#sunnyside muses

[luminary-sunflower]

Mandatory school is a human right.

A child's right to education is a human right.

You are not the owner of your child.

Children are not your property.

Children are human beings and have human rights.

Unschooling is abusive and neglectful.

Homeschool is rife with abuse and in the vast majority of cases, if not all, is abusive.

That doesn't mean the school system is perfect or can't be reformed.

Abolishing education is oppression of youth.

[lover-cook]

Man. Thinking about how me being AroAcespec really connects with my sefshipping.

Like. It took me putting “We’ll Never Have Sex” by Leith Ross on my AroAce playlist and I’m in shambles just. Considering my f/os not minding my asexuality or even realizing they’re asexual because of me just makes me. An emotional mess <3

Like. My identity as someone on the AroAce spectrum has really made it so if I were to ever date irl again it would have to be with someone on the Ace spectrum at least cause I don’t think I could handle being with an Allo person longterm unfortunately. And just the idea of being in a long term loving and doating relationship brings me such joy even if I doubt I’ll find that for myself in real life, at least not easily.

Even just headcanoning a lot of my f/os as similar to me makes me feel so. Idk. Comforted? Like they’d understand. Like thats an element of our relationship that’s established and makes our situation unique. Idk it brings me a lot of security and joy.

[doomsdxyblxe]

pick your poison between jealousy and anger ,

˗ˏˋ 𓂃 (  kyle gallner.  cis man.  he/him ).  meet  billy branson,  a  thirty-four  year  old,  who  has  been  in  cloyne  for  just over a year ( back home after prison ).  they  are  a  line cook  at  sunnyside diner,  known  for  being  charismatic  and  violent.  they  are  often  heard  humming  along  to  seth by  ad infinitum.  residents  would  describe  them  as  the convict. 

both will bring you to the ground ,

background summary ;; ( tw: murder, abuse )

Billy has been troubled since childhood, largely due to a terrible homelife. He had been in and out of trouble since elementary school, with things only progressing as he got older. Ultimately, this resulted in Billy killing his stepfather when he was 16 years old after his stepfather had been beating his mother. Despite Billy doing so to protect his mother, the courts claimed he took it too far and had many chances to call the police after incapacitating his stepfather. Billy was sentenced for 2nd Degree Murder and served 17 years before he was released. Now, back in his hometown, he’s simply trying to adapt back to life outside, stay alive now that a string of murders have begun to spring up, and avoid the rumors that are springing up about his convenient timing. 

Basics ;;

Name: William “Billy” Branson Nicknames: Billy, "The Branson Kid" Gender: Cis Male Age: Thirty-Four Birthday: October 13th Sexuality: Bisexual Biromantic Birthplace: Cloyne, Ontario, Canada Occupation: Line Cook, Self Proclaimed Chef at Sunnyside Diner Time Served: 17 years for 2nd Degree Murder FC: Kyle Gallner Relationship Status: Single

Family ;;

Mother: Veronica Branson ( alive ) Father: Unknown Step Father: Dale Branson ( deceased )

Appearance ;;

Hair: Long, Shaggy Brown Eyes: Blue Height: 5'10 Many various tattoos from his time in prison and after

Mental Health ;; ( tw: drug mention, alcoholism )

- shows signs of bipolar disorder - reliance on alcohol and nicotine - previous drug issues, currently clean

Random ;;

Languages: English, Basic French Religion: Formerly Catholic, Currently Athiest

Wanted Connections ;;

OLD SWEETHEARTS - Your muse and Billy were head over heels for each other when they were in high school. Your muse was the one good thing in Billy's life and when he went to prison, your muse did their best to support him. For a couple years, they kept the relationship up through letters and supervised visits. But in the end, it was simply too much. The pair split. Weekly letters became monthly, then yearly, and then there was nothing. ( open for a female muse, age 33-36 ) DRINKING BUDDIES - Just some pals to watch hockey, drink beer, and shoot the shit with. ( unlimited number, any gender/age ) ANGEL ON HIS SHOULDER - Your muse helped him get a job out of prison and attempts to help keep him on the straight and narrow. ( one muse, any gender/age ) DEVIL ON HIS SHOULDER - Your muse has no inhibitions about dragging Billy back into his troubled old life. Your muse is a bad influence, pushing Billy to do things he shouldn't now that he's attempting to get his life back together. ( taken by seonho han ) FUN FLINGS - Billy was in prison for 17 years and thus, the poor guy is making up for lost time. FWB sorta connections. ( open to any number, any gender, 24+ ) BAD NEWS BILLY - Your muse things Billy is nothing but trouble and actively warns people to stay away from him. They suspect he's part of the murders and attack that has taken place, due to his past and the first murder taking place not long after he returned to town. ( tbh could be a couple people, any gender/age )

[sadgirlsimsss]

Jericha Indico (she/they)Vegan, Hates Children, Self-Absorbed Career: High fashion model Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy Location: Windenburg

Jericha is a successful model who moved to Windenburg with their wife, Ramona. They rent a large unit in Prospector's Apartments where they can both enjoy their indulgent lifestyle with a river view. Jericha has modelled since their teen years but what started as an easy way to earn some money quickly became a life-long career when Ra came into the picture. The passionate photographer was instantly taken, and it wasn't long before she made her muse, her wife. They are both proud activists for the LGBTQ+ community and frequently host events for queer youth in city.

