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She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via leafsea)

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SEND ME ‘🎶’ AND ONE OF MY MUSES AND I’LL WRITE A DRABBLE BASED ON THE NEXT SONG ON MY PLAYLIST.

ANON SAID: 🎶: zinnia !

song: up by the saturdays ( spotify ! )

quote: ‘if you lose me then you know, you’re just a bit too slow.’

CERULEAN PIER’S reveling elite ( the popular party-goers ) descended beneath friendsy’s diner when the sun — and the lights — went low; through the door marked ‘ uniform cupboard ’ and down the staircase to ‘ the undercroft.’ why they called it that was anyone’s guess, as an undercroft was a church crypt, not a converted nightclub-basement — though the patrons had been known, of course, to joke about the bastardisation of the house of god: ‘we’re all children of jesus! kumbaya, my lord—’ while the world basks in their naivete to their true natures — but the name had, simply, stuck. people went from friendsy’s, eighties diner, by day to the undercroft by night.

RULE #1 OF THE UNDERCROFT: don’t tell the police about the undercroft. ( addendum: someone WILL shank you and it WILL be unpleasant. )

RULE #2 OF THE UNDERCROFT: in the words of zinnia griffin’s favourite hot brummie mobster thomas shelby, ‘no fucking fighting.’

much like tommy shelby himself, people were ( perhaps predictably ) lousy at keeping to rule two. 

but no one had ever broken rule one; no one had given away this little sanctum of silent disco, alcohol that tasted akin to paint-stripper or lighter fluid, and whatever drugs these hedonistic wildlings could lay their hands upon. after many a dangerous night zinnia had seen her — the redheaded woman, with eyes of glacier blue and a subtle but feral grin; as though she belonged to the wolves, a different brand of wild — and though the words were always softly spoken as she looked from the person on the floor up to zin, and few things stuck with the blonde, these did: “i’ll handle it.”

and handle it, the woman always did. zin had kissed her once, because she wanted to know what a savage angel tasted like. ( of her own blood. an almost-erotic self-punishment that sat low in her stomach and that she knew she would never replicate again. ) they’d never shared names. it was better that way — if one was too personal, it... ruined the delight, somewhat.

after that, zin went back to her more common conquests, satisfied; draping herself across people’s laps, stealing their drinks, their shirts, and their hearts before she dragged them to the floor to dance well into the witching hour. “if you lose me then you’ll know,” she would whisper the stranger’s words against their lips, “you’re just a bit too slow.” 

( she’s never been too slow for anyone since. )

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SEND ME ‘🎶’ AND ONE OF MY MUSES AND I’LL WRITE A DRABBLE BASED ON THE NEXT SONG ON MY PLAYLIST.

disclaimer: will be absolutely longer than drabble length. if you’re a member of godsamongushq you’re more than welcome to steal this meme for your own purposes !

muses: 

caprice de luca ( daughter of persephone ; the affluent )

camden mcalister ( son of hermes ; the leader )

delaney kincaid ( daughter of loki ; the con artist )

esther mountbatten ( daughter of hera ; the savant )

lorelei finch ( daughter of tisiphone ; the sleuth )

regina coleridge ( daughter of enyo ; the sovereign )

zinnia “zin” griffin ( daughter of peitho ; the coquette )

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“Look at her. Tell me that girl is not a song of burning.”

— Topaz Winters, from “​Infernal/Inferno,” published in TRACK//FOUR (via lifeinpoetry)

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STARTER — AURORA GEMINISI ( @heavetly​ ! )

lorelei finch picked up her coca-cola and took a sip, resting her elbows upon the diner table as she chatted animatedly; aurora geminisi, social butterfly that she was, would probably be a little ‘much’ for cerulean pier’s troublesome sleuth were it not for the girl’s keen listening and interest in the many cases she would talk about. 

“isn’t it INSANE that you could just erase your identity like that? cutting off labels, new names, a code in a notebook, and no one knows who you are, not even almost fifty years later ! and you’re known for being found in the norwegian death valley, half-burned. maybe you couldn’t do it like that now, because it was so long ago, there wasn’t the technology like today, but... really.”

she tapped her pen against her chin, the roughness of the chewn pen-lid against her skin —along with the crisp cool drink — bringing her back to the moment. “i stayed in st svithun hotel where she stayed in bergen once. not quite as surreal as when i played the elevator game in the cecil hotel, but still.”

