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bleh.
I feel my taste in fcs differs so vastly from the majority here. rip.
RICHARD MADDEN 2017 Grazia photoshoot by Julian Hargreaves / behind the scenes
open starter // open to anyone
Huddled into a bulky cardigan, a cup of cocoa on her right-hand side, and her nose in a newspaper, Emily sat in the corner of the small cafe. She almost looked like any other patron were it not for the ugly orange color of the cardigan clashing with her red hair, and the headline of the newspaper proclaiming in bold letters that “They are among us!” above the picture of a lizard-headed man. Some of the other guests were darting confused glances at her, but the girl seemed to ignore them. She was used to them by now, here or at work. The only place no one seemed to care about her looks or her choice of reading material was the weekly UFO Network meeting she frequented.
Something in the article she was reading made her puff and shake her head. It was fascinating how much truth was hidden between the none-sense they were printing, but now and then their theories were too far fetched even for her.
it was.. instantaneous . his reaction to her very presences upon entering the cafe . bright eyes drawn immediately to the redhead nestled in the corner of establishment . something about her seemed so oddly familiar and faron can't help but to saunter over to her . smiling meekly , gaze drifts over newspaper in hand , brows furrowing questioningly as he stifles a snicker . " absurd , isn't it ? lizard-headed people ? really now ? " were they really onto something ? the exposure of supernatural beings ? his smile faded , twisting into a small frown as he thought about it . what would happen if they really were to find out that beings like this truly existed ? he can't imagine they would be welcomed with open arms . humans were.. scared and weak , fearful of the unknown . media had painted them as imaginary beings . only things you find in a movie or video-game but they were very real and very much among them . and faron thinks this girl is one of them . he can feel it . she's like him . he wonders if she can tell too .
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Open Starter// Maisie is young and broke. Open to everyone. Feel free to assume connections. Please Pm with questions.
Maisie sat in the cafe, watching as people cycled in and out. She knew that eventually she was going to have to leave and do something productive for the day, but currently the overcrowded cafe was keeping her entertained. Since starting her new job she hadn’t been able to spend nearly as much time people watching as she wanted, and she was determined to make up for that on her day off. She sat, sitting on her latte and sketching the faces of strangers who lingered long enough for her to get a good idea. The sun shone perfectly on her table, lighting up her paper as her pencil slid across it- until the light vanished. “Excuse me, you’re blocking the light.” She commented in a light tone, not looking up as she focused on shading in the face of the stranger she was drawing.
people watching had become one of faron's "pastimes", a good way for him to study humans and watch how they interact and behave amongst one another. this place was such a fascinating one, so different from where he was from. everyone here looked and acted different. everyone had their own.. personality. their own ways of thinking and doing and he was so captivated by that. he'd wound up here by accident one day, wandering into this quaint little cafe out of mere curiosity. here he learned he thoroughly enjoyed coffee and so, it worked out. he'd stop in, order a coffee and just sit back and watch.
entering the establishment, he briefly scanned over the many people, some he recognized, some others unfamiliar to him. on his way towards the counter to order, his attention had been caught by a certain woman who seemed to be drawing something.. or someone, rather? he couldn't help but pause over her table, examining the drawing. " oh, uh.. pardon me, didn't mean to get in the way. thats just a really nice drawing, is all. have a good day." he offers a meek smile before turning away to go order himself a drink.
alright hear me out… I want a plot where faron is dating someone and he suspects they are fucking around behind his back. sooo he shapeshifts into a new identity and slides into the DMs to see if they will fuck him or whatnot and then yeah.. angsty stuff ensues. ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯
i need reassurance because im a big shy, scared loser so can you like this if you’d be okay with me responding to any of your opens and or just writing with me in general? i lowkey just dont wanna waste my time responding to stuff only to get no response because people dont like my fc/muse. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Could you please reblog this if it is okay to ask you straight up if you want to ship?
' i -- i don't know what you're talking about .. ' nervousness flashes briefly across his face but Faron quickly forces a meek smile in it's place , trying to keep calm and composed so as to not stir more suspicion.
i just wanna rp ;w;
' i -- i don't know what you're talking about .. ' nervousness flashes briefly across his face but Faron quickly forces a meek smile in it's place , trying to keep calm and composed so as to not stir more suspicion.
“I’ll pretend that you didn’t just say that…”
Mouth opens as if to speak but Faron hesitates for a moment , brow furrowing questioningly . ‘ I'm -- sorry . Was that .. wrong of me to say ? ‘ he's still learning right from wrong , what is and isn't acceptable to say and do .
' what —— what is it ? why are you staring at me like that ? '
“There’s this thing called the Earth Room, it’s like a holodeck. You can go in there if you sign up, look at trees and shit. Get high first, though. It helps.” Richard Madden as Peter Leigh in Oasis (2017)