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Synopsis: After a generation of rebels is lost following a failed attack on the palace, Jia Li, daughter of one of the rebels who's disappeared, decides a new generation needs to step up. She employs the help of Prince Fernando Astley, the ambitious heir to the throne, who has long believed that his uncle, their current king, is getting too power-hungry. Jia and Fernando put together a small team of students from the academy, and vow to end King Derrick's reign.
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Characters
Jia Li
Age: 21
Gender: transfemme she/her
Jia is the daughter of one of the rebels who disappeared following the attack on the palace. With her mother gone, Jia asks herself what it is she really believes in—and realises that she believes everything her mother told her, in her own right, and that she wants to follow in her footsteps. Jia is outgoing and friendly, a little awkward, but passionate in what she believes in.
Fernando Astley
Age: 21
Gender: transmasc he/him
One of the three princes, and the nephew of the childless king, Fernando has been chosen to be next in line for the throne above his brothers. Fernando believes in a much fairer world that King Derrick, and once Jia comes to ask him for help in the rebellion, Fernando vows to dedicate his time to getting his uncle off the throne and replacing him, so that he can improve the kingdom. Fernando is serious and focused, but has crippling mental health problems that can get bad in times of stress.
Phoenix Nelson
Age: 22
Gender: he/him
Phoenix is Jia's best friend, and a hacker prodigy. Being all but forced into working for the Ultra government after he graduates, Phoenix is strictly against the monarchy. His brother Avery went missing years ago after dropping out of the Academy, and Phoenix still holds onto the anger of his disappearance. Phoenix is reliable and thoughtful, sensitive but very defensive.
Everado Astley
Age: 21
Gender: he/him
One of Fernando’s two twin brothers, Everado doesn’t like being a part of the royal family, and plans to relinquish his title once he's graduated from the Academy. He's also close friends with Jia and Phoenix, but keeps secrets of his own.
Valentino Astley
Age: 21
Gender: he/him
Valentino is the Fernando’s other twin brother, and he's the outlier in the family. Unlike the other two, who care for social justice, Valentino would rather indulge himself in the wealth that's been offered to him. He doesn’t like to work, and he hates politics. He's in love with Jia, but can't understand her desire to focus on bad things in life, because he's never experienced any strife.
Rosa Kershaw
Age: 19
Gender: she/her
Rosa has been brought up by a rich family, who are strict on her, and determined to raise their children to be successful. Rosa, however, is always falling under the shadow of her older brother, despite the fact that she works so hard for approval. She believes in the monarchy and the way that their society is kind on the rich and cruel to the poor—until she's convinced differently, and pushed to look outside her own privilege.
Julian Kershaw
Age: 21
Gender: he/him
Julian is Rosa's older brother, Fernando’s childhood best friend, and currently Fernando’s boyfriend. Julian was scouted to be the next king's bodyguard and second-in-hand, and so has spent his life dedicated to his studies, and to working alongside Fernando one day. Julian's main priority in the story is keeping Fernando safe, but he doesn’t agree with the plan to get rid of Derrick. Fernando confides in him, and tells Julian what he's planning, but Julian doesn’t offer to help, he just stays quiet.
Hisoka Genji
Age: 26
Gender: he/him
The main suspect in the search to find the mastermind and the mole in the recent rebel attacks, Hisoka is a 26-year-old genius who grew up with a very wealthy family, and started working for the prince's father, and the king's brother, once he left the Academy. Hisoka is the source of many of Fernando’s questions—was Hisoka responsible, and if so will he help them? However, the evidence against Hisoka is mainly just rumours, and Hisoka claims that the only reason he's being suspected is because the king doesn't like him.
Years ago, my grandson was a part of a revolution. A revolution against my way of life; in many ways, against me, and the rest of the family.
The revolution failed. He now resides within the ultra luxury he sought to destroy alongside the rest of our family. Of course, he is a disappointment. Of course he hates us. We do not let him make us food or drink if we care to live. I am sure he will be the death of me. Rat poison in my coffee. I'll die as we sit on the sofa together watching a movie, my face turning blue, and he will do nothing to help.
Here's a scene of Dante going back to get some of his stuff from his childhood bedroom and brooding about it, as one does.
Dante hated being back in his childhood home. As long as he could remember, unless he was fighting with his mother, it was as quiet as a mausoleum and looked like one too with the dark walls and stone tile floor.
