Baz Carmichael

exorcist, priest, and bi disaster just pretending to have his shit together || rp blog | I follow from @adhddanieljackson | oc

[rockinrpmemes]

REBLOG if you rp with people despite not having the same “style” as you.

IE: You format, they really don’t. You use eeny teeny micro icons, they use regular/larger sizes….You don’t use icons at ALL but they do, etc etc….This doesn’t mean you quit writing your way, you still do you, but you don’t discriminate because someone’s threads and blogs don’t “mirror your aes” 

& BE HONEST!!!!!! 

Please don’t reblog if you say you are cool with mixed replies, and really aren’t. This post is meant for >>>networking<<< with fellow rp’ers that DO mix and match.

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“  just  get  in  the  pillow  fort,  okay  ?  ”

He laughed. "Do I have a choice?"

[dragonsmemesandrpchelp-a]

Small PSA

If we’re writing or even NOT writing together (yet!) you can always:

Message me ideas for the thread.

Message me ideas for a new thread.

Message me AU ideas.

Talk to me about anything pertaining to our muses interactions/interacting!

My inbox is always open to mutuals. So are my IMs!

Whether we roleplay together yet or not, don’t be shy to send something into my inbox!

[plotbunnie]

Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

So... *sebastian the angel was sitting cross legged in the room of exorcist* you know what your actually doing?

"What do you mean? And... who are you, exactly?" An unexpected visitor was the last thing Baz needed tonight. He'd just come home from a particularly rough case - it was never easy to accept that he hadn't been able to save the host - and he'd been hoping to change out of his bloody clothes, record the incident in the Book, and go to bed.

But instead, he had a guest.

[sebastian-au-hopping-deactivate]

Can’t you tell? *he jumps up* I’m sebastian the angel. You a exorcist should know holy power when you see it

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

"Nice name, if I do say so myself." He laughed weakly. "I'm Sebastian Carmichael... though I suspect you already know that. My friends call me Baz." He looked at the angel curiously. "I do recognize holy power, of course. But I'm afraid I'm a bit out of it tonight... and you shouldn't have been able to get in here, this place is warded against both demons and angels."

[lunanova-moon]

Open: Yesterday

Yesterday,

Love was such an easy game to play,

Now I need a place to hide away,

Oh, I believe in yesterday…

A black rose. A lone chair in an empty room. A black dress and veil. A path of tears. Crumpled tissues scattered around the floor. Blank eyes, staring mindlessly at the wall. But then…a sound. A keening whine, that was quiet at first, but quickly grew into a loud screech. And then- nothing. Just a void.

Luna woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. Just a dream. Right. She sat up, untangling herself from the sheets and blankets, and looked at the time. 5:06 AM. She sighed, laying back down and pulling her phone from its charger. There were twelve unread messages, all from…her sister? 

Luna, are you up? Hello? Please answer… Call me Please Luna. It’s important. … Fine. It’s Mom. She’s been hurt. Bad. Come to the hospital.

Then, later, one single message.

I’m sorry. She’s gone.

She shot up, calling her sister. “Astra?”

“Luna.” She was…crying. “I’m so sorry…she’s gone. She- she told me to tell you…she loved you, and that she was sorry. For failing you. And there’s something she wanted me to give you…a note.”

Tears spilled from her own eyes, falling in rapid succession. “No…there’s no way. She can’t be gone. Not- not now.”

“I know.” Her sister paused. “I have to go, but…promise me you’ll talk to someone, anyone, about it. I don’t want you to bottle it up like you did with Rei. I love you.” She hung up, without another word.

The next day, she had arranged a meeting with one of her friends, one who she thought she could talk with the easiest. She had invited […] to her house, for the sake of privacy, and had already prepped tons of tissues and chocolates. When the doorbell rang, she opened it without a second thought. “Hey…thanks for coming.”

((open, as always, but tagging))

@umbrellaacademyroleplays @human-hordak-official @bazcarmichaelofficial @somerandompokemon @khrysaor-abaddon @askuroboros @scythe-boi-64 @ anyone else :)

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

Baz had grown accustomed to people turning to him after the loss of a loved one. Often people needed his guidance, or just the comfort religion could provide.

But he knew that Luna was calling upon him now not as a priest, but as a friend.

They had been friends for years now. Luna had been beside him during the darkest time in his life, and it was his turn to be there for her.

“Of course.” He smiled softly.

[lunanova-moon]

She motioned for him to come in. “C’mon in.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He stepped inside. “How are you doing?”

[lunanova-moon]

She sighed. “Holding together…barely.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He nodded. “I understand. I was very young when I lost my father, but… I still remember the pain of losing a parent. I’m so sorry, Luna.”

[lunanova-moon]

She stepped forward, crashing into him, hugging him tightly. “I just…wish I could’ve been there…to see her one last time.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He hugged back. “I know.”

[lunanova-moon]

She buried her face into his shoulder, tears spilling from her eyes. “I miss her so much already…”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He held her close. “I know. And I won’t tell you that you’ll ever stop missing her, because you won’t, and I don’t think you’d want to. But… eventually it’ll hurt less. That I do know.”

[lunanova-moon]

She nodded, sniffling. “Thank you…” Tears still fell from her eyes, but she had calmed down a little bit.

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

"Of course." He smiled kindly.

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

So... *sebastian the angel was sitting cross legged in the room of exorcist* you know what your actually doing?

"What do you mean? And... who are you, exactly?" An unexpected visitor was the last thing Baz needed tonight. He'd just come home from a particularly rough case - it was never easy to accept that he hadn't been able to save the host - and he'd been hoping to change out of his bloody clothes, record the incident in the Book, and go to bed.

