hey guys! so while i was recovering from being sick, i did some thinking and decided that i wanted to start fresh here at excess! i’m gonna be dropping kaia and samyr, and bringing in a new muse!! i already have his fc picked out, but i wanted you guys’ input on what i should do for him career wise, so if you wouldn’t mind just answering this quick little survey please :~)
edit: so the athelete/ceo and sugar baby turned model/actor got the most votes so far! i adjusted the survey just to leave those options up to see who wins overall fdkjng thanks to everyone who voted! and if you haven’t, pls help your nb pal out kjnfd
SO guys, i just messaged the main to ask for a little hiatus ‘cause my dumbass ended up getting a chest cold :) so i’m sick as hell and taking meds, and i’ll be a little out of it for the next few days, so that’s why i’m not around! wish me luck on my road to recovery lmaooo
there were few friends in life who you could easily reconnect with and pick up where you’d left off without much worry. milena was grateful that kaia was one of those friends, so it had been an easy yes when she’d received the call on her way out of her own recording session to come by. “of course,” she smiled as she walked in carrying a bag full of takeout in one hand and one with wine bottles in the other for the two. after setting the bags down on a table in the center of the room, she waved her hand in the air dismissively as she insisted, “don’t worry about it, seriously. you can just get it next time.” she set her own belongings down on the couch, shrugging off the denim jacket over her top, before digging into the bags to lay out the containers on the table. “how long have you been here?” milena glanced up at the other as she set the food out, knowing fully well how draining certain studio days could be.
“girl..” she sighed, shaking her head. kaia knew there was no point in trying to argue with milena over something so tedious, especially a few dollars, so she just decided to drop it. “alright. but i’m definitely getting it next time.” she settled down in one of the chairs at the table, brushing her hair over her shoulder with one hand while the other tapped her manicured fingernails against the tabletop. “how long have i been here? ah..” she glanced up at the ceiling, trying to think. “what time is it?” she reached for her phone, tapping the screen so it would light up. “oh shit, it’s almost seven? ...i’ve been here since this morning, at like eight. i didn’t even realize this much time had passed.”
parker began to relax the moment he felt kaia’s soothing back - and - forth motions. his default is tense. he doesn’t loosen up, except when under the influence of alcohol or if he sees kaia, and she instills him with that sense of calm he’s only ever gotten from being around her. “well, i don’t think the problem is that lav doesn’t feel the same way. i think it’s that she’s afraid to admit that she does.” as someone who once took a similar stance with the person standing right in front of him now, he would understand his bandmate’s choice if he was correct about it, but he’s certain that he would still be just as irritated by it. “don’t feel like talking about it anymore,” he decided, glancing over kaia’s shoulder at the items she had cooking over the stove. “what’d i interrupt?” he wondered.
“ah, so it’s just one of those ‘both of them are being stupid’ kind of things, huh?” she chuckled, a little amused by the whole situation. she could understand why he was upset though. “you kinda have to see the humor in it, babe.. they’re only making things more difficult for themselves. once everything comes to light and everyone admits their feelings, you’re all going to look back on this and laugh about it.” kaia nodded when he said that he didn’t want to talk about it any longer, her fingertips tapping against the small of his back. “i was just about to cook dinner. i’m actually working on a glaze for some salmon. you hungry?”
rhett grunted as he heard the girl , followed shortly after by the pointy nudge . “ i am doing something . ” he mumbled under his breath in the classic smart ass tone 99% of their interactiond would be coated with . of course , said something was mindlessly scrolling through his phone and ignoring most of what kaia was talking about , which she never failed at noticing since he never bothered to hide it very well . “ also , what did i tell you about calling me rhetty ? ” he added , not that she cared about the amount of times he had told her he hated the nickname , in her defense he hated most nicknames anyways .
