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thcgirlsclub · 14 days ago

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˘ 。 𝐃𝐎𝐂 : valley , noelle . . . access granted .

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𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂 :

* full name , noelle elizabeth valley nee von doren . nickname(s) , elle ( by those closest to her ) . age , thirty four years old . date of birth , august second . place of birth , boston , massachusetts . hometown , neuilly - sur - seine , france . current residence , wicklow ridge , vermont . nationality , french / american citizenship . languages , french ( fluent ) , english ( fluent ). gender , cis woman . pronouns , she / her . orientation , heterosexual / heteromantic . status , married . occupation , marriage and family therapist . positive traits , vivacious , intelligent , congenial , endearing , compassionate . negative traits , passive , hypocritical , self - interested , emotional . labels , the stepford wife , the stepford smiler . zodiac , leo .

* face claim , margot robbie . race , white . ethnicity , french , english , german . hair , naturally brunette but bleaches it blonde , usually down with a slight wave just past her shoulders or up in a well - done bun . eyes , blue , cat - like eyes . height , five foot six inches . voice , slight vocal fry with a more monotone sound , minor french accent that gets stronger whenever she's excited . usual expression , an unwavering smile ( notably known for not reaching her eyes ) . tattoos , none . allergies , bees , lavender .

* biological father , francis von doren .occupation , hotelier and resort owner . biological mother , vivian deville - von doren .occupation , housewife , socialite . brother , utp von doren .occupation , utp . pet(s) , two fluffy ragdoll cats named birk and bella . financial class , upper class : generational wealth . notable family members , jean - claude deville ( great - great grandfather , heir to the deville estates ) , william von doren ( great - great grandfather , founder of von doren hotels & resorts ) , samantha von doren - martin ( cousin , american politician ) .

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 : background . . . access granted .

the von doren's , a family rooted in prestige across new england --- estate tycoons , a pension for excess , a reputation of excellence . francis and vivian were loving parents : giving and present or was it manipulative and overbearing ?

a fear of disapproval and judgement from other's , it's ingrained at a young age . some call it trauma , you call it a familial curse ... stepford smiles , fear of imperfection , spirit crushing expectations , conditional love . to be the best meant to receive the best ... this was your foundation : your legacy .

women are to be seen , appreciated even but never too vocal , too loud , your mother tells you early on . be a mannequin , noelle , never take a single step out of line . and you never did . the perfect daughter . trotted out for all too see how well francis and vivian had raised their only daughter . soon your only worth lays in the superficial : what you have to offer , what you can do to make other's feel better . your cup always left empty as you fill everyone else's around you .

life becomes a valley of landmines made solely to see if you'll falter , if you'll disappoint . you don't . determined to be everything you've been taught to be . convinced your happiness is found within other's , so much so , you begin to believe it . your smile brighter , more infectious , yet it never reaches your eyes . darling , even a stranger willing to look just an inch past the surface can see how unhappy you are . yet , you fool the lot of them and perhaps that's where you find your joy ?

valedictorian . miss congeniality . a true beauty queen , it's sickening ... what more could you do to exude perfection . never enough , though . another goal always set in succession . exhaustion decays in your core , yet you remain pure and bright as ever . foundation remains unshaken , for now .

a decade passes , conneticut greens surround a well deserved estate bought from hard work ( generational wealth ) . in the distance you can hear a woman crying . muffled by shower droplets so no one endures your pain , you smile even bigger in public now , so no one asks questions . yet they still come : what are you waiting for ? you'd make an unbelievable mother ... if only it were that easy . overtime it sounds less like a compliment , more like a threat . you run away , husband in tow like a ball - and - chain you can't let free : but who is the ball and who is the chain , really ?

the veil , a lifetime facade , finally dissolving as you stare into the mirror . no true accolades that make you feel whole . no true impact on the world around you . a lifetime concerned with some legacy has rendered you forgettable . a change must be made , will be made . a new environment , a new approach leads somewhere : a purpose . to help , to feel needed . it's not what's expected of you , not what those presumed to be in your corner care to see but it's for you --- selfish , for the first time in your life . it feels good .

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 : miscelaneous . . . access granted .

was born in boston , massachusetts where her and her family lived for the first five years of her life before moving just outside paris , france for one of her father's business ventures . while they vacationed in new england she hadn't returned to the states until college --- where she attended conneticut college and later yale univeristy for her masters in clinical mental health counseling .

growing up she was pushed to do anything that made her seem more alurring as a woman and inevitably that led her into the pageant world , at age 21 she became miss france and competed in miss world where she came in third place . no one had any inkling she was phased even slightly by the loss but one of her biggest kept secrets is she fell into a pretty dark place for a couple years following . although she's kept a foot in the pageant world , it's not lost on anyone that as the years have gone on her presents becomes smaller and smaller .

an incredible baker . noelle is known to be incredibly neighborly , a home packed box of goodie's with personalized notes made once a week for those she deems to need a little pick me up and whenever she has some extra she tens to drop some off to the fire station or at different wards in the family clinic .

you can often find her either at the everwood cafe or out to brunch during her free time with her friend group . despite only living in wicklow ridge for a year , she is very front facing and has really engulfed herself in the community .

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goldjoined · 16 days ago

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mio imada. cis female. she/her … now playing: you’ll be in my heart by niki — oh , that ? might be emma hagane , a thirty - one year old registered nurse at wicklow ridge family clinic who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for thirty - one years , just long enough to stir up some trouble if you ask me. they’re a regular at the bat cave , always going on about “wanting to be someone else is a waste of who you are” like it’s gospel. around town , folks say they’re altruistic & resilient — but when they think no one’s listening ? it’s more like over-protective & self-sacrificing. are the rumors true ? maybe not … but it sure makes life around here a little more interesting.

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cocosugars · 16 days ago

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★ ˖ ⊹ 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 ⌕ . . . 𝖻𝗈𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾_𝗄𝗐𝗈𝗇 ! for #wicklowridge 𝐞𝐬𝐭. 2025

★ ‧₊˚ ⋆ lee dahee. cis woman. she/her … now playing: genie by snsd — oh , that ? might be bonnie kwon , a thirty nine year old public relations manager for the boston yellowjackets nhl team who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for two weeks , just long enough to stir up some trouble if you ask me. they’re a regular at everwood cafe , always going on about “ i don’t have beef with anyone. i have charcuterie , it’s classier .” like it’s gospel. around town , folks say they’re candid & affable — but when they think no one’s listening ? it’s more like irksome & brazen. are the rumors true ? maybe not … but it sure makes life around here a little more interesting.

[ ✿ ] 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 . . . . 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀.

﹟ 𝗯𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

full name: bonnie kwon.

nickname(s): bon, bon-bon.

age: thirty nine.

date of birth: march twenty third.

place of birth: beverly hills, california.

ethnicity: korean.

nationality: american.

gender: cis woman.

pronouns: her, she.

occupation, current: public relations manager for the boston yellowjackets ( nhl team ).

occupation, previous: -

﹟ 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀.

mother: victoria kwon.

father: hyung-sik “ hank ” kwon.

siblings: william & jameson kwon.

spouse / partner: none, single.

children: none.

pets: none.

﹟ 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲.

face claim: lee da hee.

hair color: black.

eye color: brown

height: five foot five.

tattoos: tribal butterfly, “tramp stamp”

piercings: four on each earlobe.

[ ✿ ] 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 . . . . 𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀.

cashmere trench coats , oversized sunglasses , and silk blouses she never spills coffee on. cherry red lipstick like armor. diamond stud earrings sharp enough to draw blood. always has a pen , a charger , and a crisis plan in her bag — plus a mini perfume that smells like clean linen. phone pressed to her ear , heels clicking across concrete , muttering “ god , i need a raise ” for the third time this hour. glances that cut like scalpels. smiles that lie on command. business - class boarding passes. luxe hotel robes. ice cubes clinking in whiskey glasses she never finishes. her notes app ? ruins careers. her calendar ? color-coded chaos. her vibe ? “ i am the adult supervision. ” a penchant for stuffed animals , the team gifts her one every year on her birthday and christmas.

[ ✿ ] 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 . . . . 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆.

bonnie is the eye of the storm — centered , calculating , and always watching. witty and whip smart , with a mean girl edge sharpened by reality , not cruelty. she’s calm in chaos , which is why the team listens when she speaks. ( well — most of them. ) cynically optimistic : she expects everything to go wrong , but still hopes it won’t. doesn’t suffer fools , and rarely gives second chances — but when she does , it means something. fiercely loyal. brutally honest. kind , in that way that makes you wonder if you imagined it later. everyone on the team’s afraid of her in that please fix my life , bonnie kind of way. can fake sincerity , but only when it matters. with people she loves ? it’s real. and it’s rare.

[ ✿ ] 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 . . . . 𝗯𝗶𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝘆.

bonnie kwon never meant to end up in boston , let alone babysitting a team of six foot something hockey players with more concussions than common sense. but fate — or more accurately , one flaming pr disaster involving a rival team’s goalie and a jet ski — had other plans.

born in los angeles to a high profile immigration attorney and a classically trained pianist , bonnie grew up with a tight laced smile and even tighter expectations. her parents believed in appearances , in achievement , in sitting still and looking pretty while your brother saved lives and won awards. bonnie ? she believed in making noise. so she packed her bags , left the 90-degree decembers behind , and headed east to nyu , where she majored in communications and perfected the art of commanding a room with just a glance.

she got her start in entertainment pr — red carpets , celebrity meltdowns , the usual — but it wasn’t until she switched to sports that she found her rhythm. the stakes were messier , the players louder , and the job ? more addictive than any tabloid scandal. she clawed her way up through minor league baseball and nhl side gigs until the boston yellowjackets came calling , and she’s been riding that storm ever since.

bonnie’s been with the team for nearly a decade now. she knows which players cry after a loss and which ones secretly call their moms before every game. she keeps their secrets , crafts their stories , and puts out fires before they spark. she’s not just the pr manager — she’s the handler , the fixer , the unsung mvp in heels.

people think she’s cold. too polished. too put together. but bonnie’s got more heart than she lets on , and more history than she likes to admit — especially when it comes to the yellowjackets. she’s been cleaning up after most of them since they were rookies , and somewhere along the way , it stopped feeling like just a job.

they argue. they push each other’s buttons. but if anyone else came for her team , she’d burn the whole league down. that’s the thing about bonnie : she’ll go to war for the people she chooses. just don’t ask her to say it out loud.

now , with the team forced into a “ mandatory bonding trip ” at some cabin in the middle of wicklow , bonnie’s reluctantly along for the ride. not because she wants to be. but because she’s “ basically family , ” and let’s be real — she’d throw a fit if she wasn’t invited.

and yes , she packed her laptop. yes , she’s already mapped out the wifi dead zones. and yes — she’s still taking work calls from the porch , matcha in hand , sunglasses on , absolutely done with everyone by 8 am.

but she’ll stay. because at the end of the day , the yellowjackets are her team. and bonnie kwon never leaves a story unfinished.

