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   THE FIRST BEAMS of sunlight have slowly began to infiltrate the previously darkened quiet sanctuary of the bedroom - rays from the window casting the two slumbering boys in warm early morning light - shadows punctuated with soft golden hues. eyelids fluttering in protest against the intrusion - a soft groan falls from greyson’s lips as he squints - quickly raising a hand to block out most of the harsh light. for a moment he’s disorientated - the curtains aren’t his - this room isn’t familiar. one, two seconds and it’s all coming back to him. last night at the club. having way too many drinks - running into ludde. giving into temptation and boldly making his presence known, dragging the other onto the dance floor before he could so much as protest. he remembers dancing so close but never close enough. carefully - grey turns onto his side, dark blue fabric of his shirt crinkling against the sheets. he appears to still be sleeping and the breath catches in his throat - unable to tear wide azure orbs away from the beauty before him. softly - so gentle the touch is barely there - his hand settles on the slumbering boy’s cheek, thumb ghosting softly along his skin. dropping his head back to the pillow - continuing to watch on with adoration painted onto delicate features.

ludvig can feel the sun hitting his face, claiming him awake. but he does everything in his power to keep his eyes shut, to try to will his mind and body to fall back into slumber. he’s scared that once he is awake, sober and no longer protected by the dim lights of the club, reality will come back crashing down on him. he’s sure now. he knows grey is his soulmate. he doesn’t need to see the mark to confirm, he feels it in his chest and all throughout his body. but he’s not ready to watch him walk away from him. not again. suddenly, he feels soft fingers against his cheek and he almost sighs in relief, a small smile adorning his features. “hey,” he barely whispers, eyes now struggling to open. ludde feels a surge of confidence take over him and he reaches out for grey, wrapping his arm around his waist and pulling him closer to him. he’s very slowly opening his eyes now and when he finds deep blue eyes staring back at him, his hearts swells in adoration for the sleepy boy laying beside him. ludde wants nothing more than to lean down and kiss him. but he’s still not sure if he’s allowed to do that. so he talks in an attempt to delay the heartbreak. “did you sleep well?” he whispers.

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                                                      SOULMATES VERSE !!

intros for ezra, ludde, adrien and étienne are under the cut.

ezra

mark: the outline of joined hands on the right side of his chest. soulmate: tbd

ezra’s parents were each other’s soulmates and he watched them love and adore each other when he was a little child. even now, that his mother is long gone, he knows his father is still deeply in love with her, a love that went beyond a lifetime. and it’s sad and unfair in a way, how his father’s soulmate was taken so soon from him. but still, the memories of his parents give him hope. hope that someday someone is going to come into his life and it’ll be like coming home after a rainy day. ezra imagines how he’ll smile at them and quietly tell them “hey, i’ve been waiting for you.” and the rest of his life will start right there and then. 

wanted connections: for him, i’d really like a poly soulmate kind of thing?! but he could also have different soulmates tbh.

ludde 

mark: sun in the inside of his right wrist. soulmate: greyson sanders

ludde never thought much of the tiny sun on the inside of his arm. he grew up fully aware of the existence of soulmates, his parents were each other’s soulmates after all. but he never obsessed on finding the person that would be right for him, he knew they would arrive when the moment was right. however, when he finally found the person bearing the same mark as him on a rainy day in atlas city, ludde thought life was playing a cruel joke on him. they met by pure accident on a coffee shop in the orchid and got onto talking quite well, that is until ludde finds out his soulmate is pretty much in love with someone else and in a very serious relationship. a boy so used to get anything he wanted was not going to get the one thing that mattered most. so for a long time, he tried to convinced himself his eyes deceived him, he had mistaken the boy, that couldn’t be his soulmate. ludde keeps on trying to find love somewhere else, to find someone who might actually love him back, but no matter what he does, his heart seems to keep bringing him back to big blue eyes and messy chestnut hair.

