grit your teeth.

WHO AM I WITHOUT WHAT I HAVE BEEN THROUGH?

[desertedmoons]

Won't you take me as I'm meant to be?

daisy roberts ˙⋆✮ thirty. human. no affiliation. jaz sinclair

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ines valdez ˙⋆✮ forty-seven. human. head of the valdez family. morena baccarin

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'Cause I never learned to behave, and knowing that, will you stay?

claire ‧₊ ♪˚⊹ thirty and one ‧₊ ♪˚⊹ she/they ‧₊ ♪˚⊹ est

[desertedmoons]

radius - for daisy

radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

"Usually? A weapon. You need to be ready to defend yourself, right? Don't scare me in the middle of the night or you might find a knife to your throat."

"Unless you're into that kind of thing, of course."

[desertedmoons]

Mountain Astory - for ines

Mountain Astory - How persuasive is your muse? Would they ever consider going into politics or sales?

"If I lived another life, maybe I would have gone into sales work. But probably not politics. Unless you consider working at the polls to get people to register to vote! Which is the most important thing, of course."

[desertedmoons]

ines - ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

"My dedicated bodyguard. Sure, I pay him well enough to stay around, but he really is one of the most dedicated people I know. He knows too many of my secrets. Even some secrets about myself that even I don't know."

[desertedmoons]

daisy - metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ? and why?

"My dad didn't raise a winner. But he also didn't raise someone who asks for help. So I'll probably just ditch whatever it is either way."

[desertedmoons]

ines - mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ? tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ? daisy - sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ? phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

"I'm capable of saying anything, dear. It's a matter of finding the right time and place to say what needs to be said."

tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?

"Every time I look at my children, I worry what mistakes I made with them. We tried our best, Javier and I. But you can do all the right things and still make mistakes."

sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

"Oh, there are so many things. I mean, the heat of the moment when you're having sex, rollercoasters, winning a race, when you're doing something you know you shouldn't be doing, but it tastes so sweet anyway. I could go on."

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

"I do think I'm a very physical person. I probably wasn't held enough as a child."

[jamsmemes]

(     *     BARE BONES.

a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

skull.   what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?

cheekbone. what makes them smile ?

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?

hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?

clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?

scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?

sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?

humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?

radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

carpals. what small habits do they have ?

metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?

pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?

sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?

coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?

femur. what drives them forward ?

patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?

tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?

fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?

tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?

metatarsals. if they could disappear for a day, where would they run ?

[mintyisms]

Strange Horticulture Inspired Headcanons

prompts inspired by some of the names, descriptions, and uses of plants from the game Strange Horticulture

Aguria - How does your muse feel about psychics? Would they ever seek one out for answers about the past, present, or future?

Bella Nox - Is your muse prone to obsessions? Do they ever become so obsessive they might forget to eat or sleep? What is their current or most recent obsession?

Brimlock - Does your muse prefer cold or warm weather? Do they travel as the season changes to avoid cold, rainy, or scorching seasons?

Burdum - Does your muse have any superstitions? Do they have any objects they consider lucky or unlucky?

Caballia - Does you muse believe in an afterlife? Do they believe their actions in their current life have any impact on what happens in the next?

Candlewood - Would your muse be considered neurodivergent? Have they been diagnosed with or treated for any sort of mental illness? How do they feel about the concept of mental health in general?

Carnivorous Torren - Does your muse eat meat? If so, would they ever consider going vegetarian or vegan? Why or why not?

Cauldery - Does your muse hunt? If so, what do they use to hunt what type of game? Do they have any sort of moral stance on the way hunting should be done?

Clavilium - Does your muse know how to pick locks? If so, how have they used this skill in the past?

Common Trouse - How good or bad is your muse's eyesight? Do they need any kind of corrective lenses to be able to see? Have they undergone any sort of surgery to correct their vision issues?

Daisy Dock - Has your muse ever experienced an event that required them to show great courage? What kind of impact did it have on them as a person?

Demmel - What sort of behaviors does your muse display when they are worried or nervous? Do they have any coping mechanisms they use to calm themselves down?

Embersoul - Where would your muse consider to be their safe space? Does it have more to do with the place itself or the people associated with the place?

Feverkiss - Does your muse depend on caffeine to make it through the day? What's their go-to form of liquid energy?

Forest Camphry - How quickly does you muse fall asleep? Are they able to sleep anywhere or do they need specific conditions to fall asleep? Do they sleep soundly or wake up multiple times over the course of the night?

Fox Button - How many friends does your muse have? Are they able to form friendships easily? How much effort do they put into maintaining friendships?

Gandyroot - Are there any foods that cause your muse gastrointestinal discomfort? Do they avoid these foods, take medicine to help with the side effects, or just eat them and suffer the consequences?