His room was as he left it, the day after high school graduation, to move in with Patrick. The bust of Ceasar still sat judgemental on his dresser, a replica of Van Gogh's Starry Night Over the Rhône hung above his bed, the one thing he'd asked for on his 8th birthday, and a stack of Shakespeare's plays sat on his nightstand as he'd left them.
The painting was what he was staring at now, while lounging sideways across his bed, which was king-sized and had been since he was out of his crib. It had felt too large as a child, like he'd been adrift in an ocean alone, but now it felt small. The room was small and suffocating him and he needed to finish getting his things, but he couldn't stop staring at the reflections of lights in the water.
OPEN TAG bc I lost my game tag list at the moment lol
Collab partners @addisons-damn-dialogue and @written-in-gold
❤️ RED HEART — what is/are your love language(s)? how do you use it/them to communicate your feelings about others?
💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — is there something or someone you find yourself thinking about more often than other things? if so, why do you think you do this?
For Rob please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺?
Thanks for the ask! Answers are written from Rob's perspective.
❤️ — That's a difficult question for me to answer. I'm not good at showing those kinds of things. I would say that maybe my love language is acts of service, because I do do that a lot. Physical touch, also possible, I like cuddling a lot. So I suppose I do show my love pretty clearly but in my experience people have difficulty believing that I'm actually feeling anything rather than just going through the motions.
💭 (before the book) — I don't really think about other people all that much. When I'm dating, I guess it's the person I'm dating, but that never lasts that long. I don’t have any real close friends either.
💭 (during the book) — I think about Juliet the most, for sure. I don’t know why. I really care about her. I have trouble psychoanalysing myself but I think about her a lot, I care about what she's doing and who she's with when I'm not there. I'm a bit possessive. My therapist told me I should put a lid on that. I'm not in love with her, though, because I'm gay. I just card about her.
Hiiii this is about Juliet. She seems neat. Give me these for her !
❤️🔥 HEART ON FIRE — what angers you the most? what triggers this anger, and how do you cope with it? what does this anger feel like, if you had to describe it?
💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — who and/or what are you most grateful for in your life?
☀️ SUN — would you describe yourself as more of an introvert or extrovert, or are you somewhere in between? how come?
:D
Thanks for the ask! 😁 The answers are all written from Juliet’s perspective.
❤️🔥 — I'd like to say I'm not angry very often but that wouldn't be true, I do have quite a temper sometimes! Usually it shows itself to the people that I'm dating because emotions are high in those cases. I've been brokenhearted a lot and it pisses me off. As for coping with it, I don't think I cope very well with my anger. I tend to shout to make myself heard, I can be petty, I pester whoever I'm angry with rather than just leaving it alone. I'm trying to improve. I don’t like being angry.
💞 — My best friend Kate, definitely! She's always there when I need her, she's so understanding. She listens to me talk about stupid things way more than she needs to—all my exes—and I'm really grateful to her for that. I try to give back but she hates talking about herself. She dodges any question I ask. I wish she'd let me be a better friend to her.
☀️ — An extrovert, I would say? I like being with people, I like having somebody around to talk to but I'm not like super loud or anything, I don't like public speaking. Being alone is nice sometimes. I suppose you could say I'm in between.
send an emoji/series of emojis for my muse to answer any of the following questions in character! for some questions, there are fields italicized and bolded for you to fill in with the name of a person/place/event/etc in the muse's life. please remember to fill in these spaces in order for the question to make sense! each emoji is described in case you can't see them, and they are listed alphabetically. ♡
✈️ AIRPLANE — have you traveled anywhere that helped you discover something about yourself and/or about the world?
😠 ANGRY FACE — how easy or difficult is it for you to express your emotions? if you find it difficult, what do you think is holding you back?
🎨 ARTIST PALETTE — what are some hobbies that you like to partake in? do you think they're just to pass time or to distract yourself, or do you believe some of them potentially have therapeutic outcomes for you?
🎈 BALLOON — what is something you've created and/or accomplished recently that you're proud of?
🖤 BLACK HEART — what would you say is the darkest thought you've ever experienced? what do you think caused you to have that thought? have you ever planned on or fantasized about acting on it?
🏹 BOW AND ARROW — if there's something from your past that you'd give anything to go back in time and redo, what is it?
💔 BROKEN HEART — is there anyone in your life you wish you had a better relationship with? if so, how come? what makes this person important to you?
🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your favorite holiday and why?
