#hmu im a hoe for plots

[mythvoiced]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

NAME?: Len, Lena, Lenlen, anything with that you can think of~

PRONOUNS?: any~ saw Winter on dash go 'agender hoes rise up' so this is me rising up--

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: primarily discord, IMs and I have just... we never hit it off, and with the way the notification thing keeps glitching-- i'll keep the chat open in that circle to not forget to reply, but i'll never know when something new comes in bc the notification disappears if you have the bubble thing there, which means if i do reply it takes me so long to realize i've been replied back-- BUT i mean ofc hit me up on IMs if you don't have my discy i will try to be THERE

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: Celebrity Verse Hyun oH HECK'S yeah, though i have to admit i don't have a lot of... muse muse per se, i could write just about anyone i guess, but no one's burning with activity/to be written

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: gosh, my first mumu i opened back in january 2016, before that though i'd been rping already on other blogs... 2015-16? online at the very least, i remember i was rping on paper back in middle school before even knowing what it was lmao

BEST EXPERIENCE?: I HAVE to second Ferre, the group plots we got going on right now are basically single-handedly keeping me FIRED UP to write~ but if i may be lovey dovey, my best experience is just overall right now, or most of 2023, the moots i'm surrounded by, the way i'm gradually letting go more and more of insecurities and anxieties, i'm calming down and just... being blessed by superb writing & ideas~

RP PET PEEVES?: gosh, i don't know~? i do believe if i stumbled upon them, there'd be a few out there in the great big blue, but lately i've been having such a good dash and environment, i kind of forgOT FDKLGHLF i'll add it if i can think of anything at some point

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: same as Ferre~ i'm in it for the character development, for the vibes, for the growth, for poking and prodding at psyches and morals and hearts, or just to figure out how people interact, i love just... the very concept of interaction itself~ i do angst >:3333 i do fluff :33 but i mostly do?? i have no idea how to describe it lmao but i don't do smut, i don't know how to and feel weird about it ♥

PLOTS OR MEMES?: I'M A CRIMINAL, I JUST KEEP STEALING FERRE'S ANSWERS BC SAME?? LKDSGJFLHG lately I've realized I do enjoy plotting more >:3 i used to be a pretty wing it kinda guy mostly because plotting translated to serious commitment in my head? and the mere thought of that was scawwy and exhausting, it felt like i was suddenly Planning and Strategizing in a work environment oh god, BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT PLOTTING IS TURNS OUT FDKLLLLLLLGH i had it all wrong~ it doesn't have to feel like business emails, it SHOULDN'T, it can be random ideas thrown back and forth and i absolutely adore that, i've been enjoying a fair amount of plotting lately >:3 and have ONLY BEEN WINNING~ that being said, memes are perfect for lil spin-off/filler episodes of ongoing dynamics, but especially good for ice-breakers (if we never interacted before, hmu~)

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: longer, i simply don't shut up~ i can do shorter, but they tend to lengthen naturally with time; i try to match my partner above all else, but there's always something i just... can't keep out of the damn text~ there are certain muses, though, that demand less text, characters like Diana are very curt and cut-off and it reflects in her threads and all that-- SO, before i completely derail, i go for long replies usually, but i can flex my flexing bones and do short too~

TIME TO WRITE?: GOSH, f*ck if i know at this point. it used to be in the evening, now it's just... whenever i have time & energy~ i don't work consistent regular hours, so there's no clearly defined work hours and leisure hours, so sometimes evenings, somethings mornings, sometimes weekdays, sometimes weekends, usually not afternoons, i do try to keep a queue going though so hehehe~ don't worry~

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: maybe...? i don't know anymore-- KLDSJGLKGF realistically speaking, probably? at least some of them, mostly because the saying goes you put a bit of yourself in every character you create, i would also say because i have Too Many Muses so statistically i'm probably in there somewhere~

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Hello!!! Its been almost two weeks but like whatever lmfao!! Ive been doing things and unfortunately things have been doing me. I can’t really remember most of it (dissociation) but I know three things happened to me, one was accidentally taking opiods instead of antihistamines, and the last one was i went to the ER because we didnt have the medicine i needed on hand. Wasnt in any real danger i dont think and Im totally fine it was just kind of tiring. I’m not asking for pity or anything I just have a compulsive need to always make excuses for anything i screw up even the slightest.

ANYWAYS!!! FANART?? OH MY GOD!! First of all we got the amazing @catwhispers0 who drew this! and this!! My beautiful boys are so beautiful. And then we have @daisycandydoodles who drew this of our beloved reader having the absolute time of her life!!!!!!! Im so lucky thank you both for being so amazing!!!!

Also, I was thinking that maybe a beta would be good for this because like,,, i can’t remember what i write so it’s pretty hard to make cohesive chapters,,, so if you have betad before or like, have an idea of what its about (flow + the vibes you get from the chapters + some very very kind constructive criticism is what i’m looking for), and want to see chapters as im writing them + listen to me rant about lore and plot hmu!!

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What We Want - Chpt. 5 - Meet The Adams Family

In Which A Romantic Breaks The Universe

(Yandere!batboys x f!reader) 18+ MDNI!

SUMMARY

Another lonely birthday, another empty year. You miss your family. You're late for your bills and rent, and even then, you got robbed last Tuesday.

Still, you buy yourself a cupcake, because you need it. I mean, hey. What's dessert for if not to get over cheating boyfriends and dead relatives?

As you blow out the candle, watching the clock switch from 11:59 pm to midnight of the next day, you make a wish.

And because the world doesn't like to make much sense, it comes true. Your life is suddenly flipped on a dime, and you're stuck trying to catch up with it. Fantasy becomes reality. You're a Wayne now, apparently. Or you used to be. You're loved, you're rich, you're talented and powerful.

Well, sort of. Careful what you wish for, right?

(TRIGGER WARNINGS AND MASTERLIST HERE)

PREV - NEXT

The first thing you’d done when you woke up, still somehow in the Wayne manor, was pull out not-your phone and check the date. When it tells you that you are not, in fact, in some weird version of a time loop, you feel some measure of relief. The second thing you do is look your own damn name up on Google. There were over 3 million results. You have a Wikipedia page. If that hadn’t made you want to gag, the press from last night had you bumbling your way into the ensuite bathroom and puking into the toilet.

It’s still sitting on the bathroom floor, nauseous and achy and sweaty, your mouth washed out but still tasting foul, that you continue your research.

It’s just as you had suspected, your family was dead. Still dead. Well, shit. In the light of day, you supposed that made more sense. That there was no real reason to assume otherwise. You hadn’t for most of yesterday, but as soon as you’d thought that maybe there was a chance, your hopes had been dashed. Which was good, rip the bandaid off and all.

It was good. Things were good. They were fine, you were fine. You really wish you were a better liar.

Again you wash your mouth out. Root around the cabinets for some medical-grade mouthwash, do it again, and then you throw yourself into the shower. Again. You notice the soap smells like whoever’s clothes you stole. Refreshing and awakening, that mint and earth again. You think you can detect something floral in it too. It’s still masculine, but…

Wow, you are such a freak! You put down the fucking soap and manage to resist the urge to slam your head into the tiles. Your headache was bad enough already.

When you leave the bathroom, you glance at the door, and then down at your towel. Guess you’re stealing some more apparel. You find a Superman shirt, give it a judging glance, and then pick out a black T-shirt with ‘The Beatles’ across the front, and some sweatpants. You have to roll up the pant legs so you don’t trip and fall flat on your face.

One hand scrolling through Twitter and TikTok and Reddit and every single piece of social media you could find, getting the people’s source of news and you get the high overlords’ one when you turn on the huge TV attached to the wall. The remote kind of confuses you at first, but you manage to find the good ol’ Gotham news channel.

Immediately, you’re greeted by your miserable mascara-streaked face. You turn the TV off. You take a deep breath. Turn it back on. Luckily it’s not just you getting your private moment of trauma blasted open in the media. Your party had been filled with Gotham’s elite, after all. You weren’t the only rich idiot left crying by the side of the road.

You weren’t the only one who had to suffer. There had been twenty-eight casualties, in total. A small amount, considering the man behind the deaths. The Joker wasn’t known for his cleanliness. You tell yourself that, and yet still, you can’t make them just numbers. They’d been standing right next to you, after all. All in the same boat, all waiting for the axe to swing, secretly hoping you’re the one who lives to the next day. Only one of the party guests had been shot, and that’s because you think they’d personally pissed off the Joker. That’s what Twitter says, anyway. There were multiple video recordings of the altercation, and it didn’t look like he’d been the smartest banana in the bunch. The TV is a lot sweeter on the dead soul.

You feel sorry for all the dead. You still don’t think this rich heir should be the face you see, though. When you check his name, you find several forgotten assault cases. Assault, rape, just like that disappearing bastard had tried to do to you. That female janitor you’d seen shot had done more for this city than that guy ever had.

Did her family know? Did she have a family? Someone to mourn her? You’d never thought about that before. How many people out there wouldn’t have anyone to even remember them?

It’s none of your business, in the end.

After a whiles more research, you switch the TV off and tuck your cracked phone into the sweatpants. You know where your mother’s grave is, on the west side of the estate. Wikipedia knew all, which was now kind of creepy to you as it knew all about you as well. Really, you couldn’t believe it. Your mother, buried with the Waynes? You’d always thought she should find someone new, someone who’d appreciate her, unlike your father who had dipped as soon as Sam was born.

You couldn’t even remember the guy. Still, you remembered that he’d smelled bad and made your Mum do everything, and was just generally all around the worst choice for a husband.

But, Jesus Christ, Bruce Wayne? Absolute insanity. You had no idea how the two of them would’ve even met. Let alone fall in love and get married. Your mother was one of the loveliest women on earth but… they had absolutely nothing in common, other than having troublesome kids. And you hadn’t seen her getting lovey-dovey with the other PTA mums.

You walk out of the room you’ve borrowed and into the hallway. In the light of day, the Wayne manor is much less creepy, and you can find it in yourself to appreciate the antique space. Warm sunlight falls over dark oak furniture, illuminating your bare feet as you walk along the Persian rug. Your fingers trail along all the tiny little decorations, some annoying part of you demanding you leave traces of yourself behind. Your fingerprints dirty an old clock, a golden candelabra, a lamp and a tiny spinning globe.

You might’ve gotten lost in a place this huge if you couldn’t hear people’s voices floating down the halls. They were too far away for you to be able to tell what they were saying, but you could still hear them. They’re to the west, so you’re definitely going to have to go past them.

