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𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, i'm gonna buy 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 and see it go stand here beside me, baby, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 some will 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 and some just sit and 𝐜𝐫𝐲 but you just sit down there and you 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐲

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a  dependent  blog  for  exclusivenyc  .    penned  by  lauryn   (   21 ,   cst  ,   she / her   )   &   featuring   :   𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖆 𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓  &  𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎  𝖉𝖆𝖊  .

aglaia  alderson .  .  .

—  /  introduction  ,  about  ,  statistics

sunni  dae  .  .  .

—  /  introduction  ,  about  ,  statistics

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open to: @dvluknw​​

location: soliel restaurant

attempting a life on the up and up for the time being actually wasn’t too bad. bartending was an invigorating experience for aglaia, who found enjoyment in interacting with all sorts of people. networking, she called it. each person was an opportunity to aggie, someone she could get something out of. though she would frequent one bar in particular to work at, freelancing was something she’d dipped her toes into. it kept things fresh. despite finding some pleasure in her work, it was still work. so, when the end of her shift came, aglaia breathed a sigh of relief.

i need a drink, she thought to herself. the night was still fairly young and the restaurant was still crowded with a variety of patrons. not yet closed but somewhat nearing that time, aglaia figured having an after shift drink or two couldn’t hurt. not wanting to settle in and drink alone, aglaia began to seek out a familiar face. the owner was a fascinating character, someone aggie desired to learn more about. wandering the restaurant, she stopped in her tracks when she encountered their presence. leaning against the nearest stable object, aglaia crossed her arms and directed an offer toward them, “ hey, mattie. you ready for a drink ? ”

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Endless List of Favorite Couples  (Movie Edition)  ☆  Rick O'Connell &  Evelyn Carnahan

“I swear, the kid gets more and more like you every day.” “What, you mean more attractive, sweet and devilishly charming?” “No, he’s driving me crazy.”

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open to: @dcvilsrow​​

location: aglaia’s living room ( bed-stuy, brooklyn )

aglaia’s roommate was suspiciously gone for the evening. it’s the small blessings, she thought to herself, silently thanking whatever omniscient entity that was looking out for her. things had been tense around their place of living, and any escape from that took a large weight off of her shoulders. besides, an unlikely encounter from a week ago made the living room a necessity for the evening. she could have had her guest over in her bedroom, but laying on a bed with a stranger that she met at a movie theater might be awkward.

her invitation came from a place of loneliness. aglaia’s friends from her days of being twenty and reckless in brooklyn had dispersed, as far as she knew, and it left her feeling isolated. not that she minded most of the time, but there were fleeting moments where it would creep up on her and cause her to do things like invite strangers to a place that wasn’t even hers. he seems alright enough, she had thought at the time. and he did. he was relatively polite in their post-movie conversation, and that was a good sign, right ? anyways, aglaia had pursued far more dangerous activities.

so, a text had been sent out to the stranger who called himself noel with aglaia’s temporary address and some explanation on where to go when he came upon the general area. she wasn’t quite sure what to expect, so an array of snacks and various alcoholic beverages ranging from wine to peanut butter whiskey sat atop the kitchen counter. awaiting his arrival on the living room sofa, aglaia reminded herself, be nice, aggie.

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open to: @discsters​ ( greer )

location: a dive bar in manhattan

tony’s bar was once one of aglaia’s favorite spots in new york city. it had been a place that she and her roommate frequented despite the far drive from bed-stuy. why was that ? well, they had the stiffest drinks in all of nyc . . . and the food ( which mostly consisted of hot dogs and enchiladas with kraft cheese on top ) wasn’t half bad when you’re drunk. after three years of being locked up, she was mildly shocked to see the place still standing. pushing her way in to the bar, she was greeted with the noisy clammer of drunken bar goers and pool balls clacking together.

one of the first things she noticed was some creepy guy with an especially flushed face flashing eyes toward a brunette perched upon a bar stool. with a mostly subtle eye roll in his direction, aglaia worked her way through the crowd up to the bar. placing herself beside the brunette in an open bar stool, she directed a friendly smile toward her. leaning in closer, she whispered, “ heads up. there’s some creeper staring at you . . . like, really staring. he’s over there, next to the darts. ” aglaia vaguely motioned to the dartboard, and awaited her reaction. maybe she was interested in him, she thought. some girls have a thing for weird guys.

