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heather‌

finding caspian and chaos together in one area was less than shocking to heather. it seemed her entire life she’d follow him around, trying to keep him out of trouble only to end up cleaning up another of his messes   -   but hey, that’s what you do when you care about someone, right   ?   ‘   you really know how to put on a show, don’t you   ?   ’   she chided, a gentle smile and joking tone taking away from the seriousness of her judgement. reaching for the shoe that had landed by her foot, she offered it back to the boy.   ‘   gee, word across the kingdom says if the slipper fits we’ll have to get married. what will you do with yourself then   ?   all the more reason to start being a little more CAREFUL, i’d say.   ’

“you know me, heather, i’m practically a show pony. just here to please the masses,” caspian states, pretending to bow like he would at curtain call. although, gratefulness is evident in his eyes the minute he takes the shoe back from her with a mumbled thank you. an unspoken agreement to never let the other get into too much trouble. “yeah ?” he quirks a brow in amusement, a small smile beginning to play at his lips. “i dread to think what that lady would throw at you then. stealing her man who’s not her man... how very desperate housewives of you.” 

#𝔦𝔳. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . interactions #ft. heather

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amity‌

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 & 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖  .

THE SAME THING that always happened in rock springs happened today . the sun rose , birds chirped , and amity’s dad was off to wherever to promote his next fight for the next month . nothing new here . “ what would you say if i told you … “ the brunette pausing for the dramatic effect . a shit grin dancing along her features as she dangled a set of keys up in the air , match with a sway of her hips , “ my dad left me his keys to the mclaren “ . after years of trying to talk him into leaving the keys to the car with her , he finally gave it . was it for the best ? certainly not .  (  tagging @caspiens​  .  )

somehow amity’s pauses always get him on edge. hanging onto her every word as he waits to hear what the latest plan will be right up until the point the words fall from her mouth and he’s practically bubbling over in excitement as he leans in to catch a better look at the keys dangling in her hand. “no fuckin’ way,” he grins. “well i’ve gotta say you’re the best, right? a genius. unparalleled ! a real hero for trouble-makers and miscreants everywhere.” 

#𝔦𝔳. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . interactions #ft. amity

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dj‌

dj was on a run,  well.  not a run,  really.  more of a jog —— or a brisk walk.  she liked north carolina,  it was pretty.  clouds in the sky with the sun piercing through them.  it was better than the smog of new york city  (  the people were better in new york though,  at least the party scene people  )

 her music was usually too loud to hear things like other people speaking to her,  car honks   (  really,  really  loud car honks  )   but these incessant screams were breaking though the wall that all time low was giving her,  she removed one and looked to see where the shrill shriek was coming from.

                        capsien,  having shit thrown at him.  was danielle even shocked ?  

she jogged over to the other side of the street. acting like she was in an apocalypse movie,  dodging flying shit everywhere.   ❛  woah ! littering is against the law,  bitch !  ❜   listening to him speak,  trying to stop herself from making a comment on his awful appearance.   ❛  sounds like you’re havin’ a much better time than i am,  rockstar.  ❜   taking a deep breath before smirking   ❛  they didn’t even toss out a suitcase,  whatta loser  ❜

“oh yeah, the best time.” if there’s one thing he’s learnt over the years it’s to laugh in the face of danger. of course, it’s something that’s said easily when the danger is a woman four floors above him whose worst capability seems to be throwing a louboutin. “right ?!” he huffs, leaning down to scoop a few items off the ground and allowing himself to wonder how much easier it would be if a suitcase had been the first thing chucked out the window rather than a shirt. “ i feel like pacman now. except... i don’t have the bottomless stomach or whatever it is he has that allows him to eat those little nuggets.” 