Glowhorn - Is your muse afraid of the dark? Did they sleep with a nightlight as a child? Do they as an adult? What kind of things do they imagine lurk in the dark?

Grey Sandfire - Does your muse keep up with their dental hygiene? Are they missing any teeth? Are they at all self-conscious about their smile? Have they ever had braces?

Harlequin Blue - Has your muse ever screamed in genuine terror? Did the situation scar them in any way, whether mentally or physically?

Haverage - Does your muse believe in the idea of soulmates? Have they found theirs yet or are they still looking?

Henchuck - How forgetful is your muse? Do they have any methods for reminding themselves of things?

Jacob's Worth - Has your muse ever gotten genuinely lost somewhere before? Were they able to find their way to safety/home by themselves?

Lesser Merrydock - How sharp are your muse's mental faculties? How much value do they place on their mind? How would they react if they discovered they were suffering from cognitive decline?

Lisle of Neptune - How honest is your muse? Do they believe white lies are okay? How do they handle being lied to?

Mary's Breath - How good is your muse at keeping secrets? If sworn to secrecy, is there a price someone could pay (monetary or otherwise) to get them to spill the beans? Do they trust others enough to share their own secrets?

Mellow-Glow - Does your muse ever feel invisible or ignored? How do they react to these feelings?

Mountain Astory - How persuasive is your muse? Would they ever consider going into politics or sales?

Red Abony - Does your muse have any secret hiding places? What sort of things do they hide there?

Solomon's Sceptre - Does your muse believe that witchcraft is real? Do they embrace it or are they afraid of it?

St. John's Poppy - How is your muse's hearing? Do they often engage in activities that may damage their hearing? Do they wear hearing protection?

Sunset Mountcap - Does your muse believe in ghosts? Would they ever try to communicate with ghosts or spirits?

Thum - What kinds of scents does your muse prefer when it comes to things like soaps, candles, or body sprays? Are there any popular scents they absolutely hate?

Trimblehuff - How does your muse feel about weddings? Is there a particular kind of wedding they enjoy? Do they dream about what their own will be like? Do they even want a wedding?

Wild Cole - How often does your muse drink? Do they commonly experience hangovers? Are there any cures they swear by for dealing with hangovers?

Winterbore - Is your muse the type of person to relocate a spider or kill it?

[desertedmoons]

WELCOME TO SIN CITY, BABY! Where the city has eyes and someone swears they spotted INES VALDEZ walking down the strip last night. The FORTY-SEVEN YEAR OLD makes a living as the OWNER at EL VALDEZ HOTEL & CASINO. Pit bosses are already taking bets on their loyalty and odds are pointing to THE VALDEZ FAMILY. Ask a cocktail waitress and they’ll tell you the same thing: they’re EFFICIENT but don’t mistake that for them being anything less than DEMANDING. Nothing stays buried beneath the neon forever, especially the fact that they are a HUMAN roaming the streets. Pop a tape into your Walkman and let OBNóXIUS BY JOSE MAURO tell you all you need to know about them. From the casino floor to the morning headlines, everyone knows THE GODFATHER for a reason. Now watch them LIVE UP TO HER FAMILY'S EXPECTATIONS

STATS.

name. ines valdez nee montalvo age. forty-seven birthday.zodiac. virgo, probably gender. cis female pronouns. she/her orientation. bisexual

education. high school occupation. owner of the el valdez hotel & casino height. 5’7 piercings, tattoos. one piercing in each ear style. business professional faceclaim. morena baccarin

label. the godfather positive traits. anticipative, constant, dedicated, insightful, patient negative traits. blunt, calculating, cautious, condemnatory, hostile goal. live up to her family’s expectations favorite color. dark blue favorite food. coconut shrimp

mother.father.sibling(s). twin older brothers, younger brother, younger sister pets. black cat named lola

headcanons.

ines speaks three languages - portuguese being her first, spanish being her second, and english being her third

very religious, raised catholic. she still lights a candle every night for javier

loves photography and old cameras, does not take as many pictures as she once did. she learned how to develop the film herself.

she takes regular self care trips to the salon to get her nails done, her hair done, a facial, etc.

sees symbolism in everything…in things that are there and things that aren’t

reads poetry in her spare time and poetry books

has a soft spot for underdogs…but also knows when and when not to invest

likes to journal, but knows the risk of letting her secrets out. they’re often kept under lock and key

doesn’t make any big decisions until she has the problems solved…she doesn’t like taking risks and values security above all else

INTRO.