You follow the voices and eventually come to a stop in a hallway. You can smell food. Good, real food. The type that makes your instant-ramen-powered body salivate. The people are in the kitchen, right around the corner. You duck your head and quickly sneak past the mostly closed doorway. On the other side, you pause, your curious self unable to leave just yet.

“She needs help,” Bruce says, and you mentally curse. Balls. You didn’t want to hear this. You guess this was instant karma for snooping. Maybe they weren’t talking about you?

Why did that sound very unlikely…

“She went through a lot last night,” he continues, which, well, yes, you did go through a lot, “And he said that she saw a woman get shot right in front of her. It makes sense if she doesn’t want to talk yet.”

He? Who’s he? Who ratted you out? Wait, dumb question, the four other witnesses who saw the janitor get shot. You were still pretty sure the Waynes weren’t supposed to know that, but everybody knew those GCPD pigs were always just a dollar away from whatever you wanted them to do. It’s not surprising that the Waynes know details only the police should know at the moment.

…It is a bit disappointing, though. You chose to have hope in them, that they’d gotten that information legally. Your fatal obsession with the Waynes wasn’t going to disappear after one miserable party. You wished it would.

“She was acting strange before that,” Timothy Jackson Drake’s smooth voice drifts from the kitchen. You were still a little starry-eyed over him, which was… bad, you think. It’d definitely make whatever relationship the two of you had been forced into a whole lot more difficult. It did not need to be any more difficult.

“Are you accusing her of something?” Bruce Thomas Wayne’s voice is gravelly in comparison, angry, maybe. Also, ‘accusing’? What could he even be accusing you of? It was pretty obvious you weren’t capable of anything nefarious, you were far too stupid for that. You were a plastic bag drifting along the Gotham river, barely able to affect which direction you flowed in.

“God no. And I definitely wouldn’t do it with her listening, that’d be rude.”

Your breath hitches, and you push off from the wall. Busted, damn. Your face feels unbelievably hot. As you leave, you can hear Mr Wayne scolding his adopted son. You walk until you can’t hear their voices anymore, and then a little further, finding an exit door.

You stumble out onto a stone staircase, probably a servants’ one in the olden days. You move down it, hand gripping the railing. You’re barely conscious of where you’re going. There’s a path that leads away from the stone manor and further into the estate, and you follow it. When you spot a small gated area, with stone obelisks and angel statues, you veer off the path and onto the grass.

Hissing out a breath, it’s only now you realise you went outside without any shoes on. Your toes curl in the cold, wet grass. It’s a miserable feeling, and you want to walk right back inside. And then you think about the awkward conversation waiting for you, take a breath and keep going. The gates swing open easily under your hand, the golden embossed ‘W’ glinting in the light.

A guardian angel stands before you. Its stone face is disapproving, glaring down at you from above. ‘Interloper,’ it calls you, but you move past it without pausing. It’s pretty obvious which graves are the new ones and which are the old ones. They’re all clean and well-kept, but the ones to the left have dates going back hundreds of years, and the ones to the right only decades. Your eyes follow the rows of graves. Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne…

Your breath whistles out of you, nearly muffled by the grey morning wind.

And your mother. She has a different last name, now another Wayne. Your siblings don’t, which makes sense. You’re surprised to find many of your extended family also in this graveyard. Your grandmother. Your uncle and aunt. A few of your cousins.

It’s cold this morning, and you’re out here with only a thin T-shirt on. Shivering, you rub your palms against your bare arms. It doesn’t do much. Still, you don’t want to go inside yet. Instead, you crouch in front of Sam’s grave, eyes reading the tiny epitaph. It’s not the one you wrote.

‘Beloved Son and Brother.’

Simple, clean-cut, formal… unfamiliar, you suppose. Yours had been much more flowery, ‘All the colour in the world is gone without you’. It was a bit silly, but you’d never said you were a poet. You’d just known you’d wanted something that represented them, if poorly.

Sam was a beloved son and brother. But that wasn’t who he chose to be. He liked colours. He’d change his favourite every other day, so he liked everything rainbow. It made it easier to choose which one he’d like next, he said. You were always buying him more and more coloured pencils because he’d wear them all down to the tips, he dyed the cat a bright red headache, much to your mother’s horror, and considered it his personal job to make every single birthday, christmas, and easter card. He’d paint on the walls in washable markers, and you’d often been the one to volunteer to help him get it all down. In school, he always had the best art project out of the entire class, even if you were slightly biased.

He was a colourful kid. He wasn’t… a plain grey tombstone. Nothing to help remember him, because you were always losing more and more of their precious memories.

The others had similarly impersonal graves. Just what they were, not who. Mother, sister. Nothing that spoke of how they’d lived their lives, what the world had lost when they’d died. It was… you didn’t think it was right. It was a disaster, really. Even when you’d had to rely on the Wanye Foundation donations, you’d managed a better resting place than this.

You suppose you’d never gotten them into the Wayne family’s personal graveyard, though. That was a bit of an upgrade, you guess.

“You need to come back inside. You’re worrying my father.”

“Jesus Christ!” you shriek, leaping backward. Your foot catches on one of the cobblestones, and you end up tipping back farther than you mean to, your ass bruising against the ground. You bump another gravestone, and there’s a horrible moment where it gives a little and you think it’s going to knock over.

It doesn’t. A shining miracle on your day.

From your slightly wet seat on the ground, you look up, finding one such Damian Al Ghul-Wayne. His towering height is the first thing you notice, second his stunning emerald green eyes. Both were incredibly shocking in their own ways, but his height really was almost dizzying. Perfect brown skin and a stylish 'long on the top, short on the sides’ black haircut, paired with the sort of face some European model might have, all come together to make sure you feel as pathetic as possible. His posh-looking outfit doesn’t help.

Neither does the fact he just watches you. He doesn’t even pretend to bend over to help you up. Which you’re sort of grateful for, honestly. It’d just make you more embarrassed. You didn’t know if you could hold the hand of your celebrity crush and… well, be normal. Pretend to be normal. You weren’t doing a very good job of it anyway.

You have to wonder, which was the worst introduction? The drunk, the bloody, or the one where you fell on your ass? God, you really are screwing this all the way up. You wonder how you’re inevitably going to make it even worse. There’s a part of you that desperately doesn’t want to meet any of the other Waynes, even as another part of you is screaming that it needs to.

If they knew they had a fangirl in their graveyard, you’re sure they’d kick you out. That was why you were lying about everything, not because you had intimacy issues.

Stop thinking, you idiot! You’re only making things more difficult for yourself with all your worrying and fretting. And maybe you should get off the ground, you looked stupid. You push to your feet, wiping your dirtied hands on the sweats.

He still doesn’t say anything when you stand, still just staring at you. His open staring is far too intimidating, so you scrounge for something to say.

“Your father? You- Is he alright?” you stammer over your words, giving Damian Wayne an awkward smile. He doesn’t return it, instead canting his head towards one of the windows.

You look toward where Damian Wayne gestured to, find nothing but an empty window frame, and then back to the ridiculously tall man. You swear, the guy had grown like a bean pole. He had to be something ridiculous, like 6’5, or maybe more. You were fairly certain you’d been taller than him at twelve, or thirteen, whenever it was he was first introduced to the world as Damian Wayne. Now, now… not so much.

“There’s nobody in there?” you ask, like you’re questioning your sanity. You are.

“My father’s shy,” He says, coolly shrugging one shoulder.

What. Bruce Wayne? Shy? Was he joking or something?

Damian Wayne stares down at you with narrowed green eyes, and dark brows in a harsh frown. His arms are crossed over his rich kid sweater, shiny black shoes tapping against the cobbles. That’s not the face of someone who makes jokes, you think.

You swallow, mind whirring as you try desperately to fix this conversation, “Right. Okay. I’ll… I’ll come back inside, then. Sorry for bothering you guys.”

He keeps staring at you. He doesn’t seem bothered.

“Sorry for bothering him?” you correct.

Damian gives one slow, cat-like blink of his eyes, and then turns with a tsk and walks away. It takes you a moment to realise you’re meant to follow him. It takes you even longer to actually catch up with him because he’s so fucking tall.

On TV he didn’t look this tall. You feel kind of betrayed, which is weird.

As you’re walking along, getting closer back to the manor, a stick or something pokes you in the foot. You curse, grabbing your foot. Thankfully you don’t start bleeding or something. You’d already be tracking dirt all over the inside of the impeccable space, you didn’t want to bring blood in as well. It takes a moment for you to realise the sound of Damian’s footsteps crunching in the grass has stopped, and you glance up.

He’s staring right at you again. He looks even less impressed with you, raising an eyebrow and mouth ticking downward. You put your foot down and tuck your hands behind your back in a very obvious anxious display.

“You went outside not wearing any shoes?” Damian Wayne asks, incredulous.

“I was… yeah, I forgot to,” you say, shrugging your shoulders. Not your best moment, but you weren’t really having any of those today. Or yesterday. Or the day before. Maybe you should stop thinking about that, actually.

“That’s disgusting,” The young Wayne sneers, and then turns and gives you his shoulder.

You think your heart maybe cracks a little. Well, they do say to never meet your idols. Maybe whoever wrote that quote had you in mind specifically, because now you were in… this situation. Ex-step-sister. If that was a thing. Your Wikipedia page said that you said that a lot, very insistent that you had absolutely nothing to do with the Waynes.

…It didn’t really look like you had nothing to do with the Waynes, from an outsider's perspective. Which obviously didn’t make any sense, since you were… you. You were not an outsider, not anymore.

This was too complicated. You needed a coffee. With like, so much sugar it’ll make you bounce from the walls.

Damian strides up the side entrance’s staircase and through the door, leaving it open for you to follow through. You hesitate at the doorway, looking over your shoulder to the graveyard. The statue calls you names in the distance, and although you feel like a stranger who doesn’t belong here, you manage to step back into the house.

You force yourself to walk through the hallway and into the kitchen, fists clenched tight at your side and your shoulders bunched up to your ears. Bruce Thomas Wayne, Timothy Jackson Drake, and the butler from earlier. Damian Al Ghul Wayne steps around the trio, picking some drink from the counter and moving to sit at the dining table at the edge of the room. There’s an open book on the table that he starts flicking through, and well, apparently that’s the end of your first conversation with the youngest Wayne.

You did… well, alright might be pushing it. You're still going to say you did alright.

