina somehow only met nice people ( look at me granting her some extra happy times so i can wreck her life more )

♡ her parents were (still are) the perfect couple which somehow made her obsessed with love. she was that girl who drew heart over the letter “i”. refused to use any marker that wasn’t pink and would always request a romcom at sleepovers when everyone else wanted to watch a horror movie.

♡ her parents the owners of cupid’s café are known for their matchmaking skills and rina probably got that from them. she also helped the people at school to confess to their crush and rumors said that asking rina for help would guarantee 100 % success.

♡ anyway rina herself never fell in love herself and kind of feel like a fraud since she gave out love advice but did not really experience love

♡ so one day, that perfect looking (shady) guy entered the cafe and rina fell in love with him. (tbh he wasn’t even that good-looking or funny it was probably just the way the light illuminated him or some shit that made rina believed he was the perfect guy straight out of a movie.....)

♡ turned out he was a complete douchebag. his obsessive behavour forced her to isolate herself from her friends and she kinda had no friends left then. also she actually planned to expand cupid cafe (probably some extra room for her matchmaking business lol) and planned to study but he also didn’t want her to “waste her time on something else” and manipulated her into giving up on that thought. 

♡ when rina wouldn’t listen he’d become violent and rina started to question what love really was and if that what her parents had were just a naïve view on love and that most people couldn’t have the love they did. 

♡ eventually she managed to escape from that relationship, but it did change her bcs 1) he never got punished for his actions (since she didn’t report him or told anyone about what had happened) 2) she kinda lost faith in that concept of fate regarding love but also other areas in life.

♡ that’s why i chose the rebel label for her bcs that belief started to crumble and she’s kinda mad bcs was it fate that she had to go through all this awful things ?

♡ right now she picked up her job at cupid’s cafe again. she is helping out her parents and honestly right now she tries not to think about her past dream about expanding the cafe etc. she’s rather focus on pulling herself together and to appear as normal as possible.

*inserts kdrama ending credits transition to her personality section here*

personality

♡ rina is the person who just likes to talk, she used to be very open and would even tell someone stuff they did not ask for. she laughs about everything she even finds dad jokes hilarious (she might as well love these kind of jokes the most). she’s quite trusting, tell her that scientist found out that fish can talk and she’ll believe you as long as you provide her some website. besides playing matchmaker for everyone she really enjoys photography (even made couple photos and had these couple photo instagram accounts were she’d post them.....). since that certain event, she has *dramatic vc* changed and bcs she tries to put on an act  and be all happy ad that she sometimes comes across as fake ? also she doesn’t used to go out as often as usual and now only does her tasks at work and after that she just goes home and spends some time alone. 

i want to write more but i’m brain dead rn so if u have any questions pls lmk

here are some basic connections if none of the plots on the plot page work

enemies, bad influence, good influence, someone who wants rina to teach them some matchmaking skills, sibling relationship, friends, ex enemies who are now friends, etc.

[yandere-daydreams]

Hello ! Im on mobile so ur bio Dosent always show the correct info but it says ur requests are open so I hope they atcually are ^^; if they are can I please request a bnha villain of ur choice punishing they're s/o for an escape attempt? If u can could u possibly make it nsfw ? Hhhaaaa I'm trash. Thanks tho

So, since y’all are so thirsty for Izuku, I thought it would only be fair to try my hand at some Villian!Deku for this prompt. This is kinda my first attempt at full-blown smut, so please be gentle.

You knew running away wouldn’t end well. When the deadbolt that normally kept you trapped in your bedroom broke, you’d been optimistic, stupidly so. You thought you could run for it, find your way out of Izuku’s bunker and just run. But, his ‘bodyguards’ had dragged you back to his office after five short, blissful minutes of freedom.

Or… you thought they would drag you back to his office, at least.

The hope that you’d get off with a lecture was quickly dissolving as chains were wrapped around your ankles, spreading your legs as your wrists were given a similar treatment, cuffed to the headboard with Izuku’s favorite pair of velvet-lined restraints. This wasn’t abnormal in itself, you’ve experienced the majority of Izuku’s collection first hand, but you’ve never been tied… face down before, knees forcibly bent beneath you. You tried yelling at the lackeys, asking what the fuck they thought they were doing, even pleading for Izuku, but the closest thing to a response you got was a short, grunted ‘orders’. You were almost thankful when they stopped, quietly leaving the room. Unfortunately, that left you alone with him.

Izuku sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. You could feel his weight dip the mattress, but there wasn’t much you could besides twist around, if only to glare at him. He ignored you, resting a hand on your thigh as he spoke. “You know, I really thought we’d gotten past this. I thought you were starting to get used to being here, being with me, but…” He paused, starting to rub circles into your skin. “Apparently, you aren’t as loving as I’d hoped.”

You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves. Izuku was threatening, but predictable. He always melted at the first signs of an apology. “Look, baby, I’m sorry-”

It happened before you could react. A tight grip on the hem of your shorts, pulling them down without a trace of hesitation, Izuku taking his place behind you before you could object. “Shut up,” He growled, one hand pushing your shirt up as its twin pressed a palm against your clothed cunt. A gasp escaped your lips, something Izuku seemed to take pride in. You could hear him chuckle, his hand rocking back and forth as you grit your teeth. “Like I said, I thought you starting to love me. But, it’s clear that I’m going to have to help you along.”

“Please, please don’t-” You choked on the words when he found your clit, teasing you with the edges of his fingertips as he bent down, kissing your now-exposed shoulder blade. The contact was brief, light, nothing like the friction slowly driving you insane. He stopped, temporarily, pulling the panties he’d picked out to the side. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but swallowed down any louder noises. “Please, don’t do this. I’ll do anything you want me to, just… don’t do this.”

Izuku didn’t respond, not immediately, preoccupied with the slick beginning to drip down your thighs. You could hear the telltale click of a metal latch, followed by rustling leather. He’s taking off his gloves. “This?” He mused, gently prodding you open with two fingers. You reacted spontaneously, planning to force your legs together, but he caught on as soon as you moved. A still-covered hand latched onto one of your legs, the other forcing two fingers knuckle-deep into your heat. You couldn’t stop yourself, crying out at the force, tears starting to prick at the corners of your eyes. Izuku didn’t wait for you to adjust, pumping fast, so fast, as his other arm reached around, forcing a painfully motionless pressure onto your abused clit.

Fuck, he wanted you to move.

“You don’t want me to make you cum, darling? See how good my cock would feel inside you?” You shook your head, wishing you had enough slack to cover your mouth, or fight back, or do something. But, you were stuck clenching your eyes shut, burying your face pathetically in the sheets and biting your bottom lip so hard it bled. Little grunts and mewls still managed to escape, encouraging Izuku to slip in another finger and dare to curl his trifecta. He was grinding against you, albeit unconsciously, a cock much bigger than it should’ve been making the small movement impossible to ignore. “Too bad. Naughty girls don’t get to say ‘no’.”

And just like that, Izuku was hastily pulling down his obsessively ironed dress-pants, teasing you for just a few breaths before thrusting inside of you. The sparks of pleasure that had been building up blurred together, accumulating into a tight, tight knot in the bottom of your stomach. You could feel tears running down your cheeks, even if you failed to acknowledge you were crying, and Izuku wasn’t much better. Keeling and moaning, cursing under his breath just as often as he bucked into you.

“Tight…. you’re tight,” He slurred, his hips bucking into you wildly. There was no pattern to it, no rhythm, just random, sharp, rough jerks that left you twitching and bruised and moaning. Biting your lips didn’t work anymore, guttural whines forced from your throat whether you liked it or not. “And you’re mine, all mine.”

“I’m not!” You tried refusing, shaking your head and screaming that you’d never be his, but every sound that left your mouth just made the boy harder. He continued to groan, grabbing at your chest through your clothes before moving.. lower. Back and forth, forming tiny, quick circles over your clit. Rubbing and rubbing and thrusting and-

Izuku’s breath hitched a moment before yours did,  your cunt clamping down on him in a vice-like grip. You finally collapsed, still shaking from your climax as Izuku panted, fucking into you weakly before pulling you into his chest, biting into your shoulder as he came. You hardly registered the blood now flowing down your skin, choosing to direct your attention towards the sticky, white fluid now leaking from your entrance.

Or more importantly, the fact that he wasn’t pulling out. Or the smile pressing into your skin, or iron-clad grip Izuku had planted on your stomach.

Or the words he thought you didn’t hear, the words you didn’t want to hear.

“You’re never leaving me again.”

[cainfm]

『BILL SKARSGARD ❙ NONBINARY』 ⟿ looks like CAIN ROMANOV is here for THEIR SENIOR year as a LITERATURE student. THEY are 25 years old & known to be RIGHTEOUS, TRUE, EVASIVE & GUARDED. They’re living in MORIS, so if you’re there, watch out for them. ⬳ JAMES. 21. EST. SHE/THEY.

hdsjnf hello all ... it is james again ... here with another ... replacing noelle with cain bt it’s fine im fine. i’ve hit muse limit u wn’t hear frm me again ... so hit tht like button .. this isnt the best intro ive done bt mostly bc im just kinda like ... taking an old one n rewriting it as i go

TW CULTS, HEROIN USE / ADDICTION, DRUG ADDICTION / USE, ABUSE, PSYCHOLOGICAL / EMOTIONAL MANIPULATION, PTSD, ANXIETY, TRAUMA.

aesthetics.

dangling limbs from tree branches, yellowed book pages, opened bottles of vintage wine, oversized sweaters and deep under eyes, bleached denim, worn leather gloves, cat hair against black cloth, fields of wheat, broken windows, descending staircases, tight-lipped smiles during public appearances, golden skies, light spilling from windows, stumbling over one’s own words, wire-framed beds, linens, wool scarves, making the wrong decisions; running, from others and yourself.

basic info.

full name: cain alexei romanov

nickname(s): n/a

b.o.d. - feb 19th, pisces :) happy birthday!

label(s): the connard (previously), the escapist, the facade, the fallen, the lothario (previously), the pariah, the phoenix, the puppeteer (previously), the sybarite, etc.

height: 6′4″ ... bruv.

hometown: stratford, connecticut

sexuality: bisexual uwu?

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inspired by: i feel like i did ... have an inspiration for him but i don’t ... remember ... so ur not getting this one ... i might edit this later if smth pops into my head but. alas.

biography.

born to connecticut senator vaughn romanov and well known philanthropist adelaide romanov, they were born into a life of privilege in a very prominent new england family. they’re the eldest of five in a very nuclear, picture perfect, preppy chic family.

was brought up to be a class a, outstanding, perfect citizen. golden child to the all american family (willfully ignoring the fact that his father came from russian immigrants). cain listened, obeyed, never strayed outside the lines.

it was always intended for cain to take on after their father, to follow in his footsteps and become a politician too. there were several expectations for them, including joining model un, debate, deca, splitting time between soccer, track, basketball, lacrosse, becoming class president, and all while maintaining a valedictorian - worthy gpa.

even volunteered on the weekends at homeless shelters and food banks, proving to everybody in their community just how much of a gem they were, darling, perfect member of society.

always eager as a child, eager for approval, eager to impress and wow and dazzle authorities and adults alike - cain never really had a problem with any of it? always attended church on sundays and sometimes even wednesdays. participated in family dinners and christmas photoshoots and new years eve parties, easter egg hunts and family reunions.

born and raised in stratford, super close to lovell to the point where it’d always been expected that the romanov children would simply just go to radcliffe, as did their parents. their home in stratford is a big, fancy, seven bedroom eight bath house with two fireplaces and an expansive dining room. no pool, but a sturdy treehouse made by scratch.

however. their model citizen persona was just that, a persona - a charade. in the community and to his family, cain was a hardworking citizen who upheld standards, a leader. to classmates and peers, from elementary to college - cain was the devil themself.

arrogant, harrowing, an outright bully who tore down others when they felt like it, often unprovoked. they were the senator’s son, and a rich one at that - rules never applying because they simply never existed for them, the upmost privilege because of who their family happened to be and their place in society. tattlers of their behavior faced far more consequence than cain ever did, or would.

the sort of person who’d genuinely look down at someone if they had less than them - a narcissistic dickhead who cared about two or three people, tops, outside of their family. was never physically violent, nor did they raise their voice, but that’s what made them all the worse. made them all the scarier. spewed classist bullshit with ease and was addicted to the power high it gave them.

their only redeeming quality was their protectiveness over their family - never the best person, but family is family, and they thought it ought’d to be protected.

went into political science and business to please their father, mainly, every step they made - every path cain went down, every choice from the electives they took in high school to the brand of shoes they wore, was to build them into the ideal presidential candidate.

probably joined a frat though cain never participated in parties too often, known for keeping their composure even when others resorted to violence, or got too drunk, or caused any public commotion, because they didn’t like to leave a bad image for the press. did their drugs in private but left nothing to the imagination, publicly.

but alas. during college, two very important series of events occurred.

seeking thrills, searching for fun in all the wrong places - cain became a middle-man between dealers and producers. never dealt it, and never produced it, but simply transported it between one another; the less everybody knew about each other the better. it was always a very hushed operation. one that they could’ve profited much off of, though money was never the motive for them.