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overkil · 16 days ago

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★ ‧₊˚ ⋆ anna sawai. cis woman. she/her … now playing: hearing damage by thom yorke — oh , that ? might be mio mitsuhara , a thirty six year old cryptid blogger / podcaster who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for her entire life (on and off) , just long enough to stir up some trouble if you ask me. they’re a regular at the old willow trail , always going on about “can i get a quote on your paranormal experiences so far?” like it’s gospel. around town , folks say they’re eccentric & fervid — but when they think no one’s listening ? it’s more like uncompromising & generally off putting. are the rumors true ? maybe not … but it sure makes life around here a little more interesting.

pinterest, playlist.

ON AIR.

name. mio mitsuhara. nickname(s). nicknamed mimi in childhood, completely despises it. age. thirty six. birthday. april 4th. zodiac. aries ( western ), snake ( eastern ). birthplace. burlington, vermont. gender & pronouns. cis woman & she/her. orientation. bisexual biromantic. spoken languages. english (fluent, native), japanese (semi-fluent). education. master's degree in journalism. occupation. cryptid blogger/podcaster.

mother. keiko mitsuhara, japan-native, corporate lawyer, deceased. father. ????, japan-native, ????, ???? siblings. only child as far as she knows, unknown on father's side. pets. two serama chickens, one hen (biscuit) and one rooster (gravy).

height. 5'1. hair. dark brown in the light, black to the eye without direct sunlight. straight, usually worn down, occasionally braided when it starts to bother her. eyes. dark brown. piercing(s). both lobes pierced as a child. tattoo(s). has always wanted one and has always been too scared to get one. scar(s). faded appendectomy scar, left hand and wrist burned from a cooking accident in college. voice. here. wardrobe. as temperamental and unknowable as she is : her wardrobe has everything from business casual skirts and blazers to graphic tees and baggy pants. it all depends on what she feels like wearing that day... or, more accurately, what the first thing she grabs from her closet ends up being. scent. an earthen, grassy scent sticks to her skin from how often she finds herself outside. otherwise, she drenches herself in lavender.

temperament. choleric. alignment. true neutral. physical conditions. wolff-parkinson-white syndrome, von willebrand's disease. neurological conditions. depression, untreated. emotional stability. non-existent. there's never a moment when mio is stable or in control of her emotions, even if she pretends to be. sociability. ambivert. drug use. prescriptions, but otherwise depends on how willing she is to make a bad decision that day. alcohol use. recreationally.

character inspiration. cristina yang ( grey's anatomy ), ellen hutter ( nosferatu ), madeline usher ( the fall of the house of usher ), lady jessica ( dune ), kat stratford ( 10 things i hate about you ). literary inspiration. wuthering heights / emily brontë, untamed shore / silvia moreno-garcia, isabel cañas, julia armfield, mariana enríquez, yiyun li, the late americans / brandon taylor, the lamb / lucy rose

BACKSTAGE.

tw. illness, parental death

your birth is a complication. they'd warned your mother for months now that you'd be a risk, but she wanted you, and she was determined to see you through to the end. the story begins with your birth because whatever came before it, the love story ( or lack thereof ) between your parents, whatever separated them after their move to the united states but before you were born, the way she worked herself half to death finishing her jd with you growing inside her, none of that is ever anything your mother spoke about. you'd had to force pieces out of it throughout the years. but, anyway, the birth : you come out alive and breathing, but your mother almost dies. when she doesn't, the doctors say it's a miracle both of you made it. maybe that's why you two were so close. two miracles bonded together.

your mother moves you both to wicklow ridge when you're six months old. she's a busy woman, working her way up the ranks of the law firm she works for, dreams of opening her own firm and providing everything her daughter could need fueling her. still, it meant late nights and being raised by babysitters a lot of the time. you learn to be independent from a young age, but you don't hold it against your mother, because watching her succeed, all you want to do is the same.

as a child, you are regularly ill. your immune system isn't the best, and your diagnosed illnesses, while neither fatal, don't help the situation. you grow to work with your body, recognize the signs and what it needs, do your best to avoid falling bedridden. you put your energy into your health and your schooling, graduating a year early. originally in a pre-law track, you discover a love for journalism in your first semester after working for your university's paper and switch majors. you're an excellent student : you have a job lined up before you've even graduated, moving to new york to work for a big news station.

you work yourself to the bone from job to job until you're granted your own radio show. you grow a following, you're beloved, and you fall in love. within a year, you're engaged. everything falls into place perfectly.

until : the news comes. your mother's passed, unexpectedly. until : struck with grief and overworked, you snap at the wrong person at the wrong time, getting yourself fired and blacklisted. until : the love of your life calls off the engagement.

no one expects their life to fall apart as they're on the cusp of their thirties. you move back to wicklow, occupying the home that used to belong to your mother. you go independent, a dumb little podcast and blog about local cryptids that the tourists and even old fans love, despite it being so different from your old body of work. you tell yourself all of this is temporary, only until you get back on your feet, but as the years pass, you start to wonder if this is all you'll ever be for the rest of your life.

DEAD AIR.

part hard ass, part strange little freak that asks you about your thoughts on mothman for no reason. mio finds herself becoming a walking contradiction : she wants to stay away from people, but she also wants to be in everyone's business. it's the journalist in her ! she's a creature of stubborn passion and biting sarcasm, bitter coffee in human form. natural leader, hates following. intelligent and observative and isn't afraid to show it, but also makes bad decisions, and often purposefully. after the mess she's made of her life, she seeks danger and bad decisions, wanting to inflict more suffering on herself just so she has an excuse not to feel better. would rather die than open up to anyone. in short : girl, find a therapist ! not quite a nurturer, and difficult to get close to. but once you do, you'll find that mio is loyal like a dog, one of the greatest friends you'll ever have. she lives by do as i say, not as i do. willing and able to get physical if she needs to, but her greatest weapon is that tongue and the cruel words it can spit. the kind of person that acts grumpy but is the first to help without being asked.

AD BREAK.

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY. her old fiancé, who left her during the lowest time of her life. they were something of a power couple, either both in media or in their respective career paths. but they weren't together just because of that : in mio's eyes, whatever they had was real. it's the closest to love she'd ever gotten. reasons why they left are utp, but they never gave her a true reason : just said they couldn't do this anymore, that she was too much, and gave their ring back. it's been haunting her ever since, and she came to wicklow to escape them. seeing them again is not in the plans. ( open to any gender, but i will kiss u if u take this with a fem muse )

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND. and probably still her best friend. clicked as kids and have been together ever since, distance not separating them an inch. the only person who knows absolutely everything about mio, and one of the only people she'd ever willingly open up to.

FAMILY FRIENDS / FRIENDS OF HER MOTHER. i imagine keiko was a fixture in wicklow, someone who was very involved in the community, and mio... is the opposite. but people remember her mother kindly, and maybe some of those people are still offering olive branches to mio because of it. wld love to see someone who thinks of her as an honorary daughter, and her hating it <3

OLD RIVAL. self-explanatory. someone who was her biggest rival, either in school or just in general. i think it'd be fun if they kicked up their rivalry again, just looking for reasons to get under each other's skin. very much "they allegedly hate each other but they also know each other better than anyone" vibes.

ANYTHING ELSE. friends, exes, hookups, bad influences, ppl she's desperately trying to be a good influence to despite her being terrible, fans of her show, haters of her show, enemies, one-sided affections, quite literally anything that comes to ur beautiful mind <3

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f0xtrots · 17 days ago

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¹ ✱ 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽' 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚄𝚂 . 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙰 𝙻𝙾𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝙶𝚄𝙽 ... 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃 , 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝚄𝙽 . ◞

★ ‧₊˚ ⋆ barry sloane. cis man. he/him … now playing: white horse by chris stapleton — oh , that ? might be cooper riley , an forty three year old professional hockey player ( boston yellowjackets center , captain ) who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for two weeks , just long enough to stir up some trouble if you ask me. they’re a regular at old willow trail , always going on about “ careful , love , lookin' at me like that? it'll get you into trouble you'll beg me to finish. ” like it’s gospel. around town , folks say they’re charming & magnetic — but when they think no one’s listening ? it’s more like foolhardy & arrogant. are the rumors true ? maybe not … but it sure makes life around here a little more interesting.

𝐈. ⠀ 𝙰𝚃 𝙰 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 ⠀ [ … ]

full name. cooper riley nicknames. bear, bear-bear age. forty3 date of birth. may fourth place of birth. moss side manchester uk ethnicity. white nationality. british-american gender. cis man pronouns. his/him occupation. hockey player ( captain of the boston yellowjackets )

mother. vanessa riley father. edward riley siblings. mavis & jack riley spouse. lol children. bigger lol pets. cat named eggy

fc. barry sloane build. solid and broad-shouldered, narrow waist height. 6’4”, towering over most people. hair. dark brown, streaked with silver at the temples. it’s usually kept neat but not overly styled. eyes. a steely gray, sharp and observant, but softer when he lets his guard down. facial hair. a neatly trimmed beard that accentuates his rugged appearance.

style. dresses practically — dark jeans, work boots, and flannels or henleys layered under a leather or canvas jacket. he prefers function over fashion tattoos. a few understated ones. scars. faint lines across his knuckles and a jagged scar along his ribs.