Tim Drake gives you a sweet smile, catching your attention. The silky raven hair of his heart-shaped fringe falls over his beautiful, pale face, and for a moment there you totally forget that he’d called you out earlier like that. Which was just, such an odd thing to do. His hand lifts to scratch at the buzz cut under the floppy strands of hair. The movement mesmerises you. You look away from his sky blue eyes, very quickly realising they’re robbing you of the few remaining brain cells you have. And you need those, damn it. Especially because you’d already made the decision to hide from all your problems like a baby. Negative, negative…

“How’re you doing today?” Tim asks you, giving you a friendly greeting. It’s a welcome olive branch.

“I’m good,” you lie like you breathe, eyes glancing around the space. Bruce Wayne has his phone out and a mug of coffee in his hands. He sips from the cup, his focus swallowed by the tiny screen. You glance back over to Damian Wayne. Huh, it really does run in the family.

Your neck prickles, and you glance back at Tim again. You get a brief vision of his tired, unsmiling expression, and then it’s back to the angelic and gentle smile. You smile back at him, a wretched, awful twisting of the lips that you hope doesn’t look like a grimace.

Tim’s smile turns into a grin. It’s really too pretty and makes you shift in your seat uncomfortably. Damn it all, look away!

“Would you like some breakfast, young miss? I’m afraid we’ve run out of pancakes, but I’d be happy to make some more for you,” the butler says in an awfully familiar British accent. You think you know this person, but you can not remember from where. Shit. Your memory was bad on the best of days, much less after… after an event like last night.

Anyway, the food from earlier had been pancakes. Despite the delicious scent, you really didn’t want to make him make any more food for you. You felt like you were intruding as it was.

“Do you have any toast, or… cereal?” you suggest instead, wondering if rich people even bother with cereal. The butler chuckles, and you think, ‘Oh, yeah, probably not’.

“We have both, miss. Master Grayson has a particular fondness for cereal, in fact,” he informs you, which, oh, cool. You did in fact know that, you stalker you. You’d totally forgotten about that weird fact or the weird fact that you knew that weird fact. Dick Grayson has an Instagram where he posts reviews of different cereals, which of course you have notifications on for.

“It’s more of an obsession,” Tim says, resting his palm in his hand as he… continues to stare at you. Nobody else thinks his ogling is strange, so you try to ignore it as well. Try is the choice word.

“I like cereal too. It’s normal,” you say in defence of Dick, a natural and instinctual urge.

And apparently, the fact that you like cereal is fucking shocking, judging from the open-mouth looks the group gives you. Oh no, you’re supposed to hate him, right? You’re supposed to hate them all, actually. What had you called him on your phone? Something about being annoying and a dickhead?

Swallowing your inner scream, you move around the counter and towards the cupboards. Whatever, they’ll have to deal with this new and improved version of you, which didn’t despise everyone in the room. Along with being a terrible liar, you were also pretty bad at keeping secrets.

You don’t want to think about that, so instead you turn to Alfred.

“So,” you start, “Can I see your cereal collection?” you ask, like a totally normal person. Man, this cupboard’s looking pretty head-smashable right now.

This family has more tact than yours did, because they all manage to put their eyes back to what they were doing and pretend you weren’t acting really, really out of character. Rich people. They’re good at overlooking the crazy.

“Of course,” the butler clears his throat, “In here, you’ll find Master Dick’s collection-” score! Not another fan can claim this right, “-and in the fridge a carton of milk. Are you sure I couldn’t serve it for you, miss? I understand you might still be a little…”

His voice trails off. Little what?

He glances at the others and then leans in close like he’s going to tell you a secret. Behind a hand, he whispers, “Hungover.”

Ah. Well, yes, but you were a big girl who could make her cereal, even on hangover days. Kind of embarrassing it was that obvious, though. You were usually better at hiding how much of a mess you were.

“I’ll be fine, thank you,” you say, and the butler nods and backs off. You’re pretty sure at this point that he was the one who called you yesterday morning, but you still couldn’t quite recall his name. When you were out of sight, you’d check your phone for his contact information.

See? You could do this. Stealthy.

As you start perusing through the cereal options, Tim gets up from his spot by the counter and comes to stand next to you at the breakfast bar. He heads straight to the coffee machine, and you glance at it longingly.

It’s one of those cafe-quality fancy espresso makers, with an Italian name embossed in silver on the top. Tim manipulates the machine like a master, which you’re very jealous of because it might as well be alien technology to you. You miss your shitty drip coffee, at least that dingy little machine was loyal to you. Better than George.

“Coffee?” Tim Drake offers, glancing at you. Ah, the starry eyes are back. While Damian Wayne had been a mildly disappointing introduction, Mr. Drake was just reinforcing your celebrity worship. And of course, because your brain works against you, his offer reminds you of the daydreams you’d had on your first twenty-first birthday. Coffee shop au real person fiction- a new low, even for you.

Flustered, you look up at the ceiling. The old mansion is decorated in every single available corner, the plaster above spreading across the entire surface with delicate filigree and pretty curling patterns. It’s gorgeous, absolutely entrancing. That’s what you tell yourself at least.

“Please,” you say, your voice just the slightest bit too quiet. He hears you anyway.

It’s surprisingly domestic. Of course, you don’t know any of these people past face value and Wired YouTube interviews, but… it’s quite indulgent. This is sort of your dream, isn’t it? A full house of people enjoying their morning together. Peaceful bird song drifting in through open windows. The comfort of being around people you trust, not having to perform or put on a show. Well, you are very much putting on a show right now. It’s the thought that counts, or whatever.

“What would you like in it? We have sugar, milk, oat milk, and I like having a few syrups on hand,” Tim chatters excitedly, listing off the different ingredients he has on offer. Your poor ass stares at his rich one, and you are very rudely reminded these people live in different tax brackets than you.

Who the fuck had coffee syrups in their house? You could barely afford the little treats of caramel syrup you get every couple of months. The disappearance of the middle class was one you had witnessed personally.

You rattle off a very basic, bland order. Tim looks sort of disappointed in you which… well, you could be a coffee snob. You just didn’t have the time, usually. A flat white kept you going through the day, you didn’t need anything else. And so, Tim hands you a very bland coffee, and it is god sent. You can’t imagine how good it would be if you had mustered up your courage and asked for some caramel syrup.

Huh, you could be a coffee snob. You could be anything you wanted, really. And your first thought is being a coffee snob. Good God.

“Are you going to be staying?“ Bruce Wayne asks, immediately putting you on the spot. You weren’t ready for this, you were thinking about the coffees you could buy. Oh no, you really aren’t ready for this.

“At least for now, right?” Tim Drake says, just making it all the more stressful. You let out an awkward chuckle, fingers tight around your drink.

“Oh, I don’t want to be an inconvenience-”

Damian Wayne slams his mug down on the table, so hard a crack splinters up its side. He picks the cup up, strides across the kitchen, narrowed green eyes meeting yours for a second, and then he dumps the cup in a secret rubbish can. He murmurs an apology to the butler and then is out of the room.

Okay, well, you certainly feel like an inconvenience.

The butler clears his throat, and says, “Please forgive young master Damian. He’s been having a difficult time recently, I hope you can understand.”

And you think, ‘bitch, a difficult time?! He’s not the one who almost died last night!’ but what you say is, “Of course, I completely understand. I don’t want to bother him anymore so I’d really like to leave today.”

Mr. Wayne laces his fingers together, blue eyes giving you an assessing look.

“Stay for the day, and you can leave tonight. I want to make sure you’re truly alright,” he eventually says, and the mere presence of the man has you yielding to his commands. Didn’t really matter you were an adult who’d managed to survive this long on your own, you were listening to the big scary guy when he told you what to do.

Well, that’s that! You make your cereal and have a very quiet breakfast. You can’t tell if they’re being quiet because you’re here, or if mornings are usually like this. You hope they’re usually like this. Once you’ve finished your very nice cereal (one of the highest rated on Dick’s Instagram) you place the bowl by the sink. You want to wash it, but when you ask Alfred he gives you a look like you kicked his dog. Okay, you’ll just go then.

You’re about to sneak away, when you realise Tim’s staring at you… again…? But this time he seems quite focused on your clothing. His eyes follow the double lines on the side of your sweatpants, before settling on the Beatles logo on your shirt. He hums at it. Raises his brows.

“I’m sorry, I borrowed this because I didn’t have any other clothes. Is there something wrong with me wearing this?” you ask, and then experience a moment of horror, “This doesn’t belong to you, does it?”

“Hmm?” Tim chirps, “Oh, no, don’t worry. It’s not mine.”

And then he turns away from you in a very clear dismissal. Nice, you really wanted to go hide for an hour or two. With one last awkward wave to Bruce Thomas Wayne, you scurry out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom you’d started thinking of as yours. You need to figure out how you're going to handle all this, and you're going to do it alone. Maybe with some dessert, if you can find it. You wouldn't say you think better with sugar running in your veins, but it definitely makes you more willing to deal with the bullshit that is your life. Hopefully it'd work in your new one, too.

-

Tim listens to your retreating footsteps, waiting till you’re far enough away to begin talking to Bruce. Humans were creatures of habit, so you’d probably be going back to the same room you slept in last night. He thinks Damian and him were the only ones who noticed whose shirt you were wearing, B’s off his game today. You’ve really managed to mess him up, to Tim’s delight.

“See? Dames was totally fine with her being here,” Tim says, cheerily enjoying his youngest sibling’s suffering. Bruce sighs, witheringly, lifting his hand to rub against the headache he always has. He’s probably noticed the excited, slightly fanatic gleam that’s entered into Tim’s eyes.

It was sort of obvious. This was all so exciting! You’d come back, sporting absolutely none of the defensive vitriol you usually have, and ate breakfast together. You took a coffee out of Tim’s hands. You’d willingly spoken to the devil, who everybody in the family knew hated you as much as you hated him, and even more than that-

You’d spoken to Bruce. Tim was sporting the idea that you’d gotten head trauma, at this point in time.

“Okay, fine. You get the mission, but-” Tim has to resist the urge to clap his hands together like a gleeful child “-but no extra cameras. I’m serious, Tim, if I find out you’ve invaded her privacy just after she’s starting to warm up to us again-”

“She wouldn’t know,” Tim complains, cutting the Bat off with a roll of his eyes.

“She’s smarter than you’d think,” Bruce shakes his head. Tim has to disagree, after the catastrophe that was last night. Unless of course, you were just playing with them all. So many options, it’s dizzying.

“We’ll shelve that argument for later. So, I want full control of the case, and in turn, I’ll do another two weeks as CEO,” Tim waves off Bruce’s complaints, going straight into haggling. The CEO position was tossed between the two of them like a hot potato, and it was one of Tim’s favourite bargaining tools.

“I am absolutely not agreeing to that, a month and nothing less.”