WCIF always open via DMs | Preset | Sunnyside up Sadgirlsimsss | Map screen overrides | 20th Century Plumbob | Blank Save file | Srslysims|

[bitgrls]

MUSE OVERVIEW: VIO.LETTA NAKATA

Violetta was born in Asphodel Heights, however moved away with her parents once she began exhibiting strange behavior. Weird dreams, talking to people who weren't there, knowing more about death than a child should. Still, she ends up coming back, when the stories behind Crazy Fun Park. When she has a dream about a peer's death the night it happens, she only grows more drawn to the park. Although she's unaware it's her psychic connections to spirits that draws her to the park, she does learn about the ghosts there, and tries to help them where she could.

crossovers include:

fe.ar street: violetta grows up in sunnyside with her family running one of the main funeral homes in the area. as such, the patterns of shadyside tragedies starts to catch her attention. she finds the tunnels underground, including the mass at the center. after coming in contact with it, she begins to see and communicate with victims of the shadyside curse.

yell.owjackets: violetta moves to new jersey in 2021 and starts doing research into what happened to the soccer team. as she starts researching, she ends up with strange dreams and feelings surrounding it.

f.naf: violetta grows curious about the rumors and disappearances that she ends up exploring the locations, unknowingly deepening her psychic connection with the spirits there.

[natexoliver]

welcome to marina, NATHAN OLIVER ( cismale, he/him) ! they are a TWENTY-FIVE year old who has lived on the island for TWENTY YEARS. word on the street is they’re currently living in TOWER HILL and work as a SERVER AT SUNNYSIDE DINER. everyone also says they look a lot like TOM HOLLAND. what do you think?

basics

Full Name: Nathan Andrew Oliver Nickname(s): Nate, probably idiot or dummy, depending Age:Twenty-five Height: 5′9″ Gender & Pronouns: Cis-male & he/him Orientation: Pansexual Residential Area: Tower Hill Occupation:  Server at Sunnyside Diner and photographer Relationship status: Single (divorced)

bio

Having moved to Marina at the age of five, the city is the only place Nathan considers as home. The youngest of the Oliver children, Nate was always keen to explore the world, to understand everything there. To learn about its beauty, its wonders, and everything in it.

While studies came easy to the young boy, he wasn't all too interested in them. Arts drew him in, and despite the push from his parents, he joined just about every artist-y club in high school. It didn't matter whether it was dancing, painting, writing, playing instruments, or even singing, Nate was keen to try everything out. He was itching for something, something that would finally click and make him feel like he belonged here.

It was when he joined the photography club that Nate finally felt like he was at home. Photography fascinated him, and he loved trying to show the world in the way he saw it. There was so much to it, and more often than not, he spent his time trying to capture the impossible, trying to work on his skills, and trying to achieve his goals. Once his grades began to suffer, he was forced to step back and stick to his studies, much to Nate's displeasure.

Naturally, by the time he graduated high school, his grades were fantastic, and when he was accepted to NYU, it was almost a given. His parents were thrilled, everyone was proud, and Nate couldn't be more annoyed. He wasn't interested in the field he had been pushed into taking, but he knew he didn't have much of a choice. His parents paid for everything, and he couldn't exactly throw a fit over it.

Still, that didn't mean that Nate did not rebel in his own ways. Moving to NYC was exciting, and even if he lived in a small apartment that he shared with three more people, he didn't care. Once away from his parents, he could finally be really himself, he could finally explore the arts again, and he could finally pick photography up once more. His days at the uni were fun, even if he didn't pay much attention to his studies, Nate easily found many other ways to keep himself busy.

One of those ways came in the form of a guy. He was free, and exciting, and different, and before Nate knew it, he fell hard for him. Finally, he could open up to someone, and grow so close to someone. His days were filled with spending every moment with him, and soon enough, he became Nate's muse. All Nate wanted was to spend time with him, and photograph him, wishing to show the world someone who meant the world to him.

While graduating with a bachelor's in physics meant that Nate should have immediately applied for master's, it didn't happen. Instead of submitting an application to the university, Nate submitted an application to get married to the love of his life. He was completely smitten, and more than willing to leave everything behind for his future husband.

Naturally, that led to Nate being cut off, but he didn't care. He was married, he was the happiest he had ever been, and while he had to pick up a job to get by, he was doing what he always wanted to do. His days were spent exploring the city, capturing its beauty and its rawness, and his nights were spent in the arms of a man he love so much.

It was only after the marriage that the two of them moved in together, finally making an attempt at a family life. Within months, they began to clash, often not being at home together, or ending up in petty arguments. Most of their time together was spent in negative ways, and soon enough, neither Nate nor his husband could really understand why they were doing this. After one last explosive argument, his husband packed his stuff up and left.

Left on his own in the apartment that was supposed to be their family home, Nate didn’t know what to do. Not long after that, they applied for a divorce, knowing that the two of them just didn’t work (and if they did, neither bothered to try). No matter what he did, no matter what kind of people he surrounded himself with, it was painful living in a place he had such high hopes for, so, knowing that he had to face the inevitable, he packed his bags up and went back home, needing the familiarity after being left all alone in a city filled with millions of people.

The return to Marina was odd, now that Nate was faced with the unfortunate realities of his new life. Divorce, and now having to experience that with his parents going through a divorce as well, Nate is completely lost in life. It made sense for him to move a little further away from the chaos, renting a room in a shared apartment, and getting himself a job at a diner. However, nothing else was really coming along, not when his muse was gone, and once more, the young man was lost.

wanted connections

ex-husband; this would be the man that Nate had fallen for hard, and had gotten married to nearly two years ago. They had dated for just over a year, and had gotten married on a whim, not really considering anything else. There were many red flags that the two of them should have acknowledged first, yet it had now manifested into an argument after an argument, and the two are now finalising a divorce. They had opted for that half a year ago, and they haven’t really interacted much since.

close friends; Nate is a friendly guy. He likes to interact with others and genuinely cares for many. It’s only natural for him to find many people to be his friends, but there are just a select few who have gotten close enough to get past the friendly guy exterior.

customers; working as a server, Nate makes sure that he can score as many tips as possible, knowing that it’s just about the only way he can really generate money. So it’s only natural that he had made plenty of friends that way, maybe even those who had become frequent guests at the diner.

hook ups; having been in a serious relationship for so long Nate had genuinely gone out and tried to compensate for it by hooking up with anyone willing to do so. This can be any gender, and maybe even those who have ended up being on bad terms with him!

