“god dammit,” evie trashed with a large plastic bag filled with brightly colored stuffed animals. holding onto the head of one of the stuffed prizes, she gave one more forceful swing before the toy ripped free and she felt her shoulders relax as a sigh left her lips. “finally,” she spat bitterly, before realizing that all the other prizes got scattered around the floor of the booth. pursing her lips, the girl examined the mess around her and offered a dry chuckle in response. “honestly... they look kinda better on the ground...,” she trailed off before snapping her attention to the front of the ring toss booth she was in. “anyways !! step right up, beat a rigged game and win a dirty prize !! ”
hi friends ! i’m far too old at heart to have any clue what i’m doing rn but i figured a cute lil graphic should make up for it ! here’s my link in the source code ( s / o to to cas’ tutorial ) to charlie’s google doc , which has his bio , a little context blurb , personality , and some ideas for the connections based on understandings of the skeletons ! i’m super excited for this group to take off and i can’t wait to see all of your muses come to life !
GREETINGS , angel . i am praying that the graphic doesn’t look horrible but if it does ? please pretend it doesnt . for those i haven’t gotten a chance to introduce myself to , im gianna ╱ gi . im nineteen and well ? absolute trash . asdj . im so excited for this group and even more excited to bring you your scarlet , aristotle wolff . random headcanons and more about his background has been on my mind for days and im just so excited to share them all with you ... hopefully it’ll get him to leave me alone asdfg . i did write this at 4 in the morning so ??? if it’s gross that’s why . enough rambling though , below the cut you’ll find everything you need to know about him .. ENJOY .
STATS . here , please read for the basics .
PINTEREST . here .
CHARACTER INFLUENCES . lip gallagher , charlie st cloud , daemon black , hardin scott .
SOUNDTRACK . numb to the feeling , chase atlantic . faith , the weeknd . feel , phora . i fall apart , post malone . she wonders why , astrus . gang over luv , brent faiyaz . wicked games , the weeknd . ivy , frank ocean . gangstas , pop smoke . demons and angels , a boogie wit da hoodie .
AESTHETICS .
pearly whites concealing sad hues , collar bones painted with hikceys , a destined path carved by hands that are not his own , a contagious laughter floating in the night sky , the memory of emerald hues haunting his dreams , the lingering taste of bitter whiskey , calloused digits against soft skin , footsteps against hardwood floor in the dead of the night , a tattoo needle against his skin whispering he’s alive over and over again , a soft scent of cologne and cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes , abandoned promises that weigh heavy on his shoulders , moans spilling of pleasure coming from the backseat of an expensive car , black rimmed sunglasses to hide bloodshot hues , his heart beating in his ears , a never ending grief .
DOING EVERYTHING I CAN TO FEEL SOMETHING .
CARELESS , how many times have you heard that ari ? i’d tell you to count on your fingers , but you might run out . enlighten me , disagree . tell me you’re just CURIOUS . what ? i know your LOUD MOUTH is resisting the urge . i know you want to say that your honeyed hues always reflected a world full of not sorrow , but infinite opportunities . possibilities and limits without boundaries . boundaries you pushed at every given chance , DETERMINED some would say . but me ? i would say , you’re your father’s son . a spitting image right down to curly locks and a crooked smile . that assertiveness in your heart ? it was gifted by masculine hands that had once fought the WAR of the streets a never ending battle for dominance between gang violence and a mother that had a sadness so great she spent her days forgetting her own name . it’s okay , i know you didn’t know . and he was never around to ask , the office was his home and the building were family pictures clung to the walls was the stranger . but he did love you , affection shown in the form of absence so you’d never know what it is like to merely survive .
and i know you want them , ANSWERS , i mean . but when you ask me about your mother , i don’t have anything you’ll want to hear . your first words , were mama , but it was not mama who was there to witness it . that’s the reality of your relationship with her . and i know you’re still ANGRY . her absence was willingly , and i know you have a hard time FORGIVING especially when it comes to her . but truth is , she never wanted to be someone’s mother , and it made her feel guilty . she had plans . and all of them consisted of tan lines and gossip over wine , none of them included your sweet whispers of i love you . but her not wanting to be a mother doesn’t make her a bad person , she was once present . she once tried . and i don’t mean to make excuses , NOTHING could excuse it . but she knew . she knew she could never be what you needed her to be , so she ran from it and you . could not deal with how badly it ate at her . and when she got pregnant a second time and your baby brother came 11 months after you , she told herself that it was for YOU . that if she could give you one thing that was worth anything , it was someone to keep you company . it was IRRESPONSIBLE, but you know a lot about that , don’t you ? that wasn’t a jab . just a reminder of the many situations where your good intentions came back to bite you . that doesn’t change the fact that i’m sorry , i’m sorry she was never there .
your baby brother , he was a GIFT . i know you know that . he was more then company , wasn’t he ? you guys shared BLOOD but it was not just blood that bonded you . IRISH TWINS , that’s the official term . siblings born less than 12 months apart . and when you were little , that’s what everyone referred to the two of you as . twins you were never the type of person to believe in cheesy things such as soulmates . when girls would intertwine their fingers with yours and purr how the two of you were meant to be together , you had to hold back laughter . but the older you got , the more you began to realize that you and dustin ? you guys split from the same soul . it was the day you also realized that soulmates aren’t just the romantic cliche in the movies you grew up believing them to be . you couldn’t help but felt guilty , for once belittling someone for believing in it . because you swore , that everyone deserve to have a bond like you and your brother .
