❝ I wanna sleep next to you, But that's all I wanna do right now And I wanna come [ home ] to you, But home is just a room full of my s a f e s t s o u n d s , Cause you know that I can't trust myself with my 3AM shadow, I'd rather fuel a [ fantasy ] than deal with this [ alone. ❞ ]
Homesick. That would be the best way to describe Austin. Never in his life had he been this far way from his family, or his mother. It was rare he ever left the confines of his hometown. Yet there he was, sat in Gould’s cafeteria while he solemnly pushed some soggy peas around that sat on his tray. “There aren’t rules against, like, making calls right? Like, I know I can’t go out by myself or stay up really late... but what about making calls?” he says through a pout, his green eyes drooping with despair.
“Honestly. These children.” Henry grumbled as he re-shelved several mis-placed items. He sighed, still disgruntled over the falling standards at the Academy. He turned to approach the front desk and stopped as he saw someone waiting for him. “May I assist you?” He asked, his tone crisp.
Austin was in desperate need of some audition material, and while he had dozens of different plays lining the little bookshelf he kept in his dorm room, none of them seemed to be the ones he wanted to use. So, of course, he made his way to the school’s library. However, unfortunately, due to how knew he was he didn’t have a single clue where anything was in that library. And that single thought alone overwhelmed him. So he decided to wait for the librarian on staff for the day so he could ask them for help. Eyes lighting up upon seeing him, he nods. “Yes please! You guys wouldn’t happen to have any shakespeare plays lying about, do you?”
Sienna needed a break, having spent most of her day getting all her homework out of the way and not having any time to do anything she actually wanted to do. Letting out a long drawn out sigh, the head cheerleader ran a hand through her hair. “Okay I’m seriously bored. Fancy doing something more interesting than whatever you’re doing right now?”
Emerson was sat across from the other as she was getting her homework done. He had one of his many sketchbooks balanced in his lap, and he was silently flicking away at the page with his pencil when he heard her speak. His eyes glanced up from the page he was working on and offered her a smile. “Maybe.” he prompts, his body straightening. “Depends on what you got in mind. I can’t imagine anything more interesting than perspective sketching.”
*:･ﾟ ♔ ▸ { TROYE SIVAN, HOMOSEXUAL, MALE, HE/HIM/HIS } — hey, if that isn’t EMERSON BISHOPHE, better known as gould academy’s very own WAYWARD SOUL. they’re an 18 year old SUBMISSIVE who is rather LIBERAL in their beliefs. i know they’re very into DADDY KINK, but would never do SCAT. it’s their FIRST year here at gould, i wonder how they’ll adapt to the changes. // angie,19, EST, she/her/they/them
Life story.
Emerson Bishope was lucky enough to be born into a family with a decent sum of money. His dad owned and ran his own business while his mother took care of the house. AKA, the classic dominant/submissive set up.
Growing up, Emerson was a very open person. It wasn’t hard to form a bond or friendship with the boy. Until around what was considered his junior year of high school. That’s when he met a boy who went by the name of Greyson, a boy in the year above his grade.
Despite the two being absolutely smitten with each other, the older boy was never one to settle in a relationship. All he really wanted was sexual encounters. However, he never fully informed little Emerson of such a thing.
Eventually, the older boy went on to graduate high school. It became a definite that he was a dominant, so off the older boy went to college. Leaving poor little Emerson behind with nothing but a broken heart.
Thanks to the experience, Emerson took to shutting himself off from the idea of love completely. He decided he much rather part take in the simple task of sex, and sex only. No strings attached, no possibility of getting hurt.
In the mean time, he went on to learn that he was a carrier of the submissive trait, something that appalled his father. Suddenly the son he was hoping could take over his company was reduced to nothing more than a useless house husband at best. Which created a rift in their relationship.... one that was only made worse when they learned his sister held the dominant trait, and would ultimately become the successor to his father’s legacy.
Personality.