adrien

marks: a sprig of rosemary, one sage, one parsley and one of thyme scattered around his ribcage. soulmate: harlow kang, basile roux, and more tbd.

since he was a little kid, adrien remembers seeing a small sprig of rosemary on the back of harlow’s neck and he knew then, what perhaps he had always known deep down, she was meant to be one of the most important people in his life. she has his best friend in the whole world, at times, they felt like extensions of each other, there was no doubt that their souls had known each other for lifetimes. then one day he felt the softness of her lips on his own and it was as if a brand new world had opened before his eyes. he loved her, at times more than he ever loved himself. he just couldn’t believe his luck, meeting his soulmate at such a young age, getting to spend a lifetime by her side. then leo arrived, making his life impossibly perfect. it really was a dream come true. however, he couldn’t ignore the rest of the marks on his chest anymore. the way they seemed to itch at night as if calling for him from the other side of the world. he couldn’t help it. when the opportunity came out to direct his first feature film in france, adrien didn’t think twice. he kissed his son goodbye and parted for adventure. now the enfant terrible of the cannes film festival, adrien is surrounded by success and the privilege to explore his creativity any way he wants. however, sometimes he still finds himself missing the peace of what was once his home. still, trying to be a present father figure for leo, adrien has started to split his time between atlas city and paris. he doesn’t worry much about the rest of the marks on his body, he knows they’ll find his way to him, if that’s what’s meant to be.

wanted connections: let’s do soft, let’s do angst, romantic, platonic, poly, it’s up to you. adrien is full of love and he just wants to give it away tbh.

étienne

mark: a sheaf of grain on his left ankle. had it lasered off. soulmate: tbd.

étienne’s parents were soulmates. however, it didn’t seem to mean anything at all. they had learned to hate each other over the years ‘till one day, his mother decided she was done, divorcing his father and leaving him and his two younger brothers behind. however, he’s seen both his parents fall in love again and remarry happily. so he holds on to the hope that he’ll find that probably later in his life. and most importantly, it’ll be someone chosen by him and not by some mark on his body.

wanted connections: étienne lasered off his mark but he is fully aware of what it is! so make him see it on your muse and go absolutely crazy ajkshdk. lots of angst guaranteed. 

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{ maxence danet-fauvel / 27 / cismale / he/his } I know Atlas City is a big place, but have you seen FRANÇOIS-ÉTIENNE PINAULT around here. Gossip says they can be COLD, but they’re redeemable because they’re also BENEVOLENT. When ever I hear their name I think of HAND-ROLLED CIGARETTES, BRUISED KNUCKLES AND A THUNDERSTORM AT NIGHT. If you asked them one thing they couldn’t live without they’d probably say HIS LIGHTER. If you hear UNKOWN (TO YOU) BY JACOB BANKS blasting you know ÉTIENNE is near by. 

so, this is a muse i’ve originally thought to bring only for the greek mythology verse. buuuut, for you beautiful angels, i think i’ll end up using him on all verses. anyways, with that being said, let’s go <3

SUMMARY 

HADES BUT MAKE IT FASHION. PANSEXUAL AF. SOFT AF. BUT RARELY SHOWS IT AF. LOOKS LIKE HE COULD KILL YOU BUT IT’S ACTUALLY A CINNAMON ROLL.

BACKGROUND

François-Étienne Pinault is the oldest son of the CEO of kering, a worldwide conglomerate of luxury brands. daddy dear is one of the richest men in france and the world, and étienne as his oldest child was the chosen one follow on his father’s footsteps. 

it had always been like this, eldest son inherits the family company. and it doesn’t bother étienne at all. he likes what he does, he likes being in charge and he’d never admit it but he LOVES when his father pats him proudly on the shoulder and gives him more responsibility. 

after studying business management at HEC paris, one of the most selective schools back home, étienne slowly but confidently started to rise among the ranks of the family company. for a while he was appointed in charge of one of the luxury brands the company managed. none other than yves saint laurent. 

