WINE DARK SEA.

elijah ambrose.

[ambroseias]

「lorenzo zurzolo & male/questioning」⇾ ambrose , elijah, the junior horton student’s records show that he is an virgo and 21 years old. he is studying classics and econ, living in noland and can be charming, diligent, self-centered & vain. when i see him i am reminded of clenched teeth, pyrrhic victories & a laugh that comes to haunt you. ⇽「momo & 20 & est & any pronouns.」 

“all stories are about wolves. all worth repeating, that is. anything else is sentimental drivel.” - margaret atwood

hi it’s momo ur resident mess and this is adapted from a previous intro i did so pls dont make fun of me if u catch mistakes. if u like this, i’m coming into ur dms to plot and, if u don’t, i’m still yearning for connection with ur chara. pls. come validate my cliched average bacchanalian icarus bitch, toxic faerie princeling, dark academia fuccboi, dorian grey in the FLESH.

full bio to be found HERE bulleted bio below

AESTHETICS.

sunlight on skin in the morning, like ribbons of gold gleaming between tousled sheets. he throws his head back, laughing. if you do not love him, then you will now. clothes, always pressed. hair, meticulously in place. a dog-eared copy of a streetcar named desire in the crook of his arm. lies. they come so easy to boys like him. lies. tinged honey sweet to hide the fact that there is nothing but teeth behind them. you’ve seen his face in a painting somewhere, you’re certain. and if not, then it haunts you in your dreams. kisses that always taste like champagne, no matter what time it is. if you cut him open, he’d be more red wine than blood. secrets. there is something he’s not telling you. secrets. something rotten behind that sweet-faced grin. walden and thoreau in place of a father figure. choosing dickinson instead of the mother he had. clenched teeth. pyrrhic victories. he wins, always, but at what cost? climb into his chest, now. ignore that miraculously still-beating heart. feel how hollow it is here? he has tried to fill this emptiness his whole life. he has never succeeded.

BULLETED BIO

TW parental issues

first off, say mommy issues into a mirror 3x and this bitch appears behind u like the demon he is

‘that’s it. thats the chara.

im jk but not rlly. eli is the only child to one of radcliffe’s esteemed feminism + gender studies professor (prof. vivianne ambrose) and their relationship has always been... rough

it’s not for lack of love. it’s just that-- sometimes, people are too alike. and it’s hard to apologize and express the love that you feel.

halfway “ignored” by his mother, he’s spent his entire life trying to gain the attention and love of everyone around him. he definitely tries to shift his personality to be the person u want him to be--- but can only really settle on pretentious intellectual + wild child

so ig what i’m trying to say is that ... he’s the duality of man if both dualities were the WORST and most pretentious

mostly, what’s happened is that the people who like him really like him. and the people who don’t-- he refuses to spend the time of day on.

+ like ! i guess the best way to describe him is bright, glittering, hard to look at directly.

he wants u to want him.

but he doesn’t want u to know him

classics n econ bc honestly, he wants to be a professor like his mom and teach classics or theatre BUT he refuses to admit it so he’s getting a double major in econ and telling himself he’s gonna be like a politician or lawyer or some other slick shit

he... ............... would make a good politician probably. 

but still. 

he rattles off a list of dream roles he wants to play. hamlet. coriolanus. oedipus. caesar. creon. gatsby. some are leads, some aren’t. but most of all-- “they’re tragedies,” you say, “you really like tragedies that much?”

he laughs glibly. “no--” he says, “god, of course not. but they’re the only things i can play. look, i know what i look like. i know what you think of me. deep down, you want nothing more than to see me suffer. on stage, you can.”

“and off-stage?“ you ask tentatively. his eyes flash green, his lips press together almost imperceptibly,  “oh come on. look at me. no one’s ever going to deny me of what i want.“

it’s a lie, of course. but it’s a good one. and it’s one that he goes to sleep telling himself.

pls i beg u!! yes, he’s terrible, but, deep down, i think he wants to be good. i think he wants to be soft. but the only time he ever got his mother’s attention was when he was doing something wrong and it’s made his perception of how love is supposed to be— skewed.

