Dressed Up

Heather Chandler reinventing myself || redefining Punk I bet you're wondering who I am, where I've been, and why I'm so pretty. Well stay tuned to find out because all of that is being rewritten. I'm a new woman.

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vainglorioushearts‌:

For once in her life, Maxine had decided to wear white. She felt like it wasn’t going well with her skintone or with her body, and actually she didn’t like that dress much really, but she was trying and that was already better than anything else. But actually, it didn’t do her right even though it was only the beginning of the day. Someone bumping into her, the next feeling she got was hot coffee against her skin and she moved back almost immediately. “Well that is why I never fucking wear white.” She only exclaimed before she looked up at the other girl in front of her. “Mate, what the fuck?” Only questioning like that, she let out a loud sigh. “You’re lucky you’re pretty or I would’ve punched you in the face.”

The anger emanating off of the girl she’d bumped into scared Heather in the pit of her stomach but she kept her cool as best she could. They wouldn’t know you’re scared if you didn’t let them see. Swallowing the lump in her throat she was thrown off guard once more by being called pretty. She’d heard it plenty in her life, but by another girl? In reference to why she wasn’t hit? That was new. “I-I’ll pay to get it cleaned? It really was an accident. I’m just absolute ass at multitasking.” She put her things on the table near them, hands shaking slightly and beginning to pull her tip money out of her pocket so she could give enough to either clean or replace the shirt. She definitely didn’t seem cool like a cucumber right now, but being threatened with violence would throw anyone off, right?

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your take on heather is so interesting to see! the change between how she was and how that's impacted here is written really well, thanks for bringing your interpretation in!

oh gosh you’re so kind! I really like the idea of when she’s here she’s able to reinvent herself into something other than HBIC, although she still has those tendencies.

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ofspiritdust‌:

☽ Admittedly, this place… left Misty on edge. She wasn’t necessarily getting BAD VIBES from anyone or anything, but she felt… off. And such a feeling left her rather more in her own world of STEVIE NICKS and FLOWERED THOUGHTS than the world she should be in : THE PRESENT. Where people were moving and society was carrying on, and she was just… brought here.  

    NEVERTHELESS !! No use in just wallowing around in her own feeling of  l i m b o  than actually going out and exploring. Coffee shops… weren’t necessarily her forte. But they didn’t hurt. - - At of course the sudden encounter, she was caught off-guard but not physically upset. She more would blame herself first for being caught up in her own head rather than her surroundings. But the bump left the the shawl around her - given from Stevie - a victim of the spill, and Misty took it in her hands with a bite of the lip. ❝ Nah, nah, it… it wasn’t THAT bad. I can… Coffee… Coffee washes out easily, right ?? I mean, if this forever smells of it I won’t be MAD but… it won’t… it won’t stain ?? ❞

Heather was embarrassed that she’d been clumsy enough to spill coffee on a stranger, but the idea of ruining the shawl? That would haunt her for the rest of her life. Or at least til next week, so she hurriedly began googling how to get coffee out. “Uhm, google says that you can turn it inside out and run cold water on it and it should get most of it out, and then use laundry detergent to get the rest out. It shouldn’t smell like coffee beyond a couple washings either.” She peeled her eyes up from her phone, apologetically offering it for the girl to see what she’d just read off.

Heather always thought peak embarrassment was back in high school, but evidently it just gets worse as life goes on.”I really am sorry miss, I didn’t look where I was going.” She wasn’t sure how she could make it up to the girl, other than maybe offering to dry clean the shawl. “I-If you can’t wash it yourself I can pay for the dry cleaning bill...”

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heartcndsoul‌:

“Bloody hell!” Alecto growled stumbled back, smacking the book out of the others hand in retaliation for the drink now staining her blouse.  “Yeah how about you learn how to walk before you add reading into the mix pea brain.” She growled. 

Immediately at the girl’s tone, Heather jumped on the defensive, looking at her book across the floor. “It was an honest mistake, maybe if you weren’t right in the pathway this wouldn’t have been a problem!” She fought the urge to toss the rest of the coffee at her, knowing it would cost her this job and she definitely needed it. Instead she just slammed the cup down and picked her book back up.