𝐈𝐈. ⠀ 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 ⠀ [ ... ]

cooper riley is a man caught between contradictions , equal parts sharp edge and soft underbelly. “ bear ,” as his family calls him, might as well be shorthand for the way he moves through the world — gruff , heavy-footed , but fiercely protective. he’ll tell you outright he’s no hero, though the trail of people he’s quietly helped might suggest otherwise. ask him how he’s doing, and you’ll probably get a shrug or a quick quip , something to steer the conversation away from himself. he’s good at deflection , better at evasion , but stick around long enough , and you’ll catch glimpses of something deeper. something kinder.

he wears his guilt like a second skin, though he hides it behind a wall of sarcasm and scowls. cracking a joke at his own expense ? easier than confronting the fact he’s still haunted by mistakes he can’t undo. his humor is dry , sharp as a razor , but never malicious — unless you’ve earned it. cooper’s the kind of guy who’ll fix your broken radiator without asking, but don’t expect him to stick around for a thank you. he doesn’t know what to do with praise ; it fits about as well as a shirt two sizes too small.

he’s a fixer , through and through. cars , tools , people — he likes his hands busy , likes the satisfaction of taking something broken and making it whole again. but for all his skill , he struggles with the one thing he can’t fix: himself. he's stubborn as hell, too , always convinced his way is the right way , even when it’s not. if he’s ever wrong , don’t expect him to admit it anytime soon.

cooper’s heart , though , is bigger than he lets on. he’ll grumble about helping someone but still show up , shovel in hand , before you even finish asking. it’s the little things that give him away — a carefully packed lunch for his mom , a hand on your shoulder when you need it most , or the way he always makes sure the porch light is on before you get home. despite his best efforts to seem aloof , cooper feels deeply. and while he might not say the words , you’ll know you’re cared for in the way he sticks around when it matters most.

cooper the kind of man who loves the chase more than the catch. he flirts like it’s second nature — effortless , playful , and always with that sharp glint of mischief in his eye. he’s the type to charm a woman with a well-timed smirk , a dry joke , or a slow drag of a cigarette between rough fingers. there’s an ease to him, a devil-may-care swagger that makes it seem like he’s the kind of man who could fall in love a hundred times over. but he never does. because at the end of the day, it's all empty.

women came and went , none of them staying long enough to be anything more than a warm distraction. he never made promises he didn’t intend to keep , never whispered words of forever. his affections were fleeting, his hands always quick to unbutton a blouse but never to hold onto something real. it wasn’t commitment he feared — he simply knew that nothing would ever compare. so why pretend ? cooper drifted through affairs like a man chasing a ghost, always seeking but never finding, always craving but never truly satisfied. he was reckless with his own heart and careless with others’ , not out of cruelty , but because deep down , he believed he had nothing left to give.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. ⠀ 𝙳𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚁 ⠀ [ ... ]

some shithole in manchester — that’s what cooper riley would tell you if you asked where his damn accent was from. moss side , to be exact. a place where the air reeked of factory fumes and short fuses. his dad , edward , was a ghost in his own house — clocked in , clocked out, and only showed signs of life when he was pissed off. his mom , vanessa , though ? she was the heartbeat. a cocktail of tough love and sleepless nights , holding her family together on nothing but sheer willpower and burnt - out cigarettes.

cooper was the eldest — “ man of the house ” by the time he was old enough to ride a bike. that meant guarding his siblings from flying tempers , learning how to cook pasta three different ways , and figuring out how to throw a punch when necessary. when he was sixteen , vanessa scraped together just enough to get them out — two suitcases , four plane tickets , and a borrowed dream. they landed in a working class town in upstate new york , far from manchester , far from edward , but not far enough from the past.

vanessa took up shifts at a local divebar with sticky floors and regulars who never tipped. cooper hated the place , hated the fake smiles she wore for strangers who called her “darlin’” and stared too long. but it was steady work , and it kept them fed.

school was hell. cooper was the “ british kid , ” the one with a chip on his shoulder and fists he didn’t mind using. but he had something else too — speed on the ice. grace , even. he picked up a hockey stick like he was born with it in his hands. the local high school coach saw it right away. so did the scouts.

by graduation , cooper was already being whispered about. raw talent. a little rough around the edges , but promising. he got recruited into the nhl at eighteen — a winger with a mean streak and a slapshot that could take your teeth out. over the years , he bounced around a few teams , known for being good in the locker room , better on the ice , and terrible at letting people in.

at twenty nine , the boston yellowjackets picked him up in a trade no one saw coming. within the year , he was named captain. hasn’t let go of the “ c ” since.

to the public , cooper riley is the face of the franchise — sharp jaw , sharper wit , and a highlight reel that gets better every season. but behind the post game interviews and the smirks is a guy who still flinches at raised voices and hasn’t called his mum in weeks , mostly because he doesn’t know what he’d say. milport — the sleepy town in scotland where she lives now — keeps tugging at him. so does the guilt. he visits sometimes. quietly. never long enough.

and now ? he’s in wicklow , of all places. coach decided the team needed “ time in nature ” to recalibrate during the off-season. said they were playing like a group of mercenaries , not brothers. so here they are — the whole damn team crammed into an airbnb , doing trust exercises , hiking trails cooper didn’t ask for , and eating granola like it’s a food group.

cooper’s not a nature guy. bugs annoy him , the sun’s too hot , and he doesn’t understand why the nearest coffee shop closes at 3 p.m. but he’s trying. kind of. he joins the hikes , grumbles through the group meals , lets the rookies rib him about being the “ grumpy old captain .” some of the guys are growing on him. others still treat him like a statue in a museum — something to admire , but not get too close to. he can’t decide which is worse.

there’s a quiet here that he doesn’t quite trust. the kind that lets your mind wander into places you’ve been trying to avoid. old wounds. bad decisions. people you miss but won’t admit to. still , there’s a piece of him that likes waking up to birds instead of sirens. that likes the way the mountains catch the sunrise. that wonders, just for a second , what it might be like to stop running.

he won’t say that out loud , though.

because at the end of the day , cooper riley is still that kid from moss side. too proud to ask for help , too guilty to sit still , and just trying to keep his head above water — whether it’s in manchester , boston , or some sleepy mountain town with too many pine trees and not enough decent whiskey.

but there’s a storm brewing — not in the mountains , but back in boston. the media’s circling. they’ve been calling him “ veteran captain ” for a couple seasons now , but lately it’s edged toward something colder: “ outdated , ” “ slowing down , ” “ ready to pass the torch. ” the whispers are louder this year. analysts picking apart his stats. headlines wondering who the next captain should be. one article straight up asked if cooper riley was holding the team back.

he doesn’t talk about it. not to coach , not to the boys , not even to himself. but it sits there — in the back of his mind , in the stiffness of his knees after a skate , in the way some of the younger players look at him like he’s already halfway to retirement.

wicklow was supposed to be a break. a reset. but the quiet here doesn’t drown things out — it amplifies them. every crack in his armor feels louder. he still leads the team runs , still pushes the rookies in scrimmage drills , still shows up first and leaves last. but the fire’s burning different now. less rage , more reflection. he’s not just thinking about the next season anymore. he’s thinking about the end of it. and what comes after.

no one tells you how to stop being the guy.

so yeah , he’s here. trying. sort of. and maybe , just maybe , he’s starting to realize that letting go doesn’t mean giving up. it might mean making space — for something new , for someone else , for himself.

#wicklow:intro #brother eugh

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★ ‧₊˚ ⋆ jessica chastain. cis woman. she/her … now playing: girls against god by florence + the machine — oh , that ? might be helena flores sauer , a forty - seven year old finance officer at town hall who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for around thirty two years , just long enough to stir up some trouble if you ask me. they’re a regular at everwood café , always going on about “you want a better story. who wouldn’t?” like it’s gospel. around town , folks say they’re clever & tenacious — but when they think no one’s listening ? it’s more like untrusting & merciless. are the rumors true ? maybe not … but it sure makes life around here a little more interesting.

— ❤️‍🩹 — pinterest, musings, starters.

known connections ( so far! aka, ones people around town might know ) emilio "milo" flores, ex husband. maisie flores, daughter (15). orientation, availability bisexual & not actively looking for anything. she's rather burnt out on all things romance. prominent traits clever, resentful, tenacious, untrusting, logical, merciless, gutsy, calculating, unfazed, attentive, stubborn, poised, bold. twinnies, kinnies, etc wendy byrde ( ozark ), nancy wheeler ( stranger things ), katniss everdeen ( thg ), gerri kellman ( succession ), naomi lapaglia ( the wolf of wall street ), honey best ( the incredibles ), sasha williams ( the walking dead ), the angriest dog in the world by david lynch, mama bears, the warm and quiet glow of the rising sun, stray cats with sharp claws, and the dull ache of a lingering bruise.

helena's story doesn't have a pleasant start. her father was a hateful, selfish, abrasive son of a bitch. her mother was checked out of life, resigned to taking the path of least resistance, and intent on making sure helly chose it, too. it didn't stick, of course. helena was a ball of fire: full of life, energy, and a dogged determination to fight.

her childhood is marked by screaming matches, slammed doors, and going it alone. there isn't anything anyone can tell her that she hasn't already heard before; nothing anyone can do that will scare her. it made her strong, a hyper - independent and bold woman, but it also made her deeply resentful. if they were her parents, why couldn't they be her parents? why did she, the child, have to be the strong one?

unsurprisingly, her father couldn't hold down a job, and he insisted on dragging them from place to place between stints. the constant moving was difficult at first, but her life had always been unstable, and so she eventually grew used to being untethered. in a way, it was kind of freeing ( #copium ). she was a free bird, flying from place to place, doing and being whatever she pleased. she would be gone in a year anyway, so who cared what anyone thought of her? helly marched through this world like she owned it and no one could tell her otherwise.

she was fifteen when they moved to wicklow ridge. loath as she was to admit it, she loved it ( which she hated because she knew that would make moving even worse ). once the first year was up, she was fully ready to hear the news that they'd be leaving again, only for it to never come. they stayed for another year more, and then another, and another still. for once, it seemed the sauer bunch had finally settled.

by the time high school graduation came around, helly was itching to leave. she didn't know what she wanted to do just yet, but she knew she wanted to pursue something stable. she went to a state school and eventually landed on... accounting. yeah. was she expecting that? no. but she liked it well enough — liked anything that would prevent her from living the same life her parents had. she saved her electives to explore things that truly interested her, like photography, history, art, and literature. she practically lived in that library.

helena had been looking for work near her school after graduation when she got a call from her mom saying she was getting a divorce. her mom, who had always bowed her head and gone along with everything her father said. her mom, who had never been on her own before. her mom, who had finally apologized for never taking her side. blindsided, and less resistant to the idea of going back home now that her father was out of the picture, helly tentatively decided she'd return to help her out, see if anyone was hiring in the meantime.

