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she could be the alpha of this household. nothing slips past her. dolores has been keeping various members of the turpin clan alive for all of her adult life. focusing in on a ward of one isn't drastically different. a adolescent girl is different from a gentleman her age, yet secrets are what keep everyone from splitting in half. an ingredient she leaned to add when she was a girl. one howl and she could end them all.

❝ when i was younger--- ❞ she leans back, taking her mug with her ❝ ---girls didn't sleep with boys until their wedding nights. and if they did, their fathers would make them get married before they started showing. ❞ a glance at the wolf's stomach. nothing. ( yet. ) miss johanna is still far too skinny. it brings dolores back to the days her and her mother were sleeping in train stations and she would use her mother's lap as a pillow. that was before the turpins and their son.

that terribly complicated man.

they grew up with each other. his parents didn't have to be so generous as to allow dolores to stay in the house with her mother. they should have forced her mother to find a flat to rent, yet dolores dreamed on fine sheets, stole glances at busts of deceased family members and played with their son. by the time, she was twelve, she was doing the work of a scullery maid: there was no time for play anymore. phillip turpin spent most of his time on his studies. on girls. but out of everyone on their staff, he chose her to come with him to his house in london. he paid for her fare to america and found a flat nearby when times changed.

playmates to master and servant. their unusual friendship packed into their suitcases, trailing after them on trains or aeroplanes and planting itself everywhere in hawkins, indiana. a friendship they are completely secure in.

yet, she still calls his ward a wolf. a predator who could take her job away with just her teeth.

dolores adds another sugar cube.

❝ some of those arrangements worked themselves out, ❞ she continues, ❝ but others did not. ❞

take her mother for example. seduced by her employer and thrown out onto the streets to raise her daughter alone.

( she can't let the same thing happen to miss johanna. )

❝ is whoever your "library" is worth it? would he marry you? or does he just want to bed you and then take off? ❞

the bird is in her claws now. wolves can bleed, too.

❝ your guardian wouldn't be very pleased with you, now would he? ❞

dolores can imagine it now. miss johann, pale and sick, and his voice raised to volumns all of loch nora---nay, all of hawkins---can hear. another once-over tells her that this girl won't do very well with a baby. if it doesn't kill her, that is. she imagines she'll be sent away. there will be no more teas together.

no more teas, but no more risk. ( no, the house would be even colder without the girl breathing in it. )

❝ you've been purchasing your own products lately, haven't you? ❞ a corner. a trap. they both know what they mean by products. ❝ you know i don't go through your things, little wolf, but i have a keen eye. i know what i have and haven't purchased. some of those boxes in your facilities aren't something i've picked out. ❞

her tea is gone. dolores ignores the empty mug for now.

❝ i don't mind if you do it yourself. just ensure i keep seeing new products every once in a while. wouldn't add up if it's the same box every time i peak in there. ❞

predator. that is who she sees in front of her. gnashing teeth, a warning gaze---how damned souls are described in the old and new testaments. as soon as she got back, mrs. eastman swung her net around her with an order to shower and come down for tea. with her guardian being away for tonight and the next, she assumed she would float in and out with ease. or at least more ease than usual. instead, she is being cornered in a nightgown and while sipping at a cup of tea. johanna was quiet---it is in her nature to step lightly and whisper---hoping that mrs. eastman would forget about her. she didn't.

it is midnight. she is sipping tea with someone who is about to pounce.

no sugar for her. no cream. those calories were already used today. bites of zingers and hohos left her mouth aching after their lunch period. ( she is getting better---she is. it's a perfectly normal thing to keep one's daily sugar intake low. there are consequences to adding a single cube to her beverage. ) it is still too hot as she drinks. better to burn her tongue than give anything away within her express. she has known mrs. eastman long enough to know she can find anything within a glance left or a flinch of the mouth. even if it isn't true. everything to that woman-beast is bible.

it was mrs. eastman who found her after she pulled out her first loose tooth, all bloody and staring horrified at what she had found. she had cleaned her mouth, wrapped the tooth in cloth, assured her that it was normal to lose teeth at her age. no, she was not dying. mrs. eastman opened the front door when the blizzard hit on her way home from school. had served her tear just like this before pealing off wet layers of clothing. that was before such a domestic act would start making her scream. mrs. eastman pointed out the house her parents moved into. while she told her that it wasn't haunted ( despite certain rumors ), it was to johanna.

mrs. eastman keeps secrets. as long as it benefits her. as long as benefits her guardian.

she was the one who realized her plates were just as full as they had been at the start of meals. the secret was kept for weeks. johanna could watch as she needed a belt to hold her skirts over her hips. she was giddy with it. only until mrs. eastman realized that if judge turpin lost his ward to starvation, he would be furious. who would be the object of his inflictions without a young girl locked in her room? she told. she told again, when johanna was fourteen and was too sick to fight her way to school. she doesn't protect with her secrets: she uses them. who could she hurt? who could the honorable judge wound? who can they use for prey?

and this? this is a secret she won't protect.