during his time at YSL, étienne managed to bring the brand to a never before seen success. it was then that his father knew he was ready for the actual big leagues. étienne was then appointed as the head of the american branch of the company. which for some reason beyond my own understanding, we’ll say is located in atlas city, ok? (also known as this verse’s version of the underworld lmao)

anyways, étienne has been living here for a year and a half-ish and honestly? he is bored to death. he flies back home to paris every time he can and he makes impromptu trips to new york more often than not. 

but he’s slowly starting to accept that atlas city will be his home for the foreseeable future. or ‘till daddy dies and he has to come back home to take over the company. i know, it sounds horrible but believe him, he’s just being practical. akshlkaj.

HEADCANONS

his parents divorced when étienne was really young. he has almost zero memories of his parents being happy and in love, most memories he has of them together are from loud fights.

in a very hades fashion, he has a bunch of younger step-siblings. he gets along with some, with others not so much. (those are definitely open connections if you’re interested!) his youngest step-sister is 12 years old and she is lowkey his favorite tbh.

his dad’s company owns basically half of the cannes film festival and the met gala, so may is a very busy month for étienne. he always spends it drowned in dom perignon and looking fab.

speaks like 5 languages, has lived in paris, london and tokyo and is an overall very cultured motherfucker.

even though he can be very intimidating, étienne is one of the softest, kindest bitches you could ever hope to meet.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

his persephone, as in someone he probably is deeply in love with or like, he is sure this is the person he’d love to marry but he wants to mess around a little bit longer before settling down. PLEASE? we could have as much fun as we want with this. 

his younger brothers and his step siblings!! probably going to send this one to the main as wcs. 

his one best friend / wingman / wingwoman in atlas city. like the one person étienne would call anytime he’s bored out of his mind to smoke weed or to go to the club with him.

lots of hook up and fwbs! just like daddy, étienne likes to get around.

maybe co-workers? it could go from other businessmen, assistants, fashion designers, people involved in the art world, you name it...

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ofrcquiems‌:

    FESTIVITIES in full swing, lights twinkling against the quickly darkening sky - calvin breaths out a huff of air, inhaling and exhaling. in and out - eyes peering precariously up at the looming ferris wheel. shifting nervously from foot to foot, lower incisors gnawing at his lower lip. heights had admittedly never been calvin’s strong suit and somehow he’d forgotten - been dragged along into the ride line with friends who were now nowhere in sight - abandoned just as his own turn was approaching. “ fuck this. “ stepping back, he collides with someone behind him, stumbling slightly - reaching out to steady themselves. “ whoa - shit. sorry, sorry. ” panic threatening to set in - coming to an abrupt stop as he realizes whose arm he’s currently gripping - who’d he’d almost sent hurtling towards the ground in his haste to escape the line. “ didn’t mean to do that - i’m just gonna, uhm, go. ” 

adrien knows he is supposed to meet his parents soon. they’ve been looking after his son pretty much all evening but deep down, he wishes to have the summer festival all by himself just for a little bit longer. his head is too far away, thinking of milk formula, baby mozart and the return of leo’s mother when he accidentally bumps into someone. he whispers a quick “sorry” and his eyes widen as he finally catches sight of the stranger that quite literally pushed him out of his reverie. all adrien can think of is how his past seems to be coming back to haunt him lately. “it’s fine, really,” he says slowly, recomposing himself. then he can’t help but notice the uneasiness evident in calvin’s whole demeanor. if anything, fatherhood has made adrien more observant. before he can stop himself he is already asking: “are you alright? you don’t.. you don’t have to go.”

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closed starter | ludde + grey ( @ofrcquiems )

ludde walks around the food stalls and the attractions surrounded by his teammates. they’re all laughing, eating, talking lightly, as if they didn’t have a university league final coming next week. today was all about stuffing themselves with food and going on as many rides as possible trying not to throw up. ludde is contently enjoying an ice cream float, he had shook his head and muttered “americans” when he learned what it was, when he spots him. the cute guy from the party. he pats one of his friends on the back and gives him a knowing smile as he leaves the group to make his way over. time to turn the charm on. “hey,” he mutters once he is close enough. “think i still owe you a coffee, but maybe i could interest you in some festival food instead?”