TBC!

[goldenguillotines]

Certain pairings in my brain that I'm always obsessed with whatever the fuck going on with them in their fucking relationships tbh in no order just CHEWS: Red undead, Starstrukk, Love and desire, Case 143, Commitment issues, Contract in red, Mourning sun, Wild moons, Rose perfume, Artistic muse, Sniper target, My favorite listener, Paparazzi, Code of conduct, Demolition lovers, Mortus viventi, knife game, Sleeping with the fishes, blood in the water, Bountiful harvest, made with love, heart to heart, hard carry, from the inferno, Red espionage, Star crossed lovers, Sweet as honey, Super freak, Love bites, 6ft under, Photofinnish, Two to tango, Pretty in pink, Zagrus/Rutile, Pitchbeats, Sunnyside, sugar rush and sleight of hand..

[bloodofthewitch]

❝ you have the biggest heart. it is your greatest quality and probably also your greatest flaw. ❞Is that ASA BUTTERFIELD? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually OLIVER SANDERS { male, he/him }. He is a 696 year old WITCH. He is a SHOP OWNER can easily be found at HIS SHOP or SUNNYSIDE. He is known for being STUBBORN, SELF-SACRIFICING, and GUARDED but also INTELLIGENT, KIND-HEARTED, and EMPATHIC. You could probably bribe them with SWEETS or piss them off by TELLING HIM WHAT TO DO. 

Full Name: Oliver Joseph Sanders Nickname: Oli, Olive, Ols Birthday: October 31st, 1327 Age: 696 Gender: Male Species: Witch Sexuality: Homosexual Neighborhood: Sunnyside Languages: English and American Sign Language Traits: Intelligent, empathic, kind-hearted, fun-loving, determined, loyal, guarded, stubborn, self-sacrificing, hopeless romantic, witty, and mischievous

Intel:

Their Priorities: Furthering his magical education and expanding his business Muse’s soft spot: Sweets and kindness Greatest strength: Besides his magic, his big heart, and intelligence Greatest vulnerability or weakness: His big heart Muse’s secret: He sleeps with a spelled teddy bear named Rudy that his father gave him as a child Hobbies: Coloring, arts and crafts, studying magic and experimenting with it, astronomy, watching movies and anime, reading comics, drawing/painting, playing the drums, and reading books Things they love:  Star-gazing, cooking, cuddles, being caressed, hanging out with friends/family, sweets, hot coco, attention, oversized sweaters, ice cream and milk, dancing, and Atlantes - his black panther familiar Pet Peeves: Being told what to do

-              Like every Sanders child before him, Oliver was born to an unbroken and long line of powerful witches that dates further back than history can remember. Somewhere in Europe was their ancestral home but that changed in the mid-1500s. They fled to the New World to escape the Burning Times - the witch trials in Europe that lasted almost 400 years - and moved around before becoming the first settlers in Salem. They remained there for several decades until the one in Salem began, forcing them to leave once again to avoid prosecution for the second time. Eventually, Los Santos became their new home and has remained so ever since.

-              He was almost killed in a massacre of the Anderson Coven when he was younger. The Sanders and Anderson covens had been allies for centuries, and Oliver was chosen to apprentice there as was customary for them. It was during the height of the Black Death that Oliver sought their help to heal his dying father from the plague when they were attacked by a vampire. The coven was slaughtered indiscriminately with Oliver caught in the crossfire as he was mistaken for a member. After it was over, he was the only survivor as far as he knew. To this day, he doesn’t know who the vampire was or why they attacked the coven but didn’t go looking for answers either.

-              Oliver is an only child but he wasn’t raised as one. He comes from a large extended family coven that consists of him, his parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins who were his surrogate siblings and they all live under one roof. They are extremely tight-knit and consider their home to be their own little village, which they are greatly protective of. However, they’re still welcoming to anyone if they don’t cause serious problems. His family isn’t rich, even if their very large house says differently, but Oliver was still able to live a comfortable life where anything he needed was always provided for by someone.

-              He contracted meningitis at the age of seven and was nearly killed by it. He was so small that there was no guarantee that he would make it but he still managed to pull through and it cost him his hearing. The illness damaged both of Oliver’s ears, taking with it the many sounds that he’d come to love over the years. It was from then on, that his life was never the same again. It became hours of uphill battles with learning to communicate again and how to accept he was a little extra different from the rest. With all the hard work he put into his rehabilitation, and the help of the Deaf community, Oliver was eventually able to navigate the difficulties of being deaf while living in a hearing world.

-              Most times Oliver is mistaken for being shy and quiet or dumb because he’s deaf, but he’s not like that at all. He’s very extroverted and friendly in actuality and able to befriend just about anyone regardless of their hearing ability. His heart is literally the size of Africa and he has the capability to love and find the best in even the worst of people, wanting only to shower others with all the care and support he thinks they deserve. He’s sensitive and forgiving but will not let someone walk all over him either. Accepting others and keeping an open mind when it comes to things is how he walks through life, treating others the way he would want to be treated because he believes it’s important and understands what it’s like to be treated differently. Although Oliver does have some trust issues due to being in two abusive relationships at a young age, it isn’t hard to get to know him.

-              He opened his occult shop House of the Horned God in 1920 to serve the witch community in Los Santos, providing all of their needs regardless of which path they have chosen. It started out as a humble shop that consisted only of Oliver, and occasionally his cousins, but the business quickly boomed from the rise in disposable income. Soon, it became well-known and a staple in the community due to Oliver’s vast knowledge of magic thanks to his family’s magical library. Over one hundred years later, his business has expanded but Oliver can still be found in that same shop as if time had never passed.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Neighbors

Best friends &friends

Family members

Fellow witches

Enemies

Favorite friend (fluent in ASL)

Flings

Polyamorous lovers

Gimme all the plots ^^

[strikercannon]

— #𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍. original character penned by manes .

