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i could 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 a b o o k , the 𝒐𝒏𝒆 they'll say that shook the world and 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 it T O O K , it 𝑻 𝑶 𝑶 𝑲 it 𝑩 𝑨 𝑪 𝑲 from m e . and i could write it 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 or spread it 𝒂𝒍𝒍 a r o u n d , get l o s t and 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 get found .

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D I S P L A C E D     —     lacking a home,                                                   country, etc.                                                  moved or put out                     of the usual or proper place.

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

sunni  dae  .  .  .

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@trcublecalls​

mondays were rough on aglaia. for whatever reason, she always ended up having a few too many on sunday nights. the result was a pounding headache and a dry mouth the next day with a hint of nausea. her hangover cure was typically two glasses of water with some liquid iv and a cheeseburger, but she had run out of liquid iv and needed to hit a restaurant anyway.

typically, she would drive, but aglaia felt as though it was a nice day for a walk. what a mistake, she had thought 10 minutes in. the walk was nothing short of miserable and her headache was getting worse and worse by the minute. aggie decided to change her course of action and go for the cheeseburger first, then stop by the store for some liquid iv. it wasn’t long before a break was needed, so aggie found the nearest bench and settled into it next to someone else. digging around for her cigarettes in her pocket, she noticed that the box seemed a little light. upon inspection, it was completely empty. turning to the person beside her, she inquired, “ hey, do you have any smokes? i’ll trade you one for a dollar. “

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@gabriel-conway​

approaching the door with a bag in hand, aggie rustled around in her pocket for her set of keys. once her fingers finally found them, she extracted them from her jacket. she took a moment to pause at the door. entering into gabriel’s home was always a bit of a process for her. their three years of separation killed whatever comfort she felt around him. not that she wasn’t grateful for gabriel’s offer to house her until she got back on her feet, but it didn’t negate the tension between the two. there hadn’t been much of a conversation about what happened between them, and aggie doesn’t intend to start that discussion.

aglaia never really knew if he would be home, so she always brought enough food for two. even if he was absent, there would be enough that one of them could eat leftovers. aglaia finally found the motivation to put the key in the door once she remembered there was a bottle of hennessy waiting for her inside. twisting the key, aglaia reached for the knob and opened the door. noticing gabe’s presence, aglaia called out to him, “ i brought food. there’s enough for you if you want some. “

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trcublecalls​:

silas knew he had an appointment coming up but right when he was eating lunch? had he scheduled it that early? maybe he had. he couldn’t remember for the life of himself sometimes. he hardly remember which of his daughters was which despite them dressing differently. but they switched it a lot on him as well, those little shits. he nodded and set down his lunch, closing the container. he looked at the woman’s tattoo, trying to figure out what all he would need to get her satified and happy with the end results. “you just wanted it touched up, nothing added right?” he questioned for clarification as he stood up and moved to put his food away. 

coming back into the main area, he smiled to her and motioned for her to follow him. thank god the apprentice had already gotten their stuff set up for the appointments today. he motioned for her to sit down in the set and before taking a seat himself on his stool. “the line work on this one is rather clean,” he complimented the previous artist’s work. he could appreciate good linework when he seen it. 

aglaia felt as though she had interrupted his lunch, and almost offered to let him finish — but compassionate offers weren’t exactly her thing. she just wanted to get in and out as fast as possible; after all, there was a six pack with her name on it waiting at home for her. home was a word she used tentatively nowadays, as her current place of residence certainly didn’t feel like much of a home to her. temporarily consumed by her own thoughts, aglaia snapped out of it and directed her attention to the person in front of her. “ yes, that’s right. “

following his direction, aggie made her way to where everything was set up. taking her place on the seat, she examined her tattoo upon hearing his praise. chuckling softly, she responded, “ it was actually done in prison with some little needle. . . a stick n poke, she called it. “ being pricked individually with a needle was quite a different experience to getting a professional tattoo; she actually wasn’t sure which she preferred. “ i suppose i wouldn’t know what a decent tattoo looks like, but the grainy appearance of it bothers me. “

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sclf-lcathing​:

say what you will about working full-time at a retail job, malcolm loved it. it helped that he was actually encouraged to smoke on the job––not so much that he was out of it, but to show their products were high quality. a lot of the time people came in already knowing what they want, and he had a seat. better than bagging groceries. he’d even made a few stoner friends while he was at it. the problem was a day like today, where the hours seemed to drag on longer and longer. he rolled his head back against the chair, mentally begging for a customer, anyone, to come through that door. the chime of the bell had malcolm’s head shooting up. “hi, welcome!”