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{ henrik holm / 24 / cismale / he/his } I know Atlas City is a big place, but have you seen ludvig eskett around here. Gossip says they can be oblivious, but they’re redeemable because they’re also endearing. When ever I hear their name I think of woods filled with snow, morning runs and snapbacks. If you asked them one thing they couldn’t live without they’d probably say his favorite hoodie. If you hear in motion (the range remix) by colouring blasting you know ludde is near by. 

SUMMARY

A CHARMING MOTHERFUCKER WITH A SECRET OR TWO.

BACKGROUND

ludvig eskett aka ludde was born in the beautiful, but very cold town of bergen, norway in 1994. he grew up in a sweet and loving family, surrounded by nature and outdoor activities. 

he is the youngest of two boys and along with his brother, he had a very happy and active childhood. from a young age, it became obvious that our boy was gifted when it came to sports. 

so, his parents, very smartly, enrolled him in the town’s children’s hockey team and the rest was history. the boy only got better and better at it, always team captain, always the coaches’ favorite player, the team’s golden boy.

going into high school and his teenage years, ludde LOVED the popularity that his hockey star status gave him. he had girls and boys adoring him and he always made most of it, starting to explore with both (he’s my pansexual baby love).

( mental health tw ) however, things for ludde started to change. from feeling like he was constantly on top of the world, suddenly all the love and affection of an entire town didn’t feel like it was enough. sometimes he just couldn’t bring himself to care about anything or anyone, barely finding the strength to get out of bed in the mornings, his performance in hockey now a ghost of what it used to be. his parents and coaches took notice and after blurry long months of visits to the doctor, ludvig was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. 

for a few years, it felt as if ludde and his support net had things under control. some days were harder than others but he was finally learning to live with bipolar. he was about to graduate from high school and had plenty of university offers from all over europe and the united states alike. ludde felt on top of the world again. he was feeling so so good, he decided to stop taking his meds. 

and then one day, another manic episode arrived. he had been feeling the symptoms for a few days prior but still, he was feeling so good. it was his high school prom night after all. he had been drinking pretty much all evening and well into the night with his friends and his teammates. then ludde and his best friend thought it might be a good idea to drive to the fjords to see the sunrise and so they took ludde’s father’s car and drove into adventure. ludde, manic and drunk, crashed the car not too far away from bergen. his first instinct was to call his older brother who very quickly got to the scene and told his brother and his friend to disappear before the police arrived. no university would want a drunk driver with a misdemeanor charge. so, ludde fled the scene and his brother took the fall for him. ( mental health tw ends here )

now it must be noted that ludde’s brother didn’t have such a clean perfect record as his brother. he had already been caught driving under the influence and in possession of drugs. so this was the last straw and he was sentenced to serve jail time.

ludde’s family made sure to hide his involvement in the crash very well, it’s their best kept secret. and so they decided it was best to keep him as far away as possible, they couldn’t risk the guilt or his sense of righteousness to get in the way of his hockey career.

that’s how ludde ended up in atlas city. after accepting the scholarship offer from the town’s university, he has been here for about 5 years. 

his relationship with his family is quite estranged now and he has not been back home since the day he left. even though he resents his parents for putting hockey first, he still wishes to make up with his brother.

however, he’s overall very happy now. enjoying his last year of university and taking care of his mental health, day by day, minute per minute.

HEADCANONS

ludde’s goal is to become a pro hockey player and play for NHL, ‘cause well, that’s what his parents wanted of him. but he’s slowly caring less and less about all that. 

he’s basically disney’s hercules ok. kindest, most loyal motherfucker you’ll ever meet. seriously, people take advantage of him VERY easily. 

he’s studying sustainable design and architecture in atlas U. he dreams of working on that field one day.

