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LOGAN LERMAN 2023 / analuisacorrigan's Instagram Story (August 26)

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Alexander sat idly on the grass with his eyes closed, letting the peace and quiet of the moment wash over him. After a particularly challenging week at work (some student undermining his authority and legitimacy as an associate professor multiple times due to his age which wasn't really surprising but it had manage to get under his skin this time around), it was nice to let go of the stress of his day-to-day and focus on nature, something he had grown to love with the years. His attention was stolen as he heard a voice next to him, making him open his eyelids and direct his view to the other with a puzzled look that quickly changed into an appreciative one upon recognizing the mayor. "If you had told me you made the cherry blossoms bloom yourself just in time for the scenery, I'd believe you" his lips curled up into a smirk. "You've outdone yourself sir, congratulations. Must be fun getting to plan all of this."

who: open @clearwaterstarters (3/5) where: cherry blossom festival

The Cherry Blossom Festival had always been Julien's favorite time of the year. There was something about the flowers that inspired creativity and caused him to believe that life could one day be perfect again; it was an illusion, of course, but Julien didn't mind giving in to it if just for a bit. "So," he said speaking over his shoulder to the person beside him, "how'd I do? Live up to expectations or have you seen better?"

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Alexander shifted in his place as he settled down in his seat as he waited for his order, the mug on the table left unattended as a precaution; the double espresso from bluebird café he had acquired minutes earlier, still too hot to be consumed, no matter how badly his entire body craves it. Insomnia is a bitch and has been a part of his daily routine for as long as he can remember, so he now mostly relies on caffeine to be a somewhat functional member of society; the jitters it leaves on his limbs merely a side effect he willingly goes through.

As he listens to a voice call out for his attention next to him with a request, the professor looks up from his cup and grants the other an apologetic smile in return "Sorry my dude. Quit a while back, should get back to it to be fair" he musters, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pack of gum, offering it to the other "Best I can offer right now other than coffee or some vegan sandwich that's good for you and kinda tastes like deli meat— helped me through when I quit. The gum, not the vegan food. The real deli meat did, though."

𝑂𝑃𝐸𝑁 𝑇𝑂: Everyone. @clearwaterstarters 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 | 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑁: Outside of Pure Roots, afternoon or evening.

⸻ The desire to be home borders on biblical, at this point, after the longest and most exhausting shift he's had in awhile. It shows in his expression, now that he's off the clock and sitting in front of Pure Roots, waiting for an Uber or Lyft ride home that isn't astronomical in price. He really wishes his humble sedan wasn't in the shop right now.

"Hey, mate," to the nearest person, putting on the friendliest smile he can manage. "You got a cigarette I can bum?" He quit years ago but they don't need to know that.

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♡ GRETA ONIEOGOU via instagram ( greta.onieogou )

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Location: Clearwater Cherry Blossom Festival

Status: Open for everyone @clearwaterstarters

Violet could feel the grass on the parts of her legs that were not covered by the picnic blanket as one hand reached for a single grape neatly packed in tupperware container, brown eyes focused on the sketchpad resting on her lap. The sketch she had been working on for the past hour was nearly finished, depicting the cherry blossoms nearly finished, neatly shaded with pencil and lacked of color. If inspiration happened to find her once she got to her studio, perhaps she could transfer the sketch to a canvas, let the oil paints she hadn't touch in weeks finally see the light in hues of pink but for now, this would suffice.

Just as she was doing the finishing touches of the nearest tree, detailed as ever, she sensed a presence on her side and she stopped her task, turning to grin at the other. "Enjoyin' the day?" she questioned before pointing at the picnic basket near her legs "Wanna join me? I packed way too much food— even got some fresh fruit from the farmer's market 'cause I need to learn to say no. It's good don't get me wrong but there's no way on god's earth I'm eating all that by myself."

