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Abby: hmmm... mini golf, karaoke, roller skating, beach day, hiking... Abby: I'm not really into hiking but I'd go if you wanted to Abby: yeah no hiking with bad shoes. we could go to the mall, that could be fun! throw fries at strangers and convince them it was someone else

KIT: idk i've done every touristy thing here, i don't know what else one can do

KIT: any ideas?

KIT: saturday i'll probably go out buying new sneakers bc mine are completely busted, tho i don't think that's the funnest idea

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@thekitisback

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@mistyxmorning

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Continue from here { x }

text: hm i think i like that... miss shrink... text: anyway, no I'm not busy, what did you have in mind

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Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

text: heyyyy what are you doing right now? I heard the bar is having a ladies night and i'm bored text: dress hot and meet me there in a few minutes if you wanna come

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Send ⌂ ( or house ) to describe my muse’s home/room ( in words or images )

Abby's three favorite places: Bedroom, reading space, kitchen

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≻ how does your muse handle losing control ?

ooc: because Abby has dealt with a lot of things in the past, she has found various ways to cope with them, especially through studying psychology. A major thing that Abby does when starting to get frustrated / lose control is put her music on. She always carries headphones with her, so that she can tune out the world if needed. Other than that, she has mantras that she repeats to herself, like water off a duck's back.

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🎧 A song used for writing my muse

OOC: I have several songs I use when I’m trying to channel Abby, but one of the biggest ones is “Love Grows (Where my Rosemary Goes)”. It’s just very her vibe if that makes sense. That, and “Brand New Key”. And then obviously her favorite band, The Spice Girls ✨

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Text: he wasn’t a weirdo, first of all

Text: he was really nice, actually. his name is jim

Text: that's good. I made it home Text: Just... not alone

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Abby Mallard Playlist

6/10 - Dodie I feel like a 6 out of 10... I've gotta get up early tomorrow again. What goes on behind the words? Is there pity for the plain girl? Cardigan - Taylor Swift And when I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite... dear insecurity - gnash Dear insecurity, when you gonna take your hands off me? When you ever gonna let me be proud of who I am? Teen Idle - Marina and The Diamonds I wanna be a bottle blonde, I don't know why but I feel conned. I wanna be an idle teen, I wish I hadn't been so clean God Must Hate Me - Catie Turner Do you ever see someone and think "wow, God must hate me". Cause he spent so much time on them and for me he got lazy... Do you ever see someone and think, "Wow, they got lucky"? The craftsmanship of their bones, their brain and their body... What Was I Made For - Billie Eilish I used to float. now I just fall down. I used to know but I'm not sure now... what I was made for. What was I made for? Human Too - The 1975 And I'm sorry that I'm someone that I wish I could change but I've always been the same... don't you know that I'm a human too? Marmalade - nep But I choke up without a reason; suddenly you're nicotine and... please... I don't wanna watch my heart break People Watching - Conan Gray I wanna feel all the love and emotion, be that attached to the person I'm holding. Someday I'll be falling without caution, but for now I'm only people watching Three - Sleeping At Last And I finally see myself through the eyes of no one else... it's so exhausting on this silver screen where I play the role of anyone but me

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AIMEE LOU WOOD in DADDY ISSUES

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Ugly Duckling { Self Para || Past }

Abby sat in the mirror of her vanity, eyes heavy from lack of sleep, hair in a messy bun that has frizzed out beyond the point of saving. Another day in braids, she thought to herself, with a subtle sigh. She stared at her reflection for a moment, trying not to overanalyze every little flaw. Her skin was looking a bit more blemished than normal, her teeth felt like they were sticking out more, and every time she tried to straighten her shoulders, they slumped back down in a defeated stance, lacking the confidence she normally wore like a suit of armor.

Despite her resilience and brave attitude, she did have feelings, and there were cracks in that armor larger that she would have liked to admit. Ugly duckling... who would ever like someone like you? Could her teeth get any bigger? It doesn't even look like she washes her hair... it's always so frizzy. Ugly... ugly... ugly. Abby stood abruptly from her seat, but then paused, her fingertips still making contact with the vanity, eyes out of frame so she couldn't see her reflection.

Don't let them get to you, she told herself, willing it into existence. A few deep breaths, and she was centered again, enough to attempt to get ready for school, at least. Slowly, Abby lowered herself back into her seat, and closed her eyes. Her right hand reached for the hairbrush that was placed in front of her, the left hand fishing around for the elastic in her hair. Once she successfully pulled it out, Abby shimmied it down to her wrist, and used her fingers to try and comb through her wild locks. Carefully, she raised the brush to her head and began to gently brush them out. With each small little pull of the hair brush, Abby reached for the spray and gave it a spritz, all the while, her eyes remaining closed.