🌙 CRESCENT MOON — what would you say is your current biggest dream and/or career aspiration and why?
❌ CROSS MARK — how would your life be different if [name of person] had never been in it? would it be better or worse?
⚔️ CROSSED SWORDS — do you have any skills that you are absolutely grateful you have and that mean a lot to you? how do you usually use these skills? would they come in handy if someone you cared about was in trouble?
🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?
🗡️ DAGGER — what is something or someone you know you can't afford to lose? how far are you willing to go to make sure you don't lose it/them?
💧 DROPLET — are you grieving something or someone? do you feel like you lost something or a part of yourself with it/them?
😶🌫️ FACE IN CLOUDS — is there something you're hiding from the people you love? if so, how urgent is it for them to hear it? what's holding you back from sharing it?
🍂 FALLEN LEAVES — how would you metaphorically describe your life and the journey(s) you've been on?
👻 GHOST — is there someone or something that you feel is missing from your life? do you know if there's any way to find it/them?
🩶 GRAY HEART — what kind of friend do your friends consider you to be (mom friend, uncle friend, funny friend, etc) and why? what do you think this says about your personality?
🤝 HANDSHAKE — do family or platonic relationships mean more to you? or do they mean different things to you?
❤️🔥 HEART ON FIRE — what angers you the most? what triggers this anger, and how do you cope with it? what does this anger feel like, if you had to describe it?
💋 KISS MARK — if you had to share a romantic kiss with a loved one, where would you share that kiss and why? are you thinking about giving this romantic kiss somewhere other than the other person's lips?
✝️ LATIN CROSS — are you a religious person? did you grow up religious? does your faith mean anything to you today?
🩵 LIGHT BLUE HEART — what do you fantasize about the most often (generally/sexually/etc)? are there any people that are significant to or that you can see in this fantasy and why?
⚡️ LIGHTNING BOLT — how has [significant event in muse's life] impacted you? what has it made you realize about yourself? about others? about the world?
💄 LIPSTICK — have you had any romantic or sexual experiences that made you realize something about yourself?
🪄 MAGIC WAND — would you describe yourself as a superstitious person (someone who believes in superstitions)? do you believe in luck?
❤️🩹 MENDING HEART — how strongly do you experience your emotions? does it depend on who you're interacting with and/or the context of the situation?
🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what song lyrics do you think most accurately describe you? your journey through life? who you are as a person?
🫂 PEOPLE HUGGING — generally speaking, do you feel very supported by the people in your life? how strong and cohesive is your support system, if you have one? do you often feel like you're at the front of the line or pushed to the side by the people in your life?
❤️ RED HEART — what is/are your love language(s)? how do you use it/them to communicate your feelings about others?
💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — who and/or what are you most grateful for in your life?
🎀 RIBBON BOW — how confident are you with your physical appearance? is there anything about it that you are insecure about? is there anything about it that you are happy about or gives you confidence? how do you think people perceive you based on your physical appearance?
🧪 TEST TUBE — if you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what is one thing you absolutely have to resolve and/or do before then?
🤔 THINKING FACE — what three emotions tend to dominate your mindset? do you know why they do?
💭 THOUGHT BALLOON — is there something or someone you find yourself thinking about more often than other things? if so, why do you think you do this?
💀 SKULL — how has [name of person] 's death influenced your outlook on life, if anything?
☀️ SUN — would you describe yourself as more of an introvert or extrovert, or are you somewhere in between? how come?
🪽 WING — if you could choose to have one superpower for a day, what would it be and why? what would you do with it?
✍️ WRITING HAND — what is one thing you wish you were better at? this can be a tactical skill, social skill, hobby, etc.
"God and I have an understanding. I fuck men and he averts his eyes. In exchange, I don't blame him for all that's wrong with me. Both I and his ego get stroked off, and I've yet to hear a complaint from either side."
Dante took a sip of his mimosa to hide a grin, set it down, crossed his legs, and felt grateful for years of acting lessons that made it easy to mask that he was furious enough to consider throwing the rest of the cocktail at the person across the table.
"Honestly, Dante, we're in public."
"So I'd suggest you consider how much is too much to know before you make inquiries as to what I do on my own time, mother."
Bianca didn't react much except for a small, humorless laugh under her breath, which she followed with a sip of her gin and tonic. Dante thought that was an improper drink choice for brunch, but he'd kept that to himself. Unlike Bianca and her meddling with his life.
