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𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐱
“What did burning flowers smell like? Something terrible, something holy?”
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.・゜゜・TASK: 001.・゜゜・
NAME / ALIAS: ari AGE: 20 TIMEZONE: est PRONOUNS: she or they YOUR CHARACTER’S FC: medalion rahimi FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?: mm i think blue sargent? my attachment to her is tenfold WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE?: chungking express FAVORITE TV SHOW?: no idea! i’m not the biggest tv person. all time fav is probably the x files. at the top of my head -- atm i really like skam, broad city, the act, nathan for you, etc. wild mix. FAVORITE VIDEO GAME?: night in the woods FAVORITE BOOK?: the secret history by donna tartt (lol) FAVORITE MUSICIAN/BAND?: too many!! mitski, big thief, spirit of the beehive, jay som, kelsey lu (stalk me on spotify) ZODIAC SIGN: libra sun cap moon scorpio rising babey MBTI: infj ANY OTHER THINGS YOU’D LIKE TO LINK?: here’s my pinterest! WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE HAPPEN AT WATERSHED IN TERMS OF EVENTS, TASKS & OTHER FUN THINGS?: everything n anything i’m here to have the Time Of My Life ARE YOU OKAY WITH MEMBERS MESSAGING YOU TO CHAT PLOTS & THE ROLEPLAY?: yes! ANYTHING ELSE?: i love u all
#water:task001#i need to write a poem or smthn to get me in the mood to actually Write Write but in the meantime? msg me if u need anything!#smiles weakly from this depression#water:task
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𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬
“Do you know what a ghost looks like? / It looks like blood.”
#✧・゚: look at me and see the fangs in my smile ☾ aes#water:task003#water:task#water:talk#still procrastinating :)#body image tw#ignore the fact that aleta hates both pearls and roses
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IN GENERAL: They unknowingly distributed tampered drugs to their clients.
TW: drug use / overdose / death
IN DETAIL: It’d been going on for a couple of months -- they’d get them from the manufacturers, then distribute them out to the dealers. A middle man, that was all. A quick buck, cheap thrill, no logic behind their doings. They had the money already -- didn’t need more, but Cain found himself falling into the cliche. Untouchable golden boy playing with fire, tempting fate, all for the fun of it. Looking back -- it’s like the beginning of his descend from his perch-like throne. This is where Cain starts. This is where Cain ends. He’d gotten a new offer, a new boss of sorts -- different drugs, higher price -- why not? Expanding the business was all part of the fun; that was why he’d gone into business, hadn’t it? For the fun? To be a Wall Street crony? Wasn’t this just part of it all -- part of the bigger picture? They never tried the drugs they were distributing -- weren’t for him, better to keep a clear mind, to be at the top of your game. It wasn’t until the first overdose that they had actually suspected much at all; even then, it was easy to dismiss. Overdoses happened, it wasn’t out of the ordinary. Unease weighing on his shoulders, but discarded; already onto the next venture. Two, three more happened over the course of a few weeks -- a pit in his stomach, growing. When one too many overdoses took a dark twist and ended in someone’s death -- that was when Cain felt the need to confront his dealer. He hadn’t been the one to alter the drugs -- but he distributed them to the dealers, who then sold them -- accomplices, the lot of them. Accomplices to murder. Confrontation was the wrong move; broken ribs later told Cain -- lesson learned. The most he could do was cut ties with the manufacturer and move on. A selfish move but the only smooth path; headlines flash behind their eyes -- SENATOR’S SON CAUGHT IN DRUG SCANDAL -- DEATHS CONFIRMED. His ribs ached at the thought. His ribs still ache at the thought.
DOES ANYONE ELSE KNOW THIS SECRET?: Only the people involved in the ordeal.
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOUR CHARACTER HAS TO HIDE?: They’re hiding the fact that they’re a bastard in order to maintain their family’s reputation.
#water:task#water:task002#✧・゚: am i a monster or is this what it means to be a person? ☾ tasks#overdose tw#death tw#yikes king !
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𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳é 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤.
all you need is 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚
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task 002 - triggers for ICE and detainment below.