She'd done this enough times now to practically be a pro, her fingers weaving through her hair as she brushed and braided efficiently and swiftly. If there was a world record for braiding hair, Abby was certain she would be in the running. Once one side was done, she quickly raced against the clock to finish the other, utilizing a second hair tie that was on the dresser to hold it in place. Only when Abby had finished did she dare look in the mirror. What she saw staring back at her was a bit of a shock, but a pleasant one.

Two simple but effective braids, hair parted down the middle, perfectly symmetrical. She almost couldn't believe how perfect they were; so perfect that she was convinced no one would have anything negative to say about her hair this time. Any time she could eliminate one thing they could make fun of, she was satisfied. Normally, Abby wouldn't care what they said. She would tell them to fuck off, or just ignore them, but they were getting more cruel recently, and there were some days that she simply couldn't put that brave face on anymore. Today was one of those days, where the cracks were more frequent, and she had no more glue to seal them.

For a brief moment, she looked at the red lipstick that she normally donned, and debated it. It always made her feel more confident, but now... she was having second thoughts. The bold color would make her stick out, and as she thought about it more, Abby decided that for one day she wanted to blend in more than she wanted to say fuck 'em. Instead, she selected a light pink one, that would blend in with her normal skin tone. Putting her makeup on usually felt like a joyous occasion; she took pride in trying different looks, going for a more bold statement, but now it felt like a chore that she was being forced to complete. With a sigh, Abby stared at herself for what felt like an eternity. Ugly duck. Ugly. Ugly...

No. She refused to give in to those thoughts in the moment. She wouldn't go for as bold of a choice as normal, but dammit, this was what they wanted, wasn't it? For her to completely break until there was nothing left but whatever ugliness they seemed to insist was underneath it all. Her makeup took no more than twenty minutes, wanting it to still look nice but not going full glam like she normally might have. This would have to do today. It made her sick to her stomach, in some aspects, to have to dull her colors just to get people to leave her alone for one day. Even the teachers would comment on her appearance sometimes, which she never understood, though it was usually the makeup, as it was "not the most school appropriate". Whatever that meant.

Grabbing her bag off of her closet door knob, Abby slung it over her shoulder, and slipped into her shoes before heading toward the door. She had just about closed it behind her, before springing back into the room and snatching the red lipstick off of the vanity, stuffing it in her pocket.

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Abby laughed, trying to imagine the rambunctious acts the woman got up to. "Annoying your friends is a love language, he should be honored." Her brows shot up at the mention of getting a tattoo. "We should go together, I could use a new one. I don't know what I'd get yet, but that sounds like a fun idea. Well, normally I'm taking classes, but now that summer is right around the corner I've suddenly found myself with quite a bit of free time."

“To be honest I haven’t done much exploring. I like to walk through the nature reserve, I like Evangeline’s. This past year has just blown by and it feels like all I’ve done is work and annoy Kronk. Not that I’m not proud of the last part.” Crinkling her nose as the smile reaches her eyes. “I’m looking to live now, not just distract myself and hope for the best. “And ive just now decided that tomorrow I’m either getting a tattoo or a dog. Needing a change. What about you? What is the average day of Abby like?”

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"Well, what sort of stories do you usually read?" Abby was always curious about what other people liked, considering that could tell you a lot about a person. "Oh, I'm here looking for a book called A Novel Summer, and maybe other romance novels if anything catches my eye."

belle looked up when she heard voice "hmm? oh no, not yet. i'm looking for something new to jump out at me but i've not quite found anything that has done that yet." she had been in the bookstore for the best part on an hour at this point and she had still no luck. "have you found anything worthwhile?"

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It wasn’t entirely like Abby to resist beautiful people, but recent events had left her questioning a few things. At least she was being upfront about it. Besides, Misty didn’t seem to mind, which she was appreciative of.

“I’m glad you think so. So, aside from music, and beach life, what do you like to do around town?”

Misty’s smile didn’t falter, but it softened slightly.She appreciated the honesty more than anything else. She rolled onto her side to face Abby better, propping her head up on one hand, her fingers loosely tangled in her beachy waves. “That’s fair,” she said, voice low raspy and easy, the kind that made it hard to tell if she was flirting or just naturally charming. “Good company’s rare. I’m not in a rush to ruin it by getting ahead of myself.”

She accentuated the end of her sentence with a smile that’s warmth almost matched the weather.

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Abby returned the smile, though truthfully she wasn't sure what to make of it. "I'm flattered. Though I should premise that I'm not currently sure I'm looking for anything other than good company. Which, I think is safe to say I found."

“I’m not into labels, I like who I like.”She sits up a little to rest on her elbows, dips her sunglasses down a little to get a better look at Abby. “And I like you.” She said with a sly smile.

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"Okay, fair enough. Vague, but fair." Abby thought for a moment before delving into her own sexuality. "Queer, Pansexual, and Polyamorous. That about sums it up."

Misty smiled noting her companions slightly more flustered state. “ I see what I like and I go for it”

She says making eye contact. “How about you?”