the pair descended down the gravel path on campus ground, the soft crunch of rocks beneath their boots and gelid air trapped within their lungs. they were half-way into a bag of gummy bears, libby holding them out between her gloved hands to share with one of her very best friends. the time shared had been punctuated by ribbons of laughter and snickers, a nice departure from the stress that seemed to endlessly be accumulating given the season of finals dawning upon them. however, the mirth was temporarily disbanded by a look of gloom clouding blue’s expression. for a moment, libby expected grave news. a failed mission, a failed test even perhaps. what was thrusted into her view was far out of her expectation, though it shouldn’t have been. “jeez, again? guess they’re not a fan of the last pun you made. i told you it wasn’t your best work,” she joked, a small mirthful smile tugging at her lips, hand once more digging into the bag of gummy bears. “but look at this way, you now have more time to expand on your twitter account like you planned to do,” libby stated, bent elbow lightly swinging over to jab him in the ribs playfully. “you’ve got six hundred thousand people counting on you for top quality memes, dude. that’s no small burden to bear. you must deliver those fine citizens the goods,” the smaller of the pair chimed, popping a few of the bears into her mouth before reaching out to dump a handful into his empty hand. “but may your tiktok account rest in peace, she will be missed. i’m sure inevitable your comeback will render you an even wider audience. finally put lastmanstanley to shame.” there was a pause, the smile on her finally faltering for a moment. “of course it’s not dumb, blue. it’s important to you, therefore it is important, period. simple as that. but don’t dwell on it, we’ll concoct many more punchy-lines to release to the world and you’ll be back on your a-game sooner than you think. i promise,” reassurance coating her words, as she shifted the bag of candy into her arms, allowing the hand closest to him to ball up into a fist save for her pink, the most sacred of oaths.
you could tell a lot about a person by the way they ate gummy bears. those that inhale them all in one bite, people who suck on them to extract their flavour, biting the bear in half before eating the rest. blue, he wondered what it said about him when he always bit the head off before consuming the rest. he convinced himself he was saving the inanimate object any pain. it was much like libby to provide snacks on a whim. it was true that blue managed to weasel his way off school grounds on an occasion too many, and he always brought back splendours from his travels for who he had to say was his best friend. for the most part, it was candy that she liked. sometimes, if he had the money to spare, he picked up books she’d find interesting, or those small toys you can sometimes buy from mystery packs at a convenience store. but despite his gesture, she always had a way of sharing these things with him. her kindness was limitless. and here he was, sometimes taking two dinner rolls instead of just one in the dining hall. they were not the same. “fuck off, my pun was fucking great and you know it,” blue announced, frowning in jest at the girl beside him as he playfully knocked into her, continuing along a cobblestone path. “god you’re right though. gotta focus on the twitter memes, get liked by the goat that is lil nas, then i can happily die taking a bullet for some rich old guy once i’ve graduated here. i’m set.” musing a hypothetical, fantastical life, blue found his words faltering on his lip as libby pressed her hand to his, funneling a small trove of confectionery into his hand. the gesture was simple, almost as natural as breathing. the two unknowingly walked in sync, and it only seemed prophetic that libby could discern what blue wanted before he even did. he savoured the jolt he felt as their skin touched in the fierce winter breeze, and thanked her profusely as the new slew of bears met their demise. “you and lastmanstanley. of course you’re in love with one of the weirdest people on tiktok. but god, he’d be one of the only men that deserve you. him, and harry styles. the beautiful bastard.” as libby made her impassioned speech about blue’s interests and desires, he couldn’t help the rumble of a smile that broke out on his face. even the scarf that snaked around his neck couldn’t hide the warmth that spread over every follicle of his features. the pair may have been best friends as children, at their summer intensives, and it seemed their bond had withstood the test of time. libby was simply the personification of a warm cup of hot chocolate on the coldest of days. most specifically, those little marshmallows you put into the drink and they slowly start to melt into a beautiful, gelatinous goop. it seemed libby was now and forever, blue’s melted marshmallow. “maybe we can retire the meme game for a little while,” blue paused their walk as libby presented his pinkie to him. with no hesitation, he let their fingers entwine, and an unbreakable oath was solidified. their hands remained locked together longer than their contract necessitated, most likely due to the foreboding storm that swirled around them. “maybe my issue is that my material isn’t any good. maybe i need new inspiration. maybe we should start doing something you wanna do in our downtime. maybe it’s time for bug hunter libby to rise.”