❝ i told you. i was out on a walk. ❞ not a full lie. they had walked. they had broken into the back of a car. they had shared secrets and hostess treats with each other. the him in question is the him, she has to protect. mrs. eastman has the judge. johanna has riff.

she can already hear the woman's next argument? the next step of the trap: " you were gone for hours. " perhaps, she had been. her guardian isn't home. schoolwork is complete. today is friady. no harm done.

aging, as she may be, mrs. eastman has claws and teeth and motive. johanna tilts her chin up slightly. a dare to aim for the throat. she can take it.

( a glance at her lap. her hips don't look different, right? no one said anything. her guardian hadn't noticed. yet, as much as it may be myth, mrs. eastman seems to wield old wives tales as a weapon. perhaps, to everyone else, it might be a rumor. to mrs. eastman, the rules don't apply. )

❝ and yes, it was a long walk. ❞ johanna takes another sip. the rather unladylike desire to drown herself in the drink nips at her shoulders. manners don't exist in fights. animals use anything they can in order to slip away from predator eyes. deception. tricks. flight. ❝ everyone else my age is out doing things on a friday night. ❞ a shrug. ❝ i just wanted to feel like everyone else. i didn't do anything he wouldn't let me. just the library, poking my head into a few stores and a cheeky, little stroll. and technically, i don't have a curfew. ❞

there. a story. exactly what mrs. eastman wants.

hopefully, she takes the bait.

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finally going to try to get this blog off the ground so starter call?? keep in mind that my muse list has changed drastically since my last move. you can find it on my pinned. i will come to you to plot beforehand since most of these muses are quite new! fellow multis, please specify who you want these for!

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@cagefreed vows, ❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜

is this the same girl she used to call " little wolf? " in the back of her graying mind, she can still hear the howls of a girl barely two years old in the middle of the night. a light sleeper seemingly from birth. when her wailing woke mr. turpin, it was dolores who was leaning over the bars of the crib, attempting to shush her back to sleep. back in those days, the years she used to live with mr. turpin until times began to change and when he wasn't able to keep a nanny due to how often his ward was waking, dolores would stroke her hair and almost dare her. keep hallowing, keep biting, fight, little wolf. the first time dolores saw the girl, she wondered if she would survive. every day since then, she's still afraid that she won't. motherless children often faced dreadful fates. but miss johanna is lucky: she has been adopted by loch nora man. she will survive. ( even if it is dolores who is keeping her breathing and biting. )

wolf-cup is growing into she-wolf. dolores can see the spite in her eyes. the flare of survival, even if it is kept hidden. she places the mug in front of her, opting for causal rather than getting the china from the cabinet. mr. turpin insists on using the tea cups his mother left for him in her will, but it is late. dolores hasn't stayed the night like this in years. when it is just her and miss johanna, there is never enough time. but it is midnight. the night stretches out beyond them. even if miss johanna now bites back her cry, dolores knows she has stayed up for longer than this.

not for the first time tonight, she glances over her nightgown. pristine condition. even ironed. it was four years ago now that dolores found the ripped night dress in mr. turpin's bedside table. whatever had happened, she turns a blind eye to it. she does not want to know. she does not want to realize.

she replaced the nightgown without a word. she didn't think about how miss johanna wobbled. she didn't look any closer at the mark on mr. turpin's face, or notice how it resembled a scratch from a feral animal.

dolores adjusts a pin in her curler before taking a seat in front of the wolf. miss johanna sips at her tea. her free hand grips at her braid. it wouldn't be the first time dolores washed blood from her scalp. she really is so young, dolores thinks. which is why it's simply impossible anything like that has happened to her. a wolf, yes, but not yet a hunter. not a fighter. just fierce and nocturnal.