not long after, one fateful trip to the book nook brought emilio flores into her life. part of her would like to be romantic and say the next two decades of her life were a blissful blur, but that would be inaccurate. it wasn't a blur. helena remembers everything with crystal clarity: their exciting start, blissful middle, and explosive end. helena loved being his wife, and she loved being a mother — two things she had always been so terrified of, so sure that they would never be meant for her. she loved him and the life they'd made for themselves up until the cracks grew too large and it all shattered at their feet.

infidelity. helena couldn't believe it. she still can't. it never made sense to her. she was a beautiful, smart, and capable woman. she always put her family first, always supported them in everything they did. she was the mother of his child. for god's sake, she was helena fucking flores sauer. she was not the kind of woman you cheated on. ... or so she once thought.

all too aware that this was not something you came back from, helena promptly called it quits once he confessed. she had been a fool to stay for as long as she had, hopeful to the point of delusion that they would get through this eventually, and she wouldn't continue to put her daughter through that. she couldn't.

their divorce was finalized a year ago, and helena has been living in a haze since then. half of her life, who she thought she was and could be — all of it went down the drain just like that. it's like childhood all over again: being untethered, being angry, being forced to fake it till she makes it. she keeps her head held high for her daughter, for herself, and moves like everything is perfectly fine. like she hasn't failed at this: being a mother, a wife, a woman worth wanting. like she isn't terrified of fucking things up for maisie. like she isn't a bird who trembles atop its perch, the cage door ripped off its hinges. everything is fine. it isn't, and hasn't been for a long time, but she has to pretend like it is. she has to.

personality helena is a free bird. she says what she means, does what she wants, and yields to no one. her mind is always whirling, eyes always seeing more than she lets on. she's purposeful in everything she does — never careless, especially not with others. she can be a teasing little shit or a callous bitch, just depends on you ( but she hates having to be an ice queen, so please don't make her 💔 ). serves mama bear mommy realness and will mother you without meaning to. would sooner eat her own hand than let anyone see her bleed / likes vulnerability in others while hiding her own. born to be a ride or die, forced to master detachment. other tidbits carries herself with the grace of a cat. talks a smidgen low and slow, forcing you to listen good. out-bitches judgy parents on local facebook groups because fuck 'em. applied for the finance officer gig six months ago like thirty minutes before the deadline thinking she wasn't actually going to get it. did indeed get it. has the kind of gaze you can feel. always dolled up and you will never catch her with chipped polish. an amateur photographer who enjoys taking pictures of the people and things she loves. has her daddy's temper. actually likes a good chatterbox and welcomes infodumps. shortie. spoils her daughter because she can. has a wicked sweet tooth. definitely is not repressing all of her emotions regarding her divorce only for them to show in other ways, like weight loss, sleepless nights, and stress.

WANTED CONNECTIONS —

FRIENDS! all of the friends. best friends / girlfriends. friends she lost in the divorce. friends that she did not lose in the divorce but it's different now. high school friends ( she was a social butterfly, but mostly hung out with the ne'er-do-wells ). college friends. unlikely friends. friends who are more like siblings. friends who are reconnecting. friends who drifted apart. new friends / blossoming friendships. people who randomly shared a vulnerable or intimate moment once and they're not really friends but that shit was so #real it kind of feels like they're not not friends.

fellow parents and / or divorcees!

milf enthusiasts wya? 🫦🙏 is she looking for anything? no. but! i think she can have a little treat anyway. maybe. what this would mean or look like is 100% muse and vibe dependent. doesn't even have to be anything fr. could be an almost something. an animal awareness that they haven't acted on. a friendly outing that felt a little more than friendly. something she alleges was a lapse in judgment and will never happen again ( ok ms girl... ). lonely people being a little less lonely together. idk! open to anyone.

mentor / mentee type relationship. maybe your muse is on the younger side and helena acts like a supportive figure to them? be prepared for some tough love, though. honestly, they don't even have to be younger. anyone is welcome to apply. it'd be nice to focus on someone else's problems instead of her own.

someone she always sees around town, whether it's at everwood café, crystal springs, miss glamourpuss, or something like that.

literally anything that comes to mind! i typically say yes to everything tbh. don't be shy! 🫶

#wicklow:intro #a category 5 yap event has just hit the dash 🚨

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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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★ ‧₊˚ ⋆ taylor zakhar perez. cis man. he/him … now playing: homesick by noah kahan — oh , that ? might be cruz barrera, an thirty-three year old professional hockey player ( boston yellowjackets, left wing ) who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for two weeks, just long enough to stir up some trouble if you ask me. they’re a regular at ridgeview lake, always going on about “when you can’t find light, be it” like it’s gospel. around town , folks say they’re gregarious & warm — but when they think no one’s listening ? it’s more like heedless & immature. are the rumors true ? maybe not … but it sure makes life around here a little more interesting.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗦 ;

name : cruz barrera

age : 33

hometown : denver, colorado

occupation : professional hockey player ( boston yellowjackets, left wing )

personality traits : gregarious, warm, heedless, & immature

pronouns : he/him

orientation : bisexual & biromantic

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ 𝗕𝗜𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛𝗬 ;

( tw ; anxiety & tw ; injury )

chaos — chaos wrapped up in a loopy grin, a soft heart, charm, and endless laughter — that's how cruz’s mother would describe him. there’s never silence when he’s around. the youngest of 7 children, cruz learned early on that he had to be noisy in order to not get left behind. but, despite how hard he tried — despite how loud and silly he was as a child, his parents’ focus was on his older, more successful and promising siblings. cruz was seen as nothing more than the immature youngest sibling — he had no true direction, he just loved life and loved people. to his parents, that wasn’t enough. the only place that cruz felt true worth was on the ice rink. and while his parents didn’t take his ‘hobby’ seriously, cruz did. at age nine, cruz began playing for a hockey team. in high school and college, the hockey teams he was a part of were his family. cruz's parents never once came to his games and he learned to lean on his teammates, his brothers by choice. his parents asked questions — why hadn’t he gotten accepted into an ivy league school like his siblings? why did he go to community college? why didn’t he have a steady job? did he really think hockey was going to take him far in life? the questions weighed heavily on cruz who usually paid no mind to pressure and stress.

after college, he got drafted to the colorado avalanche hockey team and for a few years everything was right. while he didn't have the emotional support of his parents, he had a community of brothers and a passion for the game and that was all he needed. but it all came crashing down in his mid-twenties after an injury he received in a game, he tore his MCL and was told he'd likely never play hockey again, even after surgery and physical therapy. cruz grew anxious during his time off of the ice — never leaving the house and hiding away from his family’s ( and society’s ) expectations of him. everything he'd worked for was gone and what did he have to show for it? for a few years he stayed in his home, not daring to venture outside until a close friend intervened and got him back on the ice. slowly, but surely he built back up his strength and it was almost as if he'd never been hurt. he had to catch the eye of another hockey team, it was all he knew in life. after some hard work, he caught the eye of the boston yellowjackets and he never looked back, eager to leave denver in the past.

cruz is chaotic and doesn't think before he acts. he’s sickeningly sweet, loves to be surrounded by others, and always has a grin on his lips, but he has a lot of growing up to do at 33 years.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 ;

ex : cruz had never been happier, until said character left (we can discuss why/how/etc!) and cruz was heartbroken and devastated. he used his heartbreak to motivate him to accomplish something — now he’s a left wing on the boston yellowjackets — and every once and a while he wonders if said character catches him on tv. but now that they’re in the same small town, will they avoid one another, try to reconcile things, or find closure? ( taken by aylan kaplan )

found family : cruz wants to family anywhere he goes, so any

unlikely friend : this boy needs a best friend who will balance his chaos out; perhaps they’re opposites and they just work !

anything else !

#wicklow:intro #* cruz / bio #anxiety cw

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❝ WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME WHEN I'M NO LONGER YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL? WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME WHEN I GOT NOTHING BUT MY ACHING SOUL? ❞

basics

• full name: morgaine cecilia wolfe

• nicknames: cece (only be those closest to her) ; mo (by her younger sister only)

• gender: cis woman

• pronouns: she/her

• age: 43

• date of birth: 11th may 1982

• zodiac sign: taurus

• sexuality: bisexual

• place of birth: wicklow ridge, vt, usa

• nationality: american

• occupation: drama teacher at wicklow ridge high school ; former actress (film, television, and theatre) ; musician (singer and pianist)

• residence: a cosy three bedroom cottage

• aesthetics: old leather books, red wine, grand pianos, annotated scripts, vintage records, champagne, beach sunsets, strong espresso coffee, strawberries with melted chocolate, silk gowns

apperance

• faceclaim: young michelle pfeiffer

• height: 5’ 7”

• build: average ; a little skinny

• eyes: blue

• hair: blonde

• piercings: both earlobes ; right helix

• tattoos: a floral design on her lower left arm

• style:

personality

• positive traits: confident, determined, resourceful, resilient, articulate, hardworking

• negative traits: reserved, stubborn, bitter, people pleaser

• mbti: entp - the debater

• likes: art, literature, sweet foods, upbeat music, the beach, coffee, word-searches, going for walks

• dislikes: extreme temperatures, sexism, getting interrupted, heavy metal music, poor standards, sports

• phobias: entomophobia ; arachnophobia

• hobbies: reading, listening to music, singing & playing the piano, watching films, collecting memorabilia and old books, yoga, visiting galleries & museums

• skills: ambidextrous (but favours her right hand) ; pianist (for 35 years) ; singer (for 35 years)

family & relationships

• mother: madeleine lousia wolfe (née gilbert)

• father: archer christopher wolfe

• siblings: mabel wolfe (younger sister)

• paternal grandmother: beatrice ‘tris’ josephine wolfe (née pennington)

• paternal grandfather: errol edward wolfe

• husband: (see wanted connection)

favourites

• food: anything sweet, especially strawberry flavoured

• drink: floral and fruity gins with tonic or lemonade

• book: ‘the little stranger’ by sarah waters

• film: never ask what her favourite film is unless you want an in-depth verbal essay about her top five films and then want to listen to her go back and forth trying to rank them