IN GENERAL: He’s married.
IN DETAIL: Just three days shy of Teddy’s 18th birthday, a close friend and fellow senior at Teddy’s high school returned home to find that ICE had raided her place and that their parents were currently being detained. Obviously aware of what this could mean for her, she sought comfort from the last person she’d been with, who just so happened to be Teddy. Despite being in New York since she was just 3 months old, she was still terrified that she would be sent back to La Paz, Mexico. Of course, Teddy’s idea was for them to get married to grant her a green card and keep her safe. Seeking refuge in the Lawrence household for the next few days, two days after Teddy turned 18 the two of them went down to city hall and sealed the deal. Even though the two don’t talk nearly as much anymore, they’re still ‘happily married’, and probably will be for a long time.
DOES ANYONE ELSE KNOW THIS SECRET?: Three of Teddy’s siblings; James, Maggie, and Michael. No one else, not even Teddy’s adopted parents, know.
#water:task#water:task002#KSDNGLKDSGOH#this is genuinely more hysterical to me than anything else its not even#a wild secret#bt its such a teddy secret#this is also the only situation where i'd be able to use tht gif which is a fcking shame#bc his fit in the snl promo vid is a facking Lerk!#also disclaimer i straight up do not know any logistics abt getting married in new york i jst kno u can legally do it at 18#w/o parental consent so . that's that on that.#ICE tw#???#detainment tw#?????????????#neen n i went over wht to tag this as fr like 20 mins jst now so lemme kno if . u need a diff tag or something :B
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WATER TASK 004.
the watershed moment. trigger warnings ;; physical, emotional abuse, violence.
the sun had already set when the male reached his dormitory and made his way up to his place. with his hands and arms full of canvas, he was struggling to get to his keys in the pocket of his jacket. a palette slid out of his grasp, creating a loud noise in the hallway and one could hear him mutter 'fudge' if anyone had been around. but no one was, the dorms were like the quiet before a storm, and it was ironic that he had thought that. castiel managed to put down some of the stuff he had used for his work, enjoying the last few days of painting in new york before the exciting trip to amsterdam, and get the key inside of his door to unlock it. the male stood still for a moment as the door soflty swung open, making a small noise.
his heart started beating faster after the sight of him definitely having locked the door in the morning slid past his mind. his first thought was watershed. someone had broken into his dorm and he had to get out of there as soon as possible. "castiel?" his name was suddenly spoken inside of his room, he could barely recognize the voice because of the obvious angry tone in it and wouldn’t if it wasn't for the familiar accent.
"father?" the male couldn't believe his ears, so he left his stuff laying on the ground in the hallway and rushed inside of his dorm. his heart was beating even faster than when he had assumed that someone dangerous had broken inside. "you didn't call me, it's a mess here- i- my roommate-" the male started rambling as his eyes wandered around the room, taking in the appearance of it. he didn’t have a roommate, that was quite obvious. god, his father wasn't an idiot, castiel knew that. whatever explanation he could come up with would just embarrass him further.
"keep quiet for christ's sake. you'll only talk when i ask you something," his father fumed with anger as he closed one of castiel's sketchbooks with a noise and threw it on the ground, standing up from the couch.
their relationship has always been cold and distant, but cas had never experienced his father speaking like that to him. he knew there was a different side to him, one that he liked to hide, one that was aggressive and impatient, but always present when it came to his work. despite him preaching about values and spending time with his family, this was all just a formality of the perfect life that he had always wanted. the second his company had a problem, it was that over everything else in the world. castiel’s first reaction was to feel disappointment in himself, he felt like he was deserving of his father's anger for the lies and closed the door behind him. he must have found out everything, these words repeated in castiel's mind over and over again, and it made him feel anxious and frightened.
"you've been lying to our faces for three whole years," his father started taking confident steps towards him, the anger written all over his features. "i have worked my ass off for you ever since you were born, and this is how you repay me? i've given you everything and never asked for anything in return except for getting the education to be able to step in my place one day," he spat out. "anyone would be grateful to be in your place."