KASS WAS NOSY — that was pretty much one of her defining qualities. It didn’t matter who was doing the talking, no matter what her ears perked up at the first sign of anything of mild interest. So when she heard a guy cursing nearby she looked up, expression concerned. When the blonde showed her his phone…well, she didn’t exactly know what she was looking at at first. “ I’m confused, “ she blinked a bit, though it took a few moments for reality to sink in. “ I’m sorry, are you saying… Gallagher closed your TikTok account ? “ He seemed really upset, but she couldn’t help but smile at the words anyway, trying not to laugh. “ What did you post ? “
Despite the veneer he chose to present to the world around him; ineffable charm and daring mischief, sometimes Blue stood by idly as the facade crumbled. If the blond was being honest to himself, many days he felt like he didn’t belong in Gallaghers. He didn’t have the drive that many others had, and his allegiance could never be tied to a headmaster nor an operative. However, he still ought to try. But it was in moments like these, as Kass stared at him incredulously, he couldn’t help but endevour to decipher whether the other’s bemusement was innocuous or that of exposing his true misalignment with Gallagher. “You’re god damned right they closed my account. Closed my heart off in the process as well,” Blue sighed dramatically, forlorn. “What do you think would warrant its closure, huh ? If you can guess it in three turns, I’ll... smuggle in anything your heart desires - under $20 because I ain’t made of money - onto campus. You have my word, scouts honour.”
this time of the year was her favorite, and that’s all because Christmas was around the corner and with the weather, she honestly loved the cold. and because she hardly felt the cold, it meant she could be outside for longer. exactly as to what she was doing now. it was magical.hearing footsteps heading in her direction before it followed by a grunt of talking, Cairo looked up and let out a slight chuckle “And it depends, did you kill someone in your newest tiktok video or was it simply just you screwing around? Because if it were just you screwing around then no, the death was not warranted. Shall we hold a ceremony to wish it luck on it’s journey to phone heaven?”. the brunette questioned.
“geez i know us lads from blackthorne don’t have the best reputation but, i’m not gonna straight up murk someone on tiktok. i mean don’t get me wrong people died... of laughter. no coroner would convict me, i promise. do you doubt my character that much, hmm ?” blue’s cheeks were red, both an amalgam of the cold that swirled around them, and the boyish grin that brightened his features. in among the exclamations of newly finished exams, the passing of christmas and the horizon of the new year, jubilation seemed to be on everyone’s mind. it was good to simply be able to laugh; it felt like far too long since blue had felt able to do so inside gallagher walls. at least, the faculty was seeing to that. “but you’d really have a funeral for my comedy career ? how sweet,” blue chuckled, throwing his hands across his heart. “nothing gets me in the mood to have a funeral like the festivities of christmas. i’m sure it’s what j-c would have wanted.”
Finals didn’t get to him as much as they did to some of the students. He could see most people walking around with their noses on books, or just crowding the gym to prepare for the training coming up in the next couple weeks. He was relaxed– or at least it’s what he wanted to show, covering up for the entire nights he spent training and reading hidden from the outside eye. But to be fair, the collective stress around the academy was starting to get contagious, so most of his breaks, he used to sit outside and light up a smoke. It was a little bit of a break from reality, or at least he thought so, since he was usually alone most of the times, but it seemed it wasn’t the case this time around.
“Are you too scared to ask for one, or just plan to sit there and stare?” He said, without actually looking at them.
