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W1LDFLCWERS .   a  dependent, private,  multimuse  blog affiliated  with wicklowridge. featuring original muses as written by alex ( twenty7 , she / her , est ) please do not interact if not affiliated with the group.

max st. james. thirty5 , actor       -> intro , study , pinterest , wanted , threads

yujin kim. thirty1 , owner & head baker of sweet haven bakery       -> intro , study , pinterest , wanted , threads

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𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› with rook , @dr1vin where: wicklow lake

❝ i know that look. ❞ had spent enough time around him to have a good sense when the wheels in his head were turning - whether it was a good idea or not was yet to be determined. she held out the dessert she'd brought with her from the food truck to him, smiling.  ❝  what are you thinking, rook? ❞

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𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› with nelly , @trvegrit where: wicklow lake

❝ i'm so glad we have such a beautiful day for the jubilee. ❞   yujin passed nelly the drink they'd ordered and took a sip of her own. the sun shown down upon them but the breeze kept the heat at bay.  ❝  remember the one year it rained unexpectedly midway through? i still don't think i've ever been that drenched. ❞   and yet yujin couldn't say the rain had spoiled the event. once umbrellas were retrieved it'd felt like any other year.

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𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› with any muse , @ir1descences where: wicklow lake @ the food trucks

❝ i think there are some new food trucks this year. i say we try those first before ordering from the classics. ❞   dark hues wandered down the row of trucks. most familiar but a few new. the additions only made choosing even more difficult, especially when yujin wished to support as many local businesses as possible. hopefully her companion would be better at making a decision than her; otherwise, she might end up trying something from each truck until her stomach was stuffed.

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𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› with emma , @ofvelvct where: wicklow lake

she set the plate of desserts down on the picnic table before sitting down across from emma. the bakery's food truck left in the safe hands of one of her employees, giving her time to enjoy the jubilee and socialize.  ❝  so, ❞   she began with a smile, resting her chin on her hands,  ❝  what's the verdict on your first wicklow jubilee? ❞

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𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› with maika , @maikcs location: wicklow lake @ the open mic

elbows resting on the table, yujin nursed her glass of lemonade. there was never a lack of fun when a mic was set up and an open invitation extended to the town - if one overlooked the occasional petty jabs some took the opportunity to make after a little too much liquid courage. she giggled when the current performer told the final joke of their comedy routine. when no one rushed to claim the mic next, she leaned closer to maika.  ❝  are you in the mood for a duet or are you going to brave the stage on your own? ❞

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𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› with any muse , @tenderlure where: wicklow lake @ the lantern wishes

the sun was low in the sky, its final rays fighting against night's arrival, casting a pink and orange glow that bled into lavender. the end of the day didn't mean the jubilee was slowing down. the bonfire had been lit and yujin could hear the first participants in the open mic, but she lingered near the other night activity. she fiddled with the piece of paper, still blank, in her hand as others tied their note to lanterns.  ❝  are you going to partake in the wishes? ❞   she asked the person beside her.

[angclmanifesto]

open  starter location:  midsummer  jubilee

He  should’ve  known  better  than  to  stand  so  close  to  the  announcer’s  booth.  One  second,  Callum  was  minding  his  own  business  with  a  paper  plate  of  lukewarm  potato  salad,  and  the  next,  his  name  was  booming  through  the  speakers  like  a  public  sentence:  “And  up  next,  for  the  Sweetheart  Dance  Contest..  the  Everwood's  own  Callum  Finch!”  The  cheers  that  followed  were  more  amused  than  enthusiastic,  but  it  was  too  late.  His  face  went  red  instantly,  the  kind  of  deep,  blotchy  blush  that  betrayed  how  many  people  were  watching.  He  froze,  completely  stunned,  then  dropped  the  plate  right  onto  the  grass  with  a  defeated  thud.  “Nope,”  he  muttered,  already  pivoting  to  make  a  quiet  escape,  but  two  older  women  —  sharp-eyed  and  suspiciously  nimble  —  blocked  his  path  with  matching  grins  and  hands  on  hips.  “You’re  not  worming  out  of  this  one,  sweetheart,”  one  of  them  said,  while  the  other  nudged  him  toward  the  dance  floor  like  he  was  livestock  at  auction.  Callum  scanned  the  crowd  for  any  sign  of  salvation  and  landed  on  the  nearest  innocent  bystander.  “I’m  so  sorry,”  he  blurted  as  he  grabbed  their  hand,  his  voice  low  and  fast,  “but  I  can’t  do  this  alone.  I’ll  either  pass  out  or  dissolve  into  dust,  and  I  really  don’t  want  that  to  be  the  story  people  remember  from  tonight.”  He  pulled  them  with  him  before  they  could  object,  gripping  their  hand  like  a  lifeline,  his  other  hand  raised  in  a  gesture  of  surrender  as  they  reached  the  edge  of  the  dance  floor.  “I  owe  you,”  he  said  breathlessly,  trying  to  laugh  through  the  horror,  “or  maybe  you  owe  me,  for  letting  you  witness  whatever  mess  I’m  about  to  make  out  here.”