"father, you never wanted to listen to what i wanted," castiel got out before swallowing hard.
"shut the hell up!" the man screamed, raising his hand and throwing a punch towards castiel's face. cas lost his balance hitting the wall as he hadn’t seen that coming, but he was managed to hold himself up, breathing deeply, attemtping to contain his own emotions. "listen to yourself, you coward. when have you ever told me what you wanted!? no, no, instead you went behind my back and wasted my hard-earned money on pursuing this!" he yelled with disgust, pointing at the walls of his dorm, fully covered in sketches and canvas that took cas hours, resources and help of other people to finish. castiel couldn't even look at his father who had stretched out his hand once again, running it against the wall and dropping all of the work that it had touched this time. the male was too shocked to comprehend the hurt he was feeling. but some part of him knew he was simply experiencing what he had been trying to avoid since he was a little boy. this was why cas had done everything his father ever told him to do, until now.
“you’re a disgrace,” he went on, making it hard for castiel to hold his tongue. “i don’t consider you my son.” this was the most his father had spoken to him in ever. truly the only way cas could make him care enough to speak to him was if he did something wrong, and he wasn’t the type to rebel and cause a lot of trouble, even now. even if his father felt as though he was ruining his whole life, but cas didn’t feel sorry for lying to him anymore, not after he had showed his true face and been aggressive. castiel considered it unfair to be punished for not doing something that his father wanted him to do, but he didn’t want to do, especially after being he had been nothing but cold towards him his whole life. his father didn’t give a damn about cas lying to him. the male could do anything for all he cared, as long as it didn’t shatter his picture perfect family business plan and didn’t put him in a situation of uncertainity when it came to the most important thing in the world for him. which was quite obviously his work.
“thank god,�� castiel gathered some confidence to add and look the man in the eye after pressing his palm against his pulsing cheek for a second. he couldn’t recognize either of them in this situation and it was scary, how quickly his thoughts and feelings towards something and someone could change. but that small comment had been a bad decision and he realized that, after feeling his back hit the wall once again. “non stai andando ad amsterdam!” he exclaimed storming out of castiel’s dorm room, because wishing a safe flight wasn’t exactly in his father’s style.
castiel let out a loud sigh dropping to his knees to gather up the scattered paper and canvas that had fallen from the walls. the male never truly felt like he was lacking anything from his father as he was aware he was priviledged and most people had less than he did, but this interaction left him with not only a forming black eye that he had forgot to put an ice pack on, but also an utterly empty feeling. he pushed away all the negative emotions caused by this interaction and the feeling of uselessness, as he made the decision to get rid of all of his old art work that were decorating his room. it was the absolute perfect timing for a fresh start since he had a flight to pack for.
#tw abuse#tw emotional abuse#tw violence#water:task#water:task004#this was trash but i had to get it out before ams
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task#004. the watershed moment.
it’s a dividing point, from which things will never be the same.
trigger warnings; transphobia, self harm, weapons, and suicide attempt. pls read w/ caution.
i. bands.
every time he feels that thing, he pulls back. his friends make comments about how she’s trigger happy; the sounds of the snaps becoming more rampant. of course, he laughs it off and says its a silly bet, says that it’s how he plays to get in the book of world records. it gets worse as he sits at his dinner table, slurs dripping a putrid hatred into his veins. should he laugh along with them? act like it’s nothing more than crazy when he feels the same way they do? is something like this so bad? if snapping a band is like classic conditioning, why isn’t it working?
ii. scissors.
he used to play with them to cut out paper snowflakes to hang around his room or make origami birds, but now he uses them to trim. strand after strand, his hair falls down into the sink and all he can do is look at the aftermath of what he’s done and cry with joy. it’s short lived, the bathroom door creaking open and his mother’s mouth opening wide with shock. he can’t find the words to explain what she sees in front of her, that her little girl might really be a boy as his hair is gone and his chest is bound by a scarf. this will be his last night home.
iii. blades.