Dante was starting to become aware of how much he'd always felt like an accessory of his mother's, like one of her many black purses with gold accents that all looked the same. Dante knew he wasn't a purse; he was a scarf, a bold one, probably of a floral persuasion, and she didn't always want to wear him.
Katherine, his therapist, had suggested that he'd never properly attached to his mother at a young age, due to being raised mainly by his nanny, and that he'd been trying to ever since.
Despite the lack of evidence to the contrary, Dante remained certain that Bianca would eventually come around.
Katherine also said that since he'd never properly attached, he'd never gotten to naturally detach either. At which point in the session, Dante had swatted the bowl of fake fruit off the accent table in Katherine's office, then chided her for having a plastic bowl and not a ceramic one. After cooling off, Dante was not proud that he'd brought up how much he paid her per session and that he was reasonable in expecting a certain standard of decor, but he did later send her an edible arrangement and an apology note. To which he'd attached a gift certificate to his favorite home goods store in what he hoped was a noticeable hint.
In any case, Katherine thought Dante had attachment issues.
I'd Pay Anything for the Courage to Say That I Love You
A scene of Juliet and Rob from my new WIP, Betrayal of the Directorate. Their relationship is entirely platonic but turning out to be a really important relationship in this WIP ♡ anyway this is in Rob’s P.O.V., which I really write but I had fun. It's pretty short!
Word Count: 495
CW: Nothing really?
I realise, when we’re sitting by the lake, and Juliet is telling me about one of her many high school romances, that we are exactly the same. Before I went to prison, all I wanted was a romantic love. I thought that it would solve all my problems if I had a boyfriend who cared about me. Juliet is exactly the same.
“You judging me?” Juliet asks, turning her head to look at me. She’s sat with her legs curled beneath herself on the grass, propped up on her hand. I have my legs bent, my elbows resting on them. “For caring so much about my exes?”
It occurs to me that we look related. The same bright blonde curls, the same blue eyes. I suppose I am beginning to care for her as though she is my blood. I have never been able to love outside my family.
“No,” I answer, watching the lake. We’re lucky we found this water source. “I was just the same.”
Juliet smiles sympathetically, rests her head on my shoulder. If she left me, I don’t know what I’d do. I wouldn’t like to find out. I want her to be around forever. Juliet, her friendship, is the love I was missing all that time.
The poison of possessiveness runs through me. I close my eyes to try and stop it from surfacing. My therapist would tell me that it’s a bad emotion, that I can never own the people around me no matter how much I want to.
“It feels pathetic, doesn’t it?” Juliet asks, softly scoffing at herself. “Begging for somebody to love you who just doesn’t. It made me feel pathetic. It’s so hard for me to stop myself from running to Kate now and begging her. I know she loves me, in a friend way, but...”
It’s difficult for me to stop myself from begging Juliet.
“Nobody ever loved me,” I say, softly. It’s difficult for me to be this honest. “I never had friends who did, never had a boyfriend who did. Other than my family, I’ve always been... unloved.”
Juliet touches my shoulder, and opens her mouth as though to say something. Then she hesitates and stops and looks sad. She’s quiet before she finally speaks.
“Is that why you did what you did?”
I run through it in my mind. Maybe it is. I’m not an expert on myself, ironically. It’s hard when you think nobody loves you but the people who absolutely have to. It made me feel small. But I never gave anybody a chance to love me.
“I don’t know,” I say honestly, and Juliet frowns. “Maybe.”
“You’re not unloved,” Juliet says, kissing my cheek, resting her head on my shoulder again. We shift until my arm is around her shoulders, hers around my stomach, and we lie back on the grass.
I should be dead. I should be serving a sentence. How did I manage to get here?
Would like to share moodboards for four characters I created for an apocalypse WIP I'm quietly working on 🥺
Two years ago, the world went into hiding when it was announced a zombie-like outbreak was attacking the world. Now, two years later, a rogue reporter announced live on TV that the world is being lied to. There are barely any zombies alive anymore and nothing to be afraid of. In the wake of this news, the world riots.
This WIP has been in my head a long time (and Juliet especially has been in my mind a reallyyyy long time) and I'm just now beginning to really work on it! Right now I'm keeping a lot of details to myself to try and secure them, but have this excerpt of Juliet and Kate because I'm as obsessed with them as they are with each other:
“OK,” Kate says, linking her arm with mine, as we walk slowly through the streets with our knees slightly bent, glancing around to check there really aren’t any zombies. She has a knife (she’s intense) and I have a baseball bat. It reminds me of that time in our senior year of high school when we won at paintball. “No zombies so far.”