#𝔦𝔳. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . interactions #ft. dj

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joss‌

*  if  joss  just  so  happens  to  turn  down  the  song  blasting  through  his  earphones  just  in  time  to  hear  the  argument  that  appears  to  be  brewing  further  down  the  street,  then  that’s  nobody’s  business.  he  plans  to  just  walk  past,  slowly,  and  carry  on  with  his  day  -  until  he  hears  that  voice  and  he  finds  himself  stopping  in  his  tracks,  eyes  wide  and  blinking  and  fuck  ,  suddenly  caspian  is  addressing  him  and  of  course  there’s  no  hope  in  him  sneaking  off  now  before  his  gaze  ultimately  swirls  to  meet  his  own  (  though  he  does  weigh  up  his  chances  )  .  “typical  friday  stuff.”  he  repeats,   tongue  swiping  his  lower  lip  -  an  innate  signal  when  he  feels  awkward.  his  eyes  shoot  up  to  the  window  and  he  finds  himself  slightly  disappointed  that  he  doesn’t  manage  to  catch  a  glimpse  at  whoever  caspian  refers  to  as  his  lover  nowadays.  he  hates  to  admit  that  it’s  rubbed  him  the  wrong  way.  he  clears  his  throat,  eyes  focusing  back  on  caspian.  “  you  finished  making  a  scene  ?  ‘cause  some  of  us  just  want  to  get  coffee  without  the  risk  of  a  shoe  being  bounced  off  our  skulls.  ”

caspian’s a jealous creature. unforgiving and sometimes downright petty. evident from the minute he chooses to address joss of all people by calling attention to what’s unfolding. even if his own embarrassment that he’s been caught by him of all people tugs at him more than he’ll ever outwardly admit. “mmm ?” he replies, busying himself in picking up a few of his discarded items just so he doesn’t have to look at the other male. “funny. it’s almost like... you’re not aware i make a living out of causing a scene. ya know.... some nights for hours on end until i can barely stand.” there’s a coyness in his tone — is he talking about dancing or his other nightly activities? something to be left in the other’s imagination. “don’t think you’d have to worry about her bouncing a shoe off your skull anyway.” 

#𝔦𝔳. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . interactions #ft. joss #y i kes

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eva‌

eva is out for her daily run, which isn’t any surprise to anyone who knows her. it was part of her routine before she had to hit the gym and then spend god knows how long in the studio rehearsing. through her ear buds, she hears the yelp and pulls one out, momentarily coming out of ‘the zone’ and boy is she glad that she did. she can’t help the chuckles escaping her lips. “i am so glad that i had the chance to witness this.” the dancer is slowing down her pace as she’s approaching him. “she seems emotionally stable…”

he winces a little at his dance partner’s voice, before being unable to help the laughter that spills from his mouth as she begins to speak. “just a little unhinged. a teeny bit,” he sucks in a breath, collecting the discarded shoe from the ground and slipping it on. “on the plus side... consider me having got my workout in and ready for rehearsal !” caspian grins, flaring his speech out with finger guns. “should really be a recommendation if you’re looking for a change up in your routine, like... i’ve never felt my heart beat so fast.” 

#𝔦𝔳. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . interactions #ft. eva

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braelyn

the blonde was walking to her car when she saw a shoe flying out the window. what the hell? of course cas was the one in the line of fire, was she even really surprised? “oh yeah, typical friday stuff,” she replied through her sarcasm. “i’m not bailing you out of jail tonight, so are you leaving with me or?”

“uh-huh, typical,” he repeats with a nod, trying his best to keep a serious face as he wrestles with the remaining buttons on his shirt. “but you know what ? i’ll take you up on the offer. i think she’s one toss away from throwing the toaster out the window, anyway. and our artistic director might just kill me if i show up to rehearsal with a bruised face again.” 

