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dirtbaganders:

of course anderson felt archie whats his face dig into his pocket whilst he bobbed for apples. he worked in a strip club, for gods sake, many a scumbag tried to steal from him, and arthur whoever wasn’t an exception to this rule. he didn’t even need to hear his words for him to have clocked on. “i suggest you give me back my phone and fifty bucks before i call the cops.” he happened to be on good terms with a very good detective - he was sure anthony couldn’t say that. “a bit on the soft side, huh? your heads gonna be looking that sorta way if you don’t hand it over.” he warned, his eyes dangerously dark as he looked upon the blond.

part of the game was putting real effort into not getting caught, but then ash was always more inclined to break the rules. rolling his eyes at the threat, he retrieved the stolen items from his jacket pocket and brandished them at the stranger. “first off, it was actually sixty bucks and...” he glanced at the other item he’d stolen — a wallet —and scoffed. “...whatever the bloody hell you need this for, because it certainly isn’t to keep your sheckles safe, now is it?” he questioned haughtily, brandishing the wallet with a disapproving click of his tongue.

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mimismonroe:

mimi rested her back against the harsh, brick exterior of wisteria apartments, sparking up a cigarette. sundays were, and always had been, slow. slow wasn’t something mimi was a fan of. taking a drag from her cigarette, she watched the way the smoke danced away from her lips. the calm was shortlived as some guy in a rush jerked past, knocking the cigarette from her hands and into a puddle. “fuck.” she murmured, grabbing the pack from her pockets to find it empty. “good job asshole!” she shouted after the guy, collapsing back against the wall. maybe slow sundays weren’t all bad after all.

noticing a figure lurking next to her, mimi cleared her throat. “i’m not a total dick, i promise.”

he’d recognized the girl as someone who lived in the building. the guy who’d bumped into her and nearly knocked her to the damp pavement was a friend —sort of — on his way to chase after a pretty pedestrian and see if he could get her number. ash laughed as he practically stumbled after her, watching him disappear around the building right on the attractive woman’s heels. “no, but he is,” ash hadn’t really been paying attention to the smoker loitering beside the apartment building, save for a passing glance as his acquaintance very nearly plowed her over and completely ruined her cigarette break.

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dirtbaganders:

“alright, fine. but just remember, you asked for it.” anderson spoke, taking his bag off his shoulders and setting his coffee safely down nearby. people had already decorated for the halloween season, which was one of his favourites - so who was he to say no when he was challenged to an apple bobbing competition? he could hold his breath for an insane amount of time, and he was particularly talented in getting something into his mouth ( innuendo intented ). “you’ll only live to regret this, and then whatever other halloween oriented competition you have in mind, because i am the CHAMPION of halloween.” 

this guy — andrew or whatever, some bloke who lived in the building — seemed as though he’d just been waiting for someone to issue him an apple bobbing challenge. ash couldn’t be happier to oblige, what with opportunities like this coming only so often and all. the moment archibald or whoever had dunked his head into the water ash had slid his hand into the dolt’s pocket, grabbing whatever he could and tucking it on his person, all the while pretending to watch very closely as alexander attempted to catch an apple in his mouth. “and i am the champion of knowing a sucker when i see one,” ash smirked, voice rising a little as he nodded at one of the floating apples. “go for that one, mate. looks a bit on the soft side.”

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ohdelilah:

breathing heavily, blonde locks tangling in the harsh wind, delilah cursed herself under her breath as one of the two paper bags she was pressing to her chest was threatening to tip over a bit more with every rushed step she was forcing herself to take. maybe she shouldn’t have been cheap enough to tell herself the universe was sending her a sign to take better care of the environment and not to purchase a new one when her car broke down. maybe she should have at least granted herself a cab or uber when running errands of this dimension. but no, of course she had to play the strong, independent flower child who could handle all of her business by foot. in a fortunate twist of fate, delilah spotted the back of a potentially familiar head opening the door to their apartment complex, her pace once more increasing as much as still humanely possible. “hold the door please!” she barely managed to shout out, still a few steps away from the doorstep.

an unlit cigarette dangling between his lips, ash hadn’t even managed to get one full step into his building before realizing that he couldn’t find his lighter...and hearing a voice call out towards him. pausing the search through his pockets, he glanced back at the somewhat familiar blonde scurrying towards him with two armfuls of paper grocery bags. he jammed a boot beneath the door, keeping it open like she asked as he watched her approach. “i don’t suppose you’d have a lighter in one of those bags, would you, sweetheart?” his speech slightly slurred thanks to the cigarette in his mouth, ash didn’t bother with removing it and merely lifted a brow at the woman.