Emerson is a very hard person in the sense that.... while he’ll talk to anyone and everyone, it’s not impossible to make the boy get defensive.
Trust is a fickle thing with him, and it’s rare that any one person will earn it. However, the lucky ones truly are lucky. Because once they earn the loyalty of the wayward blond boy, he is loyal for life.
Art basically spews from his finger tips. His favorite is charcoal drawings, it’s something that he uses to get his mind off of things.
*:･ﾟ ♔ ▸ { Timothée Chalamet, Pansexual, Cismale, he/him } — hey, if that isn’t Austin De Luca, better known as gould academy’s very own Thespian. they’re a 20 year old SUBMISSIVE who is rather LIBERAL in their beliefs. i know they’re very into TPE, but would never do anything involving bodily waste. it’s their FIRST year here at gould, i wonder how they’ll adapt to the changes. // angie, 19, est, she/her/they/them
Life story.
Austin De Luca grew up on the east coast of america, in a small town located in New Jersey.
His family is a stereotypical Italian household. They view the dominant gene as something to pamper, and idolize. While the submissive gene is just... well... it’s just there. Nothing to really think much of.
His mother is a single mother, being a submissive herself. Despite the views the majority of their family holds, his mother was always someone with a very liberal sense to her. She made sure to instill in Austin that, despite having the submissive gene, he was just as much of a person and worth a full-filling life as any Dominant that came into the world.
His father was, of course, a dominant. The man left the family soon after Austin was born. However, Austin’s mother always stressed to the male that it wasn’t his father’s fault for leaving. There was a bigger story involved in it.... one he isn’t allowed to know.
Personality.
Austin is a pretty chilled out person. He loves people and learning new things about them.
However, he is rather guarded. Thanks to his father’s disappearance, trust is something to be earned with Austin.
Around the age of fifteen, Austin was diagnosed with general anxiety disorder. Which means he could be kind of panicky about things others might view as nonsensical.
He LOVES theatre. His one goal in life is to be an actor.... despite how hard that is for submissives to obtain.
Kinks.
Daddykink / lb/cg
total power exchange
Bondage
Humiliation
impact play
pain play
over stimulation
being degraded.
Petplay
Antikinks.
Nothing involving bodily fluids (except blood. He’s okay with blood.)
Hi y’all! I swapped another one of my beans out for this lil angel of a muse. His name is Easton, and you can find info about him under the read more!
Born September 3rd. Making him a virgo.
He’s related to one of my other muses (Austin). I play them that way outside of the rpg as they have similar familial backgrounds.
He used to live on the East Coast, but moved out to Toronto about 4 years ago due to a good teaching opportunity. However, he moved into the building around three years ago, when his cousin and another person whom he’s close with moved into it as well.
He’s a total history nerd. Hence why he went on to become a history teacher. It’s not something his father approved of, however. But it’s what makes him happy.
He’s gay, like soooo gay. Which is another thing his father wasn’t necessarily fond of. But the rest of his family is pretty chill over it.
Clearly he has some daddy issues. His dad is kind of a DICK. Think the stereotypical man of the house. Works all day, so assumes the rest of the household responsibilities are left to fall on Easton’s mother’s shoulders.
Because of that, his parents fight. LIKE A LOT. Like, it’s an everyday, constant screaming match going on in his house. Yet somehow, they managed to birth the sweet soft bean that is Easton De Luca.
He too is heavily christian, having been raised in the religion. And though he’s iffy on some subjects that come with the belief, he still fully finds himself comfortable with god and the christian religion.
Family means the world to him. So being this far away from his family kinda wigs him out a little. He calls his mother daily, and he’s constantly texting his siblings and younger cousins.
Think of him as a total dad. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s, like, the dad of the building. He’s the kind of guy that would go out on a limb to help anyone, even strangers. And if a neighbor came to knock on his door for something, he’d jump to assist them. He also goes out of his way to know everyone.
JOANNA: his name was james or something why ????
