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fun fact ! i have a shitload of exams coming up soon , so i’m going to spend a few hours studying but after that , i’ll be doing replies , finishing off the closed starters i’ve promised people , updating the main & potentially introducing yet another new muse bc i am a mess !! wish me luck !
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INTRODUCING GREER LILITH TRETHEWAY !
everyone knows about the witch’s caravan . incense and crystal balls , tarot cards and a kind of spiritualism unseen in most ; born and raised here , never once has it seemed anything but perfect for you . a pocket full of fairy stones and tiny bottles of nail varnish , oil slick satin makes sharp contrast to denim and cotton and you l o v e it . everybody knows the witch’s caravan and its surroundings of succulents , but does anybody know the white witch herself ?
hi i love my daughter greer
raised by a bunch of hippies in the next town over. ( she got dumped at their doorstep. she has no clue who her birth parents were, or are, and she’s at peace with that. )
listens to precisely too much fleetwood mac and subsequently dresses like some kind of rip-off stevie nicks.
eversley’s local recycling queen. would live in a plastic bottle house if she could --- --- recycles everything.
works at nook ‘n’ cranny but lowkey wants to open a little fortune telling business.
absolutely convinced that she’s psychic. ( when she was 14, she predicted that she’d break her arm and the very next day, it happened. )
completely and utterly in love with new age spiritualism and all that jazz.
loves plants more than she loves herself.
genuinely a lovely person. slightly off-kilter, often stuck in dreamland, but lovely.
kind of gives off a luna lovegood vibe, tbh.
constantly smells like incense or sage.
vegan as all hell.
clever lady, tbh ?? makes her own jam, amongst other things. sometimes, if she makes extra ( which she always does ) she gives it out to people around town.
everyone thinks she’s stoned all the time, but she’s just weird.
queen of the crystals. her caravan is covered in crystals.
chose to live in a caravan over a house. liked the open-plan feeling that a caravan gave her.
weirdly soft-spoken. has this slightly eerie, dreamlike voice that sounds like it should belong to a child.
has never gotten angry once in her life. annoyingly calm.
complete weirdo, but a weirdo with a heart of gold.
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INTRODUCING DORIAN ULYSSES ROTH !
crushed velvet and a suitcase full of pawed - through novels , disdainful sneer perpetually lingers on highbrow features , cocked brow because this is not new york . you reveled in four am subway rides , lived for new cocktails every night — — confines are not your style . heavy kohl ; andy warhol , sylvia plath , salvador dali and truman capote keep you SANE in small places and god , don’t you wish you were home ? high - rises feel more like home than this .
once again ,,, oops
named after dorian gray and ulysses, the james joyce novel.
raised jewish, but now has loose connections to his faith.
rich boy extraordinaire. his mother is a new york socialite, his father owns a chain of hotels all over america and has recently branched out into real estate.
lives the kind of hedonistic lifestyle everyone wishes they could.
misunderstood rich boy extraordinaire. he comes off as a snotty brat but he’s just sad because he wasn’t paid attention to as a kid.
talk to him about art and literature and philosophy and he’ll light up.
wears an incredible amount of eyeliner, tbh. likes fucking around with makeup and gender roles.
currently living in eversley with an aunt and a cousin he hasn’t seen and had little to no knowledge of. believes he was ‘exiled’ because his spending was getting out of hand.
adores paperback novels. always has one in his little messenger bag that he carrries around.
kind of whiny, kind of adorable.
once he stops being a whingey little pissbaby, he’s fuckin hilarious and actually the coolest.
has a tattoo of dali’s melting clock on his wrist and van gogh’s starry night on his forearm. intends on getting many more tattoos - his next one is a bell jar, inspired by sylvia plath.
studied english lit at nyu and loved it.
his bedroom is essentially just a library. the boy loves books.
sad, lowkey goth, lowkey unhappy boy. someone make him happy.
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HE HASN’T BEEN SLEEPING . that much is evident from rumpled brunet tresses , from the fact that one can smell the coffee on his sweatshirt . even a rapid hand , pressed to suppress a yawn , is not enough to hide that he’s anything but exhausted but this has become ritual now . he finds comfort in this , enjoys the blonde’s company & it is this , ritual & a sense of camaraderie , that drives miles’ half - asleep frame to the library , satchel slung over one shoulder & weighed with the spoils of last week’s visit . ❛ metamorphasis was a read & a half . gotta love a bit of kafka , right ? ❜
☾ * → a starter for @researchstrange !