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Violet enjoyed learning new skills every chance she got, especially if they were helpful to her very own business. There was no desire for total control nor pride behind the notion, she simply found peace in the knowledge that if she ever needed to make use of a particular skillset, she had at the very least some knowledge to make it all work out for at least a short period of time alas why she found herself in the cake decoration class. Although the b&b had a genius chef who specialized in pastries and baked goods Violet worshipped, she wanted to make sure if they ever parted ways or anything happened that required them to leave the kitchen, the b&b owner could at the very least get in the kitchen and help until a new chef arrived. She had done so with each and ever job position in Hummingbird B&B, this was simply the one she enjoyed the most. As she tried to squeeze another petal from the plastic bag in her hands, she couldn't help but chuckle at the man's remark, her head tilted to the side as she looked at his creation and then her own. "I guess my dream of becoming the next cake boss needs to be put to rest now. That does not look like an orchid" her voice laced with amusement and self-judgement before granting the other a grin. "You could claim art is subjective if anyone says anything about it, say you were inspired by Dalí and charge double."

for: anyone (2/4) @clearwaterstarters where: bon appetreat, cake decorating class

Cake decorating was a lot like painting, except in the sense that it wasn't whatsoever. Tony was able to mix colors no problem, and felt he'd done well enough on the galaxy 'pattern' that someone could know what he was going for, but getting the piping right? Impossible. After a fourth attempt and having the instructor carefully remove the offending frosting, he turned to the person next to him to see their progress and if they could be of any help with limited teachers flitting about the room. "Please tell me I'm not the only one suffering here. I can understand more now why professional cakes are so expensive with all this effort."

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Violet's features brightened up at the sight of a few cat's tiny faces on the posters so neatly prepped. It had occurred to her while looking into expanding the b&b to add a stable for two horses she had been recently looking into getting, that during all of her life living alone, she had never really had a pet of her own. She had rescued some animals here and there, cared for them for a few weeks and then searched homes for them all as best as she could with each goodbye stinging a tad more each time, but she had never had a companion to call her own before and now that her schedule prevented her from caring for displaced animals, perhaps it was time to get a lifetime companion of her own; her house growing every bit lonelier as time went by now she lived by her lonesome. "Thank you, this is impressive work, must've taken a while to set all up" she responded with a gentle smile as she looked around the room amazed only to return her undivided attention to the other. "This would be the first time I have a furry friend of my own so tell me what I should do. I cannot just chose one, how could I? Is this how people end up getting nine cats in a row?"

who: open @clearwaterstarters (4/5) where: frisky kitty cafe

It was difficult to believe that Adoption Week had arrived. Archie had prepped and prepped and prepped some more, and now it was finally here. "We have twenty-five cats looking for homes," he announced. Twenty-five and he was determined to see them all adopted. He'd created individualized posters for each cat that spoke to their interests and likes in the style of dating profiles hoping that the whimsy of it would spurn some interest, as well as put together adoption kits to go home with each cat. He was sure there was more he could have done but, in that moment, he couldn't think of a single thing. Either all of his hard work would pay off or it wouldn't. Only time would tell. "So, I'm sure you'll find someone here that fits your needs. Please feel free to let me know if you need any assistance."

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Although Violet wasn't keen on excessive exercise, she had always enjoy running. There was something freeing about the entire ordeal to the artist and it helped that the habit she had picked up brought her closer to her brother in a context outside of their usual family dynamic. However, as it often happened, Violet had a way to get in her head and not see what happened around her, like Carson tiredly panting and tagging out until the minute he voiced her name out loud. In response she gave a small sigh and stopped on her tracks, running backwards to where her brother had decided to rest. "Sure that's the reason and not your age and the fact that your bones are not what they used to be" she jested playfully, sitting down next to the other and nudging him gently, letting him know it was all in good fun and not really what she thought of her older brother.

