𝖉𝖑əɥ // 𝖕𝖚ə𝖘 *

mrs. aj. mjw. penned by laur.

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pulchracladx‌:

              the man watched in slight awe — he always did when she was around.  it was a quick habit he picked up from watching her rehearse her lines , perfect synchronization from the two as they switched from arts to science almost immediately until he moved on.  sure , there was a part of him that would never move on from the impact mj had on his life , but there was still something missing , something he could not quiet pinpoint and believed would never return. still , she was in her habitat , script in hand and slightly disheveled yet put together persona that he grew accustomed to all those years ago.  however , there was a slight twitch in his expression.  she did not remember.  he craved for someone from his —- whatever it was to come down and just talk with him.  he never necessarily craved someone’s company but blue creek was not home , queens was.  queens would always be his home.  he shook his head , “ oh nothing , it’s fine. “ he shrugged it off as he focused on her.  “ what are you auditioning for ? “

     though her expression didn’t change (a nice side-effect of taking so many acting courses) mj felt a small pool of unease rising in her gut. this man, a stranger, was looking at her in a way few have since she had arrived in blue creek. she scanned her recent memories. this was the first time they had ever talked, she was sure of that. maybe he had seen her on campus one day,  creating enough noise with her friends to draw attention to herself. unwanted attention, but attention nonetheless. “you sure? it’s your last chance to get it out,” she joked before nodding as he asked his question. “oh, it’s really nothing big, just a student production at school. it’s cool of you to ask.” mj put the play back into the canvas bag on her shoulder. the audition was probably going to be a flunk anyway. she wasn’t in the mood to elaborate.  “you should check it out if you go to school in the area. what’s your name?” she stuck out her hand, and she could hear herself introducing herself as mary jane, or mj for short. mj had officially zoned out, her unease starting to build up again. why was he looking at her like he knew her? and why was she starting to wonder if she knew him too?

[ofcmotions-blog]

plasticdxntshine‌:

CADY let out a sigh as she pulled up all her google searches and various web tutorials. she knew they had some of the answers. she just didn’t know how to use them. “ ah yes, google, ” she gestured towards her screen. “ this should be google-able, yet here i am. ” she waved it off. she couldn’t stare at it any longer. “ who knew i could learn how to clean every single surface in my house but not how to write a basic program. god, i love the internet. ” she looked up again. “ we also can’t forget animal videos. those are the main reason i use the internet. ”

     at the girl’s sigh, mj couldn’t help but laugh a little bit, her shoulders barely shaking. and here mj was, thinking that acting was one of the hardest things a human could do well. she was incredibly wrong. many things related to acting were too hard to put into words, let alone the internet. meanwhile, programming had just as little material online. “i bet it’s not as basic as you make it seem. i’d be elated the day i could get down one line of code,” mj said wistfully. “who can say no to animal videos, right?”

[ofcmotions-blog]

derekdhq‌:

one of the perks of being a werewolf is that derek was able to scent the emotions in the air around him. one of the most annoying things about margo roth spiegelman is that she seemed to have the same ability, despite not having any other preternatural qualities, at least none that he could detect. “i didn’t touch it.” it was a little bit of a growl, and he threw the oranges back into their holder with just a little bit more force than necessary. “somebody’s going to trip on these and break their back.”

     “i’m glad you care,” she replied. margo wasn’t completely sure if now was the time to pull her sarcasm out on him. few seemed to dare to test derek’s patience as often as she did. still, it was merely payback for the many times he hunted her down every time she ran away. it was a werewolf, thing, she assumed. “you could always ask for help. i’d pick them up with you if you asked nicely.”

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stevedhq‌:

“vaping. i keep hearing this word. that’s not a pot thing?” steve finally decided to check the pocket of his jeans, and was surprised to find a bic there, something in a pink cheetah print that he had definitely not purchased for himself. well, he had no hope of finding the owner now. so he flicked it, insulating the flame against the wind as he lit his cigarette. “i can stop anytime i want to. i just don’t want to.” he pulled the cigarette from his lips, making sure to hold it far away from her, to turn his head from her as he exhaled. “kiss me.” he was pretty sure he’d have to find a toothbrush and maybe some mouthwash before she would 

     “my dude, are you sure that’s not what an addict would say? i’m not trying to spite you, but i feel like i’ve heard that line before.” at his remark, she raised her eyebrows and gave him a look that could only be described as dubious. “it’s not a pot thing, just a millennial thing.” 

     ‘that’s going to be a no from me,” mj responded just as quickly, pushing out her hand. her flat palm stood as a safe barrier between the two of them, her playful smile right behind it. as he turned away, the smell of smoke stung her nose. even after living in queens, she couldn’t get used to the strong scent. it was a love-hate type of thing, and mj didn’t have the patience to even try to like it a little bit. “but try me later and i might just change my mind.”

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t h e  t h i n g about one’s career being a firefighter meant that derek had a lot of downtime. the twenty-four hour shifts might have been agonizing, but he was on-call, and it wasn’t like there was a fire a day in blue creek. so derek was in the produce section of the grocery store, feeling an  orange. and it wouldn’t be clear what happened, but the large pyramid of oranges came crashing down around him, scattering to all corners of the grocery aisle. “s h i t,” he muttered, bending down to start reassembling the display.