and then he met earl and may meyers, fellow volunteers at a thanksgiving food drive; an older couple immediately drawn to cain, reasonable considering just who their father was, and cain to them. they can’t tell you what about the couple was so appealing - the air around them was something else entirely; some called it unhinged, others would call it comforting. but they were kind folks, down to earth - very religious, and very warmhearted. liked his name, a lot - like in the bible, they’d say, and laugh, and pat his arm. they would say, on occasion, that they reminded them of their late son.

it’d happened towards the end of their junior year, a few years after they’d gotten involved in the drug business - and the meyers were volunteering more and more, always at the same places as cain. the same times, too, as if they were learning his schedule. in retrospect - it was odd, but cain’d never suspected a thing. they kept talking, and it became a genuine friendship - a secured vote in the next election.

it only took a few months into this that they’d begun to talk about religion more. the sin of wealth, and god choosing only a select few when he cleanses the earth. only the worthiest souls. they’d eventually get into the rhythm of telling cain they were special - that they could see they’d be selected, see it in their aura, in their dreams, god sending them messages, etc. most would find it to be absolutely ... bonkers.

but it was oddly appealing to cain - like, maybe i am being constrained by capitalism. maybe i am disappointing god - aren’t i a devoted follower? it felt nearly ridiculous, but it seeped into their mind. psychological manipulation, lasting over months and cain unsuspecting. as if they could ever be the one manipulated. but the meyers could ask cain to jump, and they’d simply say - how high?

soon enough, earl and may told them that they were moving. that there’d been so many more like them and that it was time to join them, time to prepare - to get ready for the rapture. cain held off at first, finishing up their first term of their senior year and their life planned right before their eyes. everything they’d ever worked for. their loyal companions and close-knit family, their side-business that’d only gotten stronger - a long-term girlfriend and the engagement ring that burnt in their pocket, made their heart beat twice as fast at the very thought. still the same as before, cruel without a cause, but still surrounded by those who loved them - who could find something in them to love.

but a month into their senior year, cain had a sudden change of heart. they were ready, now, if not now then never later. all because of a third event. a surprise. a shock. a betrayal.

they had discovered that they were not their father’s child - not at all, not even by an inch. they were someone else’s, completely. their mother had broken down and cracked, after a particularly straining christmas party. the discussion was long, and the heartbreak only grew. the anger only grew. the hurt - it grew. more and more, with each pitiful sob their mother gave them. it was a mistake - a one night stand in a fit of petty anger in the very early stages of their marriage. and only cain knew - like they had to carry this weight, now, that they never asked to have.

it was the kind of information that broke a person. cain idolized their parents, done everything they’d ever asked - ever expected, and beyond, let them mold them like putty into whatever form they wanted. only to find out that in the end, it didn’t matter. it never mattered, if cain wasn’t the blood child of vaughn. if their mother - a woman who hadn’t a bad bone in her body, was nothing but a cheat and a liar.

cain unraveled.

they spent the first week getting into an altercation with near anybody who looked at them wrong. physical, usually - though arguments arose frequently as well. with no explanation, only thrown fists - often drunk, or high, or sober too - it never mattered. they spent a night in county jail, it’d gotten so bad. it seemed to have no end.

right until new years, just after midnight, when cain had disappeared without a word. it was treated like a missing persons case, though there was no evidence of foul play or kidnapping, and not much could be done about it.

BEGINNING OF CULT / DRUG / MOST OF THE TRIGGER WARNINGS

the only people who knew of cain’s whereabouts were the meyers - because they had left together. a last minute decision that, if they had only waited a simple minute longer, would’ve never happened. a mistake they desperately wished they could take back. a mistake that led to another event - maybe the most important one of them all.

they’d gone only hours away from stratford, and lovell, the border between new york and connecticut and not as far as cain had initially thought, but deep, deep into the woods. that was where the cult’d been. they wore white linens and cotton, but never mixed. technology banned, prayers and daily chores. it was natural, at first. for the first three months, that was.

it could’ve been grand. it was peaceful, and mind-clearing, and they treated cain as if their birth was a sign from the angels. cain come to undo his past. a potential leader. but the longer they stayed, the more apparent it became that they weren’t all that the cult had wanted, so desperately, to believe. once they began to slip up, once members became displeased - that’s when the punishments began to occur.

sometimes once a week, but sometimes - and, later, much more so, multiple. the memories are suppressed, for the most part - but there are some things they simply can’t - the hands, they can’t forget. pulling, and tugging, and gripping - begging, asking him to repent, please, repent. their head held underwater, counting seconds until their vision’d eventually darken and go out, only to be pulled out gasping and sobbing. these memories stay - these memories repeat themselves, like a record stuck on repeat, days blurring into one another.

when they tried to fight back - they were subdued. heroin was the first step. little by little, everyday - enough to leave them in a high they wouldn’t remember; enough to burn a hole in their memory. and with these dimming memories, cain’d begin to sneak paper and pencil into their living arrangement, their room, writing everyday. wrote as much as they could remember from home - about their family, their life before it all - the people they loved. they couldn’t remember what they’d written, some days.

and when those notes were found, bound by thread taken from their own clothing to form a shabby book - that’d been the final straw. dragged, kicking and screaming - mind-numbingly high, into place. the twisted reenactment, retelling of cain’s demise. how exactly he’d gotten his scar. it would’ve been near perfect, if they had only stayed still and let them brand the mark into his forehead. but instead - they settled, eventually, for the chest. then - the left cain to die in the middle of the woods. in the middle of nowhere. no trails or campsites to follow, nothing at all. nothing but trees. nothing but his notes and the clothes on their back. they hadn’t even known what day it was - almost forgotten the year, too.

cain should’ve died there, but cain got up. and they ran. and ran. and ran. until they hit something, eventually. a road. it’d been pure luck that they’d found a car near immediately afterwards, whose driver wasn’t doubling as a murderer, who took them to the hospital - and who gave cain that chance to live. they were found on new years, a full cycle - a full year in the cult that’d changed their life.

END OF CULT / DRUG / MOST OF THE TRIGGER WARNINGS. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. STILL MENTIONS OF TRAUMA / MENTAL HEALTH / RECOVERY / ADDICTION BEYOND THIS POINT.

after being reunited with their family in the hospital - everything went by very fast. they couldn’t recognize their youngest sibling, but they also couldn’t remember why they’d left in the first place. couldn’t remember the name of their girlfriend, but the color of her hair and the way she smelled. they couldn’t give answers to their actions.

and after being put into therapy and recovery for their addiction - that’s when they find out that their father’s a presidential candidate, that they had been - that they used cain’s disappearance as a story for the press, one to garner votes. their return is national news, and their public opinion skyrockets. it’s supposed to be glorious, and a miracle, a blessing - but cain feels restrained. confined to the role they’d always been expected to play - expected to get up and continue with their life, as if nothing had happened. 

but nothing didn’t happen - everything happened, and cain’s different now, vastly so - no longer who they thought they were. they change their major to literature, abandon politics. they get some cats, start working at the library, and they put on some leather gloves - their method of staying away, of keeping a comfortable distance. they are different, now, and simply only wish to focus on their recovery.

personality.

they’re no longer who they once were. a year of trauma does things to a person - and with memory loss that weighs heavy on their mind, they are near completely different. they remember parts of their old personality, their old lifestyle - enough to know they want to be better. they’re convinced that it’s karma, what happened to them. for being who they were - acting the way they did. just ... a bunch of self-blame.

even with the massive ego, cain’s always been a quiet person. but now - now cain’s even quieter. kinder, if not a little sarcastic, like a relic from the past. they’re distant - but it’s one of fear, restrictive and tense - not one made out of their own comfort. 

smokes medical marijuana but rarely drinks ... as if that’d make a difference. in an effort to beat their heroin addiction, they’ve turned to prescriptions instead.

like i mentioned ... cain has four cats. it’s basically their entire personality. two of them were from before their disappearance, but two are new to their little (school-approved) family. there is: frank (big chungus when yelled. white and gray), brock (orange. fluffy. stoic. devours food), shoelace (black furred, missing an eye and half an ear), and crunchwrap supreme (crunch for short. calico with bent ears). yes, they have photos of their cats in their wallet.

cain’s memory is fucked - like, really fucked. they forget a lot of things. short term, long term. it’s a constant struggle. they managed to keep their notes from the cult, so those help - but not always. they forget dates and names and faces and events. sometimes they wake up and don’t know where they are. they don’t sleep often, anyways. with the trauma came night terrors, and in an attempt to avoid them they don’t ... sleep often. only a few hours a night if they can withstand it, because it’s frankly terrible.

they suffer from severe touch aversion. skin contact with anybody, of any sort, is enough to send cain into a full-blown panic attack. they were leather gloves more often than not in an attempt to combat this disadvantage, without hindering their dexterity too much. even with clothes, they’re not the biggest fan of physical contact. it won’t send him into a panic attack, but they visibly flinch away. they’re very clear from the get-go, if someone is too close to them, that they don’t like physical contact.

dealing with ptsd and attends therapy every week. their therapist recommended that they keep writing their notes, after reviewing them himself, so cain does. they keep an entire journal where they write, and sketch a little, because it helps them cope and de-stress. it means a lot to them, actually.

also dealing with ptsd and attends therapy every week - therapist recommended he kept writing after looking at his notes - so he does, keeps an entire journal where they write and like … sketch a little, because it helps them cope. means more to them than it would seem. but, unfortunately, part of their coping involves getting far too involved in their own mini-investigation of the cult they’d been part of. when the cult was tracked back to where cain’d been brought, they were already gone - and cain wants to know where. wants to know how to find them. wants justice, vengeance. wants nobody else to get hurt from them.

pretty blunt ... won’t go out of their way to announce that hey, they were part of a cult, and that’s why they’re gone and that’s why that’s the way they are now - but they also won’t lie about it, if the topic comes up in conversation. they don’t like delusions, don’t like secrets, nor do they like unnecessary attention.

being at radcliffe makes cain anxious because - well, they’re surrounded by people they’ve been doing wrong by for years now and they can’t even remember which ones. who, what, when, why - distant memories, if they’re even there at all. is constantly trying to figure out how to redeem themselves. they’d leave, if it hadn’t been their parents’ assistance that they stay there. so that someone always has an eye on them. 

but like ...they screwed over a lot of people when they left. from plugs / customers to their ex-girlfriend, who they are, undeniably, still in love with (you can’t forget that feeling) - to their friends. like. everybody, pretty much KBJNSDFKSNLD

is often pretty high ... i’d say it’s just the medical weed but. alas :/ take a guess :/

hates cars & swimming & crowds. hates feeling trapped and will avoid it whenever possible. doesn’t want to be seen as unsociable, but it’s difficult. 

they ... have a tendency to run away when they’re overwhelmed. likes to climb trees because they’re tall enough to. there’s a tree outside of their window that they climb out to frequently, even though it’s like a ~safety hazard~ or whatever. just really likes to hide out. 

used to be in perkins when they last attended radcliffe, but they gave their spot to someone else and that was like - 100% fine w/ cain tbh. lives alone in moris now.

feels the need to redeem themself ... to like, everybody. like, they want to avoid conflict and be a better person, but it’s hard, and they don’t necessarily like confrontation either - and not everybody believes that cain’s changed. it wouldn’t be surprising if people were suspicious of cain, for whatever reason, because they don’t ... really have the best track record anymore.

developed a stutter as one of the results from their trauma. their voice is damaged from screaming and they’re self-conscious about it, but they’re working on it because there’s more important things to worry about. in general, cain looks ... gaunt, too thin, and generally sickly.

repeating senior year ... fr obvious reasons ... and probably won’t graduate anytime soon because they’ve changed their major so late.

can still hold a conversation & they’re not really afraid of socialization. it just takes a toll on them. they’re pretty lowkey, as a person. soft, sorta. quiet but they won’t be an asshole (on purpose). they like people! just. very low energy.

so like ... tldr ... not an asshole anymore ... dealing with a lot of trauma ... trying to be a good person ... yes ...

wanted connections.

locals... people they’ve grown up with their entire life. people they’ve wronged, people who idolized him, envied him, despised him, etc. 

enemies... would love for a bunch of these just. a hoard of people who fucking hate cain. because it fits the bill. they could’ve bullied them, or wronged them, whatever. anything works. let’s make it happen.

exes... that they’ve dumped... old hookups, ex-friends, people they got into an argument with or fought before they disappeared last year...

ex girlfriend... that connection wld b rly neat!! i have it up as a wc rn but we can take that down ... will be holding intense american idol - esque auditions. remember that cain ws a fckn classist pig and probably only dated people who were also rich with influential families. (unless u present a very good case to me ... then maybe ... perhaps ...)

family friends... family rivals... people he knows mostly thru their family.

redeemable... people they’re trying to redeem themself to... trying to prove their worth, and that they’re a better person now, etc. etc.

old clients... :) angry clients. that they left in the dust.

perkins... people he knew from perkins ... old pals or maybe enemies idk he was pretty insufferable ... people he used to go to fancy parties with sometimes ...

angery... people so so so so fucking pissed at cain, for whatever reason.

reconciliation... reconnecting... used to be friends and we can be friends again :) and i will be better this time! i’m a slut for slowburns, especially slowburn friendships ... enemies to friends ... now THAT is sexy.

victims... of bullying ... :/ of their bullying specifically.

sof...t... wholesome content ... nothing but soft, understanding friendships ... or developing friendships ... make them feel welcomed again... forgive them...

an..g.st... friends to enemies. enemies to bigger enemies. miscommunication. betrayal. whatever u want.

no hookups!!! ... please only previous encounters. nothing in the present. because it just wldn’t make sense.

unless... eyes emoji. H DSJLFJKS just kidding! i’d accept MAYBE some kind of sexual tension but like ... the sort that hurts, because it just Cannot Happen (i will not let it happen). or maybe a fun, casual sexting thing but like. nothing physical. pleasthe.

fuck politics!... mayhaps, they hate mr. romanov and his politics or smth. he’s probably corrupt in some way, so! go at it!

aggression... i feel like a lot of the conversations between cain n other ppl start out rly ... angry bc theyre Mad. at them.

ok it’s bed time please plot with me. 

