my ghost;

I'm searching for SOMETHING that I can't reach I don't like them innocent I don't want no face fresh Want them wearing leather B E G G I N G , let me be your TASTE TEST

[brcthschild]

he’s been walking around town in search of applications and wanted signs. it’s not even that he needs the money really. no he’s parents keep his accounts nice and stuffed, but it’s just; baby wants to experience new things. he wants to have some sort of independence and that’s why job hunting came to mind. so he’s been walking around all afternoon, roaming really at this point. it’s until he’s walking by a particular shop that he stops his search and walks in. objectively, he’ll say it was because the shop looked cool, reminded him of home and he wanted to take a peek. in reality; it’s because the woman in the window was honestly too hard to walk past and he wanted a closer look.

 // @adclias​

[brcthschild]

fliiss:

she’s been in class all morning which, for most college students, puts a damper on what could ordinarily be a laid back “humpday”. fliss, however, is not most college students and she actually prefers being curled up in a desk, learning, as opposed to staying at home and worrying about whether or not she’d be judged for not being social. so to say she’s in a good mood as she’s let out for her lunch break would be an understatement. her mood only brightens at the sound of a familiar voice, waving her over. “lunch?” she repeats, hiking her rucksack further up onto her shoulder. she’s due back in class on about an hour and half but that leaves time for him, she’s certain. “what did you have in mind?”

he can’t help but beam, more than thrilled that they managed to meet each other despite not making any plan whatsoever. “yes, lunch.” he nods, moving to walk beside her, has to be mindful to not stumble over his legs. baby won’t lie, it’s always been a good time to hang out with fliss, and he’s just glad she hasn’t shut him down. “well, i haven’t gotten that far yet. but whatever you want! i’ll buy, it’ll be my treat.” he promises with a grin, before looking down to make sure he’s not gonna trip. “anything you’re craving for?”

[brcthschild]

hawthorncs:

Noah’s got a coffee in one hand and his mobile in the other, idly scrolling through his emails without much thought towards his surroundings. He’s not really in a rush right now, his next obligation not coming for about an hour and forty-five minutes, so he’s killing time, trying to decide where to pick up a bite to eat. He doesn’t immediately notice that he’s being addressed, and in the end he actually has no idea if it’s him the words are directed at. Indigo eyes flit about them after he looks up, briefly hitching on the boy, and then carrying on to see who else he might be talking to. There’s not really anyone in the immediate vicinity – aside from him – and his lips part as he lets out a soft sigh, immediately uncertain and slightly uncomfortable. “Sorry, I’m a little confused. Are you talking to me?” Better safe than sorry, especially considering randomness of the request.

baby didn’t think this one through, as most of his daily decision to be honest, but it’s just if it’s one thing he hates than being hungry, it’s eating out alone. he feels a little silly as he watches the guy ignore him, then looks around and he kind of stands there, biting his lip nervously because he hadn’t noticed how intimidating the guy was. that and he was older, baby was never good with adults. “um, yeah! actually. i know it’s random, we don’t know each other but i just, i don’t like going somewhere to eat alone, i don’t know it’s just weird. but like i said, if you don’t want to, i understand. i’d say no too.”

[brcthschild]

usually he has his aunt to come with him, except usually she doesn’t work through her lunch break and forgets to inform baby. so he’s sitting on this random bench, looking down at his phone just as she texts him when he’s been waiting for a whole half hour. baby sighs, stuffing his phone into his pocket before standing up and stretching, letting out a small content breath as his gangly limbs feel more loose. after he’s done, he blinks and looks around before calling out the nearest person, “hey! i know this is random but um...” he flushed a bit, a little surprised with himself for taking the reigns like this. “did you wanna grab lunch with me? if you’re not busy! see my au-friend, cancelled and i’m kind of hungry but i hate eating out alone so...” he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck.

[brcthschild]

alright so here’s my new baby (except he’s not new at all) baby! please feel free to like this or message me if y’all down to plot with him. 

baby is actually a child of a chicago blackhawk and one of victoria’s angels, the press went wild when he was born and has had several nicknames such as victoria’s baby and baby hawk and he absolutely hates it.

he is actually the only baby of the couple to make it, therefore his mother hovers and babies him tremendously and it annoys him but he still very much is a momma’s boy.

that being said, baby was also born premature, which scared both of his parents and while he did survive, he has a terrible immune system as well as a weak set of lungs. (often getting infections, common colds and has to get a checkup every month.)

for the better part of his life, baby was sheltered and kept close to his parents, didn’t really experience a normal childhood due to his health issues (not exactly a bubble boy didn’t get to get dirty or go to the lake as often as the other kids did)  and was often overlooked at school due to being small and sickly.

except when people figured out exactly who his parents were, then that changed his social and school life, he became a ‘popular boy’ despite not actually being one.

baby was often an instrument in other kids’ plots to get close to baby’s parents one way or another, whether they were a big fan or wanted to pursue their own career and baby often fell into these plots when he was younger, though as he became a teenager he began to isolate himself from his peers so they wouldn’t try and use him.

also is a big lover of music, plays guitar and likes to sing.

also feels like a failure to his dad because he isn’t into hockey and doesn’t want to make a career out of it, so he has some issues there though loves his dad very much.

his bisexuality was recently discovered after years of mistaking his ‘fond’ emotions for something like envy, and he’s comfortable with it, though doesn’t know what to do because it’s like, he’s not very good with crushes or interest or anything. 

deadass he used to check out his dad’s teammates when he was taken to the changing room to ‘hang with the guys’ except he’d be lowkey about it and shy. 

basically just a sad lonely little rich boy who’s kinda sickly and never lived life. pls just love him. here are some wanted connections/connection ideas but if they don’t fit your muse we can definitely brainstorm.