dagon sa huyuhoy

( charm of the breeze. ) primrose dagohoy, 20, main street.

[leekangdoo]

You are lashing out because you’re too sensitive. Yes, I was narrow-minded for a short while. Get over it.

[ofcharlie]

open ;@mapleviewstarters​  ​                    location ; the southern bean

as rosie stood in line for her afternoon coffee, she looked up from her phone, and her eyes found attention in the person in front of her as they made their order. she was usually someone who kept to herself a lot, only speaking whenever she needed to. she looked away to not seem like a creep. but once she was standing at the counter to wait for her drink after making her order, she couldn’t help but speak to the person. “hi.” she smiled. “this is so random, but… i like your outfit.” she complimented. what was the harm in brightening someone’s day, anyway?

[dagohoy]

“uh... thank you.” prim liked to dress in the way she always hoped to, but couldn’t afford to — and she did it solely for herself (except for that brief time last year when she got insecure). so she didn’t really know what to respond to such a compliment. she glanced at the other young woman from head to toe, not finding much to say about her outfit. thus, she replied instead, “your hair is nice.” she didn’t mean to sound rude, although that may have been how she sounded.

[thomashayess-deactivated2021021]

location: the southern bean coffee shop

starter: open @mapleviewstarters​

Although Thomas hadn’t lived in Mapleview for long (only about 3 months to be precise), the first place he’d sought out was the coffee shop. He needed a relatively quiet place to work on the current project he was tackling, and the free wi-fi and constant flow of coffee was a bonus. He reached out and drained the last of his quickly cooling drink, not even registering the fact that someone was stood by his table. “Jesus, definitely not using that font” he muttered to himself with disgust. As he looked up to search for a waiter or waitress so he could get a refill, he finally noticed that he wasn’t alone. “Oh, hey, I’m sorry. I- uh, I was in my own world there.” he stumbled, looking up sheepishly and giving a small smile.

[dagohoy]

“That’s alright,” said Primrose. She was something of a typeface enthusiast herself, and so couldn’t resist butting in. “Proxima Nova looks good, but it’s too BuzzFeed now, isn’t it? Gotham is another good-looking and reliable font, but it’s overused.” She suggested, “How about Graphik?” She reasoned, “It’s sleek and attractive, familiar without being clichéd. No overt quirks, but not bland. Vanilla, but like a nice-tasting vanilla ice cream.”

[minjeongwinters]

VIVOREE ESCLITO as Kookai Yambao in Hello Stranger: The Movie (2021)

[dagohoy]

itslauries:

After the New Year’s Eve party and all the mess Laurie had caused, his mother had made him promise to keep it together during their masquerade ball. He had agreed, not only because he didn’t want to disappoint her any further but because the ball wasn’t simply for show, it was actually to raise money for a charity the Villeneuve family supported. He couldn’t be that selfish to ruin that evening.

Laurie had found himself sat by the couch, trying his hardest not to pout and pretend as if he’s actually having a good time. He hadn’t touched a single glass of alcohol that far which made it all the more unbearable for him. With his head rested on his hand as he tried not to allow the mask to fall off, he barely even takes recognition to the person next to him until a very familiar voice speaks up. For a moment, he almost thought he was dreaming or hallucinating since he hadn’t see her in so long, but one quick glance in her direction is enough for him to know he was not. That was Primrose, he’d recognize those lips anywhere, the very same ones he had once kissed ( yet it seemed like so long ago… ). “I don’t mind it.” Laurie responded, not sure she even knew it was him and perhaps it would be best that way. He didn’t want to ruin her evening as well. “I know how these things can be.”

She rested her head on the top rail of the chair and wondered why they couldn’t simply just give away the money. The Villeneuve family’s intentions were good, it seemed, but why did it require yet another lavish party to raise funds for charity? This was a fun idea, she grasped that: extravagant costumes in a lavish home and a generally more progressive, unconfined, inclusive world than the time periods that such fairytale aesthetics often borrowed from. She just failed to see how the night’s big patrons couldn’t simply give away bits of their fortunes for the cause. But of course, she couldn’t say any of that to the stranger.

“Well... the music is good,” Prim replied politely. The orchestra played Händel’s “Ah! Mio cor” and Prim’s heart ached again, recalling the lyrics she’d studied when she learned the song years ago. Come back to me, the song implored. All she could think about was Laurie. That goddamn Laurie.

[dagohoy]

@mike_mn: hair so damn pale and roots are out.... is it finally time for a change? who knows. stay tuned for another episode of Indecisive Mike Ruins His Hair on netflix 😪

@primdagohoy: damn, you're not giving that scalp of yours a break? excited for your bald era! #BaldMikeIsComing

[dagohoy]

setting: a villeneuve masquerade ball.

availability: closed ( for @itslauries​ )

primrose has curled her hair for the evening, but she knows that’s by no means the only reason people are treating her so differently. she’s dressed in what’s undoubtedly an expensive, embellished faux georgian-style gown, commissioned for her by none other than the villeneuve matriarch — out of guilt, probably. her identity is hidden behind the mask. tonight, she’s just another rich girl lost in a sea of rich guests, for once entirely welcome.

her one consolation is it’s 2021, not actually the 1800s. she just has to survive the night; that’s it. she won’t need to marry herself off to go back to the regular, mundane, small-town rhythms of mapleview. just one jane austen-esque party to survive. just tonight. yet despite her determination, she quickly finds herself tired. she sits down and, without glancing, tells the young man beside her: “i’m taking a break from all the dancing. sorry.”