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𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎 𝖉𝖆𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 . . .

Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but  [SUNNI DAE], a [FORTY] year-old [CIS WOMAN] has lived in [FLATIRON DISTRICT, MANHATTAN] for [TWENTY-TWO YEARS]. This is the city of dreams and [SHE/HER] knows it, because they came to NYC to be an [ACTRESS]. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [SON YE-JIN]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!

hey, everyone ! here’s sunni. her about is listed here, her statistics are listed here, and her plotting page is listed here. if you’d like to claim any of the plots on that page or do some other plotting, shoot me a message ! i prefer discord, but i’m open to messaging on tumblr. my discord is limes#6826. give this a like and i will come to you for plots !

TRIGGER WARNING — child abuse ( mental ), mention of bullying, drug dependency issues ( namely alcoholism ), infidelity, abusive marriage, terminal illness

sunni born under the name dae eun-ha to an aspiring artist and a mother suffering from depression. sunni’s parents met in songpa-gu, seoul, south korea, where sunni would later be born, and quickly fell into a whirlwind romance. they would eventually marry a year before sunni’s birth. 

her father’s family had money thanks to his father’s possession of a chain business for restaurants and not long after the birth of sunni, her father was pressured by his wife to get a gig with the help of his own father. he landed in marketing after some training and the promise of an eventual degree. this pretty much drained the life out of him and he stopped painting, deteriorating into a shell of a man. 

( tw mental child abuse ) growing up was difficult for sunni, as her mother blamed her depression on the birth of sunni. she was a stay at home mother who was perpetually disappointed in anything sunni did and was neglectful due to her own dysfunctional marriage, mental illness, and trauma from an abusive childhood. as for her father, he never acted poorly toward her, but he simply wasn’t around. on the off chance that he did speak to sunni, he would spew hateful speech at her about society and the steady destruction of his life force.  ( end tw )

by the time sunni was four, the family was set up to move to los angeles, california, with the prospect of a higher paying job. this ended up being for naught as sunni’s father never really obtained a super successful job, only managing a small pay bump after years of working in los angeles.

childhood was rough for sunni as her parents would fight constantly over their class difference, financial issues, her mother’s general dissatisfaction with how their lives turned out, and her father’s infidelities. as a means of escaping her home troubles, sunni dove straight into the world of cinema. she found it easy to idolize specific actors and viewed a couple of them as her rightful parental figures. 

in school, sunni felt out of place. her parents had spent their money on tutors for a couple years ensuring sunni could skate by with her english, but she had difficulty communicating with others after a long summer with little practice or when it came to more difficult concepts. it wasn’t until junior high that sunni felt 100% confident in her english speaking abilities.

( tw mention of bullying ) sunni was timid and had extremely low confidence, and this caused her to be preyed on at times. the only time sunni was outspoken was in her theater club, where she landed relatively large roles within the production thanks to her passion for acting and persistent practice. as she grew into her adolescence, she finally began to see the flaws in her substitute parental figures. scandal after scandal followed the celebrities she idolized, and sunni couldn’t help but feel betrayed. ( end tw )

when sunni was sixteen, she began waitressing to save money for when she was able to move out. this paid off, and she moved into a small studio apartment in tribeca, manhattan, when she was eighteen. when sunni wasn’t working, she was performing in local theater productions. her confidence grew as she avoided exposure to a toxic environment and made a small group of likeminded friends. by the time she turned 21, she began bartending and made enough money to move into a two bedroom with a friend.

sunni’s life as a young adult was relatively uneventful until she was discovered by an agent at a show when she turned 23. in 2004, under the stage name “sunni dae”, she scored an audition for a pg family sitcom named the campbells. it wasn’t mean to be a big project, and after a couple auditions, sunni scored the lead role. 