But instead, he had a guest.

[lunanova-moon]

Open: Yesterday

Yesterday,

Love was such an easy game to play,

Now I need a place to hide away,

Oh, I believe in yesterday…

A black rose. A lone chair in an empty room. A black dress and veil. A path of tears. Crumpled tissues scattered around the floor. Blank eyes, staring mindlessly at the wall. But then…a sound. A keening whine, that was quiet at first, but quickly grew into a loud screech. And then- nothing. Just a void.

Luna woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. Just a dream. Right. She sat up, untangling herself from the sheets and blankets, and looked at the time. 5:06 AM. She sighed, laying back down and pulling her phone from its charger. There were twelve unread messages, all from…her sister? 

Luna, are you up? Hello? Please answer… Call me Please Luna. It’s important. … Fine. It’s Mom. She’s been hurt. Bad. Come to the hospital.

Then, later, one single message.

I’m sorry. She’s gone.

She shot up, calling her sister. “Astra?”

“Luna.” She was…crying. “I’m so sorry…she’s gone. She- she told me to tell you…she loved you, and that she was sorry. For failing you. And there’s something she wanted me to give you…a note.”

Tears spilled from her own eyes, falling in rapid succession. “No…there’s no way. She can’t be gone. Not- not now.”

“I know.” Her sister paused. “I have to go, but…promise me you’ll talk to someone, anyone, about it. I don’t want you to bottle it up like you did with Rei. I love you.” She hung up, without another word.

The next day, she had arranged a meeting with one of her friends, one who she thought she could talk with the easiest. She had invited […] to her house, for the sake of privacy, and had already prepped tons of tissues and chocolates. When the doorbell rang, she opened it without a second thought. “Hey…thanks for coming.”

((open, as always, but tagging))

@umbrellaacademyroleplays @human-hordak-official @bazcarmichaelofficial @somerandompokemon @khrysaor-abaddon @askuroboros @scythe-boi-64 @ anyone else :)

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

Baz had grown accustomed to people turning to him after the loss of a loved one. Often people needed his guidance, or just the comfort religion could provide.

But he knew that Luna was calling upon him now not as a priest, but as a friend.

They had been friends for years now. Luna had been beside him during the darkest time in his life, and it was his turn to be there for her.

“Of course.” He smiled softly.

[lunanova-moon]

She motioned for him to come in. “C’mon in.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He stepped inside. “How are you doing?”

[lunanova-moon]

She sighed. “Holding together…barely.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He nodded. “I understand. I was very young when I lost my father, but… I still remember the pain of losing a parent. I’m so sorry, Luna.”

[lunanova-moon]

She stepped forward, crashing into him, hugging him tightly. “I just…wish I could’ve been there…to see her one last time.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He hugged back. “I know.”

[lunanova-moon]

She buried her face into his shoulder, tears spilling from her eyes. “I miss her so much already…”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He held her close. "I know. And I won't tell you that you'll ever stop missing her, because you won't, and I don't think you'd want to. But... eventually it'll hurt less. That I do know."

[lunanova-moon]

Open: Little Miss Perfect

Luna was the perfect daughter- she had perfect grades, never blacked out at parties, never got into trouble, she was the spitting image of femininity. Her parents were proud of her- so why wasn’t she? She should be proud, thankful even, for the life she had. Everything came so naturally to her. She would be valedictorian of her class, no doubt, when she graduated. She had everything. Perfect friends, perfect family, perfect life, perfect looks. But she couldn’t see herself as anything more than flawed.

She had been taking extra college classes on campus, volunteering at local businesses for work experiences, preparing for a perfect life. Everything had been planned out since the moment she was born- she would go to school, study, get straight A’s, go to college on a full scholarship- not that her family needed it, she just had to be that perfect- and graduate, and become a lawyer or a nurse, spending the rest of her life cooped up doing something that kept her family name safe. It didn’t matter if it was what she wanted, her parents wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Luna was sitting in the library of her school- Blue Sky Academy for Girls- studying for an upcoming test. The test was next week, of course, but her parents insisted that she started preparing for a test as soon as it was announced, especially her exams. She couldn’t keep her mind focused, though, it kept wandering to what she could be if she didn’t have to be perfect. She shook her head, in an attempt to clear her mind, staring down at her History textbook.

((tagging, but open as always))

@umbrellaacademyroleplays @human-hordak-official @scott-ryan-official @that-guy-toni @ whoever else feels like it?

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

((Teen Baz! He’s very different as a teen than he is as an adult, he’s still working through some Trauma™️ and is coping in some… less than healthy ways))

Baz was basically the polar opposite of Luna. He was almost 18 and had been raised by nuns for the past year or so, but they didn’t seem to have rubbed off on him at all.

He didn’t go to Luna’s school, of course; as far as anyone knew, he didn’t seem to go to any school.

He looked like your typical punk, and he definitely had a rebellious streak. He smoked, and he drank… probably more than was healthy. And he didn’t seem to care what anyone thought of him.

He and Luna were friends. Sort of. He wasn’t really sure. But either way, he was sitting on the front steps of her school, smoking a cigarette and listening to music while he waited for her.

[lunanova-moon]

((ok i love their dynamic so much like- aaaah))

After she had finished studying, she packed up and headed outside. “Hey,” she said, waving away the smoke. “What’s up?”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“I’ve been waiting for you.” He took off his headphones. “What took you so long?”

[lunanova-moon]

“I had to study. You know my parents, I’ve gotta study for tests the minute they’re announced.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why don’t you just… you know… not? It’s not like they’ll know. They’re not here.”

