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mislcd · 15 days ago

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He was making his rounds, wanting to do so without his daughter, just because he knew that her attention span was pretty little. They'd go from one thing to the next and he had no problem doing that with her, but he figured it was easier to attempt to converse at the picnic without her by his side.

Bette's comment made him almost let out a chuckle, "I don't think you could, even if you wanted to. Why are you trying to have me time at a picnic anyways?" It seemed kind of counterintuitive to him, but who was he to judge? As he got older, he really did try not to judge. It didn't help anything. "Someone's gonna definitely bother you if you look lonely. You know people around here, some people are way too nice." He didn't consider himself nice or mean. He was just kind of there. "So does that mean you're having fun if you're in a good mood?"

status: open. location: potluck picnic – late evening.

with her cheeks flushed and hair tousled, bette collapsed onto the nearest and most comfortable looking ( and hopefully abandoned ) picnic blanket she could find, having excessively indulged in her favourite part of the event – the dancing. sure, the booze enveloped her in a hug similar to that of an old friend, the gossip and the giggles that came with it lit a youthful fire in her chest, and the food… well, the food was okay ( she was still the best comfort cook around, after all ), but the dancing? it took her back to a time she could never quite explain, and that was priceless. she breathlessly pulled her phone from the back pocket of her jeans, eyes blinking slow as they focused in on her home screen. an update from the sitter lit up bette's pink features, dafne was home safe and in bed, and she took a moment to swipe over to her photos and admire the pictures she'd taken of her at the potluck earlier in the day. it was a moment of bliss – fortunate news for whoever had approached her, then. ❛ it's your lucky day, stranger. ❜ she was a few too many drinks in to care about identifying the newcomer, instead she locked her phone and allowed her head to fall back onto the picnic blanket, her eyes closing. ❛ you caught me in a good mood, so i won't kick your ass for interrupting my me-time. ❜

#{ tyson x babette }#{ ts : thread }#{ ts }#{ event : 001 }

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mislcd · 16 days ago

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"Everyone's suddenly a huge fan of this place when the potluck rolls around," He liked Wicklow, especially when summer hit. They had pretty harsh winters but also pretty warm summers. It was the best of both worlds. "I promise I won't eat all of it." The last person he wanted to piss off was someone he worked with. "Yeah, I'll take one," Might as well stay hydrated. "Agreed. At least no one's arguing over whose pie is better. Those ladies scared the crap outta me last year."

"I get it. I swear every year, the popularity of these events sky rocket. Good for the town morale I suppose." It was was one of those instances where one had to grin and bared it. Well, least the concept of shoulder to shoulder. Personal space? Adrian was a big fan. To him nobody in their right mind would want to be packed in like sardines. "People are way too critical. But yeah plenty of here to go around." Adrian mused, moving over on the tail gate to one of the ends in case his boss wanted to sit. "Want a water or anything?" Conveniently a cooler was not too far in the bed of his truck. Full of ice and bottles of water. "It's not bad, food's always good. You?"

#{ ts : thread }#{ ts }#{ tyson x adrian }#{ event : 001 }

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mislcd · 17 days ago

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Ryung was a moocher, having not contributed to the Potluck. He hoped no one noticed, but he really didn't cook or bake or make anything that tasted good. And he didn't want to bring some store bought thing and explain to everyone how it he didn't make it, and that's why it was good. "Can we take one of each?" He asked, scanning the options. "How long did all of this take?"

𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› ft. yujin hume where: the great ridge potluck status: accepting replies

❝ i kept going back and forth between lemon bars, blueberry tarts, and mini strawberry shortcakes. so, ❞ a soft shade of pink dusted her cheekbones as she gestured at the spread of desserts. ❝ i made all of them. ❞ indecision had marred the afternoon before, all the ingredients gathered in the bakery's kitchen as she'd waffled between options, unsure what the majority would prefer, before finally glancing at the clock and realizing there was time to bake all three. now each dessert was carefully arranged across the three serving plates, fresh blueberries and strawberries added as garnish to the tarts and cakes respectively while a dusting of powdered sugar coated the tops of the lemon bars like snowfall. ❝ please, help yourself. ❞

#{ ry }#{ ry : thread }#{ ryung x yujin }

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mislcd · 17 days ago

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One thing about Ty was that he loved his share of dogs. Dogs were way better than any human, they'd always stay by your side. Max going after his food was just more entertaining than anything, which was why he waved off Eddie's apology. "Eh, don't worry about it. Just normal dog behavior. I'd be more concerned if he wasn't acting starved," He chuckled, though it really was true, "Hell, I'd be doing the same thing if I was him when it came to this food." He nodded, as his eyes pointed down towards his plate. "Yeah, I'm always down for some good food. You enjoying yourself? Or is Max having more of the fun?"

