𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒'𝚖 𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 / welcome aboard, vivian yu, student #34. we are excited to set sail with you ! has anyone told you that you look like park sooyoung? according to our records, you hail from las vegas nevada, usa, prefer she/they, are demigirl, and are here to study communications. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your money — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + bright, + cunning, but also - manipulative. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the high sea grill. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed your grandfather’s military pocketknife. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!
hi it’s nia <3 this is my second muse vivian and i apologize soooo much in advance. lmao. their bio and info is below the cut. please like and im me to plot i am so so excited to bring u this angst bitch
vivian grew up in las vegas. they were born to not one, but two politicians. their mother was a state representative and their father was mayor of their town. ever since she was a kid, vivi was forced to spend her free time at donor events, fundraisers, and shuffled around at various events for causes around the city. everyone in town knew vivian by name and face. people sucked up to her: neighbors, teachers, law enforcement, anyone hoping to get ahead by way of her parents’ favor. it gave her a heightened sense of importance that quickly got to her head.
by the time she was a preteen, vivian believed herself to be above the law and above those around her. by age 14, her father was running for governor and her mother held ambitions of working on a national level in washington dc. an only child with her parents both busy and in the public eye, vivi had absolutely no one to turn to. in her mind, no one would understand her, anyway. once she was 15-16, she was hanging out with an older crowd, skipping school, sneaking out and getting drunk to see if anyone at home would notice ( they didn’t. ) her folks didn’t take notice of vivi’s bad behavior until her actions began affecting them politically. you couldn’t run a campaign on ‘safe cities’ when your daughter was being brought home by police at night and found lingering around sketchy clubs on the vegas strip.
trigger warnings in next paragraph: drugs, drug overdose, death
vivian’s mind began to be wired in a really terrible way: the more trouble she got into, the more her parents seemed to notice she existed. maybe they were screaming at her, but they were communicating with her. and that was more than she’d had before. one night at a fundraiser, vivi met a boy who was a fellow politician’s kid. he invited her to a back room with a few other teens where she was introduced to cocaine. unfortunately, vivi became hooked right away. over time, she found comfort with drugs and with this group of teens; the only people who seemed to understand her and care about her. a few months later, she was at a party with this boy and their friends when he overdosed in front of her. his death profoundly affected vivi. she became even more withdrawn, talked to almost no one, and was cruel and cold whenever she did. after nearly being disowned by her parents for the overdose incident, vivi agreed to go to rehab. once she was out, they were sent away to live with their uncle in boston, massachusetts, so vivi couldn’t mess up their politics anymore. she stopped looking for attention from her family and instead wanted nothing to do with them.
( triggers over )
in boston, vivi attended public school. quickly she fell into her old ways, getting caught up with a bad crowd, ignoring school and rules, and partying constantly. at school, she met a kind student named harper and was very drawn to her. the girl was so good and everything vivian wasn’t. vivi knew she had absolutely no business getting involved with someone so pure and kindhearted, but she couldn’t help herself. harper was ... different somehow. for the first time, vivian fell in love and felt love. the two dated and vivi really thought she could be a good person with her girlfriend’s influence. however, the school year ended, vivi was shipped off to boarding school by her parents, and she regressed all over again. knowing the path she was on and knowing her girlfriend deserved much better, vivian cheated on her right away and broke things off. ever since then, vivi has cheated on every single person she’s ever dated and maintained fierce independence and selfishness.
other info: vivian may look poised and sweet from time to time, but don’t let it fool you. it’s her political upbringing that allows her to put on a faux aura of compassion and authority. vivi is still the same mess they have always been. they will be a bitch form time to time. they take kindness as an insult and as a method for someone to get something from her. it’s not her fault, really. it’s how she was taught. they’re impulsive, stubborn, ruthless, and self-destructive. they are very very intelligent and could do something with their life, if they ever learned to channel her good qualities. vivian just doesn’t know they exist. vivian is bisexual with a strong leaning towards women, but who knows ? putting her into a box would be impossible. she’s an entp, virgo, chaotic neutral if any of that means anything to you. <3
if you like this i will im you to plot !! i’m soooo excited to bring vivi to yall and excited to see if she grows up or changes at all here lol
wanted connections ?? i am so open to anything don’t feel limited by these, but here are so ideas to help us:
a former best friend who vivi fucked over
someone vivi started getting feelings for and then abandoned
friends with benefits
even better, enemies with benefits
someone vivi cheats on for exams, homework, etc.
someone vivian has a soft spot for but won’t admit
someone vivi is super protective of & will fight over
partners in crime ( warning u have to be ready to commit real crimes lol )
the night was young but she felt anything but and in her tight little black and rose dotted dress, she had the time of her life dancing with any man or woman that came her way. there was a reason that she liked to go out alone… she was able to cut loose and forget about the world knowing nobody was waiting up or trying to hold her back. the air is thick, the room is dark and her lips taste like vodka when she hears a person, she instantly recognises the voice - how could one forget their mortal enemy ? the words spewing instantly recognisable, that tone not found anywhere else on gods green earth than from those beautiful yet venomous lips.