[lunanova-moon]

She shrugged. “I mean, it’s better to be over-prepared than not. And it’s not like I don’t know the material, I just go over it once or twice.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why do you just… do whatever your parents say? I mean, it’s obvious you’re not happy being little miss perfect. Not really.”

[lunanova-moon]

“Because I know If I don’t turn out right, then my parents will force their will onto one of my other siblings, and I don’t want them to have to go through it.” She brushed off the step before sitting down. “Besides, they’re setting me up for a good life…a perfect career, perfect family…hopefully the happiness comes with it.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“You’ll never be happy living a life someone else picked out for you.” He sighed. “Trust me. I tried that.”

[lunanova-moon]

She stared out at the busy road that led to the school, full of cars waiting to get out of the parking lot, and for the younger children, parents waiting to get in. “Well…then maybe it’s not for me. But I really don’t want my siblings to have to do what I did. So I’ll stick it out, at least until I move out and get married to someone they pick out for me. Then maybe I’ll try something new.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why are they like that, anyway? Are they super religious or something? Because I live with nuns and even they aren’t… you know, like that.”

[lunanova-moon]

“Something about preserving the family name, I don’t know. People want a trophy wife, so basically the richest family gets me. It’s…a mess.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“‘Family name,’ that’s some bullshit.” He laughed. “I mean, to each their own, but… it’s still bullshit.”

[lunanova-moon]

She sighed. “I know…but I can’t just leave. My mom would send out a literal army to find me. I don’t exactly fancy being manhunted.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He suddenly had an idea. “They want you to find a rich husband, right? I recently found out that my father left me quite a bit of money. It wouldn’t get you out of there right away, but… if I could meet your parents and get them to like me… in a few years, we get married, you get away from there. We get divorced but don’t tell anyone, we’re both free to live our lives, your parents think you have a rich husband, you’re away from them, and unlike whoever they might pick out for you, I’ll just… let you live your life.”

((Baz Carmichael: a walking, talking Fake Dating AU))

((He’s basically like “well she probably won’t even like whoever her parents pick. And he’d probably expect her to be the perfect trophy wife, which wouldn’t make her happy.” And he’s got this need to fix things. Including every single one of his friends’ problems.))

[lunanova-moon]

((i mean me too? i’ll fix everyone else’s problems before i fix my own lmaoo))

“I…suppose that could work. It’s better than being stuck with a guy that hates me. But what if my parents want grandchildren…and I’m sure they will.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“You could always adopt. If you want kids, I mean. If you don’t, too bad for them, they’re just gonna have to deal with it. They don’t get to control something as important as if you have kids or not. That’s your choice.”

[lunanova-moon]

She nodded. “I guess that makes sense.” She smiled slowly. “It could work.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He nodded, grinning. “I’m sure it will!”

[lunanova-moon]

“I’ll talk with my father about setting up a date for them to meet you.” She chuckled. “Hopefully, if everything goes right, they’ll approve of you and allow use to see each other.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“I’m sure I can make myself… presentable.” He laughed. “By the way, if that’s gonna mean I have to cut my hair, then the deal’s off,” he joked.

[lunanova-moon]

She tilted her head, looking at his hair. “I think there’s a way we can make it look good. And if you want, you can probably use some of my brother’s clothes.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

"Alright." He smiled.

[lunanova-moon]

Open: Yesterday

Yesterday,

Love was such an easy game to play,

Now I need a place to hide away,

Oh, I believe in yesterday…

A black rose. A lone chair in an empty room. A black dress and veil. A path of tears. Crumpled tissues scattered around the floor. Blank eyes, staring mindlessly at the wall. But then…a sound. A keening whine, that was quiet at first, but quickly grew into a loud screech. And then- nothing. Just a void.

Luna woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. Just a dream. Right. She sat up, untangling herself from the sheets and blankets, and looked at the time. 5:06 AM. She sighed, laying back down and pulling her phone from its charger. There were twelve unread messages, all from…her sister? 

Luna, are you up? Hello? Please answer… Call me Please Luna. It’s important. … Fine. It’s Mom. She’s been hurt. Bad. Come to the hospital.

Then, later, one single message.

I’m sorry. She’s gone.

She shot up, calling her sister. “Astra?”

“Luna.” She was…crying. “I’m so sorry…she’s gone. She- she told me to tell you…she loved you, and that she was sorry. For failing you. And there’s something she wanted me to give you…a note.”

Tears spilled from her own eyes, falling in rapid succession. “No…there’s no way. She can’t be gone. Not- not now.”

“I know.” Her sister paused. “I have to go, but…promise me you’ll talk to someone, anyone, about it. I don’t want you to bottle it up like you did with Rei. I love you.” She hung up, without another word.

The next day, she had arranged a meeting with one of her friends, one who she thought she could talk with the easiest. She had invited […] to her house, for the sake of privacy, and had already prepped tons of tissues and chocolates. When the doorbell rang, she opened it without a second thought. “Hey…thanks for coming.”

((open, as always, but tagging))

@umbrellaacademyroleplays @human-hordak-official @bazcarmichaelofficial @somerandompokemon @khrysaor-abaddon @askuroboros @scythe-boi-64 @ anyone else :)

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

Baz had grown accustomed to people turning to him after the loss of a loved one. Often people needed his guidance, or just the comfort religion could provide.

But he knew that Luna was calling upon him now not as a priest, but as a friend.

They had been friends for years now. Luna had been beside him during the darkest time in his life, and it was his turn to be there for her.

“Of course.” He smiled softly.