“This is why half your children don’t talk to you, but sure, whatever. Chase away your last, loyal loving son-”

“My God, Tim. Three fucking weeks, and if I hear another word I will hand this matter over to Grayson,” Bruce sighs, sounding a bit defeated.

Tim gives an offended gasp, placing his hand against his chest. And then he realises Bruce might actually be serious, and freaks out a bit.

“He’d be bad for it. Far too personally involved. You definitely don’t want to do that,” he says, leg bouncing under the table. Of course, the Bat notices, but he doesn’t mention it. He wouldn’t take this from Tim, they both knew he was getting too frazzled around the edges. He needed something to focus on, to ground him.

You were the perfect project. He loved his projects.

“I am aware. But the girls are out of town, and uncontactable. And I think if I gave Damian this assignment the two of them would kill each other.”

“No Jason option, sir?” Tim says because he’s a shit-stirrer and wants to get to work.

Tim succeeds in chasing Bruce away. He’s left to have his coffee in peace as the old man quickly flees the room at the mention of the son he's on the worst terms with. For the next few hours, Tim taps away on his computer, enjoying his time.

And when the front doors open, his ears prick, and a decidedly evil grin spreads on his face.

“I’m home!” Dick calls out, words travelling through the grand manor.

Tim gets up from his seat and wanders leisurely to the main hall, where Dick stands. He’s got a suitcase by his side, filled with all the things he’s brought up from the Blud. When he spots Tim, Dick’s face spreads in a familiar sunny smile. He quickly rushes to Tim’s side, swallowing the younger brother in a hug. Tim groans at the tight squeezing.

Despite his clinginess, it was good to see him. His tanned skin glowed healthily, and his curly black hair was messy over his brow. Sapphire blue eyes sparkled. He was happy to be home, despite everything that was going on. Dick always looked like he’d just gotten back from a run because he usually had. It was hard to get the guy to sit still for even a minute, much less stop parkouring over every imaginable surface.

“Tim! How’s it been? Ah, it’s so good to be home,” Dick starts, and again, Tim groans. When Dick starts yammering he never stops.

“I’m good, man. We can talk later, you should go put your things away before Alfred does,” Tim reminds Dick, and Dick pouts. It was a general rule that unless it was cooking, the family wasn’t supposed to rely on Alfred for everything.

“Alright, alright. I’ll be down in a minute! I have so much to tell you,” Dick relents, hand lifting to mess with his hair. Tim pushes him off, glaring at the man, and Dick laughs.

Tim gives Dick a tired wave as the gymnast bounds up the stairs to his bedroom. Tim watches him disappear down the hallways, and thinks, ‘I wish I could see this happen.’ He sighs, guess he’ll just have to hear Dick retell the story later. The distant sound of your shrieking voice has him chuckling. Yeah, he’ll hear about it later, he’s sure.

MASTERLIST - NEXT

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hey everyone!! i’m ella (she/her, est timezone) and this is adriana MY CHILD & i’ll put some FACTZ about her under the readmore. come plot with me thx bye

(margot robbie - cis female, 23) — have you met ADRIANA WALKER yet? word is that she is SOCIABLE & HUMOROUS, though if you catch her on the wrong day, she can also be MANIPULATIVE & DISASTROUS. i heard that she is a BOOK EDITOR, but don’t take it from me. when she was moving in, i thought i heard GLORY BOX by PORTISHEAD playing from her apartment. pretty appropriate, right? 

so adriana she’s adopted which means she had a rough childhood v full of drugs and bad things (she also almost killed her dad because he was an abusive piece of shit but she ran off before it got worse)

she was also a prostitute for a bit (you know - to survive), so she like is a sexual person but not really cause she has gotten fucked so much by life it isnt really appealing unless you’re like a kinky monster who can awaken her libido

ummmm her song is glory box by portishead cause its about the author’s vagina lmao its a reference but also because of her sexual past experiences and ya!

she doesnt talk abt her past life cause aha triggering although shes like really open about some experiences she wont talk abt her adoption and her prostitution or anything like that so if you ask shes like LOL GTG

shes a book editor also but shes just starting, shes smart & enjoys writing.... although her other habits are quite questionable. she parties and occasionally does drugs & stuff like thattttt

so that’s about it!! im pretty go with the flow with everything so.... hi

[codakilled-a]

hey  like  this  if  u  want  a  relationship  section  on  beth’s  pinterest  board

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⌜TASK 014: CONNECTIONS.⌟  TIANA HUDSON

FRIENDSHIP:

Soul Sister - Charlotte La Bouff

Whine & Wine - Someone(s) to drink with - ?

The Next Best-friend(s) - Tiana’s closest(s) after Lottie - ?

Forged in Pan Fire - Friend(s) from the kitchen/diner - Ella Windsor, ?

Acquaintance(s) to unlikely friendship(s) - Kit Charmont, Nala Omita, ?

RELATIONSHIPS:

The Ex(es) - ?

One Night Stand & Never discussed again - ?

The Crush - Naveen Alexander, ? 

FAMILY

Parents - James & Eudora Hudson

Love like Siblings - Charlotte La Bouff, ?

The Mom friend(s) - ?

Child(ren) - James Hudson II (JJ)

OTHERS

The Regular(s) - Customers Tiana see’s a lot - Kit Charmont, ?

Bad Influence - Naveen Alexander, ?

Social Media most liked - people Tiana always blows up with notifications - ? 

Enemies - ? 

NOT LISTED 

If you want a specific plot with Tiana & haven’t said anything yet hmu!!!

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME:  lynn (derogatory)

PRONOUNS:  she / her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION:  discord! you can message me thru tumblr im's too but ngl it is.... Da Worst for me. i usually miss out messages all the time and end up replying pretty late, so do hmu on discord if you'd like! but actually i'm kinda super slow in general 👉👈 so pls be patient with mee 😳💖

NAME OF MUSE(S):  hakuno kishinami my beloved ♡​

RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?):  oh mann, time eludes me but i used to rp on instagram 🗿 for a couple of years before i migrated to tumblr around 2016 i think. rping was always a pretty on and off hobby for me tho ngl and i blog-hopped on tumblr a lot for maybe a couple years or so? tho i like to think i'm kinda dedicated now that've settled down with a moon wife- i mean 😳 a muse i really like !

BEST EXPERIENCE: ‎can't say if there's a best experience tbh! talking abt our muses is super funn, i love screaming about dynamics and interactions and i get super giddy when i get an ask or receive an ask reply or a reply in general hhhmmmgh idk idk! i have a lot of really great friends and fantastic writers on da dash which just makes the tunglr experience rlly rlly great 🥺 and i'm very grateful for that! ❤️💖💞

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS:  oooh my rules should be pretty clear on that! other than the stuff i mentioned there tho, hmmm vague posting is very 😬 to me and if i see it then-- 👋👋

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT:  fluff and angst come very easily for this moon lady! she is soft and sad <3 i honestly like everything as long as it has Substance to it and is meaningful because like, fluff for the sake of fluff or angst for the sake of angst just gets tiringgg. i've never written smut (i feel like i'd write it so bad so- SGAGDJS) but i can't imagine writing it on main anyway because hakuno's veeery exclusive when it comes to sexy times. you need 2 romance her for that and well, she is a hard 2 romance being! i mean nothing's impossible so an fwb situation isn't entirely out of the question but yea, veeeeery unlikely

PLOTS OR MEMES: ‎ ‎i like both! though i think i like plotting first before jumping to memes 🤔 if that makes sense! just cuz it's easier for me to have a general outline of what we'd want for our muses and lil details of how they'd interact before figuring it out from there thru memes or threads or more plotting ✨️

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:  i don't really pay attention to reply length tbh, but i think most of the stuff i write are probably around two or three paragraphs? sooooo- middle replies! (unfunny joke is unfunny)

BEST TIME TO WRITE:  hmmmm i don't really have one? writing muse hits super randomly and where i write matters more to me tbh! like, i Cannot write even in the 10 minute break between classes bc idk why but it just does not hit the same </3 but as long as i'm all comfy and in the writing mood then it's all gooood

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):  if i am then i'd be Concerned! ^_^ sffjshfb ok i joke but nauurrrrr. we only have the basic surface level kinda stuff in common, like liking sweets or cats. maybe being shy, but even then hakuno can be hella bold and assertive whereas i'd rather eat my hands 🤷‍♀️ hmmm i guess we're both binches that want affection and validation deep down GSJCHSJF OK AND WELL i guess having a simp side maybe counts bUT HAKUNO'S CUTE WHEN SHE HAS THOSE MOMENTSS she is simply a very adoring lover. sure does make me look like a hoe in comparison tho 💃 FSJCSGKFDH /J /J

taggdd: a super long time ago! by sophie and ren iirc (if any of u see this, thank uuu and ily! 🥺💖

tagging: if you haven't do it! but ya gotta tag me bc i wanna seeee 👀✨️

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☃   *   —   levi hale, the twenty-three year old that uses he/him pronouns and resembles thomas doherty just got to the winter lodge. they are currently a musician and are known to be debonair and supercilious. they are known as the arcane and they usually remind the gang of a roguish smirk under sapphire eyes, calloused fingertips riddled with smudges of black ink, the soft hum from the engine of a mustang, and mellifluous notes echoing from a bösendorfer piano.

hellooooo !!  i’m chrissie, and i’m super duper excited to be here !!  this is my beloved son and resident chaotic mess dhskdhks he’s the worst but is secretly a marshmallow underneath uwu below you’ll find information  (  and a lot of pointless info tbh  )  about ma boi so if you’re interested, pls feel free to light up that lil grey heart and i’ll come bother you for plots etc, or go ahead and hmu on ims or discord !! 

some lil tidbits about levi :

loves art in its every form :  literature, poetry, paintings, sculptures, music, dance, people, etc. 

very much a perfectionist and pays attention to every last detail.

one of those people who just excels at everything he tries his hand at.

absolutely prefers animals to humans.

gets bored pretty easily and it’s usually nothing personal, but if it is, you’ll never be left in the dark as he’ll make it vividly clear to you.

is actually very kind and compassionate beneath the surface.

if he cares about you, he will try his best to make you happy and genuinely wishes to see you succeed.

has an extreme soft spot for children. 

actually really appreciates classical music, though he’ll never tell. blame it on his piano lessons from childhood.

carries around this small white pebble in his pocket at all times. it’s from the first and only time he’d ever been to the beach with his mother. it’s an object he believes tethers him to her.

low key afraid of cats.

speaking of, he loves dogs. he’d have one if he had the time to properly look after it.

although he comes across as cocky and full of it, his mental health isn’t actually the best which is why he sometimes seems to fall off the face of the earth and sometimes becomes distant and aloof.

loves horror movies.

despite his unhealthy vices, he’s actually a healthy eater.

and quite a decent cook too.

sleep ??  he doesn’t know her.

it takes a lot to annoy him but once you’ve done so prepare to feel his wrath.

shamelessly enjoys cheesy pop music.

is genuinely always down to party.

tends to repress his emotions until he explodes.

healthy coping mechanisms ??  he doesn’t know them either.

the only person he’s ever truly hated was his father.

is prone to pushing the self destruct button.

he rates around a solid 3 on the kinsey scale.

definitely has an entire album on his phone containing hundreds of memes.

is a distant person  —  closed-off emotionally and prefers to keep himself to himself.