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this year marked only the second jubilee in a handful of years that yujin didn't have a partner to sign up for the dancing with, but she didn't hide away from the action, finding happiness in watching couples twirl about the dance floor. an occasional giggle fell from her lips when an odd pairing was created by a meddlesome announcer or local busybody. initially, she glanced behind her when callum approached, expecting to find someone behind her. except it was her hand that was grasped. her eyes widened but yujin followed after him.  ❝  well, we can't have that. ❞   her smile was soft.  ❝  and you only owe me if you step on my feet too many times. then good luck ever getting a discount at the bakery again. ❞   what that limit was yet to be decided; words spoken more in jest than anything else. her hand gave his a small squeeze.  ❝  i doubt you'll be that bad. just focus on moving with the music. ❞

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“ oh  my  gosh  !  ”  nesrin  exclaimed  as  she  looked  at  everything  that  yujin  had  brought  with  her  .  she  had  brought  a  little  picnic  of  her  own  but  she  was  half  hoping  to  share  it  with  someone  ...  though  now  she  was  here  ,  she  couldn't  help  but  place  the  basket  down  beside  her  friends  .  “ strawberry  shortcakes?  they  might  be  my  most  favourite  dessert  .  you  know  the  way  to  a  womans  heart  .  ”  she  giggled  .  “ i  made  baklava  .  though  it's  nowhere  near  as  good  as  my  ana  but  it  would  do  the  trick  i  think  i  hope  .  ”

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a flower who's water was the happiness of others, yujin beamed brighter at nesrin and held out one of the cakes.  ❝  another thing we have in common. ❞   the cake was certainly near the top of her favorite list. there was something perfect about its sweetness and simplicity, the fruit perfectly balancing out the cream and the cake a grounding base.  ❝  i'm sure they'll be amazing! ❞   said without hesitation or doubt.  ❝  did you use a family recipe? ❞

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Where: Wicklow Lake for Midsummer Jubilee

For: Anyone

This event was a tradition. And honestly, if you weren't in attendance everyone knew. Not that Cale disliked these kinds of things, he didn't mind them actually. But just as a general rule one definitely had to attend. He had no complaints as the repetition was comfort for the male. Here he was relaxing on a picnic table with a fresh slice of watermelon. The perfect food for the summer, at least in his mind. One thing was missing though and just as those thoughts wandered in the man's brain - they were soon brought into the open air. "You know I think I may have the thing to make this perfect. I should have brought my own and soaked it beforehand but this will make do. Beggars can't be choosers." After swallowing, he gracefully slid his trusty flask out of his pocket and basically sprinkled the liquid on to the fruit. Then taking another bite- The Tequila from the flask seemingly mixing well. It was the perfect summer boozy treat. "Now, that hits the spot."

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he settled down on the bench opposite cale, having spotted the other and quickly made his way over. the small town events would hopefully be more tolerable, or at least pass faster, in pleasant company. in spite of the amount of people around, there was still a slowness to the day, max far too accustomed to the business of a film set and the hustle of hollywood, that wasn't a comforting blanket over his shoulders; his foot tapped against the ground. focused on eating the mac and cheese he'd gotten, max was only partially listening to cale until he saw the familar shape of a flask.  ❝  are you going to share any of that? this mac and cheese could do with a little booze. ❞   he shot him his best grin.

[silkear3d]

✱         closed   starter  for  everyone :   [ utp ! ]

                location : open  mic .

two   drinks   ago,   getting   up   on   that   stage   would   have   been   an   impossible   task.   now   that   søren   holmström   —   wicklow's   resident   dad,   surgeon,   and   scandinavian   —   was   sufficiently   tipsy   he   was   ready   for   anything.   there   was   some   footage,   somewhere   at   the   bottom   of   a   memory   box,   of   him   belting   out   an   ABBA   three - song   medley   at   his   wedding,   but   he   would   keep   that   safely   tucked   away   ...   alongside   his   ring   and   the   memory   of   a   love   that   wasn't   built   to   last.   “a   lot   of   scandinavians   can   sing,   you   know,”   he   wasn't   sure   where   he   was   going   with   his   point   ;   he   wasn't   one   of   them.   “björk.   a - ha.   me   and   the   lead   singer   aren't   too   different   in   age,   you   know.   you've   never   seen   me   and   morten   harket   in   the   same   room.”   when   the   starry - eyed   performer   in   front   of   them   left   the   stage,   he   moved   to   take   their   place.   “come   up   with   me.   i'll   need   somebody   to   help   with   the   high   notes.”