he’s used this many times to perform his nightly rituals, but this time it’s different. not a punishment but a relief in his mind, a means of escaping. just inhale, and exhale. pull it down and it’ll be fine. he can’t do it though, after everything he still can’t do it. he presses lightly, enough to start before pulling back. he tries to convince himself that in some light, this wouldn’t matter. it didn’t matter ten minutes ago, he’s only being a coward. why is he scared now? finally, regret drips from his point of pressure and he simply drops his weapon before pulling his legs to his chest. today is not the day.
iv. knives.
he can’t hold one anymore because of the sudden urge that fills his veins. an undeniable urge that he’s felt for years, one that seems to only be strengthening. it’s something he has to put down as soon as he’s done using, eyes avoiding its power as he clenches his fist. it would be too much, she didn’t deserve to walk into the aftermath of that. he’s pulled out of his thoughts as she looks to him, eyes focusing on his features. her words are simple, “are you okay,” but they hold so much meaning. he can’t even answer before he starts to cry, hiding his face with his hands. he expects a strong tone, for that very same venom he felt years ago to sink into his veins and finally be the thing that sets him off but instead he gets an embrace.
v. shears.
the sun is on his skin, head in the clouds. days like these have been few and far between for many years but something about this one stands out. his fingers carefully avoid thorns as he stares at this rose, glancing over to his aunt. the question he presents her is simple: “would you mind if i took this one?” all she does is smile at him, as if she knows something he does not before cutting it off. he will keep this, each petal going into a jar that he takes with him to remind himself of these days.
#water:task004#water:task#transphobia tw#self harm tw#suicide tw#suicide attempt tw#weapons tw#his other one was lowkey a hot mess and i dont think it stands well so!#also be careful like nothing is in excruciating detail but i dont want anyone to get triggered#bUT ANYWAY#IDK#I WORKED REALLY HARD ON THIS#I MADE MYSELF CRY
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𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢
“But in the end, stories are about one person saying to another: This is the way it feels to me. Can you understand what I’m saying? Does it feel this way to you?”
#✧・゚: i am lightning and starlight ☾ aes#✧・゚: i will not set fire to myself to keep you warm ☾ tasks#water:task#water:task003#water:talk
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cleo sahar
“AND I? I DRINK, I BURN, I GATHER DREAMS.”
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NAME / ALIAS: allison
AGE: 19
TIMEZONE: est
PRONOUNS: she/her
YOUR CHARACTER’S FC: dylan sprayberry
FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?: probably kai parker
WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE?: cruel intentions
FAVORITE TV SHOW?: supernatural maybe idk i watch a lot of shows
FAVORITE VIDEO GAME?: dishonered
FAVORITE BOOK?: i hate everyone but you
FAVORITE MUSICIAN/BAND?: idk i really like NF
ZODIAC SIGN: Aquarius
MBTI: ISTP
ANY OTHER THINGS YOU’D LIKE TO LINK?: this is my favorite vine
WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE HAPPEN AT WATERSHED IN TERMS OF EVENTS, TASKS & OTHER FUN THINGS?: i’m not sure right now but i’m rllyy excited
ARE YOU OKAY WITH MEMBERS MESSAGING YOU TO CHAT PLOTS & THE ROLEPLAY?: yes definitely i can probably plot on like whatever you want on here discord, idk snap whatever
ANYTHING ELSE?: not that i can think of
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❝ and maybe i’m too busy being YOURS
to fall for somebody new . . . ❞
dakota sampson - #002 : secrets.
IN GENERAL : He started an affair with a married pastor on the exact night before his wedding - and they still hook up every few weeks.
IN DETAIL :
Dakota never liked church. He didn’t believe in God , he didn’t enjoy sitting still for an hour or so listening to a Kermit the Frog-voiced priest preach about gibberish he’d never remember. But he still went - even when he was an adult , he was still dragged along to it. But normally , he had someone to catch his eye : Tatiana. And when they were both twenty-one and Tatiana was dating some other guy , maybe Dakota tried to put his mind elsewhere.
