laylafitzgerald

[laylafitzgerald]

Cancer Mention TW

Hello everybody!

I chose to post this in discord and on my character blog (Layla) specifically because I just want everyone to see it. I’ve really been struggling to find time, and frankly, motivation post concussion, to write. This passed week, one of my family members got very sick (not Covid, but cancer) and it looks like I’ll need to take a second job and help take care of them. Between everything, I just can’t realistically see me being able to sink all the hours I need to in order to feel good about writing with you guys and I hate to be a hindrance to any plots.

I’ve loved getting to know you all and I really hope that one day in the future we can all reconnect. You’re wonderful, amazingly kind people and I’d love to keep in touch if possible.

Please do anything that works in order to fit my characters’ absence with your own storylines! I fully give permission and encourage it.

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@ofchryseum​

These were never the circumstances that Layla expected to reunite with Hugo again. Of course, she had some understanding that Hugo was in the Society, and active member at that, but they hadn’t had the chance to speak at the events. It was strange, but truthfully, Layla was a little relieved to see Hugo. He was familiar, and while their relationship had never had the chance to thrive — or even survive due to circumstances — Layla still cared about Hugo. She trusted him. Right now, that was enough.

“Hi Hugo,” Layla said quietly. “I know this is kinda… weird, but I’m really happy to see you.” As she spoke, she pulled Hugo into a tight hug. “Sorry if that was too much, just kinda seemed appropriate, you know?” She continued, obviously rambled and a little shaken. “I didn’t even know Elise used drugs… like… I don’t know.” After a moment of silence, Layla asked, “Is this okay? Should I leave? I don’t really know, um, where we stand now.” Friendly, for sure, but it was complicated.

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@lcvenderfields​

Never in Layla’s wildest dreams did she expect to end up in Tokyo to visit Elise due to an overdose. To be fair, Layla hadn’t even be aware that Elise used regularly — and certainly nothing bad enough to nearly kill her. It made Layla sick to think of Elise laying there, half dead, and Bo being forced to find his sister wrecked like that. It broke Layla’s heart, and even with the amount of positivity Layla always harboured, she couldn’t think of once decent thing in the world right now… besides that Elise wasn’t dead. That was a real silver lining. Oh my god! This was so crazy.

But it wasn’t about her personal feelings, Layla reminded herself. Right now, everything was about Elise, what she needed, and what would help her going forward. As Layla entered the hospital room, armed with a dozen pink roses — red were way too corny — she offered Elise a small smile. “Hey,” she said quietly. “I’m really happy you let me come see you. I brought you roses. Do you even like roses?” Layla asked before placing them on her bedside table. “Whatever, doesn’t matter. I missed you a lot,” she said before crawling into bed beside Elise and kissing her forehead.

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@gildedward​

Basically, Daisy was the love of Layla’s life. Throughout the long, tiring process of design, where Layla gave every emotion, thought and part of her being into clothes, Daisy had been there, barking and playing and keeping her from totally destroying her soul and body. Yeah, when Layla got into the groove, she totally disappeared, but thank god for the dog… and for Royce. Now that her sketches and collection were mostly put together, besides the whole factory process, Layla was currently in her humongous backyard with Daisy and Royce.

The puppy was running back and forth, investigating the pool, and Layla was nursing a mimosa. “Dude, is it just me or has the world gone totally crazy? Like I need to hear all the gossip and I need it now,” she informed Royce. “Also, the girl I’m into is off in Tokyo and I kinda miss her. Is that weird?”

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POST COUNT ( May 18 to May 24 )

claiming 43 points for LAYLA FITZGERALD.

point breakdown :

REPLIES : [8] x [1] = [8]

STARTERS : [5] X [5] = 25

MILESTONE : [1] X [10] = 10

TOTAL: 43

LAYLA FITZGERALD now has 123 points total.

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royce ↣ baby mama 🐶

Royce: i'm not laughing, i promise

Royce: but *what the fuck*

Royce: i didn't even know she was in the society?

Royce: what are you gonna do?

Layla: you're laughing aren't you

Layla: ME EITHER

Layla: stay here I guess? wouldn't it be lame if I left?

Layla: what do I do

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royce ↣ baby mama 🐶

Royce: holy shit slow down layla

Royce: where's the fire?

Royce: who do i have to fight?

Layla: im sharing a room with

Layla: wait for it

Layla: honey!!!!!!

Layla: how did this even happen

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@theroyaledward​

A party was never a party without friends, Layla believed. This one, despite being crazy, lavish and insanely fun was no different. If no one that Layla cared about was in attendance, it would be super lame. Thankfully, however, that wasn’t a problem. Layla had seen numerous of her friends in the crowd, largely because the Society made attendance mandatory, and she smiled at each and every one wearing her label. Man, the Society was awesome times, Layla thought as she sipped her drink.

