#romcom dr

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WHAT’S IN MY BAG in my college reality,, More specifically my school bag that I drag around with me everywhere!!

THE BAG ITSELF,,

vintage prada messenger bag

BAG ACCESSORIES,,

keychains galore ( the rusty keys on the cluttered one don’t go to anything. i keep all my keys clipped to my belt loop )

TECHNOLOGY,,

mac laptop ( w/ stickers! ), ipad with keyboard attachment ( + apple pencil ), my phone, my airpods, but also my headphones, chargers, & a digital camera!!

ESSENTIALS,,

my vivienne westwood wallet, my glasses case with prescription sunglasses inside, a paper republic journal for me to just write random shit, my water bottle, annnddd hand sanitizer!

SCHOOL ITEMS,,

various notebooks that i switch out for each class ( or stuff all of them into it if i’m staying at tommy’s and don’t want to walk back to my dorm ), pencil case, & a book related to my major that i’m reading for fun ( textbooks stay at my dorm or go to tommy’s in a bigger bag )

MISCELLANEOUS ITEMS,,

hermes pocket altar, hermes prayer beads, a tarot deck ( not always there unless i feel it needs to be ), mini sewing kit, & a pill organizer ( for when I start staying the night at tommy’s )

A/N,, how does it all fit? either magic or sheer will, you decide

[fleurlil]

‎‎‎ ⊹ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝔀hat’s 𝓾r 𝐋o͟v͟e 𝐋anguage? ‎ ‎ ‎ ݁ ‎ ‎ ۪ ۶ৎ

⊹ what’s your love language? is a radio show that focuses on giving love advice to the student body of seohwa university. no one is sure who runs it. all they know is that if you’re struggling with relationships, then 1-800-cupidscalling is the place to go.

⊹ goes on air every three days with some exceptions. has a valentine’s day special where roses are given out to students. students can choose to either stay anon- ymous or air out their dirty laundry to the whole campus.

𝓛iliana 𝓐moré 𝓥alentin ⊹ currently a freshman at seohwa university studying romantic literature, communications, and sociology. was blessed with love powers at birth and is now a self-taught cupid-in-training. amateur florist. constantly busy. a love scientist of sorts ( according to her ). nicknamed “emotionally unavailable” by those who know her. strangely oblivious.

⊹ she’s honestly surprised people haven’t found out she runs the radio show. her last name is valentine for god's sake. she thinks it’s obvious, but her peers who have to deal with her chilly disposition and never-ending romantic rejections would say otherwise.

𝓚im 𝓓onghyun ( 𝓛eehan ) ⊹ seems to be trying figure out ways to woo his girlfriend, park minju. he thinks she might be tired of hearing about fish. date ideas are always welcome.

𝓜eret 𝓑annerman ( 𝓜anon ) ⊹ a mysterious crush seems to be occupying the mind of our own campus heartthrob. she can barely concentrate on her own responsibilities. overly stressed.

𝓛ee 𝓓onghyuk ( 𝓗aechan ) ⊹ haechan insists on being anonymous yet anyone could recognize his voice. seems to be trying to crack the shell of a guarded classmate. still can’t figure out who though.

𝓙eong 𝓨uno ( 𝓙aehyun ) ⊹ fixated on a childhood love who wandered back into his life recently. seems to be worried about how to approach with his affections. he’s afraid he’ll get pushed away.

@𝔀yll𝓸fficial ⊹ students who aren’t comfortable with calling can tweet here and look for updates on the show. unfortunately, it’s become a breeding ground for gossiping because seohwa residents are incredibly nosy and loud mouthed.

“so tell me caller, what’s your love language?” ‎‎‎ ♡

[eddieisashifter]

🕸 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐓, 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 — ​🇲​​🇾​ ​🇦​​🇩​​🇩​​🇦​​🇲​​🇸​ ​🇫​​🇦​​🇲​​🇮​​🇱​​🇾​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇦​​🇱​​🇮​​🇹​​🇾​

❝the addams family line is unlike any others. we've become the face of the darker side of the world and the inherent magic behind it. the addams family curse effects all of its line, blood or not. there's no way to escape it. you will receive your curse sooner than later, I promise, my dear. its okay that you've taken longer than your siblings. it may just mean the world isn't ready for you yet.❞

EDMUND "EDDIE" ADDAMS — OLDEST SON OF MORTICIA AND GOMEZ ADDAMS he/they transmasc non-binary 🇺🇸 16 years queer

❝ he's the second oldest of the mysterious addams family, patrons of the arts and enthusiasts of the macabre. he's a poet and a tortured artist. you can often hear him muttering to himself, picking at the paint dried on his hands that is suspiciously scarlet. he rarely speaks, but when he does, you always strain to listen. there's just an aura about him thats even unlike his siblings. ❞

its very strange being the odd one out in an already odd family. but, that's my current situation.