JOANNA: are you saying you know my potential could’ve been murderer….
JOANNA: he looked like a killer that’s what !!!!
JOANNA: he had dark hair and bushy eyebrows i mean that’s all i got
JOANNA: are you trying to trick me into never leaving my apartment again??
Austin: YEA!!!
Austin: AND HIS EYEBROWS LOOK LIKE THEY’RE GONNA MEET IN THE MIDDLE? RIGHT?
Austin: DUUUUUDE, I LITERALLY WAS TALKING TO HIM THE OTHER NIGHT.
Austin: He SEEMED ALL SKETCHY AND SHIT, HOW DID YOU MEET THIS GUY???
Austin: NONONO, I’M BEING DEADASS WITH YOU RIGHT NOW. I THOUGHT HE LIVED IN THE BUILDING.... does he not live in the building....?!
kody: i feel like if anything there’d be a rule
against making said loud noises
kody: but i also didn’t sign a lease to be here
or anything so i’m not exactly hip to the
rules & regs
Winter: I wouldn’t know either, actually. My daddy handles all the legal stuff, and I think my roommate’s name is on the lease. RIP.
Winter: I’m gonna just take that as a yes. Excuse me while I get my cat-claws sharpened because mama’s sick of hearing it.
Winter: Maybe you can come and be some muscle back-up for me? Pleeeeeeease?
Winter: Real talk right now...
Winter: What are the rules against marching myself over to my neighbor’s place and telling them to stfu with the load noises?
Winter: Not everyone in the neighborhood needs to know your business, you know?
Unpacking was a drag, but she had to do it if she wanted to have things to wear and a spatulas and pans she needed to keep herself fed. So, Charlie found herself hanging out in her front yard dealing with massive boxes she needed to get inside her new home. Huffing out, she wiped her forehead and decided to take an impromptu break. About a minute later, she resumed her task and attempted to carry a rather heavy box and take inside her house. Attempted being the keyword there since of course she ended up dropping it and covering her yard in Jimmy Choo’s. “Ah, great.” A groan left her lips as she knelt down and began picking them up, wondering if maybe it had been a bad idea to not hire someone to help her out. That is, until a sudden presence interrupted her thoughts.
“Please don’t tell me you’re from the homeowners association and want to talk about the current condition of my yard..“
Letting out a snort, Austin gave a shake of his head. He had been out for a stroll, attempting to get his mind off of things that were going on in his own life, when he saw the girl struggling with the multitude of boxes she seemed to need to get inside. Of course, being the person he was, he was gonna leave her to it and mind her own business. That was until he watched her drop a giant box of shoes. So, of course, now he couldn’t just leave the girl to suffer.
Kneeling down beside her on the lawn, he delicately lifted a pair of shoes off the ground and shook his head. “No, consider me more of a guardian angel.” He teased. “Actually, I was just wondering if you’d like some help at all? I promise this isn’t a ploy to get inside your house and kill you or something.... you just looked like you needed it.”
Theodore’s morning had been uneventful to say the least. They had spent half of it filling up on as much iced coffee as they could get their hands on just to stay awake and the slight remains of a hangover weren’t helping either. Luckily the shop was quiet and it gave Theo the time to work on a few of the more attention seeking cars in the lot.
Blasting his favorite eighties playlist as loud as they could in an attempt to drown out the intrusive thoughts that had been keeping that had been occupying Teddy’s mind since coming back to Toronto a small break between songs lasted just long enough for them, head buried under the hood of a soccer mom’s Prius, to hear footsteps approaching.
‘’We’re closed.’’ Teddy lied. Not wanting to further their workload. Hoping that whoever had entered the shop would take the hint and leave, but in this town that was always unlikely.
