#irvingintro

[courtesybath]

                 “   I  was  trying  to  be  polite.     people  ask  you  to  do  these  kind  of  things  and  maybe  you  do  it   ;       as  a  courtesy              ⎯⎯⎯⎯         #courtesybath:   dependent  multimuse  based  in    irving  , nc  ,     with  abigail  yamada   ,   josiah  bemis   ,   mourad  ramzi   ,   otis  gorbinskiy     &     shiloh  frischmann  as    featured  characters.         brought  and  narrated  to  you  by  sidney.    

#irvingintro #* — opening credits › pinned. #laug hs nervously wtfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff #reposting again to hide my shame bt hole patrol's notes: this was made purely with vibes i have nothing else to say #sense? structure? energy in gen? shant explain #unless fr plotting. which i do. bc hey sxc what are u doing out here w all that ass double cheeked up on a wedne-[sniped] #also additional notes (bc i confused myself too for a bit i wont lie bt): click on the date tabs fr bios. #that is all. #kisses everyone on the hands nd scuttles away

[riverz]

* cha eunwoo, cis male + he/him  | you know ares blackthorn, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, three years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to nobody speak by dj shadow, run the jewels like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole death-touched, leather jacket, gold leaf thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 29th, so they’re a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

trigger warnings : death, alcohol, hallucinations / breaks with reality (implied) and/or ambiguous supernatural / horror elements (depending on interpretation).

ares’ parents die when he’s seven months old, and he is whisked away in the hands of his caretaker to the vast blackthorn estate. he is set to inherit his family’s gangnam district home, as well as their winter estate in california, when he turns eighteen. at the time of their deaths, his late parents’ pharmaceutical company is still thriving. he is adopted by the blackthorns, who were close with his parents. their progeny are allegedly cursed – only one of seven children of each blackthorn generation generally survive. then again, eventually everyone’s survival rate drops to zero. an older ares will find he isn’t very picky about the when, the how, or the why of the inevitable.ares seems to inherit the blackthorn family luck simply by guilt of association. 

his best friend at his private boarding school is killed the summer of their senior year. ares is emotionless at the funeral. it feels as if the permanence of the situation simply hasn’t occurred to him yet. he remembers smoking a cigarette outside the church in which the funeral took place, wishing he was back in his dorm. lethargy grips him throughout the day, until finally he is allowed to fall into a dreamless sleep. his only other close friend at school, mary, is disturbed by his lack of reaction. he doesn’t know how to explain to her that the entirety of his reaction is internal, and besides, it hasn’t hit him properly yet. but he thinks, at the time, that it must eventually. that someday it will feel perfectly real that he will never see jacques again.

ares isn’t particularly close with his adoptive siblings. he gets along alright with them all, but there’s always a general awareness that if curses are real – and ares feels he may as well believe in them, because they do make life seem more interesting – that most of them may be dead eventually. he wonders – again, if curses are real – if he’ll be among the dead. if adoption is enough to bring him in. he’s been a blackthorn for a very long time. he was named after a blackthorn, too. indirectly named for a greek god, but that doesn’t really feel like the sort of loophole that might wrestle one free of a curse.

ares and mary are married when they’re both nineteen, and they move into ares’ penthouse suite in one of the buildings bequeathed to him. mary’s parents are not happy about the union. mary, raised catholic, was supposed to marry a catholic. ares is not a catholic. mary and ares do not plan on having children. they plan on partying like there’s no tomorrow, because, for all they know, there might literally be no tomorrow.

mary gets a bit fed up with this after a year and a half, and they undergo an amiable divorce. ares is becoming more and more detached from her. he thinks he can see the faces of his parents, following him through the city. he leaves, but there they are again, in paris, and in prague, and in hong kong.

he chooses a random place on a map of the american continent. then he chooses another random place, because he refuses to go to florida. north carolina wins out. irving sounds like just the sort of place to relax and recuperate and stop seeing the faces of the dead.

on the flight over to his new home, he sees himself, sat several aisles down in business class. he returns to his seat in first, trying not to overreact. he’ll see about finding a psychiatrist when he lands.

he doesn’t bother. whatever it is that he’s seeing, why ever it is that he’s seeing them, it changes nothing. besides, while he doesn’t actively believe in curses, or omens of death, he doesn’t not believe in them.

he sees his own face in irving sometimes, when mirrors are nowhere to be seen. after a while it stops being unnerving and crosses into distraction. he sees jacques the first winter he spends in irving, watching him in a shop window. ares waves at him. jacques doesn’t wave back, which ares supposes is fair. social cues probably don’t apply to the dead, or to hallucinations.