Specifically, Layla was seeking out Edward. He never failed to bring a smile to her face and when she found him after a few quick texts, Ivy handed him a drink she’d procured and kissed his cheek with a grin. “Good evening, cutie,” she greeted contentedly. (Right now, Layla refused to think about the fact she’d be sharing a room with Honey — it was for the best.) “You look handsome tonight. Did you dress up just for me or was it to impress everyone? You’d better lie if it’s the latter,” Layla joked.

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@honeywong​

Honey Wong was a name that had haunted Layla for pretty much years now! They’d been on a TV show together, Honey had been her costar, and her favourite person in the world (Royce excluded), and then Layla had fallen in love with her through the process of their PR relationship. They’d been together a while, too, until that had stopped working out and their breakup had been public to say the least. But whatever! Layla was completely fine seeing Honey for the first time sharing a room with her. It wasn’t like it was the first time they’d shared a living space. Totally fine!

Oh my god, Layla had so many regrets the second she walked into the bedroom and saw Honey inside. Her stomach flipped, her breath caught in her throat and she gripped at her phone a little tighter. Royce was in the building, Mav was in the building, Milo was in the building, she was totally fine!

Why did Honey look so good? Who allowed that? (Like Layla hadn’t seen a million Instagram and pap shots of her in the past two weeks. Layla kept close tabs on her ex-girlfriend.)

“Hey,” Layla said eloquently. “So… um, do you want the bed? How are you? I like your — hair.” Layla forced a smile as she spoke before adding, “I’m just gonna tell you now I refuse to admit defeat and leave the room so we’re stuck here together. Let’s like… deal with it, right?”

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@lcvenderfields​

Elise was not Layla’s roommate. No, instead, Layla’s roommate was Honey. Honestly, Layla was a super optimistic person — she tried hard to always, always see the bright side — but Layla couldn’t imagine any worse roommate in the entirety of the Society. Honey wasn’t a bad person, Layla never wanted to speak about her ex-girlfriend and first love that way, but oh my god! How awkward… and emotionally charged.

Naturally, to avoid that whole situation, Layla went looking for Elise at the party. It didn’t take long to find her on the dance floor and Layla kissed her cheek and wrapped her arms around Elise’s waist as she sidled up behind her. “Hey, hey,” she greeted cheerily. “So, like, before you hear about this from someone else, my roommate is my ex-girlfriend.” The very public, very iconic child star lover one, but Layla didn’t mention any of that. “It’ll be chill though, it’s been years,” she said, shrugging a shoulder. “Want me to get you a drink?”

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layla ↣ royce 😊

Layla: SOS SOS SOS OS SO SOS OS SOSOSOSOSOSOSOS

Layla: GET ME OUT OF HERE HELP O H MY GOD

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@hxxll-o​

Milo was family. Maybe technically not by blood, but Layla would die for Milo, and really, that was all that mattered when it came to Layla’s family. The Baptiste’s were incredible, generous, and essentially royalty in Layla’s eyes. They had helped Layla in so many ways — beginning with her childhood crazy days and ending with the creation of Isis, her fashion label — and without the Baptiste’s, she wasn’t sure where she would be these days. Maybe indebted to her father, big yikes. But right now, Milo’s family being generous was barely on Layla’s radar. Right now, Layla was gouging down on pizza and searching for Milo because him being amazing was totally on her radar!

“Milo!” Layla called out, a little tipsy from some crazy coloured punch Amber had provided. Seriously, what had been in that? “I got pizza!” She yelled out and a few minutes later, Milo was standing beside her like magic. “Hi, I love you,” she greeted, handing him pizza. “Wanna dance with me? There’s stripper poles and a disco ball!”

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@gildedward​

Adopt, don’t shop! That was Layla’s whole motto during the research phase of deciding to adopt a dog with Royce. Eventually, she found a golden doodle aged seven months outside of San Diego at a shelter. Layla was proud of her Craigslist sleuthing, thank you very much, and after hiring a local vet to check over the pup, Layla and Royce were finally able to pick up their new puppy.

“We need to be chill,” Layla informed Royce seriously. Of course, she was the one practically shaking from excitement over the whole situation. A puppy! They were getting a puppy! “She’s probably scared, y’know? She doesn’t know us yet and she’s been through such a crazy time trying to be adopted.” Layla was still mostly reminding herself as she entered the vet’s office with Royce beside her. Immediately, upon seeing the golden doodle, Layla gripped Royce’s arm tightly. “Oh, my god, she is ours!” She whispered to Royce excitedly. “Can we name her Daisy?” Layla asked Royce as she bent down to pet the pup, who was currently dancing around Layla and Royce’s feet, excited to see humans. That was such a great sign!

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POST COUNT ( May 11 to May 17 )

claiming 80 points for LAYLA FITZGERALD.

point breakdown :

DEVELOPMENT : [1] x [5] = [5]

REPLIES : [12] x [1] = [12]

STARTERS : [5] X [5] = 25

MILESTONE : [1] X [10] = 10

TASK : [1] X [10] = 10

INTRO : [1] X [15] = 15

WANTED CONNECTION FILLED : [1] X [3] = 3

TOTAL: 80

LAYLA FITZGERALD now has 80 points total.