Violet grinned back at the other gently, taking her own bottle of water and opening the lid as she focused on his questioning. "I'll always have time for running with you, plus I need to get my head out of work for a little bit every now and then, I think the regulars are starting to get worried about me not having much time off the B&B" she half jested, finally taking a sip off her bottle. The artist took a few seconds to respond to her brother's next query after analyzing Carson briefly. "They care about you, they worry. We all do" she whispered gently. Violet had admire Carson from the moment they had met after she was brought up into the family, her admiration only growing exponentially as he became the man he now was but she couldn't help but worry about the albeit heroic yet dangerous lifepath he had chosen. Still, not wanting her reaction to be misinterpreted by the other, she grinned again. "The B&B is great, we're thinking of adding a petting zoo for the little ones or maybe horse-riding if we can figure out the permits, but we can't complain. Our chef is already working on our summer menu, you should come by on taste test day" Violet encouraged before shooting the other a gentle yet wary smile, "What about you? Is dad giving you a hard time?" a pause as she tried to soften the blow of that specific conversation "How many people have you saved this week? Have you been sleeping good?" her tone laced with pride for her brother and a tang of worry she tried her very best to mask.

Starter For: @bevvitchcd (Violet) Location: Twilight Park

Carson's shoes smacked rhythmically against the pavement. He usually ran alone and with earbuds, but today he had company in the form of his sister. Carson's t-shirt was soaked in sweat, legs starting to feel like they were made of concrete blocks. "Okay, okay, time out," Carson gasped, making the T sign with his hands as he stopped to lean against the bench, pulling the cap off his water bottle. "I think you have an advantage," Carson grinned. "Smaller frame, less to carry." Carson sank into the bench, leaning back to catch his breath. "Surprised you have time to get a run in with tourism starting to pick up. How are things going at the B&B, by the way? It's nice one of us has a career our parents approve of."

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this just in! ALEXANDER WARREN has just been spotted in town. Wait. You don’t know who HE is? the 35 year old ASSOCIATE PROFESSOR @ CCC has been in town for, like, ON-AND-OFF 23 YEARS. they’re known to be quite OBSTINATE, but being GENTLE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble LOGAN LERMAN. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those UGLY SWEATERS, THE CRACKING OF A BONFIRE ACCOMPANIED BY A GUITAR, THE FEELING OF RETURNING HOME AFTER A LONG TRIP vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around DOWNTOWN long enough! 

BASICS

full name: noah alexander warren

nickname: alex

age/date of birth: 35 / may 8th, 1989

zodiac sign: taurus ☼ libra ☾ cancer ↑

gender identity: cis man (he/him)

hometown: hermosa beach, california

current location: clearwater, new york

time in town: on.and-off, 23 years

sexual orientation: demisexual

occupation: associate professor

PERSONALITY

labels: the phoenix, the benefactor, the mediator

positive traits: gentle , reliable , caring , trustworthy , allocentric , dutiful

negative traits: obstinate , reticent , stubborn , secretive , deceitful

hobbies: cooking, reading, musical theatre, camping, sports, volunteering

languages spoken: english, french, hebrew, latin

instruments played: guitar, piano

favorite color: blue, red, green

favorite food: anything, but specially pies (he has memories attached to pies)

allergies: n/a

APPEARANCE

height: 5'9

distinguished characteristics: multiple scars throughout his body; a blink and you'll miss it type of situation. some are from childhood and barely noticeable if you look closely whilst the most prominent ones are around 4 years old, situated in his ribs. there is no itemized list yet, but it is something he is acutely aware of.

tattoos: a phoenix on his back, a minimalist tattoo from the song ‘from eden’ by hozier where the word idealism sits in a small prison and it’s located on his left ribcage, the date of his mom’s passing and his sibling’s disappearance on his chest, the phrase ‘when i was drowning, that’s where i could finally breathe’ on his right forearm. ( ref )

piercings: n/a

right or left-handed?: right-handed

RELATIONSHIPS

parents: robert warren (whereabouts unknown), abigail warren (nee: weiss, ballet teacher)

sibling(s): a younger sibling (whereabouts unknown), possibly half siblings

pet(s): a four year old borador named pollux

BULLET POINTS

tw: drug use, abuse, death mention, panic attack mention

abigail grew up dreaming of becoming two things: a successful ballerina and the loving mother she herself never had. she worked day and night, running herself thin for years until she made it to the nyc ballet company as their prima ballerina at the impressive age of 24. it was that candor, passion and grace she exuded while on the stage that caught the attention of a young robert warren who, by some magnificent miracle happened to be on the crowd for alycia's very second presentation on stage. he decided to introduce himself after the show and they hit it off right away, went out for a drink and nine months on the dot, alexander warren was born on hermosa beach, robert's hometown.