ᝰ　　open for anyone ᝰ　　wicklow summer social, afternoon

ᝰ　　　　the perks of having an older and ( seemingly ) well-behaved dog means a lot of things, mostly that eddie has the luxury of keeping him leash-free as he spends most of his time sleeping on their blanket. but predictability was never something max is known for, and one passerby later he's up on his feet and following the scent trail of food and inconveniencing its possessor. “ max! c'mon, boy, that isn't yours! ” eddie calls out, rushing to clasp the leash back onto his dog. “ sorry about him, you'd think i don't feed him enough, ” he jokes as max tucks behind his legs like a reprimanded child. “ you enjoying yourself? ”

#{ ts : thread }#{ tyson x eddie }#{ ts }#{ event : 001 }

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mislcd · 19 days ago

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He was making his rounds, happy to try everyone's food. He wasn't a foodie or anything, but he did like the variety that this event always had. Ty gave him a nod, "Yep, how 'bout you?" He asked, happy to make small talk as he made his rounds for all sorts of food. "Aren't biscuits and cookies the same thing? Or at least come from the same family? You have to bake 'em, right?"

open starter : dunc taggart & open ( ∞ ) at the wicklow summer social

feet kicked up on the chillybin, lounging in his camp chair with a glass of iced tea, dunc glances up at the sound of footsteps crunching on picnic blankets. “ afternoon, ” he says, bringing his feet down and pulling out a jug to refill his glass. “ having a good time ? ” he gestures to the box. “ got some drinks in there, think we've got some biscuits—sorry, cookies—around here somewhere. ”

#{ tyson x dunc }#{ ts : thread }#{ ts }#{ event : 001 }

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mislcd · 19 days ago

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At least Pim was someone he enjoyed having around which was why he ended up gravitating towards her at the Potluck. He couldn't help but chuckle at Pim's whole...situation. This was why he liked having a resting scowl, it meant that no one really bothered him. Especially not kids. "Are you done dealing with sticky hands for the day? It's not worth it to get it all out if you're not," He noted, as he inspected the coloring job that was done on her. "Some of these kids could really stand to learn about color theory." He was half joking but also not. "I'm not sure they're gonna come out until you end up soaking it. What kind of markers did they use?"

status: open. location: potluck picnic – late afternoon.

whereas adults were often befuddled by pim's outward demeanour, her hardened lines and off-putting scowl screeching a misplaced warning, kids were not. kids, on the other hand, seemed to gravitate towards her. that was how she had ended up here, slowly emptying water bottle in one hand and kindly donated cloth from a local in the other, scrubbing at her tattoos with a bit of gusto. whereas her generous black work had once been all darkness and sable lines, there now sat a colourful adornment of sharpie'd on stars, love hearts, and rainbows of varying skill levels. her once two-toned skin had burst forth into glorious technicolour… and now she was paying the small price for entertaining the local kids in the early afternoon. she struggled to pull herself from her concentration as a figure approached, trying and failing to address them as she continued to zero in on her prismatic limbs. ❛ sorry… i just need to… ❜ scrub. scrub. scrub. ❛ just one second… ❜ glug. glug. glug. ❛ i don't think this is enough water… ❜ scrub. scrub. glug.

#{ ryung x pim }#{ ry : thread }#{ ry }#{ event : 001 }

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mislcd · 20 days ago

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Spotting Adrian definitely made Ty feel like he had lucked out. Though he knew that seeing a boss outside of work could be weird. Even weirder to share food with him. But it was better than trying to get through the crowds. "Thanks, cause I don't wanna have to maneuver 'round everyone. I stepped on someone's foot before, and they acted like I stole a million bucks from 'em. Which to clarify, I'd never do, in case anyone ever asks." He chuckled, as he scanned for something to eat. "You havin' a good time so far?"

Where: The Great Ridge Potluck

For: Anyone

Adrian's social battery was kind of low for these events whether it was the crowds or the rowdiness that seemed to come easily as the day moved on. However, he wasn't ready to leave yet. He just needed some time to himself. To eat in peace. One thing he could control, nothing much worse than a 100 eyes on you while stuffing one's face. He wasn't some heathen with his eating habits, but the male liked to protect his peace in most situations. Until he heard footsteps to where he was seated comfortable on the tailgate of his truck. A variety of food items he had scavenged in his rounds. "Sure I can make an exception in sharing, plenty to go around." He motioned towards the spread basically which consisted from salty foods to sweets. A polite offer nonetheless.

#{ ts }#{ ts : thread }#{ tyson x adrian }#{ event : 001 }

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mislcd · 20 days ago

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Ryung was always way more interested in eavesdropping than socializing. Maybe he shouldn't have come though, if he didn't want to socialize. "I think you answered your own question." He said with a shrug, "Not sure how'd you dance without getting some alcohol in your first, but to each their own." He wasn't one to judge. Well, that was a lie, but he wasn't judging at the moment. "If you're kid-free for the night, might as well take advantage of all that you can, right?" He was thankfully always kid-free.

open starter ( event one )

location : wicklow ridge's park , mid - evening .

it's not a common occurrence , to spot alara out in town past 9pm . well , it used to be when she was younger & had absolutely no obligations or worries but now at the age of thirty - two , while running a business & raising a 5 year old , things definitely took a different turn . which perhaps explains why she keeps on refusing any strong liquor tonight , opting for a non - alcoholic beer , despite her friends begging her otherwise . " who's gonna drive y'all home , huh ? somebody's gotta' , and besides , i was promised dancing not drinking until morning , " she stands her ground with a sigh , taking a sip of her beverage before turning to the person now beside her . " do i sound like a buzzkill mom right now ? i do , don't i ? "