                  * 𝐭𝐥;𝐝𝐫: stephen “striker” cannon is forty years old ( born april 22nd ) and currently resides in sunnyside trailer park . he works as a ranch hand at silver spur ranch and , on the side , causes as much mischief as physically possible for a grown man , rarely seen without questionable bruises in impossible places . striker is bisexual , is referred to by he/him pronouns & has quite the penchant for riding bulls !!

                                       bio. connections. playlist. musings. tasks.

[vindlcated]

MUSE INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Damien Angelus Ardeleanu

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS: Finnick Odair (Catching Fire & Mockingjay), Lucerys Velaryon & Aemond Targaryen (House of th Dragon), Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Stefan Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries), Inuyasha (titular character), Nezuko Kamada (Demonslayer), Lestat de Lioncourt (Interview with the Vampire [2022]), Chandler Bing (FRIENDS), Victor, Ben, & Klaus Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy), Ellie Williams (The Last of Us P. 2)

FACE CLAIM: Matthew Daddario

GENDER: He/him, cis man

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Gay as hell

BIRTHDAY: June 6th, ????

AGE:  29/1k+

SPECIES: Original Vampire

OCCUPATION: Owner of Scarlet Rose Piercing & Tattoo

LIVES IN: Sunnyside (same building as tattoo shop—his apartment is right above the shop!)

CW: Death/Violence

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❝ the taste of ink is getting old ❞ The Taste of Ink name by The Used

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PERSONALITY TRAITS

Positive: Charismatic ◇ Protective  ◇ Resilient   Negative: Rebellious  ◇ Vindictive  ◇ Melancholy 

INTEL

Their Priorities: He’s chilling. He’s been around too long to have major priorities. He only wants to make sure people he cares about are doing okay and that his shop is doing good and he can still do art.

Muse’s soft spot: Cats

Greatest strength: He has quite the protective nature. Quite dangerous if he’s going to be protective of someone. 

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: This is the irony isn’t it? The people he cares about are always, simultaneously, his weakness. Both weakness and strength. 

Muse’s secret: TBD Hobbies: Doing anything with art, writing & reading, composing music, and of course tattooing. He likes being around people he considers friends. Even though he’s a homebody, he’s very capable of being coerced into other activities such as attending a concert, going to the movies, and taking strolls. He enjoys dancing but rarely, and his dancing is very particular and of older times (craves the intimacy!) and enjoys poking fun of whatever modern generation dominates the world. He enjoys learning! Loves education so yeah loves learning. Knitting & crocheting. Things they love: Cats, cats, cats. Art, of course. Loves to master any bit of new technology. Being with people he cares about. Cats again.  Pet Peeves: People that know what he is, and then they eat in front of him and then offer him food, People that interrupt his or other employees’ work, obnoxious clients, threats made towards people he cares about (and this does include his employees), easily gets annoyed when he doesn’t understand a newer, modern concept that seems obvious to everybody else

DAMIEN ANGELUS ARDELEANU was born over a thousand years ago in the region of Transylvania in Romania. He was a part of a rather regular family and for the most part, this was a multi-generational household. He really adored his siblings growing up and his parents, though weirdly enough, dad sometimes left for long periods of time. He was definitely a mama's boy, and it was sad and worrying when she grew ill and passed away. After it became evident what was happening and Damien and the rest of his siblings were cursed all because of their father's actions, things changed. They were... monsters. They were a new kind of monster that never had stepped foot on this earth, with great power and a thirst for blood.

Within the family of original vampire siblings was the eldest brother who gave himself the daunting deed of being the patriarch of the family. Damien hated this, especially after the first three hundred years. This was when he wanted to go his own way, do as he wished and didn't want to follow whatever strict rules were put in place for the family to be a responsible set of originals. So, he lashed out. First, at his eldest brother, and then in an anger towards his other siblings, he went on a murder spree in the village they were currently staying at. He completely saw red. Couldn't stop until it was over. It was the first and last time he'd ever committed such violence in that manner. But it's an event he forever remembers in his head and one he wishes he could forget. Sadly, as it turns out, he is capable of horrible things.

He lost many of his direct fledglings. It was bad luck, but newborns his direct fledglings created seemed to go on just fine, thus Damien's vampire line is strong enough after all those years. He is very selective with who he turns now, solely because he's afraid they'll end up dying on him. Though one fledgling he did create ended up being the love of his life who was about to die from the black plague. It's unfortunate how things turned out, solely because Damien had done it out of selfish reasons—he didn't want to lose his love, even if his love wished to not be turned into a vampire. At the moment, Damien turned a woman more recently—about a week ago—after befriending her at a concert. It was too save her life, and unlike his love, she was grateful. Though as a baby fledgling, Damien's got his hands tied with making sure she's the best she can be at being a vampire.

Damien currently resides in Los Santos. He's been living there for forty years. At first, hiding in plain sight was easy enough, until it became obvious to humans that there were supernatural creatures amongst them. His tattoo and piercing shop, Scarlet Rose Piercing & Tattoo, has had a reputable reputation for thirty-five years and is very inclusive to creatures and humans alike—both employees and clientele. Art is one of the reasons he manages to drag himself out of bed, along with his Norwegian Forest Cat, Emilia (or Emmy for short), and of course, as been said many times before, the people he cares about.

MUSE AESTHETICS  ◇ Tattoos  ◇ Cats  ◇ Darkness

CONNECTIONS ◇

ESTABLISHED:

Siblings (2/4): Rhysand Ardeleanu & Soreana Ardeleanu

WANTED:

More siblings (2/4 available, see wanted connection on main & contact me!)

His best friend (around the same physical age as Damien): Damien is kind of in love with this guy. Been friends for several decades. They have a lot of the same interests. They are also roommates. Would burn the world for this guy.

Ex: His oldest direct fledgling. Damien "saved" him during the black plague. Unfortunately, this was against Damien's wishes, and this ex has become the monster Damien refused to become out of spite.