alex grew up in a broken household with a negligent, abusive, narcissistic father and a loving and caring but mentally ill mother who had sadly been drawn to the world of drug addiction by her very own husband, who made a living out of not only dealing but fabricating said drugs. it became obvious to alex at a very young age that he was on his own. despite all that, he had a pretty normal childhood (as normal as one can be with a parent who half of the time isn't there and whenever he is around, leaves you wishing he wasn't) up until he turned 6 and his younger sibling was born. alex adored him the moment he met him and vowed to protect him at all costs, the two became inseparable.

as years went by, issues within the warren household grew more evident and worrisome. abigail was at wit ends and robert only grew angrier to the point where neighbors, friends and teachers got involved and called the police. many times social services were called to make an investigation yet, nothing was ever done until the day robert got tired of his family and ran away in the middle of the night without saying a word. and although everyone in the family knew it would be difficult for all, especially for abigail who now had to find a way to provide for two children after years of not working, they couldn't help but feel free for the first time in their lives.

knowing there was nothing left in hermosa beach for them, the now family of two used all the money they had left to flee the town and move to clearwater, ny when alexander was 12, a few months after robert left. it was abigail's hometown and she still had some family left there she knew she could rely on. slowly but surely they worked on getting their lives back together in a new town and finding that peace they had been looking for for the past twelve years. the ghost of robert is haunted them but the three grew closer and stronger and began the life they had always dreamed of with abigail becoming a ballet teacher.

however, it didn't take long for robert to find the family again. a few years into their new lives, now with alexander as a high school student who dared to dream of a better future for himself and his family that he could help achieve, robert came knocking on their door, begging for forgiveness and a place to spend his 'last days' according to him. abigail, scarred yet moved by kindness and the truth that this was the father of her children, took robert in (spite of what her own children had to say). for a few months, the four of them tried to make it work again. to bring robert into their lives (abigail thinking her children needed a father and her children doing it for abigail and her peace of mind) until the faithful day alexander happened to listen to a conversation between his father and a friend of his. in the call, robert admitted to be hiding from some dangerous people he had messed with in clearwater and claimed as soon as he knew he was safe, he'd leave the family home again without first taking everything her mother had worked for. enraged, alexander kicked him out of the house threatening to call the cops if he didn't leave. robert fled cowardly after fighting and insulting his first born.

however, unbeknownst to the family, it was already too late. the people who had been searching for robert knew he had gone to clearwater and although he had fled, they were ready to take revenge on who they knew were his family. alexander's sibling who was the only one in the house by the time they arrived as abigail was working and alexander had gone to look for a job of his own to help his mother, was the one target of the attack. the people looking for robert saw a young, healthy young man and decided to take him instead of harming him and by the time alex and abigail went back home, their youngest was nowhere to be found. his high school years became a blur; other than work and school alexander spent every waking moment searching for his brother to no avail and once the case got cold by the officers, the remaining family lost all hopes.

upon graduating high school, still grieving his sibling but knowing he had the responsibility of caring for himself and his mother now, alexander applied to nyu in their criminal justice program, knowing he wanted to be the type of person who protects people from what had happened to his little brother. after some considering, alexander and abigail moved to new york for him to start his college years, abigail continue her career as a ballet teacher in the same academy she had once been discovered in and alexander picking up two jobs in order for him to care for himself, his mother and his college expenses.