[lunanova-moon]

She motioned for him to come in. “C’mon in.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He stepped inside. “How are you doing?”

[lunanova-moon]

She sighed. “Holding together…barely.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He nodded. “I understand. I was very young when I lost my father, but… I still remember the pain of losing a parent. I’m so sorry, Luna.”

[lunanova-moon]

She stepped forward, crashing into him, hugging him tightly. “I just…wish I could’ve been there…to see her one last time.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He hugged back. "I know."

[lunanova-moon]

Open: Little Miss Perfect

Luna was the perfect daughter- she had perfect grades, never blacked out at parties, never got into trouble, she was the spitting image of femininity. Her parents were proud of her- so why wasn’t she? She should be proud, thankful even, for the life she had. Everything came so naturally to her. She would be valedictorian of her class, no doubt, when she graduated. She had everything. Perfect friends, perfect family, perfect life, perfect looks. But she couldn’t see herself as anything more than flawed.

She had been taking extra college classes on campus, volunteering at local businesses for work experiences, preparing for a perfect life. Everything had been planned out since the moment she was born- she would go to school, study, get straight A’s, go to college on a full scholarship- not that her family needed it, she just had to be that perfect- and graduate, and become a lawyer or a nurse, spending the rest of her life cooped up doing something that kept her family name safe. It didn’t matter if it was what she wanted, her parents wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Luna was sitting in the library of her school- Blue Sky Academy for Girls- studying for an upcoming test. The test was next week, of course, but her parents insisted that she started preparing for a test as soon as it was announced, especially her exams. She couldn’t keep her mind focused, though, it kept wandering to what she could be if she didn’t have to be perfect. She shook her head, in an attempt to clear her mind, staring down at her History textbook.

((tagging, but open as always))

@umbrellaacademyroleplays @human-hordak-official @scott-ryan-official @that-guy-toni @ whoever else feels like it?

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

((Teen Baz! He’s very different as a teen than he is as an adult, he’s still working through some Trauma™️ and is coping in some… less than healthy ways))

Baz was basically the polar opposite of Luna. He was almost 18 and had been raised by nuns for the past year or so, but they didn’t seem to have rubbed off on him at all.

He didn’t go to Luna’s school, of course; as far as anyone knew, he didn’t seem to go to any school.

He looked like your typical punk, and he definitely had a rebellious streak. He smoked, and he drank… probably more than was healthy. And he didn’t seem to care what anyone thought of him.

He and Luna were friends. Sort of. He wasn’t really sure. But either way, he was sitting on the front steps of her school, smoking a cigarette and listening to music while he waited for her.

[lunanova-moon]

((ok i love their dynamic so much like- aaaah))

After she had finished studying, she packed up and headed outside. “Hey,” she said, waving away the smoke. “What’s up?”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“I’ve been waiting for you.” He took off his headphones. “What took you so long?”

[lunanova-moon]

“I had to study. You know my parents, I’ve gotta study for tests the minute they’re announced.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why don’t you just… you know… not? It’s not like they’ll know. They’re not here.”

[lunanova-moon]

She shrugged. “I mean, it’s better to be over-prepared than not. And it’s not like I don’t know the material, I just go over it once or twice.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why do you just… do whatever your parents say? I mean, it’s obvious you’re not happy being little miss perfect. Not really.”

[lunanova-moon]

“Because I know If I don’t turn out right, then my parents will force their will onto one of my other siblings, and I don’t want them to have to go through it.” She brushed off the step before sitting down. “Besides, they’re setting me up for a good life…a perfect career, perfect family…hopefully the happiness comes with it.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“You’ll never be happy living a life someone else picked out for you.” He sighed. “Trust me. I tried that.”

[lunanova-moon]

She stared out at the busy road that led to the school, full of cars waiting to get out of the parking lot, and for the younger children, parents waiting to get in. “Well…then maybe it’s not for me. But I really don’t want my siblings to have to do what I did. So I’ll stick it out, at least until I move out and get married to someone they pick out for me. Then maybe I’ll try something new.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why are they like that, anyway? Are they super religious or something? Because I live with nuns and even they aren’t… you know, like that.”

[lunanova-moon]

“Something about preserving the family name, I don’t know. People want a trophy wife, so basically the richest family gets me. It’s…a mess.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“‘Family name,’ that’s some bullshit.” He laughed. “I mean, to each their own, but… it’s still bullshit.”

[lunanova-moon]

She sighed. “I know…but I can’t just leave. My mom would send out a literal army to find me. I don’t exactly fancy being manhunted.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He suddenly had an idea. “They want you to find a rich husband, right? I recently found out that my father left me quite a bit of money. It wouldn’t get you out of there right away, but… if I could meet your parents and get them to like me… in a few years, we get married, you get away from there. We get divorced but don’t tell anyone, we’re both free to live our lives, your parents think you have a rich husband, you’re away from them, and unlike whoever they might pick out for you, I’ll just… let you live your life.”

((Baz Carmichael: a walking, talking Fake Dating AU))

((He’s basically like “well she probably won’t even like whoever her parents pick. And he’d probably expect her to be the perfect trophy wife, which wouldn’t make her happy.” And he’s got this need to fix things. Including every single one of his friends’ problems.))

[lunanova-moon]

((i mean me too? i’ll fix everyone else’s problems before i fix my own lmaoo))

“I…suppose that could work. It’s better than being stuck with a guy that hates me. But what if my parents want grandchildren…and I’m sure they will.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“You could always adopt. If you want kids, I mean. If you don’t, too bad for them, they’re just gonna have to deal with it. They don’t get to control something as important as if you have kids or not. That’s your choice.”