❝ oh, i'm sure of it. but in case you've forgotten, it's just you and me tonight. no need to be afraid of waking anyone. tell me: was it someone you were out with? ❞ dolores wraps her fingers around her mug. autumn brings a chill to her aging bones. autumn brings more secrets. as long as miss johanna is home in time for dinner, what should it concern her? ( but she would still like to know: dolores is the one keeping the secret for her. doesn't she deserve to know what exactly she's guarding? ) ❝ the library closes at seven on the dot. you didn't come home until two hours ago. ❞ 9:47 is technically what the clock on the pantry said.

dolores has been keeping secrets for years. when they were children, mr. turpin traded them with her. now, she keeps her lips locked. a collection won't grow if it isn't guarded, if it's allowed to be stolen from. she has been keeping the secrets of a young girl for that girl's entire life. usually, she knows what she protects. what to say to avoid them from them getting snatched up. she looked the other way when she noticed stacks of feminine products never running out. she pretended to have her back turned when mr. turpin discussed cases with mr. bamford. why wouldn't anyone trust her?

years and years of secrets. she never expected to be sipping tea with the girl-wolf at midnight after catching her in a coat closet with the phone pressed between her ear and her shoulder. just after she got home late from supposedly, the library. dolores may not understand this generation or these years that pass so quickly, but she can pit the pieces of a puzzle together. she already knows what the outline looks like.

who is the boy?

is he the reason for the grass stains on your skirts? the holes in your tights? why you come home with wet hair some days and glowing skin on others?

dolores takes a sip of earl gray. ❝ it's a small town, miss johanna. ❞ she adds a cube of sugar. another. a sip. a splash of cream. ❝ you know how your guardian is. ❞

even wolves get hunted.

and she'll cast a blind eye.

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yIKES i went through an old multi and am now missing specific muses

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so my muse list has changed......quite a bit! i'm kinda ready for a fresh slate with my muses so please check out my pinned to see who i'm focusing on at the moment. some of my old muses from previous blogs are still available because i can't part with them completely and the link to that list is also on the pinned. i'm just not as interested in them and when i do write them, they're probably have more plotted interactions. like i said, i am absolutely going to be more plot heavy ( even more than before ), so if you are interested in plotting anything for any of my muses, let me know!

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OTHER MUSES.

these are muses i've written in the past. i am more focused on the muses listed on my pinned currently, but i'm too attached to them to completely let them go. i'll be more a tad strict with interactions with these muses and i likely won't get to their replies as quickly. you are free to request them, we just need to have set up a dynamic between our muses and at least one or two thread ideas. you can find their about pages on my old multi or ask me for the link.

pamela howard.

elsie day.

myrtle wilson.

livia cardew.

sorella ricci.

tat agapov.

karen hansen.

rhonda thompson.

tessie johnson.

maxie kilmartin.

laura hope.

other muses that you may find on here occasionally, but are mostly here for threads with myself ( i may write these muses with others although that will be very rarely ):

benjamin barker.

nellie lovett.

dolores eastman.

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MARY ANNE SPIER, as featured in a stranger things universe.

general.

name.     mary anne spier. nicknames/known as.     n/a. age and date of birth.     eighteen. september 22, 1968. gender and pronouns.     cisfemale (she/her). sexuality.     hetreosexual. status.     verse dependent.

background.

family.     richard spier (father; alive), angela spier (mother; deceased). significant other.     none. place of birth.     hawkins, indiana. education.     high school. occupation.     babysitter, wants to become a school teacher or study psychology. religion.     methodist.

appearance.

hair.     brown and hits almost the middle of her back. until she was thirteen, she was only allowed to wear her hair in braids. she's not quite brave enough to do anything too "modern" with her hair, but she enjoys experimenting with styles. eye color.     brown. skin tone.     fair. height.     5'1" ( and a half )  weight.     116lbs. faceclaim.     tba.

personality.

traits.     always quite sensitive and shy, mary anne is just how beginning to discover who she is and make her way out of her cocoon. she cares very deeply about people and tends to get incredibly anxious. she doesn't get angry often, but when she does, she treats people to the cold shoulder. mbti.     isfj. enneagram.     9w1. moral alignment.     lawful good. mental.     anxiety disorder and social anxiety disorder.

history.

after her mother's death in a car accident, mary anne's father became incredibly protective and strict over his daughter. he picked out her clothes every day and didn't allow her to wear her hair in any style other than two braids. due to how protective he is, mary anne became anxious, withdrawn and found it difficult to make friends at school.

she later finds out that her father was so protective was because he and his in-laws had a long custody battle over her. he feels the need to impress his in-laws and prevent them from trying to take custody of her again.