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hargrcaves‌:

he clearly had favourites. like, antony absolutely had his favourites. and sure, he didn’t have a normal family –– he had horses and furniture and people he competed against professionally –– but out of everyone, layla really was his favourite. he was totally biased and he was totally proud of it, and she was like a little sister to him. so would he pull a tonya harding to protect her? sure, why not. but first, he’d hype her forever and wear her clothes absolutely everywhere.

“ why did the grand archon cross the road? ” antony joked in reply, loosely wrapping his arms around her in a hug and grinning just a little. he was having a crap night, so layla was absolutely the bright spot in a really boring, really long, really meh event. “ he didn’t, he took a private jet. ” wincing at his own joke, he gestured towards the dance floor. “ wanna boogie? ”

Throughout the years, Layla had pretty much taught herself to make almost anything fun. Some of those skills she’d learned from Antony and Royce, exploring hotels, and really, they were life lessons that she planned on taking to the grave. But just because she could make any event fun with the right attitude didn’t mean that seeing Antony was any less exciting. It was literally the best thing Layla could imagine. Plus, stealing him away from Flo-whatever was a really, really great added bonus. Man, she was worst.

“God, isn’t the Grand Archon weird?” Layla asked, wrinkling her nose dramatically. She was never sure where she stood on that weirdo. Was anyone though? “Did you hear Amber apparently had sex with him to become a member?” Layla whispered, knowing Antony would probably enjoy the gossip. “Always!” Layla said happily, leading Antony away. “So, are you here, like, with someone?” She asked quietly, basically inquiring about his fiancee. Ugh.

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ofchampagnetears‌:

“well you’re a beautiful fashion designer,” elise raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. “i have to keep up.” elise, despite being a master of a silver tongue, meant every word she said. layla was beautiful, and funny, and nice, a combination that elise had been shocked to discover wasn’t an act. 

“well, there’s the classic about ‘not touching the art’ but i really can’t seem to keep my hands off of you,” elise smirked. “though i won’t say no to champagne…like ever.”

“I had a lot of help,” Layla pointed out, although she grinned as Elise complimented her regardless. She was always trying to ensure that people knew her journey to success wasn’t a solo mission. Jude and Antony had helped a lot along the way. “But I don’t think you’d ever struggle to keep up. I mean, look at you!” Layla said. Before she bothered trying to resist, Layla pressed a gentle kiss to Elise’s cheek.

At the pickup line, Layla couldn’t help but laugh. “I would never want you to try,” she said smoothly, although it was true. Layla was a big fan of PDA! It was fun and it kept gossip exciting. “You got it,” she said. Two minutes later, Layla returned with two champagne flutes. “So, what are the chances that someone ends up getting bidded on and won by someone they hate? Let’s make a bet.”

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sofiyahs‌:

@laylafitzgerald​ | paris, france

the beauty of paris at night isn’t lost on sofi. for all of her rationality, she isn’t without an eye for art (she’d been a dancer, once, after all). being in the louvre, in the evening atmosphere of paris, almost makes it worth the amount of stressing sofi had gone through about taking her ‘time off’. ( is it time off if the president of the united states is there in a professional capacity as well?)

spotting layla, a smile alights on sofi’s features, relaxing from the guarded expression instilled in her as a child. layla was one of sofi’s nearest and dearest friends; despite, or perhaps because of, the differences between the two. they were both young, especially compared to the rest of the members, and sofi valued her company. 

“having a good night, layla?” sofi asks as soon as she’s within earshot. “i saw that you arrived with elise morgan. please - if she’s starting anything tonight, do me a favor and stay out of it.” her tone, though tired, is not angry. she respects elise’s ability to get shit done, despite her lack of self-preservation, and if she weren’t constantly cleaning up after the blonde, sofi thinks she might really like her. “or,” she shrugs. “keep her too preoccupied to start world war iii, i guess.”

Social functions were where Layla flourished, and tonight was no different. Sure, some of the Society’s members were boring or just crazy corrupt, but she got to  go on a date with Elise and see some of the people she loved most in the world altogether. Who could possibly complain about that? Sofi was one of those very people and the second she saw her friend standing there smiling, Layla immediately made her way over to her side. Sure, they had their differences — Sofi was far more contained, stoic, bad ass — but Layla liked to believe that it balanced the two of them out. It’d definitely been working so far.

“The best night,” Layla replied happily. “Like, every single person I adore is here. It’s like Disneyland but with a lot of rich capitalists and no rides.” Sofi would definitely appreciate that joke… and also appreciate the accurate analysis of the Society, probably. “Whoa, you want me to keep her preoccupied? What do you take me more, Sofi?” Layla said lightly, grinning from ear to ear. “Some kind of woman that would have sex out of wedlock?” She continued, probably pushing it a little far. If anyone knew about her escapades, it was Sofi, who unfortunately heard about them in detail. “I got you, don’t worry. Speaking of sex, are you here with a date? Should I scare ‘em?”