TOTALHCNESTY
an indie rp acc written with chaos and care by em (24, she/her, est) !
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TOTALHCNESTY
an indie rp acc written with chaos and care by em (24, she/her, est) !
rules/guidelines || muses || wanted plots || opens
this acc is dead and i'll probably end up making a new one by the end of the month
but tf you mean m.egan th.e st.allion got cheated on??
probably gonna start working on a new blog at the end of this month !
long story short, the muse is not musing atm - it's gone and evaporated into the atmosphere, so this is the much needed hiatus notice! and when i do come back, it'll probably be on a completely new blog for a fresh start lkbnlhn
long story short, the muse is not musing atm - it's gone and evaporated into the atmosphere, so this is the much needed hiatus notice! and when i do come back, it'll probably be on a completely new blog for a fresh start lkbnlhn
long story short, the muse is not musing atm - it's gone and evaporated into the atmosphere, so this is the much needed hiatus notice! and when i do come back, it'll probably be on a completely new blog for a fresh start lkbnlhn
long story short, the muse is not musing atm - it's gone and evaporated into the atmosphere, so this is the much needed hiatus notice! and when i do come back, it'll probably be on a completely new blog for a fresh start lkbnlhn
the urge to start over on a new blog is strong...
a certain man left a certain group today and left me STUNNED - i don't stan the group he left but this is like sp*ngebob leaving the kr*sty kr*b (censored to avoid the tagskngjg)
will try to get to replies this weekend! ngl, i think i sorta burnt myself out but kgjlgj also, this blog is jumpscare free this april fools!
well. blair's never had a problem giving credit where it was due ( okay, maybe sometimes ), but frankly, elena was doing something! wasn't being amazing at anything requirement of work to build you up along the way? and more impressive still to do it WITHOUT her parental influence and relationships to bolster her upwards? at least one could admire that, wondering what auditioning for this sort of thing would have felt like...
"think of it this way. if you did it... do you think your parents would have loved you more? would it make a difference? or was it always something that you simply had to lose, in which. yeah. that was never a real or SURE thing in the first place." that's how blair like to count it with her parents at least, reaching out to sip, delicately, at the drink that ends up delivered. hard alcohol on an empty stomach, was it really all that surprising? "it's not cheesy, and... it's good. heartening, i guess. i fucking don't know what i'd do if you were telling me everything was shit and you hated it."
in the news again. well. she honestly can't help but love her drive for it all. "you definitely WILL BE. now it's just about timing. what do you ideally want after all of this, anyways? say you finish up. you're like, top of the top. what comes next for chef elena?"
★— ATTN: @totalhcnesty
probably the most bittersweet of truths ever. blair was right: would her parents have loved her more? it seemed like, from the moment elena was born, she existed for the sole purpose of being the hotel heiress, to do what they say and as they say even after she turned eighteen (when she was supposed to be her own adult and be able to make her own decisions about life). it was both a sweet and painful mix of acceptance and a little bit of heartbreak, to know that the two people who were supposed to love and support her no matter what she does in life, do not and will not unless she does what they tell her. the only thing she could do was live her life and blink back the thoughts of what could've been had her parents acted like actual parents with her. "well, there's, uh, two possibilities." elena looked down at the table as she spoke, nodding her head. "i-i could either open my own restaurant, or maybe go the teaching route and open my own culinary school eventually. personally, i'm, uh, leaning towards the whole restaurant thing." she leaned back in her seat, looking back up at blair. "since there's no hotel in my future, i can just show off my culinary skills in the future someway, you know?"
Jennie hadn't felt this embarrassed in a long long time — actually she would consider this a pure act of humiliation. It had already been bad enough that she had woken up to an empty bed but now the very guy who had run out on her was sitting across from her at brunch. Jennie was hoping to rise above and never tell her friends that someone had just bolted on her after a one night stand. However the moment she had walked in and seen him she had felt her blood run cold. What is worse is Jennie isn't sure if she is angry or not — it's not like she hasn't run out on someone after a one night stand herself, it just sucks when you are on the receiving end. "Embarrassed?" She crossed her arms over her chest, eyes burning with a rage. "Or perhaps you are already plotting your nest great escape?" Jennie challenged, a dangerous smirk displaying across her face.