#𝔦𝔳. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . interactions #ft. braelyn #my kidsssss

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sora‌

                     ♡                   she’s  walking  home  from  the  daycare,  pastel  pink  bookbag  on  her  shoulders  and  airpods  in  her  ear  blasting  4ever  by  clairo.  she’s  oblivious  to  the  outside  world  at  the  moment  and  wouldn’t  want  it  any  other  way.  there’s  a  skip  in  her  step,  but  there  always  is  whenever  she  comes  home  from  work.  she  loves  her  job,  probably  more  than  anything.  of  course  she  doesn’t  have  to  work.  her  parents  would  give  her  anything  she  asked.  (  and  then  there’s  –  um,  yeah.  anyways  !!!  )  the  thing  is  she  just  loves  working  with  kids  and  seeing  the  smiles  on  their  faces  when  they  learn  something  new.  the  song  changes  to  habit  by  still  woozy  and  a  sigh  falls  from  her  lips.  coffee.  she  needs  coffee. 

                    ♡                   sora  turns  her  feet  and  begins  walking  in  the  direction  of  the  nearest  coffee  shop.  as  she  approaches,  she  sees  a  little  dog  outside  the  shop.  she’s  quick  to  kneel  down  and  pet  the  canine,  giggles  flooding  from  pink  lips  as  she  nods  at  the  owner.  entering,�� she  breathes  in  the  fresh  smell  of  cappuccinos  and  pastries.  she  orders  her  usual,  a  mocha  latte  with  oat  milk  and  tips  the  barista  an  extra  five  dollars.  the  cafe  is  packed  today,  meaning  there’s  barely  any  seats  open.  a  frown  places  on  her  features.  until  –  oh  !!!  she  sees  an  empty  seat  over  in  the  corner  and  makes  a  b-line  for  it.   ＂  hi  !  ＂  she  says  to  the  person  sitting  across  the  empty  chair.  ＂  mind  if  i  sit  ?  there’s  no  place  else.  ＂  cue  the  puppy  dog  eyes.

          there are times when he’s a good dance partner. like now, pouring over the pages of notes for rehearsal, earbuds in, and trying to picture how it’s going to come off on stage over an americano. until a familiar figure appears in front of him and he removes an earbud, already suppressing a smile. 

             and who is he to resist the puppy dog eyes ? caspian sighs, still trying to hold back the smile that tempts itself onto his face, before nudging his head at the chair opposite him. “oh, go on then.” it’s only when she’s sat down that he pushes a small packet of chocolates toward her wordlessly, pretending he’s still reading from his notepad rather than trying to gauge her reaction. “want one of these too ?” 

#𝔦𝔳. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . interactions #ft. sora #soft content!!!

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the sound of upset yelps rings out on what is usually a fairly quiet, residential, street. coming from the brunette as he narrowly manages to avoid a shoe being thrown at his head from the window above. “lover’s spat.” he explains shortly to the only other figure approaching on the street. far more non-plussed than he should be considering he’s still scrambling to gather his belongings. “one minute it’s baby don’t go ! then it’s well,” he points up at the window with a sigh before back down at his dishevelled appearance. “get out of my house or i’m gonna call the cops, i never want to see you again ! y’know. just typical friday stuff.” 

#cancel:start #here's me throwing the village idiot at u all x

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Call Me By Your Name (2017) // Little Women (2019)

#𝔦𝔦. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . musings

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[  XAVIER SERRANO  ,  HE/HIM  ,  TWENTY-THREE  ,  CIS MALE  ]  do  my  eyes  deceive  me  ,  or  did  i  just  see  ( CASPIAN DE LUNA )  getting  out  of  the  car  in  hunnington  ?  i  guess  (  HE’S )  living  around (  ROCK SPRINGS  )  ,  which  i  could've  guessed  .  hopefully  they  can  keep  their  (  -  REBELLIOUS  & -  DECADENT  )  shit  to  theirselves  ,  and  focus  on  being  ( +  GREGARIOUS  &  +  CHARMING )  to  avoid  any  problems  .  and  for  the  love  of  god  ,  lets  hope  they  don't  talk  about  the  ( HIDDEN )  thing  .