he spends much of his time in irving relaxing, going to the gym, drinking, etcetera, though he occasionally has zoom call meetings with the board of his parents’ – now his – company. he doesn’t care for business, doesn’t have the head for it. the company is involved in a major scandal when ares is 23, but he’s achieved enough anonymity and is detached enough from the company that he’s not bothered over it. nobody knows where he is; he intends to keep things that way.

half a year later, his family’s company goes bankrupt. he gets out while he can, and finds that, for the first time in his life, the contents of his bank account are finite. and instead of reaching out to the blackthorns, he accepts this. he keeps his apartment in irving and finds a job he’s vaguely qualified for. he cuts off all communication with the people in his old life.

#irvingintro #&. 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧. #𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧 ; intro. #death tw #hallucination tw #unreality tw #alcohol tw #mental health tw #altho tbh i did not intend this to be any mental illness #its ghosts. #its not real ghosts if they dont exist in the irving universe but its at LEAST #metaphorical ghosts #doppelgangars #w/e #shout out to the other writers of blackthorn siblings #esp. james who originated the concept <3 #ALSO like this if you'd like to plot !!!

[jercmiah]

did someone say bring in a depressed stoner who also thinks he’s funny??? no?? oh ok.

                  Look at them, they're just staring at me                        Like come and watch the skinny kid                      With a steadily declining mental health                       & laugh as he attempts to give you                            what he cannot give himself

                                         MEET JEREMIAH.

tw .    mental health,  depression, drugs

his biological parents were young and incredibly immature, and after far too many visits from social workers he had been placed in foster care. at approximately NINE years old.  

then there’s Charlotte and Shanice Banks, two amazing, strong ass women who longed to have their own children after they’d been together for thirteen years already. shanice, a lawyer, and charlotte a school teacher.  charlotte was jeremiah’s fifth grade english teacher, he was a class clown, she noted, he got a kick out of making the other students laugh.  all in all, he seemed to be a very positive kid and was quite surprised to read his file and learn the horrific details surrounding his childhood.

it didn’t take much for them to decide to make jeremiah the newest addition to their family.       he was officially adopted at the age of 13. he loves his moms so much and would fight lit anyone for them. truly a momma’s boy but “in a sexy way” as he’d say. 

however his childhood and mental health eventually caught up to him when he was sixteen which led to some bad shit, causing his parents to send him to a psychiatric hospital for a few months.   “you’d go to a hospital when your not feeling well physically, you can go to when you’re not feeling well mentally as well,” is how they convinced him when he protested.

he was diagnosed with manic depression and has to take his medication pretty regularly and he.... usually does.

started selling bud when he was eighteen to preps, he managed to become a pretty reliable drug dealer. his moms would be so proud if they knew.

                                                PERSONALITY

his mothers raised him teaching about toxic masculinity and the importance of feeling and showing his emotions so he’s not afraid to cry watching a nicholas sparks film or go on womanist rants.  and, per him, “womanist is more inclusive than feminism”

self deprecating humor because he truly ! hates himself sometimes ! but he hides it behind “haha jk ;)”

A LOSER!!! a sarcastic asshole!! he’d technically be considered a nerd because of how lame he is but his grades never backed him up with that.. also always gets yelled at for skateboarding in places he shouldn’t. like why are you skating in a library, jeremy?

is truly sad a lot of the time but also could never really be taken seriously because he’s always joking. 

dressed up as hermione granger to impress a girl once, has never seen harry potter. dressed up as kim possible a few years later because he really wanted to wear a red wig.

he’s high 80% of the time.

                                        CONNECTIONS

adopted siblings ??  -  he has two OTHER siblings ! younger or older doesn’t matter !  also adopted?? up to you! 

the yin to his yang  -   a best friend! gender doesn’t matter, but his parents probably depend on this person to sort of watch over him. they love them as if they’re also one of their own kids!

unrequited crush  -   pls let him be all heart-eyes, kindergarten crush over this specific muse.  the one he dressed up as hermione granger for.

SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL DRUG DEALER -  hi !! he sells !! he needs clients !! it would be fun if he’s a concerned drug dealer as well, cutting your muse off if he 

someone he knew from his hospital stays -   pretty self explanatory!