Blue was still acclimitising to Gallagher. Despite being at the academy for six months now, in the wake that Blackthorne left, he still felt himself a stranger to the procession of the scholarly life here. Exams were by no means his strong suit, and he lived in idle dread as the holiday season continued to march forward relentlessly. Sometimes to de-stress, the blond would go for runs. Engage in unbecoming activities. When things were dire, he’d attempt to sneak out for any ounce of fresh air he could inhabit in his lungs. In this very moment as he charged behind the bustle of the school grounds, fresh air was in short supply as the male before him puffed smoke into the space between them. Blue pursed his lips. “No, I’m good mate. I don’t smoke, anyways. Not anymore, at least..” Pausing a moment, he felt his eyes scan the other. He wondered what stresses threaded like yarn around his mind. He wondered if it was the same things as him. “ Don’t mind if I hang out for for a second or two, right ? Or did you want to be alone ? Either’s cool, this just seems like a cool place to brood and hatch escape plans so I can skip my fucking last exams. ”
“Do you want one?” Carmen offered. Next to her laptop, piles of textbooks, and many different colored sticky notes, sat plates of steaming hot enchiladas and churros straight from her Abuela’s cookbook. The common room was filled with the smells of Mexican spices. “I stress cook,” she said in explanation. Finals at Gallagher were a perfect time for stress cooking. She had made a complete mess of the kitchens, but she had cleaned it all up and left a few treats for the cooks in apology for taking over their workplace. “Really have some. There’s plenty.”
Blue couldn’t even bring himself to be excited about the season. Christmas was not a holiday he enjoyed anymore, and the stresses of exams had him weighted down like he were an anchor thrown haphazardly from the stern of a wayward ship. Physical trials ? Blue could pass with ease. Written examinations ? Blue questioned his very placement at the academy. However, kind eyes peering over a scaffolding of books was enough to momentarily quell the churning in his stomach. It also helped that the room was now filled with an aroma of some of his favourite cuisine. “ Holy shit, can’t believe I’ve found an angel in the flesh. Thank you so much, ” Blue felt a genuine smile fill up his face, as he grasped one of the churros set out to sample. Taking a bite, he couldn’t help the extra bounce in his step. “ I’m not gonna do that fake celebrity chef thing of saying ‘mmmmm’ really dramatically but, this is fucking amazing. ” Blue couldn’t help but sneak another bite whilst talking to the other. “ Wish I had a better stress mechanism like you. All I seem to do when stressed is do dumb shit. I spent two hours making paper planes the other day. So which cursed subject do we have to thank for the delicacies today ? ”
❀ · 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒, stormi tilted some as she expressed her thoughts out loud. ‘ i totally want to try the paint can trap, that kevin did on home alone. i feel like it would truly take someone out in one wack. watch out, y’all. ‘ teasing some, a mischievous grin appeared upon her face. ‘ tis the season. ‘
blue smirked, as the girl before him spoke with mischief on her lips. “ speaking from experience ... it’s one of the most satisfying pranks. if done right. you’ve come to the right guy, ” pausing for a moment, the blond began to gnaw on his bottom lip as his eyes began to search the other, begging to infer their motivations for such an act. “ lotta... opportunity for it to backfire and you get paint all over yourself though. which i also may or may not know from experience. ” blue chuckled wistfully. “ but i guess they say, big risks for big rewards. also if you really hate the person, don’t forget to add in glitter too. they’ll be finding that shit for months. ”
“ i ... god fucking dammit. ” blue, the typically gregarious and jocular blond, found himself marooned along a campus footpath in the early december chill. his expression was weighted and crestfallen, and the blond held his phone feebly in his hands as the chill struggled to shake him from his spot. the man was now carved of marble. for most of the populace, his expression was indicative of the mid-exam depression that had coloured nearly every student on campus. but for blue, this was not the cause of his melancholy. seeing the curious expression of a stranger as he looked at his phone with loss, all blue could do was show them the blank screen he had up on the tik tok app. “ they nuked it. again. fucking gallaghers, blackthorne never pulled this shit.” it was not the first time this had occurred to blue. the jokester found solace and catharsis in creating tik toks, all rather abstract and typically revolving around dumb puns. some people ridiculed him for this, others found it endearing in a way. obviously the very nature of the academy was that of extreme privacy, and blue always went above and beyond to ensure none of his content featured faces of other students, the facade of the school, or so much as background noise that could be translated and filtered. still, the faculty had found his account, for a third time, and shit it down. “ rest in peace, redhawthorne3, you were beautiful as you were short lived.... out of curiosity, do you think it’s dumb that i’m really pissed by this, or do you agree with her murder ? ”
howdy y’all ! lilac’s the name, writing trashlord character’s the game. i hail from a lil island known as australia... so in essence, i am never gonna be online at the same time as anyone else dkjfghdkfjgd. but !! don’t let this deter you. like a lil ol’ boomerang i’ll eventually find my way into your dms and hopefully we can plot/write with all your incredible muses. <3 a lil info about me though, i’m a tea connoisseur, sims enthusiast, and i talk daily about how i consider the barbie films cinematic masterpieces. if i haven’t scared you off and you’d like to get to know my sweet and memey tough boi, please press that readmore to complete your transaction.