[blueroan-equestrian]

Things Change People Grow UP

Billy Hargrove the boy who is, let’s face it, is kinda a dick. But let’s help tame that beast huh? and right some wrongs like... spoiler alert

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  his death no longer happening. You and Billy are both graduated and living life...and it’s corny and I love it bad or not. love ur work writers cuz if u are it’s creator love yo self. Love you guys

Fluff

Longest I’ve written in a really long time… possibly the longest one I’ve written. May drag on a bit. 3532 words

 I wasn’t a fan of most in high school, but now I am in college and free from... most of my high school drama. I am back from college for the summer and I was determined to avoid those I had gone to school with.

Unfortunately, it was a summer from hell and there was only one public pool in town. And of course, the school bully had to work there.

Now Billy was never awful to me but to some of my male friends, he was a nightmare. So while it is true he never hurt me... he still scared me.

So when I went to the pool and saw him sitting in that guard chair I couldn’t stop the anxiety that crept over me. I decided I would ignore the feeling and simply enjoy the water. Soon I had completely forgotten he was even there as I lazily floated around in the pool. That is until I noticed he was out of his chair. Him being gone is not what set me on edge, him sitting on the edge of the pool with hungry eyes as he stared out seemingly at me. I sink back into the water trying to ignore the feeling I was getting, as there was no way Billy Hargrove would ever look at me that way and there was no way he would have grown up in the last year for either of us to be into the other... or so I thought.

I would come to the pool and the moment his eyes found me they began to follow me. I had laid out after swimming and ended up falling asleep on the lounger. I was woken up to someone gently nudging my shoulder. I groggily yawned as I slowly opened my eyes to see Billy leaning over me with an uncharacteristically kind smile on his face. “Hey, I’m sorry to have disturbed you but I noticed you were starting to burn so I thought I’d offer you some sunscreen.”

I look down immediately at my arms and indeed I was showing signs of overexposure to the sun. I groaned, “I fell asleep. I should get home.” I said as scrambling to gather my things and throw on my cover-up dress.

“I just got off work, I could drive you home... I know you walk and I wouldn’t mind giving you a lift.” He gave me another soft smile while helping me pack the thing that had spilled out of my bag.

Normally I wouldn’t accept rides from anyone whom I don’t know well, but something in his voice had me trusting him. He insisted on carrying my pool bag to his car and opening the car door for me. “Thanks for the lift, I appreciate it.” I bit my lip shyly.

“Don’t mention it Doll.” Billy smiled over to me as he started the car, “So how do I get there?” After giving him directions he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. “So... How’s college?” He asked.

“Oh... it was good... I passed all my classes, so can’t complain. What are you up to?” I asked.

“I have this summer job and during the school year, I got a job as a janitor at my step sisters school. I’m saving up to move out.” I could taste the sour notes at the end and it tugged at my curiosity.

“Billy...?” I questioned softly.

He stopped in front of my house, before hopping out of the car to open my door for me, “Yes, (y/n)”.

I lost my nerve, “Thank you for the ride... would you like to come in for some tea?”

“Oh, uh...yes that would be nice. Just let me grab my keys real quick.” he licks his lips and reaches into his car to turn off the car and pull out his keys. He followed me up and into my family house where I led him into the kitchen.

He plopped down on the stool in front of the island, while I pulled out some options for him to pick from while I started the pot.

“You drink a lot of tea huh?” He asked. Not in a malicious way but more of an observational way.

“Yeah, my mom is really into the stuff, says it keeps ya from gett’ en sick.” I chuckled turning on the stove.

“Is that so?” Billy mused as he read the labels on the boxes I had set in front of him. “So which is your favorite?”

“Green tea with honey, it has the most benefits to it.” I hummed leaning on the opposite side of the island as we waited for the pot to boil.

“Alright let's have some of that.” He chuckled trying to find the right box. I smiled and went to pull out two mugs for us and coated them in honey. (A/N I don’t like tea but during the winter when all the people are passing around the flu this stuff seems to keep me from getting sick so I drink it and whenever I start to feel sick so you know. ;-P)

I move to take the pot off the stove and poured the water into each cup and moved around the Island to sit next to him and placed his cup in front him and then snagged a tea bag from its box. I swirled the bag around in the water before letting it settle. Billy did the same and the two of us surprisingly really kicked it off. We laughed and joked around until my mom strolled in carrying some groceries. “Oh...” She gasped, “Who’s the half-naked boy in my kitchen. Please tell me he’s your boyfriend.”

“Mom!” I groaned with embracement completely mortified.

Billy, on the other hand, seemed amused, “Billy Hargrove, Ma’am and no not yet anyway. Let me help you with those. Are there any left in the car?”

Mom nodded and he trotted off to grab them leaving me with my overly smitten mother.

“Oh, he’s handsome.” My mom murmured as soon as he stepped out the door.

“MOM!” I groaned again as I helped unpack.

When Billy returned he also helped while brushing up against me here and there. We finished my mother asked him, “Billy you’ve been so helpful, I hope you will stay for dinner.”

“Mrs. L/N you are too kind really. But I have to head home. (y/n) hope to see you at the pool tomorrow?”

“Ok Billy, see you tomorrow.” I gave him a shy smile.

Billy stepped closer to me, so he could lean down and whisper into my ear, “Wear the swimsuit you wore the first day of summer, I like that one.”

He chuckled as left at how flustered I had become.

That night I put on my aloe so that my burn would heal. I got up early to go to work for a couple of hours to help open up my dad's store like I do whenever I’m home before I headed off to the pool.

I stood in the locker room adjusting my bathing suit finally deciding it was good enough and shoved my clothes into my bag. Walking out I scanned the pool, finding Billy was already in the chair. I smiled as his eyes found me and gave me one of his own smile in return. Today I remembered my sunscreen and floated in the pool carelessly till a big splash came my way.

Slightly startled I look around to find Billy swimming to me, “I’m on break, do you mind if I join you?”

“Not at all.” I giggled as he began to circle me.

“I really do love that little two-piece on you. It really does things to me.” He purred into my ear.

“This? But...” I huffed not seeing what a boy like him who dated supermodel, pretty cheerleader girls... Not girls with a little bit of body to them.

“Stop that. I see where you're going and I promise I think you’re pretty… no… beautiful.” He whispered nose brushing up against my own.

I could feel his breath fan my face just before he leaned in the rest of the way and kissed me. He reached a hand around and tangled his hand into my hair locking me into place. The kiss soon got needy but he pulled away with a smirk, “I think we should continue this after my shift ends... don’t you agree?”

I nodded in a daze, dizzy from the kiss. The boy was a good kisser.

He had me waiting till he clocked out at the end of his shift; he grabbed my bag from the lounge chair and waved me over. “You going to let me get dressed?” I questioned.

“No, but you can have your towel,” he smirked pulling out my towel which pulled my panties out as well. He tossed the towel to me so he could snatch up my panties and shoved them into his pocket.

“Hey?” I complained wrapping the towel around myself.

“What? That’s your towel, right?” he smiled innocently.

“Hargrove... If you’re going to keep my underwear at least tell me, you aren’t going to be weird about it.” I scoffed.

“Oh princess I can’t promise you anything. But let’s head to my car, I got plans for you.” Billy purred swiping his tongue over his teeth hungrily as he grinned down at me. He adjusted my bag onto his shoulder before leaning down and laying a quick kiss onto my neck. He straightened up and moved to leave only to turn to flash me his signature smile and then swaying his hips as he walked out.

My cheeks were a rosy red but I soon trotted off behind him. Again he opened the door for me and set my bag onto the car floor in front of me. He got into his side of the car before leaning in clearly looking for a kiss and I gave it to him with a giggle.

“Now… You ready baby girl?” He asked as he started the car. I responded with a giggle and he raced out of the lot.

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We drove to the theater in the next city over, which wasn’t exactly a short drive. We stopped at a gas station where he finally let me change. He had changed at the pool when I wasn’t paying attention. Once on the road, I asked, “So why couldn’t I get dressed at the pool?”

“Because I wanted more time with you and that bikini.” He winked.

“Billy Hargrove I should have known.” I flirted leaning in to pull him in for a quick kiss.

“Babe, five more minutes and we’ll have all the time we want for that but I’m driving.”

I hummed happily before asking my next question, “So what is this Billy? A date, hanging out with a friend… what?”

Parking he answered, “I sure hope it’s a date.” He reached over to pull my face for a breathtaking kiss before hopping out the car and rushing over to my side to open my door for me before I could do it myself. “I hope you like comedy because I picked out a comedy but if…”

“I like comedies.” I interrupted his nervous jabbering.

He gave me an appreciative smile as he took my hand in his to lead me into the movies. This was the first of many dates.

But summer came to an end and both of us were prepared to make phone calls and school breaks visits work.

I was packing up for school before Billy would pick me up and drive me to my new apartment when I got a soft knock on my bedroom door. I answered to a tearful Billy with a purple jaw and a broken nose. “Billy!” I gasped, hands reaching up to gingerly touch his face. He shuffled into my room, before shutting my door, scooping me up and snuggling into me as he laid us on my bed and he just balled. “Billy, baby, tell me what is going on?”

He snuggled his face deeper into my breast before he spoke. “I… I got into a fight with my dad… again…”

“Billy! You got to get out of there.” I gasped holding on to him tighter. “I’ll help you!”

“I can’t afford it on my own. I…” He trailed off.

“Billy you know I would have helped you with that if you told me. Paid for our dates so you could save, helped you look for a place…”

“We just started dating.” He sniffled cuddling more with my breast, now massaging my left in his callused hand. “I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t man enough for you.”

“Oh Billy… You are enough for me. Billy, why don’t you come to stay with me in my apartment. Lisa my roommate won’t mind because her boyfriend will be over all the time anyway. You call in give your notice to the school and move with me get a job in Muncie. You don’t need to go back there. We’ll replace your stuff, ok?” I hummed as I ran my hand through his hair over and over again trying to soothe him.

He gave my breast one last squeeze before just he just held me for a minute before mumbling into my breast, “You’re not supposed to take care of me… I’m supposed to take care of you.”

I lifted his chin up so he could see me, “It goes both ways, you give a little and you take a little. Let me take care of you when I can. Now, you nap, rest, while I finish packing. I’ll get some clothes from my brother for you. We’ll get you more later.” I kissed the top of his head and a few pets before leaving the bed to finish packing, only leaving to ask my brother for some of his clothes when he had fallen asleep. Once finished, I grabbed some ointment and applied it gently to his wounds.

“Mmm… what are you doing?” Billy moaned sleepily.

“Cleaning you up.” I hummed as I kissed his temple. I patted his head and smiled down at him.

“You ready?” He asked as he stretched out.

“I’ll load up, you stay and rest as long as you can.” Once I was loaded I convinced him to let me drive but he left some things he couldn’t part with at home so we agreed that I would retrieve the things for him plus some more clothes.

Neil didn’t even seem fazed by me coming in uninvited. I found a bag and found his notebook and mothers ring where he said I would find them before packing his favorite cologne, jean jacket, leather jacket, underwear, some jeans, a couple of shorts and a pair of sweat pants. My brother’s shirts would have to do because there was no more room. I was carrying the jackets as it was and the bag as I made my way back to the car putting it in the back.

Billy fell back to sleep as I drove to Muncie, Indiana. It was normally about an hour and a half drive but with the rain, it became two.

Once arriving at Silvertree apartments I woke him up. “Babe, we’re here. Let’s go up and sleep in the bed. How does that sound?” I cooed.

That seemed to annoy him a smidge but all he said was, “Don’t you want to unpack?”

“Tomorrow, right now all I want to do right now is to spend my time with you.” He smirked from his place against the window, sitting up to kiss me.

He hopped out and so did I. He followed me to my apartment and straight into my room (Me and my dad had brought up most my stuff and set up my room the first week of the month). I shut my door as he made his way to the standard size bed. As he went he stripped down to his underwear. He slipped under the covers without a word and I followed suit. I hopped into bed and snuggle into his side. He instinctively wrapped an arm around me before he looked at me thought for a second then said, “God doll, you are amazing… I think I just might marry you.”  We both drifted off to sleep.

 ch 2 https://blueroan-equestrian.tumblr.com/post/186920702597/things-change-people-grow-up-ch2

[dvlphine]

me watching pouring rain outside : delphine angy !

n e ways HEWWO 🥺 it is i , ellie , ur local cryptid , n here is my newest luvie delphine , or delphi , etc. ....... whatever u fancy !