The sky rained heavy the day you were born, followed by a drought that dried up your town, so they call you cursed. Your infant years were dry, with many showing cracked lips and hollow eyes. Your father, your older brothers, many others in your town looked at you with disdain. Old superstition, really. It was only a coincidence that your birth coincided with the last heavy rain of the year. As the lake dried up, so did the tourists and your father was laid off from his job at the nearby hotel and your mother, the local seamstress and washer woman, even struggled to find either work or water.

The next heavy downpour occurred three nights after a neighbor’s little boy was born. A blessing, they insisted. The blessing to your curse. Wasn’t it always this way? You didn’t call away the storms, just as your neighbor didn’t summon the rain. But the damage had already been done and the lines were drawn. You were unlucky, and nothing you could do in your life would change the mind of those in your hometown. Your childhood isn’t easy, and your family doesn’t make it much easier. Your older brothers, twins, with mischievous glints in their eyes, enjoy tormenting the local tourists. Your neighbors assume you’re just as malicious as they, even when you spend most of your days at home babysitting your younger two siblings. 

You do try to combat their perspective of you. Your head held high, you always have on a clean shirt and, once you’re old enough, you begin tailing behind your mother for work. Dreams are for your younger siblings, you have no ambition to be a movie star or a millionaire. You know this is not what life has in store for you, though there is a secret wish in your heart that you’ll save up enough money to take you away from this coastal tourist town. Somewhere where the locals don’t know your name, where you can be a tourist in your own right. But money is always tight, and as soon as you’ve saved up enough to go somewhere and be something, there’s always an emergency. Your brothers need bail money. Your father doesn’t have enough to send your younger sister to school. Your mother is too ill to keep up her work. The roof on your home needs to be replaced.

So at eighteen, you do what needs to be done, as you always have. The application process at the local gentleman’s club is quick and easy - just like their staff. You have a job before the night starts. Some of the girls welcome you with open arms to show you the ropes. Not all are friendly. But you’re not there to make friends or to feel pretty, you’re there to make ends meet, and you know that if you twinkle your eyes at the right patron, you could be set for life and kiss the whole state goodbye.

Somehow, it’s the patron that you don’t pay attention to that becomes your savior. The other girls can tell he and his associate are business men and try to draw their attention, but once they see how his suit is a size too small, they lose interest. You treat him all the same. After the show, he pulls you aside. You imagine that you’ll be asked to do more - it wouldn’t be the first time, but its not your attention he asks for, its your opinion. Which you decide to give, freely. Who is he to you, anyway? Surely he will finish whatever business has brought him to your home and he will be gone and forget that the conversation had ever occurred. But he’s there again the next night. And the night to follow, always asking for you, you, you.

You’re not surprised when he asks you to run away with him. It happens with some of the girls, from time to time. You watched as your friend came back to work two weeks later broken-hearted and without a penny to her name. You’ve learned from her experience and turn him down. But he’s more determined than most of the gentleman callers that frequent the club. He offers you a deal, give me a year to prove I can be worth your time. You think it’s an impossibility, that he’ll return home and forget your stage name, so you accept. But life at home takes a turn for the worse - your brothers start a fire at the hotel your father works at, and somehow your town wants to blame you and your mother, for not watching them closer, for letting them grow up like this, for always being cursed.

A year passes quicker than you ever imagined, and there he is again, back in the front row of your club. His suit fits better this time. He’s still not a wealthy man, but you begin to see the makings of one. The other girls try to keep his attention this time, but he only has eyes for you. When he asks you to run away with him again, your answer is already on your lips. You get married, you learn his language, and then another on top of that. Somehow, you’re happy. This isn’t the life you ever imagined for yourself, but it’s a life well fought for and earned.

When you lose your best friend, it's unimaginable. You watch as your husband loses the man he nearly considered his brother shortly after. And then you lose your husband, too. You begin to think those old grannies in your hometown were right - maybe you are cursed. You’ve lost too much as it is - your brothers, your friends, your connections, your husband. But you won’t lose anything else, and to that you are determined. You emerge from years of grief with only one thought in mind: you will protect what you have left, and you will do so by any means necessary.

[desertedmoons]

WELCOME TO SIN CITY, BABY! Where the city has eyes and someone swears they spotted DAISY ROBERTS walking down the strip last night. The THIRTY YEAR OLD makes a living as a PROJECTIONIST at GLOAMING CINEMA. Pit bosses are already taking bets on their loyalty and odds are pointing to NO ONE. Ask a cocktail waitress and they’ll tell you the same thing: they’re DRAMATIC but don’t mistake that for them being anything less than DESTRUCTIVE. Nothing stays buried beneath the neon forever, especially the fact that they are a HUMAN roaming the streets. Pop a tape into your Walkman and let ONLY HAPPY WHEN IT RAINS BY GARBAGE tell you all you need to know about them. From the casino floor to the morning headlines, everyone knows THE MIDNIGHT SUN for a reason. Now watch them LEAVE THEIR MARK ON LAS VEGAS

stats.