• tv show: slow horses

• musical artist: florence and the machine

• music genres: anything classical ; film scores ; alternative ; pop

• time of the day: evening

• weather: dry and warm

• colours: red ; gold

wanted connections

— husband: morgaine and her husband met in los angeles (whether he was also in the film industry or whether he was just living there is utp) when she was thirty and formed an instant connection. they have now been together for a number of years and their relationship has never faltered. until the allegations came out that she was a serial cheater: baseless rumours started by her most notorious rival and her closest friends, but rumours that quickly gained traction in the media and because of that they got completely out of hand. morgaine’s friends and co-stars and just about everybody she knew talked about it behind her back and would whisper the version of the story they heard whilst she walked into a room. this took a toll on her husband, didn’t believe the rumours, but the more he heard the more his world turned upside down. morgaine realised all the merciless gossip had turned everybody she cherished against her and couldn’t believe her nearest and dearest bought into everything. surely they knew her better than that… and after some time she knew her husband couldn’t carry on, but he was the light of her life and a divorce was the one thing that would completely break her. eventually they decided the best thing to was move back to morgaine’s hometown where they could live in peace. anything else, including details of how they met, etc., can be discussed! (side note: his surname wouldn’t be wolfe unless you decide he took her name when they got married, otherwise morgaine would have his surname as part of her legal name). fc suggestions: michiel huisman, bradley cooper, raul esparza, gong yoo, alexander skarsgaard, martin henderson, chiwetel ejiofor, alfonso herrera, octavio hinojosa, jesse williams, john cho

— younger sister: morgaine’s little sister (name utp, but like something that’s unusual- her surname would be wolfe if she isn’t married) has always lived in wicklow ridge and is morgaine’s best friend and biggest supporter. growing up, she was the only one that truly believed her sister was going to make it big and would help her practice lines from shakespeare soliloquies and lines from their favourite films. they have always been close and the sister was always there for morgaine, even when her life was falling apart and despite the distance. both were thrilled to be near each other again when morgaine and her husband moved back to wicklow ridge and now they spend a lot of time together, usually book shopping, hanging out in nature together, or grabbing a drink. fc suggestions: caitlin fitzgerald, rebecca ferguson

— close friends: morgaine needs people she can trust, rely on, and have a good laugh with. they can be of any occupation and preferably close to her in age, but she’s pretty sociable and doesn’t mind knowing people of any age. she could have also known them from childhood as she lived in wicklow ridge from birth up until she was eighteen. open to pretty much anyone!

bio

— morgaine was born at 5:16pm on 11th may 1982 to archer wolfe, an actor, and his wife madeleine, a professional dancer, in new york city. she has one younger sister. her paternal grandfather, errol edward wolfe, was a legendary stage actor during the 1940s and was the one to inspire morgaine to follow in his footsteps.

— her mother, madeleine, tried to get morgaine to participate in dance lessons, but was immediately met with resistance; she compromised with her daughter and agreed to let her learn to play the piano and get vocal coaching to learn to sing. morgaine also expressed an interest in acting when learning of her grandfather’s career, but because her father archer had grown up feeling abandoned by him as a young boy he had bad feelings towards the show business industry, blaming it for his lack of a father. he didn’t want morgaine to live in that world, so would never discuss acting with her, no matter how hard she persisted. luckily, she could talk to her sister and her sister only encouraged her to pursue her dreams.

— morgaine excelled at school, particularly in english, drama, art, and history. the only subject she totally despised was mathematics. she was also popular amongst her peers, having formed friendships with the other popular girls and becoming interested in their gossip about boys from a young age. however, at the age of thirteen, she realised that she also liked girls, developing a crush on one of her closest friends- a crush that would last until they parted ways after graduation.

— she then attended the prestigious juillard school in new york city: her dream since she was eight years old. she knew that she had to dedicate everything to it and was passionate about learning, even when people said she only got a place at the school because of her who her grandfather was. morgaine herself never believed this and was determined to prove everyone wrong, to prove that she was going to be a star.

— morgaine landed her first real acting role right after graduation, by pure chance, in the film ‘embers and ashes’ (released in 2004) just before her twenty-second birthday.even though her introduction to being a film actor was tough, acting came naturally to her and people said it was just in her blood, but at the same time she knew that she had to put her whole heart and soul into her work. she wanted to make her family proud, even if they were still unsure of her career choice.

— between the ages of twenty-two and twenty-nine, morgaine starred in four films, three television shows and two broadway productions. in two films, she was able to showcase her her vocal talents and piano skills, which garnered praise and recognition. in this time, she really caught the acting bug and her passion was only fuelled by positive reviews from critics and audiences and she couldn’t imagine doing anything else with her life.

— morgaine discovered that were more opportunities to progress her career in los angeles, but was reluctant to make the move. new york city was now her home, so living on the opposite coast was going to be extremely tough. luckily, she had a friend from juilliard, who had been california for a few years, to rely on for support. until she found a place of her and began to get some kind of steady income, she stayed with in the spare room of her apartment. during this time, she met the man who would eventually become her husband.

— morgaine landed her first true hollywood role at the age of thirty, as the lead in a horror film set in 1930s rural texas titled 'mercy me'. she didn't think much of it at first, believing it to be just another rung in the ladder of her career, but the film became wildly popular and received critical acclaim. soon she had a huge social media following, she had more and more people recognising her in the street asking for photos and autographs, and a few more high profile role offers without even having to audition. the joy she felt was incredible. this film was also the catapult to stardom she always dreamed of and had never been more grateful for anything in her life.

— up until her early retirement, morgaine consistently landed roles, mainly in film, but did several tv shows and the occasional stage production. she would spend her time between nyc and los angeles, the latter of which she and her husband moved to when she was thirty-three. they enjoyed their life in the californian sun and couldn't see themselves being anywhere else, even if morgaine did miss her sister.

— in the midst of a very successful career, at the age of thirty-five, morgaine took a brief break from acting to write an album entitled ‘meet me in the golden haze’, which released on most music streaming platforms. on it are ten songs she wrote herself and performed both the piano and vocals. with its success came the eagerness to write more music, but her main focus is always acting, so she isn't sure of when the next album will be written and produced.

— morgaine returned to the stage sixth months after her album was released and after that show concluded she starred in the lead role in a drama/thriller tv show called 'neon blaze' set and filmed in los angeles; she was glad she could be closer to home whilst filming, closer to her husband. the show garnered international critical acclaim and was a hit with audiences everywhere, which skyrocketed her profile as an actor and earned her many job offers abroad, all but one she turned down. the one she did accept was for a romance film that was to be filmed in australia: she saw this as a golden opportunity for her career and to spend time away from her usual lifestyle with her husband, like an extended vacation.

— after filming the fourth and final season of 'neon blaze' in early 2019, morgaine was still highly sort after as an actor, whilst her on-screen rival, becca ainsworth (who had turned into her real life rival), began to spread nasty rumours about morgaine having an affair, which led to rumours about a string of affairs over several years, with colleagues and strangers alike. she brushed it off at first, but things quickly spiralled and the people who she loved and trusted the most turned against her. morgaine couldn't understand how her friends could believe the baseless lies and was mortified to find some had even given quotes to the press, who had a field day with everything. her husband was shocked and upset by the rumours, but even though he knew they weren't true the gossip being spread about him and morgaine and their marriage was unsettling. morgaine saw the change in him, becoming more reserved and less sociable, and knew she had to do something. her reputation was in ruins and now she had no choice but to walk away.

— she never wanted to give up acting, but her husband was her world and she would do anything for him, so they packed up their things and left los angeles for morgaine's much quieter and friendlier hometown of wicklow ridge in vermont. although no longer an employed actor, she was able to continue her work through becoming a drama teacher at the local high school, which was something she never envisioned herself doing. however, she soon began to settle in to her new role and found her students to be engaged in her teaching, even if they spent a lot of time asking about her career and all the other actors she had worked with.

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— morgaine has a deep love for silent film, her favourite star being buster keaton. it was her grandfather errol that introduced her to them and after initially finding film without spoken dialogue the most boring thing in the world, morgaine grew to love and respect it. she has several framed posters of still from keaton's films 'the general', 'one week', and 'sherlock jr.' on her living room wall.

— she had a huge crush on her male co-star in her first ever romance film and always got shy when it came to filming their kisses. part of her was scared that she was going to get replaced after messing up her lines so many times, but eventually managed to focus and nail all of her scenes. they parted ways at the end of filming as friends, but never ended up working with each other again. on the set of the same film, morgaine grew close to a female co-star and had a huge crush on her, too, but they ended up being close friends and morgaine’s romantic feelings fizzled away.

— at age 7, she fell in love with the beach when her family went on holiday to italy, which is the first holiday she remembers vividly. there was something so calming and magical about sitting on the warm sand and staring out into the sea, listening to the lapping waves and the cawing of gulls. morgaine has made it a tradition that she and her husband spend at least a weekend at the beach a couple of times a year, if not spending a fortnight somewhere warm and sunny.

— morgaine has a gold necklace with a pendant in the shape of a compass that was gifted to her by her mother on her eighteenth birthday. it represents her finding her own way in the world, pursuing her goals and dreams, and always being able to find her way home whenever she needs family and security. she never takes it off unless she absolutely has to and it cane be seen as part of her characters' costumes in almost all of her films and tv shows.

— she absolutely adores gin and loves to try ones that are produced locally to where she’s filming. she loves the fruity and floral ones, like blood orange, japanese yuzu, and rose. she prefers to drink them with lemonade, but always sticks to plain tonic water when out socialising.

— more to be added!

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HOW DOES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL? THE ANSWER: WEAK. NEVER PIT A THERAPIST AGAINST ANOTHER ONE FOR THE SAKE OF BOTH. NEITHER OF THEM ARE OKAY AND NEITHER OF THEM WILL ADMIT IT. DIAGNOSIS: SELF-AWARE BUT ALSO SELF-IGNORANT. ALSO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SHUT UP.