OVERVIEW ♡

°✧｡× :  (  roh jisun  +  cis female  +  she/her  )  ───  oh, look, i’m pretty sure that’s DELPHINE SUH !  you know, the TWENTY-ONE year old harvest sprite ? they’re a WATER SPRITE, by the look of them. a bunch of them were helping to welcome new residents, and i’m pretty sure i heard that one say they might also work part - time as a LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER, but i could have heard wrong. well, regardless of that, i’m almost certain that they ARE NOT loyal to the harvest goddess, which explains why they’re so UNINHIBITED and RESILIENT, but can also be a bit MISCHIEVOUS and EGOCENTRIC. whether they want to revive the goddess or not, if you need them i’m pretty sure you can find them at ROSE PEAK most often ! murky water concealing what’s underneath, a pretty grin capable of striking fear into one’s soul, unrepeatable whispers floating through the quiet ! ✧  ( ellie , 20 , she/her , est )

STATS ♡

full name: delphine suh age: 21 birthday: may 20 star sign: taurus gender: cis female sexual orientation: bisexual hair color: brown to teal ombre height: 5′2″

HISTORY ♡

so ofc , delphine is born out of pure love and devotion , as all sprites are , but that love & devotion doesn’t last ..........

her mom’s a sun sprite & her dad a water sprite ....... despite taking after her dad element-wise, delphine takes after her mom in some other ways which i’ll expand on ! mfkdmsk

so during her younger years, delphine’s parents were always quarreling , whether it was about small things like the weather or big things like the harvest goddess ! when delphi was born , her mom was loyal to the goddess , but after a few years of being settled down in roselake and raising a family , she realized she wanted more .. she wanted to travel & live like a normal human did

ofc her dad was like ‘no!! our duty is 2 stay here’ but her dad was quite a timid character compared to her mom’s outspoken-ness n so when delphi’s 15 her mom leaves the island for the first time .......

she’s gone for just a little bit & she comes back & is visibly happier & delphine naively thinks that maybe things can work out this way , with her mom coming & going occasionally but everything remaining the same other than that

... it doesn’t . her mom comes back one day & says she’s leaving for good .. she’s gonna become a human & everything

once it’s all done delphine goes back to their cottage w/ her dad still processing ...... but the minute she’s done she explodes at her dad , asking him why he didn’t get her to stay .. she leaves , & 6 months later she hasn’t been back since

PERSONALITY + TIDBITS ♡

p new at being a lighthouse keeper ...... keeper-in-training if u will ....... she didn’t start spending all her time at rose peak until after her mom left so after a couple months of spending all her time sulking there she was like might as well do SOMETHING productive .. but i’m still gnna sulk . MFKSDM

luvs the aura the lighthouse gives off esp. when it rains/storms ( she’s like bleh the sun ....... MFKDSM ) .. loves jus traipsing around there n the shore like the mysterious emo she is

lil bit nocturnal bc of her job .. she’ll like invite people over during the night but try 2 scare them when they arrive 😔 doesn’t get much sleep n so i’d say u can find her during the day half the time .. the other half u’ll have 2 drag her out of bed n she’ll spend the rest of the day looking like a sleepy bby !

loves using ( abusing ? ) her powers but isn’t loyal to the harvest goddess ..... jus doesn’t think she’s All That u kno she Also blames her for her mom & is like ‘if everywhere else is doing just fine w/out the goddess ....... why do we need her .........’

so yea i wanted 2 make her .. fallen angel-esque but she hasn’t y’know received consequences for her actions just yet .. although her powers are def not where they used to be ( partly jus due to the goddess dying ) but don’t bring it up to her or she’ll drench u with water :/

it’s uhh kinda good that her powers r weak atm bc she’s a lil power-hungry :/ n control ? what’s that she asks ? she loves 2 lose it but at the same time she doesn’t want anyone else 2 hav control over her .. if she gives it 2 u for even a short bit consider urself v special ......

her empathy ..... deeply hidden but its There

still has a Lot of unresolved feelings revolving around her parents so sometimes she can jus be a lil ball of angst n anger bc of that .... she doesn’t wanna be like her mom bc she hates her ....... but maybe she does wanna be like her ? she’s jus confused , doesn’t know how to cope

thrives on chaos ........... she loves the distraction so will do whatever to create more , whether it’s manipulating the weather or jus creating rumors to tell about people ! MFKDSM

that bi who’s soft around any + all girls but likes 2 mess with/boss around men .. plot ideas ! MFKDSM

[nsfw] typically tops but open 2 switching if u ask ...... she’s a brat as a bottom though :/ MFKDSM

probs more but i’ll end it there for now 🥺

CONNECTIONS ♡

friends ! some people who have gotten past her mysterious creepy exterior ....... she’s actually v motherly/caring over the ppl she likes ..... maybe has a bff that knows everything abt her .. maybe a friend she’s like siblings w/ .. maybe a childhood friend that it’s awkward w/ now .. not Super cuddly but will play with hair or hold a hand .. 🥺 MFKDSM

fwbs ! i imagine she’d have at least a couple since she’s not rlly for the idea of settling down w/ sumone .......... like at all actually ......... MSDJKLJLS but the variety we cld have ... mayb there r feelings n jealousy ...... mayb they’re chill n actually wholesome friends ..... up 2 our muses !

exes ! a couple she had back in the day .... ended on good terms or bad terms !

enemies ! i could see this possibly going towards a loyal sprite who jus can’t believe what she’s doing .. or maybe she told a lie about someone to cause a ruckus & now they dislike her for valid reasons ! MKMSDKM also enemies w/ benefits ? hell o

+ more ! that will be thought up during plotting FMDKSM

feel free to message me on discord if u like or i’ll put up a plotting call ! but if neither of those are your fancy u can simply like this n ill im u ♡

[rxneism]

hi, hey, hello ! here am i clocking in many hours late thanks to having to pick up a double shift today ( sad reacts only ). i go by ari, 20+ and living in the est timezone, she/her pronouns. let me introduce you to the definition of a living nightmare, my lil babey rune. to sum it up, he’s literally always down for anything, a true adrenaline junkie to the core. he lives by his horoscope, would die for his car, and has probably flirted with your muse before 10000%. i’ll be organizing his pages tonight, but below the cut is a few points on his background and some possible connections ! i’m more of a brainstroming gal myself, so i’m all for that too ! tldr; give this a good ol’ like and i’ll slip on into your ims, yeehaaaaaaw

﹄ CHITTAPHON LEECHAIYAPORNKUL, CISMALE, HE/HIM, TWENTY THREE ﹃  a new car has been dispatched in search of RUNDET “RUNE” NOPPACHURN. he is known for being a RACER for the VIPERS, for about eight months now. he has proven to be bewitching and individualistic, but also insatiable and crude, please proceed with caution.

BACKGROUND:

-- rune was born in thailand, to an upbeat, frantic and endlessly loving mother and a father rune would have called his hero as a child. they had just enough to live without pressing worries, rune spent his first years of life running around and babbling and being the cutest little bundle of light ever. once his little sister was born when he was six, though, that’s when money got a little tight.

-- they had just enough to live without pressing worries, rune spent his first years of life running around and babbling and being the cutest little bundle of light ever. once his little sister was born when he was six, though, that’s when money got a little tight.

-- he began having to use his cute face and wit to con anybody he ran into, neighbors, tourists, family friends. if rune wasn’t coming home with pockets full of petty change, then he was never satisfied.

-- money was stretched so thin and he remembers his father leaving when he was sixteen, shattering whatever stability his family hoped to have.

-- his mom, a simple artist, had to break her back with so many waitressing gigs to provide for her two children and rune had to watch her cry herself to sleep night after night. it’s safe to say he’s grown to Loathe his father with every fiber in his being.

-- the desire to just understand why his father left grew and festered to pure animosity, he has this hunger to watch his father suffer slowly haha xD

-- with that, he left home as soon as he could and has been hopping from gang to gang ever since with hopes of tracking down his father for revenge, with driving being his number one skill. lil homie can skrrt like nobody’s business and steal ur heart while doin it. 

-- keeps in contact with his family but only through letters since he is Terrified of them ever getting hurt because of him. sends them $$$$ as much as he can manage, never wants them to struggle Again

ABOUT RUNE:

-- god...rune... he’s horrible. an absolute performative narcissist, carries himself like he’s a fucking royal yet is his number one critic at the end of the day. it’s just so much easier for him to lead as a bad bitch, in his opinion, insecurities should never be shown

-- HE LOVES being so close to death aka he gets into many fights he could never win, loves flirting with enemy, driving abnormally fast, robbing corner stores, pick pocketing, gambling his life away, etc. he’ll do it all. sad truth: he only ever feels anything if his adrenaline is through the Roof

-- he’s so foul mouthed, he curses like no tomorrow and speaks whatever is on his mind. you only live once, right??? might as well say whatever the fuck you want to say, that’s his life motto

-- rune only speaks sarcasm and his biggest turn on, romantically and friendship-ly, is witty banter #confirmed

-- he’s a big slut highkey fhcakjvfbfv loves flirting, loves sex and has no problem making that known. feelings are for Losers and rune is so over romance it hurts. he hates labels and genuinely is open to everything/everyoneee

-- he lives by his hososcope, if it says to not leave the house, u bet ur ass he is staying i n. will ask u for ur sign and judge u on the spot

-- he loves lingerie, makeup, piercings and everything pretty !!! hes a high maintenance babey, loves spoiling himself and looking Great. considers his style to be v androgynous, he wears whatever the hell he wants, whenever he wants

-- he !! loves !! pop !! music !! and all music but put on some carly rae and he is Set. has a thing for making mixtapes for the very few people he cares about in his life

-- has realized in the past few years that he enjoys sketching, while he isn’t the best by any means, he finds so much pleasure in expressing himself through the same form his mother does

-- don’t touch his car. don’t do it. rune is so obnoxiously petty and will personally terrorize ur muse forever. 

CONNECTIONS GALORE:

-- one of rune’s life goals is to be hooking up with every single sign at once. he’s an idiot, he’s never happy and he keeps hookin up to fill the ~ void ~, he’s all for fwb without the friends part, rune considers that a waste of time??? stupid????

-- with that being said, give him a fwb that is absolutely, somewhat friend first and foremost and rune Hates it. he makes every attempt to stay away from your muse, but they somehow always end up in the same bed, talking like pals

-- a best friend !! someone rune would drop fucking everything for, someone who knows him inside and out, your muse is the one person rune would sacrifice himself for. he can always be found either passed out in your bathroom or up 2 no good and ur muse is ready to help clean the mess

-- partners in crime...,, pls,,, fuck up some randos together, drive thru the city screaming lyrics and high off the night,,, your muse has rune’s respect And trust. an iconic duo

-- racer rivals oof. enemies who love to rile each other up before races, maybe vandalizing each other’s rides, taunting, a pure Rivalry that rune loves to hate

-- rune can’t fight for shit. he has great hand eye coordination but that’s when it ends. pls teach him how to not get fucked up in fights he picks

-- rune doesn’t get along w most people. your muse is most people. u guys fight and fight and Fight and swear there’s nothing more to it. ya’ll just hate each other, but why exactly?? who knows at this point

-- your muse is unfortunately rune’s neighbor. u hear his sexcapades thru the door and you always march over, give him a good yell. it never works. cue the cycle repeating over n over

-- rune saw your muse from across and rune and simply needed to sketch their face. ever since then, it’s been this gray area between you two, rune can’t stop wanting to draw every detail and now he kinda wants to know about your muse too?? wild

-- a past flame that got too close to the sun, rune began to feel So much and had to end it, probably in terrible terms. he doesn’t feel bad, not at all, but maybe if u squint there’s some regret

this is literally too long and it’s just me rambling if u got this far u have my heart and soul. okay lets start anarchy bye

[otomates-a]

🌺 (Abby/Sam? Your Haley/one of my SDV brood? My Candace or Calvin/one of your AP bois? Some RF crossover? Literally any SDV/HM/RF crossover???? THERE'S OPTIONS, OKAY) (not opposed to 🌹 either, listen)

LET ME KNOW YOUR SHIP IDEAS, I’LL RAMBLE ABOUT THEM.

↪ accepting / @voiceofmany.