FUNDAMENTALS.

full name.  levi atticus hale. name meaning.  joined, attached. nickname(s).  tba. current age.  twenty-three. date of birth. march 27th. place of birth.  new york city, new york. nationality.  american. assigned sex.  male. gender identity.  cis. pronouns.  he / him. romantic orientation.  demiromantic. sexual orientation.  bisexual. 

PHYSIOLOGY.

height in feet.  six feet. weight in kg.  seventy-seven. ethnicity.  white. hair colour.  dark brown. eye colour.  blue. glasses or contacts?  neither. tattoo(s).  a few on both of his forearms, and a few smaller pieces littered across his chest and abdomen. piercing(s).  none. scar(s).  a barely noticeable one in the crevice of his nose from when he had chickenpox and kept scratching at it. dominant hand.  ambidextrous. handwriting.  surprisingly neat and swirly for a male. his father was a stickler for ensuring that his handwriting was both aesthetically pleasing and readable. general health.  fit and healthy ;  no major illnesses. sexual history.  he’s a, uh, how do you say …  hoe ?? medical history.  broke his left wrist when he was very young but can barely recall it. once stuck his finger on a lit bulb just to see what would happen  (  he was five, he knew no better  ).  has sprained his ankles and staved his fingers more times than he can count. kind of accident prone, to be honest. mental illnesses.  undiagnosed, though probably suffered some trauma from his upbringing. allergies.  penicillin.

FAMILY  &  RELIGION.

mother.  cressida hale, deceased. father.  damian hale, deceased. sibling(s).  grayson and daphne hale, both alive. birth order.  middle. marital status.  single. significant other.  none. child(ren).  none. pet(s).  none, though he would love to get a dog one day. language(s).  fluent in english and irish ;  conversational in french, spanish, and german. religion.  agnostic, but was raised roman catholic.  beliefs.  none. superstitions. none really, though he isn’t too keen on breaking a mirror. why run the risk of seven years bad luck ?

CAREER  &  EDUCATION.

education.  obtained a music degree from nyu. occupation.  musician. place of work.  anywhere he can get tbh. employment history.  the odd job here and there during his university years. status.  upper class. living space.  lives in fancy apartment complex. mode of transportation.  drives a ford mustang  (  this one specifically, though in black  )

PSYCHOLOGY.

positive traits.  adept, charming, audacious, determined, resourceful. negative traits.  calculating, hedonistic, distant, sarcastic, volatile. strengths.  efficient, energetic, self-confident, strong-willed, strategic thinker, charismatic, inspiring. weaknesses.  stubborn, dominant, intolerant, impatient, arrogant, cold, ruthless, poor handling of emotions. fears.  failure or becoming like his father. secrets.  always feels inferior and as though he will never be good enough ;  like an imposter who needs to prove himself even when he knows he doesn’t have to. sleeping habits.  very rarely gets a full nights sleep. eating habits.  definitely guilty of skipping meals so he should probably eat more, but he eats when he can and when he does eat it usually consists of rice or pasta dishes. not really a fan of salads. more into sweet and savoury. social habits.  100% an extravert. the life and soul of any party. will always make his presence known. quite likes being the centre of attention, to be honest. but this is mostly because he was raised to be noticed. stressors.  none. obsessions.  none. addictions.  none. how others view him.  probably a closed-off, partially cold-hearted and indifferent brat who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. cynical, judgemental, hard to please, full of himself, opinionated, cocky, manipulative, kind of an asshole. he’s the kind of person you either love or hate, or hate to love, or love to hate. how he views himself.  same as all of the above but blended with finer qualities that he rarely allows others to see, such as passionate, loyal, protective, playful, optimistic. honest in a straight to the point kind of way, sarcastic but witty, talented in his own right, meticulous, driven, compassionate underneath the indifference he presents to the world, capable of anything but his own worst enemy.

PERSONALITY.

zodiac     ⏤    aries ;  the ram.

at their core, aries do what they want and do things their way. they are unafraid of conflict, highly competitive, honest and direct. an aries is not weighed down by the freedom of choice, and is perhaps the sign that is least conflicted about what they want. they throw themselves at the world eagerly and without fear. it is one of their most commendable qualities, but also what causes them a great deal of pain and grief.     aries are driven by a desire to prove themselves and their strength. they naturally take charge and are competitive and ambitious. aries are spontaneous and courageous. they have a sense of adventure and love to explore. they’re determined and bold, and are good at initiating new projects. they have high energy and can initiate quick actions. they can also be impatient, but are naturally active and don’t like to waste time.     while aries like competition, they don’t like to play games. they are highly self-aware, have strong opinions and are always ready to defend them.     aries tend to be impulsive, impatient, and hotheaded. they do not apologise for their anger. they say  “ i don’t care ”  and mean it. they don’t always have the best self-control, so they need to learn how to be more patient.     addicted to action and excitement, aries are often the cause of their own turmoil. all aries want to feel things intensely, which is why they can sometimes be prone to reckless risk-taking. it also means they are often reacting out of emotion rather than from a place of calm clear-headedness.

mbti     ⏤     entj ;  extraverted, intuitive, thinking, judging.

commanders are natural-born leaders. people with this personality type embody the gifts of charisma and confidence, and project authority in a way that draws crowds together behind a common goal. however, commanders are also characterised by an often ruthless level of rationality, using their drive, determination and sharp minds to achieve whatever end they’ve set for themselves. perhaps it is best that they make up only three percent of the population, lest they overwhelm the more timid and sensitive personality types that make up much of the rest of the world  —  but we have commanders to thank for many of the businesses and institutions we take for granted every day.

enneagram     ⏤     type eight ;  the challenger   (  the powerful, dominating type :  self-confident, decisive, wilful, and confrontational.  )

eights are self-confident, strong, and assertive. protective, resourceful, straight-talking, and decisive, but can also be ego-centric and domineering. eights feel they must control their environment, especially people, sometimes becoming confrontational and intimidating. eights typically have problems with their tempers and with allowing themselves to be vulnerable. at their best :  self-mastering, they use their strength to improve others’ lives, becoming heroic, magnanimous, and inspiring.

basic fear :  of being harmed or controlled by others.

basic desire :  to protect themselves  (  to be in control of their own life and destiny  ).

key motivations :  want to be self-reliant, to prove their strength and resist weakness, to be important in their world, to dominate the environment, and to stay in control of their situation.

temperament     ⏤     choleric.

someone with a pure choleric temperament is usually a goal-oriented person. choleric people are very savvy, analytical, and logical. extremely practical and straightforward, they aren’t necessarily good companions or particularly friendly. they dislike small talks and enjoy deep and meaningful conversations. they would rather be alone than in the company of shallow, superficial people. ideally, they want to spend time with people who have similar professional interests.

alignment     ⏤     chaotic good  ;  rebel.

a chaotic good character acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. he makes his own way, but he’s kind and benevolent. he believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations. he hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. he follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society. chaotic good is the best alignment you can be because it combines a good heart with a free spirit. chaotic good can be a dangerous alignment when it disrupts the order of society and punishes those who do well for themselves. 

BIOGRAPHY.

all triggers listed throughout     /     the hale family :  new york born, business savvy, and filthy, filthy rich. the kind of people who drowned in wealth. while the family remains renowned for their riches and ‘pristine’ reputation, underneath the façade lies desolation and despair, slowly but surely nosediving toward a familial breakdown. despite their affluence, there remained an array of superlatives that the hale name could conjure up. driven, resolute, triumphant, merciless. however, affectionate was never among the list. for as long as levi can recall, his family felt more like business partners than relatives. for generations upon generations, the male segment of the hale family tree had held a strong penchant for power. a mixture of business and politics had always been the common thread tieing them together. possibly the only factor that bonded the family together. if one could even call it that.

    the hale’s were mostly known for holding the roles of lawyers, magistrates, barristers, legislators, the likes. pretty much any position that held power over others  —  that allowed them to feed their hunger for control. in addition, the name was also known through business channels such as their ownership of various establishments across new york, from hotels to casinos to nightclubs. levi’s father ?  a well renowned, big shot lawyer  —  much too powerful for the good of both himself and others. the hale family were the picture-perfect example of inspirational. the poster family for seeming happiness and success. underneath, however, it was an entirely different story. everything was about power and control  —  climbing over others to come out on top. their devotion and contendedness was never anything more than a ruse ;  a faux display to charm the general population. levi’s father and uncle were the prime example of cutthroat men so, naturally, he and his elder brother were brought up to be much the same way. of course, both levi and his brother were expected to follow in their father’s footsteps regardless of their own minds. 

    now, let’s bring it back to levi’s childhood, shall we ?  similar to every child, he started out a blank slate :  a young boy with wide eyes and an insistent hunger to learn. from a budding age, he was taught to be ambitious and ruthless  —  to keep his friends close but his enemies closer. that he should trust absolutely nobody but himself. he’d wander around his lavish family home, abiding by every rule imposed by his father, carrying out any task his mother asked of him. he’d spend hours reading books, learning languages, playing various instruments. anything to please  (  or, rather, impress  )  daddy dearest. yet, he could never quite measure up  —  always falling short despite his tiring efforts to gain his father’s approval.

    though his brother was three years his elder, the two boys were inseparable. of course, grayson was the golden child  —  always winning their father’s affection and respect. meanwhile, levi was neglected and disregarded even though he was the one constantly striving to do his best. his parents, however, were chalk and cheese. his father was a stoic, irate man who craved power and held a prominent role within the business world and within their community. he was the chalk. his mother was the cheese :  a gentle, compassionate woman who adored her sons and remained wholeheartedly devoted to her husband regardless of the trouble he’d always seem to get them involved in.