⌠LUKE HEMMINGS, TWENTY ONE, CISMALE, HE/HIM⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, BLUE HAWTHORNE! according to their records, they’re a THIRD year, specializing in AWARENESS TRAINING, BREATH CONTROL, HAND TO HAND COMBAT + COVERT OPERATIONS (CP); and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (a smiley face traced into the precipitation on a mirror after a long and warm shower, a constellation of bruises strewn across your body, impatient foot tapping in the hallows of detention, chopsticks fashioned into walrus tusks over a meal, climbing higher and higher with no sign of stopping). when it’s the (aquarius)’s birthday on 2/13/1998, they always request their CHEESY NACHOS WITH EXTRA GUAC from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.
( PERSONALITY ! )
( for more details about blue, check out his stats & hcs here ! )
he is playful, jocular, impulsive, and honestly? immature lmao. he is honestly a Soft Jock™
he’s always been looking for the childhood he never got to have, y’know? he does this in the way he’s always cracking jokes, a bit of a class clown, disruptive. a wholesome prank or two.
he gets in trouble in school more than his fair share, simply for daydreaming or sneaking out. he doesn’t let the institution define him, but he can take orders when needed. he can be very loyal tho, and much like eggsy in kingsmen, if someone asked him to choose between his dog or orders ?? he’s always choosing the dog kdjgf
he is secretly very insecure and always has a need to please. if someone doesn’t like him, he’ll tear himself apart to figure out why.
he’s always telling jokes and always laughing. he’s known for his Memes and is always a good time to be around. social butterfly, gregarious. chances are if you don’t know him, you’ve heard him dkfgjdf
he’s also a bit Anti-( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( sex lmao ) because ya boi has commitment issues so high they’re floating out there in space
he can also be very maternal when the need arises. he is not good at talking about emotions but he’ll give you a meme or a hug to Heal You
he very much reminds me of the human embodiment of a puppy. cannot be alone for very long, has a short attention span, and craves validation lmfao. give him a squeaky toy and he will be Contented
as a soon-to-be spy he can be Tough in the field when he needs to be but he’s also v sensitive. most see him as a macho, just genuinely happy kinda dude but, he truly feels a lot. he won’t let you know that, though.
he struggles academically as he has a short attention span most of the time and thinks too little of himself. however, he’s a lot brighter than most people give him credit for. he’s incredibly creative and a lateral thinker. maths makes him want to die, tho. he does shine in physical trials at least, which is something !
also what’s money? blue does not know. he grew up with hardly anything, and has been working since he could. for this reason he’s quite frugal and struggles to throw things away.
blue’s troubled past ( explained below ) is something he doesn’t acknowledge, and not a lot of people know about. to many, he’s known as the local Meme Dealer. but to a lucky few, he’s known as a friend who would do anything for you.
most just know him as the moron named after a colour tho. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
blue hawthorne, who never goes by his birthname bc he hates it dfkjgdgdf, was born in the town of sparks, nevada !
