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“there’s a four pack down there if you want one. two are missing, though. two pack now, ‘suppose.” he stated, looking in no particular direction. “just some fancy craft bullshit. kind of tastes like piss but if i was out here drinking whiskey, i’d feel like a fucking sociopath.”

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cheryl had just left what seemed like an endless photoshoot, she was craving for any kind of distraction. and her feet were hurting so bad. with a pair of heels in hand and a cigarette in her mouth, she nodded in agreement to the man's offer. "i don't like craft beer, but it's better than nothing." she wandered around looking for the pack, to find it under a small bench. "don't be ashamed of your drinking." she opened the beer with the help of one of her shoes as her body leaned against the wall. "anyway, embrace it, drink all the whiskey you want, it's always five o'clock somewhere."

#c: quinn.

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— lipstick stained cigarette butts, hard liquor bottles scattered across the room, hot red stiletto nails

here’s the scoop:

23 years old female that goes by she/her works as a model portrayed by madchen amick

#intro.

disalvokasee‌:

kasee turned on the light to be greeted not only by her friend but by an existential crisis. “jesus christ.” she muttered, wide eyes looking to the floor. “i’m just trying to get some more ramen noodles, man.” filling up a pan with water, she spoke to cheryl as she moved it to the stove. “you’re really goin’ through it. how much have you had to drink?”

“i... i don’t know.” cheryl replied, promptly jumping off the counter. “i’ve been drinking since noonish. i guess.” the girl took a wild guess. to be fair, she hasn’t been counting. “why does it matter though? we’re all going to die in the end.” a daunting look replaced her smile as she stumbled her way to the stove. “ahh!” a flash of inspiration struck upon her drunken self. “do you want booze to wash down the noodles?” she asked, almost pouring the drink down the pan. “that’s what my mother used to call a meal.” an unexpected and sincere laughter escaped her lips. it was a joke, but sometimes it’s difficult to tell.

#tw death mention #c: kasee.#she's a mess #i'm sorry

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Grey had frozen upon entering, her voice and the familiar sight of Cheryl perched on the counter bringing a mild grin to his face. It faded to more amusement than anything the longer she went on, and the male found himself walking towards her as she beckoned him in. “ Are you quite alright?” A loaded question for anyone he supposed, but her tangent had been rather abrupt. “Did I miss the first half of that topic last time we hung out or something. I never mean to fall asleep cherie, it just happens.”

“don’t ask me tough questions.” her voice was soft, and the words came out faintly. the standard answer should be 'i’m fine', but there’s nothing standard about her. cheryl wasn’t sure of how she was feeling, or if she could still feel anything at all. it was one of these nights when nothing makes sense. “darling, don’t take me for a fool. If you’re talking about last week, i knew you were sleeping all along.” it was a total bluff. she didn’t remember a thing about last week’s encounter. except for the fact they were out drinking until the early hours, so yes, greyson might have fallen asleep at some point. “i was just thinking out loud, but some thoughts are best kept silent.” the girl handed him the bottle, stained with red lipstick. “it’s your turn to share whatever is in your mind.”

#c: greyson.

70, 79, 100

70. what was the last concert you saw?

“surfbort at baby’s all right, last month with the lovely company of @blmnbrg. it was such a wild night. i gotta ask them to visit the factory sometime.”

79. do you believe in ghosts?

“no, but okay, if i’m being totally honest i’m not very comfortable visiting cemeteries and abandoned houses. you know? i kinda believe there’s some energy roaming around those places. not actually ghost per se, but there might be other supernatural shit going on.”

100. who was the last person you cried in front of?

“a complete unknown 80-year-old. in my defense it was late and i was drunk. i don’t know, it’s the kind of thing that just happens and you can’t control.”

#Anonymous #ask meme.

73, 77, 100

73. do you want to get married?

“getting married isn’t part of my future plans. i’ve never dreamt about being a bride, or throwing a fancy party. but if i ever meet the right person, which is very unlikely to happen, i’ll totally go for it.”