[lunanova-moon]

She nodded. “I guess that makes sense.” She smiled slowly. “It could work.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He nodded, grinning. “I’m sure it will!”

[lunanova-moon]

“I’ll talk with my father about setting up a date for them to meet you.” She chuckled. “Hopefully, if everything goes right, they’ll approve of you and allow use to see each other.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

"I'm sure I can make myself... presentable." He laughed. "By the way, if that's gonna mean I have to cut my hair, then the deal's off," he joked.

[lunanova-moon]

Open: Yesterday

Yesterday,

Love was such an easy game to play,

Now I need a place to hide away,

Oh, I believe in yesterday…

A black rose. A lone chair in an empty room. A black dress and veil. A path of tears. Crumpled tissues scattered around the floor. Blank eyes, staring mindlessly at the wall. But then…a sound. A keening whine, that was quiet at first, but quickly grew into a loud screech. And then- nothing. Just a void.

Luna woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. Just a dream. Right. She sat up, untangling herself from the sheets and blankets, and looked at the time. 5:06 AM. She sighed, laying back down and pulling her phone from its charger. There were twelve unread messages, all from…her sister? 

Luna, are you up? Hello? Please answer… Call me Please Luna. It’s important. … Fine. It’s Mom. She’s been hurt. Bad. Come to the hospital.

Then, later, one single message.

I’m sorry. She’s gone.

She shot up, calling her sister. “Astra?”

“Luna.” She was…crying. “I’m so sorry…she’s gone. She- she told me to tell you…she loved you, and that she was sorry. For failing you. And there’s something she wanted me to give you…a note.”

Tears spilled from her own eyes, falling in rapid succession. “No…there’s no way. She can’t be gone. Not- not now.”

“I know.” Her sister paused. “I have to go, but…promise me you’ll talk to someone, anyone, about it. I don’t want you to bottle it up like you did with Rei. I love you.” She hung up, without another word.

The next day, she had arranged a meeting with one of her friends, one who she thought she could talk with the easiest. She had invited […] to her house, for the sake of privacy, and had already prepped tons of tissues and chocolates. When the doorbell rang, she opened it without a second thought. “Hey…thanks for coming.”

((open, as always, but tagging))

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[bazcarmichaelofficial]

Baz had grown accustomed to people turning to him after the loss of a loved one. Often people needed his guidance, or just the comfort religion could provide.

But he knew that Luna was calling upon him now not as a priest, but as a friend.

They had been friends for years now. Luna had been beside him during the darkest time in his life, and it was his turn to be there for her.

“Of course.” He smiled softly.

[lunanova-moon]

She motioned for him to come in. “C’mon in.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He stepped inside. “How are you doing?”

[lunanova-moon]

She sighed. “Holding together…barely.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He nodded. "I understand. I was very young when I lost my father, but... I still remember the pain of losing a parent. I'm so sorry, Luna."

[lunanova-moon]

Open: Little Miss Perfect

Luna was the perfect daughter- she had perfect grades, never blacked out at parties, never got into trouble, she was the spitting image of femininity. Her parents were proud of her- so why wasn’t she? She should be proud, thankful even, for the life she had. Everything came so naturally to her. She would be valedictorian of her class, no doubt, when she graduated. She had everything. Perfect friends, perfect family, perfect life, perfect looks. But she couldn’t see herself as anything more than flawed.

She had been taking extra college classes on campus, volunteering at local businesses for work experiences, preparing for a perfect life. Everything had been planned out since the moment she was born- she would go to school, study, get straight A’s, go to college on a full scholarship- not that her family needed it, she just had to be that perfect- and graduate, and become a lawyer or a nurse, spending the rest of her life cooped up doing something that kept her family name safe. It didn’t matter if it was what she wanted, her parents wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Luna was sitting in the library of her school- Blue Sky Academy for Girls- studying for an upcoming test. The test was next week, of course, but her parents insisted that she started preparing for a test as soon as it was announced, especially her exams. She couldn’t keep her mind focused, though, it kept wandering to what she could be if she didn’t have to be perfect. She shook her head, in an attempt to clear her mind, staring down at her History textbook.

((tagging, but open as always))

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[bazcarmichaelofficial]

((Teen Baz! He’s very different as a teen than he is as an adult, he’s still working through some Trauma™️ and is coping in some… less than healthy ways))

Baz was basically the polar opposite of Luna. He was almost 18 and had been raised by nuns for the past year or so, but they didn’t seem to have rubbed off on him at all.

He didn’t go to Luna’s school, of course; as far as anyone knew, he didn’t seem to go to any school.

He looked like your typical punk, and he definitely had a rebellious streak. He smoked, and he drank… probably more than was healthy. And he didn’t seem to care what anyone thought of him.

He and Luna were friends. Sort of. He wasn’t really sure. But either way, he was sitting on the front steps of her school, smoking a cigarette and listening to music while he waited for her.

[lunanova-moon]

((ok i love their dynamic so much like- aaaah))

After she had finished studying, she packed up and headed outside. “Hey,” she said, waving away the smoke. “What’s up?”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“I’ve been waiting for you.” He took off his headphones. “What took you so long?”

[lunanova-moon]

“I had to study. You know my parents, I’ve gotta study for tests the minute they’re announced.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why don’t you just… you know… not? It’s not like they’ll know. They’re not here.”

[lunanova-moon]

She shrugged. “I mean, it’s better to be over-prepared than not. And it’s not like I don’t know the material, I just go over it once or twice.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why do you just… do whatever your parents say? I mean, it’s obvious you’re not happy being little miss perfect. Not really.”