hello all!! i’m hails and i reside in that lovely, delicious, gmt. this right here is caspian, one of my oldest muses but he’s also my trashcan son so!!!  i’ve revamped a few things, swapped ‘em around, so pls bear with me while i get a grasp on him! leave a like and i’ll come slide into your dms for plots or you can hmu ! ❤

background 

it’s a tale as old as time. congressman attends a local ballet production of the nutcracker and is instantly drawn to the prima ballerina. bouquets of flowers and backstage rendezvous soon follow until... an unexpected byproduct of their affair soon followed. what should have been a joyful pregnancy was soon tarnished in scandal. as caspian’s father made local headlines for cheating on his wife of seventeen years with a much younger woman, and by the time of caspian’s birth he was already somehow caught in the middle of a messy divorce and a shotgun remarriage. oh. and his father’s forced removal from office. the joy. 

regardless of the scandal of his birth, he was a pampered child. dragged along to ballet rehearsals in the wake of his mother not wanting to hire a nanny and subsequently loving the doting of the dancers who would coo over him. an attention heaux, it was only natural that he soon followed in his mother’s footsteps and started dancing

but then as he entered his teen years, his parents' marriage became incredibly strained. partly due to them starting to feel the strain of their age difference, partly due to the unwarranted press attention that still seemed to follow the couple. and after a few years of non-stop arguing and being the pawn in the middle, the pair finally divorced when he was fourteen with his mother moving to new york to teach dance instead.

an attention heaux ( i cannot stress this enough !! ) with a lack of parental guidance, caspian started looking for the attention that he wasn’t receiving at home through other channels. partying, drinking, spending way too much time in the dressing rooms of some of the other dancers. probably got arrested and dropped home after being caught trespassing y’know. just lad things x. 

honestly, it’s a bit of a miracle he graduated high school at all, let alone went on to university as he... was never around enough to take school seriously fsdfsfd. but he’s good at what he does and he managed to land a scholarship to a dance conservatory straight out of high school. 

so that brings us to now!! he’s returned home to nc, back residing in rock springs and dancing for the local company. he’s recently become a demi-soloist so he has a more focal role in some productions with his dance partner! ( a definite wc but we’ll get onto that! ) 

personality 

asshole with a heart of gold™ just as likely to have punched someone on a night out as he is to have.... invited you to the club in the first place just to cheer you up

a loyal bitch! befriend him and you pretty much have a friend for life

would flirt with his own reflection if it was socially acceptable. flirting may as well be a past time of his at this point tbh

coffee with a shot of whiskey in it personified

the only thing he’s committed to is the pursuit of dance and the thought of commitment in a relationship? terrifying ! 

doesn’t really have the capacity to think something is a bad idea. there’s only fun and things that could potentially lead to fun 

a bit of a loose cannon and honestly? the fact he was given a position of Responsibility within the ballet company has probably shaken quite a few of his fellow dancers lmao

tidbits 

the only family member he’s close to these days is his grandma 

really likes classic cars and probably uses most of his paychecks just to fund potentially buying one at some point

wine and cheese nights but make them a frequent occurrence and add tequila 

wanted connections

you can click the link above to see a couple hurried together ideas i had but i’m p. much open to anything and everything, so i’m super excited to plot w all of you ! 

#cancel:intro #i have a Migraine so i am.... v slow but hello!

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#𝔦𝔦. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . musings

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got kicked out of history class because i wouldnt stop saying ‘i want to smoke a blunt with him <3′ after every historical figure is mentioned

#𝔦𝔦. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . musings

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#𝔦𝔦. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . musings

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#𝔦𝔦. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . musings

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#⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . wanted !

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tag dump ! 

#𝔦. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . mirror #𝔦𝔦. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . musings #𝔦𝔦𝔦. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . aesthetic #𝔦𝔳. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . interactions #𝔳. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . social #𝔳𝔦. 𝔠𝔞𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔲𝔫𝔞 ⋆✦.* 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 . . . task