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iriidescxnt:

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❝ ok but hear me out- ❞ seni gestures in a wide manner, nearly falling off of morpheus’s back as he perches cross-legged atop the horse.  ❝ what if the roles were reversed; what if guys had the naturally thick asses, right? like who doesn’t want a peach, c’mon now-❞ there’s a giddy look in his eye as he reaches for another cookie present on the plate so unceremoniously balanced on his lap, a twinkle of mischief present on his expression as the trainer peers down intently at the other.❝ like tell me i’m wrong. come on, tell me!❞

—  ❀❀❀ — 𝓷𝓸𝓽 even trying to hide the chuckle the other’s words got out of her, adriana raised a manicured hand to brush off his exclamation, “ you are not wrong, as a matter of fact, ” she began, ever so amused by seni’s agile movements atop morpheus, even though she’d seen it so many times before. “ everyone wants a thick, round peach--- and i’m sorry you were born into a genetically struggling body, ” the humour in her voice clear as day as she offered her hand in a silent plead for cookies, raising a bit higher due to his height ( and her lack thereof ), “ and that’s why i’m saying !!  you wanna go all out on your squats and hip thrusts. ”

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astrcds:

astrid never really got used to paris at night. there was a certain energy to the city that made every little shadow feel alive. astrid lets herself imagine a life where she stays here for a while. where she comes home to a place of her own rather than a hotel room. her reverie, however, is cut short when she reaches for her cigarettes, only to find that she has forgotten her lighter. cursing under her breath, she walks around the perimeter until she spots a figure in the dark. “hey-- you got a lighter i can use?” 

—  ❀❀❀ — 𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓭 boots rested crossed on the road as adriana sat on the sidewalk ;;; with random thoughts spiraling inside, she thought about how, in a slightly dark street, there was a single street lamp lighting up some building’s beautiful floral frontispiece. it was late but she could spend the whole night gazing at the roses. however, astrid’s voice striked up as a distraction that adri welcomed ( she wouldn’t mind spending the whole night gazing at her either ). at the mention of a lighter, she patted her jacket pocket to find what she looked for but waved it around for a few seconds in a teasing manner, “ i’ve got a lighter, yes--- i don’t know if you can use it, though. what’s in it for me ?? ”

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hi everyone ! i’m ali ( she/her ) and i’m super excited to write with you all !! you can see a few muse posts [HERE] and a pinterest thingy [HERE] ! i still have to come up with a little more detailed bio but i’ll gladly give a lil more of info on this bunny right here so we can plot away. hmu or give this a cheeky like so i can come to you pleATHE !!! :~)

☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙  / becky g, 22, she/her, cisfemale / ⟶ welcome to the big top adriana flores! i heard that you go by flor and that you’re twenty-two and an aerialist? that’s pretty impressive, considering you’ve been with the circus for five years. i heard people say you were vibrant and altruistic, but also irascible and insecure, and that you remind them of cherry red lips, calloused manicured fingers, midnight motorcycle rides. guess we’ll see if it’s true, eh?

ok everyone so ! adriana goes by adri or dri too if you’re close to her and she doesn’t mind being called by her stage name ( flor ) if it’s ur cup of tea either. she was born to a single mom in guadalajara, her dad basically bailed when he learned her ma was expecting and it’s been the two of them against the world ever since. she was still a little three year old when her mother decided to cross the border and try a better living in the us. so with the help of her grandparents, they settled in texas and began living a day after the other, trying to make something of themselves. working with a small child and not being fluent was near impossible;; so when her mother got offered a maid position in some rich family’s house, the thompsons, she didn’t think twice before accepting.

so that’s where she spent her whole childhood. her mother worked around the house ( so big adriana was sure it was the biggest house to ever exist ), and she would help her mother out for as long as she could remember. she had never really talked to her mother’s bosses, knowing better than to stand in their way. she'd see around the house once or twice the pair of twin sons -- five or six years older than her -- but they’d never play together. adriana would only play in the small room she shared with her mom, praying she would finish soon so she could have company and play too. 

middle school was when things started to change and somehow she began going to a private school. she knew that it was either mr. or mrs. thompson’s doing, since her mother couldn’t exactly afford sending her to a place like that--- uniforms, countless text books, gymnastic and french classes. growing up, she began to understand how different from one another was the gazes mr and mrs. thompson would shoot towards her mother. she began to realize there was lust in the former while there was disgust in the latter. her mother would never discuss anything regarding the couple, and it didn’t matter how many times she would ask. high school rolled around and all the names she’d be called at school would get worse. somehow, someone found out that mr thompson was cheating on his wife and of course, it had to be with the help. people would ask, how filthy was she? how dared she? why weren’t you just grateful there was a roof over your head?

her senior year couldn’t be more troubled. her mother encouraged her to keep studying and not minding whatever could come in her way. she’d say, “ you’ll graduate. and you’ll do so much more than me. ” and adriana felt like she owed her mother so. so she studied hard and managed to graduate with flying colors. it wasn’t a happy day, however--- a month prior, her mother had passed away of a heart attack, at least that’s what she was informed by the paramedics when she arrived in the thompson’s after school one day. that was when mr thompson began to talk to her. he sat her down and talked. said he would help her with whatever she needed, that she could trust him. so naively, she did. he asked her to go to the graduation ceremony and there’s a stupid picture of her in a gown with them. like she’s a part of that hollow family. she regrets it everyday.

it wasn’t long until she figured out mr thompson expected favors. and mrs. thompson expected a punching bag. they’d say she needed to be grateful. that she attended the same schools the twins did and that she had them to be thankful for. adriana knew that she needed to get out. and that’s what she did. at age seventeen, she ran away with nothing but a bag and the few things she owned with the regret of not burning down that picture before she left. 

she tried to make her way to california and once she did, she saw an audition being held--- cirque de la luna. she said, why not? and that was how she got in. if her mother wanted her to have a better life, than that’s what she would get. being in the air made her feel free, performing made her feel appreciated. there was something about being seen as strong, as someone talented. she found what she was good at and she persued it. aerial hoop is her main performance and it’s when she feels the best about herself, although she’s been getting into tightrope recently. it’s been five years that she’s been on the road with la luna and she could easily say they’re the closest thing she’s got to a family. she never really properly mourned her mother’s death and it’s a ghost that always comes back to haunt her, in her dreams and in her waking. still, adriana leans on her stage persona ( flor, who’s confident, who’s sure of herself and no one can harm ) to try and let go or her own insecurity and loneliness. 

i’ve written way too much already bUT she’s a babe and would probably lovE ( or hate a lil bit OoOO ) everyone so pls let’s plot!!! here’s a few connections i’d like to see for adri but plEASE keep in mind i’m open for anything!!! 

best friend/ride or die --- someone she trusts with her life and who probably knows her the best. 

exes --- they could have broken up on good or bad terms ! we can discuss!!

fwb --- someone who she booty calls every once in a while but is too scared to let herself get attached to.

frenemies --- i’m guessing someone who doesn’t really like the way she copes and how she could sound cocky sometimes?? or someone who she banters a lot with, it’d be fun !

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“Loneliness is my monster,”

— Enrique Lihn, tr. by Jonathan Cohen, from The Dark Room; “On Loneliness,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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