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STARTER — DAMIEN LOKNALI ( @taexdamien​ ! )

“uh, mate—” delaney kincaid tip-toed to tap the male on the shoulder with ring-laden fingers. 

god damn everyone in this place making her — 5′1″ — feel so fucking short; if she’d been able to see one on him, she might’ve just thieved it and moved along, but alas, the prime place ( jean pocket ) was barren except for... what looked like a nando’s receipt. oh, well. she could respect a man that went to nando’s, so perhaps she shouldn’t have stolen from him, anyway. 

“do you,” the eighteen-year-old gestured at him with the unlit cigarette she’d just pulled from between her lips, “have a light?”

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OPEN STARTER — ZIN GRIFFIN ; THE COQUETTE

MINUTES. zinnia griffin had for some time been watching the hands move around the wall-clock, time stretching and elongating as only time could, but there were mere minutes left until she could close up shop at cerulean pier’s iconic 80s diner. ( perhaps time existed in suspension there, as it kept itself in a time four decades ago. ) then, she could hang her apron — and thus, her day-job — on its hook on the wall, and become someone else. 

not zin, the flirtatious intangible concept with her short skirts and smiles, but laverna; the art-heist queen — named for the romans’ goddess of thieves — who had evaded the authorities for five years, no less.

or, at least, she THOUGHT she could. just as she reached for the knot tying her apron, the bell above the door jingled. musically. TAUNTINGLY. not yet, zin, it sang out to her, not yet, and she stayed her hand. appraising the newcomer, organising the small army of her nail-polish bottles on the bar, she decided not to be a bitch to the customer who walked in minutes before closing. 

( after all, she could always change tack if they turned out to be mind-numbingly boring. life offers such liberties. )

the blonde leant over the bar, offering a dazzling mischievous smile, “what can i get’cha, darlin’? you look like you could use a drink.”

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STARTER — DANIEL BLOM-TONNENSEN ( @rencgadcs​ ! )

THE OLD RHYME HELD ITSELF TRUE — tuesday’s child ( september-child, who would likely never know what an exception she was; how lucky she was, by the mercy of the god of death, to be born beneath the sun and the italian skies of early autumn ) was full of grace. 

albeit, if you trawled through the week ( fair of face, full of grace, full of woe, has far to go, loving and giving, works hard for a living, bonny and blithe and good and gay ) you would find that most of them fit. and if you were to tell her so — and what good indications that made of her altogether-too-sweet character — she would chuckle, cheeks rosen, and say: oh, no. it’s not so exceptional, really. these rhymes are altogether too vague.

and maybe they were, but the soul of persephone’s daughter was a tender one. it was good luck, then, that caprice de luca and daniel blom-tonnensen were kindred spirits, and it was thus unlikely that he would bruise it. 

she enjoyed his visits — as she always did, when people made the journey to the house with the enviable coastal overview; she treated the entirety of coastal pier as she would her own family. the difference lay in that most of her family ( right-wing snobs that they are ) wanted very little, or nothing at all, to do with her — but concern crossed her face as she glanced back over her shoulder at him, leaning to open the large windows.

“you look stressed,” she pulled at her lower lip slightly with her teeth, “is it the workload?”

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—  ♥　♡　♥　THE LEADER   ♥　♡　♥  —

｢ james mcavoy. thirty-seven. male. he/him. ｣ welcome to cerulean pier, home of many mythological beings. did you know that our resident CAMDEN MCALISTER is the child of HERMES? they don’t, maybe that’s why they’re known as the LEADER around town. they are DEPENDABLE & HUMOROUS, but also CYNICAL & PRAGMATIC. they are also currently THE MAYOR OF CERULEAN PIER. don’t say anything, but they are hiding THAT HE HAS AN ILLEGITIMATE CHILD. ｢ shannon, 20, she/her, bst. ｣  

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name: camden leith mcalister age: thirty-seven birthdate: 10th february, 1983 — paisley, scotland zodiac ( sun ) sign: aquarius orientations: demi-pansexual, demi-panromantic relationship status: single label: the leader occupation: mayor of cerulean pier

faceclaim: james mcavoy height: 5 ft 7 in

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mbti: isfj-a hogwarts house: slytherin temperament: choleric theme song: broken crown by mumford & sons.