the next four years came and went fast; with the blink of an eye alexander was graduating college and moving to quantico to get trained in the fbi while abigail decided to move back to clearwater. a year and thousands of hours dedicated to the craft later, the oldest of the warren children was working for the fbi and had been assigned to new york again. alexander worked tiresly to be the person he thought he needed to be, the federal agent he had dreamed of for years after his sibling's disappearance who helped the good and caught the bad guys however, the more he put his heart and soul into the job, the more he grew to abhor it. by age 25 he was on a promising path towards becoming one of the youngest' agents to reach a directive position and dreading every moment spent on the clock until the day he was injured while on a mission. it was life-threatening, he had to spent weeks in the hospital which gave him some sort of clarity about what he was doing with his life and ultimately, alexander resigned his job.

now lost in a sea of vast opportunities, alexander gave himself a few weeks to think his next step through and decided to visit his mother in clearwater for some peace of mind. upon arrival to the first little town he ever called home, he was reminded of it's charm and with little convincing from his mother and the rest of his family, alexander moved back to clearwater as there was nothing left keeping him in new york. he used some of his savings on part of a mortgage on a lovely house downtown and even enrolled in chrisholm college to get his phD in criminal justice, with the objective of his next goal set on becoming a professor.

at age 30, now with his phD in hand after 4 years of intense work, he was offered a position in the college by his very own senior teacher to become his teaching assistant and after 4 more years of work and learning side by side with his professor, he landed himself the position of associate professor at age 35 due to his outstanding performance.

WANTED CONNECTIONS (more to come)

PEACE . ( plat? could be rom / any gender )

relationships are as complex as human beings. we are volatile, coarse by nature; and things only get harsher when emotional baggage/mental health issues are carried and tossed around. it’s a russian roulette half the time, loving and carrying for those around you, but oh how worth it it is when you can find someone who understands you even without speaking, someone who knows you and your inner demons and still sticks by your side. although nothing is perfect and there will never be peace, you can keep eachother warm.

I’LL BE THERE FOR YOU  . ( plat / any gender )

the cory to his shawn, the phoebe to his joey, the chandler to his joey. he is a very loving person all together and deems himself a friendly guy who cares about all the people in his life, however this person has a special place in his heart. they are his go-to whenever something goes wrong and they need help, they are one of those people he’d do anything for and, most importantly, they are one of the few people who really know him, beyond the smiles and good times. who know the darkness that lies deep within him, perhaps the person he trusts the most in the world.

EASE MY MIND / SO WILL I . ( plat / any gender )

there are people who, even without a single word, can bring light into your world by simply existing. whenever something goes wrong, when the world is about to crumble down— they become your go-to, the one safe place that can ease your soul in the darkest hour and you can only hope that you can do the very same for them.

WORSHIP   . ( rom / any gender )

being a hopeless romantic entails many things. shared with an overachiever personality and a passionate soul whose sole existance revolves around making other’s happy— and you get yourself a giver. conventional relationships are not something you can handle, for one reason or another. doesn’t mean that every lover is not especial and deserves to be worshipped, something you are devoted to.

GETAWAY CAR   . ( rom / any gender )

it was, in every sense of the word, a rebound. one had a broken heart after a failed engagement and the other had their reasons— but it was meant as simply that. it lasted way longer than anyone expected it to, and when it ended, it wasn’t exactly soundless. both parts knew it wouldn’t last; however they weren’t ready for how damaging the outcome would be.

KEEP DRIVING . ( plat / any gender )

’We held darkness in withheld clouds I would ask, “Should we just keep driving?”’ when things get hard, when everything is going downhill, these two simply count on eachother to get on a car and keep driving. snacks and meaningful conversations withheld at 90 miles an hour to no forseen destiny— it may be one of alex’s most honest relationships.