he definitely FEELS like an old soul, but he also probably has a very active thirst instagram using oscar wilde and margaret atwood quotes as captions

i hate him dearly pls

IMMA ADD MORE WANTED CONNECTIONS

people who have studied under/knows his mom -- ur too close. everytime he sees u he flinches. he’ll walk in during ur consultation with his mother and the two of them will stiffly update each other on their day and ur like god dang what a weird ass relationship. alternately, he’ll sit outside his mother’s office while ur doing consults. and u can’t help but wonder... god... what kind of mom, would make her child wait.

friends/enemies/etc. from childhood --- he grew up near the university has always been around town

wld die for a childhood crush on him or from him, but likely from him bc that’s cute af

a childhood friend that has always been his ride-or-die, even though they’ve definitely grown apart bc elijah has a fear of Emotional Intimacy!! but u knew him once and u know... there’s a real boy behind that layer of pretense.

step/half-siblings !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! --- his mom might have remarried! his bio dad maybe is lurking out there with another family! who knows!

a tormentor --- for anyone who knows the ambrose family, its’ not hard to see that the relationship btwn mom + son is strained. and like-- that’s something eli is always gonna be sensitive abt. ur chara knows that eli isn’t the hard shell he pretends to be. he’s just a soft boi longing for approval + that scares tf out of eli

people who eli hates -- mostly softs who remind him of his own failure to become completely unfeeling

rlly pretentious friends

unpretentious not friends

party friends

litcherally anything

neighbors

one night stands

fwbs

exes (elijah is tentatively pan, but objectively hates labels)

i live for apartment plots so pls hit me up if ur chara lives in noland

[freshthoughts2020]

[ambroseias]

people are always asking them if they’re protective of me, since i’m the only girl in the band. however, it’s true in reverse as well. [...] for marley especially. he’s like a brother to me. when i met him, there was this connection almost instantaneously. i knew that i would be at his side and that he would be at mine. i knew that i would never let anything bad happen to him. 

[ambroseias]

a brief history of chris & mimi

you don’t remember how he came into your life. you laugh now, tell anyone who asks that the two of you were doing a line when you first met, either on the table or on each other, but you don’t really remember it at all. that was just how things were back then. you were eighteen and you were out of control. he was twenty and he was right there with you. 

somewhere in between then and now, things blurred together. you do love him, of course, but it isn’t really love anymore. you’re bandmates, you’re best friends, but, most importantly, he’s the person you’ve always wanted to be. 

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2009 - this, this is the first time you ever see him. he is glowing faintly from your television screen, not so much the christian kelley you will one day know, but rather chad dylan cooper. 

he is golden. with bated breath, a quick-beating heart, you look at his green eyes, the sharpness of his jaw. it’s an easy charisma he exudes, a genuineness you cannot tear your eyes away from. he is the boy next door,  the all-american ideal, everything you are not.

you are too old to watch disney channel now, your parents have started letting you see r-rated movies and you don’t even have nightmares about them anymore. but, right now, the lights are low and just because you are too old to watch disney channel does not mean you don’t. 

everyone loves him. even outside the tv--- you see his name pop up in the gossip magazines, whispered sometimes in the hallways at school and, even though you do not know him, even though it is 2009 and you are 13 and he does not even know you exist-- even then, you love him too. 

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2013 - five years later and he does little more than cross your mind from time to time. you have been playing guitar for almost a decade now. you have dreamt of being a musician for almost that long in the last year or two, your life has tumultuous in wonderful and terrible ways. you are as close as and as far from your dream as you have ever been. 

you enrolled in and, then, dropped out of college. 

you throw your head back, shake the hair out of your eyes.  up this close, you can see that, even without heels, you’re taller than him.

“you want to be a singer?“ you sniff, mildly disinterested. there’s powder on the table, you’re more interested in that.

he nods.

“dope, i play guitar.”

“we should do a thing,“ he says finally. 

you laugh to yourself. he’s a good time, really he is, but just look at where the two of you are right now. 

“sure.“

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2014 - cut to the crash--- 

you are spinning off-road, and yet you are not even in a car at all. 

and then, the phone rings. you look down at the picture you have saved of him as id and you cannot help but think he looks just like he did when you were 13. 

-2018 - you have known him in some form or the other for almost a decade. and you have loved him for just as long. 

not in the same way you had at 13, half-jealousy and half-adoration, and not in the same way as you had at 18, when you were greedy for what he had and thankful for what he shared, and certainly not in the same way as when you were 20, and his hand was the only one extended to you. 

you say afterparty is the thing that saved you. but no, that’s a lie-- afterparty is the only thing that can.