"yeah, i figured you'd be at least somewhat upset..." julius murmured, his eyes closed. then, he looked back at jennie. him somewhat avoiding her gaze, although she knew there was no way to avoid this whole conversation. "embarrased? yes. escaping? no. i-i can't neccessarily run from this... or from you... at least, not again." he spoke that last part quietly. behold: the consequences of his actions. julius figured that he would never have to see her again. he was counting on him never having to see her again, but, of course, the universe could be really cruel. so, he sighs. "look, jennie... i-i'm not sure what to even say to you. like, how do you even apologize for-" running out on her after the one night stand. simply, in julius eyes, there may literally be nothing he could really do except accept the full brunt of whatever she might be about to lay on him.
happier now with their matching pisco sours, zoey leans against the bar and observes the room, with fewer people and more space. she subtly prides herself on having found the best exit points over the years, if only for the warmth of feeling useful to nehir for knowing them now. zoey snorts in the back of her throat to acknowledge the note nehir makes, pins the story on the mental board for later. right now, she feels the need to watch for any minute change in nehir’s expression. zoey … hadn’t thought about it before. “i don’t know, actually.” she sighs, eyes downcast as she swirls the ice in the glass. it’s a little embarrassing to admit - zoey often forgets the disparity between this lifestyle and most others, and then sounds wholly ignorant when she tries to reckon with it. “i think i’ve only brought one person to meet them before. but it was a family friend, and we only dated for, like, two weeks. doesn’t count.” tacked on at the end, as if to say this does. she shakes her shoulders, tries for an easy smile. “but i don’t care about that stuff. you know that, right? it’s - all of this, the money. it’s nice! but there are things that are nicer - like talking. hanging out. i don't know.” she hates how wishy-washy she sounds. gratitude and acknowledgement of status, next to longing for connection and wanting to be known, just fit so clunky together. “they might care about that, i guess. wouldn't change anything for me." a pause. "does that freak you out?”
"oh." and even with the drink in her hand, a little bit of nehir's worry towards the whole situation did come back. was there really a possibility that zoey's parents weren't going to accept the fact that she was dating a cheer coach? she wouldn't be surprised; certain people could be really judgemental and really protective over the people that their daughter dates, especially those with loads of money. she took a sip of her drink, looking back at the other as she started to speak. she looked down at the ground, nodding her head and listening in. "i-i mean... sorta, only because you'd be going against your parents wishes, knowing that they wouldn't approve of me." she moved a strand of hair from her face, taking a sip. "not to say that i'm not interested in being with you, because i am. i'm just a little bit concerned that your parents possibly not really liking that i'm not at least a little bit wealthy would totally be the thing that pushes us away from each other." she admitted, knowing that she originally was gonna bottle it up and keep it hidden, but that it was better to just come clean with how she feels. "i just wanna make a good impression, you know? be someone they can feel comfortable having their daughter around. i mean, you think they'd eventually get used to the fact that their daughter isn't dating rich?"
serayah laughs first and jesse’s shoulders melt as he huffs a laugh too - not in poor spirit, not to make fun, but because this is funny. he’s been driving himself crazy for days, second-guessing every stolen glance for months. scolding himself for wanting! and the whole time, she’s wanted him back! in all of his spiraling, he hadn’t once factored in this as a possible outcome. go figure. “no shit. really?” jesse’s tone is bewildered, big stupid smile on his dumb face as he pillows his cheek against his palm and lets his gaze drink her in properly now. how he’s made it this far in their friendship without spilling over, he’s not sure anymore. not sure it matters, either. the back of his neck flushes crimson and his free hand lingers by her knee, tapping touch falling over soft skin with playful litheness. “aw, serayah. your cool status is about to take a massive hit. i wish i was sorry.” he pulls his hand back and draws his spine up straight, eyes up to the ceiling as he pretends to mull the next step over. “i think … i ask you on a date. you say yes. and then we go out somewhere, have a great time. and we just do that over and over and over again until we die.” jesse’s still ( always! ) a nervous wreck, but it fizzles differently on his skin now. really good, electric nervousness - who knew? “we talk like this again a few more times in between -y’know, all serious. figure each other out.” jesse shifts his gaze back to serayah, hopeful. “what do you think of that?”