when she was twelve, she began babysitting the kids in her neighborhood. this included the wheelers who lived next door to her. when nancy wasn't able to watch her younger siblings, mary anne was over. because of this, she knows the party fairly well.

her father finally began to loosen up his rules after mary anne proved she was responsible by calling 911 when her client spiked a high fever. it was the scariest incident of her life and she'll never forget it. she's still trying to figure out herself and who she is now that she's allowed to be herself.

mary anne began to struggle socially again in her senior year after learning about the custody battle with her grandparents and their urging for her to come live with them after graduation. it got to the point, she couldn't breath before giving a presentation. her dad suggested she start talking to the school counselor. talking to ms. kelly helped until the headaches and nosebleeds started. mary anne started to isolate herself, stopped babysitting and her dad had to put his foot down and force her to stay home from school.

she began to take solace in listening to music. after talking to ms. kelley about it and slowly starting to babysit again, the headaches and nosebleeds stopped. it was hard to forget about her strange symptoms, though.

after babysitting for the cunninghams, she caught chrissy coming back home with a bloody nose. mary anne tenderly asked her about it, but chrissy gently put a stop to it.

after mary anne heard about chrissy's murder, she begins to get suspicious because of the nosebleed. something about it seemed a little too specific.

her dad got stricter to the point mary anne was barely allowed outside of the house, but it doesn't deter her from trying to figure out what happened with chrissy.

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NANCY KENSINGTON, an original character inspired by "uptown girl" by billy joel.

general.

name.     nancy kensington. nicknames/known as.     she is not "nance" under any circumstance. age and date of birth.     nineteen. october 20th, 1935. gender and pronouns.     cisfemale (she/her). sexuality.     unsure. status.     single.

background.

family.     heath kensington (father; alive), adelia kensington (mother; alive). significant other.     none. place of birth.     upper east side, manhatten. education.     private school education and is interested in attending university, but her parents discourage her to. occupation.     socialite. religion.     protestant.

appearance.

hair.     blonde waves that are cut at about her shoulder. she's a big fan of fashioning her hair into styles inspired by movie stars. eye color.     brown. skin tone.     fair. height.     5'6"  weight.     119lbs. faceclaim.     carey mulligan.

personality.

traits.     outgoing and bubbly, she was trained from a young age to be a good socializer and learned every detail of what makes a good hostess by the time she was a young teenager. she is polite, yet when something sets her off, she looses that normally calm composure. she loves living life on the edge which means anything from climbing up the firescapes to get to her friend's room or going after boys that her parents would faint at the sight of seeing her with. mbti.     estp. enneagram.     tba. moral alignment.     tba. mental.     obsessive-compulsive disorder, episodic depressive disorder.

history.

nancy is the only child of two people who both came from a long line of money. as much as they claim to be self-starters, they haven't had to worry about dropping a dime on the street since the early 18th century. her parent's marriage was all but arranged, but they get on well. her father is a politician. her mother is the perfect politician's wife.

from a young age, nancy showed particular characteristics. these were interpreted as just being detail-oriented by her parents, rather them acknowledging that something was wrong with their daughter. to try to overcome it, nancy turned to pulling dangerous stunts that turned her mother's hair gray. ironically, a thrill have gave her a moment of peace that she was longing for.

at her private school, nancy was popular among the gentleman. never one to turn down a date, she spent most of her evenings with boys her age ( and sometimes older ).

in her senior year, her mother and grandmothers began to pressure her into finding a gentleman to settle down with. so many good options around her! nancy went along with it, going on date after date, but nothing felt right.

she wanted to be more than a politician's or banker's wife. is it so bad to want to be loved?

nearly two years out of high school and nancy still plays little hostess next to her mother, still smiles and waves and avoids most of manhatten, but she's looking for a guy that she knows will love her.