STAGE ONE : STATISTICS.

full name: anchalee srisuwan nicknames: ana , cat , swan ( by ex, don't call her that she will start having a breakdown ) … age: thirty2 date of birth: january ninth. gender: cis woman. pronouns: she + her sexuality: bisexual, kinsey four place of birth: bangkok, thailand current residency: a cozy two-bedroom studio apartment in wicklow, vermont. one bedroom, the one furthest down the hall, has its door firmly shut and is covered in a layer of dust. it hasn’t been touched since five years ago and cat doesn’t like anybody trying to pry into the details of exactly who used to live there. rest assured, there are no dead bodies in there. she’s not exactly the murdering type. gives out the most candy on halloween night in her neighborhood. occupation: kindridge counseling center licensed therapist at wicklow ridge family clinic. formerly a surgeon at some huge hospital in a big city. nobody’s quite sure how she got her license but she does her job well enough.

education: has a degree in medicine and was a former surgeon. spent two years in community college due to financial issues. languages spoken: speaks fluent english and thai. skills: analyzing people unprompted , being off-putting , true master of work / at home persona , has eyesight like a hawk, being a nonchalant perfectionist because it never works out when she puts effort into things. religion: still attends church once every few sundays - converted to catholicism at twenty-one when she moved to america at the request of another. there’s a dusty bible laying on her dining table but it hasn’t been touched in years and a wooden cross hanging on the wall - but they weren’t put up for her. mainly still practices out of something resembling grief.

tw for mentions of death, car accidents (kinda) & drunk driving.

mother: deceased, died a few months after ana was born - grandmother said it was from heartbreak. bullshit, but she hasn’t managed to gather up the courage to ask the truth. father: bastard, left home one day and never came back. didn’t even bother to pack up his backs. grandmother said she never liked him, that mother was a fool to fall in love with him. nobody in the family cares if he’s dead or not. siblings: oldest brother ; ( wanted connection ) lost contact with him after anchalee and malai both moved to america - only five years later did he receive a phone call from a tired, tired voice telling him that hansawee was dead. an accident. cat isn’t quite sure when exactly he moved to wicklow and has never bothered to ask, because she doesn’t talk to him anymore. at most, a prolonged glance at the supermarket when passing by. makes sure to always walk a bit faster when she sees him. twin sister ; deceased - anchalee’s closest friend. it was her, malai’s idea to move to america, her idea to start going to church every sunday and her idea to move into the apartment that ana vaguely haunts nowadays. got hit by a drunk driver five years after they both moved to wicklow and died from her injuries. children: none.

STAGE TWO: BIOGRAPHY.

tw warning for mentions of death, car accidents (kinda) , drunk driving, mentions of being on medication (antidepressants).

SHE STARTS GENTLE. soft spoken girl, hands always folded neatly in lap and legs both firmly planted on ground. the type that one doesn't look at a second time. not belonging but not eye-catchingly sticking out. the subway station's announcement blares that they are at their stop. the twins leave. nothing changes. nobody looks up from their phone. nobody cares. that night, she announces to malai that she got a job at the general hospital. they're both happy. everything's fine.

they are no longer in new york city, but in a small city called wicklow in vermont. VERMONT IS BORING. she gets a job at the local family clinic. days and nights melt together until it all slows down with a halting screech. a late night phone call, and the man on the line tells her that her sister is in the hospital. she got hit by a drunk driver. she's in critical condition. the moment the man stops speaking she presses the hang up button and rushes for the door. gets her shoes on and doesn't even bother to get into the car, just runs out of the door and into the cool night air.

the receptionist looks at her like she's a dead person walking. she doesn't care. words come spilling out, my twin was hit by a drunk driver and i need to find her before she dies. her name is malai srisuwan. m-a-l-a-i s-r-i-s-u-w-a-n. they point her to a room. she starts sprinting. the receptionist yells no running and anachalee resists the urge to give her the middle finger. hands grip the doorknob and twist, hard. and there is malai - cat's closest friend, confidant, the person she's trusted and grew up beside for her entire life.

malai dies shortly after. the funeral is small. a few friends of malai's, anchalee can recognize. somebody send her flowers. they rot in the living room. one sent her a card that sat on the dining table for at least a month before getting touched. neighbor knocks on her door and offers brownies. she accepts, bowing and eats a piece before throwing the rest in the fridge. sobs in the living room sometimes, shuts the room to malai's door and never opens it again. sobs in the hallway. doesn't show up at work for two months but isn't fired because she's the most competent therapist they have probably. after six months the physiatrist gives her antidepressants and anchalee accepts them.

it's been years. everything is fine now. anchalee smiles more now. everything is fine.

tba probably i wrote this in twenty minutes so im sorry.

STAGE THREE: WANTED CONNECTIONS.

EX-GIRLFRIEND, antagonistic / weirdly romantic, thirty to thirty-five. creator of the nickname swan, on-and-off enemies with benefits (both say this and yet they both have feelings that linger). ended horribly after anchalee was in a spiral a few years back. that's all. pls give me her.

um. i'll add more later.

#˖ ࣪ . srisuwan ﹐ anchalee ⟳ about .#wicklow:intro #graphic credit to oppalus!!#really long IM SO SORRY.

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★ ‧₊˚ ⋆ sam claflin. cis man. he/him … now playing: best day of my life by tom odell — oh , that ? might be cillian sinclair , an thirty six year old high school english teacher who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for twenty years , just long enough to stir up some trouble if you ask me. they’re a regular at old willow trail , always going on about “difficulties come when you don't pay attention to life's whisper” like it’s gospel. around town , folks say they’re gregarious & curious — but when they think no one’s listening ? it’s more like cautious & indecisive. are the rumors true ? maybe not … but it sure makes life around here a little more interesting.

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full name: cillian oliver sinclair. nickname: cil. date of birth: february 20th, 1989. age: thirty - six. birthplace: london, england. gender: cis man. pronouns: he/him. orientation: bisexual & biromantic. languages spoken: english, minimal french.

height: 5ft 11. hair: mousy brown. eye color: green. scent: bergamot, pepper, amber & vanilla. dominant hand: left. scars: none. facial hair: tends to flit between a full beard & stubble. clothing style: sweater vests thrown over casual tees, linen shirts, glasses worn nowhere near as often as they should be, fisherman beanie hats in the winter, thrifted pieces.

zodiac: pisces. positive traits: creative, empathetic, & (mostly) optimistic. negative traits: easily-distracted, impulsive & conflict avoidant. temperament: sanguine (cheerful disposition, lively, charismatic & imaginative). likes: reading, time outside, bike rides, documentaries, black coffee, good finds at the thrift store, cooking. dislikes: waking up too early or too late (there's a very fine line), insects, long car rides, petty arguments, people who take themselves too seriously. pets: a capricious cat named alice from a previous relationship.

cillian was born following his parents' long struggle with fertility; ultimately doted upon but to a certain degree sheltered -- as if one wrong move, and the thing they'd hoped so hard for would shatter. it's safe to say cillian knew love, but he also knew overbearing. by his early teens, he coped with it through tiny acts of rebellion; shoplifting a packet of sweets to sharing a few cans of cider with his friends in the park. he was never really bad boy material, though, and that's as far as it ever got.

growing up, it was clear he was gifted creatively & extremely passionate over most forms of self-expression; drawing, music, but predominantly writing. if unable to be found, he could most likely be found perched in the same park he had his first early tastes of alcohol -- sketching the ducks in the pond or with his nose buried in a book. although a happy kid, he fantasized about a life less ... london. it was almost as if by fate that his family decided to relocate to vermont, chasing the promise of a small town life after his father was offered the chance to take over the family business (tbd) back in his own hometown. at sixteen years old it was a huge change, but it didn't take long for cillian to feel at home in wicklow ridge.

most who knew him anticipated a career in the arts, a renowned author or at least a successful journalist, so it was a surprise when cillian ultimately settled into a job in teaching. of course there are periods of time where cillian wonders if the former would have come true for him if he had dug his heels in more, tried that little bit harder, but there is a true passion for what he does that leaves him fulfilled. he's the teacher that really loves what he does, is always there to offer a shoulder to lean on or an ear to listen. besides, he still makes sure to schedule time for his writing, though it's more of a hobby these days.

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wears his heart on his sleeve. has had his fair share of close-calls and heartbreaks, but is still waiting on the real deal. he nearly made it, nearly put a ring on his ex partner of four years, but ultimately the sanctuary he found in stability and comfort wasn't reciprocated, and they set off in search of something else -- leaving cillian with a heavy heart and a grumpy, now ten year old cat, whom he is sure is slowly planning his demise (though has a penchant for a good lap cuddle every now and again)

still very much fond of sitting in nature, whether its on a long walk or hunching over a sketchpad.

has the goofiest laugh and grin .. chuckles at his own jokes and is the guy that will laugh at yours when nobody else does

kinda has grandpa tendencies at the ripe age of thirty6 .. loves ending the evening with a strong cup of tea and a record playing while he reads, very partial to a knitted sweater vest, turns checkout small talk into in-depth conversations while the queue behind builds up

is more lonely than he would ever let on. he fills his life with meaningful friendships and he feels content but there's definitely a bit of a void .. 👀

probably more tba <3

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★ ‧₊˚ ⋆ suki waterhouse. cis woman. she/her … now playing: no ordinary love by sade — oh , that ? might be jo anne starling finch , a thirty-three year old novelist who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for two years , just long enough to stir up some trouble if you ask me. they’re a regular at cedarvale orchard & winery , always going on about “no live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality” like it’s gospel. around town , folks say they’re charming & genuine — but when they think no one’s listening ? it’s more like escapist & erratic. are the rumors true ? maybe not … but it sure makes life around here a little more interesting.

NAME JO ANNE STARLING FINCH. ALIAS(ES) / NICKNAMES IT'S COLLECTIVELY KNOWN THAT MOST PEOPLE JUST CALL HER JO, CHOOSING TO OMIT ANNE AGE THIRTY-THREE ZODIAC AQUARIUS SUN. DOB JANUARY 24TH. GENDER CIS WOMAN. PRONOUNS SHE/HER. PLACE OF BIRTH BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS . OCCUPATION FORMER FLIGHT ATTENDANT, CURRENTLY A HORROR NOVELIST

HEIGHT 173 CM. HAIR NATURALLY DIRTY BLONDE BUT DYED IN A LIGHTER SHADE, STYLED IN A DYNAMIC AND VOLUMINOUS LOOK, 60S INSPIRED . EYES BROWN, ACCENTUATED WITH FALSE LASHES. SCENT GIRL OF THE YEAR BY THIN WILD MERCURY, LOTS OF POWDERY NOTES, WITH IRIS AND AMBER. INSPIRATION / CHARACTER PARALLELS SHIRLEY JACKSON, ANNE RICE, OTTESSA MOSHFEGH, PRISCILLA PRESLEY ( PRISCILLA 2023 ), JO MARCH ( LITTLE WOMEN ), SHARON TATE RELATIONSHIP STATUS DIVORCED CHILDREN TBA FINCH ( 4 YEARS OLD ) PETS ONE CORGI CALLED PLUTO

tw: mentions of postpartum depression, agoraphobia, suicide ( in relation to her books )

she should've been called johanna, or simply joanne, but her father's hand, driven by excitement, had trembled and slipped, and left a spacing on the birth certificate. it's a slapstick tale, of course, spilled yearly over the family table, retold to the point of absurdity with boundless gusto.