DAYDREAMING . ( rom / any gender )

it’s still casual and new— but it’s all he’s been daydreaming about. the night calls, the illicit visits, the joy of having something private and non-commital and the way even one message from them can turn his entire day upside down.

work friends. teachers in general would be cool but anything university level would be fun, maybe rivals? the teacher who first offered him a position to become a TA in college would be grand

HALF SIBLINGS (robert warren got AROUND all around the USA and there is a chance he had multiple kids)

friends FAMILY FRIENDS, BAD INFLUENCES, good influences

family, maybe? cousins?

flings, one-side crushes, flirtationships, fwb, affairs, past lovers (however the relationship ended in good terms or bad, can be discussed?) the sky is the limit

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This just in! VIOLET WEST has just been spotted in town. Wait. You don’t know who SHE is? the 30 year old OWNER OF HUMMINGBIRD B&B has been in town for, like, HER WHOLE LIFE. they’re known to be quite DECEITFUL, but being RESILIENT seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble GRETA ONIEOGOU. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those OVERALLS COVERED IN PAINT, A HOUSE FILLED WITH PLANTS, THE FEELING OF THE SUN TOUCHING YOUR SKIN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE MORNING vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around BRIGHTSIDE long enough! 

BASICS

full name: violet west

nickname: vi

age/date of birth: 30 / july 7th, 1994

zodiac sign: cancer ☼ sagittarius ☾ aquarius ↑

gender identity: cis female (she/her)

hometown: clearwater, ny

current location: clearwater, ny

time in town: thirty years

sexual orientation: pansexual

occupation: owner of hummingbird b&b, artist

PERSONALITY

labels: the sweetheart, the alfresco, the mom friend

pos traits: resilient, allocentric, gregarious, adaptable, empathetic

neg traits: deceitful, impetous, taciturn, boisterous, recalcitrant

hobbies: painting, sculpting, sewing, cooking, gardening

languages spoken: english, french

instruments played: french horn

favorite color: yellow, green, pink

favorite food: new orleans cuisine

allergies: n/a

APPEARANCE

height: 5'8

distinguished characteristics: appendicitis scar on lower stomach

tattoos: none

piercings: ears

right or left-handed?: ambidextrous (was left-handed but was forced to use right hand from a very young age and became ambidextrous as a result)

RELATIONSHIPS

parents: grace savoy (birth mother, deceased), patrick bello (birth father, deceased) greta & frederick atkins (foster parents, whereabouts unknown), names tbd west (adoptive parents)

sibling(s): (2) adoptive siblings

pet(s): rescues strays and injured animals whenever she can

BULLET POINTS

tw: death mention, child endangerment, child negligence

despite popular belief, violet was a product of pure, unadulterated love. fleeting and heartbreaking love, but love nonetheless. violet's parents spent three whole months filled with all the love, dedication and devotion the world had to grant them upon meeting before learning they would be parents. although the news were unexpected, they were both happy and decided to start a family together in clearwater, the place where they met. the only problem? patrick's entire life was in georgia, so he had to travel south for a couple of weeks, get things settled and come back to start his life-long dream of having a family of his own. a week passed with no response from patrick, two weeks and later a month, grace growing more and more desperate as each hour passed with no news of the man who had promised to come back and start a family with her. when her sixth month of pregnancy arrived, grace was convinced patrick had backed down, that he had realized he didn't want a family and it was only her and violet against the world from now on. unbeknownst to her, a heartbroken bello family was trying to recover from the death of patrick, who had been killed upon his arrival to georgia in a car accident.

it was a rainy night, the night violet gave her first breath of fresh air. an intense procedure involving some health complications on grace's behalf that after a five hour long battle, made grace breathe her very last breath of air, exactly 3 minutes after violet was born. everything was so sudden, so shocking that even the medics and nurses were appalled by the circumstances. cindy, the nurse who had aid grace before and during the birth however, was gracious enough to care for violet like she was her own and gave her the biggest gift the newborn could ever receive: an identity. she had previously discussed names with grace, who had mentioned wanting her daughter to carry the name of violet and thus, she was named after her mother, per her last wish.

violet spent her very first years going from the system to a new foster home and back, never quite finding a place to call her own. she made herself fit, shaped herself to be the perfect image of a child a family could want, something to love. it was innate, the kindness and loving nature in her was a birth right given by both grace and patrick and yet she tried, hard, to be wanted, to be of service to every family who took her in, only for them to turn her back in when she was not needed anymore. at age six, the atkins family appeared. once again, she bent herself over to be the best version of herself she could be, to be cordial and of service, to be entertaining and grateful and for a while, it worked. the atkins seemed like decent people; foster parents who had around six children at a time in their home and seemed to care for each of them and, for the first time in her life, violet felt like she belonged. the matriarch happened to be a plastic artist and nursed the love for the arts in violet who very graciously accepted every bit of it. she started painting, drawing and sculpting with the aid of the matriarch who would proudly take her job and sell it amongst their friends, claiming it was her own.