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it had been a couple weeks since aglaia’s release from prison, and there was one thing she had been waiting to do as a means of cementing her freedom — kicking back with some bud and some beer. the beer, she had covered, but she had not yet hit the dispensary. it had been on her to-do list for a week, but she was just now finally getting around to it. nearing the door, aglaia reached an arm out to push inside the establishment. the greeting came from a familiar voice, and aglaia offered a friendly smile in response. as his face came into view, aggie recognized him from a couple nights that involved a few too many drinks. “ hey, malcolm. “ the greeting came from a place of mild enthusiasm; what really had her attention was the wide variety of products surrounding her. “ think you could help me ? i’m just looking for some edibles, 10mg. it’s somewhat of a special occasion. “

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pcachcs​:

jackson couldn’t help the small chuckle that rolled off his lips. perfect, it worked and now he didn’t have to wait in the long line, even if he was out a couple bucks for it. he gave her hand a gentle squeeze scrunching his nose at you. “you know me, darling. i’m always late, but i find my way ‘round.” he teased, nodding his head. he used his free hand to gesture towards the menu. “for your wait love, you can pick anything and everything you want. ‘ve got to make it up to you somehow.” 

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aglaia’s buzz motivated her to grin at the man as her head gently bumped his shoulder. “ if that’s the case, then you can be late more often. “ turning her attention to the menu, aglaia quickly skimmed the list. the influence of alcohol led her to a decision quickly as her craving for a cheeseburger suddenly kicked in. “ i’ll take a cheeseburger, everything on it, with a side of fries and. . . a water. “ as she finished reciting her order, she peered over at him with a vague curiosity, waiting for his order.

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trcublecalls​:

location: RaMin tattoo shop.  open: anyone.

silas had gotten to the shop early that morning since orion was going to be running late after staying out all night drinking and doing bachelor life things. of course his appointments were nothing out of the ordinary, some cute little tattoos here and there, an occasional belly button piercing. it wasn’t much but it got them through the early morning hours. august had stopped by since he was a dumbass and had forgotten his lunch. thankfully the girls were in daycare or they would’ve been crying by the time they had left since they would’ve wanted to stya with their dad and not aunt augie. as he sat in the lobby with the receptionist, he was stuffing his face with his lunch when a new client walked in. 

quickly he swallowed almost getting choked before he greeted them. “hey, how’s it going?” he coughed and tried to smile a bit. “what can i do for ya?”

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glancing down at the inner side of her right arm, aglaia shook her head. placed there was a vague resemblance of a lotus flower — a symbol of rebirth, one that matched the feelings she felt going into prison. the prisoner that had etched her skin had done so with a sewing needle, leaving dots strewn about outside of the outline of the symbol. come to think of it, aglaia was pretty sure her tattoo artist had been slightly intoxicated at the time — not that she had necessarily cared at the time.

approaching the tattoo shop, aggie felt an indifference toward getting her tattoo fixed; she had grown accustomed to its imperfections. the appointment was simply something she had felt compelled to do. maybe this was due to the fact that she felt detached from her prison experience or maybe the misplaced dots were tugging at her subconscious, becoming an annoyance that she wanted to rid herself of. pushing the door open, aggie met silas’s gaze. she sauntered up toward him, gesturing toward her right arm with a downward tilt of her head. “ i’m here for a touch-up. . . i had an appointment. “ she clarified, raising her chin upward.

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pcachcs​:

open interaction ─── jackson

he had been at work all morning, car after car pulling into his shop. he had grease all over his shirt, and a smear across his cheek, but jackson didn’t really seem to mind. it was lunch time and he was starving. he was leaned against a building, his phone in one hand as he scrolled through the near by dining facilities, debating on what to get. he swept his free hand through his hair, pursing his lips as he landed on a place that seemed to make philly cheesesteak and had some good craft beers. he decided that place might be best and made his way to the restaurant that was only a few blocks away. 

he finally made it, opening the door and walking inside. he looked around seeing how packed the place was and while he was hoping he could get in and out he was beginning to realize that might not be the case. he looked around and found someone standing near the front and an idea came to him. “there you are dear.” he hummed softly, walking towards them. “can’t believe how busy this place is, right?” he said, gingerly putting an arm around their shoulder. “listen- i’m really hungry, and i just want to get lunch and go back to work. i’ll even pay for yours if you play along.”