[ofcmotions-blog]

     “well, well, well,” margo said with raised eyebrows, watching him with patient amusement as she bent down to pick up a single orange from the linoleum floor. it smelled like cleaning spray-- it was nice to know that the workers kept the supermarket so clean but the scent did horrors to her nose. it almost felt like the beginning of a burn. “if it isn’t my favorite firefighter.” she looked at the mess, then back at him. his expression was unlike many others-- oddly enough, he never showed one emotion, but a mix. today’s was a blend between frustration and irritation. “somebody messed up big time, hm?” she teased him.

[daisychased-blog]

you know what the drawback of working with people is ? PEOPLE. one of the many things on this earth that janis is just not equipped to deal with ( neck and neck with country music and cotton candy ‘burritos’ ). as a particularly dickish buyer is finally on his way out, janis follows behind him, passionately flipping him off with both hands the entire way. “have a nice day!” she calls out in her handy dandy customer service voice - which he promptly ignores. “asshole,” janis mutters to herself. she goes to step back inside the gallery when she realizes someone had a front row seat to the entire thing. she pauses, caught in headlights for a long moment before - “hi, welcome to chili’s. booth or table?” 

[ofcmotions-blog]

     margo doesn’t even have time to put away her phone (opened onto the notes app and half filled with observations, as always), when she was interrupted by the playful question. margo had stayed off of social media for years now, but there were some things you couldn’t forget. still, she couldn’t remember the last a stranger had approached her and she felt truly comfortable. this was just another instance of the same cycle that happened over and over. “depends. i might not want to be stick around if i can’t get a boneless pizza, you get what i mean?” margo replied with a soft smile, hoping that she did. memes these days seemed to move at the speed of light, only the best of which stood the test of time. what were the chances boneless pizza was one of them? the fact she was even considering it made her inwardly cringe. so this was why she had gotten off social media.

[plasticdxntshine-blog]

CADY had been staring at her laptop for what felt like hours ( mind you, it had maybe been twenty minutes ). she had lost track of how many windows she had open, all either past code or tutorials on how to do certain commands. still, the grad student struggled. the deafening silence of the library wasn’t helping, either.

unsure where else to turn, cady made eye contact with the nearest patron. “ hey, ” she tried to catch their attention. “ do you happen to be some computer whiz? or know basic python? or like… how to not die? ”

[ofcmotions-blog]

     after a solitary afternoon in the library, mj finally prepared to leave when she was stopped by a voice. her canvas bag swayed from its place over her shoulder as she realized she was being called. the young woman had to carefully bend over to peer at the screen, scared that the contents of her bag would slip and fall to the ground. knowing mj’s luck, it was undoubtedly possible. “if python is a program, then i’m useless. as for keeping myself alive, i do a mediocre job with the help of google searches,” she admitted shamelessly. “though some things are too complicated for even google to handle.”

[stevedhq]

s t e v e could often be mistaken as the kind of person that didn’t like to draw a lot of attention to himself. some way or another, popular culture had painted him as old-fashioned, uptight, and a model citizen. really, the biggest adaptation that he’d had to twenty-first century life was that he was no longer allowed to smoke in bars. b a r s . so he was forced to stand outside, like some kind of animal, patting his pockets for his book of matches. “hey, you got a light?”

[ofcmotions-blog]

     mj laughed, the rich sound bright in its softness. while they had originally agreed to meet inside the bar, mj felt like they had been talking outside for hours. a part of her was half expecting steve to interrupt her by asking for a lighter. she could swear that the man smoked at least a pack a day. mj made a spectacle of patting all of her pockets, both of them well aware that she was a strict non-smoker. “your lungs would thank you if you started vaping. would i be too optimistic if i said  maybe they’ll finally be able to breathe again?”

[stfrcnis]

                 peter should not be allowed to take coffee , especially coffee , energy drinks and yerba-mate —– whatever that was.  the young man had not slept in what seemed like ten years but he was still energetic.  or he liked to think he was.  backpacked stuffed to the brim with papers seeping out the zippers , cup of coffee clenched in his hand as he walked out of the coffee shop.  he felt like he could take on the world —- after a nap , but he could not afford a nap.  especially not after he discovered what actually happened to him , not to be dramatic but he literally faded into dust —- which was even more ironic by the queen song playing in his head.  the young man stood outside the store not moving , but seemingly staring off into the distance. he let out a slight laugh , “ i’m sorry —- i wasn’t staring at you.  i just remembered a joke and it’s funny really —- “ he stopped himself before he continued.