hobbies: he doesn’t really have time because he dedicates himself to his work. but he enjoys bowling and supporting his friends

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songs:

pour some sugar on me by def leppard here i go again by whitesnake ruby by the kaiser chiefs

television series:

borgen (2010-2013, 2022-) house of cards (2013-2018) marseille (2016-2018)

books:

the prince (machiavelli, 1532) why we get the wrong politicians (isabel hardman, 2018) it’s not okay to feel blue and other lies (scarlett curtis, 2019)

films:

men in black (1997) men in black ii (2002) top gun (1986)

—  ♥　♡　♥　summary   ♥　♡　♥  —

meet camden mcalister: accidental genius, mayor of cerulean pier, ceremonial chancellor of the university, and former senior lecturer in its department of government.

he’s a likeable dude. doesn’t take himself too seriously, has time to spend around others. he leans toward introversion but you’ll happily see him having one down the pub once in a while. it’s the privilege of caretaking for a pretty small place.

and he’s fucking funny. he’s a riot to be around, he’s got pretty eyes, and he’ll help you if you say ‘please.’ what more do you want out of a dude

will fight for his friends. if you compliment him he’ll rub the back of his neck, blush, and tell you to stop it. it’s just really cute please love him.

men in black superfan. if he ever meets tommy lee jones, he’s going to cry.

he managed to do three years in one at school, and entered university at sixteen. this is how he got to be a senior lecturer so young, though he never liked the word ‘senior.’

camden is a dad. you can tell camden is a dad, even though he’s often not great at actually being one. there’s no malice in it — he’s really trying — but family and career are just at loggerheads sometimes

you can tell he’s british, too. he’s got the oft-misunderstood, cynical humour. 

and he’s cynical in general. he thinks everyone’s in it for themselves, that there’s so much about the world that’s just... shitty, but it’s what motivates him to change it. but without starry-eyed idealism, if that makes any sense. 

he sees things as they are and tries to stay grounded because the world’s just not as simple as people like to think it is. however, i will emphasise that mr. mcalister is a socialist king. there will be public healthcare in his town one day! pride is whenever you like not just one month a year! let’s get some good public transportation, free tertiary education, and eradicate all forms of discrimination <3

he’s not in it for himself. at least, not mostly. yes, he’d like to go for a political position that’s more influential eventually, but he does honestly want to help other people, and he thinks the false faces people wear in politics are disgusting outright. he’s gonna be himself, and if you like him, great. 

if you don’t, well he looks at how he can be better without sacrificing what he believes in! support is earned people!

lean on him when you’re not strong! he’ll be your friend and help you carry on!

he loves his kid SO MUCH he’s just... scared his teenage mistake is gonna cost him a further life in politics and it comes out wrong y’know

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his child — nineteen or twenty, and could be with a god, but might not be. there’s a lot of regret between them, i think. we could go more into detail through plotting if you decide you want to pick this up! 

protegé — someone interested in politics that camden can just... nurture, and who could be a source of bitterness for his child because he spends more time with them than he does with them.

bowling buddy — someone who likes to challenge camden to a game or two, especially when they think he’s working too hard.

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—  ♥　♡　♥　THE COQUETTE   ♥　♡　♥  —

｢ lucy boynton. twenty-two. female. she/her. ｣ welcome to cerulean pier, home of many mythological beings. did you know that our resident ZINNIA “ZIN” GRIFFIN is the child of PEITHO? they don’t, maybe that’s why they’re known as the COQUETTE around town. they are CHARMING & TALKATIVE, but also SHALLOW & IMPULSIVE. they are also currently A WAITRESS. don’t say anything, but they are hiding THAT SHE’S A RENOWNED ART THIEF.   ｢ shannon, 20, she/her, bst. ｣  

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name: zinnia brooklyn “zin” griffin age: twenty-two birthdate: 18th august, 1997 — new york city zodiac ( sun ) sign: leo orientations: pansexual, panromantic relationship status: eternally non-committal label: the coquette occupation: waitress

faceclaim: lucy boynton height: 5 ft 5 in

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mbti: esfp-a enneagram: seven, with an eight wing hogwarts house: gryffindor temperament: sanguine theme song: bubblegum bitch by marina

hobbies: art theft, speed dating, nail art, mixology, poker ( she’s tragically bad at it, but she’s still trying. points for commitment. )