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hi there, petals! i’m sam, she/her, twenty years old, est timezone and i’m really excited to be here! i’ve been eyeing this rp for a little while now and lowkey i’m sorta nervous and i finally decided to apply! under the cut is gonna be some info about my trash son here so if you wanna learn some stuff about him and maybe do some plotting, check it out and please feel free to send me a message!

let’s start with his name because...yikes. it’s wigmund ashford iv but please just call him ash it’s so much better for everyone honestly. not even sure if he would answer were you to call him wigmund he might just knock you tf out right then and there

so, backstory! ash is from england literally for no other reason than because i’m weak for dom’s accent tbh. specifically, he’s from a very wealthy area and from a very prominent and prosperous family. his father, grandfather, great grandfather and so on have made quite a name in the field of academia; specifically, they’ve all been respected literature professors at one of the most selective private universities in the united kingdom. the plan was always for ash to follow in the footsteps of his father & forefathers, but being the rebellious problem child that he was, ash had absolutely no trouble pointing out that this future wasn’t what he wanted.

ash was basically raised by nannies and professors at his boarding schools — yes, plural, because my trash son here had a habit of getting kicked out school for any number of ridiculous offenses that he absolutely 100% committed.

in spite of not really caring about school, his father pulled some strings and got him into the appropriate university, aka the one his father chose for him (and had been funneling money into in order to secure ash’s place there practically since the day he was born).

but come on y’all know ash wasn’t about that life! he was gone the moment he had a chance. he’d been eyeing new york city for pretty much all his life and so that was where he first settled, but being the restless guy he is soon enough ash was ready to explore and has basically been drifting around the country since the age of eighteen. i feel like he’s been in los angeles for a little while but he only just moved into magnolia a week ago, so there are definitely some potential plots to be had for him!

aaaand now let’s talk about personality!

he’s trash

that’s it that’s all you need to know

nah okay fr he’s actually a genuinely good person despite some very rough edges. he can definitely come across as standoffish as he’s either very quiet or very LOUD. he plays and writes the music for a shitty local punk band because punk is his life. 

no really punk is his life. he’s always got on his leather jacket and combat boots even in ridiculous california heat he’s out there working it for the aesthetic™. he’s too sarcastic, his mouth gets him in trouble, he’s crass, he’s crude, he’s messy, (and capital m Messy) he’s a troublemaker, he’s perpetually late, and he’s always ready to fight

but hey he’s definitely got some good in him! he’s extremely protective and loyal, so if ash likes you then congratulations you officially have a bona fide guard dog at your beck and call becauuuuuse

looks like he could kill you and could actually kill you

nah for real he will fuck you up like he ain’t good at much but let nobody say that ash can’t beat the ever loving fuck outta someone whenever it strikes his fancy

he likes to flirt usually with pretty girls and can be very charming. he’s def one of those ‘charming bad boys’ ygm?

all of that being said, i do feel the need to reiterate that he really is a truly good person, it’s just really difficult to tell sometimes. i envision him as basically the human embodiment of chaotic good and by that i mean his mindset is essentially i’m not going to follow the rules, i’m going to do what’s right

i feel like i’ve gone on FOREVER so let me stop now. if you’re still listening to me atm let me just say WHY woW and feel free to message me if you’d like to plot! i’m honestly down for anything as far as connections go; i was thinking that maybe a distant cousin could be cool and i also have an idea for an on and off girlfriend or fling but i’ll probably send that one in as a wc to the main (lmk if you’re interested in that vague cousin plot though!) but yeah otherwise i’m honestly down for anything so please feel free to message me and say hello! i’m so excited to meet you all and write with everyone!

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