the gravitational pull of her father, mother, and most importantly older sister, is what keeps her centered in boston, prompting her to always, no matter how late, come home. at twenty, home is where the heart isn't — she leaves it sporadically, like a heavy thing you carry, in new york, rome, stockholm, tokyo, and sydney, only to ship it back to boston as fragile goods. the equation shifts suddenly, altering the very reason behind her consecutive returns — this time it's for love.

her marriage is a lesson in ornithology — starlings and finches aren't bound to fly together. young and auspicious, she falls fast and marries faster, burning brightly until she starts to feel hollow. she gives more than she gets in return. at twenty-eight, and with child, things come to a halt. she goes from seeing the whole world to only the rooms within her home, confided for her health's sake. so she grows tired, and resentful, knowing that she can never go back to her old self.

unable to part from her newborn son, deeply overwhelmed and nearly despondent, she quits her job and finds solace in writing, publishing her very first book only two years later. the book, titled house fever, tells the tale of a woman named gemma suffering from a severe case of agoraphobia, who resides in an old family manor, which she had inherited like sin, through blood. she and her sister, who attempts to help gemma with her condition, soon discover that the house isn't so keen to let them leave. the house, on the contrary, is alive, and each room is a representation of a past family member and their sins. the house only wishes to feed. ( it's a reflection on generational trauma, and some of the fears that she faced while struggling with the initial stages of motherhood ). it certainly has that shirley jackson / otessa vibe going.

the book is almost an overnight success. jo anne goes from being a former flight attendant and housewife, to the top name on new york times best seller list. it sells in over 20 million copies worldwide and earns her quite a fortune. the same year, she moves to wicklow with her husband, desperate for a change of scenery and willing to initially provide support for him, hoping that things between them would finally get better. they don't. she begins the divorce process a year later. this pushes her to publish a novella. titled, where the forest screams, it's narrated from the point of a mother deer, her struggles with deforestation and loss of home, and the fear of losing her newborn fawn. in 2024, 20th century fox bought the screen rights to house fever. the film is set to premiere in 2027.

just recently, she announced her upcoming book, with my bare feet on the burning roof. it's set to follow a twin brother and sister, and the grief that comes after their parents perish in a suicide pact. many believe that the book is fated to solidify her presence in the horror / mystery genre.

despite the books that she writes, jo's a lively, vivacious woman, oftentimes far too sentimental for her own good. she pours great effort into her style ( think 60s blondes, high-grazing mini dresses, etc. ), living space, and her relationship with her son, which always comes first. she currently rents a spacious house where she spends most of her time writing and making sure that there's always light pouring through the windows. to keep herself additional company, she adopted a corgi, respectfully named pluto.

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★ ‧₊˚ ⋆ lucy liu. cis woman. she/her … now playing: got to be real by cheryl lynn — oh , that ? might be natalie quan , an forty five old owner & hair stylist @ miss glamourpuss who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for sixteen years , just long enough to stir up some trouble if you ask me. they’re a regular at maple & main , always going on about “i'm not judging, i just have eyes,” like it’s gospel. around town , folks say they’re chic & nonjudgmental — but when they think no one’s listening ? it’s more like vain & abrasive. are the rumors true ? maybe not … but it sure makes life around here a little more interesting.

( 💄 ) ⸻ statistics

introducing natalie joy quan

birthdate + place﹚ 26 july 1980 + henderson, nevada ... basically vegas.

zodiac big three﹚ leo sun, scorpio moon, sagittarius rising.

moral alignment﹚ chaotic good.

current residence﹚ retro-fitted double-wide trailer turned unapologetic glam den. like yes she painted it a mauve-pink and yes she has a lipstick tube mailbox and yes there are two plastic flamingos out front. lives with a really old chocolate lab she calls moose and a siamaese cat called frankie. they're besties.

sexual orientation﹚ bisexual.

education level﹚ high school diploma; cosmetology license.

distinguishing characteristics﹚many, many tattoos. faded tiny ones on her hands: a bunch of sparkles & stars on her fingers, 'lucky' across the side of her hand like a casino brand, hearts on her thumb pads. a tramp stamp probably, giant butterfly on her back that covers a name she got lasered off (fuck you roach!!!!). tattooed garter. scars from piercings she used to have: monroe, anti-eyebrow, back dimples, belly ring, nose.

aesthetic﹚ the hiss of a way-too-old leopard-print straightener, the snap of bubblegum, the cold bite of gold hoops earrings when she hugs you cheek-to-cheek, drugstore everything, early 2000s r&b, scissors slicing through dead ends and the occasional “babe, i’m just gonna say it. he’s ugly," unsolicited advice, a purse full of receipts, candy wrappers, and tiny perfume samples she will never throw out, the clack-clack-clack of her press-ons as she types aggressively on a phone with a cracked screen, her laugh, loud and barky.

inspiration(s)﹚ that weird jlo stripper movie that was like only kinda good bc keke palmer was in it for 9 seconds (hustlers), veronica from shameless, fran fine meets y2k meets budget samantha jones if she only wore like hot pink, black, and deep purples.

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natalie's parents are ......... lizzy & matthew. both barely legal, barely sober, but fully in love. they honeymooned at a casino buffet and swore they'd make it work. the luster wore off when little nat was still teething, and matthew bailed overnight. took the car and left a note that said 'don't wait up'. and liz, she unraveled like a loose thread. found god in slot machines and a string of sleazy men. so natalie grew up in between motels and sad apartments- plastic blinds, weird stain on the carpet, the sound of someone else's fight through the wall. settled down in a trailer park somewhere down the way. her (half) sister jenny was born there a couple odd years after, soft-voiced and dreamy. natalie raised her as well as she did her mom, cutting off the crusts from her toast, giving her tampons in gas station bathrooms, telling her how to lie to cps. they shared a twin mattress for like, way too long.

natalie juggled three jobs as soon as she could: waitress, babysitter, off-the-books nail tech. just to help pay the bills and for jenny's school lunches. in between came roach. his real name was justin roarke but no one called him that. he was in the grade above her and drove a camaro with no muffler (which he also used to sell weed out of- how the pair met, coincidentally). they were REALLY in love but it was toxic. on and off and on again, 14 times to be specific. after high school, he'd up and gotten some gig as a door guy with a clipboard at this strip club off of the vegas strip, ditched the weed gig for good and begged natalie to move in with him. told her he'd gotten in good with the owner & could 'make something real out of it' soon. for her, and them.

and so she did! move in with him, that is. left with jenny in tow too, & they were their own fucked up little family. eventually he convinced her to start stripping there too- something about them being a girl short, swore up and down that he'd watch out for her, that he hated seeing her wear herself thin between a revolving door of jobs and naps between shifts. and so ... she did! it was ... seedier than he led on but this was ROACH she was talking about. her knight in shining armor. sure the pole squeaked ... and some of the mirrors were cracked but she stayed.

tw. mention of addiction﹚and stayed and stayed and stayed. first it was because she wanted to save up for her first year at college. then because her mom's gambling debt caught up to her & nat couldn't not help her with it. then it was for the strange sisterhood she found there (the single mom who could split like a cheerleader. the twin sisters with matching wigs. sugar, her favorite, who made her grilled cheese after bad nights). and because she kinda (really) got hooked on oxy after a sprained ankle and sugar was the only one who knew where to get it for cheap.

by 26, natalie had become the club’s unofficial glue. booked parties, trained new girls, fixed beefs before they exploded. house of venus had ballooned from a flickering neon dive to a full-blown vegas establishment. gold-plated poles, velvet booths, a liquor license, a myspace page (glitter gifs, cute lil layout, custom html- thanks nat), a revolving cast of dancers, bartenders, and bouncers. roach had even climbed from clipboard guy to back office fixer. never on paper, but everyone knew. vince, the real owner, treated him like a pet project. roach had a coke problem, a sports betting streak, and that quiet panic of almost having made it. when vince started bleeding money during a slump, roach saw an opportunity. he’d been skimming for years. a hundred here, a couple grand there. now he had a plan. fake a robbery. blame it on rival club beef. two guys he knew, dumb and greedy, would hit house of venus on a slow sunday. scare the girls, rough up a bartender, take just enough to look real. then insurance money. clean slate.

tw. mention of robbery & blood﹚except it went sideways. one of the dancers, trinity, got pistol-whipped. natalie, working that night, tried to step in. she got shoved into the corner of the dj booth and cracked a rib. blood in her mouth. ringing in her ears. roach wasn’t even there. security missed it. vince was livid. one of the guys got picked up a week later and folded instantly. gave up roach for a lighter sentence. and roach? he named natalie as an accomplice. said she helped plan it. said she was in on the insurance angle. and, to her luck (or incredible lack thereof) she had a record. petty drug charges, expired license, enough junk mail stacked against her to make it stick. they gave her a deal. she took it. eighteen months. county, then state.

when she got out, she had only one place to go: wicklow ridge, vermont!! jenny had moved there a few years back with her daughter, ivy, chasing stillness. or at least a decent school district and a place where the landlord didn’t text after midnight. so she moved in. slept on the couch again, like old times. ivy was five and only a little scared of her. jenny taught art at the middle school and lived in a rented bungalow with creaky floors and way too many mugs.

tw. mention of death﹚she kept her head down. got a job at a tiny salon called hair it is, sweeping up clippings and washing color bowls for a woman named belinda who smelled like menthols and lavender. got her cosmetology license at the local tech college. passed with flying colors. belinda died of a heart attack mid perm one summer and natalie bought the place off her son for a steal. painted the walls bubblegum pink and gold. renamed it miss glamourpuss because she thought it was funny, and also because roach had once refused to let her use it as her stripper name.

now's a couple odd years later & miss glamourpuss has expanded- nails, hair, full face glam. prom girls, bachelorettes, divorce makeovers, ski wives who want balayage before hitting the slopes.. she wears hoops and hot pink smocks and she knows everyone’s business, but mostly keeps it to herself. pays her taxes now. brings jello salad to block parties. hosts drag bingo in the off-season. ivy’s in high school and calls her nat-nat and borrows her lipstick. all three of them regulars at maple & main.