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songs:

pretty horses by shirley manson aprés moi by regina spektor container by fiona apple

television series:

money heist (2017 - present) euphoria (2019 - present) brooklyn nine-nine (2013 - present)

books:

the da vinci code (dan brown, 2003) the goldfinch (donna tartt, 2013) artemis fowl: the eternity code (eoin colfer, 2003)

films:

shrek 2 (2004) knives out (2019) midsommar (2019)

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okay so here’s the hoedown throwdown about girlie #4, zin!

she’s cerulean pier’s party princess.

zin’s a theatre major at the local university!

her dream role is elle woods in legally blonde.

her family have a theatre background; she grew up in and around the industry, and her mother has been involved in a long-running production of chicago since she was small.

her dad walked out on them when she was young. it’s been formative for her.

( you guessed it: she’s from brooklyn. not that she remembers. hence the middle name, but she grew up around broadway. she’s got a real appreciation. )

okay so she works as a waitress at an 80s themed diner. she was too young to be born in the eighties but she’s kind of obsessed and no one can explain why. catch her listening to ‘acceptable in the 80s’ a lot. 

it’s a perfect job for her, yeah, but not particularly lucrative so she’s turned to... less moral methods of acquiring extra money.

whether that be giving information on what she’s heard in the diner ( she’s been known to slide information to the mafia through her niece delaney, for one, but also she’s just insanely gossipy ) or her favourite hobby; art thievery. 

she’s got sticky fingers and a love of money, and her loud and brash persona make you think she’d be terrible at it, but she’s actually... really kind of sneaky! her old best friend used to call her the artful dodger

that doesn’t mean she’s any good at poker, though. she thinks she’ll get better someday. but she really won’t.

sexual drive: maximum. she’s known as the coquette for a reason; everyone, if they haven’t personally shared a bed with zinnia griffin, seems to know someone who has. but she never stays.

love of nights out: maximum. 

number of questionable decisions: maximum. 

just... yeah. listen to ‘her’ by chase atlantic and you’ll get her pretty well. 

privileged, messy, non-committal, trying to get the most money she can out of any situation regardless of who it impacts upon the way, and it’s rare you’ll get more than one night in her bed.

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accomplice — the only person who knows it’s zin! whether this is ‘accomplice’ as in they’re just keeping zin’s secret for her, or if they’re part of the crime themselves, we can totally work out. 

ride or die — every gal needs one !  bring zin her bestie, be it from childhood or someone new she just clicks with mega well. i just... i really love zin and i want her to be loved.

past hookups — because zin’s just like that!

present hookups — people zin’s sleeping with at the moment, just casually, whenever they’re both in the mood. ( maybe one could have a crush on zin for bonus angst? )

enemy — zin’s a polarising presence. she just annoys the fuck out of some people and maybe your muse is just one of them.

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𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 ➟ 

twitter; caprice de luca, daughter of persephone. ( psd by chickguan. )

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— REGINA COLERIDGE ; THE SOVEREIGN

“A WELCOME like that, for one—” a smirk wound its way over the war-child’s lips, sure and fluid as the flowing river. one touched by facetiousness, yes, but not sufficient enough to say for sure that regina coleridge ( a crown unseen jauntily perched upon her hair, blonde and burnished aureate by the low lights of the bar ) was joking; simply because she, well, wasn’t. not in the slightest. the actress would have to be more than blind not to appreciate the mischievous bartender, this earth-bound little trickster goddess. “— and a LONG ISLAND. unless you’ve got a better idea, of course?”

FLIRTING WAS PART of her whole atmosphere, it was partially the way she could get what she want. and what was that? the biggest tips from her regular customers that came into the bar for her. that was how she was so good at what she was doing in her spare time, being able to con people out of their money in her sugar baby business. she was somewhat proud of her accomplishments with it, but was she about to tell the whole world about what she was doing? hell no. she finished up one of the drinks she was making for a customer before she glided to the next, a smile on her pretty lips. “what can i get for you, sugar?”

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