name. daisy roberts age. thirty birthday. july 23, 1969 zodiac. leo gender. nonbinary pronouns. she/her orientation. bisexual

education. high school dropout occupation. projectionist at gloaming cinema height. 5’5 piercings, tattoos. several style. alt-grunge faceclaim. jaz sinclair

label. the midnight sun positive traits. adaptable, cultured, direct, exciting, individualistic negative traits. aimless, careless, childish, destructive, hedonistic goal. leave their mark on las vegas favorite color. yellow favorite food. grilled cheese with tomato soup

mother. may gladwyn ( MIA ) father. john roberts ( In Prison ) sibling(s). n/a pets. n/a

headcanons.

all of their belongings can fit into a single suitcase. just in the instance they need to bolt again

they don’t really know how to read or interpret them, but she likes to collect tarot cards

loves to take long car drives at night

when life gets too bad, they go visit their dad in prison

she has a tendency to compartmentalize. bad memories get put away and ( hopefully ) forgotten

chronic chainsmoker

refuses to buy a cell phone…relies only on her landline and payphones

will sneak you backstage of a concert. has probably been kicked out/banned from several venues before

likes to play the sunday crossword puzzle

has a slight…oral fixation in the way that she is constantly chewing something ( straws, gum, bottlecaps )

INTRO.

It’s the summer of 1969 and your mother does not want to be your mother. You’re born into the world with your fists curled and a screaming wail, ready for a fight before there even is one. The doctors hand you to your father first, not your mother. Never your mother. Her first weeks at home are difficult. You won’t stop crying, but your cries don’t rouse her from her bedroom. The neighbors complain, and the landlord threatens to call CPS. Before you are six months old, your mother is gone. It is the best thing she could have done for you. It’s also the worst.

What you and your father have are special. You’re his little guy, and you quickly have become the center of his whole world. He never expected to become a father, and parenthood surprisingly comes easy for him, mostly in those early years. He colors chalk with you, he lets you stay up late watching scary movies, he lets you skip school. You grow out of your shoes and pants and he shows you how to stuff things in your pockets from the store. In school, your teachers ask you what your parents do for a living. Other students say doctor or lawyer, receptionist, and pharmacist. You find you don’t know how to answer. Your Father is around, more often than he’s not, but sometimes he comes home cut up and bloodied. Sometimes he gets you to stitch him up. Sometimes his blood gets on your hands.

He’s taught you not to talk about it. You know better than to not listen to him.

Then you’re twelve and there’s a knock at the door. You think it’s the pizza you ordered. But then the door shoves open and armed guards push past you, restraining you. They clear your bedroom first, and then your fathers. Red and blue lights blink from behind your living room curtains. Your father is pulled out in handcuffs. Those left behind have to figure out what to do with you next. The leftovers, the aftermath. You’ve done nothing wrong - you’re only twelve, after all, but they put you in the back of a car all the same and you spend the night with a detective until they can find what to do with you.

Your teen years are dark and troubled. The state forces you to see a counselor and meet with a social worker. You slip out on both. You don’t consider yourself troubled - your father never did, and your heart aches for the messy comfort that he once provided. It’s not hard, you grab your foster parent’s set of keys when they aren’t looking. And you drive, long and hard across state lines. Someone at a gas station rats you out when you stop for fuel. Within an hour, you’re in the back seat of a car again, though this time with handcuffs digging into your skin. Just like your father.

Because of your age, your history, and mostly your social worker, your sentence isn’t so bad. Troubled. They keep throwing that word around. Are you troubled? You have a difficult past and a hard upbringing. You’ve experienced a much longer life than most at only the age of sixteen. They call you troubled and you still roll your eyes. Lively, you prefer it called instead. Vivacious. Carefree. 

The detention center does not teach you much. Upon your release, they call you rehabilitated, but you do not agree with the word either. You did not need to be rehabilitated, you needed to reach eighteen, to get the freedom every other adult has in the world. And once you do, you don’t look back. You never stop. Life has too much to offer you. New concerts, new movies, new songs, new clothes, new jobs, new people. Everywhere you turn offers a new experience. Everyone you meet has a new story to tell. Everything you do is another page in your own novel. And you just want more. Troubled? No, you were never troubled. You just love feeling of being alive.

[risujoves]

[bakwaaas]

Men have feelings too.

yeah and I’m about to hurt them

[sobadbad]

SOMETHING VERY BAD IS GOING TO HAPPEN 1.06

[diver5ion]

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JAZ SINCLAIR as MARIE MOREAU GEN V: S02E03, "H is for Human"

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