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sydneysagex‌:

Sydney let out a surprised squeak as she felt the hot, but not scoldingly so, liquid soak into her white button up shirt. She honestly hadn’t been paying as much attention to her surroundings as she probably should have been since she had woken several times throughout the night from strange nightmares and she had yet to have her first cup of coffee for the day. “No, no. It wasn’t too hot. I should have been looking, too. What were you reading that was so fascinating?” She asked with a good-natured laugh.

Heather was surprised that the girl she’d run into wasn’t terribly mad, although she felt horrid about ruining the girl’s white shirt. “I’m glad it wasn’t too hot, but I feel so bad I ruined your shirt. That’s going to be hell to try and get out.” She lowered the book from her line of sight fully, assessing the damage done. “Cold water and rinsing it inside out should get the stain out mostly but if it doesn’t let me buy you a new one.” At the question of what she was reading, she snapped the book closed and offered the girl a look at the cover. “It’s a young adult novel called Radio Silence. It’s super intriguing, even if it’s a little cheesy for my taste sometimes.”

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snapsurvivor‌:

“Liiiitttleeee bitttt on the burning side,” groaned Jesse as he used his fingers to pull his shirt from his skin. The coffee was still steaming and the rush of cold air felt wet on his skin now. “Ahh… hopefully… it’s not that whole ‘scalding your skin’ off thing, like what got McDonalds sued once…” He let out a sigh, bobbing his hand back and forth in hopes of cooling the coffee off in order to wring it out of his shirt. “You might want to reconsider walking and drinking at the same time,” he added with a soft smile, trying to keep a positive outlook.

“Please don’t sue me, I might look like I have money but I promise that I don’t,” Heather joked lightly, trying to relieve the stress of the situation. She really wasn’t all that wealthy anymore, most of her money going to keep her lights on. She shifted her gaze to him with a soft smile thankful he wasn’t serious about the suing. “It’s more the trio of reading, walking, and drinking. I should probably just focus on the walking part. Gotta make the most of your breaks though, right?”

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compellingsouls‌:

 sometimes it felt as though the psychiatrist was not in the right state of mind, all of the mechanical work seemed to be on the fritz. luckily, she was good at pretending and being sane enough in order to run a business. though, harley had to wonder, at this point was normalcy even an act? it brought her curious mind into wonder. “oh, ouch.” a delayed reaction to a hot beverage running all over her skin. “I call this a major fashion not.” she said jokingly while reaching for some nearby napkins to fix her outfit. the brooklyn accent apparent in her voice as she spoke not bothering to hide it. “don’t cha wanna ask how you can repay me? that would be a betta use of your time.”

Heather couldn’t help but chuckle at the strangers joke, setting her things down on the table behind her as she thought about how to make it up to the girl. “That was my next step actually, uh..” trailing off for a moment or two, “How can I make it up to you? Do you need me to pay for dry cleaning or... I don’t know.” Biting her lip, heather ran her hair through her bleach blonde hair, looking around to see if anyone was watching them. There was something about publicly embarrassing herself that made the former HBIC want to crawl under a rock and never come out. Maybe that’s why she’d been so mean in high school, she knew that if she made herself untouchable she’d never feel vulnerable.

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screamqxeens‌:

DARRELL FOUND HERSELF EXISTING WITH a unexpected amount of peace, not used to the silence that was extreme to her ears, accustomed to the normal squabbles and shouts that came with both hogwarts and home. most people who visited the coffee shop in question tended to go for quiet, an unspoken rule there being to not make that much noise, it had become a local haunt of hers that she enjoyed. curled up in a corner with a pad of paper in front of her, she occasionally moved to dip her quill in some ink, unashamedly scratching across the paper with the old-fashioned method of the wizarding world that she’d left behind. feeling accomplished with her notes, the witch was about to move to pack up, when she heard- and felt- the searing sensation of coffee against girl. “merlin’s beard!” the exclamation hurried from her as a hand reached across to the back of her now damp sweater. “i’m not going to lie…that wasn’t fun to feel, it was rather hot” turning around with a swing of the trademark blonde of her family, she gave a grimace of a smile. “i’ll let you off on this occasion though, if only you tell me what novel you’re reading”.