“Zilch,” I agree, still looking around slowly. Why we’re acting like such clowns is anybody’s guess considering this is a really serious situation. “What a weird thing for the government to lie about.”
Casimiro didn’t stop praying to God or talking to his father, despite their failures to help him. He would sit in church and wonder why God stands by and watches as his uncle hit him, if God really loves him so very much. Why only me? Casimiro would wonder. His classmates didn’t seem to suffer such humiliation and pain. Had he done something wrong? Was God punishing him for the death of his mother, for stealing her breath?
His uncle was cruel and merciless. It was as though he was trying to sculpt the perfect child, but no matter how talented Casimiro was at everything he attempted, he was still too soft and cried too easy. Too sensitive. He would pray some more. God, give me the strength to be stronger so that my uncle will love me. He never got stronger.
By @jezifster, @addisons-damn-dialogue, and @written-in-gold
♤ Genre: Comedy/contemporary/crime
♤ Themes: Religious guilt, secrets, lust for fame, the relationships between men
♤ POV: Follows all six main characters in third person, both their present and their past
♤ Books: Two are planned right now
♤ Content Warning: Sexual content, drugs, alcohol, violence, murder, references to abuse, strong religious themes
♤ Status: Early stages of drafting
SYPNOPSIS
Six roommates in LA work together on a project that all goes horrendously wrong when one of the directors of their project is murdered, reminding each of them of their dark pasts. As secrets are uncovered and feelings are revealed, they get deeper and deeper into trouble—and one of them has to take the fall.
Characters
William Tallintire—Will's temper was always his worst quality. Usually fuelled by his ego, he always wants to be right, and when he's angry enough, he'll fight a person over it. While this was always an issue for him, it was never too bad until he got arrested over a fight that got particularly nasty. Now, four years later, he's out of prison and finished stage school, and invited five men to come live with him in LA. His roommates become central to his life, and he tries to look after them—ignoring entirely that he needs to be looked after, too.
Dante Luciano—Dante always had trouble making friends. It wasn't easy growing up gay, catholic and prone to emotional outbursts. His only solaces were his dreams of acting and his long time boyfriend and fiancé, but when the engagement is broken off, Dante finds himself spiraling. He didn't expect his new roommates to become his actual friends, nor did he expect to fall in love with one of them, but he soon realizes how much he's come to rely on them when things get even darker.
Grey Cross—Grey struggles with a secret that he's been made to hide, constantly scared that one day, somebody will find out the truth about what he's done. Working as a model, Grey struggles to make ends meet despite having rich relatives after leaving New York, and barely has time to focus on his real dream of becoming a playwright. To make matters more difficult, one of his new roommates is Dante, an actor he fancied at their academy—and with their close proximity, Grey’s feelings become more real.
Reese Sanchez—Reese is used to being the funny one. Even during his short prison stint, he'd managed to keep his spirits up. But working as a stuntman would be more fun if he didn't miss his ex and their daughter so much. Finding it easy to accept others but hard to accept himself, he buries the darkness deep under a cover of dirty jokes and cheesy puns. He's used to being the dad friend, but when it's his turn to cry himself to sleep, he doesn't know where to turn.
Jiro Abiko—Moving out of his family home after an argument got particularly nasty, Jiro joins five other men in a house in LA to try and move on from his regrettable past. Longing to be a rock singer, he is always performing gigs in bars and clubs, and makes good friends with his roommates. Despite how much he cares about them, they only serve to make his life more complicated.
Freddie Webb—Freddie has always been a quiet boy. A good boy. A strange boy. Growing up mostly in foster care, he got adopted by his long-term foster parents when he was fifteen, but he still struggled a lot getting attached to them, or to anyone at all, although he knew in some distant part of his mind he loved them. He lives only to write scripts and spends most of his time slaving over them, ambitious almost to a fault. Stuck with five noisy roommates in the house he's at his wits' end, although even there he's been assigned nothing but merely "the quiet one".
Side Characters
Reagan Barlowe—The girl next door, Reagan is one of the directors of a project that the six men next door do that leads to her co-director getting murdered, pulling her into the middle of the drama, and turning the beginning of her career into a crime scene.