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max doubted he would've survived any hollywood parties if he had a weak tolerance for alcohol; his second beer near empty but only a small buzz filled his head. gaze drifted away from the performer of stage, doubtful any record producer would be calling them even if by some miracle they ended up in this town, and toward the man beside him.  ❝  can't say i have. but i feel like you've forgetting a big name. "a" something. ❞   a grin tugged at the corners of his lips before a single brow raised. max glanced at the now empty stage out of the corner of his eye.  ❝  i'm gonna need to have had at least three more drinks before you have any chance at getting me up on that stage. ❞   he quickly finished off the rest of his beer.  ❝  there's a reason i never tried being the next pop icon. ❞

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𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› ft. yujin kim where: wicklow lake @ sweet haven's food truck status: accepting replies , currently no cap

events that brought the entire town together never failed to bring an unshakeable smile to yujin's visage. the fact that she could share her pastries, cakes, and other desserts with everyone only made it brighter. the white and pastel pink truck adorned with a few cherry blossoms certainly stood out in the line, a beacon to all looking for something sweet. noticing someone lingering at the menu, yujin leaned out the window slightly. maybe she had added too many choices . . . hardly the first time.  ❝  the strawberry short cakes are my favorite but the lemon tarts are good if you don't want something super sweet. ❞   she gestured to each and then toward the array of various the cupcakes,  ❝  but if you're craving chocolate, then i recommend the chocolate caramel cupcakes. ❞

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JONATHAN BAILEY as FIYERO — WICKED (2024) dir. Jon M. Chu

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“Im too pretty for this” is a very valid excuse actually

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★  ‧₊˚  ⋆  oh that ? might be maximus "max" st. james a thirty-five year old actor who’s been hanging around wicklow ridge for one month  ,  just  long  enough  to  stir  up  some  trouble  if  you  ask  me.  they’re  a  regular  at  the stag's  rest  ,  always  going  on  about “a boring life is no life at all”  like  it’s  gospel.  around  town  ,  folks  say  they’re charismatic  +  driven  —  but  when  they  think  no  one’s  listening ?  it’s  more  like  egocentric  +  hotheaded.  are  the  rumors  true  ?  maybe  not  …  but  it  sure  makes  life  around  here  a  little  more  interesting. 

basics.

full name: maximus st. james. goes by: max. age: thirty5. date of birth: april 6th. zodiac: aries. gender: cis man. pronouns: he / him. orientation: biromantic , bisexual. birthplace: new york city , new york. occupation: actor. education: attended community college , graduating with an associates degree in sales & marketing. spoken languages: english , conversational in spanish and italian. parents: caleb st. james , father. rebecca st. james , mother siblings: an older half-brother, christopher st. james, and a younger sister, amelia st. james. pets: a three year old australian shepherd mix named indy ( after indiana jones ).

personality.

positive: charismatic ,  driven ,  flirtatious , clever ,  dauntless , forthright. negative: egocentric ,  hotheaded ,  obstinate , impetuous , careless , impatient. moral alignment: chaotic neutral. temperament: choleric. mbti: estp - the entrepreneur. enneagram: 8w7 , the nonconformist. hobbies: basketball , boxing , rock climbing , partying , watching movies.

backstory.

caleb st. james welcomed his first child with his second wife before both signatures were written on the divorce pages ending his first marriage. not that it made any difference. the papers, at that point, were only a formality. max could count on both hands the number of times he'd met his half-brother's mother. his father's job as a ceo of a medium-sized hotel chain meant that the family lived very comfortably. max and his siblings were sent to top, private schools - a decision his father would later lament was wasted on max who had little interest in his studies. he went to school and counted down the minutes until it was time for basketball practice.

the unspoken expectation in the st. james household was that the children would work at the family business after college. max's older brother would one day inherit the company but max and his sister would have their own places in the moderate empire. only max wasn't interested. he didn't even want to go to college. ever since he'd watched his first action movie, he'd wanted to be like the hero saving the world. his parents didn't approve but eventually a compromise was struck: he could go to los angeles to pursue acting if he got an associates degree first, and if acting didn't work out, he'd return home and work at his father's company. max wasn't thrilled but he agreed and managed to land a few very minor roles while at college before setting off for california when he was twenty.

the first few years were rough. he landed small and supporting roles, enough to get by and show that he had potential, but nothing that made him stand out. he refused to give up. he went to more auditions, more acting classes. but those years weren't only filled with hardships.