77. do you miss anyone right now?

“it’s hard to admit but… i do.”

100. who was the last person you cried in front of?

“an old dude on the subway. it was late and i was very intoxicated.. but who the fuck cares? if you don’t bawl your eyes out on public transportation every once in a while can you even be considered an actual new yorker?”

#ask meme.#swanbianka

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#bold what applies meme.

12, 33, 45

12. what size bed do you have?

“a king-size bed. i deserve it because i’m very good in bed. yeah, i like to sleep a lot.”

33. favorite actor?

“oh my, why do you ask such a difficult question? do you mean male actors or actors in general? my all-time favorite actress would be probably audrey hepburn, but a current one? shit. can i say natalie portman? she’s a babe and talented as fuck.”

45. how many kids do you want?

“darling, this baby factory has been closed for good. taking care of one child is difficult enough, i don’t want any more kids. and nobody’s gonna change my mind.”

#ask meme.#Anonymous

location: the kitchen time: friday around 8pm

cheryl was sitting on top of the kitchen counter, with an almost empty jim beam bottle by her side. “you know what is worse than pain, anger, and confusion?” she asked the person who just entered the kitchen. it was an unsettling way to start a conversation, but her inebriated condition might have affected the perception of every social norm. she was talking out loud every thought, as they crossed her mind. “nothingness. the void. a state of being that there are no feelings. you’re just empty, your soul is hollow and nothing could ever fill it.” she continued, talking more to herself than the to the other individual. “in other news, i’m bored. let’s change subjects. c'mere, tell me something fun."

#factorystart #this is terrible????#i tried #feel free to assume connections #and talk about whatever the fuck you want

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#musings.

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––––––「 “ damn it, ” luciana closed the door to the fridge, letting it slam in front of her in the defeat. she turned back towards the counter that separated her from the kitchen’s open doorway, leaning forward on the near-spotless countertop in front of her. “ listen, i just need you to be honest with me, ” she started, exaggerating her disappointment from failing to find the food she had left the night before with her palms pressed against the granite, “ did you, or did you not, eat my empanadas ? ” 」

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"no! i didn't!" cheryl replied immediately, hopping out the kitchen counter she'd been sitting on. "why would i? i don't even like empanadas." she muttered. "thanks for reminding me i haven't eaten anything since yesterday." she growled. the girl sure looked and sounded a tad bit angry, but it was quite the opposite. she was caught by surprise. it's an arduous job to balance being a mom, a model and a having a bustling social life at the same time. it turns out that she often forgets to fulfill her bare necessities.

#c: luciana.

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Atticus was frustrated, he had been attempting to create a piece for work all morning but he couldn’t find the right perspective for the artwork. A huff escaped his lips as he entered the greenhouse, a coffee in one hand and a thick sketchbook in the other. Atticus had hoped that the greenhouse might be just what he need for some inspiration. He sat down at the familiar table and worked silently for a few moments. Atticus was only pulled from his lazer focus when he noticed a shadow in the corner of his eye. He jumped when he looked up and saw someone had come in and he hadn’t even noticed. Atticus’s heartbeat was thumping hard in his chest but he giggled at his own jumpiness and muttered, “You scared the shit out of me, mate.”

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cheryl was looking for a quiet location to stay with alex, the lounge was far too busy and noisy. after wandering around for a while, she made it to the greenhouse in big style: carrying a crying toddler and balancing an unlit cigarette on her lips. it was a relief to find a spot with no one around. alex stopped bawling instantly. cheryl had wandered into the greenhouse in search of a secure place to let her son play with his toys, but soon identified a male figure sitting at the table. she was about to say something when he quivered at her presence. "you're easily scared, you know? we come in peace."

#c: atticus.

hello!! my name is mia and this is cheryl. she’s the mother of one of my oldest muses, and became a muse of her own gradually. it felt natural because i’ve collected so many headcanons about her over the years. i love to plot, so if you're interested please like this post or message me. but i also enjoy seeing things go without much planning. so feel free to do whatever you want. her stats are here.