#♛ · ˚ ━ 003. ┋ 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙨. → prose. ❜#☾ * → miles & sandi !#hfjsfj forgive me if this is Shit
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HE IS NOT A MORNING PERSON . buttery sunlight usually garners frustrated curses when it streams through venetian blinds ; the cracks that litter his phone screen are the product of early - morning exercises in how far an iphone can sail across a room when its alarm refuses to quieten itself . black coffee ( three & a half sugars , no more , no less ) is the only thing that precipitates any kind of hap - hazard pleasantry . the L A C K of caffeine within his system is almost painful , it’s distressing & it’s got a jaded scowl painted HIGH upon bitten brims as the irishman stands , inked arms gathered tight over broad form of his chest whilst he waits , slow & agonising & it’s somewhere between watching his morning coffee coming into�� existence & letting tired pigments rest that lochlan becomes acutely aware of the other’s existence . ( the groan that escapes , rough & drained , is entirely uncalled for . ) ❛ shouldn’t Y O U be opening up today ? ❜
☾ * → a starter for @lackingdivinity !
#♖ · ˚ ━ 004. ┋ 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 ; 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘. → prose. ❜#☾ * → lochlan & beatrice !#S U R P R I S E : ~ )
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❛ YOU’RE NOT LISTENING !! ❜ vexation , evident in the shapes of furrowed brows & tight , sealed brims , reaches its peak as one palm crashes down ; unholy noise echoes whilst she fixes the other with a glacial glare . she’s vehement in nature , deeply ardent about changing the world for the better & the other’s derision alights her irascibility . ( in all honesty , it isn’t particularly hard. ) ❛ don’t you C A R E about what happens ? if we , as americans , can’t help refugees , then who else in the world will ?? australia ?? have you heard about australia’s treatment of asylum - seekers ? it’s atrocious ! ❜
☾ * → a starter for @mvsterpiecvs !
#�� · ˚ ━ 002. ┋ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 ‘𝐢’. → prose. ❜#☾ * → violet & tbd !#catch me sippin the tea @ my home country's own political system
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DISDAIN IS SPLASHED across gaunt features , inescapable & conspicuous in the shape of morose cocoa hues , in the disillusioned sneer that has yet to wipe itself off of a disgruntled mien . a distressed satchel rests against one leg whilst he scrutinises the view ; ( if he could BE any more appalled , he would be . )
❛ well , this has got to be the most depressing town i’ve ever had the misfortune of being exiled to . ❜ could he fit the pissed - off city kid archetype any more if he tried ??
#eversley:start#[ claire vc ] open starters give me anxiety#nd yet ... here i Am#dorian's intro isnt even up i Hate myself#✹ · ˚ ━ 005. ┋ 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 𝖎𝖓 𝖊𝖝𝖎𝖑𝖊. → prose. ❜
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Ezra Miller attends the European Premiere of ‘Batman V Superman: Dawn Of Justice’ at Odeon Leicester Square on March 22, 2016 in London, England.
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☾ * → ophelia ! ❜
‘ i’m willing to give you a round of free shots if you talk to me long enough to make the creep that’s staring by the pool tables take a fuckin’ hint, ’ ophelia prefaces, mulling over the weight of her request before tacking on, ‘ —- and nachos. ’
❛ I COULD DO A LOT MORE THAN TALK . ❜ subtlety is , perhaps , not the irishman’s greatest trait --- --- - incisors sink into ample shapes , brow cocked in the arch it tends to find itself forming into on a regular basis . ❛ you k n o w how much i love free alcohol . ❜
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SCUFFED NOVEL UNDER ONE ARM , broad grin etched upon carmine petals whilst the other raises in a frenzied wave ; delight ekes into periwinkle tones as quick steps lead her ever - closer to the other’s frame . usually , she’d be buried deep within antique walls of the library , highlighter in hand & biro caught between pearly whites but here she is , winsome grin a sight for SORE eyes against pale features .
❛ A L E X A N D E R ! i’ve been looking for you ----- - i thought you might like this . ❜ a copy of THE SCOTTISH PLAY is proffered , spindly digits still clasped tight . ❛ it has all my annotations , it might be good if you ever need to ... understand the character , i suppose ! ❜
☾ * → a starter for @crestxfallenx !
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sometimes open starters stress me out & give me anxiety so like this for a closed starter !
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i lowkey did the ooc page half when i was sober , half when i was tipsy so lmk if i fucked anything up ?
#✧ · ˚ ━ claire. ┋ 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟. → ooc. ❜#it is a thursday . why am i drinking#like im drinking tmrw night and thats ok bc its friday but#its t h u r s d a y
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