🌺 — platonic ship & 🌹 — romantic ship inputs !

u gave me many options so u get many rambles, come @ me for anything that interests u i’m crying 😂

ABIGAIL & SAM

WOW i love sam & abby !!! everyone always talks about seb & abby’s friendship but henlo they’re SLEEPING on this combo?? conceptually they have such differing aesthetics and in some ways their personalities kind of clash. like even though they’re both silly, sam is way more outgoing and friendly and easy to talk to whereas abigail is a little bit of a shut in … hard to have a convo with at first … doesn’t have the highest confidence in the world … lowkey stage fright … etc. IT MAKES THEIR DYNAMIC SO INTERESTING bc they get along so well.

i can see sam being ??? so supportive of abby’s insecurities and def pushing her out of her comfort zone. & prob being a big part of the reason why she’s part of his band w/ seb despite usually wanting to sink into the background.

also abby ??? getting sam to like ??? slow down a little bit… enjoy quiet moments… take a break from the skateboard, take a seat, chill… watch the stars bro they’re breathtaking… then we can go beat up losers in video games u know KJNMH

romantically their aesthetic would literally be “shut up and dance with me” except sam is the one dragging abby onto the metaphorical dance floor while she freaks out bc what if she stomps on his toes or falls on her face or breaks her foot idk 😂

abigail voice “you saw me when i was invisible” cliche

FRIENDS 👏 TO 👏 LOVERS 👏 IS WHOLESOME

HALEY & ELLIOT???? HEAR ME OUT???

me, gently tapping a mic: why didn’t these two interact more tf. OKAY BUT LISTEN they’re actually so … wildly different BUT LIKE IN A GOOD WAY ??? elliot is literally chilling on the beach trying to get in touch with his creative spirit meanwhile haley (at first) is trapped in this town kicking at dirt bc she’d rather die than live there literally WHAT is the appeal. elliot is chasing his dreams and is very emotional and open with himself, whereas haley is too scared to HAVE substantial dreams and doesn’t know … wtf she’s doing… elliot is a good person and easily approachable… haley is……… NOT THE GREATEST HUMAN BEING EVER (at first glance) so like,

can u imagine the slowburn between these two. LIKE be it platonic oR romantic, bc either way it’d be a slowburn. haley doesn’t trust people and thinks they’re kinda beneath her in pelican town, whereas elliot is more of an open book who gets along with the other residents? he’d prob be perceptive enough to pick up rather early on that haley is kind of lost and actively just looking for reasons to hate where she is instead of trying to find smth to be happy about… which means her attitude would be likely go right over his head and he’d be able to put up with her, which means… very slowly… she’d start to warm up to him and the more he reached out to her, the more she’d start reaching back

HALEY READING ELLIOT’S WORK AFTER THEY GET CLOSER BUT REFUSING TO ADMIT IT I’M CRYING

elliot’s dedication to his writing ending up inspiring haley… to start actively finding her passion for photography… which she will admit. eventually.

elliot in general just helping haley become a better person. which in turn means she reaches out to more people, and they also help her grow into a better person.

CANDACE & CHASE?

ok i’ll be honest shy girl / jerk guy is a bias … esp since chase isn’t REALLY an actual jerk so much as he’s just a sarcastic deadpanned dead inside daydreamer i’m sobbing. with someone like candace, he’d actually have a bit soft spot like. he’s mean to girls like maya because they constantly tap dance on the last good nerve he has, but with how nice and Soft™ candace is, i can see chase literally being SCARED OF UPSETTING HER LIKE KJHNMKHJNM. there’s a line he won’t cross when it comes to being rude to people, and candace is on that line

platonic or romantic, after they start interacting, chase would likely go out of his way to make nice gestures towards her bc like ??? candace is??? an angel and deserves it lmao. he’d actually literally try to bring her flowers as gifts every now and again or make her and her grandmother lunch … etc …  avoids luna like the plague tho that girl is scary KJNHKJHNM

concept : chase speaking to her in whispers so she’s not the only one who’s talking like that until she gets used to speaking to him normally.

honestly this is just a very soft combo like. candace is someone chase would probably see as very delicate and comparative to a flower … like not in the sense that he’d mother hen her or think she can’t handle her own day to day life, but in the sense that he’s always gentle with her ?? chase isn’t the type to censor himself, necessarily, so it’s not like he’d never be honest or speak his mind or be … HIMSELF but unlike with other people he wouldn’t actively seek out annoying her and if he ever did heck up, he’d immediately back pedal and try to fix things as opposed to being like “lol idc perish”

candace making chase clothes. please. he is. a fashion disaster. help him.

BONUS ROUND: CROSSOVER IDEAS U COULD MULL OVER

sofia / vishnal. because she would. probably make him feel awful about himself until he figures out the truth about how she talks and then can you imagine the shedding of light on every interaction they’ve ever had. she would feel so guilty every time she looked at him and it’d take some coercing on his part to make her stop thinking he hates her i’m sobbing…

pia / carlos. not actually a crossover but. carlos, meet your greatest enemy … a literal fucking fish mermaid who has no goddamn idea what flirting is and won’t understand the concept of romance unless you literally fall so deeply in love with her that ur willing to sit her oblivious ass down and have a 6 hour conversation about #LOVE. his entire character goes over her head. which is hilarious. alternatively on this line of thought but with an actual crossover: pia / elliot or pia / calvin lmao she pairs well with a lot of muses.

selphy / penny. because their dynamics would probably go really well together, especially with penny having such a difficult history. selphy is so upbeat and positive even when she’s feeling down, she’d actively reach out to penny no matter the circumstances. she’ll talk to her for 983475983475 hours about books too it’s fine. come work in her library, penny.

gale / haley. i have no explanation for this beyond beauty and the beast aesthetic except the beast is a grumpy af wizard who just wants to be left alone to enjoy the wildlife and magic of the world and beauty is a seemingly shallow spoiled brat who probably thinks staring at flowers all day and chanting spells is the dumbest thing in the entire world but also Hm

I’LL LEAVE IT AT THAT TBH if you throw literally any pairing at me i CAN come up with ideas about either friendship or romance between them, this is my weakness & my specialty so 😂😂😂 GESTURES VAGUELY TAKE FROM THIS ALL AS YOU PLEASE.

[malvchis]

hello it’s violet Back with another late intro ! this is me from the future :-) i rewrote this intro like a little over three months ago and i’m too excited to play him to write it a third time so just like this post and i’ll come to you for plotting ! but until then here’s my angsty / lowkey softie / highkey garbage Son <3 for future reference i’d like to say this vine is also 1000% him okay thank u for ur time

a CHARLES MELTON lookalike just rolled into new york city in their PORSCHE 911 SPORT CLASSIC. MALACHI ROTHSCHILD just had a birthday bash for his TWENTY-THIRD  birthday. i doubt he’ll make it here in new york city since i hear he tends to be DOGMATIC, but on the other hand he is STOIC. ( cismale & he/him )  

「 *.:｡*𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓼. 」

FULL NAME: malachi saul rothschild. NICKNAME(S): mal, m, kai. AGE: twenty two. DATE OF BIRTH: july 15th, 1996. ASTROLOGY SIGN: cancer sun, aries moon, capricorn rising. GENDER: male. PRONOUNS: he / him / his. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: heterosexual. LANGUAGES SPOKEN: english, spanish, some greek. OCCUPATION: musician. BIOLOGICAL PARENTS: cassandra & wren rothschild. STEP PARENT(S): tba. SIBLINGS: lilia rothschild ( sixteen ). PET(S): none. CHILDREN: none. RELIGION: grew up in a catholic household, but agnostic. DRINK / DRUGS / SEX: yes / yes / yes. FACECLAIM: calum hood. EYE COLOR: brown. HAIR: brunette. HEIGHT: 6′2. RIGHT/LEFT HANDED: right. TATTOOS: i’ll come up with this later but he def has a spongebob tattoo on his ankle he got when he was drunk TRAITS: diligent, altruistic, reverent, dogmatic, taciturn, brooding. NOTABLE HABITS: smokes at least three cigarettes a day, zones out during most conversations, drums his fingers against any surface when he’s nervous. NECESSITIES: pack of marlboro cigarettes, airpods, vintage band tees. LIKES: sweatshirts, naps, driving, adrenaline, performing in front of huge crowds. DISLIKES: cantaloupe, sleeping alone, not meeting someone’s standards, materialism. DISORDER(S): generalized anxiety.

「 *.:｡*𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂. 」  

so my backstory is gonna be pretty similar since i haven’t changed that at all and it’s already pretty fleshed out heh

basically malachi’s parents are well-known by his father owning one of the top 10 law firms in the us and his mom is a child actress turned real housewife star ( think brandi glanville or kyle richards if u watch rhobh )

growing up with a younger sister, he was expected to be the golden child of the family and for a little while he was just that

he got good grades and did whatever his dad told him to do like growing up malachi looked up to his dad so much that was his idol

so taking over the law firm and all was fine because he wanted to be just like him u know

then one day at a friend’s house he played guitar hero and his life changed…. Forever :-)

i wish i was kidding but it literally did

he bought the game and would play it for HOURS straight but it wasn’t a real guitar so he went out a bought one and the rest is history <3

malachi was taught to always say the right thing and never truly learned how to express himself so he did it through writing and eventually the guitar and writing kinda tied in together

and of course his dad didn’t approve heh ! which was understandable at first because his grades started slipping in middle school and he kinda got lost in music

also he kinda stopped taking himself so serious and lowkey became the class clown charm is all apart of the rockstar lifestyle it makes sense fight me

so he was getting in trouble more frequently and his dad was getting sick of paying off whoever he needed to make it all go away u know

and i feel like malachi was given internships to go to every summer when he turned 15/16 and he never went to those :-)

it got to the point where his dad would like physically throw his guitar to smash it and he’d threaten to cut malachi off if he didn’t take his future seriously ( tw: drug mention ) and so malachi had to resort to selling his mom’s antidepressants at parties to pay for his equipment because his dad was cutting him off

and he’d try to reach out to his mom but she’s honestly off in her own world and she loves pretending everything’s fine sdjksk it’s a lil dark but it’s FINE

so i think for the sake of keeping the family intact he played along for a little and was basically his dad’s puppet for his junior/senior year of hs

but he dropped out last minute and moved to new york to start his music career all by himself fun :-)

he’s lived in new york for about 5 years now so keep that in mind ok omg i think that’s all

「 *.:｡*𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂. 」

before i start i’d just like to say his vc is joji but for purposes of him performing at coachella with his boys, his second vc is mac demarco !

i’m picky and idk which voice i like better for malachi so we’ll see :)

ok so in my first intro i said he’s a lowkey softie but i was wrong

he’s a HUGE softie 90% of the time it’s bad but my excuse is that he’s a cancer so he’s sensitive aubrey

he doesn’t really show it unless it’s through song writing though because he’s a cliche but that’s the best way for him to do it

he’s a very boombox over the shoulder kind of person 

definitely a mix of being rebellious and stubborn ! he doesn’t really know how to listen to anybody besides himself because listening to himself has gotten this far so u know

basically that gifset of kim k going “thanks for your lovely advice but i’m not gonna take it”

relationship-wise it takes him months of fully getting over someone but it also takes him .5 seconds to fall in love with someone new he’s gross

omg he’s also super protective of people he cares about that’s his redeeming quality for sure

he’ll fully punch out anybody that messes with his friends and he’s done it before

oh also he somehow always gets into bar fights ? like 90% of the time without fail it’s either his drunk ass picking on some guy 10 times bigger than him or the other way around so that’s his life honestly

he’s not /as/ reckless as he used to be but if anyone does something dumb he’s definitely there encouraging it

but he’s also the type to just stay home for 3 days straight playing video games or writing music or napping since he loves those

don’t get me wrong though if he’s in the mood to party he’ll go all out and do c*ke off of everyone

he’s a very all or nothing person like there’s no such thing as moderation with him and he doesn’t know her

also he’s kinda oblivious most of the time because he’s off in his own world

basically he’s dumb and he never listens to anyone ever thanks

okay so thank god i actually wrote out some wanted connections and honestly most of them are open now so let’s go to town and just mash a bunch of plots together skdjsk

any brotp plot like “the boys are back” hsm 3 kinda thing thanks

brotps apply to any gender though he needs friends akjskdk

family friends

cousins maybe idk?? anything familial is fine with me

childhood friends <3 <3

one-sided crush that’s probably on his side

first love / exes

literally any exes plot i have pretty good ideas for these that mostly ended badly because of him rip

i just have so many songs that i wanna dedicate to people for plots please

BUT we can do exes that ended good or bad because of your muse i’m not picky

good / bad influence

roommates omg if u have to live with mal good luck but it’ll be FUN someone volunteer

enemies or some kind of rivalry/competition thing

frenemies :-)

fwb but also enemies with benefits

crushes that never went anywhere

omg a summer fling hello please

just tell me what u want and i’ll come up with something hehe <3

[emilierivers]