he was twenty-five when he met the person who'd become his fiancee, and max swore they was the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. they fell in love fast. everyone else in the room vanished when he saw them and seeing a future with them was easy. in his eyes, it was inevitable. there was no second thoughts when he bought the engagement ring or when he got down on one knee to propose.

and then he was cast in his first lead role for a film that had buzz to be an award contender. the film was a massive success, propelling max's name into the spotlight and even securing him a few award nominations and wins. suddenly, all eyes were on him. more opportunities rolled in. it meant that the wedding had to be pushed back but the couple agreed it was fine; they had plenty of time. some people on his team recommended he focus on the more serious, dramatic roles, and he did act in a handful of those, but when the chance to lead a new action film series arose, he prioritized it over other projects. being an action movie star had always been the dream.

with each success, max flew higher and higher. he embraced life in the spotlight, building up a reputation for himself as a charming rogue. the tabloids loved him. he couldn't go out to a party without the paparazzi snapping a few pictures. it didn't stop him from living how he wanted to. the press could write whatever headline they thought would get them the most attention; he didn't care when he knew they were false and didn't see why anyone who mattered should care either. fame was addicting, blinding. it blinded max to the fact that selene, the most important person in his life, wasn't as happy as he was.

the cracks had grown over time. headlines calling the relationship and max's faithfulness into question. articles speculating if his relationship with his latest co-star was solely platonic. all false. only max was too wrapped up in himself and his career to notice that his reassures were falling short. and then they were gone. max felt completely blindsided. he almost tried calling them but instead silence descended and didn't break. sometimes, during the rare moments he let himself think back to the relationship, max wished he'd called.

max buried his hurt, his heartbreak. his career and living his life to the fullest. he partied harder, drank more, and cared even less about getting into trouble. his temper, previously kept entirely off set unless something bad happened, flared up more even when he was working. and now single, he bounced from relationship to relationship. a few lasted longer than others but they were all ultimately flings, max laughing off any questions about a serious relationship.

initially, his antics didn't harm his career. he was still landing big roles and being praised by critics for his performances. for the most part, his temper didn't appear on set but eventually there was one too many scandals. directors became more hesitant to work with him due to the possibility of scandal damaging their film. it also happened that max was up for a few big roles, one with an oscar winning director, and so his manager put his foot down, making it clear that if he didn't get his act together then his career was going to be over. not trusting him to behave in los angeles, his manager decided he would spend a few months out of the spotlight in wicklow ridge. max loathed the idea. he didn't want to give up the life he'd grown accustomed to and live in some town in the middle of seemingly nowhere. but after a lengthy argument, he relented. he spent the first month getting accustomed to the town and counting down the days until he could fly back home.

headcanons.

max is a huge adrenaline junkie prone to throwing caution to the wind without a thought. he does not think then act; he simply acts.

much to the chagrin of his manager, max performs all his own stunts in movies no matter how dangerous. he has broken two ribs from a stunt once and gotten many bruises but it hasn't dissuaded him.

doesn't have a bad relationship with his family but sometimes weeks go by without him talking to them.

the first purchase he made after landing his first lead role was a black and red yamaha motorcycle, which he still has to this day.

forgive and forget? no. resent and remember.

do not ever leave him in a kitchen unsupervised. he's utterly hopeless at cooking, burning or messing up even the most basic foods, and has started a fire on a few occasions.

his relationship with his former fiancee was his only serious relationship and the only time max has been in love. he has had a handful of "significant others" in the five years since they broke up, and gone on even more dates, but the majority of them were all pr stunts. the few that weren't, he never had long lasting feelings for and never love.

currently staying at hollow rock inn in the most expensive room they offer.

he has always been a big movie nerd. he loves action movies but definitely has a soft spot for the classics, sci-fi films, and thrillers. will happily spend hours talking about film and is an expert at movie trivia.

the absolute life of the party! he dives headfirst into the crowd and will dance for hours if the music is good. is known to throw killer parties as well but he hasn't hosted one in wicklow yet - honestly doesn't think most of the people in town know how to party hard enough for a hollywood party.

max thrived when on promotional tours or when giving interviews due to his charm and him actually enjoying talking to people. a fair amount of clips from his various interviews have gone viral for his humorous comments.

seemingly has a very high tolerance for alcohol . . . except for the fact that it hits him extremely hard the next morning. max gets very grumpy and whiny when hungover - or when he's not feeling well in general.

about three years ago, he had a very big falling out with a fellow actor that he was once friendly with. they were both auditioning for the same part, which max ended up getting, and the other actor claimed that max had sabotaged him ( and maybe he did . . . ). the media loved the drama. teh fans picked sides.

actually really hard working and persistent when he wants something. he does not believe in giving up until he succeeds or gets his way.

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