normally she was quite the antagonist but with alcohol flowing through her veins she butted a person out the way, eyes narrowed in utter disbelief, " as if i would be stalking you of all people, vivian, " she says, the thoughts of her dare long forgotten with the blur of alcohol running through her veins that had her wondering whether her sister azra had a runner up for the biggest bitch she’d spoken to that day. after some badly received news from her mother blackmailing her to return home or else, she squints before she speaks next, " i know you think the world revolves around you but this is a night club. i’m surprised your big head fits through the door, " she isn’t shying away, no wilting flower afraid of stepping up.
vivian had hoped that she’d been mistaken in her drunken fit and that the person standing before her wasn’t cecilya, but in fact a hot brunette she could hit on. but no -- of course it was cecilya. of course it was the very last person she wanted to see on such a treacherous and exhausting day. “who else would you be stalking, weirdo ? ” vivian asked, not waiting for an answer, “you’re fucking obsessed with me.” she rolled her eyes in dramatic fashion and turned back to face the bar, attempting to drink her tequila soda in relative peace. if she willed cecilya away hard enough with her mind, maybe the pest would leave. the fact that this irritating nuisance of a human being was invading a place that vivian held so dear to her heart - a place she could normally blend in with a hot outfit and fake name, no stress of school or family or anyone else - pissed vivi off immensely.
cecilya didn’t disappear. instead, she stood there berating vivian like the menace she was. at her words, vivian whipped around, drink in hand. “yeah, this is a nightclub, but they usually have standards,” she insulted, implying that cecilya wasn’t attractive enough enter the club, which was a boldfaced lie and she knew it. “i’m surprised your ass fits through the door,” they countered, finishing off their drink and slamming the glass on the bar counter, waving the bartender over for another. cecilya had picked the wrong damn night to invade her space, whether it was intentional or not. vivian was completely on edge and there was no stopping the trajectory of her night. as the bartender brought over a fresh drink for her, she crossed an arm over her chest and glared at her target. “can you get the fuck away from me now ? ”
closed starter for @ofsilvas / vivian looked at the ground in her hotel room where glass was smashed into tiny pieces in the walkway between the bedroom area and the bathroom. “ fuck ! ” she yelled, too exhausted, too drunk, too fucking irritated to be bothered to clean it up. she knew she had to, though, or it she would be stepping on it in the morning. it was her own fucking, stupid fault for throwing the fragile dish in the first place. frustrated beyond belief, she picked up the phone on her bedside table and threw it at the floor with unnecessary force. it crashed loudly on the carpet, bottom half now cracked and hanging from the wall; handheld part dangling stupidly from the dresser by its cord, swinging back and forth and hitting a wooden drawer over and over again.
she could feel her blood pumping through her arms, her heart thudding in her chest uncomfortably. had she been sober enough to see herself in a mirror, she would see her cheeks were flushed and the mascara she’d worn out that night was smudged erratically around her eyes. a strap from her black dress hung over her shoulder where it had fallen and there was a tear in the fishnets she’d not taken off yet. anger and disappointment and resentment was coursing through her body. there was so much overwhelming aggression she’d pent up inside her for so long and it needed to get out, but vivian had no idea how to make that happen. just as she was about to throw herself on the bed and cry, she heard a knock at her door. it had to be security. it had to be. not wanting to get arrested for the second time that night, vivian quickly fixed her dress strap and tried to gather her composure, running to the door. when she opened it, there stood cassidy. “not fucking now cass,” she groaned with complete annoyance, nearly slamming the door in his face.
“if you insist on thinking that’s what i am, that’s fine,” they smirked for a second, the side of their lips tugged a little before they let it go. when vivian opened the box, they couldn’t help but watch as she tore it open without a second thought and they eyes moved over to the owner who still hadn’t paid no mind or at least they were pretending to. “sure, as long as you’re paying for it but i know it won’t taste the same unless it’s free,” it wasn’t really her thing but what the hell, she’ll try it. she tilted her head back as she opened her mouth as if she couldn’t just reach over and do it herself.
“i just call it as i see it, babes. i’ve yet to see anything on the contrary, so that’s what i’ll choose to believe for now.” vivi smiled very faintly as victoria tried some of the chocolate. “weirdly decent, huh ? ” vivian asked, confirming her own taste for the candy. they noticed an aesthetically pleasing lollipop and decided they wanted it, so they grabbed it and tucked it in their pocket. “is there anything else we need for our haul ? ” vivian’s eyes scanned over vic and her bag of candy, trying to determine if they’d left anything out.
closed starter for @cecilyaxo / to put things in blunt terms, vivian was trashed. today she was supposed to meet her parents but she’d cancelled because it seemed ... too soon to face them. it made her stomach sick; her heart ache to think of seeing them again. they hadn’t had a proper conversation since vivian had left for ss university and she hated that of all the land locked destinations the school could’ve taken them to, they took the students to vegas. there was really no escape from her parents’ grasp, no matter how hard she tried to struggle against it. so here vivian was, posted up at the omnia nightclub bar at midnight. what had started out as a few drinks quickly turned into a bender and vivian was on another level tonight. her true, trashy self was able to appear in the city more familiar than anywhere on earth, much different than the put-together persona she displayed at school.