“i meant something that’s actually fun. for me. not just for you. god, what kind of host are you? if you didn’t want to have company, you shouldn’t have invited me over.” that wasn’t entirely true. he didn’t invite her over, but he didn’t push back when she said she was coming over.. mostly. or maybe she just ignored his protests. she knew that if he really didn’t want her to come over than he would’ve slammed the door in her face when she got there. “i don’t recall you telling me anything about calling you rhetty.” she gave him an innocent look.
there’s no one who can frustrate him like kaia does, and no one who can calm him like she does. parker answered her with a grumble as he slid his arms around her and rested his cheek on the top of her head. “i dunno,” he murmured, unsure if he felt like talking about it, or how he would even describe the problem. “he didn’t really do anything. it’s just hard to be around him when he’s fucking moping all the time. mase is never really happy, but he’s usually a lot less fucking miserable to be around then he is right now. it’s not like i can do anything about it either,” he concluded, “the only thing that can is time unless lav changes her mind about him.” parker was losing hope in the latter ever happening and he was growing more and more frustrated with wondering how long it was going to take mason to get over his feelings for their bandmate.
she rubbed her hand up and down his back, hoping that the gentle action could help calm him down a little bit. as much as kaia knew she was the cause of a lot of parker’s frustration and irritation, she absolutely hated it when someone else irritated or frustrated him. it wasn’t that she was the only one allowed to do that, but that was exactly what it was. or at least that was how kaia felt. it was one thing for her to do it, but for someone else to do it? definitely not. a huge no-no in her book. she hummed to show that she was listening, her hand continuing its stroking motions against his back. “i see.” she could understand why he was frustrated - hell, she would be too if she were in his situation. “what are the chances of lav ever changing her mind about him?”
“thanks for stopping by, lena. i really appreciate it.” kaia stepped to the side, allowing milena to walk inside of the studio she had rented out for the next several hours. she’d been there since early in the morning and the sun was starting to set, so she had definitely logged in some heavy hours that day. however, she did in fact need a break. her eyes were tired and heavy, her hands hurt from writing and rewriting lyrics over and over again. she needed something to recharge her batteries, which was why she had called her close friend and requested that she bring some food and drinks along with her. “how much do i owe you for the food?” she asked, reaching for her phone after shutting the door. “i can apple pay you, or cashapp you.” 𝝬 — @milcnahq
she wasn’t quite sure how the two of them had become friends. they were complete opposites, and they tended to butt heads and annoy each other more than anything, but it somehow worked for them. in a way, her friendship with rhett reminded her of the dynamics she would see between siblings, which was a pretty good way to describe their friendship. they sure as hell got on each other’s nerves like they were siblings, that was for sure. “rhett,” she mumbled, reaching out with her foot and nudging his leg with the toe of her heel. “rhett.. rhetty, rhett, rhetty.” she nudged him with each word. “i’m bored. let’s do something.” 𝝬 — @rhettfm
he’s used to the pros of living with his bandmates far outweighing the cons. the fact that mason and lavender aren’t speaking is palpable in every room of the house, and it was so distracting and uncomfortable for parker that he decided that he needed to get away, even if it was just for a few hours. he wears kaia’s key on a necklace, usually tucked into the collar of his shirt with only a hint of the silver chain peeking out. he didn’t think that he could stand to see anyone else. he unlocked her front door and shucked off his jacket as he stepped inside as smoothly and easily as he would at his own house. it wasn’t unusual for him to show up at her place unannounced, or for him to forgo a proper greeting if she happened to be home. “fuckin’ mason.” parker stood with one shoulder pressed against the doorframe rather than stepping into the room where he had found kaia. “he’s pissing me off.” / @kcia
it wasn’t a surprise to kaia that parker showed up unannounced - he did it more often than not, which she had to admit that she loved. her house was rather large in size, something she had grown accustomed to throughout her childhood, and it did get a little lonely sometimes when she didn’t have guests over. and of course, parker was her favorite guest to have. she was in the kitchen when he showed up, standing by the stove and mixing together ingredients for the meal she was preparing. she turned around when he spoke, her eyebrows furrowing at his words. “oh,” she murmured, setting the bowl on the counter and approaching him, her arms wrapping around his torso. “what happened, boo bear? do you wanna talk about it?”