( tw drug addiction ) not long after its introduction to television, it completely blew up. the show is likened to full house both in popularity and general vibe. though she started as a humble actress, the fame quickly got to sunni. her drug dependency issues began quickly after exposure to various substances at a party.

her drug of choice was alcohol, much like her father, and she began frequently drinking on set. sunni’s ego grew to be massive and she began treating others poorly because of it, unable to understand the woes of others if they didn’t pertain to her own life. ( end tw )

moving out of her two bedroom in 2005, sunni moved from tribeca to the flatiron district and top ( seventeenth ) floor luxury penthouse. this penthouse would later be what sunni calls the best thing she got from the campbells. in 2006, sunni officially changed her name from dae eun-ha to sunni dae. 

( tw depression, drug addiction ) sunni saw her celebrity idols smiling and happy in their fame, and wondered why she didn’t feel that same happiness. in fact, she felt isolated, bitter, and cynical; these feelings fed into her drug addiction. it didn’t help that her friendships began to fall apart thanks to her selfish behaviors and narcissistic tendencies. her parents were unresponsive to her fame, with her mother even expressing disappointment in the fact that she was a part of a show with cheap comedy and simple plot lines. ( end tw )

her career took a turn for the worse in 2007. toward the end of 2006, sunni began a relationship that would later turn into a highly publicized toxic marriage a little over half a year later. the marriage had multiple scandals and each news story plagued sunni’s reputation. this stain would follow her even into her forties, as she was considered a high risk individual to act as the face of a project.

it was also released at one point that sunni allegedly gave drugs to a younger cast member, though it wasn’t publicized which one it was. however, sunni wasn’t the only cast member who had public controversies. by 2011, the cast had racked up so many controversies that the show was cancelled, though it was given a proper ( rushed ) finale. in the same year, sunni got divorced, and thanked her lucky stars for the prenup.

after the campbells, sunni hired an skilled freelance investor to expertly invest her money for her; she would later be thankful for this as the few projects she did take after the campbells completely flopped. a frustrated agent would watch as looper’s inevitable “what happened to sunni dae?” video popped up after years of inactivity, though they did choose to stick by her side, as they had confidence in her potential. 

( tw drug addiction ) others did not see her potential, however, as she was simply “the lady from that old sitcom” in the acting world. to those who knew sunni, she was viewed as a destructive force with drug dependency issues and horrible interpersonal skills. she has had a couple relationships, but nothing serious as sunni’s partners eventually grow to acknowledge her toxic behaviors. ( end tw )

( tw terminal illness ) at the age of thirty-seven, sunni’s father passed away from acute liver failure. sunni thought she would feel something from this inevitability, but no out of place feelings came to her. ( end tw )

( tw assumed depression ) now forty, sunni spends most of her time inebriated and getting into shenanigans with new york locals. occasionally, she’ll still have a scandal that hits the news. she takes part in small projects, such as being the face of a bourbon or starring in commercials, but she’s actively looking for something to revitalize her career and give her life meaning again ( at least, that’s what she thinks ). ( end tw )

in the interest of learning more about things i may have cut out, feel free to check out her about page, listed above. you can also find more about her personality there.

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closed starter to: @mvsplaced​ time: 1AM plot: drunk dial

Moving to the city that never sleeps didn’t mean that Lucifer didn’t sleep, but apparently this city brought with it more than just police sirens all night long. It also demanded his attention in the form of a ringtone—blaring off into what had been a silent and comfortable slumber just moments before. He woke with a start and without fully comprehending it or even opening his eyes just yet, the man rolled over and slapped a palm against the side table to feel for the phone. 

A call at one in the morning wasn’t something he’d ever ignore. Not with his strip club still open to patronage. Before he even swiped into the call, voice gruff with slumber cut too short, he was already preparing to hear a frantic entertainer on the other line. But no such call came. He actually didn’t know the voice that answered him at all. “Hello?” he muttered, trying to fight through the yawn that wanted to overtake his greeting. “What?”