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     without any question in her mind, mary jane was having a difficult morning, but it really started last night. at 9 pm, her roommate interrupted her memorization session by dropping glasses and banging pots and pans right outside her door during another one of her drunken one night stands. still, despite her many lines waiting to be committed to memory for her audition tonight, she had agreed to meet with her friends (one composer, two photographers, and a dancer) for coffee before she walked back to prepare. she took her place outside of the door to wait for their arrival. instead of a drink, mj had a play in her left hand, the script covered by copious notes. over-ear headphones fit snugly around her ears as her lips silently moved. she was so focused that she only noticed the young man when his voice overcame the white noise. “sorry,” mj said, slowly looking up from her play. the headphones she was wearing went silent at the touch of a button. she had just enough energy to give the stranger a small smile, tired but true in its intent. gazing around just to make sure she wasn’t interrupting a conversation, she said, “i missed you there. was that for me?”

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S  T  E  P  1 : intro.

day 2 and i’m back! i’m way too in love with margo roth spiegelman and i’m still salty that she fell victim to john green’s manic pixie dream girl role so i’m here to try to fix that.

S  T  E  P  2 : background.

margo roth spiegelman. 21. she/her. bisexual. published writer, with a couple of books of poetry out under a pen name. she skipped high school graduation college in order to escape what she called a sheltered lifestyle in suburban orlando, hoping to discover her identity. three years later and she’s still as lost as ever. margo has lost herself in writing, a habit she took on after running away. she didn’t want to publish her poems but reluctantly sent them to small presses once she realized how much she needed the money. the revenue in royalties she makes is enough for her to survive and has a modest but passionate following. the rumors surrounding the person behind her pen name keeps her shrouded in mystery, and many who know her in real life consider her an impossible enigma. these days, she keeps her social circle as small as possible and sometimes doesn’t appear in public for weeks at a time, preferring to travel incognito or write in her room instead.

S  T  E  P  3 : personality.

broadway actress. tour groupie. aristocrat. lost at sea. the rumors surrounding her were endless when she was younger, but it could not be further from the truth. in reality, margo is a shadow follower. random capitalizer. wordsmith. paper girl. mirror maker. addicted to adventure, chained to her lostness. margo may have used to draw every eye in the room, but she likes keeping her head down. she’s never taken to being a leader, but is often shoved into that position to see what she can do under the spotlight. she guards her heart and is difficult to break. she spends her time out observing others, bringing up their small quirks at any random moment. margo has always had a problem with commitment, whether that be to a person or a place. she will not stay unless she is hunted down. she loves few, but loves fiercely. at the end of it all, margo is extremely lost and delicate in her emotions, even if she can’t bring herself to show that vulnerability to others. 

S  T  E  P  4 : memories.

while some of margo’s memories are coming back, she dismisses most of them as light visions or dreams. indeed, most of her memories have been coming back while she sleeps, never while she’s awake. add in the fact that her blue creek world background is so close to her canon version, it’s even easier for her to dismiss her memories as nothing more but a fictional parallel world her mind has created for her to romp in as she sleeps.

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S  T  E  P  1 : intro.

hi guys!! it’s laur here. i’m kinda on a time crunch with school right now so i probably won’t get all of my intros out at once, but i write mary jane watson, margo roth spiegelman, and angelina johnson. feel free to message me whenever, either here or on discord. i’ll be around, just lurking. ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º)  i’m going to start with my gryffindor bb angelina.

S  T  E  P  2 : background.

angelina johnson, also goes by “ange” or “angie”. 22. she/her. bisexual. harry potter. half-blood witch. professional soccer player, amateur prankster. proudly black. as far as she’s concerned, she grew up in kent in a middle class family. a soccer fanatic since birth, she became something of a michael owen/tara lipinski/williams sister ranked child prodigy. she reluctantly gave up a chance of going to uni as soon as she was offered a top position in of the us’ quickest rising women’s soccer teams. while she’s built quite a sizable reputation and fortune, she is known to be quite modest and generous, with most of the money going to support her parents. she’s not consumed by soccer, though during an intense season she often overdoes herself and goes mia in her social circle. she struggles to keep work and her life outside of it separate. most of her closest friends double as her teammates. angelina is predicted to make team captain next season.

S  T  E  P  3 : personality.

angelina is pretty far from the angel her name suggests. she is highly ambitious but can be frighteningly competitive. it can be seen as a turn-off. she steers her life on the fast-track and hates slowing down. she’s excellent at reading people, especially those she’s close to, but would much rather pretend to stay oblivious yet she can’t stop herself from confronting them every. single. time. she always has band-aids and protein bars on her. she’s been on the keto diet for the last two years and has ran three different marathons. she is often also the one who keeps pouring one glass of wine after another or urging someone to keep going after their stopping point. sometimes, angelina pushes too hard, forgetting that not everyone in her life is an athlete like her. angelina is emotional, though she cannot admit it. certain events can drive her into a state of melancholy for weeks, even months. she is the first to arrive at every emergency and the last to leave.

S  T  E  P  4 : memories.

while much of angelina’s personality from canon is in tact, she does not have her memories. she is easily triggerable and will most likely regain all of her memories in one moment. what would trigger that is yet to be determined. if she remembered, she would regain all of her memories up until the aftermath of the war. in other words, she would remember fighting the war, who died and who survived, but not mentally and emotionally recovering from the war and getting back on her feet. 

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