EX GIRLFRIEND  -  this one will be kinda sad. anyway they were head over heels for each other but he cut things off / ghosted abruptly after he went through his episode.  this person doesn’t know he stayed at a psychiatric hospital and probably thinks he just abandoned their relationship.   COULD TIE INTO UNREQUITED CRUSH AS WELL.

#irvingintro #drugs tw #hes just a drug dealer ok #depression tw #mental illness tw

[absentsdream]

* nico hiraga, cis man + he/him | you know owen murase, right? they’re twenty-five, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, their whole life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to swim and sleep (like a shark) by unknown mortal orchestra like, a million times this year, which makes sense, ‘cause they’ve got that whole laughing to the point that the joke’s never been told properly, talking pensively on the roof of your family home until your mother calls you back inside, novelty caps with witty remarks embroidered on them thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is april 13th, so they’re a taurus, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

hi it’s cee … again… bet ya getting sick of me now huh….

AESTHETICS.

too-sweet orange sherbet, the only light source in the middle of the night being a measly desk lamp, a beanie well-loved enough it threatens to fall apart, childhoods spent talking to your friends next door across the backyard fence, nineties nintendo games, skate decks fractured clean down the middle, eyes glued to a television, lips chapped with ocean water, vintage stripe shirts, perfectly clear midsummer skies

CHARACTER INSPO.

zach taylor ( super dark times ), alexis rose ( schitt’s creek ), robbie ( angus, thongs and perfect snogging ), casey ( atypical ), francis abernathy ( the secret history ), gordo ( lizzie mcguire ), troy barnes ( community )

BACKGROUND.

it’s an idyllic spring day when you’re born. there’s a gentle chill that soars off the quivering ocean, a warmth from the sun that brings a flush to the cheeks. the youngest of two boys, you are adored, loved. the apple of one’s eye.

your mother makes sure you never forget who you are. without fail she packs your lunch each day ( you love it despite the odd looks of your classmates ), japanese school saturday mornings, family visits to morioka in the summer where cicadas seem to buzz within your head. it’s not easy for her despite the understanding of your father, durham born and raised. you don’t realise it until much later. it only seems to sink in once she’s flown back to japan to care for ailing grandparents when you are twelve. you hate the way a peanut butter and jelly sandwich glues to the roof of your mouth. you miss how she would force a hat on your head seconds before you left for school every morning.

the loneliness is more pronounced when your brother leaves for college three years later. he’s not far, but there’s a hollowness in the room that makes living with your father hard sometimes. he takes you to little league. you take to little league a duck to water. there’s less shouting matches, less ‘ i hate yous ’ and acting out. learning to forgive the world is less a big stride and more short steps, sometimes one backward.

you graduate the golden boy. everything is at your fingertips, it seems. varsity baseball, prom king, an ivy league sports scholarship on the horizon. your mother comes back home for it. your brother does, too. your breath is quick and sharp when you hold back hot tears on stage. your breath stops when the boy you’ve admired for the last year and a half walks past to you to shake the principal’s hand. your girlfriend never knew. you’re grateful for the calm in you when you return to japan that year, a little sunburn across the bridge of your nose, sweat beading on your forehead and nights spent listlessly gazing upward to stars.

INJURY & NEEDLES MENT. CW college is a blow out. so’s your arm. halfway into your freshman year and a sports med degree, your elbow won’t get better, no matter how many needles are poked in it, no matter how many times you ice it religiously. surgery isn’t enough, either. the scholarship and your place as pitcher are no longer yours and for the next few months, you’re home again in irving with your tail between your legs. your father isn’t angry so much as he’s disappointed for you. your brother’s made it to law school now, and here you are watching daytime reruns of judge judy and admiring the grass stains on your white sneakers, eating froot loops with far too much milk. CW END

it’s hard to get past the searing embarrassment on your cheeks when you return to college the next year. you liked writing, although it comes as a surprise to your family. at the very least, your father wonders, weren’t you going to go into a science degree and not literature?

you pay no heed and write until your eyes turn square at four in the morning. you are the best student in the course, the professor says. that hard work will pay off, the professor says. and it does. after your degree, the culmination of your work falls into three-hundred-and-something pages of a novel that a small publisher in charlotte seems to adore. your father pulled some strings to get it there. within a year, it’s a new york times bestseller. it��s a shock, but not really. the way you grit your teeth, the way you steeled your resolve, made you something, just like you promised your mother when you were seven years old and eyes shining.