[ambroseias]

afterpartyband (7 hrs ago) : bad girls do it better #loveblind

[ambroseias]

afterpartyband (7 hrs ago) : #loveblind

@christicnkcllcy @chloehq

[ambroseias]

to my dearest agent chaos kelley, 

by the time you get this. i will be gone. 

no, i was not taken. no, you do not have to look for me. i left on my own accord.

in the moments that you've woken up, you've probably realized what was happened.... do not worry., i will always treasure what we had. 

after all, i will never forget what you shared: your bed, your heart, your- secrets. the memories alone are worth almost as much as they will pay me. 

XOXO CUTTHROAT

[villehq-deactivated20200208]

the crusader — welcome to gritville.

writer honey and blue can be found at @antibellums​

character name: blue nguyen / nguyen thanh tien

inspired by: cinderella (character), the story of tam and cam (story), the long halloween (story)

age: 27

archetype: the crusader

pronouns: she/her

desired faceclaim: vu ngoc hoang oanh

everyday life — work and location.

location: gritville

neighborhood: n/a, city

occupation in town: registered nurse

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[ambroseias]

my plan

write a generic guidelines page

add more roles so we can secrettt channellsss dfkjsdhjkfh

institute a #nsfw channel for any content that might be triggering. this is an 18+ rp, but we still want to err on the safe side.

wipe the introductions (previously alias + pronouns) channel + pin a form so members can fill out their alias, pronouns, timezone, n a fun-fact upon entering.

delete the #blog-drops channel in general and the #blogs-to-follow channel in administration. create a single #blogs channel in the dashboard section where it belongs.

delete the #replied threads channel and #closed starter channels. while these are nice, the same effect can be done by just messaging the person and this isn’t information that needs to be communicated to the whole group.

consolidate the most wanted/wanted plots channel into a single #character requests channel. i don’t really understand what’s going on with either of them/their difference.

change plotting to #plot calls

add a #group plotting channel

tentatively? the channels r gonna be????

general

+ landing pad + guidelines + introductions

communications + ooc chat + questions + nsfw

administration + announcements + friday drops

dashboard + blogs + plotting calls + group plotting + starter calls + open starters

villeland + slyville + gritville + carniville + godville + dearville

[dog-teeth]

margaret atwood / rumi / s. osborn

[forsythiias]

“please don’t do this to me-” she wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular ; words muttered beneath her breath and around a frown that was directed entirely at the pops jukebox. whatever spark it had, once, was GONE - literally, at that. the lights of the big blue machine that had been jellybean’s first real introduction to good music ( not the crap that played on the radio nowadays ) finally seemed to have died, the turntable inside having done it’s last spin and come to a PITIFUL stop. she’d already given the machine a desperate shake. she had even given it a gentle, purposeful kick, as if that might’ve helped. denial and anger were only two stages, and the waitress on duty was so caught up in the slow and steady onset of real depression that she didn’t notice the approach of someone to pops’ counter. “i don’t what i’m gonna do without you - HOW am i supposed to work under these conditions? c’mon-” 

[ambroseias]

god, they were all getting old, weren’t they? as the jukebox gave out one last death rattle, even HEARTLESS reggie mantle felt a twinge in his chest. pop’s was a part of riverdale history at this point ( a monument that had stood the test of time when so many other restaurants and stores had come and gone ) but that hadn’t stopped it from aging. when reggie had first come back to riverdale after college, he had been surprised at how yellowed the curled menu seemed, how CRACKED the leather on the booths had been. the jukebox’s death was just another example of the tragedy of time. 

he half-wanted to console the girl ( jerkwad jones’ baby sister ) hugging the beleaguered jukebox in its last moments-- he did, after all, have plenty of good memories with the old thing too-- but he pushed the feeling down at the last minute. it was UNREASONABLE to ask for things to be preserved in amber, to mourn the loss of something that was inevitable. jukeboxes broke.  things changed. people got older. no need to cry about it. 

“if i had known how you felt, jones, i would have come earlier,” he smirked, before leaning on the side of the table, “you don’t have to work. skip your shift and get dinner with me.”