about two years after first arriving to the atkins household, the cracks began to show. they were volatile and their finances were starting to suffer. back then, violet didn't understand much but it became painfully obvious when a new child arrived to the home, a younger orphan with sad eyes violet immediately grew protective of. the two together began a journey that lasted a few years in the atkins household with less than formidable conditions, yet they endured it, knowing if they somehow made it out of the household there was a chance they would be separated.

four months after violet's nineth birthday, an incident occurred. the atkins patriarch, filled with booze and a darkness violet had never seen before, tricked her and the youngest foster kid into his office to reprimand them for something they hadn't even done. prior to that moment violet had been patient and to an extent, understanding with both parents when it came to how they raised the foster children as no one had gotten hurt but the minute she sensed the fear on her foster sibling's eyes, she couldn't take it anymore. violet fled the house and called the authorities who acted immediately and resulted in all the kids back into the system. for months they saw kids come and go, secure that they would stay together long enough to reach adulthood and finally live a life of their own until the fateful day violet's foster sibling was adopted and although violet was happy for them, a part of her knew they would never see eachother again.

and then, a glimpse of light. violet, each year getting closer to turning eighteen both dreamed of and dreaded the day now that she was on her own. families were looking for younger kids, babies and toddlers that could easily settle into their family lives so there was no way older children would get picked, she began to grow cynic about the whole process until the day the family that would save her life appeared on her eleventh birthday. they were well-off, gentle in nature and looking for older kids to bring into their family of four. they had adoptive children already, but still felt like their family wasn't complete. the moment they met violet, they became infatuated and asked her if she'd accept to get adopted, finally a family to call her own and she accepted. although gentle and loving by nature, it took violet and the family some time to adjust to eachother, the young girl too scarred and wounded to truly trust them immediately. however, after a few months were the wests proved how patient and committed they were to their family and how it included her, violet had no choice but to finally let herself rest and be at peace with her new found family.

violet dedicated her teenage years to be the best version of herself she could be, trying to honor both her adoptive family and her birth family. gave her all to get through high school unscathed only to find herself at graduation day unsure of her next step, unsure of who she truly was. she had shapeshift so many times in her lifetime trying to fit in, trying to be what others wanted of her that she had lost herself in the process and deep down she knew, she wouldn't find that in university nor clearwater. after an expensive talk with her adoptive family, days of introspection and a promise that if things didn't work out she'd return in a year time to enroll in college, a couple weeks after obtaining her high school diploma violet fled her hometown to new orleans, a place that simply called for her.

for the first time in her life on her own, violet let herself explore the world and herself. she worked various jobs in the upcoming year; getting herself a small place for herself in nola. close to the deadline the west and her had agreed to, her life changed once more when during one of those jobs she met genevieve. she was a legend in nola, the heiress of an old oil fortune who had spent the last 87 years of her life being her own self and caring for those around her. she had turned her mansion into a quaint little inn where she'd receive people and animals who needed a place to spend a few days and cared for them who now needed a helping hand to run the house and help her with other affairs her age wouldn't allow her to do anymore. she offered violet the job and the young woman agreed immediately.