it was always just blue and his mother, margarette. he never met his father and he was gone long before blue’s mother could even tell him about a pregnancy test. cut off from her family due to having a child out of wedlock, the pair started a life for themselves. all they had was a humble abode in a trailer park. material possessions were lacking, but blue never felt like he went without.
blue’s mother was by very definition blue’s best friend. they both shared a love of music and ballet, and margarette worked as many jobs as she could to allow for her son to take lessons. starting quite young, at the age of four or five, blue was actually quite good. the usually mischievous and erratic child found structure in the discipline, and it was the thing that brought him the most happiness.
as a child blue was often teased for his interest, and the fact that he was so close with his mother. despite being incredibly short and frail at the time, he was also very outspoken and strong-willed, and never let his peers get the best of him. he danced, he laughed, he bruised his knees at any given opportunity. made a lot of mistakes. what he lacked in possessions he gained in the abundance of joy he felt in his heart growing up. his mother and a few of his close friends were his world.
when blue turned fifteen, everything changed.
( illness / cancer tw ) the jubilant, mischievous, but altogether kind-hearted boy was given the heart-breaking news that his mother had been diagnosed with cancer. margarette hawthorne, much like her son, was a fighter - and didn’t let such a diagnosis keep her down. despite their dwindling lack of funds now going towards medical bills, and the fact blue began sacrificing his own childhood as he took to the role of a caretaker of sorts for his mother, he never took his time with her for granted.
things were okay for a while. there was a point where the doctors were convinced that she was going to make it. blue was a fool. blue believed them.
at the age of sixteen, blue lost everything. he lost his place to live, he lost his childhood and lust for life, and he lost the person he loved most in the world. he lost his best friend.
it wasn’t long before the overbearing sympathy from those around him soured blue. he was sick of being bullied, people not liking him, and altogether not being in control of his own life. most of all, he felt so hopeless as his best friend in the entire world was starting to fade. so what did this boy do ? he quit ballet (the thing he’d loved since he was able to stand), he started drinking, he got involved with a very bad crowd and became a frequenter of the local police station. blue became a certified Bad Boy™
blue was sent to live with the grandparents that despised him and never acknowledged his existence before that moment, having met them at his mother’s funeral. righteous and conservative in their views, they had cast aside their daughter when she had blue, and only reached out to her in her final months. for this reason, blue despised these people (he refused to call them family). he tried his best to be appreciative of a house and food ( which was much better than anything he had growing up ). but he was cold. always cold.
( substance tw ) in his latter adolescence, blue fell into a rapid succession of bad decisions. still small, still frail in stature, he found himself at a dissonance with his image and began growing insecure about his looks, the years of torment weighing on him. he found anesthetic in the party scene outside of school, taking to alcohol and drugs as a sedative from the life he felt forced to lead. he couldn’t decide if he hated himself or he hated the world more.
at the age of 17, his rap sheet seemed to grow with each rise and fall of the sun. he was hardly ever ‘home’ and couch surfed. at the age of 17 he’d gotten his own car and lived more out of that than the stuffy house on top of the hill where he was supposed to be. his grades were debris lost in his tumultuous storm, he was always looking for validation from the kids he hung around with and made some very poor decisions in the hopes he’d be liked. in the hopes he’d find a new family.
the partying, the stream of hook ups, his criminal record (mainly with petty theft, a few write ups for public intoxication and fighting), the instability of his living situation and his future all came to boil just before he turned 18. physically he’d started to fill out, and look more like the man people know today. he was no longer frail and no longer weak, and when asked, he used to his fists to forge that path he thought he wanted.
after a dark night, it became apparent to blue that his path of self destruction was hurting no one but himself. things had to change.
through nothing short than a McMiracle (sponsored by Ronald McDonald, bc no one else is rich enough to pull it off lmfao) blue managed to scrape by and complete high school. not well by any means. but he did it.