[ambroseias]

𝔬𝔬𝔠 ------- hello everyone! i’m a and i’m super excited to be here. i won’t be able to post reggie’s intro until i get home (& similarly, won’t be able to fix up my blog until then), but like this post or slide into my dms n we can plot. ♡

[ambroseias]

nikopng‌:

niko raised his brow up when bobby didn’t finish his sentence, but was grateful that he seemed to have dropped it. “oh, a sandwich? did you make one for me?” niko gave a naive grin and sent a couple bats of his lashes kang’s way. “hey– how dare you assume i don’t work out and drink protein shakes?” of course it was a rhetorical question ‘cause bobby was a hundred percent correct in assuming that. “speaking of, do you know when mat’s next track meet is? i was gonna go and support him.”

he occupied himself with chewing on his cereal before glancing up and staring at bobby as he attempted to converse with niko. niko’s hand lifted and copied the same vaguely circular motion in a mocking response at the other. “thanks. i know.” the other male wasn’t exactly the first person he thought of turning to when he had problems but he was kinda touched by the gesture. “i’ll figure it out, don’t worry. if i’m still scared to come out of my room by next week, though, i give you permission to kick me out.” 

“ was i supposed to? you seem to be doing fine without one. “ bobby took a bite out of his sandwich and gave a pointed glare towards niko’s cereal. “ and as much as assuming makes an ass out of you and me or whatever, ” he continued, absentmindedly turning his back on niko and starting to rummage through the cupboards, “ i’m still right. you have to admit that. ”

the smirk he shot niko to punctuate his sentence with was smug, but was little more than a bit of empty posturing to break up the awkwardness that suddenly hung in the room. while the statement of support for the other boy had been in earnest, bobby couldn’t help but feel an immense relief when niko hadn’t taken him up on it. there was just too much-- sentimentality in the situation. and feelings, for better or worse, were a bridge that bobby had never really quite learned how to cross. 

“ you know i would never kick you out,” bobby turned back to niko in good humor, “ we have a lease, park. and, more importantly, you’ve got to pay your part of the rent. we’re not letting you out that easy. “

[ambroseias]

txt: mathieu ⇆ tbd.

mathieu: if i said i was willing to pay for whatever you ordered, would you go get some food with me

mathieu: i ran out of other distractions and i don’t have practice rn, so...

mathieu: y/n, you have 3 minutes to answer before i change my mind

kang: don't talk to me like that.

kang: you know it's a yes.

kang: just give me time to get back from the pool.

[bxthani-blog]

“not only am i the family disappointment academically…” a half-hearted laugh from the boy as he mused to the other sitting beside him on the grass. “… i also disappoint them in regards to the fact i never leave my dorm and i’ve yet to come home with a girlfriend… even though i’ve come out to them three times.” turning his head to the other, a small huff, “and how’s your day?”

[ambroseias]

kang ignored the question, “who gives a shit, dude? the only person who i care about disappointing is myself,” he thought about it for a moment, before editing the statement, “i guess--- to an extent.”

he shook his head, before putting up his arms in a complacent shrug, “i’m going to the mall. you can tag along if you want. get some sunshine at least. i don’t really know how to help about the other things.”

[ambroseias]

yellow ! i’m finally off my hiatus (thankfully) and i would love to get some threads and plot some stuff. [ as always, come check out my  BIO and WANTED CONNECTIONS if u haven’t already ] neways please like this post and i’ll slide into dms !!!

[nikopng]

@kingkanged

leaving the comforts of his bed, niko made his way down to the kitchen. he was half-expecting to find it empty (with bobby having played a trick on him after all) but when he turned the corner he was glad the other male was standing there. “are you gonna continue calling me out in real life too or can we move past that?” niko asked, hoping bobby’s ‘advice’ had stopped when their texts did. he grabbed his box of fruit loops – like the literal child he was – and took a seat at one of the bar stools for the kitchen island. “what are you making?” instantly curious, he tossed a handful of cereal into his mouth as he glanced across the counter at bobby. 

[ambroseias]

“ hey,  if i don’t do it-- “ he left the rest of the sentence hanging in midair, before going back to the fridge, “ i was making a sandwich and the shake for my workout. speaking of---- have you seen the protein powder around? can’t remember if i finished the last of it or not. ” there was a moment of silence, before bobby inhaled sharply, “oh wait-- yeah-- sorry, forgot who i was talking to. ‘course you don’t know. i’ll ask mat when he gets back. “

his stance softened and he shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable, “ look, i’m sorry. we’ll move on if you want. just know that- you know, ” he made some vaguely circular hand motions, “you know. i’m here. or whatever. “