His newest sire (female fc, 25-28 yrs old)

Vampires hes mentored or is currently mentoring: 0/3 taken. Just the warmest bond despite not being directly sired from him (though could very well be from his sire line. He's pretty passionate about helping baby vampires who were sired by carless or abusive sires. So he takes them under his wing!)

Human volunteers for feeding: 0/3 taken. He pays them and also takes care of them after due to loss of energy. Aftercare is important!

More employees for his tattoo/piercing shop

Other friends are nice

Regular clients

His veterinarian for Emmy, his Norwegian Forest Cat

[luminary-sunflower]

Maybe angels didn't tell you to be not afraid because they're frightening to see. Maybe they're telling you to trust yourself enough to not be too afraid of what you are called to do.

[lover-cook]

Hey guys good morning. Thinking about those robots again. Have I mentioned I love Sundrop and Moondrop So Much? Cause I do. Tremendously <3 Grabbing them and kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss--

[slimpckins]

𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 : a dependent multi-muse blog associated with @cloynefm. written and tortured loved by natty.

MIA PHILLIPS : the golden child. 24. book clerk @ the final chapter. played by bailey bass.

SAVANNAH CLARKE : the hot head. 27. waitress @ sunnyside diner. played by jude demorest.

[birchkillchronicles]

Getting to Marigold

Chapter Five

Tangerine, Charcoal, Heather

“That’s an odd way of saying it,” remarked Don, ripping his eyes away from the puzzle on his tablet to stare quizzically at his wife.

But Jeanie was determined not to let anything Don or Bernie had to say sidetrack her on this Sunday afternoon.

Just let them try!

She’d awoken last Monday morning with a clear sense of purpose and—without arousing the slightest suspicion in her family—had spent the entire week getting her ducks in a row. 

She’d started in her craft room—as Sylvie would have definitely recommended—with an eleven-page, hyper-specific, ‘free-fall-ideas’ inventory of tasks.  Which she’d only set briefly aside that evening—so she could prep and eat dinner with her family—before returning to categorize the resulting list into a variety of subdivisions.

As her mother would say, ‘If you fail to plan, you plan to fail!’

Subsequently, on Tuesday she’d driven to her favourite craft supply store and bought a large cork panel.  Which she then covered with tangerine-and-white-checked gingham fabric to make an inspiration board. 

She’d divided the board into six uneven sections—Budget, Invitations and RSVPs, Accommodations, Activities and Events, Transportation, and Food.  And neatly applied a label for each section with a select colour of ink—charcoal, magenta, seafoam, heather, silver, or gold. 

Then, she’d sorted through her files of magazine clippings to retrieve articles which referenced anything about the planning and achievement of a big family reunion and pinned them to the appropriate section. 

Satisfied that each section was overflowing with creative suggestions, on Wednesday she’d curated the articles into empty scrapbooks with similarly colour-coded labels.  And then, for the remaining days of the week, she’d meditated over the scrapbooks and sought out further inspiration through extensive forays into her laptop computer. 

By Googling with abandon, she’d been pleased to discover that there were infinite tourist-y resources in the sightseeing hub that Ottawa had become. 

There’d been a whole slue of museums, galleries and historical sites.  There’d been boat excursions, bus trips and walking tours.  There’d been public gardens, picnic parks and hiking trails.  And the list had gone on and on…

She’d made orderly notes of the most appealing activities—those that had seemed to fit in best with her unplugged Roaring Twenties theme, that is—and had painstakingly interfiled them with the clippings in her scrapbooks.

Then, she’d weeded out the experiences that had been obviously too pricey—like chartering bi-plane rides over the city for every Reunion invitee.  And others that had been too complicated or demanding—like building wooden cars and running a soap-box derby down Sunnyside Avenue. 

Some ideas had been too kid-centric—like bead-stringing, toy-painting and hat-decorating.  And some had been too adult—like a day at the racetrack or night at the Gatineau casino. 

Some had been too date-specific—like pre-purchasing passes to the annual Jazz Festival in late June.  And some had been too culturally-specific—like arranging for a family religious service at a local church.

But, maybe, Jeanie had mused, there could be a croquet tourney.  And a dress-up family photo booth.  And a film night at the local cinema.  And a wonderful vintage market ramble with a knowledgeable picker as guide.  And, of course, a really big surprise event at the Sunday picnic finale which would end the week with an incredible bang!

And who knew what other brainwaves Don and Bernie might want to throw into the ring? 

Maybe her husband had worked with a woman who’d taken ballroom dancing and could advise on them on where to find a studio that could hold a Charleston class for a crowd? 

Or, maybe, her daughter had an on-line acquaintance who could fix them up with a vintage clothing store to rent out the costumes at a discount for the family photo booth?

Who knew?

It had all been extremely exciting!  And—having called a family meeting at the kitchen island for this Sunday afternoon—she’d brought down her scrapbooks full of articles to illustrate her vision for the week. 

Armed with the optimistic belief that she’d surely be the recipient of her husband’s and her daughter’s undivided support, she’d prepared herself to be modest in response to their praise for her undoubtably excellent plans. 

In her dreamiest moments, in fact, she’d imagined Bernie saying, “Mom!  That’s genius!” and Don chiming in, “Jeanie, you always come up with the most amazing schemes!”

“Oh—I’m not that great…” she’d envisaged herself murmuring. 

But in her heart, Jeanie would know that she was really quite a whiz—!

With all of this in mind, Jeanie now repeated herself for emphasis. “The theme of next summer’s Olde Fashioned Dinmont-Todd Family Reunion is going to be ‘The Roaring Twenties.’  On the front of our invitations, it’ll say, ‘Do you remember The Twenties?’ and then inside we’ll answer, ‘We do!’  And then there’ll be a preliminary Schedule of Activities for the—”

“But we don’t,” Don protested, frowning.

Bernie nodded, bored.  “I wasn’t even born until 1989.”