Mina Jackson—Mina did everything the way she was supposed to. She's even balancing an acting career with single motherhood. But she's tired of trying so hard in a world where powerful men hand out scraps of success like it's theirs to give. She's tired of being held back and overlooked. And she's really, really tired of having to be twice as nice as her white male coworkers to get half as far. Maybe it's time to drop to act and let them know what she really thinks about their world.
♤ One of us (the three tagged creators) might reblog this later and add on the extensive background characters! If you're interested in this WIP, let one of us now and we'll add you to the tag list <3
This is just a funny little thing I wrote of Five Twinks in a Honda, taking liberty with some of @jezifster and @addisons-damn-dialogue characters 😭 I hope I didn't demolish your characters guys but I wrote this in Grey’s P.O.V. so we're gonna be seeing them through his lens anyway. They have groceries. Also none of them are dating even if it seems like they are 💀 they're just stupid.
Tag List: @jezifster and @addisons-damn-dialogue ig lmaooo tagged you twice
Trigger Warnings: Smoking, swearing, there might be a sex reference I can't remember
It’s like Christmas but worse, Grey thinks, as he leans on the doorway to the kitchen and surveys everybody crowded around the shopping bags from Will’s fortnightly “big shop” to check that there’s nothing important missing. It’s just a series of men yelling about deodorant and ketchup.
When Grey moved in here, he knew it would be chaotic sharing this place with five other struggling artists but nothing quite prepares you for moments like this. It’s bizarre. Grey finds himself just staring at them all, completely blank.
“You know, I do listen to you all when you tell me what to buy,” Will says in an injured tone, as the other four attack the bags like wild hyenas. “How often do I forget something?”
“You’ve forgotten... you’ve forgotten my oat milk, William!” Dante yells, hysterically looking through each bag as if it might suddenly appear.
“Oh. Well, I suppose this is one of those rare times,” Will says, beginning to make himself a cup of tea. He’s British and drinks a lot of tea. Grey is partial to a hot chocolate but with skimmed milk so his agent doesn’t kill him.
“You are useless, William!” Dante cries. Grey thinks it’s fair to be upset. That was a pretty crucial item on the grocery list. “Next time Grey and I are getting DoorDash. To Hell with you and your subpar grocery shopping.”
“Man, you remembered the batteries I asked for!” Reese says, delighted, pulling out a bag of batteries for whatever reason. He grins and high-fives Will, who looks pleased with himself again.
“You remembered batteries and forgot oat milk?” Dante says, sounding even more upset than before.
“You got my candles!” Jiro says, pulling out some candles from beneath the small amount of vegetables they only got at Dante’s request. “You’re the best, Will.”
“I also wanted candles, Jiro. Grey is going to read to me by candlelight this evening,” Dante says bossily, holding out his hand expectantly.
“We are?” Grey asks, grinning, straightening up a little. He reads to Dante a lot anyway, just for fun and so they can discuss the book in question, but candlelight makes it so much better. “I love candles.”
“No, they’re mine,” Jiro answers. “Will should have got more than this.”
“I did! They’re in the bag,” Will says, still making his tea.
“Damn, they’re stupid, huh?” Reese says, going to stand next to Will, lighting a cigarette. “Wanna share a cigarette? You look fine as fuck when you smoke, no homo.”
“Guys, is anybody actually going to help put these groceries away rather than just pushing them aside in search for your favourite item?” Freddie asks, who’s been quietly trying in vain to put the groceries away with absolutely no help.
“No, Frederick, we’re a little busy,” Dante answers. He finds another pack of candles and looks delighted, showed them to Grey. “Look, sweetheart, candles!”
“Yeah, I didn’t steal them all, shocker,” Jiro says, now stood in the corner of the room, inspecting his white-painted nails.
“We should really help Freddie with the groceries,” Will says, taking a drag of Reese’s cigarette. Nobody makes a move to help. Dante is still looking through the items as though he’s expecting a surprise.
“Man, we suck,” Reese says, laughing, nudging Freddie lightly, who looks like he wants to kill him. Freddie is blatantly jealous of Reese’s close friendship with Will; Grey has noticed. “Sorry, little buddy.”
“Speak for yourself. I just didn’t want to get in the middle of you all obsessing over the bags,” Grey says. He thinks he’s quite justified in standing over by the door.
“Yes, stay away from this bunch of ogres, Grey,” Dante agrees, clearly still indignant about his oat milk, glaring at Will, who’s flips him the finger immaturely.