[lunanova-moon]

“Because I know If I don’t turn out right, then my parents will force their will onto one of my other siblings, and I don’t want them to have to go through it.” She brushed off the step before sitting down. “Besides, they’re setting me up for a good life…a perfect career, perfect family…hopefully the happiness comes with it.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“You’ll never be happy living a life someone else picked out for you.” He sighed. “Trust me. I tried that.”

[lunanova-moon]

She stared out at the busy road that led to the school, full of cars waiting to get out of the parking lot, and for the younger children, parents waiting to get in. “Well…then maybe it’s not for me. But I really don’t want my siblings to have to do what I did. So I’ll stick it out, at least until I move out and get married to someone they pick out for me. Then maybe I’ll try something new.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why are they like that, anyway? Are they super religious or something? Because I live with nuns and even they aren’t… you know, like that.”

[lunanova-moon]

“Something about preserving the family name, I don’t know. People want a trophy wife, so basically the richest family gets me. It’s…a mess.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“‘Family name,’ that’s some bullshit.” He laughed. “I mean, to each their own, but… it’s still bullshit.”

[lunanova-moon]

She sighed. “I know…but I can’t just leave. My mom would send out a literal army to find me. I don’t exactly fancy being manhunted.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He suddenly had an idea. “They want you to find a rich husband, right? I recently found out that my father left me quite a bit of money. It wouldn’t get you out of there right away, but… if I could meet your parents and get them to like me… in a few years, we get married, you get away from there. We get divorced but don’t tell anyone, we’re both free to live our lives, your parents think you have a rich husband, you’re away from them, and unlike whoever they might pick out for you, I’ll just… let you live your life.”

((Baz Carmichael: a walking, talking Fake Dating AU))

((He’s basically like “well she probably won’t even like whoever her parents pick. And he’d probably expect her to be the perfect trophy wife, which wouldn’t make her happy.” And he’s got this need to fix things. Including every single one of his friends’ problems.))

[lunanova-moon]

((i mean me too? i’ll fix everyone else’s problems before i fix my own lmaoo))

“I…suppose that could work. It’s better than being stuck with a guy that hates me. But what if my parents want grandchildren…and I’m sure they will.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“You could always adopt. If you want kids, I mean. If you don’t, too bad for them, they’re just gonna have to deal with it. They don’t get to control something as important as if you have kids or not. That’s your choice.”

[lunanova-moon]

She nodded. “I guess that makes sense.” She smiled slowly. “It could work.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He nodded, grinning. "I'm sure it will!"

[lunanova-moon]

Open: Yesterday

Yesterday,

Love was such an easy game to play,

Now I need a place to hide away,

Oh, I believe in yesterday…

A black rose. A lone chair in an empty room. A black dress and veil. A path of tears. Crumpled tissues scattered around the floor. Blank eyes, staring mindlessly at the wall. But then…a sound. A keening whine, that was quiet at first, but quickly grew into a loud screech. And then- nothing. Just a void.

Luna woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. Just a dream. Right. She sat up, untangling herself from the sheets and blankets, and looked at the time. 5:06 AM. She sighed, laying back down and pulling her phone from its charger. There were twelve unread messages, all from…her sister? 

Luna, are you up? Hello? Please answer… Call me Please Luna. It’s important. … Fine. It’s Mom. She’s been hurt. Bad. Come to the hospital.

Then, later, one single message.

I’m sorry. She’s gone.

She shot up, calling her sister. “Astra?”

“Luna.” She was…crying. “I’m so sorry…she’s gone. She- she told me to tell you…she loved you, and that she was sorry. For failing you. And there’s something she wanted me to give you…a note.”

Tears spilled from her own eyes, falling in rapid succession. “No…there’s no way. She can’t be gone. Not- not now.”

“I know.” Her sister paused. “I have to go, but…promise me you’ll talk to someone, anyone, about it. I don’t want you to bottle it up like you did with Rei. I love you.” She hung up, without another word.

The next day, she had arranged a meeting with one of her friends, one who she thought she could talk with the easiest. She had invited […] to her house, for the sake of privacy, and had already prepped tons of tissues and chocolates. When the doorbell rang, she opened it without a second thought. “Hey…thanks for coming.”

((open, as always, but tagging))

@umbrellaacademyroleplays @human-hordak-official @bazcarmichaelofficial @somerandompokemon @khrysaor-abaddon @askuroboros @scythe-boi-64 @ anyone else :)

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

Baz had grown accustomed to people turning to him after the loss of a loved one. Often people needed his guidance, or just the comfort religion could provide.

But he knew that Luna was calling upon him now not as a priest, but as a friend.

They had been friends for years now. Luna had been beside him during the darkest time in his life, and it was his turn to be there for her.

“Of course.” He smiled softly.

[lunanova-moon]

She motioned for him to come in. “C’mon in.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He stepped inside. "How are you doing?"

[lunanova-moon]

Open: Little Miss Perfect

Luna was the perfect daughter- she had perfect grades, never blacked out at parties, never got into trouble, she was the spitting image of femininity. Her parents were proud of her- so why wasn’t she? She should be proud, thankful even, for the life she had. Everything came so naturally to her. She would be valedictorian of her class, no doubt, when she graduated. She had everything. Perfect friends, perfect family, perfect life, perfect looks. But she couldn’t see herself as anything more than flawed.