    (  trigger for implied violence  )  while his mother loved him and his brother, levi and grayson were by no means showered with affection. if they committed even a crime as small as accidentally breaking an expensive vase, they were punished by the hands of their father. their mother, of course, had no say in the matter. due to his upbringing, a fraction of levi’s heart was never as soft as expected from a child. he was neither the chalk nor the cheese. he was simply the by-product of both ends of the spectrum. the older he grew, the tougher his heart became. until he was eventually able to differentiate his head from his heart  —  often siding with his brain over his emotions. though his father assumed that his eldest son would take after him, it was, in fact, levi who quickly adopted his father’s cold and distant nature. ultimately, through no choice of his own but as a reaction to the lack of interest his father paid in him.

    (  triggers for mentions of adultery, divorce and drugs  )  levi was twelve years old when he’d uncovered his fathers infidelity. he’d actually witnessed his father with his secretary outside one of the many hotels the hale family owned. that night, levi had laid in his bed with a whirlwind of thoughts orbiting his brain yet no emotions to match. fast forward a year and on his thirteenth birthday  —  following a blazing row that ruined the party  —  his parents finally filed for divorce. that same year, levi’s mother fell off the wagon, leaving her two sons with their father and new step-mother. with their mother involved in drug use, drunk out of her mind nine times out of ten and their step-mother having given birth to their step-sister daphne, levi and grayson were pushed and pulled through the chaotic mess.

    (  triggers for mentions of illness, cancer and death  )  two years later and their father informed levi and grayson that their mother was ill. seriously ill. by the end of that year, the boys paid their last visit to the cancer ward. levi can still recall how the doctor had sat him down one evening, a solemn expression carved upon his face as he explained that his mother had passed only an hour before his visit. at this time, grayson had left home to go to college, leaving levi alone with their father. eventually, their father’s new wife had left him for a younger man, which was no surprise. thus, in the end, levi remained alone to bear the brunt of his father’s anger. that, and to look after his young step-sister who had been left behind when her mother whisked herself off to live with her new boyfriend.

    by then, levi had become a lonely boy. spending the majority of his time avoiding his father, he practically lived at school or fled to the local library. his close-knit group of friends were always a welcome distraction and people he will always be grateful for. somewhere along the years of life minus his mother, between the years of cruelty hurled at him from his father, the teenager’s heart grew colder. but that was okay because for as long as he’d be around, his father’s anger could never become redirected toward his little sister. by this stage, a switch had flipped somewhere deep inside the far recesses of his mind. becoming an entirely altered version of his former self, he grew colder and more distant than ever  —  keeping everyone at arm’s length bar his sister and his close gang of friends.

    (  triggers for mentions of a car accident, death and a funeral  )  it came as no surprise to levi when he’d heard the news of his father’s fatal car accident. nor did it come as a surprise that he was in no way emotionally affected by this news. sometime between his sixteenth and his seventeenth birthdays, his father had turned to alcohol. then, one night, got behind the wheel of his car and supposedly crashed. however, levi was unsure whether or not it was entirely accidental. and, truth be told, he didn’t care either. he’d attended the funeral out of the sheer fact that not attending his own father’s funeral would raise questions from his extended family. and for the hale’s, image was everything. playing pretend and feigning happiness was like a second nature to levi. 

    for that following year, levi and his sister stayed with grayson and despite his turbulent life, levi managed to excel at school. however, his moral compass was rather questionable. of course, he remained concerned about maintaining his pristine image  (  and his immaculate student record and grades  )  but with his father’s influence still looming over him like a ghost, levi was far from a soft-hearted boy. encouraged by his brother, levi made the decision to attend university  —  to turn a new leaf and start a fresh chapter in his life. having inherited sole custody of their father’s fortune, grayson aided in levi’s admission into nyu where he studied one of his truest passions :  music. 

    now twenty-three, levi is worlds away from the boy that he used to be. he is closed off and secluded. he is mysterious and holds everyone in his life at arm’s length, afraid to let them in. he has always been the perfect balance of confidence and intelligence  —  both debonair and chaotic. displaying only a small element of his persona, he’s mastered the art of concealing fragments of himself that he wishes to keep hidden from others  —  only permitting them to see what he wants them to see and know what he wants them to know. he has always consistently shrouded himself in mystery, drawing a veil over his emotions, cloaking his real feelings because, if there’s one thing that levi despises most the idea of, it is exposing his underlying vulnerabilities as he believes it would then be easy for others to obtain power over him. 

    given his conduct and inclination, it would be fair to estimate that levi is somewhat of a satirical mouthpiece. always outspoken, strong-willed and firm in all of his beliefs with a knack for developing a sardonic tongue in most situations. self-assured in both himself and his capabilities, it’s no wonder to those who know him that levi can captivate an audience with a simple smile, having people hang on his every word. despite his charm and intriguing character, underneath it all  —  when utterly alone  —  the glamour of his deception crumbles away. the events of his upbringing and the events that have brought him to where he is today have only aided in strengthening him and forging him into who he is today.

[casvist]

hello my lovely peaches , *puts my clown wig on bcs i’m shy* i’m back at it again, being a greedy bitch and bringing you my second  and super fake muse, yeva.  remember that part where the darkling’s fake ass pretended to be all nice and wholesome. well, yeva is faker than that. she probably has severe back pain from single handedly carrying all her lies on her back. anyway, i could slander her more but i will probably do that later. if you want to plot please LIKE this post or IM me/message me on discord and i’ll bring some clown shoes and ask for some plotting ( but in.... greedy )

PINTEREST  . PROFILE .    BIO (tba) .  VIKTORIYA.     discor*d     six of hoes🔪#7888

[ yeva zudina ], an [ twenty-eight ] year old grisha in the little palace. she is a [ tidemaker ] and are known in the little palace as the [ mountebank ]. they are known to be [ adaptable ] and [ devious ] and vaguely resemble [ davika hoorne ]. 

( okay my soc ass had to make her grow up in ketterdam i’m sorry )

- before yeva knew that she was a tidemaker, she was what one might call an “ordinary” girl in ketterdam. ( as far as anyone can be ordinary in ketterdam )

- as many people living there, she didn’t really have the best time of her life there. her father, well, he was just a name causing an uncomfortable silence whenever one would mutter it. her mother, she tried her best to survive in that hellhole. although, yeva knew how much her did for her, the only person she really could get close to was her step-sibling. ( a wc i’ll elaborate more on when i’m finally requesting that wc). though not bound by blood, they meant the world to yeva and little yeva felt as if she had to protect her from whatever was lurking in ketterdam’s (shady) alleyways.

- despite of her noble intentions, realistically she wasn’t strong. and how so? no one taught her how to protect herself and she was still a child. however, yeva didn’t want to wait around for nothing. instead, she decided to take matters into her own hands and looking back this idea was really stupid, but she wholeheartedly believed that messign with some other kids would be a brilliant way to improve her combat skills ( all my muses have to be stupid at some point i’m sorry, theyre all dumb)

- of course this plan failed terribly ( and instead she was the one getting her ass beaten  ).  luckily someone witnessed that (comedic) unfortunate scene and helped yeva out. and this somehow became the turning point of her life. yeva, completely awe-struck with the stranger, wanted to know more about him. truth to be told, he didn’t do much and his presence alone somehow scared the kids away ( poor kids almost got into a fight with a grown-ass man) but yeva didn’t really care. turned out he was a drüskelle (retired though (as much as one can), thus he didn’t really have to rely on any grisha “magic”, something yeva really admired.

- long story short, he not only became a mentor to yeva ( who successfully convinced him to show her some “cool” drüskelle tricks) but also a father-figure. yeva really trusted him and his beliefs also became hers. which we might say weren’t exactly grisha friendly. at first she didn’t get why he hated grisha so much, to her they didn’t seem too bad but as time passed his words left a mark.

- however, what actually made her end up despising grisha was a certain incident. as much as this day affected yeva, everything happened within a second. a short moment of exchanged laughter, cruelly disrupted by two grisha. tidemakers ( a cruel twist of irony ) . looking back at it now, yeva figured that these two grisha had a long and unresolved grudge against him ( which wasn’t too surprising with him being a drüskelle) and had their eye on him ever since. 

- to put it briefly, yeva was forced to witness the death of someone whom she considered a father to her. yet, fate couldn’t be more cruel on her and it was also the moment her abilities were triggered , and , of course, she turned out to be a grisha as well. make it worse. a tidemaker.

- skipping over all the formalities (bcs this is getting too long) and luck not really being on her side she was brought to the little palace. her mother wasn’t too surprised and knowing that yeva wouldn’t have a future here at ketterdam, she thought that ravka was far more appealing.

- yeva wasn’t happy of course. not only was she forced to be with the people who she despised she herself was one. at first, she refused to do anything at all, she didn’t mind if she were to be punished for her stuborness. no one knew why she was behaving this way, they just shrugged it off as her being a spoiled brat refusing to be useful. yeva, however, didn’t continue to be like this forever and what happened next surpirsed everyone. suddenly, she was eager to train and improved quickly. all they saw was a hardworking grisha but what they didn’t know was that yeva’s intentions weren’t noble. 

- instead of wasting her time at pitying and hating herself, she realized that she was at the perfect place to learn everything about her ‘enemies’. 

- basically, she has that grand plan of trying to destroy things from within, being the wolf in sheep’s clothing (cutting this short bcs this is getting long again). 

personality

- honestly, as i’ve mentioned before she’s fake. and not in that way where she’ll just pretend to smile and go on with her day, she really goes out her way in acting as if she was the sweetest and kindest girl out there. however, everthing she does serves some purpose. she helps you with some training ? she gives you some advice on a personal matter ? she compliments you on your smile ? lets say she doesn’t do it out of kindness. not when you’re a grisha. of course, she isn’t perfect at keeping this act up all the time.  and if one pays a little more attention to her actions, they can see her facade crumbling. still, where vika is all about being straight-forward and accidentally hurting one’s feeling without meaning it, yeva is all about sugar-coating when she needs to but also deliberately using one’s weakness against them.

traits ( adding some bcs i want to redeem her a little bit but i also don’t respect her so..) 

[+] adaptable, decisive, loyal , observant 

[-] ruthless, doesn’t think through consequences, blindly faithful, intrusive

headcanons

- tba ( but i just had to add that yeva prbly wouldn’t hesitate to push someone from the ship when they’d travel through the shadow fold.)