Pastor Thomas was 23 and handsome and definitely got along well with Dakota when they talked. He’d often jokingly voice about saving the wayward youth from his disbelief in God , and happily engaged to his girlfriend , he started a friendship with the Sampson’s eldest. But friendship quickly led to the pastor bringing Dakota to his house the night before , and leaving kisses on his neck and still talking about making him see God led to something more than friendship.
The next day , he was married. Dakota thought it was a one-night thing , maybe a celebration of Thomas’ last night as a bachelor. But it was not.
Their meetings were always in secret , and more often than not , in the private areas of the church. Dakota , still hung-up on Tatiana , often saw the meetings as a distraction. And more often than not he didn’t try to talk to the wife when coming across her in church. A nice lady , definitely - loved her husband. Dakota would desperately try to learn as least as possible about her to diminish the guilt of being the other man.
It got even worse when she announced to the church she was pregnant this past December , now five months along and the affair still continuing behind her back. It’s an awful thing , to think of destroying a newly developing family like the homewrecker you are.
It’s wrong , yes. But somehow Dakota finds himself still answering yes whenever that familiar name proposes a “get-together” , and every time he says it’ll be the last.
But it never is.
DOES ANYONE ELSE KNOW THIS SECRET? : Nope !! Nobody except the pastor he’s fucking.
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOUR CHARACTER HAS TO HIDE? : Uhhh , yeah. We’re gonna organize this neatly and make a list :
Wrote Tatiana love letters planning to elope with her in December , but then cut off all plans since he wanted to stay behind and look after Jackie. ( Tatiana had all the letters in her dorm , parting gifts from Dakota when they cut it off. And Dakota thought she was being genuine - she wasn’t. He was being led on , again. He still has a ring he planned to give her. )
On his 21st birthday , he saved up enough money to spend on a weekend trip to Las Vegas. There , he got married to a total stranger he partied with that night , and only found her and divorced her a month later.
Witnessed his cousin fall to his death when he and Jackie were still teenagers. It was an innocent climbing trip , gone horribly wrong - but he and Jackie covered it up and didn’t report anything to the police or 911. The body was discovered and they are still not connected to it. ( Jackie knows about this one. )
#( &. task || all the pretty visitors came and waved their arms and cast a shadow of a snakepit on the wall#water:task#water:task002#cheating tw#death tw
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BRIDGET MATUSIAK / TASK OO2.
IN GENERAL
She writes erotic fanfiction starring her and all of her friends.
IN DETAIL
It started with Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Bridget’s mom Alice had never been big into film, but her second husband Gilly was a big-boned guffawing idiot of a man who’d have happily spent every hour of the day chugging beer and watching B movies if he didn’t have to run a garage. It’s perhaps why Bridget’s still so into shitty low-budget films now, despite being a film major. When she was around eleven years old, Bridget and her step-dad watched Bill and Ted together, and it was like their music not only brought harmony to the universe but also triggered the sexual awakening of a pre-pubescent girl.
She was smitten with Bill S. Preston, found herself lying awake at night thinking about him in his cute 80s crop-top, found herself drifting off at school in fantasies of Bill abducting her from class and taking her on a trip through time and space in his travelling phonebox to teach her the mysteries of the universe and how to play bass. She even feared she didn’t have a shot with Bill because she wasn’t an English princess, so for a brief period in middle school she adopted a British accent and made everyone refer to her as Beatrice. So consumed by these thoughts of Bill, she felt that if she didn’t get them all down, she’d simply expolode, and so at at eleven years old Bridget wrote her first intergalactic fanfiction starring herself and Bill.
By twelve, her and Bill were married with three half-human half-alien hybrid children. At this point, Bridget’s mother had left, and she was placed in care while her step-father was rehabilitated for alcohol abuse. It was around this age that Bridget began to watch porn, having found it in the search history of her foster brother’s laptop, and quickly became obsessed with the idea of sex. Rather than ask anyone about it, she started write a second collection of adventures with Bill that detailed their intergalactic intercourse to attempt to understand the urges she was having, not only for Bill, but for other fictional figures as well. From then on it was a slippery slope through Lord of the Rings dungeon porn to Brock from Pokemon keeping her behind in the gym for extra tuition.