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the nightclub scene had always felt like home to aglaia. the strobing lights, the pulsing vibration from the speakers, and the music drowning out everything but the synchronized shouting to especially popular songs. the bodies piled on top of each other were getting to be too hot, so aglaia pushed past the crowd and darted upstairs to the comparatively nearly vacant spot. a blue felted pool table stood idly off to the left side of the room with the bar toward the right.

looking down at the dance floor through a layer of glass, aglaia took a deep breath. she was well aware that she had one too many drinks tonight. the heat enveloped her body and her vision was beginning to blur — just the slightest. it was time to go. the money she had allotted for drinks was low, so that ruled out a cab. i could walk, she thought. a thirty minute walk in brooklyn? no thanks. a seemingly brilliant idea came to her in a flash.

pulling her phone from her back pocket, she dialed one of three numbers she had memorized. it had been years since she talked to collin — three to be exact — but it beat calling her roommate to come and grab her . . . things were still iffy there. pressing the green call button, she pressed the phone to her ear and waited for the ringing to end. the moment it did, she blurted out, “ collin ! it’s aggie . . . i’m drunk. ” the voice that answered didn’t sound like collin, but aglaia chalked that up to their years apart. “ need a ride, please. i have, like, ” she paused to check her pockets, pulling out a five dollar bill, “ five bucks ! ” she exclaimed.

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pvlshd​:

ANOTHER  PARTY.  it’s been awhile since he’s been back, in the frenzy of it all, but some things just never change.  he vaults over the sofa in a single jump, and manages to land, ass-planted on the plushness of it, leg already crossed over the other — mischief glinting in his gaze as he acknowledges his own intrusion with a perk of thick brows.  “  so. ”  he begins ominously, helping himself to the chip bowl on the table.  “  i’ve heard something about you.  ”

this particular party had not been kind to aglaia. she found herself lounging with the wrong crowd for the better part of it, and that’s what she’d blame on her state of inebriation. she didn’t quite have the spins yet — she could pace herself - but they weren’t far off if she indulged herself in another drink or two. opting for a water instead, aggie cozied up on the sofa. it wasn’t long until her peace was interrupted by the presence of another person next to her. the residual bounce made her vision iffy for a moment, but she quickly recovered. turning her head to his remark, she countered with a look of slight annoyance. “ and what would that be, exactly ? ”

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i got the night off work, so i’ll be around ! like this if you want a closed starter from aglaia.

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location: coney island beach & boardwalk

aglaia managed to score two days off in a row, and she would be damned if she was going to waste them. she was especially thankful for the acquaintance that stashed her car during her time . . . away considering she was able to avoid the cab fare of an hour long trip from bed-stuy to coney island. tucked in nicely under umbrella’d seating, aggie had her flip flops sitting next to her. the ground felt nice, and aglaia was just close enough to the beach to enjoy a gentle breeze. she spent her time observing the sparse crowds while the low rumble of both the patrons and the infamous cyclone rollercoaster vibrated in her ears. her observations led her to a small, almost unnoticeable kiosk-like establishment that advertised both beer and funnel cakes. smart idea for a business, she thought to herself.

slipping on her flip flops, aggie rose to her feet. a couple steps proved that there was just enough sand present on the ground to kick up and nestle comfortably ( or rather, uncomfortably for her ) in between her toes. the line didn’t trail back too far, so aglaia didn’t foresee a long wait ahead of her, thankfully. taking her place at the back of the line, aglaia contemplated their three beer selection when she realized funnel cake didn’t even sound that good. then, she had an idea. directing her offer to the person in front of her, whose face was obscured, she chimed, “ i’m pretty confident in my ability to finish a beer, but the funnel cake might be an issue. wanna split ? my treat. ”

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𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖆 𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 . . .

Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but  [AGLAIA ALDERSON], a [TWENTY-FIVE] year-old [CIS WOMAN] has lived in [BEDFORD-STUYVESANT, BROOKLYN] for [TWO WEEKS]. This is the city of dreams and [SHE/HER] knows it, because they came to NYC to be a [BARTENDER]. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [LEILA GEORGE]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!

hello, all ! i’m lauryn, 21, my pronouns are she/her, and i currently reside within the cst timezone. i’ve been tumblr rping on and off for about 8 years now, and aglaia has been a muse of mine that i’ve frequently played for about two years. here’s is my first muse of this rp, aglaia ! her about is listed here, her statistics are listed here, and her plotting page is listed here. if you’d like to claim any of the plots on that page or do some other plotting, shoot me a message ! i prefer discord, but i’m open to messaging on tumblr. my discord is limes#6826. i look forward to writing with everyone !

TRIGGER WARNING — child abuse ( mental and physical ), mentions of drug usage and alcoholism, mentions of knives, familial death ( brother )

( tw : mention of child abuse ) aglaia alderson was born in ojai, california, to a rather large family. aggie had 3 older brothers, two of which exuded the same nonchalant, neglectful behavior that her parents did. 

( tw : mention of physical and mental child abuse ) the family lived in poverty with both parents struggling to hold down a job due to alcoholism. their father would rarely strike them, though it did happen every now and then when he had a bit too much to drink and passed the line of conscious thought. aggie was able to compartmentalize both the physical and emotional abuse that she did receive. ( end tw )

aglaia and the brother born a year before her, silas, grew very close. with little else to do, the pair played mind games with others, exhibiting manipulative behaviors before either of them were double digits in age; this continued well into their early teens. 

( tw : mention of knives, familial death ) around the time that aggie turned 16, she and her brother attended a house party together. it was here that her brother got into a serious fight and ended up being repeatedly stabbed in front of aggie. the trauma was only really felt by aglaia; her family did not seem phased by the occurrence, shedding very little tears at silas’s death. ( end tw )

( tw : mentions of drug usage ) this event made aggie far more apathetic than she was previously, and she departed from her home soon after he was buried. the 16-year old ventured from town to town, hitching rides from others and stealing from grocery stores with the occasional holdup at gas stations. after one month of this, aggie was able to buy a car and spent most nights sleeping in it while she continued her adventures. during these years, aglaia spent most of her time experimenting with hard drugs. ( end tw )

at the age of 20, aglaia made her way to bedford-stuyvesant, brooklyn. upon arriving in brooklyn, aglaia met someone that fascinated her. it wasn’t long that aglaia resided in brooklyn; the two made off to commit a string of robberies. 

the year and a half that they spent doing this was the best year of aglaia’s life, who reveled in the thrill that their adventures offered. the two got sloppy and even committed low-security bank heists, and this ended up backfiring on them. 

aglaia was apprehended by police as her partner made away with their money; she was sentenced to three years at a federal prison camp. the prison wasn’t awful, as it was minimum security with few regulations and some amenities. aglaia had plenty of time to sit within her anger, reflecting on her life and how she got to where she was. she decided then and there that she could not trust a soul. she was likely delusional, but she felt certain that she would do great things in life and make lots of money along the way. aglaia spent a lot of her time planning future jobs to pull when she felt safe doing so. 

upon release, aggie was somewhat of a new person: selfish still, but cold and uncaring. she contacted her former partner, finding out that they had left to stash their money. aggie felt nearly whole being reunited with her money but found that greed overpowered her momentary satisfaction. aglaia was propositioned by them to move in with them until she could get back on her feet. she began bartending and plans to pool her money until she can move somewhere along the west coast and continue her criminal expeditions. aggie feels empty inside, lacking excitement in her life even though she indulges in danger whenever possible.

important information about her personality can be found above in her about, and basic statistics can be found above linked to her statistics.

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hello, everyone ! i won’t get much of a chance to be on tomorrow because of work, so if you’d like to get some plotting done tonight, feel free to dm me or message my discord ! limes#6826

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