【MUSE 71】━━ is that CHLOE LUKASIAK? no, that’s just EMILIE RIVERS, the 17 year old FEMALE who is a HIGH SCHOOL JUNIOR. some say they’re INSECURE AND NAIVE, but their family and friends will swear they’re KIND HEARTED AND FORGIVING. when i think of them, i think of STUFFED ANIMALS, HEARTS DOODLED ON NOTEBOOKS, DISNEY PRINCESSES, FAIRY TALES. i wonder if their family know that SHE is hiding that SHE WATCHED SOMEONE AT A PARTY OVERDOSE AND HAS HAD PANIC ATTACKS SINCE THEN. – ( BEE && MST && SHE/HER )

ok wow i had no idea i was gonna pick up another character so soon but im already in love w this rp so i had to bring my angel child emilie who by the way is literally the polar opposite from brinley

shes basically the embodiment of everything soft and pure and cute and innocent

shes 17 and has never said a swear word, never had alcohol, never done anything that the general public would consider ‘bad’

she has the worlds biggest heart okay

her entire purpose in life is to basically help people and if you let her start helping you she will not stop until youre like 111% happy w everything in ur life

shes hates seeing anyone sad???? seeing other people makes her sad and she doesnt really cope w being any emotion other than happy well

if shes practically any emotion other than happy, she just breaks down and starts sobbing and she kinda hates that she cries at everything

shes ridiculously insecure and thats a big reason she tries to make everyone else happy

emilie places her entire self worth into what other people think of her which is why she wants to be a nice person who makes people happy bc then people will think good things about her and then she doesnt feel like the worst person on the earth

shes very overly excited about a lot of things too???? she doesnt need a lot to be happy at all you could give her a pink piece of paper and just tell her that it reminded you of her and shes gonna cherish it forever and be happy for weeks on end

she doesnt truly believe that theres evil in the world like she purposely doesnt watch the news or try to pay attention to anything that would be evil

she just really believes that people are inherently good and cant wrap her head around the idea of people being anything other than good

shes super naive and that plays a big part into why she doesnt believe in evil shit

also shes so easily manipulated???? literally believes anything u tell her

but her naivety and innocent lil heart and how she believes everyone is good truly makes for such an awful combination of her being set up to get her whole world shattered around her

shes also dumb when it comes to forgiving people??? you could literally do the meanest thing ever to her and shes gonna forgive you because she doesnt believe in holding grudges

listen her thinking all people are good just really fucks her up

she truly loves anyone and everyone and definitely believes in love at first sight

shes gets crushes super fast??? like shes one of those girls where if someone holds the door open for her shes like wow thank u i want to marry you now

listen emilies happiest life moment ever was when she told someone her middle name was belle and they said ‘oh like the princess? thats so fitting for you’ she cried okay but also when doesnt she cry

she loves her family so much and even if her siblings are more wild than her she still loves them so much

and she doesnt even really have anything against her step siblings either she thought it was rad that she got a bunch of new siblings

DRUGS TW, DEATH TW

uhhh so listen,,, homegirls life kinda got sucky not that long ago????

emilie does not go to parties ok they scare her

she doesnt like the loud music and shes never had a sip of alcohol and she just does not fit the party scene at all

but somehow one of her friends talked her into going to a party over summer and her friend said she didnt wanna go alone and emilie being a literal angel was like well ok

so they went to the party and after roughly a hour someone starts screaming to call 911

emilie runs out to investigate whats going on and basically someone had overdosed on whatever drug was big that night and was dying pretty much

but like,,,, the whole thing was really not Great and it was messy and even people who were party people were getting freaked out and then you have emilie who has never seen something like this and shes full on freaking out and doesnt know what to do

her friend saw that she was panicking and they left and went back to emilies house and her friend stayed with her because emilie was crying and shaking and she was so scared

and ever since that night shes had really bad panic attacks and nightmares and theyre so scary to her and she doesnt know how to make them stop and its kinda really fucking her up

and wow that was messy af and i know im leaving out a lot of her growing up shit i tried okay intros are hard ,,, but basically what u need to know is that emilie is an angel child and i love her but anways !!! i have a few connection ideas but like i said w brinley, give me drama and ill love u forever !!!!!

people she tries to help????

people shes a good influence on ????

someone who’s a bad influence on her????

uhhhh maybe some of fifty thousand crushes ?????

my brain is fried and i cant think of anything else but just give me drama or not give me some happy shit too just plot w my baby ok !!!!

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ok so assuming somehow circumstances permitted, consider a scenario where the awakening trio finally opens up about their past. how do you think the royals react? does it change the dynamics between them @ all? i feel like it would @ least make the trio feel closer to them, like more comfortable going to them if they wanted to talk about any past-related issues (trauma, nightmares, etc.) Also i cant help thinking of odin just dramatically being like "well the enemy was approaching so I (1/2)

decided to cut the bridge and stay behind”/Niles and Leo: yOU WHAT/Laslow: no its ok I decided to stay behind with him I would never leave a friend to die alone/xandar: D: im sorry you wHAT? ALSO I think about that line from ur fic where odin is like “that was our second dragon” bc one of the trio def says that and everyone just :O idk I just feel like the sheer amount of horrible things that happened to the trio would be shocking even for the nohrian royals bc it IS a lot (2/2)

Anon, u and i are always on the same wavelength, so I’m warning u to buckle up now, because this is gonna be a long one.

I’m going to preface this by saying I don’t know how Owain and Inigo could have had that bridge experience if the Trio in FE14 is supposed to be the same as the kids you recruit in the main FE13 storyline. The bridge experience is specifically used for the FE13 DLC in an alternate reality where those kids never go back in time (i.e. those are a different timeline’s children). The Owain and Inigo we know in the main FE13 never had that experience, as if you do deploy them in that DLC, they will comment that this did happen in their world but things were never that bad and they never had to cut the bridge. The Trio in FE14 is pretty heavily implied to be from the main storyline.

And yet???? Odin still is afraid of bridges because of that event???? I think I asked that once and somebody said it could just be the trauma of watching his alternate self nearly die that’s affecting him because he realized how badly things could have gone. And that’s possible and probably the truth. But I don’t know for sure and I never will and I think about this a lot. (Selena and Laslow reference Harvest Scramble and Hot Spring DLC, so they’ve gotta be the main timeline kids who fought with Chrom)

For the sake of this answer, I’m going to pretend the Trio in FE14 is the same as FE13 but they did have that bridge experience first-hand. It’s not canon, I think, but it just makes everything easier to think about (for me).

Moving on, I think the only time the Trio would admit they were from another world would be after Anankos was defeated because it wouldn’t have to be so secret anymore (even though it’s also like?? technically illegal from an inter-dimensional standpoint, lmao). Straight up, after Anankos is defeated, I think the exhaustion and happiness would get to them, and I just think it’d be really funny for Selena, who was the strictest about keeping their status a secret, to be the one to let the truth slip. 

(I’m probably??? Gonna end up putting a lot of tiny snippets of things in here to expand on them more and here’s a super short, rushed one now:)

The dust settled. Corrin stood at the far end of the hall, chest heaving. The minion Selena had been battling had disappeared right as she swung. Now the rest of the army was picking themselves off the ground. 

Selena pressed the tip of her sword into the cracked floor and leaned on it. Gods, she was tired. But Anankos was gone. She could feel it in the air. She knew what defeating a dragon was like. The crackle, the energy, the shadow hanging on all their shoulders— it was gone. Anankos was gone. 

“Hell yeah,” she muttered to herself. There was dirt in her mouth, ew. “Killed another dragon. Did you see that, mom?”

There was no response from her mother, of course. She was dead and gone, and even when she wasn’t, she was still worlds away. 

Selena did get a response from someone else though. 

Something shift to her left. The sound of an ax hitting the ground. Selena turned. 

“What,” Camilla said flatly. 

And then Selena tries to cover up her tracks and only makes it worse and in the end, it doesn’t matter anymore, so the truth comes out. Laslow and Odin never let her live it down. 

I feel like the Nohrian royals (besides Elise) always kinda knew? On some level? That the Trio was Different. Because they’re not exactly subtle. (Not that their minds jumped to “inter-dimensional travel”, of course.)

Odin says stuff like “sometime in the past… or, strictly speaking, some time in the future…” and “Risen… uh, animals from my home.” Laslow, to Xander’s face, says, “Good luck finding me with a fake name and appearance.” He says that!!! I In their Supports!! To Xander’s Face!!!

(Xander: “wHAT”)

Like??? They’re not… good… about lying. They’re not absolutely terrible? But their cover-ups mostly seem to be changing the subject or going, “Uh, please ignore that.” These idiots. I love them. 

Selena is probably the best about it? In her Support with Corrin, when asked if she’s from Hoshido, she says, “When did I say I was from Hoshido […] I never said I was from Nohr either” (or at least something like that.) She’ll admit she’s not from either kingdom but she doesn’t say anything other than that. So she’s dropped the least amount of hints, probably. (There are probably more examples for all three of them but I can’t think of Supports besides the Nohrian’s rn.)

But they arrived together and fight together and they talk like they’ve known each other for years sometimes, and if Laslow and Odin have something going on, she absolutely does as well, so. Come on. 

The thing is the Nohrian Royals have to Suspect. They have to know the Trio is super hiding their past. They’re together all the time, and while Camilla/Leo/Xander may sometimes talk about their past, it has to get obvious over the years that the Trio doesn’t. At all. Niles actively tries to find shit out and can’t find anything, for goodness sake. 

But the Royals are pretty respectful about it? They don’t hound the Trio about their past and seem to love and trust them as they are anyway? But that is something they have to ignore, and when the Trio says something that blatantly can’t be ignored like “Risen” or “I have a fake name and face” they have to ask. Both out of curiosity and obligation because they are technically the lawmakers of the land and they can’t ignore everything. Just be semi-decent at pretending and Leo/Xander/Camilla will too.

Reactions/Changing Dynamics

Even if Selena spills the beans immediately after Anankos’ death, I don’t think they sit down and say everything right then and there. Everyone is tired. Things need to be done. I guarantee after Laslow and Odin hear Selena accidentally said some of the truth, they look at each other and go, “Yeah, I guess it’s fine now” and then they don’t say anything more until they get back into the Deeprealm that night. 

(Camilla+Leo+Xander is gonna get called the Royal Trio now because their names are too long.) The Royal Trio still trusts the Awakening Trio, obviously, but they have questions. And Anankos is defeated. Does that mean the war is over? Technically yes, technically no. Nothing is official yet. Lots of explaining to do. But the Awakening Trio has now obviously let loose this secret they were trying to keep secret and the danger is technically over and they always talked about leaving after the war is over, so—

So technically the Royals get a bit nervous. They hang around the A. Trio or request them to stay in their line of sight all afternoon, even when there’s other stuff to be doing, even when it’s easier to split up and clean up and take stock of things, and eventually the A. Trio does call them out on it (individually). They do their chores and after-battle prep and take care of the injured and the Royals listen to messengers and make plans on what to do now, what kind of treaties to make, and then when the evening comes, the A. Trio comes back just like they promised they would, looking antsy and tired and a little nervous and they all sit down in Corrin’s private quarters bc this is Top Secret stuff and Corrin has to listen anyway and then the A. Trio talks. 

They don’t go too in-depth about Grima. Not yet. 

But they talk about the Hidden Truths DLC and how human Anankos asked for their help. They talk about why they were disguised and why they couldn’t say anything about it and how they nearly went to Hoshido, only to find out they had to go to Nohr instead at the last moment and they only knew they were looking for a stolen child. 

(The fact they nearly went to Hoshido instead of Nohr makes Xander frown and Leo scowl and Camilla cling to Selena bit more, even though Hoshido and Nohr are still kinda newly friends now.)

“So do you look like this permanently now?” Leo asked, curious. “You said the human Anankos changed your appearance. Will that ever wear off?”

Selena, Laslow, and Odin all shared a look. Eventually Odin shrugged. 

“I’m not sure,” he said. “It hasn’t shown signs of waning yet. Dragon magic is quite strong. Even if we returned to our home world, who knows if our parents would even recognize us at first.”

The last part was a joke. Selena smacked him on the shoulder, and Odin winced. 

“Don’t say that,” she scolded. 

Odin glanced over to Laslow, looking sheepish. “Sorry.”

Laslow didn’t seem to notice.

“I suppose I have grown used to how I look,” Laslow mused. He absently touched his hair. “Though I look less like my mother than I once did…” He noticed Xander watching and flashed a smile. “Not that I mind very much anymore, milord. It’s all in the past now.”

Camilla brushed her fingertips against the end of Selena’s hair. “I’m afraid I can’t quite picture you as a blonde,” she said.

They don’t talk about Grima or their childhood or anything too personal at that meeting. It’s not relevant to the safety of anyone, after all. But later, when they’re alone and not so forced to talk, they might. 

“She died early on, I guess,” Selena said, not looking at Camilla at all. Her face was turned towards the window, but she didn’t seem to notice anything outside. “When the war started really picking up. She’d be gone for weeks and weeks. She was the absolute best.”

Camilla could see it now. Selena, tiny, waiting by the door for her hero mother to come home, day in and day out. A hopeful thing that eventually grew resentful.

Or maybe it wasn’t like that at all. Maybe Selena got tired of waiting early on. Maybe she dragged her father around the house and stomped around the yard and pretended not to care when a Pegasus Knight failed to appear from over the hill. 

“And then she didn’t come home,” Camilla guessed.

“And then she didn’t come home,” Selena echoed. “And I became the second-hand soldier in her place.”

Camilla pursed her lips. She wanted to scold Selena for talking about herself like that. But the mood was heavy and it was Camilla’s line of questioning that had brought them here in the first place, so she kept her opinions to herself. For now.

“She’d be proud of you,” Camilla said. 

Selena looked at her, face hard. “You’re not my mother.”

“No, I’m not,” Camilla agreed. She’d never had a mother who would be proud of her, and she didn’t want to be Selena’s. “But I love you dearly anyway.”

Selena’s face softened. The far away look left her eyes.

I think the Royals and Retainers respect each other a lot already and after several years of war they’re pretty appreciative of one another, but also there’s a new understanding that comes with “Oh, this was your life before we met.” There’s also a tiny bit of fear too, probably; the A. Trio has told them several times, “Hey, don’t be surprised if we leave when the war is over.” But it’s one thing to know it and another to Know it and suddenly it’s not just a nebulous leaving but “oh, there’s a whole other world and family and friends waiting for you somewhere else” too. And how they’d probably never see one another again if they left. 