your nanny , she was in for it . chasing two boys around the house who could run before they could walk . close your eyes and REMEMBER it , the way yous once laughed with one another . mornings with syrup dripping on your chins . wrestling in the living room despite the warning from miss bailey that one of you will get hurt ( which one of you always did ) . outsiders might say you two brought out the worst in each other ( mrs. burke did when she refused to have the both of you in her class ) , but anyone who really knew you knew how good for each other you were . mischievous , but aren’t that what brothers for ? built in partner in crimes ? best friends for life . you guys were inseparable , so inseparable that by the end of secondary school it was granted that you were put in different classes to allow room for others . you DIDN’T mind , even if you did declare how idiotic it was to your mother over the phone . you had friends . a lot of friends . but friends that were just your friends ? that was new . and you never really knew how to feel about it .
high school , it changed your life . i know you’ll say for the worst , but please don’t forget about all of the good that came out of it . the teachers ? they were stuck between loving and hating you . and some ? didn’t get a chance to do either with how much you skipped their class . you kept your grades up only to continue playing hockey grades were the only thing that your dad actually checked . you enjoyed the social scene , and by social scene i mean getting too drunk at house parties and being rowdy in the bleachers . when you looked to your right , you had a whole CREW of friends who somehow stumbled into your life . and when you looked to your left , you had your brother . you sought out EXCITEMENT , anything to get your heart racing . you were IMPULSIVE . you took your injustice out by developing a CANTANKEROUS attitude that got you into fights left and right ( on and off the ice ) . high school is when you got your first job , sixteen and tired of hearing your father complain about you needing more responsibility of course this had been after you and your brother got caught smoking . your legs landed you at rainbow point with a confident grin and TROUBLE in your eyes .
BECAUSE EVERYTHING I DO FEELS LIKE NOTHING
it was good , you struggled but you were happy . my CARELESS child with light dancing around you . you couldn’t be touched , you were immortal . it reflected in your actions , teenagers huh ? but we all know there can’t be good without the bad , and for you i wish the bad had been a broken ankle or failed SAT’S . but it wasn’t . the bad was ripping you to pieces , beyond repair . i know it haunts you , the accident . the realization when you’re eyes focused on the road and saw a blue truck headed towards you , you hate the color blue . you forgot too , that dustin had taken off his seat belt to retrieve the phone you knocked out of his hands because he was getting on your nerves . it only hitting you when hues opened back up and a gaping hole the size of a body remained . you still don’t understand how it could be , that you had absolutely no scratches . but your brother ? he no longer had air in his lungs .
you’re lost , you want to sob like a child with hands wrapped around you whispering it’s going to be okay . but it won’t be . and you never realized how lonely your house was , and how distant your parents were . now your home town reminds you of secrets whispered in the dark and talks about the future that no longer exists for your brother . you left after that summer , in the beginning you missed holidays because you couldn’t bare the sight of an untouched room . and that empty seat right beside you dug it’s claws into your chest until you could no longer breathe . you HATE your home town , and the house you grew up in . and if you could choose , you’d never go back . so why do you ? it’s because of the missed calls on your phone from the ones you call friends . you feel OBLIGATED . it’s one of the only emotions you feel , besides guilt and grief . you really do try , to move on . to feel more . but it’s hard for you . so you hide behind spontaneous adventures and the bottom of a whiskey bottle . you flash pearly whites and roll around in sheets with women you could never love like they love you . you ink your body with permanent ink because it’s the only permanent thing you’ll ever have . you have to remind yourself that you’re alive , you’re alive because sometimes you forget . but what’ll you never forget ? is that , you did this that reality hits you when you’re at your weakest . it’s the one that screams at you until tears hang in honeyed hues and just healed wounds are ripped open by your favorite punching bag the mirror . but that’s okay , isn’t it ? because when the sun rises , you’ll go out and replace it . and you’ll pretend that you’re fine .
hi there angels ! i’m one of the amandas ( she/her ) and i live in the mst ! i’m late to the party because i needed a nap but i’m ready to plot with everyone and get this party started this evening ! you can find zeke’s bio, stats, & a few headcanons in the source link below. i don’t have any wanted connections listed anywhere but i’m down to fill any of yours or brainstorm new connections all together ! here is my messy child, please handle with care :)
howdy bubs !! my name is ro ( she/her ) and i’m so pleased to be here with the neophyte/slate in the pst !! i haven’t rp’d in a wee minute so it took me a lot longer than i thought to get everything ready, so thank you for being patient !! i hope the bio/stats/little facts in the source link are enough !! i haven’t gotten around to any connections but i’d love to brainstorm & i’m so so excited to plot with each and every one of you !! thnx you :)
* ✧ 𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒂 !! it’s your gorl cas ( she/her ), i live in cst & i am so excited to get this plotting party started !! you can learn more about my pain in the ass, sloane, by clicking the source link. after doing so, go ahead & give this a ♡. then, i’ll come to you for plotting !!
Hi! So I’m Rae, and Xand is probably one of my favorite muses I’ve had in a while. So a little bit about them:
They’re Agender, and are Demiromantic and Pansexual
They own Wild Child Tattoos and Piercings
They grew up with separted parents, who eventually got divorsed after Xand graduted high school. Their mom was an extreme perfectionist, and didn’t feel that Xand being agender would fit into her ‘perfect world’ so they don’t really talk much. Xand’s father is an awesome dude who tought Xand to love themself for who they are, and encouraged them to be whatever they wanted.
They moved to The Castro to have some freedom from their mother, and to be themselves, while also being able to open up their dream shop
They can come across as super cold at first, but if you really need it, they go into ‘mom friend’ mode and pretty much aggressively gives a shit about your well being
They are very open minded and compassionate, but you have to kind of wiggle your way into their heart first. Once you’re there though, they will do anything they can to help you out
Don’t fuck with their friends. Don’t.
They can usually be found sketching, painting, reading, or playing some sort of video game (its their guilty pleasure)
I’m so excited to get to know you guys, and feel free to hit me up with plots, if I don’t come to you first <3