❛no, it’s been open for months but I don’t think I’ve heard you talking about it❜ she says trying to remember the name of the boutique. she turns around following kaia outside the shop. ❛can we grab something to eat first? im fucking starving❜ tini chuckles.
“oh, good. i’m always on the lookout for new places to shop.” she nodded her head as they exited the boutique, placing her sunglasses back onto her face. “for sure. you just reminded me that i haven’t eaten all day, i can’t believe i’ve made it this long without my stomach eating itself.” kaia glanced down the street. “we can go to that little cafe at the end of the block? they have amazing margaritas.” she glanced at her watch - it was only three in the afternoon, but that wasn’t too early to start drinking, right?
ryan destiny. cis female. she/her. ／ kaia moore just pulled up blasting control by halsey — that song is so them ! you know, for a(n) twenty-three (23) year old singer / heiress, i’ve heard they’re really -materialistic, but that they make up for it by being so +ambitious. if i had to choose three things to describe them, i’d probably say furs, jewelry and heels. here’s to hoping they don’t cause too much trouble ! ( LJ, 20, est, they/them )
career claim: rihanna, jhene aiko + sza
hey everyone! so you guys already know kaia, nothing has really changed about her personality wise, BUT i gave her a new career and switched up her background just a bit! this is mostly just for future reference about kaia, but if anyone wants to plot something fresh with her, just like this or message me and we can work something out!
basics.
NAME: kaia moore.
PRONOUNS: she/her.
AGE: twenty-three.
BIRTH DATE: march 4th, 1997.
BIRTH PLACE: los angeles, california.
HOMETOWN: los angeles, california.
CURRENT RESIDENCE: los angeles, california.
NATIONALITY: american.
ETHNICITY: african-american.
RELIGION: none practiced.
OCCUPATION: heiress, singer.
LANGUAGES: english (native), french (intermediate), spanish (novice).
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual.
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic.
visual.
FACECLAIM: ryan destiny.
EYE COLOR: dark brown.
HAIR COLOR: dark brown.
HEIGHT: 5 feet, 4 inches..
WEIGHT: 130 pounds.
TATTOOS: none yet.
PIERCINGS: ears, belly button.
kaia was born into a wealthy family right off the bat. her father ran a fortune 500 company and her mother was a retired singer who rose to fame in the mid eighties and dominated the industry up until she retired and had kaia in 1997.
for as long as kaia can remember, her parents’ relationship had been toxic. they were always arguing with one another and cheating on one another. kaia wouldn’t be surprised if her and her siblings were half siblings given how often their mom cheated on their father and vice versa.
ever since she was a little girl, her parents, her mother especially, was really hard on her and her siblings. if they expressed an interest in something, she made them practice it until they perfected it. oftentimes that would lead to them developing a hatred towards what they once loved because she ruined it for them.
the first thing that their mother ever ruined for her was dancing. she wanted to be a ballet dancer when she was four years old. her mother put her in lessons and suddenly it was like all she was allowed to do was ballet. for six years kaia had to endure ballet lessons even though she didn’t want to, and she despised it by the time she was able to get out - still does to the day tbh
her music career started when she was just fifteen years old. she was signed to her mother’s former label and they worked on music for a year until she released her debut album when she was sixteen. everything was pretty much done for her, she was just told what to sing and how to sing it. she enjoyed music though, so she didn’t really mind it at first.
she got pretty popular pretty early on, more than she thought she would. she quickly began to grow weary of the industry because even at a young age, she was being sexualized and it made her feel pretty uncomfortable.
on top of that, she had signed a contract that made it so that she had to release at least one album every year, although it would be preferred that she release two. not only did she have albums to release, but she had to tour, do appearances, and other performances. she was being stretched super thin and her stress was becoming more and more difficult to handle.