- every time she must do more than simply tolerating grisha, like saying that they’re great she probably loses one year of her life

- trying to keep her reputation yeva is known to give exceptionally good advice

- as much as she despises that “grisha magic” she believes in things like card reading, fortune telling and is quite faithful to the saints (regardless of being grisha or not)

connections

someone who sees through her (shit) facade and unlike everyone else who perceives yeva as that sweet angel, they find her suspicious and doesn’t trust her.

a grisha who is the complete opposite of what yeva think they are and might as well be someone yeva tolerates and might add that 0.1% of character development 

listen an unrequited love bcs i’m laughing at the idea that someone might fall for her super fake persona and the more time they spend with her they start to realize that it is just an act.

someone who turns for advice to yeva bcs of her reputation

*sneakily puts my step sibling connection here so if u r intreested hmu ;) but i’ll also request it later but rn i’m too lazy*

HONESTLY EVERYTHING i love angsty and dramatic shit, but i’m super open for other ideas bcs my two braincells need that wonderful input and inspo so gimme all the connections PLS !!! *types this in thirsty for all ur wonderful muses*

[luminaeres]

quarantine got me watching the entire hp series again and wow im a hoe but i want some hp plots?? i’ll play/play against practically any character in any era and i do m/m, m/f, and f/f ships! if you’re interested hmu or just give this a like && i’ll come to you!! (pls be 18+)

[emclys]

*james charles vc* hi sisters! i’m nina and i never fucking learned how to read (rip vine 2k17). if you wanna plot with me, like this and i’ll slide into your im’s or hmu

fresh off a plane from new york, usa it's emily darling. they’re a sophmore majoring in law at collège alpin. you might know them from their parents, they’re a director and actress. the nineteen year old aquarius bears a strange resemblance to kendall jenner. around collège alpin they’re known as the resident pessimist. it helps that they’re very + kind and + funny, but they’ve been known to be - cynical and - reckless. you’ll recognize them in the halls by mismatched socks, a marble phonecase and a red coca-cola backbag. listen out for you can call me al by paul simon playing in their room. * national honors society, tennis

her dad, james darling, is a very famous director (think christopher nolan) and her mom, julie darling, is a just as famous actress/model. they’ve been married for almost 20 years and are a “dream couple”

she’s an only child, so yes, she’s spoiled but her parents didn’t want her to grow up and be a prick so they made her work and behave for everything

raised in new york city. she’s a proper city gal and loves it

despite being a child actress, she never actually liked acting so once she was able to make her own choices, she stopped. she’s much more comfy behind the camera than infront of it

she decided to study abroad to kinda get a sense of independence

okok on to her personality: she’s basically a mixture of nick miller and jess day

she’s above average sarcastic & negative but also caring and easy going, like honestly if you talk to her for longer than five minutes you’re friends 4 life ngl

no but seriously, she’s pals with everybody but she has that talent where you think you know everything about her but really it’s only a small part of who she is

she says ‘this is how we die’, ‘mark my words’ and ‘scooby dooby don’t’ too much & does fingerguns at least twice in every conversation

loves to give advice but makes sure to end it with ‘i don’t know though’ so you can’t sue her for giving you shit advice

she’s got shawn mendes as her phone lockscreen and tells everybody he’s her bf

as mentioned before she does have a lot of friends but only a few she actually considers her friends and once you’re in that v small circle there isn’t anything emily wouldn’t do for you. like she would literally go through hell and back for you without even thinking twice. she’s a loyal hoe

she doesn’t believe in love but she likes the idea of it ??

also lOVES partying and gets into trouble easily yikes

possible connections: (i’m very open to brainstorming) friends, bromances, a dope squad, platonic soulmates, exes, PARTYING FRIENDS (she needs so many), ride or die / partners in crime / brotp, hs sweethearts, (ex-)fwb, gym buddy, good influence (lbr she needs it), someone she’s always had a crush on? and who she acts sUPER AWKS around pls i’m begging u

[flcrencepgh]

ok here are my current trash babes feel free to hmu on discord (eredluin#7673) if you want to do any plotting!!

whitley knox  [ 26, florence pugh ] professional/olympic level snowboarder. gonna be competing in the games. bold, assertive, and competitive. needs everything, including anyone that wants to do siblings. would lowkey love to do a rivals/enemies to lovers situation, even if it’s not endgame and is just a huge mess. im pretty open plot wise for her so just feel free to throw things at me

margot “meg” kelly  [ 21, abigail cowen ] the youngest in a fam of redheaded irish catholics. so if you have a redhead, consider being a kelly??? a former catholic schoolgirl who broke up with her middle school/high school sweetheart (needed!) once it became public knowledge that she’s a stripper and potentially cheated on him during a journey of self discovery. i sort of really want her to end up in a poly situation?? maybe with the ex and the “self discovery” person?

elias romero [ 30, sean teale ] paramedic (would love to get a group of emergency/first responder friends going if anyone else is making one!), former military. engaged to the love of his life but also just became the guardian of his  niece and nephew (both needed, 18-20 years old) so he and his future husband (needed, might be reconsidering marriage now) are putting a lot of their big plans on hold to take care of them. 

luciana “luce” avigo, [ 32, ana de armas ] has a twin sister if anyone wants to make her.  [twin reserved] luce is organized, practical, and structured where i’d love if her twin was more vivacious and chaotic just to make it fun. gourmet baker at the resort, which also runs a blog/youtube series of the “test kitchen”. she’s the claire saffitz ok making gourmet versions of everyone’s favorite sweets, snacks, and junk food. would love all of her coworkers!

wilder king  [ 23, charlie rowe ] musician and composer, probably part of a band in high school. traveled the world recently so he could “find inspiration” for his art... aka fuck around and get instagram famous tbh. he’s a cheerful guy but fickle and bordering on fuckboy/art hoe territory. needs the rest of his messy fam and please all the exes. also his twin sisterrrr

[mmtaesung-blog]

hello everyone! i’m super excited to be here, as you’ll be able to tell by my overuse of exclamation points throughout this post!! you can call me lena (she/her pronouns) and i operate out of the mdt / gmt -6 timezone. this is my trash son, bang taesung, twenty two years old and a sixth year in baek ho. i have his profile and background pages up already, along with a quick plots page that needs more work but is all i can manage for now, lmao. i’ll drop some more info on him under the cut, along with some general connections under the cut! please hit the like button if you’d like to plot and i will hop into your ims! or feel free to hmu on im or via discord ( just ask! ). can’t wait to start writing with you all ♥

bang taesung, most friends call him tae. the bang 1 canon, for reference!

turned twenty two this year, in his sixth year, was sorted into baek ho almost instantly and has a hell of a lot of house pride as a result

models for the song fashion house--which is incidentally owned + run by his parents, so feel free to cry nepotism! has been the face of quite a few apparel lines and appeared in a few magazines so his face might be recognizable if you pay attention to that sort of thing

a chaser for the varsity quidditch team (go chollimas, go!) and pretty damn proud of it. a bit of a showboat, but he thinks his attitude is deserved because he’s good :’D has some aspirations to go pro but isn’t sure if he wants to lock himself down in one future career yet

majoring in transfiguration. not at the top of his classes or anything, but he generally does well enough. he’s smart yet hates to study, so his grades are entirely a result of whatever he absorbs during class and last minute cramming before exams. his friends help too

born and brought up in seoul; attended yosul middle school prior to enrolling in the yosul school for witches and wizards. lives on campus in a dorm for the campus lifestyle but visits home often (since his parents live in the city as well) 

a pureblood, but lacking the prejudices that come with the status. he doesn’t care much about blood purity at all and won’t really stand for the bullshit some people spout about it at all. has been known to hex people over their trash opinions! 

a really charming + easygoing guy for the most part, basks in attention, likes it when people fawn over him because he’s a hoe like that! but also sort of rigidly moralistic and a prick who never takes things seriously, can be casually and unthinkingly cruel. has a heart of gold and insanely loyal to his friends at the end of the day, though!! 

he’s a good boy, most of the time 

GENERAL CONNECTIONS:

some friends!! especially close in age or in the same year (same major, even). taesung is really easy to get to know + befriend and it doesn’t take much for him to get attached to people

quidditch related plots! whether fellow team members, fans, or antis--quiddtich is a huge part of his life (some might call him a well-meaning jock) and he feels strongly about it, so anything related is guaranteed to get a reaction out of him

exes? he dates around a lot--craves love and affection and attention but isn’t necessarily the best at returning it in a meaningful way, so most of his relationships are short or end badly, but it’s fun in the meantime? 

also flirty relationships, one-sided or not, never going to amount to much in taesung’s mind because it’s his natural setting, but it would be fun to play around with the idea that the other party reads too much into it!

fellow house-mates, baek ho buddies--someone to enable his bad ideas or rep house pride alongside taesung. he’s close to the majority of them, i’d imagine, unless they really exist outside the norm for their house

purebloods who know each other due to family connections but don’t necessarily have the best relationship with taesung? he’s polite on the surface for the most part, but can also be a dick

girlfriends/boyfriends.... again, dates around a lot so would love to have some current relationships for him to cycle through (and deal with the fallout of)

enemies/rivals/the bane of his existence. once again, he’s a dick often without knowing it, so i would love to have a few people hate his guts

give him (1) rival since childhood but with a simmering kind of tension there, always calls taesung a pretty boy and disparages all his accomplishments and taesung says goddamn right i’m a pretty boy but in actuality cannot stand him...

anything you can think of... i’m pretty open when it comes to plots for taesung!! 