“DoorDash gang thinks they’re better than we are,” Reese comments, as Will passes the cigarette back to actually start helping with the groceries. Dante comes to stand by Grey.
“That’s because we are,” Dante answers, and Grey smiles. He doesn’t think he’s better than the others, he just likes being in a duo with Dante.
“Let’s all admire Will putting away the groceries. Doesn’t it look so sexy when he does it,” Jiro says, with amused sarcasm, although he is actually watching Will.
“Would look better if it was you, mate,” Will says, turning to wink at Jiro. Reese makes some kind of obscene gesture and Will goes, “I’m too sober for that shit, Reese.”
“Sluts,” Dante murmurs softly to Grey, who leans into him as though to hear him better, when in reality Grey just wants to be closer to him. “They should really just start humping each others legs, absolutely no sophistication.”
“They should read together by candlelight first to establish romance, then fuck after,” Grey suggests. Hint hint, Dante.
“Yes absolutely. That would be far better than whatever animalistic nonsense it is that they’re doing,” Dante agrees. Grey sighs inwardly. He should stop expecting Dante to take the hint; Dante doesn’t do hints. He’s completely direct.
“You know, we don’t really need you all hanging out in here, Will and I can do the groceries ourselves,” Freddie says, in his usual friendly, unassuming manner.
“Good for you guys. We’ll leave then,” Jiro says, moving immediately to leave the room. Jiro is always just by himself texting his friend Amy (who they’ve never met) and working on his music career. Otherwise, he’s hanging out with Will and Reese.
“Yes. We have no desire to linger and watch you two. I’m going to my room. I will see you later, darling, you look so radiant,” Dante says, kissing Grey’s hand with some theatrics and sweeping off. Grey doesn’t know why he does that, because Grey is only going to go upstairs and knock on his door in a minute and ask to hang out with him now. Dante always seems to expect nobody to want to be with him.
“I’m not leaving, I’m gonna stay and finish this cigarette, thanks, Fred,” Reese says. Nobody calls Freddie that. “You want some more of it, Will? It’s sort of sexier to share it.”
Grey rolls his eyes dramatically—they both want to have Will in the long grass and Grey has no desire to watch it—and turns away to go upstairs and pathetically knock on Dante’s door like he has nothing better to do. He does, he has plenty of friends and things but he’d rather be with Dante. Grey can’t believe how clingy he’s getting.
"No one will ever love you if you act like this."
At the time, he'd believed his mother's words to be hyperbole, frustration, because he'd climbed the dinner table to pull the chandelier down. The crystal had scattered like water droplets on glass. He'd always thought she was wrong, that someone would love him for his passion and not in spite of it.
Now he thought that she might have been right.
The tears were ruining his makeup and he knew it, but then again, he'd always been a pretty crier.
@addisons-damn-dialogue and @written-in-gold collab taglist
Okay I have a new princess babygirl from a collab I'm doing with @addisons-damn-dialogue and @written-in-gold and name is Dante Sebastian Andrea Luciano. He's gay, Italian, autistic, bipolar, catholic, a scorpio, and an actor and did not have friends in high school but anyway here's some of his quotes bc that's honestly the best way to explain what he's like:
Dante Luciano
"Bless me father, for I have sinned. It's been four days since my last confession-" "-I've been having impure thoughts of a hateful or sexual nature, occasionally both concerning the same subject. Is that worse, to entertain both simultaneously?"
"I am a faggot, and I'll talk however I damn well please. If I'm hard to understand, might I suggest you look up what a thesaurus is in the dictionary and go from there? I may have a middle school vocabulary workbook from years ago, if you'd like me to walk you through it."
"To hell with it, Patrick, this is not oat milk! Every time you forget! Milk desecrates my skin, you know this!"
"Clear your schedules, today we are going to see god."
"Only pirates and murderers bury things. I'm neither."
"I don't know why no one likes me! I'm brilliant and talented and the best looking person at school. They're all just lowbrow cretins. I could kill them all!"
"I'm well-versed in being hated, and I've never believed in dumbing myself down or straightening myself out, and it would take someone far more consequential and significant than you to incline me to do so."
"I always thought I'd get this for someone as a valentine's gift but I never did. I didn't ever have a valentine, and although it isn't February, you'd make the loveliest valentine anyhow."
"You should read me something Brontë flavored. You decide which one, though I know Jane [Erye] would have loved Lana [Del Rey]."