Trying to remain upbeat, Jeanie pushed aside her awakening frustration.  “Well, of course not, guys.  It’s just a hook to get people interested in our Olde-Fashioned Reunion idea.  A way to get them to want to participate—”

“And you don’t you think that a summer family reunion is kind of its own theme?” interrupted Don.  “You know, seeing the folks you haven’t seen for years?  Reconnecting with the ones who’ve fallen off the Christmas card list—?"

“But we’ve got to find a way to attract as many relatives as possible!” countered Jeanie. “And I just thought that we’d get the most people to come if there was a really snappy theme.”

“But—'The Roaring Twenties?’  What’s that got to do with the price of tea in China?”  Don still looked pretty blank.

“Well—if you’d listen to what I’ve got to say, you’d might have some idea.”  Jeanie tapped the thinnest scrapbook—distinguished by a charcoal ‘Budget’ label—which lay on the top of her pile.  “Now, using our Travel and Holiday savings account as a resource, I’ve run up a financial plan for—”  

“I hate to say it—but Mom might be right,” Bernie interrupted in turn.  “Perhaps we should hear her out before we dump all over the concept.”

“Why should today be any different?” objected Don, but he was powering off his laptop.  “Besides, I like the reunion idea.  Maybe not for an entire week…”

“I like it too,” agreed Bernie, quite readily, to Jeanie’s delight.  But her daughter’s following explanation proved true to form.  “I was worried that, when Mom called this meeting, she was about to announce another round of house renovations.”

“Oh, boy, no kidding!” nodded Don.  “After the bathrooms and the kitchen and the back yard, I think we’ve really had it up to here with all that noise and chaos.”

“And remember when we had to move into that rickety summer cottage for six weeks so they could build on our family room?” pouted Bernie.

  “Yeah,” snorted Don.  “This idea’s a lot less scary.  And your mom is correct in saying that we’ve spent an awful lot of time flying out to the West Coast to see our relatives and that, for once, they ought to be the ones who make the trek.  Heck, I don’t even mind having a ‘themed’ reunion.  But why that particular theme, dear?”

“Well, if you’ll both shut up for a moment, I’ll explain!” snapped Jeanie, all her good intentions to keep a cheery demeanor abandoned.  “Now—are you two listening?”

Unabashed, Don and Bernie made ‘um-hm’ noises to indicate that they were.

“Okay.”  She took a deep breath and plunged ahead.  “You know how I went to that play in the park several weeks back?”

“The one that Lindy Styre wrote?  Geez, Mom,” scoffed Bernie. “You go to one play in your whole life and—”

“Well, the stage designer set it in the Roaring Twenties,” continued Jeanie, undeterred. “And I thought—since they have the costumes and all that already, and it’s about a family, and it’s pretty funny—why not hire Lindy to cut it down quite a bit—so it’s more of a long skit, really—and then we’d get them to perform it at our Sunday picnic as the highlight of our reunion?  And then, I thought, leading up to it, we could have Roaring Twenties themed activities like—”

But, before Jeanie could present her best suggestions, both Don and Bernie leapt in again.

“Yeah, let’s highlight our reunion with a play about a dysfunctional family where the daughter hates the dad,” chuckled Don, aware of the play’s plot from Jeanie’s brief review.  And, “Do you really think Lindy would want to cut a two act play down to a skit?” demanded Bernie, rolling her eyes.

“Yes, but Lindy could leave out all the bad parts and just leave in the jokes,” Jeanie stoutly maintained.  “And everybody knows that actors are always looking for chances to show off.  Besides which—I’ve got a great way to bribe Lindy to do it!”

“This I have to hear…” murmured Don.

Bernie just gave her absurd mother a hard stare.

“I’m going to offer to pay her—cue the trumpets, please!” Jeanie announced, pausing dramatically to add an air of expectation, “—with my professional services as an interior designer!”

“Mom.”  Her daughter used the name like a sledgehammer, while scepticism oozed from her husband.  “Really?” Don objected, wrinkling his nose.

“Yes, really!” returned Jeanie, with supreme confidence.  “You should see that woman’s place.  Her bathroom hasn’t seen a contractor since nineteen-seventy-two.  Her kitchen looks like something out of The Addams Family.  And she admitted to me that most of her furnishings date from before the nineteen-sixties.  She’ll jump at the chance to get my advice for free!”

“Maybe she likes her house the way it is, Mom.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Bernie.  Nobody wants to live like that.”

“Okay,” sighed Don.  “Perhaps we should discuss the details of this later.  Like after some of our relatives say that they’re actually willing to hop on a plane—”

“But, Don, if we’ve got a really wonderful theme to entice them here—"

“Jeanie.”  Don put up his hand to stop his wife.  “Let’s just test the waters before we dive in all the way.  Now—Bernie, can you run up an invite on your computer?  And we’ll send—”

“NO!”

Both her husband and her daughter turned startled faces Jeanie’s way.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you!” she cried.  “I don’t want any of this to have anything to do with phones or computers!  That’s why I want a Roaring Twenties theme!  I don’t want e-mailing or Skyping or Zooming or anything else that’s not from ninety years ago!  Do you hear what I’m trying to say?”

“No, dear,” dead-panned Don.  “Could you speak a little louder?”

Bernie snickered at her dad’s joke and looked around for her phone.

Unexpectedly, Jeanie nabbed the device before her daughter could reach it and held the phone hostage while she continued her rant. 

“I’m telling you, guys!  I want real handwritten snail-mail invitations on real stationery with real reply cards and real pre-stamped envelopes enclosed!” she exclaimed, and then listed off a few of her favourite activities on her fingers.  “I want real outings like picnics or Charleston lessons or croquet.  And real visits to craft fairs or museums or art galleries.  And I thought that having a real live show presented just for our family would be the perfect finale to a week of nothing but real face-time!” 

Jeanie noted that, by their perplexed expressions, Don and Bernie seemed to be at least listening—if not seriously considering her plans—and continued more calmly.

