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gothwives: jae. 26. they/she. pst. established september 2022. home of the final girl’s support group and the villain’s union. an exploration of grief, trauma, the nature of victimhood, the depths of human depravity, and survivor's guilt.
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the quiver of her lip and tone of her voice was telling dakota she was lying. but of course she was putting on a brave face, probably for him. if she didn't, well, he would tease her relentlessly until she agreed to come with him anyway. "you really think there's any cops out this way? this place has been abandoned for years. i don't think they give much of a shit about it any more." her pleading isn't swaying him in any certain way - he wants to stay. "you can go home, if you'd like. i'll just stay right here, and see what all i can find." knows that she'll probably end of staying if he did, despite her fears. "live a little, winnie. you'll be fine. you really think i'll let any harm come to you?" @gothwives
knowing how headstrong he could be, it was unlikely anything winnie said would sway him from his convictions; no matter how much she whined or pleaded, dakota wouldn't leave if he didn't want to. there was no way she would be walking home alone, either, considering the sun had gone down hours ago, and they were in a shady part of town. instead, she stayed close to his side, reaching out to cling onto his arm as if he was a life preserver. "maybe... you never know." even if they weren't arrested for trespassing, that didn't make a difference to winnie. god was always watching, and they were currently traipsing through his house with ill intent, at least in dakota's case. "i just don't see what's so 'fun' about this... it's just a dusty old building!" as far as entertainment went, this sort of thing would be pretty far down on her list, but she didn't think that made her boring. just practical— cautious, even. "what're you lookin' for, anyways? ain't nothin' in here but dirt and old bibles. y'know, if you wanted to convert, you coulda' just told me. you should lemme bring you to a real church when the sun's still up!"
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' god , lux ! when i said i want them put away , i meant jailed ------ not put in the fucking ground . this is going to get us in so much trouble . '
"why would we waste our time waiting for the justice system to let him off with a slap on the wrist when i could just take care of it myself?" the decision had been a no-brainer in lux's mind, not an ounce of apprehension or guilt to be found. the guy was better off dead, anyway, so why should she feel bad? "don't be so dramatic... nothing bad is going to happen to us! i took care of everything."
"you're not scared, are you?" tone is taunting, teasing. hand reaches for her face, gently stroking her cheek. "i wouldn't put you in the line of trouble, would i?" he tsks before letting his arm drop. "c'mon, winnie. i thought you wanted to do something fun." @gothwives
“no… ‘m not scared.” winnie could only hope her claim sounded more convincing out loud than it did in her head, but the tremble in her tone surely gave it away. not only was she fearful of getting caught, but the building itself was the perfect setting for a horror film, and she just so happened to be prime final girl material. those worries subsided just slightly when he reached out to caress her cheek, eyes briefly fluttering while she reveled in his comforting touch and words of reassurance. “i meant, like, goin’ to the movies! not trespassin’… it’s creepy in here, kota! i wanna go home."
You want to know if I was ever really in love with you? Every morning, I wake up wishing I wasn’t.
Havana Rose Liu photographed by Valheria Rocha for The Sky is Everywhere, February 2022.
RACHEL SENNOTT for HIGHSNOBIETY | September 2023 photographed by Morgan Maher
"thank god." the easiness with which he talked about it, it was as if he was debating weather preferences. "don't know what people saw in it, really. why would you stay there drooling, staring at the ceiling when you could snort or line or two and wake up the next day have written an entire album in one night?" he chuckled. but when she held his hand, he just shook his head. his best imitation of feigned innocence while the smile stayed there, unwavering, splattered across his features. "oh, that? no, no, sorry, common misconception, it's my purity ring. i'm saving myself for our lord jesus chris—" though he couldn't even finish the sentence without laughing. "i'm just, you know, i'm a very religious guy." leo shrugged. — it just felt good to laugh it was all, it felt good to smile, laugh, flirt, to not be arguing with someone all the time, not have every interaction with a person be a nightmare. this didn't have to lead anything. they could just flirt, and go home, right? "thank you, thank you, that actually helps me a lot. something, something, temptation." but she looked so good blushing the only real concrete thought he had was how much he wanted her to do that over and over again. a small chuckle pushed past lips, "no, no, i think they liked me because of all the guitar playing. you know. lots of skillful finger movements there." leo mimicked a fake guitar role with his free hand. "i think the charm was the cherry on top." he winked and then, another laugh, "sorry, was that one a lot? because it did feel like a lot."
"i mean... i would never engage in either, obviously." a lie. one that he'd be able to see right through if he paid any attention to the sleazy tabloids that insisted on reporting on every nepo baby alive. "but i'd choose a k-hole over coke dick any day." joking around with him didn't feel like talking to her dad, it felt more like talking to a friend, and perhaps that's why she was enjoying it so much. call it immaturity, but there was a youthfulness about him that priscilla found refreshing. "you too? oh, thank god! i thought i was the only virgin left in los angeles!" his laughter was contagious, sporting a grin so wide it started to make her cheeks sore. being a married man and all, she figured he was perhaps out of practice when it came to flirting, but he was sure doing a pretty good job so far. better than she would've expected from one of her dad's peers, anyway. whatever the night was leading to, at least leo was providing her with a fair bit of entertainment for the time being. "am i tempting you? i'm not even doing anything! you must be really starving for it, huh?" fixing those enchanting eyes of hers on him, priscilla batted her lashes, leaning in close and walking her fingertips up from his chest and toying with the top button of his shirt. "what's the matter? your wife doesn't put out anymore?" pearly whites sunk into her lower lip, she pulled back just slightly, removing her hand and quickly slurping down the rest of her vodka soda. "it was... but not too much. you could do more. i think i'd like to see you try..."