[halcylu]

what’s good my dudes !! since i have no ounce of self-control left ( who even IS she idk her ???? ) i’d love to get my hands on some new characters, ships and storylines this spooky season !! under the cut i’ve gathered a BIG ASS wishlist, so just hit that heart or hmu if anything piques ur interest !! 

wanted faceclaims : alessia cara. milena tscharntke. asa butterfield. ella purnell. wolfgang novogratz. marilyn lima. natasha liu bordizzo. maxence danet-fauvel. josefine frida pettersen. michelangelo fortuzzi. griffin gluck. anya taylor-joy. ellie bamber. lorenzo zurzolo. florence pugh. froy gutierrez. colin ford. natalia dyer. nicola peltz. álvaro rico. kennedy walsh. lisa teige. odeya rush. ashton irwin. suus de nies. xavier serrano. irene ferreiro. calum hood. stefanie scott. kaitlyn dever. brandon flynn. benedetta gargari. margaret qualley. keiynan lonsdale. kiana ledé. reece king. lalisa manoban. 

wanted opposites : dylan minnette. danna paola. jacob elordi. chris veres. sofia carson. mark mckenna. gavin leatherwood. sydney sweeney. michel biel. maya hawke. alex wolff. alice pagani. katherine langford. jack mulhern. fionn whitehead. hunter schafer. olivia dejonge. monk dagelet. brandon flynn. emma mackey. timothée chalamet. sophie turner. saoirse ronan. luke hemmings. diana silvers. miles heizer. joe keery. hailee steinfeld. alisha boe. ross lynch. thomas brodie-sangster. eliza scanlen. tom webb. shawn mendes. lili reinhart. tarjei sandvik moe. king princess. taylor marie hill. jack o’connell. charlie heaton. perrie edwards. keith powers. laura harrier. arón piper. lauren jauregui. matty healy. 

wanted pairings : shawn mendes & alessia cara. saoirse ronan & timothée chalamet. anya taylor-joy & alex wolff. lili reinhart & jeremy allen white. dylan minnette & kaitlyn dever. joe keery & josefine frida pettersen. alisha boe & brandon flynn. diana silvers & margaret qualley. tarjei sandvik moe & michelangelo fortuzzi. luke hemmings & kennedy walsh. nick robinson & liana liberato. hailee steinfeld & calum hood. matty healy & nicola peltz. 

wanted plots :

something based on alo and mini from third generation of skins !!! just like this push and pull relationship ---- girlie keeps the dude on a leash in some sort of v lowkey sneaking around friends w benefits kinda deal. like just let me play this sappy dude who’s so head over heels for this girl who’s just WAY out of his league and she’s always leading him on and getting his hopes up only to break his heart the next second like :////  I WANNA PLAY A SOFT DUMBASS OK.

also bc im a HOE for the 3rd gen. let me base a character off violet blood and do some kind of vi x richie inspired pairing bc im still not over this cheesy storyline !! 

u kno what just gimme everything skins inspired or even a cute lil mumu i mean ???

spooky stuff !!!! pl s !!! literally anything halloween themed !! something inspired by buzzfeed unsolved !! or veronica & jason from heathers !! maybe even a mumu based on scream the series ?? OR A CREEPY SUPERNATURAL TOWN OF SOME SORT. 

a ship inspired by this u know just this quirky ass couple thinking they’re the center of the universe being obnoxiously in love and stupid and probably on drugs oof. 

GIMME ALL OF THESE. 

this !! could also be a small mumu !! 

ok but let me play my alessia cara muse in this and i’ll shut up forever i promise :--)

BC IM A SUCKER FOR RIVALS TURNED LOVERS.

i’ve been craving this mumu for such a long time i stg someone pls end my misery !! 

this like i have nothing else to add i just need the angst :--)))

just something super dark and twisted w these two pls ????

zombie apocalypse stuff !! could be a cute n fresh lil mumu !! 

eeeeeeee !!

ik this isn’t dark or halloween themed or anything but gimme a cute camp counselors mumu w lots of bonfires, roasted marshmallows,  late night skinny dipping and fluff !!!!

OH AND THIS ONE. 

plus i have so many characters from my indie days that are super fleshed out and who i’ve been dying to play again so lemme kno if u wanna hear abt my trash children hihih.

[wintxrsongwhinnie]

Im still looking for more threads, seriously jump into my inbox like 'plot with me u hoe' and I will most likely be down for whatever plot you want and your heart desires!!

So yeah like this or reblog or shoot me a message, I also have discord so hmu if you prefer that!

[ingenves]

     hello angels ! the name’s moose ( she/her ) & i love bugs and poutine. it’s late af so im off to bed right away but ! i would love to plot with each and every single one of you so definitely feel free to HMU ( on here or u can ask for my discord if u prefer ) or LIKE THIS and i’ll come to u ! i don’t have a wc page or anything sorted out yet but we rollin. you can peep saskia’s pinterest board HERE for the aesthetic™ 

     ⌈ sophie turner, cisfemale, she/her ⌋ hey, is it SASKIA GRAHAM that you’re looking for? you know, the TWENTY-ONE year old ACTRESS. typically i see them hanging around NEPTUNE’S DINER so you could try there! i hear they’ve been in living in KINGSTON for ONE YEAR. gristol wouldn’t be the same without them, right? anyway, whenever i see them they make me think of fresh manicures, sweet nothings whispered in french & broken champagne bottles on a tile floor. 

ok so! lil miss saskia is the only child of infamous director lloyd graham and his second wife anna, a talent agent. they split up when she was a baby and although she was born in london, she primarily grew up in paris where she lived w her father and her step mom anaïs who was just an up-and-coming designer at the time of their marriage

as u can imagine, she grew up living this extravagant and opulent lifestyle that she’s since become addicted to

it was hard to be a normal kid w the parents she had, but.....all of her friends were also a part of the same world she was. as far as her childhood goes, ofc she was super duper privileged so it wasnt HARD but it also wasnt always easy??

she started acting when she was v young. she started her career in theatre as a child actor and then occasionally making small appearances in various movies that her father was working on, but her career rly took off when she hit her teen years.

she’s got a reputation for being a scream queen, most of her filmography consisting of indie french horror and thriller movies. she’s fairly well-known in france and in europe for her work but not so much in the americas unless ur into french / foreign film ig?

her father has always had most of the control over her career. although he had no part in getting her roles, he did police what she could and couldn’t audition for and he did his best to make sure that she stayed scandal-free and out of the tabloids to avoid taking a dump on the family name u know?

which is........kind of funny bc her dad is WELL KNOWN for being horrible to work with, short-tempered, demanding, all that good stuff. he’s also just.....rude. and elitist and he thinks he’s better than everyone else even tho his movies arent even THAT good. satan himself, probably

so ofc saskia didn’t want to work w him either and it was exhausting having to be his DAUGHTER when he’s so controlling

they had this MASSIVE fight eventually, where saskia basically called him out for trying to control every aspect of her life instead of just letting her LIVE and take her career and her life in the direction she wanted to. he claimed that every single one of her accomplishments was because of HIM and because of their name and without all their money she would be nothing and that made her FURIOUS bc as much as yes, her family did help her get her foot in the door and get auditions, all of the work she’s done and every role she’s gotten was because she earned it, not because of anyone else

in an act of spite and to give her dad two big ole MIDDLE FINGERS she moved to the place her father hates the most, new york city. that’s what she told him, at least, but she settled in gristol instead, just a short drive away from the big apple

she never rly pictured herself living there since.....paris is her entire life and she’s never rly had an interest in expanding her horizons to american film but.........now that she’s tryna piss off her dad she just might :/

ditched her big fancy house for a cute lil apartment that she adores

tbqh she’s just been taking a hiatus from her career since moving, straight chillin most of the time , kind of laying low and getting her ducks in a row, letting her father stew while not knowing wtf she’s been doing for a year

but she’s bored bored BORED and she doesn’t want to go back home so she’s just getting her career going again, going to auditions and doing the whole dealio u know how it be

that abt sums it up??? let me talk abt her cancer ass now

she’s SUPER good at keeping a facade and then going home to cry herself to sleep afterwards

lowkey insecure af

riddled w trust issues

as u can tell, she is a spiteful little shit

she doesn’t like to talk abt her feelings but then.....gets offended when ppl dont realize when she’s upset or angry??? *lisa from the room vc* i don’t want to talk about it

she takes criticism very personally and will most definitely get angry at u if u criticize her in any way

wtf is a stable emotion???? she has no idea

her life is a constant cycle of overreacting to things

don’t get me WRONG she is actually quite a sweetheart but it’s when u try to call her out or break her trust that she does a fuckin flip flop and goes bananas

she out here destroying herself so no one else can :/

she gets stressed out v easily and always has to take time for herself ahdsjkfg. spa days are what keep her going

loyal af to the ppl who are loyal to her!!!!!

can be lowkey manipulative without even realizing what she’s doing. just a smooth talker rly

ok some lil extra bits for ur consideration

she rly.....had no idea how to live by herself tbqh after moving out. she was LOST. didn’t know how to do laundry or make coffee or do the dishes, she didn’t know SHIT MY GUY. for someone who is v intelligent she rly......had a hard time adjusting to Real life.

occasionally walks the runway for her step-mom but her true Passion is acting

she has to take a nap every day or else she is impossible to deal with

likes to Partay but she always texts her exes when she’s drunk :/

a sentimental BITCH!!!! keeps every letter and birthday card anyone has ever given her. she has money so like.....she prefers to receive sentimental gifts that make her lowkey soft heart Melt.

loves spontaneous trips and adventures

since moving to gristol she’s become less of a fashion bitch and more of a casual comfort hoe but.......the gal always has her nails done

she hasn’t spoken to her dad since she moved away but she talks to her step-mom almost everyday bc she adores that womaN

she absolutely.....adORES american culture. she watched a ton of american tv growing up and she idolizes that shit dude

fluent in french & english ofc!! has a lil french accent

ok that’s all i have rly thank u for reading this far if u did and if not i feel u man and i still love u 

[cflcve]

( josefine frida pettersen. twenty-two. cisfemale. she/her. ) ❛ maja love olsen, a gemini from trondheim, moved into holloway three months ago. they are a student that lives in apartment 4a here and their neighbors don’t particularly mind them. some say they can be -erratic and -flippant but others say they’re +maverick and +scintillating. anyways, one thing is for sure: you hear generation why by conan gray, it’s love blasting it. ( penned by barb, twenty-one, gmt+1. )

uhHHh hey demons ,, its ya girl , back with a second muse ! same deal ,, pls like 4 plots or hmu here / discord !! ill disappear in a bit so ,, ill probably see y’all tomorrow :-) maja’s pinterest board , if you’re into that kinda stuff !

UH the vibe im trying with love here ? ?? ? super out of my comfort zone ,, so pls bare with me if i fuq her up lmao yikes

shes like . the duck holding a plastic knife meme ?? yes

so love is a dumb hoe . i love her , but ,, bc she’s like a kid / pet / plant to me , i feel like i have to rip

problematic family affairs ; cheater dad , alcoholic mother , a disappearing brother . 

for a long ass time , love did her absolute best to be the glue to hold this mess of a family together but nah . they were too far gone . 

small changes here and there , , she grew numb , ya know ?? whenever mommy & daddy would start arguing , she would just get the fuck out to a friends house  & she would actually stay there for weeks sjkjdak her friends moms’ wanted to hate love , but the ho she is , always nice & loveable , they could never kick her ass out lmao

ummm

serious issues ?? * insert the chicken running away meme *

love ??  ? nei

but shes the type of dumb ho to get super drunk & get married at vegas , yikes . a wc . hmu

unapologetic . to the rate  ,, , it probably bothers ppl around her yikes

she cant tell the difference between being bold & being idiot , so theres that .

says she can handle anything . big fat lie

sleeps with a teddy bear

uhh i rly cant with english tongiht im so sorry

:(

also addition to the tragic shit happening above

shes one art hoe

like . keeps her art hidden bc shes too damn scared to get a negative or even ???? positive feedback ?? like . 

why