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ALLIE NELSON, as seen in the notebook. musical based and canon divergent.

general.

name.     allison nelson ( calhoun after her marriage ). nicknames/known as.     allie. age and date of birth.     verse depedent. june 7th, 1923. gender and pronouns.     cisfemale (she/her). sexuality.     bisexual (heavily closeted/heavy male lean). status.     single/dating/engaged/married/verse dependent.

background.

family.     anne nelson (mother), jeffery nelson (father), mary allan calhoun (daughter), maggie calhoun (daughter), edmund calhoun (son), two grandchildren. significant other.     noah calhoun (boyfriend/husband), captain lon hammond jr (ex-fiance). place of birth.     charleston, south carolina. education.     educated to all things necessary for a girl of her standing. allie can speak french fluently, knows how to run a household, how to manage finances, has been reading at a college-level since she was ten-year-old and would make a fine wife to any man who pursued her. occupation.     volunteer nurse during world war two. later, a notable painter. religion.     baptist.

appearance.

hair.     black curls that go past her shoulders, hitting about her mid-back. eye color.     brown. skin tone.     golden rich. height.     5'5"  weight.     129lbs. faceclaim.     joy woods.

personality.

traits.     has a temper, but is mostly a sweet girl whose trying to get everything she possibly can out of life. she feels trapped in what her mother has picked out for her, but is only beginning to find her wings to fly into a life she does want to live. mbti.     tba. enneagram.     tba. moral alignment.     tba. mental.     develops dementia in her eighties.

history.

tba.

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DAISY BUCHANAN. as seen in the great gatsby. musical based.

general.

name.     daisy buchanan (nee fay). nicknames/known as.     n/a. age and date of birth.     twenty-six. july 2, 1896. gender and pronouns.     cisfemale (she/her). sexuality.     bisexual (heavily closeted). status.     married.

background.

family.     albert fay (father; alive), katherine fay (mother; deceased), bertha travers (sister; alive), cassandra weston (sister; alive). significant other.     thomas buchanan (husband), jay gatsby (lover). place of birth.     louisville, louisiana. education.     tutored. occupation.     socialite. religion.     baptist.

appearance.

hair.     black, cut into a bob. eye color.     brown. skin tone.     tan. height.     5'3"  weight.     126lbs. faceclaim.     eva nobelzada.

personality.

traits.     tba. mbti.     tba. enneagram.     tba. moral alignment.     tba. mental.     post-traumatic stress disorder post canon.

history.

the fay family comes from interesting background. her grandparents came from the philippines and struck gold early on in the goldrush. the other side of her family were wealthy merchants from mexico. the two families settled in louisville and were good friends. albert fay proposed to his wife in the late 19th century. both families had been claiming to be from old money for decades. this was ultimately regarded as fact, even if it wasn't entirely true. daisy was raised alongside her older sister, cassandra in a relatively happy and somewhat spoiled childhood.

cassandra married a few years before daisy. however, it was evident soon into the marriage that cassandra was unhappy. her husband was beloved by their parents so she didn't say anything. daisy finally got the truth out of her after years of prodding to discover the horrific circumstances of cassandra's marriage. daisy attempted to convince their parents to take her sister in and protect her from her husband. her parents denied, claiming that cassandra's husband was a good man. cassandra confronted daisy about going to their parents, reminding her that she would have nothing if she divorced. it wasn't worth it.

determined not to end up in the same situation as her sister, daisy played coy for several years. bothering her mother and her father. but when she fell in love, she fell. for jay gatsby.

when he left for war, she assumed that she wouldn't see him again. knowing that she wouldn't be able to find anyone like him again, daisy opened herself up to finding a husband. tom buchanan was handsome and mostly importantly, he came from good money. she trusted that he wouldn't hurt her when she accepted his proposal.

the night before the wedding, a letter from gatsby arrived. after hearing nothing from him in years, she assumed he had perished. even if his name was never in the paper. daisy told her mother that she changed her mind. the pearl necklace that tom gifted her was ripped from her neck. they weren't able to calm her down all night.

eventually between three and five in the morning, cassandra talked to her. there was no future with gatsby. how would their parents react? how would society react to daisy fay marrying a poor boy from nowhereville? daisy asked if she went through with the wedding to tom if cassandra would divorce her own husband. daisy would be the perfect daughter. her wedding to tom would distract everyone from the divorce. cassandra agreed.

as jordan and her mother helped her into her dress and did up her hair, daisy reminded herself that she was in love with tom. cassandra put the pearls over her neck.

cassandra never asked for the divorce. tom crashed the car with the hotel's chambermaid in it.

tom bought a mansion in long island. tom was never home. daisy argued with her sister over the divorce. cassandra announced that she was pregnant and because of her pregnancy, her husband had stopped hurting her.

daisy met her nephew a few months later.

after a year of tom disappearing and phone calls at dinnertime, daisy remembered what her sister had done. a baby would solve their problems. a baby would stop the phone calls and the expensive receipts she found in his coat pockets for things she never saw.