She began publishing her erotic fanfictions under a pseudonym on AO3, pretending to be a stay-at-home Mom named Wendy, though her stadard of writing was clearly the work of an inexperienced but well-read child. Her pre-teen years were dominated by Twilight smut and One Direction Imagines, trawling the internet for synonyms for ‘thrust’. When she began to develop real crushes on actual people in her class, it became a kind of therapy. She worked through her urges with pieces of long, My Immortal style fanfic about Mickey From Calculus or Chris From The Bus Stop. By the time Bridget was fourteen and actually having sex on the soggy tiled floor of a swimming pool changing room, she felt thoroughly prepared -- almost disturbingly so -- earning herself the name of something of a sex goddess on the playground, and willing to teach any boy who’d lend her a game for her Nintendo.
The habit followed her into adulthood. It seemed harmless, and when approaching the topic of her constant sexual preoccupations in therapy, it was almost encouraged as a way of processing her sexuality and confronting the urge in a safe and self-sufficient way. At sixteen, women began to appear in her fanfics, starting with Arwen and soon growing to encompass Princess Leia, Katniss Everdeen, and Kitty Pryde from X-Men. From her late teens onwards, Bridget began to catologue her fictions by genre, creating a library that spanned from the hand-scrawled passages of a confused child to the fine-tuned erotic novellas of a sexually-developed young adult. While many of her fanfics are now stored either on an external hard drive or stashed the wardrobe of her Colorado trailer home, the more recent editions are saved on her desktop for later editing. Chances are, if Bridget has ever had a personal relationship with you, you’ll appear at some point in her archive of erotica, however platonic the relationship may seem.
DOES ANYONE ELSE KNOW THIS SECRET?
While Cori was looking through Bridget’s laptop for an image to post on her facebook timeline for her birthday, she discovered a folder of Bridget’s fanfiction, assorted by student. There are several featuring Lana, one or two about Ophelia, even a Josh one. Bridget knows these could affect her relationships with her friends big time if they found out she’s been secretly god-modding fictional sex with them, so she made Cori promise not to tell anyone.
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOUR CHARACTER HAS TO HIDE?
Everyone already seems to know she’s into pegging and kinky roleplay so not really xo Bridget’s a very open book. She tries to be cool and mysterious but tells her whole lifestory to anyone who’ll listen because she loves getting attention as validation that she is living and breathing on this bitch of an earth.
#tw hypersexuality#water:task#water:task002#this is the worst thing i have ever written in my life smite me down now
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𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯
“the Lord looked very hard at Cain and said, ‘that mark on your forehead has grown bigger.’”
#water:task#water:task003#✧・゚: they try to save me but i’m too far gone ☾ aes#✧・゚: am i a monster or is this what it means to be a person? ☾ tasks#water:talk#bout time i do this
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IN GENERAL: andré is an accomplice to kidnapping
**trigger warnings for child abuse, abduction, kidnapping, and arson
IN DETAIL: andré’s parents always wanted another kid. it’s not that they thought andre wasnt enough, or that their family was incomplete... they just wanted andre to have someone to run around with and grow up with. they loved children so much. but they were a bit older, and it was hard enough for them to have andre, let alone another kid. adoption was a long, hard process, and everything just seemed against them. when andre was 11, a new family moved in on their dingy little apartment complex. it was a man, and his son. the man was worn, and drunk, the boy wore tattered clothes, and was dirty most days. but he smiled so brightly, and genuinely, andre and his parents adored the boy. andre finally had someone to play with, even though the boy was 9- it was still nice, because andre felt like an older brother. most nights, andre and his parents would sit at the dinner table and listen to the man next door yell at his son, throw bottles, or drink himself into unconsciousness. most days, the boy would appear with a new bruise or scar, but a smile nonetheless. even andre, young, and naive, realised something wasn’t quite right. andre’s parents began to call the police, and social services. it was hard, though. the police seemed to know the man quite well, and found there wasn’t much they could do, as they didn’t have any proof of abuse, and the boy didn’t talk much. social services always announced when they were coming over, and gave the man enough time to clean up his act for the day and act like a doting father. and andre