"so much of it." he laughed shaking his head, at her, at herself, at the memory, at the terrible feeling of longing still stuck in his chest for a time he could never go back to. "but hey it was the 80s, everyone was doing coke in the 80s." a chuckle pushed past her lips. that giggle of hers was doing something to him. "ring? which ring? i don't know what you're talking about." he raised an eyebrow, a perfect pretend version of plain stupid. it should have worked, really, as a reminder, to pull back, away, to go the fuck home. his wife was probably home, thinking he was working. it should have worked to stop him, it didn't. instead leo waved her off, "i'm not trying to get into your pants, alright? i'm just saying. you got a very distracting thing going on there. kinda hard to keep all my thoughts straight when i keep sidetracked by your eyes." a smirk sneaked its way to the corner of lips, "but hey, i apologize, if you don't like it, i'll refrain from making any comments about how breathtaking you are. and no, that didn't count."
"it's making a comeback, y'know," she informed him. "ket is out, coke is back in. it's for the best, i think... think of all those poor horses in need of tranquilizers, meanwhile some art student from bushwick just snorted enough to take out the entire kentucky derby." not only was their whole interaction inappropriate based on their age difference alone, his connection to her father should've made her think twice about allowing him to buy her drink after drink— actually, she did think twice. priscilla thought it over a couple times, rehashing the same debate in her head every time she got a reminder of how he'd past his prime decades ago, and each time, she came to the same conclusion. it was wrong, but it was hot. "no? you've got no idea?" a perfectly groomed brow arched as she reached out to snatch the offending hand, pulling it close to her face and inspecting the thick gold band. "what's this? your promise ring?" just as he should've had the good sense to leave her alone— for multiple reasons— priscilla also had ample opportunity to put a stop to what was quickly spiraling into something they couldn't take back. seeing as leo didn't seem to be backing down anytime soon, she wasn't about to, either. "oh, my bad. so sorry about that. i'll just keep my eyes to myself, i guess." his paltry attempt at flirting shouldn't have had such a strong effect on her, and yet she couldn't help but blush. "god, you're awful! is this what did it for girls back in the day? this is that famous leonardo charm that had groupies flashing you their tits from your tour bus?"
open starter ft. persephone lily (m/f/nb) plot: persephone ran away from her cult because she didn't want to marry their 'messiah'. only problem is she has no idea where she's going. connections: anything that fits, could be a stranger, could be the cult's leader tracking her down, a dirty cop that picks her up, etc. (feel free to throw some supernatural/horror themes in since its spooky szn)
persephone stands awkwardly as the other waits for her to answer them. "i'm okay, just trying to get to the bus station." she finally says, not divulging the reason why she's out all by herself with nothing but a duffel bag of clothes and not much else. she also doesn't want to tell them that she has no idea how far the bus station is or what direction it's in. persephone just figures if she stays on this road long enough she'll get there. as for what she'll do for buying a ticket? she isn't above stealing if she has to, anything to get away from the nameless, faceless messiah that's apparently chosen her to be his bride.
"you sure?" it wasn't like kai to meddle in the personal affairs of his subjects. he'd gone to great lengths to remain detached enough to not directly influence any members of the congregation, refraining from even showing his face before them, so that his word was the only proof that he really did exist. of course, there were the members of his inner circle that knew him more personally, those he trusted enough to spread his word and act on his behalf, becoming the face of the cult he'd worked so hard to build. if it was anyone else, he would've let them run away, but this wasn't just your average disciple— this was his betrothed. chosen not by him, but the higher power he answered to, and as such he couldn't let her go. "how about i give you a lift there? it's a couple miles away, and it looks to me like a storm's heading our way... can't have you walking alone in the rain. c'mon, hop in. i'm headed that way, anyway."
JENNA ORTEGA as Mabel in 'FINESTKIND' (2023)
open to: m/w/nb
character: leonardo. 47. former 80s/90s rockster turned music producer after the band broke up. hates ordinary life so fucking much.
plot: i'm so tired of arguing with my wife, i went out for a night and now i'm laughing for the first time in so fucking long.
connection: a fan of his old stuff, someone he just met, former crush, idk. age gap questionable connections welcome. he is a bad person. but no incest of any kind, thanks.
"—and yeah. we jumped out of a two story window into the pool. dumbass decision, i know, but we were having the time of our lives." he laughed. arm around their shoulder. leo was too close, he knew he was a little too close for a married man, he knew he shouldn't, but god— his voice lowered just a little bit just then, "fuck, you are pretty."
"remind me again, how much coke did you do beforehand? 'cause there's no fucking way you were sober for that." having grown up hearing her father's stories of his glory days, she was familiar with some of the debauchery they'd gotten themselves into back then, but priscilla still hadn't expected a man twice her age to be so fun. it's what made her stick around, genuinely curious to know what was going to come out of his mouth next as they remained tucked away in a corner of the bar, so close she could smell the pricy cologne wafting off of him. "whoa there, cowboy..." the boldness of his compliment made her giggle, toying with the skinny straw stuck in her drink. "you might wanna take your ring off before you try and get in my pants..."
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A trope that gets to me: 'guard dog' character and their partner who are both fully aware of it and honestly don't care/kind of like it. Someone says "call your guard dog off" and their partner does call them off. That person, their 'guard dog', is someone who is unreservedly, irrefutably loyal to them. Someone undoubtedly dangerous who is willing to kill, to maim, to obey, simply because of their love for one another. There's no manipulation involved— it is loyalty, brutal, dogged loyalty. And it goes both ways.