being born into the addams family means you've been cursed. which is a blessing, really. because our curses are beautiful to us. my mother's ability to talk to plants, my father's acrobatics, my little sister's lie detecting senses, my older sister's glamour illusions... even my little brother's gift is starting to show, likely a sixth sense. these are all beautiful gifts.

yet, I seem to have been ignored by the family curse.

powerless, left behind. I rely on my creativity and words to leave my impact in the midst of my gifted siblings. it's unfair. my mother reassures me I'm not less of an addams because of this. still, it's hard.

but, nonetheless, my sister and I head off to nevermore academy for our final years of schooling. i just want to get it over with so I can pursue my passions of writing. however, I run straight into a mysterious boy with hair as pale as his skin who dresses in black and crimson, and he immediately seizes every bit of my soul.

suddenly, my poems turn softer, more...romantic? what is this? what has this boy done to me? have I been truly cursed, and not in the good way? this...dorian blackwell is playing with fire he doesn't understand. I have to break his curse on me. but, with what? what kind of magic do I have?

well, perhaps more than I think.

now playing.... paint it, black — the rolling stones 0:10 ──⚬──── 3:22 ⇆ ◃◃ ıı ▹▹ ↻

next in addams family manor queue;

the addams family theme which witch — florence + the machine i'd rather burn — blackbriar all the good girls go to hell — billie eilish abstract (psychopomp) — hozier second child, restless child — the oh hellos spellbound — siouxsie and the banshees of lilies and remains — bauhaus friday i'm in love — the cure

(🎪 back to the circus itinerary. . .)

[ladigube]

dream realities ౨ৎ

a place in which josie finds comfort in infinite possibilities of her mind

"BEING VULNERABLE MAKES ME FEEL AT HOME, SAFE." ⎯⎯ actress dream reality

i : introduction

"SHE'S STRAWBABY JAM." ⎯⎯ children's book illustrator dream reality

"THOUGH I SAW IT COMING, IT STILL HURTS." ⎯⎯ criminal minds/teacher dream reality

"BEING APART OF SOMETHING SPECIAL, MAKES YOU SPECIAL." ⎯⎯ glee dream reality

"I AM SUCH AN INCREDIBLY, STUPIDLY SENSITIVE PERSON." ⎯⎯ harry potter dream reality

i : introduction

"ITS NEVER TOO LATE FOR A FRESH START." ⎯⎯ influencer dream reality

"A GIRLS DOLL IS HERSELF." ⎯⎯ nepo baby dream reality

i : introduction ii : mood board

"I DO NOT DESIRE MEDIOCRE LOVE. I WANT TO DROWN IN SOMEONE" ⎯⎯ romcom dream reality

[visualcve]

stupid cupid you’re a real MEAN GUY .ᐟ

　angelia or elia. shifter. she!her.　　　　　　preformed by sabrina carpenter. 　　　　　　　irl hello kitty.　star wars nerd.　harry’s girl. ♡

𝜗𝜚　my main drs .ᐟ 𓂃

⁰⁰¹ harry potter. ( golden trio ♡ )

⁰⁰² star wars. ( actor au ♡ )

⁰⁰³ ever after high.

⁰⁰⁴ arcane.

⁰⁰⁵ modern family.

⁰⁰⁶ small town.

𝜗𝜚　masterlist .ᐟ 𓂃

harry potter ( golden trio )⠀✶⠀intro. moodboard. ask game. the couples.

star wars ( actor au )⠀✶⠀intro.

ever after high⠀✶⠀intro. moodboard.

arcane⠀✶⠀intro. moodboard.

modern family⠀✶⠀intro. moodboard. ask game.

small town⠀✶⠀intro.

ⓒ visualcve INC. 　　　　

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A DIARY ENTRY FOR my brother’s best friend reality,, or just me sorting out my feelings ( 1.4K words: ~5:10 min read )

THIS’LL BE QUICK… I think at least. I hope. But depending on how much I start to spew out over this whole situation I may write too god damn much. My mom always told me if you have no one to talk to, talk to yourself. Create an environment where you can at least trust one person, yourself. So when Lily wasn’t around growing up, or I was—for some reason—too scared to talk to her about something right away. I would write. In a notebook, in my notes app, anywhere I could. And I’m doing that now. Lily should be getting back to our dorm within the hour. And she will be a listening ear for me when that time comes. But there’s just so much I need to unpack, and my mind’s a mess at the moment.