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aglaia had been doing everything she possibly could to avoid being home — with her roommate that she had been reluctant to have even basic interactions with. she had the place alone to herself for a couple of hours and used the opportunity to down a few beers, relishing in the bready taste and warm feeling it offered. the alcohol spurred her appetite, leading aggie to order an uber to one of her favorite spots before her stint in prison. it was a joyful revelation to find that the place had still been open after three years.

approaching the spot, aggie experienced a sense of nostalgia, the most common of her emotions. pushing her way inside, aglaia was overwhelmed with the noise and the body heat emanating off of the crowded bodies before her. after making her way to the front, aggie was intrigued by the buzz of a person proceeding toward her. she felt an impulse to shrug their arm off of her shoulder with a slight scowl corrupting her demeanor. after hearing his words, however, aglaia smirked. could be fun, she thought to herself. turning her head toward the stranger, she reached her hand upward and intertwined her fingers with his. “ i was wondering when you’d find me, love. no surprise that you kept me waiting. “ leaning closer, aglaia whispered into his ear, “ lead the way. “

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fane-oh​:

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He was still confused when he hung up the phone. It wasn’t the first time Elizabeth had called him for a ride, but every time it surprised him. How had she managed to contact him of all people? He didn’t even have a Seattle number. But Fane pulled up the Uber app, requesting a pick-up. 

He wasn’t sure if Elizabeth knew that Fane didn’t have a car or that he didn’t have a license. But he wasn’t about to leave a young woman without a ride. He made idle chat with the Uber driver as they made their way to get the woman, and Fane got out when they got there, finding Elizabeth quickly. “Hey, Ellie, ready to get home?” he asked, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.

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ellie had recognized that she may have had one too many; too many at least to operate a vehicle. this wasn’t the first time this had happened — this week, even. once her focus was lost and the spins set in, she began searching her pockets for her phone. it was fane’s number that came to mind first. a true gentleman, ellie had thought of him. he had provided her with multiple rides in her drunken state, a state that ellie found was intolerable for some people — but not him.

it wasn’t long until ellie was within his eyesight. her face lit up with a beaming grin as she stumbled into his touch. “ i am ! “ she declared enthusiastically, meeting his hand with her own as a greeting. forcing her hand back down to her side, she nodded vaguely in the direction of the exit. the room was crowded and the sounds were deafening; walking outside felt like walking into a different world, a muted and open one. turning to fane, ellie offered an apologetic smile, “ thank you for this. i’m sorry if i’ve been an inconvenience. “ she managed to get out, hiccuping noisily halfway through her speaking.

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[alicenthightower]

[misplacvd]

𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖍 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ;

( emilia clarke, 35, cis woman, she/her )  ELIZABETH COLE! we’re so happy you’re here. you’ve been here for THIRTY-FIVE YEARS, working as an OWNER OF “THE HUB” BAR, right? yeah, everyone’s already told us all about you. they said your very COMPASSIONATE, CHILDLIKE, and RETICENT. which we think is just awesome. of course they told us that you remind them of SITTING COMPLETELY STILL FOR HOURS ON END, WRITING A NOVEL THAT YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO FINISH, AND THE MANIC FEELING THAT COMES WITH LOSING EVERYTHING and RIBS by LORDE. so we feel like we already know you so well. we can’t wait to get to know you even better, though.

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 7-8 years now, but it’s been about a year and a half since i joined my last rp, so i may be a little rusty. anyways, here’s is my first muse, elizabeth ! 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 loss, depression, spousal death, drug use (only explicitly mentions alcohol), alcoholism, drunk driving, child loss

elizabeth was born in seattle, washington, as an only child to david and martha cole. they were devoutly christian (two by twos religion, specifically) and had strict regulations for what ellie could and couldn’t do. due to this, elizabeth grew up fearing God and hell, developing generalized anxiety.

aside from this, however, ellie led a normal life; she was a scared, yet happy child. as she neared her teenage years, ellie grew restless and began to rebel against her restrictions. she held no resentment toward her parents or her faith; rather, ellie possessed a desire to explore what life had to offer. she began drinking by the age of 14.

her parents found out and restricted her access to her friends. ellie felt isolated physically and also in relation to her own experiences compared to others. she found comfort in solitude, though she did develop a drinking problem which was concealed from her parents. she slipped into a depression and began experiencing panic attacks and emotional meltdowns.

she met her future husband, james, at religious meetings and felt less alone in the world. the two related to one another on their own spiritual and lifestyle conflicts. ellie’s panic attacks / tantrums became less frequent and her drinking problem improved. her attacks decreased in frequency as she began drinking less.