pamela buchanan was born a year later.

two years later, the parties started across the bay.

her cousin, nick moved to west egg.

her solider had returned.

tom left her with blackeyes. tom was never home. tom barely looked at their daughter. daisy knew it was a gamble. she would loose more than everything if she went to west egg. but while things seemed better with her sister, they never got better for her. daisy's heart was still aching for her solider after all these years.

being with gatsby was everything she had imagined her marriage would be like. her aunt fell ill every other weekend and while she missed her pammy, she'd never been happier than spending those weekends with jay.

then came the confrontation at the plaza. the blood on the windshield. how her hands trembled in jay held them in his own as he promised that he would fix everything.

there was no future with jay. daisy wanted to pick up the phone and call. by the time she finally did, tom had a hand on her shoulder and whispering that he was dead.

tom had won.

they fled to honolulu. a year there. a year in paris. one in london. one in the greek countryside. always trying to escape. always hoping that pammy wouldn't grow up like herself or cassandra. if she was a fool, then it wouldn't matter.

the nightmares started as soon as the plane landed. jay's body in the pool. a flash of red hair. myrtle's face on the windshield before her body crunched behind them. most nights, she spent away from tom. she curled up next to pammy. her daughter was the only solid thing in her life.

tom suggested therapies. places that he could check her into for a few weeks that would make her better. doctors.

daisy didn't want to get better now. this is what she deserves for betraying jay, for her selfishness, for not being able to fix everything.

she talked to jordan once about it. tom found her afterwards in the bath, not breathing.

it was a week at the hospital.

there were a few visits from doctors that could fix her. the appointments quickly turned into blurs. they suggested more hospitals. tom had a maid pack her things.

daisy didn't know if she cared anymore. she was compliant until she found a letter with another woman's name on it and another woman's perfume sprayed on the envelope.

she took the suitcase and pammy and took a train to boston. jordan's new address wasn't difficult to find.

unable to be a beautiful little fool and unable to play the part that her sister did so wonderfully, she called herself daisy fay and began a new life.

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COSETTE FAUCHELEVENT, as seen in les miserables. mainly novel, headcanon and musical based with influences from the 2012 film and miniseries.

general.

name.     euphrasie cosette fauchelevent ( pontmercy, after her marriage ). nicknames/known as.     ursule/ursula ( mistakenly by marius ), the lark, alouette, mademoiselle lanoire. age and date of birth.     eighteen. march 15th, 1815. gender and pronouns.     cisfemale (she/her). sexuality.     hetreosexual. status.     single/married/verse dependent.

background.

family.     félix tholomyès ( biological father; unknown; hopefully dead ), fantine ( mother; deceased ), jean valjean ( adoptive father ) marius pontmercy ( husband ). place of birth.     paris, france education.     mixed education. she was tutored by valjean before being taught at the convent. occupation.     none. religion.     catholic ( practicing ).

appearance.

hair.     loose curls ( 2a/2b ). her hair is a shade between blonde and brown, it’s difficult to tell what exactly it is. she was blessed with natural golden highlights. when she was younger, it appeared much more brown as it was filthy most of the time. her hair is still quite thin due to neglect in her youth, but it’s hard to tell. eye color.     blue. skin tone.     fair. height.     5'3"  weight.     93lbs ( still quite skinny from childhood neglect )

faceclaim.     samara weaving.

personality.

traits.     a timid child grew into a beautiful and fierce and strong woman with a thirst for more than her sheltered life, but content and gratitude for what she has now. she loves passionately and quickly. mbti.     tba. enneagram.     tba. moral alignment.     chaotic good mental.     post-traumatic stress disorder, high stress and anxiety ( especially in her youth ), occasional depressive episodes as a side effect of ptsd which also makes it difficult for her to remember certain things about her childhood.

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 ––––––  darcy's female multimuse. highly selective and low activity. does not follow first. featuring: daisy buchanan, allie nelson, cosette fauchelevent, ellen marie truman, sylvie st. james, and nancy kensington. other muses may be requested with heavy plotting. rules under the cut.

INTRODUCTION. welcome to o1dmoney, an independent and highly selective female multimuse. i have been in the tumblr rpc for about four years now and have had a multi off and on for about as long. you may recognize me/have followed me from previous multis i've had in the past, of which there are....many. at the moment, i'm focusing on some newer muses that i'm very excited about. however, a few of my old muses are also available by request. links for my main muses can be found just above and the link to my request muses is next to them.