It was no lie that Emerson treasured his car. It was a beat up Chevy that the kid had had since he was the ripe age of sixteen. It was the first thing he ever bought with his own money and he took care of that car like it was his baby; even going as far as to give the car a name. He called it Eddie, short for Edward. Eddie had been everywhere with Emerson. Gone through heart break, done many-a road trip, and gotten him back and forth through some of his darkest times. The car was like part of Emerson’s family. But as much as he loved that car, it was never a surprise when another headache arose with it. The thing was a hunk of junk, falling apart at the seams. After all, it was about twice the age of Emerson. But he loved that car, so any time a new problem popped up, he shelled out whatever money he needed to to get it fixed. Hence him entering the body shop that afternoon.
When the person that was hunched over the open hood of a minivan hissed that the store was closed, Emerson could feel his heart clench up in his chest. His car was seemingly on it’s last leg. With smoke emitting from under the hood, he was terrified that Eddie might being seeing his demise. “Are-are you sure?” he asked softly, pointing back towards the door. “Because the times there say otherwise and.... and it’s an emergency. Even if you could just spare a minute to see what’s wrong. Please?”
JOANNA: so i went on this date tonight with this guy
JOANNA: and he confessed to me that one time he tried to hire someone to kill his wife
JOANNA: …..i hope he was kidding
JOANNA: he also had 7 gin and tonics and wouldn’t share his gauc so
JOANNA: i don’t think i’ll ever go out again call 911
“at this point i’d probably be better off takin’ a bat to it for the insurance money. don’t worry about it, yeah?” she crossed her arms across her chest, laughing inwardly at his stuttering. “close your mouth, y’don’t want any flies gettin’ in there.” a piece of hair drooped into her face and she gave it an agitated look before blowing it away. “angry? ‘bout what? s’gotta be somethin’ intense for y’to kick like that. if i didn’t know any better i’d think you were tryin’ to kill me.” she teased, a hint of a grin playing at her lips. “no, no glass or anything like that. think it’d be kinda metal if y’did, though. very ozzy osbourne of me.”
With that’s Ezra’s jaw snapped closed and he bobbed his head with a casual nod. The relief he was feeling over Ozzy’s reaction was indescribable. Surely he thought he would be selling his organs to pay back someone for damages. Thankfully enough, his friend happened to be the coolest person on the planet. With a simple shrug of his shoulders, Ezra brought a hand up to run it through the length of his long black tresses. “Chicks man. You can’t live with them, and you can’t live without them. Yet, I’m kinda tired of all of them.... no offense.” Was all he mumbled out before letting out a sigh of relief. “Hell-fucking-yea. Looking like a total babe but with a face like scar-face. It would totally add to your tough chick aesthetic.”
Blake was close to finishing his evening jog, as was routine, when the sharp sound of an alarm going off caught his attention. Curious as he was, he decided to have a look and see what was going on. His jaw dropped when he saw the large crack in the windshield of his shiny red Porsche, which was certainly hard to miss. How could that have happened? He looked around and spotted the distraught male, cursing and panicking. Of course Blake recognized him, it was that one weird guy who lived on L302, who never failed to make him feel uncomfortable with his lewd comments, even though Blake actually had no idea what his name was. “What the hell? Why did you— What’s wrong with you?” Blake huffed, as he searched through his pocket for his keys. “Un-believable!”
Ad if the initial guilt over potentially ruining someone’s immaculate vehicle wasn’t enough, when Ezra turned to find one of the guys he knew lived in the building his stomach only shrunk further. He knew of the other boy, the one with the ears that reminded him of a Disney cartoon character. Ezra had always had a fascination with the boy. He found him attractive and never had a problem with letting him know it. In fact, the one thought that crossed his mind in that moment was that the stranger surely would never look at him with a kind eye now. Not after breaking something so valuable. “Shit, babe, I’m so unbelievably sorry!” He immediately started to groval, a pleading face dawning on his tanned features. “I didn’t mean for that to happen. I just... some shit came up and I blew my top and BAM! Your windshield is cracked... I can totally pay to replace it though! I swear it! Just... shit, I’m sorry.”