She had been taking extra college classes on campus, volunteering at local businesses for work experiences, preparing for a perfect life. Everything had been planned out since the moment she was born- she would go to school, study, get straight A’s, go to college on a full scholarship- not that her family needed it, she just had to be that perfect- and graduate, and become a lawyer or a nurse, spending the rest of her life cooped up doing something that kept her family name safe. It didn’t matter if it was what she wanted, her parents wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Luna was sitting in the library of her school- Blue Sky Academy for Girls- studying for an upcoming test. The test was next week, of course, but her parents insisted that she started preparing for a test as soon as it was announced, especially her exams. She couldn’t keep her mind focused, though, it kept wandering to what she could be if she didn’t have to be perfect. She shook her head, in an attempt to clear her mind, staring down at her History textbook.

((tagging, but open as always))

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[bazcarmichaelofficial]

((Teen Baz! He’s very different as a teen than he is as an adult, he’s still working through some Trauma™️ and is coping in some… less than healthy ways))

Baz was basically the polar opposite of Luna. He was almost 18 and had been raised by nuns for the past year or so, but they didn’t seem to have rubbed off on him at all.

He didn’t go to Luna’s school, of course; as far as anyone knew, he didn’t seem to go to any school.

He looked like your typical punk, and he definitely had a rebellious streak. He smoked, and he drank… probably more than was healthy. And he didn’t seem to care what anyone thought of him.

He and Luna were friends. Sort of. He wasn’t really sure. But either way, he was sitting on the front steps of her school, smoking a cigarette and listening to music while he waited for her.

[lunanova-moon]

((ok i love their dynamic so much like- aaaah))

After she had finished studying, she packed up and headed outside. “Hey,” she said, waving away the smoke. “What’s up?”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“I’ve been waiting for you.” He took off his headphones. “What took you so long?”

[lunanova-moon]

“I had to study. You know my parents, I’ve gotta study for tests the minute they’re announced.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why don’t you just… you know… not? It’s not like they’ll know. They’re not here.”

[lunanova-moon]

She shrugged. “I mean, it’s better to be over-prepared than not. And it’s not like I don’t know the material, I just go over it once or twice.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why do you just… do whatever your parents say? I mean, it’s obvious you’re not happy being little miss perfect. Not really.”

[lunanova-moon]

“Because I know If I don’t turn out right, then my parents will force their will onto one of my other siblings, and I don’t want them to have to go through it.” She brushed off the step before sitting down. “Besides, they’re setting me up for a good life…a perfect career, perfect family…hopefully the happiness comes with it.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“You’ll never be happy living a life someone else picked out for you.” He sighed. “Trust me. I tried that.”

[lunanova-moon]

She stared out at the busy road that led to the school, full of cars waiting to get out of the parking lot, and for the younger children, parents waiting to get in. “Well…then maybe it’s not for me. But I really don’t want my siblings to have to do what I did. So I’ll stick it out, at least until I move out and get married to someone they pick out for me. Then maybe I’ll try something new.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why are they like that, anyway? Are they super religious or something? Because I live with nuns and even they aren’t… you know, like that.”

[lunanova-moon]

“Something about preserving the family name, I don’t know. People want a trophy wife, so basically the richest family gets me. It’s…a mess.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“‘Family name,’ that’s some bullshit.” He laughed. “I mean, to each their own, but… it’s still bullshit.”

[lunanova-moon]

She sighed. “I know…but I can’t just leave. My mom would send out a literal army to find me. I don’t exactly fancy being manhunted.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He suddenly had an idea. “They want you to find a rich husband, right? I recently found out that my father left me quite a bit of money. It wouldn’t get you out of there right away, but… if I could meet your parents and get them to like me… in a few years, we get married, you get away from there. We get divorced but don’t tell anyone, we’re both free to live our lives, your parents think you have a rich husband, you’re away from them, and unlike whoever they might pick out for you, I’ll just… let you live your life.”

((Baz Carmichael: a walking, talking Fake Dating AU))

((He’s basically like “well she probably won’t even like whoever her parents pick. And he’d probably expect her to be the perfect trophy wife, which wouldn’t make her happy.” And he’s got this need to fix things. Including every single one of his friends’ problems.))

[lunanova-moon]

((i mean me too? i’ll fix everyone else’s problems before i fix my own lmaoo))

“I…suppose that could work. It’s better than being stuck with a guy that hates me. But what if my parents want grandchildren…and I’m sure they will.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

"You could always adopt. If you want kids, I mean. If you don't, too bad for them, they're just gonna have to deal with it. They don't get to control something as important as if you have kids or not. That's your choice."

[lunanova-moon]

Open: Yesterday

Yesterday,

Love was such an easy game to play,

Now I need a place to hide away,

Oh, I believe in yesterday…

A black rose. A lone chair in an empty room. A black dress and veil. A path of tears. Crumpled tissues scattered around the floor. Blank eyes, staring mindlessly at the wall. But then…a sound. A keening whine, that was quiet at first, but quickly grew into a loud screech. And then- nothing. Just a void.

Luna woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. Just a dream. Right. She sat up, untangling herself from the sheets and blankets, and looked at the time. 5:06 AM. She sighed, laying back down and pulling her phone from its charger. There were twelve unread messages, all from…her sister? 

Luna, are you up? Hello? Please answer… Call me Please Luna. It’s important. … Fine. It’s Mom. She’s been hurt. Bad. Come to the hospital.

Then, later, one single message.

I’m sorry. She’s gone.

She shot up, calling her sister. “Astra?”

“Luna.” She was…crying. “I’m so sorry…she’s gone. She- she told me to tell you…she loved you, and that she was sorry. For failing you. And there’s something she wanted me to give you…a note.”