“An Olde Fashioned Roaring Twenties Family Reunion, guys—that’s what we should have.  With old-fashioned conversation and fun.  Otherwise,” she concluded, “if everyone’s just going to bury themselves in their phones and tablets and computers like everybody normally does these days—I’m not interested in putting in the effort to get a full week of family reunion off the ground.” 

Bernie looked to her dad to see if he was buying any of this and exchanged a mutual shrug before turning back to her mom. 

“People still use snail-mail letters for stuff like weddings, I guess,” she conceded.  “But you’re not going to be able to ask everyone to drop their phones and tablets in a box at beginning of the week and never touch them ’til the end, you know, Mom.  People just won’t stand for it.”

“That’s for sure,” Don nodded his hearty assent.

“No, but we can keep them so busy with interesting activities that they won’t mind being off of them for most of the time!” declared Jeanie, and then switched to a wheedling tone. “C’mon, Bernie.  C’mon, Don.  Let’s at least try to make this all about face-time.  Think of the wonderful, real memories everyone will have…”

“Oh, all right,” granted Don. “If you think you can pull it off, dear.  I still don’t know about that Roaring Twenties theme, though.  But I guess I’m with you on the unplugged reunion thing.”  He considered for a moment, then added, with a frown, “Unless my sister, Sharon, shows up, that is.  Then being able to concentrate on my tablet will simply be self-preservation.  How about you, Bernie?”  He reached for his device.

“Sure, I’m in,” nodded Bernie.  “As long as Mom gives me my phone back right now—”

“Here you go, kidlet,” said Jeanie, handing it over with an indulgent smile.  “And thanks, you guys, for the vote of confidence!  I think the Olde Fashioned Roaring Twenties Dinmont-Todd Family Reunion is going to be a blast!  And you don’t have to worry—I’ll plan everything out.  See here…I’ve brought down some ideas from my clipping files…” 

She sorted through her scrapbooks for a moment and opened the fattest one with the heather label that indicated Activities and Events. 

“Now, here’s what I thought we should do about getting everyone fed and up to speed on the first night.  According to these articles, our local pub or our favourite pizza place would be glad to rent out their whole space to a single party if they get enough notice.  So, then I thought—”

But at this point, Jeanie realized that Bernie and Don were already long gone into their screens and she was only talking to herself.  But that’s okay, she decided.  I’ll take this first victory and run with it.  I’m the chief planner of this event, and I won’t need any more input from either of them for a long, long time.

Plus, I might as well face it now, thought Jeanie, bravely.  Sylvie won’t be around to lend me a helping hand.  But I can certainly remember the creative suggestions she would have made—about activity schedules and menu design and party décor—and plan them out as if she were still sitting there right beside me...

And, with this in mind, Jeanie left her oblivious family behind and carted her scrapbooks back upstairs to spend the rest of her Sunday afternoon resolutely envisioning and scheming and organizing at her craft room desk, alone. 

[lilmisslili]

MUSE INFORMATION

FULL NAME:  Lilliana Christine Foxx

FACE CLAIM:  Meagan Rath

GENDER: Cis gender female, she/her pronouns

AGE:  Thirty years old

SPECIES: Familiar (species coming, mun is indecisive)

OCCUPATION: Performer at the glass slipper

LIVES IN: Sunnyside

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PERSONALITY TRAITS: Bubbly, Naive, Kind, Ditzy, Warm Hearted, Over trusting.

INTEL

Growing up in wealth and grandiosity, Lili had everything and anything she wanted as a child. Nannies around the clock, lessons in dance, ballet, piano, and violin, Lili couldn't complain. Her adoptive parents had no idea about the whole... familiar side of life. She left home at 18, exploring her true self and the world around her. They still talk from time to time but she refuses to accept help from them.

Their Priorities: Paying bills, enjoying life, and making people happy. Deeply? She'd love to meet someone from her biological family

Muse’s soft spot: Animals

Greatest strength: Charisma, selflessness

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: She is gullible. Lili would give the shirt off her back to anyone who needs it but could never realize when she's being taken advantage of.

Hobbies: Sunbathing, going out with friends, painting Things they love: Nature walks, overtipping, goat yoga Pet Peeves: Rudeness, litterbugs

Conections to come! Let's plot!

[danielxwhitechapel]

❝ I wanna tear this place apart tonight                                               And have you thank me for my rage ❞ 

Is that CHRIS WOOD? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually DANNY WHITECHAPEL {  cis man, he/him }. He is a 33/706 year old VAMPIRE. He is a FREELANCE HACKER/INVESTOR and can easily be found at THE UGLY DUCKLING. He is known for being SADISTIC, MANIPULATIVE, and IMPULSIVE but also CHARMING, PATIENT, and OBSERVANT. You could probably bribe them with A PACK OF TWIZZLERS or piss them off by UNDERESTIMATING HIM. { marie, 27, est, she/her }

triggers:  domestic abuse, murder

stats

Character Name: Daniel Samuel Anderson (now Whitechapel)

Nickname: Danny, Danny Boy, Dan (he will kill you if you ever call him this, ask the last person...oh wait, you can’t.)

Age: 33/706 years old

Birthday: June, 27th 1317

Gender/Pronouns: Cis man, He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual

Occupation: Hacker/investor.

How long they’ve been in Los Santos: One month

Currently Lives: Sunnyside

Similar: Kai Parker, Alex Karev, Crowley, Katherine Pierce, Mon-El, Joey Tribianni (foodie), Stiles Stilinski (techie), Theo, Johnny Faust, Damon Salvatore

Inspo: Spotify | Pinterest

personality

impulsive

sadistic

manipulative

patient

observant

charming

pretty goofy (idiot)

temperamental

cunning

THE CHESS MASTER - this is an incredibly patient muse, they may seem oblivious, but in reality, they are quietly plotting something big. they’re intelligent and not everyone around them is aware of this, which works to their advantage.

key points:

triggers: murder, parental neglect, childhood abuse, domestic abuse, death, violence

Danny was born into the long line of powerful Anderson witches but his family wasn’t the best around. His father was famously abusive in the household, beating on him and his sister more often than not.