and his parents had no choice but to watch for months as this little, sweet boy was abused and mistreated, and nobody was doing anything to help him. andre doesnt know exactly what happened. but one night, his parents shook him awake, in alarm, and said they needed to go right away. andre smelt smoke. he was confused as he sat up in the bed, and realised that their neighbour had drunkenly fallen asleep with his cigarette in his lap, and lit the building on fire. they were all going to die. as him and his parents sprinted out of the building, andre realised his mum was holding onto the neighbour boy. he seemed to just fit there, perfectly. that night was the catalyst. it changed everything. that was the night they all smelled like smoke, and knew enough was enough. their things had burned down, they had no insurance, but at least they had each other. they packed what little things they had left, bundled into the car, and left. and took the little neighbour boy with them. years have passed since then, and that boy- drew- is every bit a part of their family as ever. he’s andre’s younger brother. he’s their child. their son. their loved one. nobody ever came looking for him, nobody ever cared for him. but now andre and his parents do, and will, every day for the rest of their lives. they have no regret, they know they did the right thing, in the end. and andre will make sure he carries this secret, and protects his family, to the grave.
DOES ANYONE ELSE KNOW THIS SECRET?: his parents, and that’s it.
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOUR CHARACTER HAS TO HIDE?: he’s a real romantic nerd.. but thats not even a secret ADKJKJBF. he also actually has a lil program he does (this is based off the perfect date dkjfnjdk), where he- u guessed it- is a perfect date for people. basically, he’s like the Boyfriend Project. when ppl need a date for a night, or want just someone nice, they can hire him. it’s strictly NOT sexual, it’s just that he’s a good guy and needs the extra money to send back home, so he decided to just offer his friendly boyfriend services to anyone who may need them. this isnt that big of a secret but i imagine a lot of his ‘clientele’ wouldnt wanna be revealed??
#kidnapping tw#child abuse tw#fire tw#arson tw#me : laughs awkwardly#anyways...#this is written terribly but thats showbiz baybee!#water:task#water:task002
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WATER TASK 002.
the secret. trigger warnings ;; blackmail, mentions of crime and aggression.
IN GENERAL: he’s lying to his parents about his major.
IN DETAIL: both of his parents are extremely ambitious and worked their asses off starting at around his age to provide castiel the life that he now has. they value work, determination and are definitely the sort of people who see failures as lessons and all that good stuff, which cas lacks. his parents hearts are in the right place for the most part, as busy as they are, they’re not power hungry. they still spend time with their family and have great values when it comes to it. but they see their company as their second child, and assume that castiel is just like the two of them, when it’s not the case. cas has always wanted to pursue his passion for painting and street art, and he’s always been to scared to voice it out, because he knows his parents wouldn’t understand him. and ever since he was little he’s always been closer to his mother than his father, as he treated his son more as an asset, successor, an heir to his company. their relationship has always been a bit shallow and consists of very casual small talks, the perfect father and son conversations you see on tv, so castiel is scared to take his stand for the first time ever and destroy his father’s dream. he has every reason to think it might bring out a bad side in his father that he’s never seen before, because although he’s a CEO of a rapidly growing company, he was once a troubled kid, coming from a very bad family, with aggressive and criminal tendencies. so castiel has gone to large extents to keep this secret from everyone.
DOES ANYONE ELSE KNOW THIS SECRET?: the only person who ever found out his secret was tatiana and it’s only because she listened in on his phone conversation with his father. cas and her were once friends, or at least he considered her one. that quickly changed when she found out his secret and decided to blackmail him (e.g. by making him do things like forcing him to flirt with her friends, letting her crash at his place, borrowing his /very/ expensive car, making him her personal designated driver etc).
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOUR CHARACTER HAS TO HIDE?: ekhem, so he’s probably in love with every single girl who has ever smiled at him. also, he’s the person who leaves sticky notes with compliments on them around the lecture halls and is the secret santa or valentine to multiple people. that’ll be all, adios!
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