“are you fucking kidding me ? ” vivi asked rhetorically, her voice raised as she tried to yell over the thumping music, as she eyed the next-to-last person she wanted to see that night: cecilya. “don’t come fucking near me,” she warned, sighing impatiently while she waited for the overwhelmed bartender to finish her tequila soda. “you’re such a stalker,” they accused cecilya, voice strained and clumsy from all that liquor she’d downed that night already.
open starter ! / “i fucking hate it here ! ” vivian yelled to no one, tequila soda lifted up in the air above the mass of people dancing around her. was she talking about the nightclub or the city ? honestly, she wasn’t sure. normally, the omnia nightclub was one of her favorite places in her hometown: a giant, bombastic over the top club filled with anonymity, strangers, liquor. it was just her fucking luck that the dean had decided to put all the students she wanted to be free of in the very same resort the club was located. the more she drank, the less she cared and the more she hated. thankfully she hadn’t run into anyone she knew ... yet. but it was there in the back of her mind as she grinded her ass against some guy whose name she’d already forgotten who she’d met at the bar just minutes ago. as she pulled her arm down to drink from her glass, it was knocked from her hand and fell to the ground. “fuck,” she cursed, yelling over the music.
“well, i’ll tell her you said hi,” they smirked over at the other as they continued to finish their gummy, “now, how did you know that was my favorite thing to be called?” they half teased as they went back to grabbing more of the candy and she had let the other go freely, which was a good on her part after whatever that little interaction was between the two of them. she actually didn’t mind it as long as vivian wasn’t about to rat her out for eating the candy first. victoria walked over to the other just as she picked up the box, “i would’ve never guessed you would like that kind of combination.”
“i’m not surprised. good girls like to be called good girl,” vivian shrugged, unfazed by the situation. praise and flattery was the quickest way to someone’s heart. vivian had learned that long ago, though she rarely gave it out. they grabbed the box of chocolate and ripped open the side carefully, jiggling one of the mini chocolate bars out and putting it in her mouth. surprisingly, it was actually pretty good, the tangy mix of raspberry with the sweetness and bitterness of dark chocolate. the held the box out towards victoria. “want a piece ? ” they offered. she shook it softly. “don’t worry. i’ll actually pay for this one.”
cooper: hey don't talk to me like that, the last thing you see will be mellow yellow
cooper: i guess that depends on your definition of normal
cooper: hmm, might need someone else to verify that claim. lmao in your dreams, there's only one human that i fantasize and it's not you babes
cooper: given the amount of childhood trauma and lots of nice people in white coats, i'm gonna say therapist. i doubt monty the moose would have been as helpful
vivi: as long as it's not your face ill be fine
vivi: my definition of normal is things that are normal.
vivi: i have plenty of references, bub. you dont get access to that list tho
vivi: in MY dreams?! what a fucking joke lmao. youre the one that brought it up
with the semester over and the debate of staying onboard or visiting her parents weighing a bit too heavily, sanne decides to spend her time at waves nightclub. skin covered in a thin layer of sweat and glitter, the sudden desire for a fruity cocktail finds sanne at the bar, attempting to get the bartender’s attention. ‘ god, am i invisible ? ’ she visibly pouts and turns to he person closest to her, dramatic written all over her face. ‘ can you see me ? just checking, because this guy is seeming to ignore me. ’
during her finals hours on ss university, vivian decided to go to waves nightclub, as if a three week trip to sin city wasn’t going to be enough partying for her. the truth was, she would do absolutely anything to forget the fact her parents lived in vegas and there was a looming reunion between vivian and them in the near future. hearing the person beside her, vivi glanced over and sighed. “you’re not being persuasive enough, babe,” they answered, tugging at her own low cut shirt to pull it down even more. vivian leaned forward on the bar, pressing her arms in the right position to show a bit of cleavage to the bartender. within a minute, he was in front of them asking for their order. “tequila soda,” vivian told him before gesturing to sanne. “what’s your drink ? it’s on me this time.” after he went off to fetch their order, vivian leaned her side on the bar and rolled her eyes. “boys are so simple.”
cass: can u pls... bring me some food sometime? i'll share, because sharing is caring. fine, you get priority this time. i'll bring u food. what do u want? sweet or savory?
cass: he might pick you.. 'cause you're prettier than me but i'd somehow brainwash him into choosing me. bribe him with weed. that's what people do to get people to love them right? beg.. ew, i wouldn't wanna watch :/
cass: it's ok i know u can't live without me.
vivi: no i wont.
vivi: but if youre lucky i may order ubereats to your hotel room in vegas on my parents' credit card.
vivi: lets just have a fucking bong circle with deany boy instead
vivi: i lived plenty of (happier) years before i knew you existed