“That first year was the worst,” Laslow said. “I talked about this with Odin once, and he agreed. We had never killed people before. It had never crossed our minds that we would have to.”

Xander nodded, digesting this. He couldn’t imagine a world where he’d never have to kill another human being for the safety of those he cared about. But, he supposed, if nearly all the humans were dead anyway, that wouldn’t be as much of a concern.

Laslow caught himself. He straightened and visibly brightened. Laslow wore false cheer like an ill-fitting skin.

“But enough about depressing topics,” he said. “Have you been to the tavern recently, my lord? Yesterday I saw the most beautiful—“

“Laslow,” Xander said sternly.

Laslow shut his mouth.

Xander thought carefully about what he wanted to say. 

“Laslow,” Xander said again. “You do not have to pretend anymore. I know this much already. You’ve lived through three wars now, beginning from your birth. You do not have to hide the pain that causes you.” He placed a hand on Laslow’s shoulder, and Laslow looked up at him, eyes wide. “I am here if you ever wish to speak about what’s on your mind.”

There was a pause.

“It’s not a pretty story,” Laslow said quietly. 

“Tell me anyway,” said Xander.

Laslow did. 

And yes, eventually they even talk about the bridge incident. It probably goes a thousand different ways, but in this world it goes like—

(hey, some vague suicidal talk tw in this scene, so feel free to skip)

“Why would you do that?” Leo asked, equal parts surprised and angry, and unable to keep the emotion out of his voice. “Cutting the bridge down, dooming yourself—

“This was before I met you,” Odin reminded him gently, sounding much too serious and not at all himself. “It was. Different, then.”

“Not so different that you couldn’t think of another way to solve the situation than cutting down the bridge,” Leo said, voice terse. Why was he so upset? Over something that had happened—or rather, hadn’t even happened—years ago. Leo’s heart skipped as though he were afraid. He’d told Odin and Niles to be careful with their lives a thousand times before. “So willing to martyr yourself. Like you didn’t even want to—”

“My lord,” Niles cut in.

Leo’s mouth shut with a click. He had figured it out just as Niles had, though not soon enough.

“I thought I would do something good and my friends would be safe, and then I would be done,” Odin said, looking at the floor. “I thought I wouldn’t have to deal with it anymore. And everyone else would be fine.”

That and a hundred other reasons, Leo guessed, but in the end they all seemed to come back to that one. To wanting to be finished with a dreadful world, even if doing so meant… disappearing.

Odin had been… what then? Fifteen?

“I am sorry,” Leo said, much more quietly, and he meant it. For a lot of things.

He was so grateful to have met Odin now. That they had both made it this far, across worlds of doubt. The thought blew Leo’s mind on some level, but he focused on the here and now.

Niles breathed in through his nose.

“I get it,” he said, looking right past Leo and to Odin. 

Odin looked at him as if he were wondering if Niles really did get it. 

Leo didn’t. Not really. He’d never been in a position or lived a life like that before. He wanted to try, though.

(Azura was nearly in the above scene but I cut her just for time’s sake. Let it be known she does think about Odin’s response when she asked if he was afraid of heights though.)

So they probably do Talk About Things and it’s Rough. But it’s good too, and the A. Trio is more open and comfortable with each other in public and also they connect with the Royal Trio (plus retainers) more personally now too that they can discuss things like this as well. Like. It’s not easy? They do have nightmares and trauma and there are some things the Nohrians can’t understand on the same level Selena/Laslow/Odin can understand with each other but they do try hard to be there and available to talk. And in a way, like Laslow says, it does feel like a different lifetime some days. 

Okay, so I feel like I’ve talked for 8,000 years and I don’t want to make you wait on a response, but I also feel like I’ve only been super general here, so. If there is anything you wanna expand on or focus on/question a bit more, definitely feel free to follow up! I have an exam tomorrow but this is probably all I’m gonna think about all day, tbh. (anon, u ask the Best questions)

[ofsvnflowcrs]

me: isn’t finished with replies. also me: takes a new character. ren aka ur problematic fav. anYWaaay !!! here’s my new baby, his name is dakota and before i go 2 bed im gonna tell u some stuff abt him.

( daniel sharman, 28, cismale, homosexual ). ━☆ have you seen that DAKOTA BEAKE is back in town and working as a PHOTOGRAPHER & BLOGGER now? he left because of COLLEGE & DISCOVERING HIMSELF and has been gone for SIX & A HALF YEARS and HAS seemed to changed now that they’re back. you’ll find that, at times, they can be TIMOROUS & MELODRAMATIC but it balances with them being SOFTHEARTED & ARTISTIC which might be why FLAWS by BASTILLE always reminds me of them.

to start kota has a super soft aesthetic: big sweaters, glasses, always smiling

fidgets a lot ??? always touching his face and his hair and tapping his fingers

BACKGROUND.

kotas family is originally from england ( hes got an accent, ur welcome ) but his parents moved to the us when he was itty bitty 

hes got a really close relationship with his family

he’s always been like The Supportive friend and didn’t really focus on himself a whole bunch growing up

rly focused on others & their feelings and never really stopped to think how he felt

one of the biggest points of his past is when he started dating hazel & really, really loved her and thought it was love, love. he cared so much about her well being and making sure she was okay through he addiction. 

eventually, though, kota made a move for himself. he knew that hazel needed to get her act together & needed to do it on her own, so he applied for college out of state & got accepted. 

he didn’t expect to get accepted, but he did and decided to leave.

college was the BEST time for kota. he really started to be himself &  learn who he is.

that said, he met a guy & really fell for him ( lowkey but i want this to b a guy from hartley who he doesn’t realize is from hartley !!! which is why i left the place his college was open & they don’t have to have been a student ) and this guy really helped him like realize that hes gay & even though the guy ended up not wanting anything serious, it still really helped him grow. 

after college, he came back home ( & therefore has been back for about a year & a half now ) and is kinda having a hard time being like ‘hello i left, i’m gay, nice 2 see u guys again’ because he doesn’t want that to be a big deal

so basically just wants 2 kiss cute boys & let people notice on their own

i should also mention that him & hazel have a child together, but she had the child while he was gone & he has legit 0 idea & she was put up for adoption so thats fun

PERSONALITY.

soft.

really, really emotional but hides it well ( aka he cries a lot but privately )

super caring & genuine

can be really clingy 

super clingy

its cute but only sometimes

can be really dramatic about literally everything

pls don’t embarrass him he might cry????

i don’t know what else but i’ll think of stuff

CONNECTIONS

this connection is on the main but!!! if ur char fits, i want an exish type for him that fits the boy listed above. 

any flings/hookups/etc. that happened in the last yr and a half.

friends!!! either old or new pls give me

he’s a photographer or muses of any sort??? will take pictures 4 pizza

polar opposite,,, i’m begging u ,,,,

or just like someone much more ‘fun’ then him to kinda like yank him out of his shell

aka he doesn’t curse or drink someone corrupt this child

maybe some enemies?? his personality is soft & could clash w/ anyone rough

THATS ALL FOR NOW FOLKS pls msg 4 plotting ♥

[daccys-blog]

hello angels ! wink wink. i'm kit, i'm nineteen and i ( never fcuking learned how to read ) use them/they pronouns. to keep it short, i can be really shit at ims or blast u w/ mssgs .... there is no in between and i'm srry ! also, i have discord so if anyone wants to plot or chat on there .... BTSLetMeKnow.mp3 ..... anyway, i've been highkey in love with harry styles for like six years and i'm also very into anime and even more into kpop ! talk 2 me abt bts ? pls. 

to learn all about the muse i'll be playing ( i won't promise this intro is any good .... but when have i ever been good @ intros fhsidguh ), pls continue under the cut ! 

Is that [ HARRY STYLES ]? Nope, that’s [ DACEY WARD ], the [ TWENTY-THREE ] year old human who is [ A PART OF ] the resistance. [ HE ] works as a [ REVEREND ]. People say that [ HE ] is pretty [ + MAGNANIMOUS ] but can be [ - BROODING ]. ( kit / them/they / mdt )

so ! joining this rp is a pretty Big Deal for me bc i get to play ward in a universe where he makes absolute sense. also for the first time. thank u. although the plot has made things challenging in regards to his beliefs, it's honestly so fresh and he can brood Even More ? thank u. anyway .... i'm kinda just jumping into this without a specific format in mind .... just hope i find it along the way ! n hope i don't make it all confusing fhiusdhfg whatever happens after ur finished reading this .... my ims r open and i am up 4 explaining anything necessary to make a plot/connection w/ our charas. 

HIS PAST ///

ward was born on feb 1st, 1994 ( yes this is harry's exact birthday fsdghuih thEY'RE BOTH AQUARIUS ?? MIGHT AS WELL ) 

two hours after his birth, he was handed to an endless system of foster care , being removed from foster home to foster home and waiting to be processed into a new , unknown family . as his age increased , his chances of adoption decreased , and by the age of twelve he convinced himself into forgetting about the idea of having parents , and siblings , and a house where he didn't feel like a stranger .

coincidentally , the year after that he was placed into a long-term home , with a family of three other foster kids and a couple in their forties who had children that had already married and moved away - they needed the money , but that didn't mean they treated ward and the other children like emotionally neglected pets . 

these foster parents taught him the word of the lord . ward had grown up around so many people , each with different opinions and views towards angels , that he hadn't formed an opinion of his own . he just felt pain from the suffering of others , and that was enough to breed hesitance when agreeing to the way angels were captured and held against their will . in one occasion , when he was twelve and hadn't been moved to his long-term home , he shared his views about disliking the way angels were treated ( because in the words of a twelve year old: "it's not their fault they were born that way" ) , and his foster dad at that time ( who had been sharing his own opinions regarding angels which entirely contradicted ward's feelings ) beat him with a broom stick to ' knock some sense into him ' . this is what resulted in ward being moved out of that home . 

he quickly learned that his new foster parents would never do something like that , though . a huge part of him was relieved to learn that they were part of the resistance although he didn't know what it was at that time . 

he didn't share their beliefs right away , though ... it was one thing to be glad about not being beat with a broom because he disliked the way angels were treated , and another thing to accept god into his life . so he didn't , for years . 

as far as he was aware , god was gone . this is what they taught in history classes . he knew that there were groups of people which still believed that god would come back , but there was never much room for thought about them . 

instead , he became an unruly teenager with massive abandonment issues . in his own quiet way he would be defiant of authority and his foster parents , thinking he owed nothing to the world because nothing owned him . nothing really owned him . not like a parent would . nothing like a real parent . 

in his rebellious years , ward experienced a taste of utterly wild youth , until the cancer was detected . he didn't tell anyone about the pain because a part of him wanted it to be a sickness . a part of him wanted to die . a part of him wanted to see what else there was , or wasn't . a part of him always felt like it was living in darkness , anyway . 

he was rushed to the hospital after collapsing down the flight of stairs in his house , effectively fracturing a wrist along the way . after hours of waiting for test results , the news was broken that he had bone cancer in his lower right leg -- right below his kneecap . in the end ward didn't know what to do with the information . he was both terrified and trying to convince himself that it's what he wanted . he was eighteen , about to turn nineteen . 

his foster parents offered the support they could . it wasn't their obligation to pay for ward's hospital bills , or to make sure he was receiving the right treatment , or to make sure he was fine at all , but they took a bit of the burden upon themselves and tried their best to give him mental and emotional support by using the lord's word . 

it was determined that he'd receive almost immediate surgery to remove the cancer before it spread any further -- and through this process ward thought he reached the lowest low with his mental health , but he hadn't been told the surgery had failed yet . that came months after . 

the pain subsided for a while , just for a few months , and then it grew unexpectedly . on his next long stay at the hospital , he was scheduled for an amputation . this was both a period of a total darkness and the appearance of a blazing light . it was when he lost a part of his body but gained a powerful part of his soul when he opened his heart to god . 

after his surgery , ward began recovery and got fitted with an artificial leg . it felt like a beginning , more than anything . in a way he felt like accepting god into his life was almost like being reborn , and he had to learn to walk again . 

when he left the hospital , his entire focus went to studying the word of the lord . his faith grew everyday , praying to god and having the hope that he was listening , praying for his return -- learning what true desire meant . 

his plans to fuck pursuing an education were replaced by the drive to get into a college and major in bible studies . he had the support from his denominational committee to become a reverend for the church he had been occasionally attending during his long term stay at his foster home to indulge his foster parents , but more recently visited several times a week to pray and attend sermons . 

the church was about to close its doors due to the pastor falling ill and unable to tend to it -- there weren't many believers who could fill up the spot , and the church did close for three years while ward studied and did all of the requirements , until a new pastor had it reopened at the nick of time for ward , who right after started working there as a reverend under the guidance of his new pastor . 

nowadays you can find him in the church , giving studies on the different teachings of the bible and occasionally given the opportunity to deliver sunday sermons . 