by the time she was twenty and had been in the industry for a few years, she released seven studio albums - one in 2013, two in 2014, two in 2015, one in 2016 and one in 2017.
the stress on her mind and body from being so overworked eventually took its toll, and she ended up having to take a break from the industry altogether. she developed major anxiety issues and had to go on medication for it. that was in 2018, the same year that her contract with her label expired. they gave her hell, trying to get her to sign back with them, but she refused.
they tried to have her blacklisted in the industry, but fortunately for kaia, her name still held a lot of star power. if someone heard her name, they’d want to work with her, regardless of her label.
now she’s under a new label and is currently working on her first EP
is very bitter towards her mother because her mother basically saw everything her former label did to her and didn’t try to help her or stop it, even when she was still a teenager. they don’t get along, and they don’t even speak these days unless they absolutely have to.
she’s nervous about releasing new music because she’s afraid that people have forgotten her/won’t like her new sound.
still the same kaia personality wise - materialistic, a little catty, kind of a bitch, but a loyal ass friend.
only this time add a dash of bitterness and self deprecation.
and that’s pretty much it!
CAREER TIMELINE
2013 - Music of the Sun (May 27th)
2014 - A Girl Like Me (January 12th); Good Girl Gone Bad (August 19th)
❛ 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕 for tallulah to focus —— her mind was constantly wandering back & forth between work matters, & the stress that her ex-husband placed her under ; her life not as perfect as it appeared on instagram or television. she had managed to become a hot topic amongst the american public ; many often alleging that she didn’t care about the quality of the products she sold. sure, maybe in the beginning it was meant to be more of a quick & simple fad, but now that she’s built something of an empire out of her cosmetics, merchandise, & skincare, she was almost 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 to care ; forced to give a damn about the customers that support her. she’s never thought ill of them, no, but the constant scrutiny has seemingly taken the fun out of the creative process for her. so, in order for her to get her mind from following a path of negative thinking patterns, she pulled her phone out & stared at her reflection ; applying silly filters to rouse laughter. if she was merely at home doing this, it’d be perfectly fine, but that wasn’t the case.
instead, she was having lunch with a cohort. did she appear rude ? definitely, but she hoped they wouldn’t mind. she didn’t mean to ignore them. when she realized, she set her phone back in her limited edition hermès birkin bag, & gleamed over at her sweet company ; offering an apologetic smile. ❝ 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 —— whenever it gets too quiet, like, my mind starts going places that i’d rather it not, so i needed a distraction, ❞ she mused, pushing her plate of salade niçose aside. ❝ are you enjoying your food ? i love this place… it’s just a pity that paparazzi flock here… like, sure, it’s been years since i’ve become a public figure, but like, i still feel like an animal at a zoo with all the cameras, & eyes, pointed at me. ❞ she laughed, shaking her head before picking up her glass of wine to take a long sip.
with the free time she had on her hands, kaia was able to spend it doing things that she enjoyed doing. not that she didn’t like her work, because she did. being able to travel and experience different cultures and indulge in different fashions was a dream come true for her, but she was beginning to find herself in a bit of a rut. she was restless. she wanted to do something new, but she had no idea what she wanted to do. it was frustrating not knowing what her next move would be. she was so used to being on top of things, to knowing what she wanted and going for it without hesitation. she hated not knowing what was coming next. going into the future blind wasn’t ideal for her, and she was still trying to adjust to it.
how did she adjust? avoiding the problem until it was unavoidable. how did she avoid the problem? by meeting with friends for lunch. she sipped at her martini, shaking her head at the other girl’s apology. “oh, no, you’re fine. i get where you’re coming from, it’s cool. anything you want to talk about?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she sat her glass down and picked up her fork to finish off the rest of her grilled salmon. “the food is really great here. i don’t really come often for that exact reason.” she pursed her lips, giving her shoulders a slight shrug. “it’s not something that you ever get used to, unfortunately.”
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