"No, I'm not okay! Why would you think I'd be okay? Are you an idiot?"
"My goodness, Reese, please tell me there is only Marijuana in this cigarette."
"You are erect."
"I will kill you and whatever slutty little spunk swallower you've managed to snag with your hideous polo shirts! You know I hate Ralph Lauren! How could you do this to me?"
"If no one will ever love me, then why not be myself? You taught me that, mother. To be detestable with confidence."
"You're banal, Patrick, you have no music in your soul! I loved you with a love you will never find again! You'll think of me on your deathbed and die in regret. You're pathetic, Patrick."
Wrote a little scene of Casimiro and Will from Five Twinks in a Honda, and am posting this mostly for the benefit of my co-writers of the WIP, @addisons-damn-dialogue and @jezifster
Trigger Warnings: Sex references
It’s Sunday night, and Casimiro isn’t where he’s supposed to be. He left the grounds of his school on Friday to find Will, and has not been back, and won’t make it back in time for his classes the following morning. There’s only a couple weeks, now, left of sixth form. Casimiro can hardly wait.
Rather than being in dorms, bickering with his roommates, Casimiro is in Will’s parents’ house, in Will’s bed. He’s wide awake, gazing at his boyfriend, who has been seemingly asleep for the last half an hour or so. Casimiro hasn’t been watching him the whole time. He was writing in his journal.
It feels unfair that Casimiro has fallen on such wonderful luck, that he just happened to meet Will at their fencing game. When he thinks of what would have happened if they’d never met, his throat feels tight. He hates the thought. Will has brought light into a life that was empty of colour. Casimiro is sick with longing.
Without warning, Will's head turns, his eyes half-opening. He holds out his arm for Casimiro to curl up into, which he does, gratefully.
“I could feel your eyes on me,” Will murmurs, amusement lacing his voice. “Your big, sad eyes. I couldn’t ignore you any longer.”
“Don’t call them big and sad when we’re in bed. It makes me feel unsexy,” Casimiro murmurs, and Will laughs, as Cas starts tracing his finger along Will’s well-toned chest. He’s a complete fitness obsessive, Will, he goes to the gym just for fun.
“You’re extremely sexy. I wouldn’t worry about it,” Will answers. Casimiro smiles a little, pleased with himself, because he can tell that Will means it.
“You are even sexier.”
“We’re the sexiest couple ever, for sure.”
Casimiro laughs, kissing the corner of Will’s full lips, then turning his head to watch his finger as it continues to trace. Will hums softly.
“Can’t believe I was gonna sleep. This hazy half-asleep shit is way better,” Will murmurs, a soft smile on his lips. He lies so content and casual while Casimiro is dreaming of what it would be like to still be doing this in twenty years’ time. Wherever Will goes, Casimiro will follow—once he has dragged Will around the world, of course. Cas’ spirit is free but his heart is pinned to Will, unmoving.
“I am so good to you,” Casimiro says in agreement, rather than saying that it is his pleasure, that he worships Will, that Will is all of religion and all that is good to him. Will has done what no God ever truly could do, he has brought warmth and light to Casimiro’s darkness.
“Yeah, sure, pat yourself on the back,” Will says, laughing, kissing Casimiro’s head sleepily and holding him tighter, as Casimiro starts to press kisses to his jaw, rubbing his neck and muscled shoulder. How could he not feel safe in Will’s arms?
“Thank you for letting me stay,” Casimiro murmurs. Will’s house is his favourite place, his parents are lovely, his siblings are wonderful. Life would have been so different if Casimiro had grown up somewhere where it was this easy to breathe.
“Pfffft. You say that like I’m doing you a favour but I just got laid thanks to that decision,” Will says, and Casimiro bites his lip to hide his smile. How nice it is to be wanted. “I’ll always let you stay. You know my family would have you stay forever, they think you’re great.”
Casimiro hopes one day Will’s family will be his own. Rather than saying that, he says, “I will have to leave in the morning. But I will see you soon.”
“You’re like a little bird. Always flying out of my reach,” Will murmurs, quite casually, and pulls Casimiro more tightly into his arms, and seems to be about to attempt to sleep genuinely.
“I love you,” Casimiro says softly, pressing close, closing his eyes.
“I love you, too, darling,” Will murmurs, and he is so perfect, and so good, and Casimiro doesn’t want to leave ever. The morning will be torture. He will count down every moment until they’re together again.
