𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙴𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼 , your demons and all the non - believers ?
tw : child abandonment , foster care system , death &. murder mention , ferocious writing .
and here we are at the final one ! this whole time i have been telling dorian i’m ready to stop this so i know for a fact she’s as happy as mwuah . i didn’t proofread any of these and i am so sorry in advance for the quality . last but certainly not least i present to you the one muse i truly love , miss love locklear ! she is the embodiment of pure perfection and literally would die for anyone even if they don’t know her there i said it . as before and before that , a lil hearty heart on this post and my ass is urs !
╰ 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 ; the anthem won't explain it , a world that sends you reeling from decimated dreams !
government name : love chantal - marie locklear .
nicknames : lo , lala , ve , perfect sweet baby ( mine for her get ur own )
physical/actual age : twenty eight .
hometown : west monroe , louisiana .
occupation : psychology teacher at watermount high school .
gender : cisfemale , female pronouns preferred .
orientation : pansexual .
height : 162 cm , 5′3 .
weight : 48 kg , 108 lbs .
complexion : tan and hydrated , skin is almost like silk and smells of fresh lavender and waterfalls , crafted by gods to deliver sweet messages of hope and love . no blemish or marking , only a butterfly tattoo behind right ear that dares to touch jaw bone .
hair : thicker than both blood and water , cascading perfectly down back in mesmerizing waves always well - kept except for nights found sleeping at home desk or gaming chair , stops right before back dimples and smells of sunshine and coconut .
distinguishable characteristics : southern octaves twisted with sincere tendencies , attention - grabbing smile meant to make ice melt , exuberating positivity and hope as if she were being paid to do so , a laugh so loud one with hearing loss could hear at perfect pitch followed with a childish snort .
favored : forms of affection , overindulging in junk foods , romcoms &. soap operas , cherry lip gloss , hooped earrings , binge playing skyrim for days at a time , over exaggerated wardrobe choices , tequila on the rocks , fried foods &. sweets , watermelon blow pops , being the mom friend , teaching her students in various methods to find out what best helps their future , the idea of love &. soulmates with happy endings .
distastes : snakes &. most bugs , students turning in assignments late , complusive liars with no remorse , not organizing school events , the bar being out of cheesed fries , music that’s not 2000′s hits or any female pop icon , meat that’s not burnt to a crisp , someone being mean to those she cares about , having to yell &. not be from joy , heavy partying but not exclusively liquor itself , anyone telling her no , being on time for events , &. someone telling her what to do .
fears : failing her students as a teacher &. fuckin’ around too much &. becoming sinister .
aspirations : becoming the best educator for her students &. havin’ those cute thank you cards written about her .
╰ 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 ; your misery and hate will kill us all so paint it black and take it back !
it’s hard to pull the roots of your origin when you’re just at a lost for words . the ladies at the foster home back in louisiana would say you were a church baby , found as a newborn on the steps of the chapel and taken into the local foster care system . apparently the pastor couldn’t afford a youngin , for he said he would have took you in a heartbeat . wasn’t that what they all said after your fellow government secured siblings would get picked for a vacation away from that hell but you ? some would tease and say that you were too quiet , too nice , no one wanted a silent child . but how should you act ? you knew nothing better . you wanted to stay out of the shadows , out of the eyes of others , you wanted to be safe in your own arms and nothing else . as a child , being without a real family scared you . who would you fall back on once school would let out and you were of age ? who would you turn to in dire need of a helping hand ? look in the mirror for that’s all you will have . being at the foster home made you crave for better , didn’t it ? getting shoved , pushed , sometimes going without meals . you never interacted much with the adults outside of coming and going to school . they would yell for bed and howl for morning , punishment would follow if you did anything besides what they said , and sometimes the punishments never really fit the crime . but looking at you now , you could never tell what childhood scars decorate you now . from middle school until grave , you would be the personification of light . you would give name to the word love , for that’s all you ever wanted . to love and to be loved . to have a family to fall back on ; cousins , aunts , uncles , siblings all pestering you at family gathering to tell them what’s what and who’s who . but , alas , god never wanted you to sip from the chalice that is a happy home life , and who are we to question our maker ?
excellence in schooling showed as you moved onto college , securing your degree and becoming what you wanted to be felt like that last quest in a game you couldn’t wait to beat and soon , you did . during this time , though , becoming the world’s punchline seemed to be in your deck of cards . a phone call from an unknown number sent you through the ringer , going back to your hometown to demand answers from the hands that still held you in their grasp despite the poor treatment felt from theirs . you had gotten violent , something you never desired to become , as you sat there with the woman’s collar in hand while top of her body dangled out of the window . she was twice your size and yet you lunged her out of the opening without ease . that was when you first screamed . it was almost too powerful for you , yourself , to take . ears rang and spewed crimson like a toddler with their hands in a stream of paint . it was an instinct that turned into sound , a gut feeling bellowing out like a high pitched holler for the devil’s aid . the woman in your grasp collapsed from such sound , it had caused her to meet her untimely end and since then , no matter how confused you have been from what happened , you forbid to indulge . you forbid to entertain anything of the nature or kind , for you still smell the death on your fingers . you still feel the life of her drain from contact with your skin as sound waves bounced off earth in a fit of fury . even the most evil didn’t deserve what they dished out , karma had always been a hard ass , but sadly , mostly to you . you fled the town to come to watermount and teach , to take your mind of past events and to create lasting memories with the new . if only you could get that empty feeling in your gut to silence the rumblings bound to find their way out .