INTERACTING. for me, it is crucial that we plot before we jump into things. as soon as i follow back, i will hop into your ims and we can figure something out. if this isn't your speed or if you aren't actually interested in writing, i suggest not following. after plotting, i adore getting and sending memes! please spam me! i ask that you specify a muse when you send those in or like starter calls. i will either contact you about which muse you would like it from or not answer it at all.

please reblog from the source and not from this blog! that includes aesthetics, memes, musings, etc. please do not like or reblog my threads if you are not apart of them. non-rp blogs will be blocked on sight. if you have a roleplay sideblog, let me know.

SELECTIVITY. i practice high selectivity on this blog for the sake of my own sanity. i absolutely adore crossovers and ocs. please respect my banned fandoms list. i will not interact with muses from the following: book of mormon the musical, southpark, abrahamic lore, anime fandoms or steven universe. you will be hardblocked if you ignore this rule. i can tell if people haven't read my rules prior to interacting. i will likely not follow if you don't have a rules page or have some information about your muse on your blog whether that be a google doc, carrd, about page, etc. i don't know everything about every muse!

FORMATTING. my formatting is quite simple nowadays. i do not expect you to match my style. if this doesn't work for you, let me know and i will adjust as necessary. i use a variety of psds. all icons, edits, etc. are made by me. do not steal them.

TRIGGERS. triggering content will be tagged as “[trigger] tw." i tag common triggers and the ones you'll find on this blog (list below), but if you have something specific you need to be tagged, please im me about it or make note of it in my interest checker. triggers present based on my muse will be: murder, death, child abuse, homelessness, neglect, suicide, war, and physical assault. please tag political discourse, current events, and sexual nsfw content.

NSFW/SHIPPING. i love shipping! i much prefer to discuss romantic ships before getting into things. if you ship it, let me know! i'm probably down! i'm also a big fan of all sorts of dynamics! give me friendships, give me enemies, give me found family. there may be some nsfw topics mentioned, but it will never be written as it makes me uncomfortable.

WARNINGS. triggers will be tagged as: "[trigger] tw". there will be dark subjects featured on this blog such as child and marital abuse, mental illness, some horror themes ( think stranger things ). i make an effort to tag everything. if you need anything else tagged, let me know! please tag nsfw posts, current events, and political discourse.

FINAL. i'm darcy (she/her; 18+). i'm a full time student and work part-time. i am here to have fun and make connections with people! please don’t be afraid to reach out if we are mutuals! i absolutely love rambling about our muses/plots! it's one of the best parts of this hobby for me. discord is available upon request for mutuals. i'm much more active over there and easier to reach!

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SYLVIE ST. JAMES, an original character set in the 1930s.

general.

name.     sylvie faye st. james. nicknames/known as.     vivi or vivi faye, by her sister. age and date of birth.     nineteen. may 17, 1913. gender and pronouns.     cisfemale (she/her). sexuality.     bisexual (heavily closeted). status.     single.

background.

family.     silas ambrose st. james (father; comes in and out of their lives but they adore him), enid st. james (mother; estranged), gwenllian jane "gwennie" st. james (sister; alive). significant other.     none. place of birth.     landow, tennesse. education.     seventh grade education. occupation.     violinist. religion.     believes in god and a higher power, but doesn't consider herself to be a part of any specific organized religion.

appearance.

hair.     straight blonde hair that goes slightly further than her mid-back. eye color.     blue. skin tone.     fair and tans easily. height.     5'5"  weight.     113lbs faceclaim.    kristen dunst.

personality.

traits.     enthusiastic, easily bored, unfocused, doesn't plan long-term, positive, original. mbti.     esfp. enneagram.     tba. moral alignment.     chaotic girl. mental.     episodic depression.

history.

during prohibition, sylvie's daddy made quite a name for himself. her childhood was spent lavishly. they lived like old money, drove cars like the ones the president rode in and sylvie was given violin lessons by the most prestigious teachers. their mansion was beautiful. the war was over and everything was bright for the st. james family.

the depression took everything from them. the patriarch of their family assumed when the banks closed down that they would be fine. he couldn't have been more wrong. his wife left him with two motherless girls. the staff was fired. the bills piled. their dream home began crumbling.

as a teenager, sylvie had to take things into her own hands. she could sing and dance and play the violin. gwennie wasn't all that bad at the guitar and her voice sounded like butterfly milk. they began working at shows. when they weren't working, sylvie was entertaining the folks in town, pretending as if they hadn't lost everything.

their father comes in and out of their lives. sylvie and her sister still adore him, despite his disappearances. these began when sylvie was seventeen. when their father comes home, they play like little girls again.

when the weather is right, sylvie and gwennie sleep outside. their backyard is home to a dry swimming pool so they climb up a nearby hill to sleep under the stars. all of their furniture is gone. most of their belongings, too. they don't have enough for gas. since their father bought the house, the government and the banks have let it be. each night, sylvie runs a hand through her little sister's hair and wonders just how they're going to get through tomorrow.

