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[khadijha red thunder. cisfemale. she/her. ] that’s twenty-two year old zelda miralles, who’s a junior, taking up music production. around briar university, people know them to be spontaneous, but some say they’re also impulsive. when people think of pink rollerskates, heartshaped suckers, the hum of a bass guitar, they think of z. they live in off campus house #7 and their favorite place on campus is dawson student center. let’s hope they make the most out of their time here in briar university

hey kiddos, i’m sunny & this is zelda !! like this and i’ll swing into ur dms to plot .

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#ochqintro #* // ♦︎ ZELDA ( musings. )

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#mommy sorry mommy sorry mommy sorry mommy so #* // ♦︎ zelda ( visage. )

RICKY.

“𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭- i’ll confiscate the bass, and any and all things that might damage the brain.” ricky takes what he watches her do and hears her say as a cue to close his own notebook, shoving the pen into the spiral of it so it doesn’t get lost. the two of them have been having a joint practice/writing session together at his house for a few hours now, and it’s clear both of them have hit a wall with their creativity; that they’d be doing themselves both a favor by doing something else for a while. he gets up off his drummer’s throne and sets his songbook down where he’d just been sitting, then comes over to zelda. “let’s smoke?” he suggests, urging, “c’mon, we can go get something to eat after.”

SHE WHINES AT THAT; AS IF being banned from bashing her own skull in was a bad thing. “ nag nag nag, that’s all you do nowadays. ” zelda teases him, before dramatically flopping back onto the couch, hand covering her face out of genuine exhaustion. while it sucks to have writer’s block, she’s glad that she’s feeling it with her bandmate. he sounds closer than he was prior, peeking out from between two of her fingers to find him standing above her. zelda lets out a knowing sigh, removing her hand from her face: “ you always know just what to do, don’tcha ?? ” unprompted, she reaches out for his hand to pull herself up, “ you know that i love me a strawberry shake from rochelle’s whenever i get the munchies. let’s party. ”

#itsrickybitch #* // ♦︎ zelda ( SPEAKS. )

BURKE.

admittedly, burke is getting a kick out of her frustration. not in a mean way - he’s just being observational. but when they’d agreed to meet up to study, he’d kind of hoped they’d do more than study. so much so that when she finally says ‘ fuck this ‘, he sits up a little straighter. “if you’re gonna bash your brains in, you wait ‘til after i leave ‘kay?” he requests, setting his own textbook down on the side, “i don’t need a murder charge under me right now, got enough going on.”

A LAUGH ESCAPES HER AT THAT, leaning back into the couch beneath her. “ color me suddenly curious as to what’s happening in the life of burke. —don’t they have, like, the technology in criminal science to tell if something’s self-inflicted or not, anyways ?? ” zelda’s not expecting an answer, quickly adding, “ well then, babes. i’m entrusting you with pulling me out of this seventh circle of hell. got any sparkling ideas as to what we can get up to ?? ”

#burkehq #* // ♦︎ zelda ( SPEAKS. )

IVY.

studying with zelda was a lot more for ivy’s own gain than the others. listening to her strum away at a song was weirdly soothing, so when it stopped? so did ivy’s concentration. immediately blue eyes furrowed, but she was intrigued to say the least. “something fun like we’re not coming back to this or something just to get your mind off of whatever you’re doing for the next couple of hours? the choice is up to you, my dear.”

“ —I MEAN, I’LL PROBABLY COME back to this eventually. ” it’s a mixture of trying to convince ivy and herself at the same time. it’s not like she’s quitting forever. “ like.. we can do something mundane like grab drinks, or something crazy like commit a crime. literally anything to get me away from this shit, ya dig ?? ” zelda tells her as she stands from her seated position, feeling bones crack with a satisfying pop.

#* // ♦︎ zelda ( SPEAKS. )#chiirper

plots call for zelda !! like this and i will absolutely swing into ur dms.

#* // ♦︎ ETC ( ooc. )

STORM.

Storm barely even takes note of the other person in the room, too sunken into the Ipad in his one hand as the other carefully draws the necessary lines to start off with his new project. Understanding how architecture in the renaissance worked - kind of peeved him. He doesn’t get why people needed that nowadays, especially with how flawed those buildings were. Like people never heard of structural integrity. However, that’s why he almost feels a little relieved having someone distract him from this task, not that he’d admit it. “That sounds like an EXPENSIVE injury.” Though .. he wasn’t sure if he should really skip out on what he was doing.

A LIGHT LAUGH ESCAPES HER AS she leans down to pick up her notebook, “ if i’m going out, i’m going out in an expensive way. catch my drift ?? ” zelda asks, not really expecting a genuine answer. “ seriously though. let’s do something. we’ll.. get some grub. i can pick your brain for what music you’ve been listening to. or, if you’re down, we could always get some drinks or something, sug. ” she’s already packing up her things into her bag, slipping off of the couch she was lounging on to crouch over belongings.

#* // ♦︎ ZELDA ( speaks. )#vauxstxrm

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khadijha red thunder

#* // ♦︎ ZELDA ( visage. )

OPEN / @briaruniversity

A GROAN IS ELICITED FROM SOFT petals as she hunches over her bass guitar in a defeated manner. there are times where words, even for the muso herself run dry. she’s been staring at the page of chicken scratch on the the floor for a little under an hour now, much to her own dismay. the frustration is there, as uncharacteristic as it may seem. “ mm, alright, yeah, fuck this. ” zelda says it suddenly, reaching her breaking point with the bout of writer’s block. she closes the notebook without another thought with a flick of her foot, pulling the bass strap off of her shoulders, leaning it on the nearby wall. zelda looks to the other person in the room, suddenly eager to get her mind off of the dryspell, “ let’s do something. not sure what, but if i have to think of another lyric, i might have to bash my brains in with my bass. ”

#* // ♦︎ ZELDA ( starters. )#* // ♦︎ ZELDA ( speaks. )#ochqstart #ayo .... feel free to assume connections or smth #or plot with me im here either way!!