[dagohoy]

task five: character survey

CHARACTER INFO

full name: primrose grace valmonte dagohoy

nickname(s): prim, rose, rosie

birthday: february 15, 2000

zodiac sign: aquarius

gender: cis girl

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: heterosexual

birthplace: namokot, southern leyte, philippines

length of time living in mapleview: almost half a decade

occupation: university student (pre-law)

relationship status: single and heartbroken over a certain winery heir

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

hair color: black

eye color: black

height: 5′3″

tattoos/piercings: none

birthmarks/scars: none

other notable features: heart-shaped lips, bushy eyebrows, high cheekbones

FAMILY

mother: ma. charlotte “lotlot” ann valmonte dagohoy

father: joseph marie arcilla dagohoy

siblings: princess charity valmonte dagohoy (25), kirby love valmonte dagohoy (12), kenji trinity valmonte dagohoy (4)

children: none

pets: butternut, a calico cat

PSYCHE

mbti: istj (si-te-fi-ne)

character archetype: the magician

enneagram: 5w4

moral alignment: neutral good

THIS OR THAT

coffee or tea: tea (...iced tea)

morning or evening: morning

sweet or savory: sweet

cake or pie: cake

cats or dogs: cats!

baths or showers: baths

MISCELLANEOUS

character aesthetics: multitudes of american candy, jet black hair neatly tied with ribbons, a perpetually disinterested look on a face that conceals tumultuous emotions inside, nimble hands pressing on piano keys, hands calloused from writing profusely in private

highest level of schooling: finished high school (hopes to finish university, obviously)

what they do do relax: avoids other people, cooks + eats a lot, plays with butternut, watches 2010s cartoons, or reads (sometimes she’ll read ya novels if she’s feeling extra indulgent). also, arguing with people on twitter.

favorite season: spring

favorite places around mapleview: the pastry place and mapleview public library.

[dagohoy]

What is your favorite season?

“spring.”

[dagohoy]

favorite non-chocolate candy?

“shit, man, i like too many.”

[dagohoy]

do you have a favorite book?

“the art of logic in an illogical world by eugenia cheng.”

[dagohoy]

( charm of the breeze. ) primrose dagohoy, 20, main street.

[dagohoy]

atticusm:

with christmas and new years now through with, atticus is set on getting his nails done with a new range of colours. anything but red; well, crimson red to be exact. it may just be next winter when he decides to get red nails again, though who knows. despite his gaze being directed on his nails, part of him thinking just what he wants to do next, he is in fact listening to prim ramble. “ it’s an easy thing to say, you know? not to stress too much about little things. ” he begins casually, finally lifting his head. “ if you want to cut your hair, go for it. you don’t have to do a major chop first off. ”

“but i can’t just compromise on this.” she heaved a sigh. she hoped to relax, but this kind of thing, small as it seemed to others, obviously felt significant to her. “i mean, if i compromise on such trivial, personal stuff, how can i maintain my convictions on bigger issues? i’m not usually so indecisive. you, how do you deal with this? are you indecisive?” she used to be so sure about everything. her resolute nature seeped even into her personal, minor choices.

[dagohoy]

alanacs:

         popping a crunchy cheeto in her mouth whilst flipping through a  fashion  magazine (  a rather common occurrence for the blonde )  ,  alana doesn’t even look up to see her friend’s new  hair-do  before mumbling her approval. “  it looks great,  “ she speaks, licking her lips from cheesy texture that’s left after snacking on her  favorite  guilty pleasure.  finally glancing up from the page to look at the younger woman, alana gives her a more thorough look.  “  i mean …. “  she starts, but is quickly cut off with prim’s rambling  &  self-doubt.  “  prim,  “  her tone’s more stern next time, raising a brow.  “  you really need to relax,  “  

“all i really want is some peace of mind with how i present myself,” prim replied. “surely you can grasp the concept.” she was, evidently, alluding to the fashion magazine in alana’s hands. and she wasn’t judging the blonde for it, not at all; though there was some tension in her voice, it was more due to the fact that alana was probably still on good terms with laurie, and she wasn’t. prim didn’t want a man to stand in the way of her friendship with alana, but she was human after all, so pardon her if it colored things a little bit. “your physical appearance is a form of self-expression, isn’t it? i can’t just give in to my own self-doubt. what if i really want a haircut? should i simply relax or think about it? which is more honest to myself?”

[dagohoy]

location: anywhere appropriate.

availability: open to anyone!

( note: she could be unaware that your muse is there and talking to herself or she could be talking to your muse as well! )

“you know, cutting my hair on new year was one of my resolutions,” said prim idly as she considered the reflection on the one-way mirror wall. “but i don’t know, maybe not. it looks good at this length, doesn’t it?” she sighed. “maybe i should replace that resolution with ‘don’t stress too much about little things.’ that’s something from which i’d really benefit.” as evidenced by her dutiful avoidance of preposition-stranding, even though this was not by any means a formal conversation and ‘that’s something i would benefit from’ sounded way more normal. “i need to fucking relax.” + @mapleviewstarters​

[dagohoy]

what life skills are rarely taught but extremely useful?

“generally, i find that people’s skills at doing research, unearthing good sources, and being able to think for themselves are inadequate. you can’t just rely on a twitter thread or someone explaining something in two minutes as they dance to the week’s billboard top 1 on tiktok.”

[dagohoy]

( charm of the breeze. ) primrose dagohoy, 20, main street.