"i-i mean..." serayah let out a laugh, shaking her head. "the only thing that made me cool was my status as a pro-athlete, but i don't play actively anymore." she looked back at jesse as she spoke, a look of amusement on her face. she was sure that with her pro-athlete status came the 'coolness' that jesse had talked about, something that she was sure she didn't really have anymore now that she only coached and didn't actively play. "there's no 'coolness' left about me to take, like, a massive hit." she shook her head once more, before leaning back in her seat. "besides, uh, i-i don't really care if it means spending some time with you." the brunette-haired female kept her eyes on jesse, a small smile forming on her face as she heard him talk. if any of their friends could hear about this now, they'd be screaming. "yeah, uh, i-i'd really like that." she admitted, nodding her head with a soft smile as she looked at jessie. "and we take it slow, and be honest with each other whenever things feel like they're... too fast or too much." she took another sip of her soda. "a-and we be honest with each other." basically everything serayah's ex failed to do after he proposed to her. here she was, after lowkey doubting that she'd find someone again, sitting next to someone who had single-handedly (and awkwardly) proved her wrong. "so, a-aren't you gonna, you know, ask me on a date?"
sutton was more than happy to leave the question without an answering, unless the smirk on her face was telling enough that elena can put together the pieces. the sparse conversation was perfectly fine with her, content with sipping away at her drink until a plate is graciously placed in front of her. maids in all flavors have come and gone in the sinclair family estate but never has sutton felt more like a queen than now. "well this.... smells amazing," and she means it. even a hungry stomach, sutton knows this is something special and cooked by someone who really cares about her craft and that comes through the moment she takes a bite. "okay, yup. that's it. you're just going to have to cook for me every day from now on," she chuckles, hand over her mouth to shield from her speech.
"oh." elena turned her head, only to grab a bowl for herself so that she could enjoy a good meal herself. then, she kept her eyes on sutton as she took a bite, a small smile forming on her face as she watched her (minus how creepy that lowkey sounds). "well, i'm taking that as you liking it, so i'm glad you like it. it was something quick and simple." she grabbed a big spoon, putting some in a bowl for herself, before setting it down in the sink. she grabbed a fork and leaned against the counter, starting to eat as well. moving a strand of hair from her face as she ate, she looked back at sutton. "surprisingly, i don't cook for friends often. no one's really, like... asked me to cook for them." she does the same as sutton, covering her mouth to shield an unpleasant view of herself. however, it was true. all the people she would consider to be friends were busy, so she loves showing off when she gets the chance.
LOVE STORY (2026–) 1.03 America's Widow
honestly, he had forgotten that his emergency contact was his ex-boyfriend. noel was the last face aaron had expected to see while posted up in a hospital bed, injured shoulder already set securely in a sling. "i haven't gotten around to it." a half lie, glancing embarassedly down at his hands before offering the doctors a half-hearted wave of dismissal, hoping they'd leave before the awkward tension in the room became too heavy. "it's okay, he's just visiting." as the room empties to just the two of them, aaron can't help but take a moment to look at the other. "i'm surprised you came." he finally musters the courage to say. "i didn't think you wanted anything to do with me anymore." a pause, lump in his throat forming making the air feel thicker than it already was. "i'm fine, by the way. you don't have to stay."
noel couldn't help but feel a little bit awkward. he was sure that all the news articles both on and offline were enough to give people a glimpse into what was going on in noel's life, such as his return to baseball, and the blowout of a game that they had when they did it. something else will be the return to tropicana field for the first time since it was damaged due to the hurricane. noel was a busy man, so he just assumed that he had been taken off the emergency contact list. that, apparently, couldn't have been further from the case. "i'm not heartless." noel let out, a small sigh following. "if there's an emergency and i'm called, i-i'm gonna show up... even if we're, you know, not together anymore." he took a second to look at the extent of the injuries. the sling made him raise an eyebrow, his face slightly scrunched up as he thought of all the possibilities of what could've happened to cause this. "i thought i'd get injured before you for... obvious reasons." he looked at aaron. "are you... feeling any pain?"