LOVES the snow and thrives on colder climates. do with that info whatever you want.

also, probably not a headcanons but i based ludde off another ludde from the swedish webseries eagles and my LOVE, SUNSHINE, even bech næsheim from skam og.

and you know that song liability by lorde? well, that’s how he feels most of the time, he just hides it very well.

ALSO!!! HE WAS KEPT THE CAR CRASH AND HIS MENTAL ILLNESS PRETTY MUCH A SECRET FROM EVERYONE IN ATLAS. OK, I’M FINISHED FOR REAL NOW.

SOME WANTED WCS

 an exes plot based on all too well by tswift.

another plot based on liability by lorde obvs.

HIS BEST FRIENDS: from uni, from hockey, from the dorms, from the bar, give him his tribe, he needs it.

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feliciathcgoat‌:

serena turned towards the other after taking sip from her red cup, “so you know how they say the loudest in the room is weak?” she observed the people in the room, “what if the loudest in the room is probably the loneliest one in the room?” she took another sip, “you get me?”

ezra looked at her and nodded, as if he was deep in concentration. he knew quite well she was quoting tyler the creator, but he took it seriously, as if this was plato they were discussing. “i get you,” he nodded, taking a sip of his own drink. “why would you feel the need to be so freaking loud if it isn’t because your crippling loneliness is demanding to be felt?” he muttered, his eyes somewhere on the horizon. “truer words have never been spoken.”

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“i – it’s not a costume or anything!” river stammered, ducking his head while his cheeks went red. hell, he even reached up to tip his hat to cover as much as his face as possible for extra measure. “i have to wear it to compete,” he mumbled in defense. to people living deep in the city, the boots, denim, flannel, and cowboy hat was a far cry from typical. but to river and his family, it was just practical. he probably wore a rendition of this outfit every single day, but not in front of people like them. “it’s just practical ! and it also makes it easy to see who actually belongs here and who is just watching.”

adrien just stood there, baby leo attached at the hip as he let river carry on with his mumbling. he doesn’t even know why he’s surprised to see him in full cowboy outfit, if he’s honest, adrien’s already kind of used to river’s “fashion style.” “i didn’t say it was a costume,” he started, trying not to laugh. “but you look elegant.. kind of.. like..” now he was the one doing the mumbling. “i feel like these are the boots and hat that you wear to special events and i don’t get what’s so special about this festival,” he finished, looking down at himself wearing sweatpants and a white tee.  

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shcabuttcr‌:

“ would you like a tarot or astrology reading ? ” she asked with a bright smile, she’d been in the same spot all day but honestly she was having a blast teaching the little kids about divination, watching the teenage girls giggle over love potions and grandparents who wanted a good luck charm. “ or if you’re more into potions, herbs and things my cousin who usually does those is on break but i’d be happy to help you with one. ”

ezra sat across from her and removed his sunglasses. it was just a tarot reading on the summer festival, yet he couldn’t help but feel.. nervous? he was definitely not ready to find out if he was to die next month. “i kinda wanted the cards opinion on something...” he started, offering a smile. “but herbs and potions also sound like a lot of fun, maybe i should try that too.”

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❤ / basil + adrian

text starters!:

send ❤ for a lusty/loving/affectionate message: HERE.

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imessage → cute coffee boy

adrien: hey, it was very nice getting to know you.

adrien: again, thank you for the drink.

adrien: i would like to make it up to you somehow.

adrien: dinner maybe? :)

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✉ ♣ / any muse ! :)

text starters!:

send ✉ for an 2 AM text: HERE.send ♣ for a drunk message: HERE.

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imessage → calvin mikaels

adrien: had too much wine and i got nstalgic

adrien: i kinda miss you

adrien: but ill deny all this in the morning

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imessage → gray from the party

ludde: hey, i'm ludde, from the party?

ludde: you looked really cute tonight

ludde: wanna do something tomorrow? maybe nurse our hangovers together?

ludde: i'm sorry if i'm being too straightforward, i just can't help myself.