from ages nineteen to twenty-one, violet and genevieve took care of others and eachother best they could; violet helped the elder woman make her last wishes come true and in return, genevive encouraged her to search for herself and a purpose, teaching the youngest woman everything she had learn about life and on a peaceful and warm night genevieve gave her very last breath with violet by her side holding her hand. although grief once more cemented in her heart, violet was at peace with the knowledge that genevive had spent a joyous and fullfilling life. unbeknownst to the young woman, the old heiress had arranged everything about her death herself; from the wake to how her body would be laid to rest and of course, where her fortune would go to. the day of her wake, genevive's family (whom violet hadn't met before despise spending her every hour with the old woman for over three years) arrived to the old mansion, ready to claim it all as theirs. fortunately the old woman's lawyer had been made aware and was waiting for them to read the woman's dying wishes. part of her fortune would go to shelters around nola and some other would go to the only niece violet had met who now would own the house on the condition she'd continue her legacy of helping others in need. the rest of her inheritance would go to violet of all people with the only promise that she would let herself experience what life had written in the stars for her.

with nothing left in nola with her other than the angry family of genevive harassing her to return her part of the inheritance, violet returned to clearwater three and a half years after leaving, now a new person standing where her old self had stood many moons ago. with a small fraction of the money genevive had left her she got herself a quaint little house in brightside to start anew and immediately got herself a job at the town's b&b as a maid. in the upcoming years she worked hard to climb the ladder in the b&b until, ultimately, she became the manager and second hand of the owner. five years after she started working at the b&b the owner too passed away, once again leaving a grieving weight on the woman's chest. the family of the owner, every bit as kind but city-bound started talking to big chains about selling the place to some billionaire who wanted to turn the thing into a luxury resort of sorts but violet begged them for a deal; she'd buy the b&b with a part of genevive's inheritance and she'd run it on the owner's name gladly having found a love for running the place.

since then, violet has worked tirelessly to run the b&b and keep it as the safe heaven that first welcomed her, to make her family, her mentor, the former owner and herself proud.

WANTED CONNECTIONS ( more to come )

muse ( any gender / plat or rom )

whenever she’s stressed or just… inspiration strikes , she calls this person to either use them as a model or a human canvass . she has every line of their body engraved on her memory and she still finds them as every bit fascinating as that first day she met them and couldn’t stop thinking about them ; could spend hours painting them or on them .

goodbye my lover ( any gender / rom )

sweet violet is a hopeless romantic . believes - in - soulmates - ( platonic or otherwise ) -and - love - at - first - sight kind of romantic . however , developing a relationship with her is harder than she may lead to believe . growing up , she had the responsibility of carrying for herself and her younger sibling ; most of her energy was focused on that and once she was grown up , her aim to become something she and her family could be proud of monopolized her entire existence . however , and against all odds , she fell . she fell hard and deep ( perhaps more than once ) . as life goes , things ended up not working out and violet was left with a heart broken and a tad of issues when it comes to making a compromise ; realizing how much it hurt to truly open up and giving yourself over to someone who could as well walk away one day .

mutual / one-side crushes ( any gender / rom )

ah , crushes . the chasing , the yearning , the blushing and the flirting ; all stages of a crush , something violet hasn’t managed to completely understand even as an adult . even though the artist is not good at handling relationships ( fear of commitment , family issues , you name it and it’s on the list of reasons why relationships never quite work for her ) , crushes are the one thing she allows herself to have . a little flirting , some fooling around with no feelings involved can’t hurt anybody , right ?

'ladies who lunch' gc ( any gender / plat )

a group with two activities in common : drinking and lunching . over the years , violet has learn to let go and enjoy the moment instead of worrying about the future and the past , this group of people have definitely helped with that . whenever she needs a distraction from reality , they are the people she runs to .

MORE WANTED CONNECTIONS

BEST FRIENDS, friends, friends with benefits, possible romantic interests, enemies, neighbors, b&b vistors and workers… just love my baby, she will love you back!

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#bevvitchcd: confetti falls to the ground, may these memories break our fall.

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F E A T U R I N G

- violet west : aka the alfresco. the thirty year old owner of hummingbird b&b. loving adoptive daughter and sister, plant lover and artist who can be resilient but is also known to be deceitful and resides in brightside. portrayed by greta onieogou (she/her) - alexander warren : aka the mediator. the thirty-five year old associate professor at ccc. proud son and father of a borador named pollux who can be gentle but is also known to be obstinate and resides downtown. portrayed by logan lerman (he/him)