Today, an hour ago, on Tuesday September 27, 2022, Tommy came to my room. After nearly 4 full days of not talking to him, and truthfully all out avoiding him, since Friday night. He came to my room. I was avoiding him because I was scared. SOMETHING HAPPENED THAT FRIDAY NIGHT. I had thought he was coming in for a kiss, so I went to kiss him back, only for him to pull away suddenly right as I did. I don’t remember a lot of what I was feeling in that moment. I think I was genuinly running on the adrenaline of my horror. If you’re me, with a many year long crush on your family friend, that kind of rejection is probably on equal par to finding out the zombie apocalypse is starting. I just started running away from him… well more so speed walking away. Rushing to get back to my room, get back to Lily. All I could think of was her as I silently let my tears fall down my cheeks. She’s been there through nearly all of the Tommy Shepherd related heartbreaks. This would be no different. At the time I thought he pulled away because he was absolutely disgusted with the fact I tried to kiss him. For those four days after, I kept thinking he knew about my feelings for him. AND I WAS TOO TERRIFIED TO FACE HIM. He kept texting me that he wanted to talk. I thought he was gonna let me down easy, and no part of me was ready for that intense of heartbreak, despite the fact I was already stewing in that grief. I don’t think I could’ve taken hearing, and not just inferring, it from him.

THEN TOMMY SHOWED UP TO MY DORM TODAY. Lily tried to get him to leave. She opened the door for me before I knew who it was. Apparently she ran into him at a dining hall on campus and he tried asking her how I was. Then tried bringing up the idea of him stopping by. While she lied about my wellbeing, she immediately shut down his idea. It didn’t seem to stop him though. He sounded so weak at the door, so sad. It was tugging at my heartstrings. I’ve always had a soft spot for Tommy Shepherd. Always. Lily really tried to get him to leave, but he kept insisting he would stay until I told him to leave myself. And I know he knew that I couldn’t bare to do that. He knew that he was my weakness, especially when he himself sounded so distraught on the other side of the door. I told her to let him in, she did, and then she left so we could talk. And we did.

He tried apologizing, which confused me. So I tried apologizing instead, which confused him. THAT WAS THE FIRST HINT THAT SOMETHING WAS OFF about both of our interpretations with what happened. Tommy began to explain himself. He said that he was drunk. He shouldn’t have stepped over the line with me. He never wants to make me uncomfortable like that. And all of that explaining lifted a weight off my shoulders and then sunk that same one down into my gut. I realized that he didn’t know I tried to kiss him back, he had no idea about my feelings for him. He just thought I ran away that night because he almost kissed me, and I was made uncomfortable by that fact. He didn’t pull away from me because I tried to kiss him. But because he thought better of kissing me. And that it was the alcohol that made him almost kiss me. While it was what little sobriety he had left that made him think better of it. I felt nauseous at the wonder of whether he would have kissed me if I was any other girl in that scenario. I COULD FEEL THE ANXIETY RIPPING AT MY STOMACH OVER ALL OF IT. Of the unreciprocity of it all. But I also felt relief that I could still hide my feelings from him for longer. Or forever if they’ll never go away like I fear. And I felt relief that he didn’t know this one specific intimate part of myself, that I was terrified for him to be privy to.

I COULD FEEL THE COMPLEX EMOTIONS RAVAGING THROUGH ME. But the grief stayed a focal point of my mind. He could hear it in my voice even when I accepted his apology. I told him I forgave him so he would stop apologizing for not kissing me—when I wish he would have—as if it was a crime against humanity. The more he rambled on about his apologies the more I was reminded he didn’t want me and I was tired of thinking about it. So I forgave him. Which was easy because I didn’t feel I needed to. I was never upset at him. Just too scared to face him. Not like he knew that or why. And I didn’t want him to. So I apologized to him. When he asked me if I was okay when my apology wavered as it came out, like I was going to cry. I just kept lying. No part of me was going to trip and fall into confessing something I spent four days petrified was already found out. He believes me when I tell him everything is good between us again. Because it’s not entirely untrue. BUT THEN HE ASKS ME IF WE CAN CALL AGAIN, like we have been the past month. Then more shockingly he asks me if “…we could go out somewhere together.” And it sounds almost like a date. And it’s just so confusing. Being hounded about how much he regrets something so romantic from almost occurring just to ask if he could “take me” somewhere in the most romantic fucking phrasing.