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ELLEN MARIE TRUMAN, an original character set in the 1950s.

general.

name.     ellen marie truman. nicknames/known as.     ellen marie. age and date of birth.     18-24+. may twenty-fifth, 1936. gender and pronouns.     cisfemale (she/her). sexuality.     demisexual. status.     single.

background.

family.     glenn crawford truman (father; whereabouts unknown), barbara perkins truman (mother; alive), earl philip truman (brother; older by fifteen years, deceased), bailey truman whitley (sister; older by thirteen years; alive), sally dean truman (sister; older by eleven years; deceased), jane olga truman (sister; older by eight years; deceased), jackie truman (sister; older by seven years;  missing, presumed dead). significant other. none. place of birth.     lower east side of manhatten. education.     dropped out of high school to pursue modeling. occupation.     model. religion.     non-practicing.

appearance.

hair.     blonde, her curls are clipped into a fashionable fifties style. eye color.     blue. skin tone.     fair. height.     5'10"  weight.     110lbs faceclaim.     michelle williams.

personality.

traits.     cheerful, perky, optimistic, passionate, altruistic, charismatic, overwhelms herself, easily taken advantage of, overly empathetic. mbti.     enfj. enneagram.     tba. moral alignment.     neutral good. mental.     surprisingly good considering her circumstances, however, it is after her career takes off that it starts to deteriorate.

history.

her parents got married before they had finished high school due to a prom night pregnancy. however, their son was far from resented. the moment he was born, they doted on him. he was athletic and a perfect student.

ellen marie was a surprise child and is seven years younger than her sister, jackie, who is the closest in age to her.

her older sister, bailey got pregnant as a teenager. ellen marie doesn’t personally remember much more than how much her father drank that night. her ma marched bailey and her baby daddy to the courthouse to get married. bailey and her family lived in their cramped apartment for a few months. she had an argument with their ma and left with her husband and baby.

what happened with bailey was only the beginning of everything going down hill. her older sister, sally passed away in her sleep after succumbing to an illness. her brother, earl volunteered for the airforce when world war two began. when ellen marie was six, he had been shot down by enemy planes and killed. earl’s death shook her family on their fragile foundation. ellen marie’s pa wanted to go off to germany or japan, too. he wanted to die the same way his son had, but her ma wouldn’t let him. they still had two little girls at home.

ellen marie’s sister, jackie ran away at the age of fifteen. the authorities figured she wanted to catch a train to bailey’s house and hide out there. they never found jackie.

that was when her pa left for good. ellen marie was only seven years old, but she had lost of all her siblings and now her father. her ma didn’t take it well. she began drinking and had to beg bailey for money.

while everything was falling apart in ellen marie’s life, she began to dream up new ones. she began writing them down on the back of her homework. her teachers noticed and told her mother, but her ma didn’t care too much for stories.

in middle school, her dream became to be a children’s book author. she entered contests and won them.

by the time she was seventeen, ellen marie had truly grown into her looks. she was beautiful. the perfect silhouette for a fashion model. without telling her daughter anything, her ma had began to make friends with those in the modeling industry. they began to come over and secretly lined up appointments for her.

one day, her ma sat her down and told her she had a photoshoot the next day. ellen marie knew the choice was to go willingly or be dragged down to the studio by the ear. so she went.

seemingly overnight, she was not just a high school student writing stories anymire. she had an agent, a photoshoot nearly every week and limited free time. her ma was happy though. she didn’t drink as much. all of their problems had been solved which was good. ellen marie put on a smile, but on the inside she missed her stories and friends and english teachers.

her ma moved them out of their neighborhood and had a fancy apartment for them. ellen marie began to be visited by speech pathologists so she would sound more upper-class.

ellen marie didn’t get to grow up to be a children’s book author. she hated the modeling and the fame she was earning, but her mother was happy. she tried to convince herself that’s all she really wants, but ellen marie misses her stories.