#{ ry }#{ ry : thread }#{ ryung x alara }#{ event : 001 }

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mislcd · 21 days ago

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★ ‧₊˚ ⋆ ji chang wook. cis man. he/him … now playing: in one ear by cage the elephant — oh , that ? might be ryung yoon , an thirty four year old tattoo artist (thistle and thorn tattoo) who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for eight years , just long enough to stir up some trouble if you ask me. they’re a regular at maple and main , always going on about “tattoos keep track of time. sometimes things happen and you feel that you need to mark them down.” like it’s gospel. around town , folks say they’re creative & practical — but when they think no one’s listening ? it’s more like secretive & pessimistic. are the rumors true ? maybe not … but it sure makes life around here a little more interesting.

STATS:

name: ryung yoon.

nicknames: ry.

age: 34.

gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him.

birthday: february 21st.

occupation: tattoo artist at thistle and thorn tattoo.

BULLET POINTS:

triggers: violence, parental abandonment, jail, drug use.

He has always had a heart full of empty promises. His father promised to be back soon before he was dragged off to jail. His mom promised that she’d take good care of him. People lie, which was something he learned at the young age of eight. His mother was more invested in her vices than him. He was mainly on his own, trying to raise himself. It’s not like anyone knew to check in on him.

Due to the fact that it felt like no one gave a damn about him, it caused him to act up from an early age. His teachers always saw him as a daredevil and he was the one who tried to get kids to join in with him. His mother didn’t reprimand him, instead she became even more absent, not wanting to deal with what was right in front of her. He was always testing the waters and limits whether it was with teachers or his peers. Ryung knew how to drive people away, and he was good at not letting anyone in.

After high school, Ry wasn't sure what he really wanted to do. The only thing he was pretty good at was art. It was the only class he looked forward to in high school. However, his mom always told him that he wasn't talented enough and that wasn't a real career.

He hadn't really considered tattooing a real job until one of the people he frequently smoked with told him that he made a shit ton of money, and it was pretty art based. Ry secured an apprenticeship after building his portfolio. For the first time in his life, he was pretty content. After that, everything fell into place. Art was the outlet that he needed.

He moved here to help open Thistle and Thorn. The shop's probably the one thing he really cares about. He now specializes in neo-traditional, but he likes all styles.

Personality wise, he's chilled out but also he hasn't. He can get a little angry, especially if he hasn't had a cigarette in a bit.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

fwbs

an ex that he broke up with because he actually started to like them

half-siblings (must be half korean)

frequent clients

smoking buddies

drinking buddies

unlikely friends

open to everything else as well!!

#wicklow:intro #{ ry }#{ ry : intro }

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mislcd · 21 days ago

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★ ‧₊˚ ⋆ travis fimmel. cis man. he/him … now playing: the gambler by kenny rodgers — oh , that ? might be tyson shaw , an forty two year old owner/head mechanic (the motor lodge) who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for twenty five years , just long enough to stir up some trouble if you ask me. they’re a regular at the stag’s rest , always going on about “it’s hard to walk away from a winning streak, even harder to leave the table when you’re on a losing one” like it’s gospel. around town , folks say they’re loyal & independent — but when they think no one’s listening ? it’s more like impulsive & restless. are the rumors true ? maybe not … but it sure makes life around here a little more interesting.

stats:

name: tyson shaw.

nicknames: ty.

age: 42.

gender & pronouns: cis man & he/him.

birthday: april 21st.

occupation: owner & head mechanic at the motor lodge.

bullet points:

triggers: gambling

a second generation mechanic, ty grew up around cars, bikes, and a lot of grease. his dad always took him to his shop. he always knew he was going to follow in his dad's footsteps, and getting to work with his dad was something that he looked forward to. he began officially working for the shop after he graduated high school. and about ten years ago, his dad retired and ty's been in charge of the shop since.

he’s an extremely loyal guy, and loves hard. he's married to valerie langham. he's kind of an idiot, but he does try his best not to be. he loves his little family. and he'll do anything for them.

ty's gambling problem started small, it was just a few friday night games with friends. but somewhere along the line, it spiraled into high-stakes bets, mounting debts, and pawned tools. hell, he almost lost the shop. but he still can't seem to stay away from the thrill of a it all or the lure of "just one more win."

when he's not working, tyson enjoys restoring classic cars, hanging with his fam, and doing his best to stay busy to not fall into old habits.

he's trying though sometimes failing, to turn the wrench on his own life before it falls apart completely. after-all, he can't do that to his wife or daughter. as of now, he's off of gambling. but it's a slippery slope. he's trying to recover financially, but he knows it's going to take a while.

wanted connections:

loan shark?

fellow parent friends

card game buddies

frequent customers

ride or die

sibling like friends

exes

neighbors

positive influence

negative influence

ANYTHING!!!