( 💄 ) ⸻ personality / fun facts

chic﹚glam is gospel!!! her stripping days made her very scrappy chic, in that she can turn clearance rack finds into something else entirely. but also she thinks tacky and elegant are synonyms so take it with a grain of salt when she walks out in a hot pink tracksuit or a leopard print robe with slipper heels. she can tie a silk scarf twelve different ways, can clock a knockoff handbag from across the parking lot, and always smells like drugstore vanilla and designer dupes.

nonjudgmental﹚natalie’s lived too much life to raise an eyebrow at anyone else’s. ex-stripper, ex-jailbird, ex-everything- she’s heard it all, seen worse, and probably done worse, too. and yes she has a framed picture of her mugshot somewhere in her office. natalie might poke fun, psychoanalyze you for funsies, or ask twelve inappropriate follow-up questions- but she means well. her chair at the salon is therapy-adjacent: everyone gets 45 minutes of unsolicited wisdom, not judgment.she just can't stand snobs. she’s an equal-opportunity gossip but she'll defend someone who's being dragged unfairly: “don’t slut-shame rhonda just ‘cause you’re boring, donna.”

vain﹚very concerned with and self-aware about her looks. despite her loyalty to drugstore products, she's got a skincare cabinet that costs more than all of the insurances she has combined, has a mini ring light clipped to her rearview mirror and once got pulled over for it, always has chewing gum, a tiny bottle of hairspray, and two kinds of blush in her purse.

abrasive﹚does NOT mince words, especially when she should. she had a hard time building a clientele early on because she just kept on saying out of pocket shit like "yeah he's definitely cheating on you," or "you know coral is really not your color." her voice carries, especially when she's fired up, and she's got a barky laugh that punctuates even her mean jokes. always has a smartass response like no one ever told her to shut up. very much a tough love in between snaps of her gum kind of girl.

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flcgod · 17 days ago

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★ ‧₊˚ ⋆ ayca aysin turan . cis female. she/her … now playing: penthouse by kelsea ballerini — oh , that ? might be alara balik , an thirty two year old owner / pastry chef @ sugar & cream who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for her whole life , just long enough to stir up some trouble if you ask me. they’re a regular at wildflower & fern , always going on about " life's short , eat dessert first " like it’s gospel. around town , folks say they’re charming & caring — but when they think no one’s listening ? it’s more like headstrong & opinionated . are the rumors true ? maybe not … but it sure makes life around here a little more interesting.

pinterest . wanted / established connections .

basics .

full name : alara balik . nicknames : ali , prom queen ( hates that one though ) . age : thirty - two . birthday : march 2nd . sign : pieces . birth place : wicklow ridge , vermont . occupation : owner / pastry chef of sugar & cream . pronouns : she / her . sexuality : heterosexual . significant other : divorced none . family : deceased parents , granpa emir . children : ela balik ( 5 ) pets : red retriever named lucky .

personality .

mbti type : ENFJ . positives : loyal , charming , observant , reliable , caring , kind , self - reliant . negatives : bossy , tenacious , stubborn , ruminative , sarcastic , opinionated . talents : cooking , baking , organising . love language : actions , words of affirmation , physical touch . likes : coffee , pasta , red wine , cotton pieces of clothing , carrie underwood , cooking , comedy movies , rain showers , slow dancing , scented candles , cold beer , people who make her laugh , denim jeans , whiskey , corny pick up lines , cinnamon hot chocolate , romantic gestures , sunrises and sunsets , line dancing , yoga , american football , country music , horses , bar games . dislikes : being kept out of the loop or not knowing stuff , liars and cheaters , anyone who hurts those she cares about , oatmeal raisin cookies , feeling weak or helpless , death and funerals , secrets , being ignored , receiving lectures , animal cruelty .

story so far . tw : death of a family member , divorce .

born and raised in wicklow ridge to a pair of loving parents , alara was the quintessential girl next door during her youth and adolescence . with a healthy family who for the most part got along , learning how to bake with her nine ( grandma ) and taking long horseback rides with her dede ( granpa ) , alara truly didn't have a bad childhood .

for twelve years that she attended school , she was fairly popular but kept good grades despite being almost a textbook example of a prom queen . however , that didn't mean she was short on spunk and wit because while she was homely and kind , she also broke curfew and sneaked out to parties , and had a sharp tongue that often got her into more trouble than good .

with her mother owning cafe and her grandmother passion for baking , it was only natural for alara too developed a bit of a sweet tooth & love for baking . after all , she practically grew up in that small cafe and helped out on the weekends ever since she turned 15 .

along the time she was in college , alara met a man she single - handedly called the love of her life . sure , she was fairly young and naive back then but they were in love , which explained their quick engagement after knowing each other for just nine months . and while it was rainbows and butterflies in the beginning of their marriage , it soon turned sour when he started to prioritize everthing other than his wife . many fights ensued over it and despite not being happy , alara tried to make it work . however , in the end it was her that filed for a divorce , an out he took without blinking before moving out of town to pursue his career . as fate would have it however , at the time alara wasn't aware she was pregnant until he was long gone .

taking over her mother's cafe has always been the dream in the long run , but unfortunately the way it happened wasn't . it was due to a tragedy that struck shortly after her daughter ela turned one — her parents , along with her grandma , getting into a fatal car accident during a snow storm . it was a hard hit on everyone , especially alara who lost her biggest support system .

years have now passed and the pain of losing her parents and loving nine hurts a little less , the cafe that she turned into a pastry shop to honor her grandma's recipes becoming one of the popular spots in town , with alara solely focused on motherhood and her growing business .

headcanons .

huge coffee lover ( obvi ) , has insane amounts daily .

cleans and organises when frustrated !!!

likes wearing a lot of denim pieces alongside her favourite pair of croc - embossed boots because she feels taller .

a mom friend of almost every group while sober but give her four shots of whiskey …

doesn't tolerate nonsense or mean people for no reason so she's quick to give a smarty pants comment .

extremely loyal and protective over her friends .

while she was a bit of a wild child growing up , becoming a mother made her see the world in a different light , maturing and becoming more responsible and protective .

doesn't like admitting she's in the wrong .

lives a door down from her granpa whom she visits on a daily + they still very much go for horseback rides whenever alara can find the time .

excellent at bar games , especially pool and darts , it's usually her biggest party move because she can clean a wallet dry .

still cries like a baby when mufasa dies and susan forgets about narnia .

fun fact : she was the pretty cheerleader that dated the quarterback and won prom queen vote unanimously ( twice ) , which explains the nickname ' prom queen ' that has followed her ever since junior high but she's always hated it & will roll her eyes at you if you dare calling her that now .

wanted connections here .

#𝐅𝐋𝐂𝐆𝐎𝐃　　　—　　　alara　b.　　　　information.#wicklow:intro

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vcrdvnt · 18 days ago

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part i. the brief introduction.

★ ‧₊˚ ⋆ kerry washington. female. she/her … now playing: golden by jill scott — oh , that ? might be esme bennett , an fifty year old principal at wicklow ridge junior high school who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for two years , just long enough to stir up some trouble if you ask me. they’re a regular at the everwood café , always going on about “forgiveness is expensive, and I’m not broke.” like it’s gospel. around town , folks say they’re graceful & intelligent — but when they think no one’s listening ? it’s more like guarded & controlling. are the rumors true ? maybe not … but it sure makes life around here a little more interesting. google doc. pinterest.

part ii. the character study.

she’s the kind of woman people call composed. always pulled together, heels clicking on tile, voice smooth even when she’s furious. esme doesn’t raise her voice unless it’s deliberate, and she doesn’t show her cards unless she’s already won the hand. she’s measured, poised — the kind of principal who knows every kid’s name and how they take their hot chocolate, but also how to cut a school board member down with one sharp, well-placed remark. she’s warm, when she chooses to be. sharp when she needs to be. and underneath it all, exhausted in a way she rarely admits. she’s been through enough to earn that polish. born in wisconsin, raised on manners and high expectations, esme married young, then divorced, then married a man whose military career dictated the rhythm of her life. they moved often, chasing duty stations and deployment schedules, raising three kids between checklists and goodbyes. she got her degrees in borrowed time, built her career in between moves, and taught in classrooms across the country, and the world. wicklow ridge wasn’t supposed to be permanent. it was a dot on the map she once circled during a spa retreat, a place she came to breathe after her second divorce, back when her hair was shorter and her temper longer. she came back years later for something quiet — to help a school in need of leadership and a town full of tight circles and old grudges. she stepped into the principal job like she does most things: head high, heels on, and ready for a challenge. she doesn’t talk much about the past. not about the husbands, the sacrifices, or the cost of being the one who always holds it together. but it’s there — in the way she never lets herself fully relax, in the wine bottle always half-drunk on friday nights, in the way her smile sometimes doesn’t reach her eyes. people think she’s cold. or a snob. or both. and maybe sometimes she is. but she also keeps extra gloves in her office drawer for kids who forget theirs. she buys coats for the lost-and-found. she notices when a student stops smiling and doesn’t rest until she knows why. she writes her thank-you notes by hand, and her own children — now grown — still call her for advice, even when they pretend not to need it. esme doesn’t do small talk, but she does loyalty. she does precision. she does late nights grading papers with jazz on low and her reading glasses perched at the end of her nose. she doesn’t ask for help, but she’ll give it — fiercely, without hesitation, and in exactly the way it’s needed. most mornings, she walks to work. not because she has to, but because she likes the ritual. the steadiness of it. the way the town looks in early light, still waking up. she passes the same people, gives the same nods, and keeps her thoughts to herself. some think she’s out of place here. too polished, too big-city. maybe they’re right. but she’s here. she stayed. and that says more than most people realise.

part iii. the wanted connections.

familial – older brother, elias (most wanted!) – her kids: julian, clara & elijah — scattered but tethered to her still (most wanted!) – a niece or nephew or 2 (biological or just her friend's kid, all welcome!) platonic – old college friend who came to visit and just… stayed (most wanted!) – fellow teacher who knows what it’s like – neighbour turned confidant — weekend coffees, quiet porch chats, no pressure – yoga buddy or book club friend who sees past the polish – a local parent she first connected with over school concerns, now a surprising friend romantic – someone from her past: an old love, maybe a mistake, maybe a missed chance (or an ex husband👀) (most wanted!) – someone younger who she has unexpected chemistry with – single parent with a past as tangled as hers — there's empathy, respect, and a quiet pull – a slow-burn connection with someone she can’t help but argue with — tension, always antagonistic – local who thinks she’s all shine and no heart — polite, pointed, and quietly hostile – teacher passed over for her job — smiling in public, sharp in private – friend or ally of sean’s who sees her success as abandonment, not survival

#𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓. ── information.#wicklow:intro

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