it was about now that blue had been informed of a small school called blackthorne academy. details were scarce, but what drew the blond’s attention was the tuition ( or lack thereof ). his acceptance cited his physical capabilities as seen through his many years of dance and explained why he was of particular interest to the school. he was suspicious, to say the least. but blue knew he wanted to become something, and to go to this school would not only take him away from a life he wanted to forget, but he would become self sufficient, and be able to leave his toxic family situation on his own terms.
bidding farewell to the grandparents he was only beginning to know, his grandfather saw no reason to extend her kindnesses, and cut blue off. at the age of 18 he was homeless, with nothing but a car and a handful of pokemon cards he’d had as a kid. not worth anything or even particularly sentimental, he just likes pokemon kgfjfd.
living in his car for a while before eventually crashing with a close friend, blue managed to absorb his days in work before eventually starting his tenure at blackthorne. although blue’s wild days are behind him, there are some things locked in his past that still haunt him. there are doors he never hopes to open again. but he got his fresh start, and is determined to live the life a young blue would have wanted for him, and one his mother could be proud of. and who knows, maybe he could go on and save the world.
( WANTED CONNECTIONS ! )
all of these are absolute trash, and i much prefer plotting with specific characters in mind to cater it to our muses and make it unique to them. (~: but i do have a few wanted connections here as a starting off point !! if any of them really call to you though, please let me know as i would adore to have anything listed !! with that in mind, i wanted to include a sample of a few of the connects on the page here to make things a lil easier.
— *. ; ( co-workers ) || this connection is a little up in the air as i understand that students aren’t allowed to leave campus without staff supervision, and tuition isn’t awfully high if you can’t afford it ! however, blue has no money, and if at all possible he would try and get some sort of job whilst at blackthorne/gallaghers. whether that be doing odd jobs as part of his covert ops classes, or even working for the campus doing things like lawn maintenance, working in the stables, or literally anything that was open ! ( his ‘job’ could even be bringing in dkfjgdf some sorts of contraband to sell to other students, lmfao. nothing illegal, just stuff you can’t get on campus ). this connection is meant for any muses that may also be employed, or want them to be, and these two could be co-workers ! with an admin blessing we can figure out what is logistically possible within the plot, and if your muse already has a job i’d be very interested to have blue be a coworker if you were at all interested !! <3
— *. ; ( protector ) || there are two things blue hates most in this world: liars, and bullies. as an older ( and arguably large ) student, he comes to find someone who is going through a rough time assimilating to life at the academy for whatever reason. on the surface neither of them have anything in common, but the pair form a sibling like bond, and blue is willing to do anything to protect their friend.
— *. ; ( aggressor ) || blue is very mild mannered for the most part, save for any jokes he likes to make. however, there is someone on campus who absolutely makes his blood boil. whether this person dislikes blue for his lack of wealth and sophistication, his inherent need to never pick sides, or his immediate abandonment of respect for blackthorne once the truth came to light. or perhaps he made a joke in their early days that rubbed this person the wrong way, and a toxic environment has persisted since then. i imagine this relationship has escalated to violence, and for whoever picks this up i’d really love to delve into their hatred and flesh out their angst !
there are plenty more connects on the page and like i said, i am literally happy to plot anything under the sun. (~:
thank you so much for reading ! if you made it all the way here ?? you’re a h*cking legend lmfao. if there’s anything here that stood out to you please hit me up either on tumblr dms or via discord ( my user is lilac 🍕#1835, or kjgdgdf the person with the crying squidward icon in the gc lmfao ). as there are quite a lot of members here, please like this here intro if you are interesting in plotting/writing with me so i know !! i’ll check out your beautiful intro and Throw (or rather, gently pass you) some ideas your way if you haven’t messaged me first. <3 but thank you so much again for making it to this point, here’s a proverbial cookie for your troubles. it’s double choc chip, enjoy it. (~:
Characters with enough intellect and common sense to clearly and easily grasp that something is a Bad Idea, but with enough chaotic dumbass energy to decide they gotta just go ahead with it anyway are on point.