following graduation, ellie and james got engaged; james began attending school for finance while ellie set her sights on building a business plan for a local bar. desiring to experience new things, ellie experimented with partying and drug use; this didn’t last more than two years.

it took 4 years after james graduated for the couple to save up and fund elizabeth’s project but it ended up being successful. people flocked to the new drinking spot; it was nothing special but it filled people’s bellies with beer and fried pickles which gave elizabeth a sense of fulfillment. james handled finances for the bar and the two spent some time traveling over the years, wanting to take in as much of life as they were able to.

ellie began working on a novel ( that would never be finished ) and still experienced tantrums, though the couple was fairly accustomed to them and learned that grounding techniques gave ellie comfort.

eventually, at the age of 30, ellie and her husband eventually decided to try for a baby, and were successful. however, elizabeth went into labor three months before her due date, and the baby experienced respiratory failure due to apnea within three days. uterine prolapse was deemed the cause of the tragedy and elizabeth was forced to come to terms with the fact that she could not carry a child to term; a hysterectomy was performed in the interest of her health.

the loss of their child made elizabeth spiral, but hope was restored when the couple later tried to adopt and got far into the process; however, the mother that they had arranged the adoption with pulled out of the agreement directly after the birth of the child. this deadened any hope the two had for children, as elizabeth decided that she couldn’t bear the thought of the same thing happening again. these events left ellie unhinged and she began drinking heavily again. one night, ellie jumped into a car while severely inebriated and in distress and crashed into a tree.

this led her to seek out therapy. dialectical behavioral therapy helped her to develop healthy coping mechanisms, and she began attending her religious meetings again with her husband (which she hadn’t done in a year).

the two focused on taking care of the bar and rescued two older alaskan malamutes, loki (female) and bobby (male). with the support of her husband, her therapist, and God, ellie began to reach a point of stability once more.

this was preserved until james went missing six months ago on a boys trip to the river and his body was discovered a week later. elizabeth has been falling back into old habits and feeling completely alone. local support groups for spousal and familial loss groups have given her some comfort in addition to her therapy, but she is nearing her breaking point; she now puts the majority of her efforts into her business and learning the financial side of bar owning. when she’s not doing this, she is typically drinking and sobbing into the fur of her dogs.

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𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖆 𝖆𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ;

( antonia thomas, 29, cis woman, she/her )  AGLAIA ALDERSON! we’re so happy you’re here. you’ve been here for FIVE YEARS, working as a BARTENDER, right? yeah, everyone’s already told us all about you. they said your very CUNNING, RESILIENT, and CONNIVING. which we think is just awesome. of course they told us that you remind them of THE FEELING OF BEING TRAPPED WITHIN A PRISON OF YOUR OWN MAKING, A FIRE DEVOURING A FOREST, AND THE MARRIAGE OF EMPTINESS AND LONGING and SOMEDAY by THE STROKES. so we feel like we already know you so well. we can’t wait to get to know you even better, though.

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 7-8 years now, but it’s been about a year and a half since i joined my last rp, so i may be a little rusty. anyways, here’s is my second muse, 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 ( both physical and mental ) , mentions of alcoholism, drug use, familial death, knives

born in ojai, california, to a rather large family. aggie had 3 older brothers, all of which (aside from one) exuded the same nonchalant, neglectful behavior that her parents did. the family lived in poverty with both parents struggling to hold down a job due to alcoholism.

for much of her adolescent life, aglaia and her siblings were forced to wait until school lunch to eat. 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.

aglaia and the brother born a year before her, silas, grew very close. around the time that aggie turned 16, her brother was fatally stabbed at a house party that they went to together. aggie ran away after his burial, traumatized by the event while her family didn’t seem to care.

for years, she committed robberies in order to get by; the thrill was intoxicating. during these years, aglaia spent most of her time experimenting with hard drugs. she had a reputation for being able to handle whatever she was given in any amount, and she prided herself in this.

at the age of 24, aggie arrived in seattle, washington. upon arriving in seattle, aglaia met someone that fascinated her. it wasn’t long that aglaia resided in the city; the two made off to commit a string of robberies for a year and a half.

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.

prison was a time of reflection and hardening for aggie. ( more in bio about specifics )

upon release, aggie returned to seattle and met with her former partner, finding out that they had left to stash their money. they also propositioned her to move in with them until she gets back on her feet.

aglaia plans on staying in seattle while she pools her money until she can move to somewhere along the coast and continue her criminal expeditions; however, she does not feel secure in doing so currently and is now working as a bartender. aggie feels empty inside, lacking excitement in her life even though she indulges in danger whenever possible.