HIS BELIEFS //

i wanted to include a section for his beliefs since they are a massive part of his life !!

ward has faith that god did not forsake the angels , or humans , and that he will come back . he prays everyday for his return , having the faith that he is listening .

he tries not to question god for the things that have happened , but sometimes he gets a desperate feeling in his chest that has him crying out ' why ? ' . the angels .... rlly haunt him .  he prays a ton for them , but he also can't help but wonder why they fell ... why god left . why would he allow the angels to suffer as much as they have ? as much as they are suffering 

it ... really fucks him up so bad . he often has breakdowns about it . there are two opposite sides playing tug of war inside of him -- one of them is the one that's winning most of the time , the one that doesn't dare question god , and the other side is one who only has small victories but tugs with the force of tidal waves that literally leave him shaking -- the secret side that contemplates whether god is good . 

it burns him a li ve haha a 

although that secret side of him exists , it's something he also prays about . he doesn't want to question god , or have his faith waver , but goddamn ... it's tough when he sees all of the shit the angels are put through ... it really hurts his heart so much . 

that being said , he is not hostile at all toward angels . or thinks he is above them in any way form or shape . he actually worships angels , and hopes for their safety above all else . that is why he is a part of the resistance and would not hesitate to help an angel , in whatever form . he believes they are god's perfect creations that have been tainted by human sins . 

regarding other aspects of his life, though: ward repents for allowing god into his life only until he needed it and not when he was at his doorstep . he repents for all of the sins he's committed in the past and for the sins he continues to commit . he no longer drinks , smokes , or parties . he also doesn't get tattoos anymore unless they're connected to god or religion , and even then , he has only gotten a small tattoos of crosses on his chest and another cross on his right hand . 

HIS PERSONALITY/SMALL FACTS ///

although ward is welcoming of other people and relationships , especially in a church setting ... he can also be hesitant . he will give advice and try to guide anyone who seeks his help with the word of god , and he will listen to people's troubles and be with them in times of need ... but he doesn't do this himself . he keeps it all pent inside and really only speaks to god about what's going on inside of him . 

he has a very long past of abandonment and trust issues that it's almost like an instinct to close himself away but he's trying to heal those parts of himself . just needs some time and all the faith he can have !

with that being said , if you meet him outside of the church , he can come off as very withdrawn , especially in a mundane setting . he tends to be soft spoken and serious , though he's also got some wild in him that loves to laugh and have a good time . you just kinda have to figure out how to get to it . 

it's not really easy getting to know him . he's very private about his personal life and it's very rare when he opens up about something personal , unless he's talking to his pastor .

he doesn't really talk about his experience with cancer either . it was a really tough time in his life that he hasn't healed from and part of him probably never will . the only times when he openly talks about it is when he's retelling his experience of how he let god into his life .

also ! he uses a wooden cane . at first he needed it during his recovery , because it made standing up so much easier and he didn't have to lean on people or tables or chairs . then, he decided to keep the cane with him at all times after one occasion in which he supported himself on a glass table as he stood up and the glass broke and fell on his foot ........ but thank god it fell on his prosthetic foot because that would've hurt like a bitch .

so now his cane is like .... an extension of himself . kind of like how people can't leave their house without their phones , except more important to him . 

he also never mentions it unless someone asks why he uses it . he'll just say he has some leg problems , and if they continue to ask , he'll wonder why they're being nosy and reluctantly say he's got a prosthetic leg . talking to people about it or easily saying he has a prosthetic leg just doesn't come to him . 

going into a new topic, ward doesn't really have a sexual preference , and he doesn't have many sexual tendencies . or romantic ones . he's very unconcerned about a love life in general right now . the closest he gets to experiencing romantic love is when he's performing a wedding ceremony . he has dated in the past though , especially during his teenage years , but he hasn't been in a relationship for a few years now . 

he doesn't tend to go by dacey . there's no real reason why ... he was just called ward as a child by teachers and some foster parents so it stuck around . he introduces himself as ward but doesn't really mind being called dacey ... just throws him off a bit at first , he's not used to it . 

so ! i think i'm gonna leave it off there !! this entire post was pure word vomit fhiusdhf but if you have any plots/connections in mind don't hesitate to hmu , i'll be very excited about them . i'm sorry for the massive mess this was fhdsui but i'm rlly excited to get rolling !! see u on the dash/ims my friens

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Black Hole Meets Shooting Star (Chapter 3)

A/N: i’ve kind of been putting off my homework to write this fic lol but I'm just so excited for it! i have some exciting plans, but am trying to get the beginning established so that action to come later will be more justified and kind of make sense. this chapter isn’t super action-packed, but it’s good at establishing scenery and idk i just kinda like it. 

not to tell you how to live your life, but you should probably read chapter 2 first

also: you can read the whole story on wattpad here :)

summary: Dan is so sick of everybody treating Phil Lester like some untouchable prince at school. Phil wears the same flower crowns and pastels Dan was heavily bullied for, but gets no grief. Dan would give anything to have Phil’s life, something that, in his eyes, is just perfect. Phil, the distant daydreamer, walks around, paying little attention to anybody but himself. He’s the person that Dan just loves to hate. That is, until Phil finds him after getting beaten up and takes him back to his place to get him cleaned up. Maybe Dan learns that there’s more to this Phil Lester kid than what meets the eye, and maybe all the distant boy’s daydreaming is just a distraction from the horrors of every day life.

genre: angst, fluff

warning: dan is n-o-s-y like omg dan can u chill out for 0.5 seconds pls, mentions of earlier vomit?? for like one line ur gonna probably be fine lol

word count: 1,814

Chapter 3:

The door to the kitchen swung open with ease. As I walked in, I immediately noticed how incredibly clean it was. It totally put my kitchen to shame. There wasn’t a dish in sight, all of them stashed away in the dark cupboards above the granite counter. The only thing sitting on the counter was a box of envelopes, neatly filed away. The kitchen looked like it was straight out of a home renovation magazine. There was a silver fridge with a long note pinned onto it by a small yellow magnet. I couldn’t resist peeking at it. 

The note read:

“Hey Phil!

We’re so proud of you, and we know that you must be a little freaked out, but we know you’ll be fine! We’re only going to be gone for a week, and we are confident that you’ll be alright. The box on the counter has all things you might need to know in the case of an emergency, including contacts. Don’t forget to lock the doors, there should be plenty of food labeled in the fridge.

Make sure to call every night so that we can check in on you. If you have a friend who can stay over, that would be fine by us as long as you try and get to school every day and stay safe. You’re going to be fine.

XOXO,

Mum and Dad”

His parents were clearly very protective of him, but many parents were. Still, the note, clearly supposed to be comforting rather than instructions, was a little strange in itself. His parents were congratulating his bravery staying home alone? They must have cared a lot about him. He was probably an only child.

I would have killed to have parents who cared so much. Yeah, if I got seriously hurt my mum would worry about me, but it seemed like nothing to the extent of Phil’s family’s concern for their teenaged son who would be home alone for like a week. I was alone most of the time, so I was used to microwaved meals and the loneliness that accompanied most dinner times.

Looking through the box, there were instructions for everything you could have possibly imagined. They ranged from break ins to a wild hamster bearing rabies running into the house. Each envelope was clearly labeled with colorful stickers, his parents must have been pretty paranoid to put so much time into something like that. Did they not realize that he was a teenager who could, for the most part, do things himself without burning the house down. I supposed that some parents were just like that.

I went through another door, this one leading to a dimly lit hallway. The walls were burgundy, but the ceiling was the same too-bright white that the bathroom’s ceiling and the kitchen’s walls. At the end of the hall, there was a window, the only source of light in the narrow space, and a small table below it. There were 4 doors, 2 on each side of the hall. I slowly opened the first on the right.  

It was probably Phil’s parents’ room. The walls were painted a light tan and there was a large king bed with a dark brown comforter on it in the left corner of the room. A bedside table was next to it, with two framed pictures propped up and a bowl of stationary tools. The first was a picture of who I assumed to be Phil’s parents with a boy who looked to be a bit older than Phil, but looked strikingly similar to him. There were mountains in the background, and they smiled like a happy family. I couldn’t help but feel a longing when looking at the photo. His parents looked so fondly at who I assumed to be Phil’s brother.

The second picture was Phil’s school photo from last year. I snorted a little, they clearly had a favorite son. While the picture of them as a family was adorable, it was just hilarious that they had a fully framed picture of Phil and not any of the other family members.

I heard the door open behind me. I’d been caught being nosy. I spun around to see Phil looking at me, slightly panicked.

“What are you doing in here?” he asked, his voice a little deeper than before.

“I-I’m sorry, I was just wandering around and I got lost,” I stuttered, “I can go now, I’m really sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind you being here, it’s just my parents’ room,” he stood there awkwardly, just kind of looking at me. We stood in silence, just sort of coexisting. I cleared my throat.

“So, uh, where was this taken?” I didn’t care much, but the silence was making me uncomfortable.

“I’m not sure,” he replied softly, fidgeting with his shirt. His eyes darted around the room, never resting on anything for too long. I kind of just stood there, not knowing what else to say.

“Is that your brother?” I was trying to save the dying conversation because I had no idea what else to do. Phil looked up at me.

“Yeah, Martyn’s 2 years older than me, off at boarding school,” Phil’s tone was lighter, actually looking me in the eyes as he answered.

“Really, that’s cool. I have a brother too. How long ago was the picture taken?” If his brother was only 2 years older than him, then it must have been fairly recent, as Martyn still looked slightly older than Phil in it. Phil began to fidget again.

“I’m not sure,” he breathed, so quietly that it was a miracle I’d understood at all. I decided to drop it, he seemed to be kind of uncomfortable.

“So, where are your parents at?” I didn’t want to give away that I’d read the note on the fridge, he already thought that I was nosy enough.

“They’re visiting some famous French doctor,” he almost seemed annoyed, “but I don’t really understand why that would take a whole week.” Why would they need to visit a doctor in France? I felt a sinking feeling inside of me, maybe somebody in his family was sick. Maybe it was his brother, and he was getting treatment in the “boarding school” he was at. It would explain why he’d gotten so shut out when I asked him about Martyn. God, I was a terrible person. I decided not to pry.

“God, that must have sounded horrible. None of my family is dying of disease, my parents are just doctors, so they like to meet with other doctors,” Phil chuckled a little, and I breathed out a sigh of relief. He looked at me apologetically, “I’m sorry, that reminded me, I’ve gotta call my parents to put them at ease. You can keep wandering around if you want, just don’t go opening any drawers you shouldn’t.” Had he just winked at me? He turned and walked out the door. Left standing alone, I decided to keep looking around.

I went to the room across the hall. The handle didn’t budge when I tried to open it. At this point, I had two options. I could have either left it alone as it was probably locked for a reason or used the paperclip I’d seen in Phil’s parents’ room. I went back to get the paper clip.

It was a fairly easy lock to pick, pretty standard. I was in within a matter of minutes. The room’s walls were painted black. The duvet on the bed in the corner of the room was checkered black and white. The bed was neatly made, the bedside table having accumulated a thick layer of dust. Muse, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy, and Green Day Posters were all over the walls. The closet was full of band tee-shirts and black clothing. His brother reminded me of myself. I was sure I’d get along well with Martyn.

I was a little surprised that that was Martyn’s room. In the picture, he’d been wearing pretty bright clothes, it was hard to believe that the same boy in the picture owned all that black. I guess everybody went through their emo phase at some point or another.

“Jesus, when I said you could wander, I didn’t realize you’d go into the locked rooms as well,” Phil was back. He was back and he’d just caught me after breaking into his brother’s room. I turned around.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” I tried to make it sound lighthearted, but Phil’s expression was much more upset than he’d been when I’d gone into his parents’ room, “Is this Martyn’s room?” He looked distant again, and that scared me more than the anger I’d seen behind his eyes just a moment before.

“Nobody lives here,” he stated monotonously. He was back to the Phil Lester from school. He was back to the robot I’d seen him as too many times. He gestured to me, “Follow me, I can give you a ride home.” I followed him through the house to his car, climbing in. It was later than I thought. How long had I been unconscious for? The sun was already down.

I could still smell my vomit from earlier. Gross. It was a long, silent car ride. The tension was so thick I could slice through it with a knife. We just went by wordlessly. I thought about how much Phil had helped me, and felt bad about breaking into the locked bedroom. I’d overstepped my boundaries. Maybe it wasn’t right to have hated this boy who showed me nothing but compassion. It didn’t change the fact that I envied his life, with doctors for parents and everybody treating him kindly. His emo brother was away at boarding school, so he didn’t have to deal with him. He was clearly the favorite child. He pulled up to my house.

“Hey, thanks for everything. If it weren’t for you, I’d still probably be bleeding and slumped over a tree,” I couldn’t put into words how much I appreciated what he did for me, and how sorry I felt about breaking into the bedroom.

“It’s fine, here’s my number. Text me if you need anything. With doctor parents, I have every type of painkiller known to man in my cabinet,” Phil’s tone was warmer than earlier, and I put his number into my phone. I wished him a good night and returned to my empty home, longing to have been able to spend a few more minutes with the not-so-stranger. He waited until I got into the door to drive away, making sure I made it up the driveway. I went straight to bed and fell asleep, wrapped in his fuzzy yellow hoodie. My dreams were peaceful, very different than the one I’d had only hours before.