PERSONALITY & QUIRKS.

goofy ass

bilingual :P

the family home in delphinus heights is too big for one person after his father went back to durham, so he chose to find his own place instead. he has a cute little studio flat on dorado road on a block behind a retired couple that sometimes invites him over for early dinner.

has no pets but there’s a bird that squawks outside his back door each morning until it gets a bit of toast from him

never wakes up early enough to see the sunrise over the sea, though

currently works a few days a week at a surf shop near the pier to make ends meet. writes and coaches little league in his spare time

owen’s first publication was a sci-fi novel. after excelling in most subjects, he puts math and science to good use for his work

tends to hang around you more if you’re a good source of inspiration for his writing

surfer babey …. his hair is disgusting. coarse n horrible n sun bleached like a mangy dog. it’s almost long enough to tie up the whole thing. occasionally lets someone put them into pigtails at a party

voted most likely to bust his wrist fucking up a skate trick

ur typical boy next door. very approachable, not a mean bone in his body, although in recent years he’s shown more anxiety than he’s ever been used to. sucks having to cook for urself everyday n pay bills like an adult :/

pansexual. leans a lot more towards masc presenting folks

has a collection of old, sun-faded shinkansen ticket stubs. sentimental like that

also very protective of his music vhs tape collection

not too fond of social media. his last post on insta was from like 2018. has no profile picture on fb. instead, he updates his ig story ten times a day and quadruple texts you on imessage like a heathen

chronic people pleaser. rarely says no and is shithouse at setting boundaries with others

loves all kinds of creepy shit, aliens especially

bit of a pisstake really 

WANTED PLOTS.

all da friends. family n childhood friends, someone he would goof around with during shifts in his high school job at the local mini mart, skate / surf buddies, anything and everything

a fan of his book

someone who witnessed owen stack it on his skateboard once n had to help get him to the hospital for a near miss broken bone SKGNSLDGDKSL

a writing muse he’s too scared to tell them IS his muse

a failed relationship from his few months in irving between college degrees. it was definitely him, not you

will accept any n all plots :-)

#irvingintro #cheeky repost frm old blog x

[juvinile]

* DYLAN  O’BRIEN ,  CIS MALE  +  HE / HIM  |   you  know  CALEB  MONTGOMERY ,  right ?  they’re  TWENTY SIX ,  and  they’ve  lived  in  irving  for ,  like ,  A  COUPLE  MONTHS  AT  MOST ?  well ,  their  spotify  wrapped  says  they  listened  to  WAVES  BY  DEAN  LEWIS  like ,  a  million  times  this  year ,  which  makes  sense  ‘cause  they’ve  got  that  whole  RUBBING  GLITTER  ON  SCRAPES ,  SITTING  CROSS LEGGED  IN  A  SMOKE  CIRCLE ,  SCREAMING  SONG  LYRICS  ON  A  STRANGER’S  ROOFTOP  thing  going  on .  i  just  checked  and  their  birthday  is  AUGUST  3RD ,  so  they’re  a  LEO ,  which  is  unsurprising ,  all  things  considered .  

TW INCLUDE  drugs,  addiction,  rehab,  alcohol,  drunk driving,  depression

AESTHETICS :

rubbing glitter on scrapes, sitting crossed legged in a smoke circle, screaming song lyrics on a stranger’s rooftop, inciting riots and running from your own shadow, sweaty dancing, hanging out the sunroof of a moving car, pretending to be someone else, accessorizing eyebags and sweatpants with feather boas, a coming of age movie soundtrack, liquor stores and afterparties, a map without directions, ashtrays filled with 

CHARACTER INSPO :

huckleberry finn  ( the adventures of huckleberry finn ) ,  seth cohen  ( the oc ) ,  klaus hargreeves  ( the umbrella academy ) ,  elliot goss ( search party ) ,  charlie kelly  ( it’s always sunny ) ,  hamlet  ( hamlet , don’t ask about this one but the connection is there ) ,  a series of strange headcanons i’ve developed over that years that can’t be accurately put to words

GENERAL STATISTICS :

full name :  caleb augustus montgomery

age / dob :  twenty six / august 3rd

gender :  cis male

pronouns :  he / him

faceclaim :  dylan o’brien

orientation :  homosexual homoromantic

residence :  literally everywhere

occupation :  drug dealer / mooch

pinterest :  HERE !