Despite that, Danny tried to seek help from the rest of his family to hone in on his powers and became a pretty powerful witch.

His father eventually passed away (though some were suspicions that he was murdered and that Danny was somehow involved though no proof was ever found)  and without the man’s domineering hand upon him, Danny’s familial ties disintegrated. He didn’t particularly care for his family and though maybe odd, the lack of being able to connect with people wasn’t abnormal...at least to Danny it wasn’t.

His lack of ability to truly connect changed when he met Damien - a twist he certainly didn’t see coming in his life.

Danny fell in love hard with Damien - in a way he didn’t think he was capable of. It was a connection he didn’t think he would ever had with someone.

It shocked him when Damien finally revealed that he wasn’t human but was indeed a vampire. He took it in stride and after some thought, he accepted Damien for who he was. However, he made the other swear that he wouldn’t turn him. Under no circumstances, did Danny want to be turned into a vampire. It would be curse. Damien promised and the two continued their life together - happily.

But happiness is hardly ever long lasting. When Danny turned 33, he fell victim to the Black Death. He was on his deathbed and after saying his goodbye to his love, he was certain it would be the last. No amount of magic would heal him, and he had tried.

What Danny didn’t expect was to wake up and find out that Damien had gone against his word and turned him. Danny woke up livid when Damien confessed what he had done and he fought against completing the transition. He would rather die than become a vampire but Damien had left him no choice and forced him to finish the transition.

As soon as it was done, Danny lashed out. He hated Damien for what he had done and made sure the other knew it without a shadow of a doubt. He never wanted to see him again.

Fueled by deep rage and the inhuman power that came from being a vampire, Danny changed from who he had been as a human.

His sociopathic and temperamental traits had always been present but it was exacerbated by his new nature. Rather quickly, Danny shed any humanity he had and became one of the most lethal and ruthless vampires in history. His name was well known as was the torture, havoc and chaos he brought whenever he stepped foot into some place new.

Danny reveled in his destructive nature and despite initially hating what he had become, he now does love it and the power it brings.

The old human Danny has long been gone and anyone who knew it back from ancient times would fail to recognize him.

Throughout the years, he’s made it a point to never run into Damien but with every life he took, he hoped it would drive a stake through his ex-lover’s heart a little bit more with the knowledge that every life he took and tortured was because he had the audacity of turning him.

Danny has traveled throughout the world for most of his life.

Four hundred years ago, Danny ran into Syd Whitechapel - coincidentally, Damien’s older brother. The two had an instant spark of connection. They bonded over their deep desire for destruction and sadistic nature until love seemed to overtake them. They have been married since and though not the world’s healthiest or best marriage, it’s what worked for them. 

After spending so many years together, it’s not uncommon for the duo to part ways for a few months or a couple of years at a time. Mostly, to handle business the other has no interest in, and sometimes when they pissed each other off. Though, they keep in contact through texts and calls and through a spiritual bond they had a witch do on them. It keeps them connected despite the distance. 

Eventually, Danny grew bored and upon hearing that Damien was in Los Santos, he figured why not entertain himself by torturing him with his mere presence.

Danny has been in town for a month and has been lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect chance to strike down hell on his ex and everyone else in Los Santos.

headcannon.

Do not call him by his full name. He hasn’t been Daniel since ancient times and there is only one person who can still get away with it and that’s Damien - though he will pay heavily every time he dares to call him that.

Has a pretty bad temper and is sadistic to the core. A bored Danny is a dangerous Danny. His mind needs constant stimulation or he grows exceedingly restless and that leads to impulsive decisions that bring the sense of chaos and adrenaline he needs.

The kind of guy that can be ruled by his emotions (impulsivity) and thinks about things later.

Lower on the sociopathy scale so he’s able to feel some emotions at a higher intensity and comprehend to an extent but he prefers not to. He technically has a sense of right and wrong but blatantly doesn’t give a shit and would prefer to cause destruction at others' expense. 

When technology rolled around, Danny became fascinated with it. He has heavily invested in it since it’s creation and has become a tech wizard of sorts, going as far as becoming one of the most well-known hackers on the dark web, even if not known by his actual name. Mostly, he does it for fun because why the fuck not? Besides the illegal stuff he gets to pull on humans is downright ridiculous and sometimes, enjoyable.

He wears a silver band with the words partners in crime on his left ring finger - it’s his wedding band, handmade by his husband. 

Often is seen wearing a black leather jacket - also his husband’s as a token whenever they part ways for a period of time.

Fluent in English, German, Russian, Ukrainian, Spanish, and many other languages.

wanted connections

CLICK HERE FOR THE FULL LIST OF HIS WANTED CONNECTIONS

Fledglings (he’s probably turned a few vampires in his life time - probably the worst sire in the world lmao)

Younger Sister: The Anderson siblings would have had a difficult relationship. To an extent, Danny would have been protective of his sister. Whether that born out of genuine concern or love is up for debate. His sister would have had a front row seat at the earlier and maybe subtle signs that Danny had never fully been there in the head. The early sighs of lack of empathy, manipulation, and sadistic behavior. However, these were minimal and often went unnoticed. She would have been the only one who knew of his relationship with Damien back in ancient times.. We can discuss their dynamic afterwards. After turning, Danny might have gone to see her (did he turn her too out of spite? did she push him away? Who knows!)One thing is for sure, the Danny she grew up knowing is long gone and im here for any drama that comes from that. 

Enemies: Danny has no regard for right or wrong and whatever he does is born out of either spite, boredom or sadistic need. I would love to see an enemy relationship that bites him in the ass. Maybe a hunter born out of Danny’s killing their family? A resentful fledgling? 

One night stands

Flings

Drinking buddies

GIVE ME EVERYTHING