Beet red, Heather quickly tried to find a way to remedy the situation, knowing that it couldn’t have felt nice to have coffee be tossed at you. “I-I, I’m reading this book called Radio Silence, it’s just some cheesy YA. I really am sorry, let me go grab you a rag,” Her voice was almost pleading, a far cry from how things would have gone down in high school. Was that because she’d grown as a person, or was it more because she worked here and didn’t want to get in trouble? Her book had been cast off to the table behind her, in an attempt to help clean off the girl. She rushed up to the counter, asking her coworker for a rag and quickly making her way back, coffee still trembling and spilling from the cup in her hand. She found the girl once more, apologetically holding out the dry rag, not wanting to touch her without her consent at all. “I really am sorry, I’m not usually that clumsy.”

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Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets

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idcntitycrisis‌:

rp-meme-glaceon‌:

🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

🌟- For a secret wish or desire of theirs

🍏- For something they secretly wish didn’t exist

🍎- For something they secretly wish did exist

❤️- For a secret crush

📲- Talk about someone/something you dislike, but only pretend to like

👁‍🗨- Talk about someone/something you like, but pretend to dislike

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about

💃- For a talent that they like to keep hidden from others

🏹- For a talent they wish they had

👻- For something that scares or disturbs them, but they refuse to tell anyone

☢️- For a controversy or scandal they have been able to keep mostly under wraps

🐇- For a secret item they keep (stuffed animal, comfort object, etc)

📒- For a secret journal/diary they keep (Bonus: Share an entry from it!)

📔- For a secret sketchbook they keep (Bonus: Share a sketch or doodle within it!)

🖤- For something they secretly wish they could do with your muse

❓- Free Space! Ask them about a specific secret!

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The coffee shop always made Heather feel more comfortable than being at home. There was just something about the smell of fresh brewed coffee and baked goods that felt so comforting. When she went home it was just her and her half unpacked apartment. She knew that her breaks should really consist of her going home and unpacking some more, but she couldn’t pry herself away from her cup of coffee and the book in her hand. She meandered around the shop, trying to find a quiet space to read for fifteen minutes. She didn’t look where she was going however, and bumped into someone, spilling coffee on them. “I am so, so sorry. I should’ve been looking ahead of me. Not reading. It wasn’t too hot was it?” 

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Was that [DIANNA AGRON]? Oh no no, that was just [HEATHER CHANDLER], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [HEATHERS]. They are [18] years old and [ARE NOT] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. {alex, 22, CST, they/them}

Hi folks, I’m Alex, I’m 22 and I’m in the Central Timezone! I identify as nonbinary transmasculine, so either he/him or they/them for me! Below the cut here is a bunch of information about Heather Chandler and how she identifies but shoot me a message if anything looks wonky or confusing!

Growing up, everything fell in place for people like Heather, but that felt like something she didn’t deserve. She was a fake, a pedestal girl for those around her. High school was a breeze, and she excelled at pretty much everything that she tried her hand at. Or that’s how she remembers it at least.

She doesn’t remember Jason Dean, or the draino. She doesn’t remember haunting Veronica for the entire senior year. Ohio was only a place she visited as a kid. Duke and McNamara are now just imaginary friends from her childhood. She doesn’t remember anything except the fallacies in her head.

Her ‘parents’ let her get anything and everything she wanted, but the idea of lying about who she was kept her held back from what she thought her happiness was. Over the past six months she’s been living in DC, but she believes it’s been her entire life, and in those six months she’s began exploring her identity and what she wants to do outside of school. 

She currently works as a barista in a local coffee shop, making music in her spare time as she’s found that’s what makes her feel happiest. She identifies as queer but is currently in the closet due to her family not being the most accepting. She’s also completely adopted a soft punk identity, throwing the shoulder pads to the side.

Timeline wise, Heather has been pulled from the beginning of senior year, before her death. With no recollection of it however, she doesn’t remember Veronica or how absolutely ruthless she’d been to the girl. Maybe it’s time for a fresh start?