I don’t really know how to feel. SO MUCH HAPPENED AT ONCE. So much I felt. So much I learned. With everything considered, there’s a few things I know for fact. ONE; I still love Tommy Shepherd despite his lack of romantic feelings for me. I will probably love Tommy Shepherd for years to come. And every relationship I get into during those years will be spent yearning after someone I can not have. Dreaming of someone who is not mine. And wishing for things to be different. TWO; This will not kill me. Or at least my life will not end from this killing me. It’ll hurt. But it has hurt many times before. And I’ve gotten through it every single time. Lily is a big factor in that, for sure. But in some fucked up way, Tommy has gotten me through it too. Because he still loves me. Maybe not in the way I fully want. But we’ve been bordering on something romantic for years. Enough for my friends to think he feels something. It’s like getting mini micro doses of the one drug I need to live. It may not be a full 35mg of the Tommy brand of coke I need. But he gives me enough to get by. And it staves off the pain. He himself has the power to distract me from the pain he unknowingly causes me. And that fact is honestly a little bit sick and twisted. AND FINALLY; Tommy is picking me up from my dorm room at 3 PM tomorrow. He’s taking me somewhere. That somewhere is a surprise that he is definitely aware of because he’s, and I quote, “been thinking up ideas for a while now.” Help.

TAGLIST!! @laylasverse , @dessarchive , @girlfanged & @miiholic

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A DIARY ENTRY FOR my portland romcom reality,, or a vent I’d probably write in said reality ( 532 words: ~1:50 min read )

THE AMOUNT OF GUILT I FEEL IS IMMENSE. Just overpowering. Because I have a boyfriend. I have a goddamn boyfriend. And yet I’m finding myself so enraptured with Tommy Shepherd. He has me in a chokehold. Anything he says sounds so melodical. Anything he does puts stars in my eyes. The flirty words he throws my way make me want to crumble to the floor and see if he’d try and put me back together. His smile is enough to spur me on until I find myself alone in my own room. And while I get myself off, that smile never leaves my mind. It’s there along with his gorgeous green eyes, messy blonde hair, his strong arms, and his thick neck. And after I’m done, jesus the guilt is even stronger.

I’ve tried not to give in. I have a boyfriend. A boyfriend of over a year. A boyfriend that, if you asked Lily, is a complete dick and I deserve better. But I can’t help but wonder, what if things do go back to the way they used to with me and him. What if this shitty treatment is just temporary. It has to be, because he told me he loved me. He bought me flowers, kissed me, took my virginity, said everything I’ve ever wanted to hear. That can’t all be for nothing. But god sometimes it really feels like it has been. And then I get a taste of that same romance with Tommy. And he’s so willing to give it. And it’s so nice to have. It drives me wild.

I always tell myself to not give in. To not flirt back. To put up my walls and push him away. Because I have a boyfriend. One of Tommy’s best friends and teammates. He knows my boyfriend. He knows we’re dating. And he can’t seem to give less shits about that. But not giving in is just so hard when anything I could ever want is dangling in front of me like a bone on a stick. So I give in on occasion. I flirt back before shutting my mouth and turning away from him, not allowing myself to see his reaction. I give him eyes that don’t remotely convey any annoyance before my face morphs back into something he can’t use against me in the future. I touch him playfully before rushing to keep my hands to myself. But that quick touch can always be felt on my fingertips for several minutes afterwards. A burning like I’m being called to touch him again. And sometimes I don’t reign myself in. Sometimes I flirt back, then he flirts back, then I flirt back again. And it’s the most exhilarating feeling. Before that goddamn guilt comes rushing back in. That guilt has gotten to the point that it’s just sat dormant in me anytime Tommy is around. Anytime we talk, sit next to each other, text one another. The guilt just stews in me until it spikes at any major interaction between us. It’s annoying for sure. But goddamnit, it can’t seem to push me away from him. It should. But it won’t. And it eats me up inside.

TAGLIST!! @laylasverse , @dessarchive & @girlfanged

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MY PORTLAND ROMCOM REALITY [ 2021 ] . . . In which I’m a 17 year old senior attending Lincoln High School, in line for valedictorian and the girlfriend of the captain of the football team. My neighbor, and my boyfriend’s friend + teammate has been in love with me for a couple years now, and refuses to give up on his attempts to steal me from my shitty boyfriend. 「 S/O : TOMMY SHEPHERD 」

ALLOW ME THIS INTRODUCTION

. . . THE LORE , intro , friends [coming soon…] , my family [coming soon…] , my soon to be ex-boyfriend [coming soon…] , my house [coming soon…?] , my soon to be boyfriend [coming soon…] , my guilt with liking tommy ( diary entry ) , timeline of tommy falling for me ( diary entries ) , birthday post for tommy ( socials ) , tommy’s birthday ,

. . . MY THOUGHTS , brainstorming , tommy knowing me too well , tommy noticing my eyes , tommy’s flirting , [ for future reference ] all my rambles in one

. . . ACTIVITIES ,

VISUALIZE WITH ME

. . . EDITS ,

. . . MOODBOARDS ,

CURIOSITY ANSWERED

. . . ASK GAMES ,

. . . ASKS , colorful aesthetic ( layla ) ,