Tears spilled from her own eyes, falling in rapid succession. “No…there’s no way. She can’t be gone. Not- not now.”

“I know.” Her sister paused. “I have to go, but…promise me you’ll talk to someone, anyone, about it. I don’t want you to bottle it up like you did with Rei. I love you.” She hung up, without another word.

The next day, she had arranged a meeting with one of her friends, one who she thought she could talk with the easiest. She had invited […] to her house, for the sake of privacy, and had already prepped tons of tissues and chocolates. When the doorbell rang, she opened it without a second thought. “Hey…thanks for coming.”

((open, as always, but tagging))

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[bazcarmichaelofficial]

Baz had grown accustomed to people turning to him after the loss of a loved one. Often people needed his guidance, or just the comfort religion could provide.

But he knew that Luna was calling upon him now not as a priest, but as a friend.

They had been friends for years now. Luna had been beside him during the darkest time in his life, and it was his turn to be there for her.

"Of course." He smiled softly.

[lunanova-moon]

Open: Little Miss Perfect

Luna was the perfect daughter- she had perfect grades, never blacked out at parties, never got into trouble, she was the spitting image of femininity. Her parents were proud of her- so why wasn’t she? She should be proud, thankful even, for the life she had. Everything came so naturally to her. She would be valedictorian of her class, no doubt, when she graduated. She had everything. Perfect friends, perfect family, perfect life, perfect looks. But she couldn’t see herself as anything more than flawed.

She had been taking extra college classes on campus, volunteering at local businesses for work experiences, preparing for a perfect life. Everything had been planned out since the moment she was born- she would go to school, study, get straight A’s, go to college on a full scholarship- not that her family needed it, she just had to be that perfect- and graduate, and become a lawyer or a nurse, spending the rest of her life cooped up doing something that kept her family name safe. It didn’t matter if it was what she wanted, her parents wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Luna was sitting in the library of her school- Blue Sky Academy for Girls- studying for an upcoming test. The test was next week, of course, but her parents insisted that she started preparing for a test as soon as it was announced, especially her exams. She couldn’t keep her mind focused, though, it kept wandering to what she could be if she didn’t have to be perfect. She shook her head, in an attempt to clear her mind, staring down at her History textbook.

((tagging, but open as always))

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[bazcarmichaelofficial]

((Teen Baz! He’s very different as a teen than he is as an adult, he’s still working through some Trauma™️ and is coping in some… less than healthy ways))

Baz was basically the polar opposite of Luna. He was almost 18 and had been raised by nuns for the past year or so, but they didn’t seem to have rubbed off on him at all.

He didn’t go to Luna’s school, of course; as far as anyone knew, he didn’t seem to go to any school.

He looked like your typical punk, and he definitely had a rebellious streak. He smoked, and he drank… probably more than was healthy. And he didn’t seem to care what anyone thought of him.

He and Luna were friends. Sort of. He wasn’t really sure. But either way, he was sitting on the front steps of her school, smoking a cigarette and listening to music while he waited for her.

[lunanova-moon]

((ok i love their dynamic so much like- aaaah))

After she had finished studying, she packed up and headed outside. “Hey,” she said, waving away the smoke. “What’s up?”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“I’ve been waiting for you.” He took off his headphones. “What took you so long?”

[lunanova-moon]

“I had to study. You know my parents, I’ve gotta study for tests the minute they’re announced.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why don’t you just… you know… not? It’s not like they’ll know. They’re not here.”

[lunanova-moon]

She shrugged. “I mean, it’s better to be over-prepared than not. And it’s not like I don’t know the material, I just go over it once or twice.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why do you just… do whatever your parents say? I mean, it’s obvious you’re not happy being little miss perfect. Not really.”

[lunanova-moon]

“Because I know If I don’t turn out right, then my parents will force their will onto one of my other siblings, and I don’t want them to have to go through it.” She brushed off the step before sitting down. “Besides, they’re setting me up for a good life…a perfect career, perfect family…hopefully the happiness comes with it.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“You’ll never be happy living a life someone else picked out for you.” He sighed. “Trust me. I tried that.”

[lunanova-moon]

She stared out at the busy road that led to the school, full of cars waiting to get out of the parking lot, and for the younger children, parents waiting to get in. “Well…then maybe it’s not for me. But I really don’t want my siblings to have to do what I did. So I’ll stick it out, at least until I move out and get married to someone they pick out for me. Then maybe I’ll try something new.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“Why are they like that, anyway? Are they super religious or something? Because I live with nuns and even they aren’t… you know, like that.”

[lunanova-moon]

“Something about preserving the family name, I don’t know. People want a trophy wife, so basically the richest family gets me. It’s…a mess.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

“‘Family name,’ that’s some bullshit.” He laughed. “I mean, to each their own, but… it’s still bullshit.”

[lunanova-moon]

She sighed. “I know…but I can’t just leave. My mom would send out a literal army to find me. I don’t exactly fancy being manhunted.”

[bazcarmichaelofficial]

He suddenly had an idea. "They want you to find a rich husband, right? I recently found out that my father left me quite a bit of money. It wouldn't get you out of there right away, but... if I could meet your parents and get them to like me... in a few years, we get married, you get away from there. We get divorced but don't tell anyone, we're both free to live our lives, your parents think you have a rich husband, you're away from them, and unlike whoever they might pick out for you, I'll just... let you live your life."

((Baz Carmichael: a walking, talking Fake Dating AU))

((He's basically like "well she probably won't even like whoever her parents pick. And he'd probably expect her to be the perfect trophy wife, which wouldn't make her happy." And he's got this need to fix things. Including every single one of his friends' problems.))