BIOGRAPHY :

caleb was born in new york city  ( the upper east side )  to two doctors, his lovely but hollow mother and his cold and distant father. when he was a baby his father had an affair with another married woman resulting in the birth of his half sister, lydia montgomery, but they never grew up so much as knowing the other’s name.

he played lacrosse at his private preppy annoying rich kids high school, and surprisingly was really good at it, but he quit after a series of unfortunate events that would ultimately lead to his first stint in rehab.

he’s a dealer. he’s been a dealer since he was a freshman in high school, when he realized he could use the money to stop relying on his parent’s income and his inheritance that he was positive he would sooner be murdered for than ever receive.

at first he didn’t even do the drugs that he sold, he just pocketed the money and had a little hustle, but he inevitably started smoking the weed, and when he widened his range of inventory  ( he called it diversifying his assets )  he took a lot of everything else as well. it meant he didn’t have to sit in his numbness anymore so alright baby!

heavy partier, heavy drinker, heavy user. his grades and his performance on the field dropped drastically. he slept around a lot  ( tried to. he’s very much Gay but that realization didn’t come for a long time )  and pretty much turned into a giant dickwad.

DRUNK DRIVING TW. REHAB TW. he crashed his dad’s lamborghini one night driving blackout and when he woke up in his hospital he found his parents had packed his bags and enrolled him in rehab.

he doesn’t talk about it.

boarding school came next, and old habits die hard, but he managed to graduate. he went to college and got a degree in chemistry because he’s surprisingly smart but he’s never learned how to work an honest job and he doesn’t plan on it.

he put himself in rehab sometime between his freshman and sophomore year. he talks about it sometimes. not ashamed of it and it actually helped him quite a bit. still has a problem but has matured a lot.

chose to travel around aimlessly after graduation because he could sell drugs anywhere and his mom tagged along with him eventually. she wouldn’t admit it but she was desperate to get out of their apartment in new york. neither of his parents will settle on the terms of a divorce so. they’re still together or whatever but mrs. montgomery is a free woman. milf. shove it up ur ass christian montgomery.

wound up in irving after a bender and he liked it so he’s been crashing on couches ever since. he doesn’t really know how long it’s been so i do not know either <3 

MISCELLANEOUS :

he’s still a dealer. marijuana, pills, powder, miscellaneous concoctions, he’ll sell you anything. not really concerned about it because him and his mom are working on deliberately draining his father’s bank account. 

he’s really depressed. he’s always been really depressed but he’s. on the up right now. has an issue with letting people know when he’s not doing good so will overcompensate by pretending to be Too Okay. 

never not wearing sweats. pretty bad at remembering to shave. a man of culture! still will find an excuse to dress up for theme parties which are his secret lifeblood, especially if they’re stupid.

lives to torment others, can’t take anything seriously, and genuinely a puppy of a person. quite frankly extremely annoying in the wrong crowd.

tall and lanky and scrappy he has a lot of anger the kind of person who probably bit a lot of people as a child. unapologetically chaotic.

he’s intelligent but he’s also super unmotivated. he straight up did not attend class and scraped by literally by the grace of some god. he doesn’t use his brain much at all.

lazy. hates labor. crude sense of humor.

a really fucking good time <3 he will invite himself to parties he does not need to be asked he somehow just knows. he calls it a sixth sense for sniffing out heathenism.

likes almost everyone but also dramatic. sleeps around. lives for causing chaos and being the center of attention and unapologetic about it.

for some reason he reminds me of the color blue and just like.. all shades of blue. sometimes he’s aquamarine. sometimes he’s tumblr dashboard blue. duality of man. 

kind of at a crossroads where he is pretty sure he should be doing something with his life and a desire to hold onto eternal youth. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS :

couches he crashes on.

hookups. he may call you back but only if he’s lonely. actually has a good heart but where has that ever gotten him?

friends. a whole friend group please. messy. let’s start drama.

people he sells to, people he buys from, other dealers that don’t like that this dude who somehow always has good shit has landed themselves in town and is making himself a Presence.

someone he met while singing a duet at the bar and now they’re attached at the hip. stealing from karaoke night theme because i think this is how he would genuinely make friends.

someone who doesn’t like him and he’s so self absorbed he hasn’t noticed at all.

people who live in abernathy creek and are literally like what the fuck are you doing here. you stole my bed. and he says i’m sorry <3 do u want to get a drink?

people who do not want him to leave town and every time he says i must be going say .. no please don’t.

party friends bad influences willing to turn a blind eye if he was out the last 3 nights and wants to hit the town again. keep up. 

um i don’t know i can come up with a million random scenarios for him i’ll put out a plot call and come up with more if none of these work?

#irvingintro #drugs tw #addiction tw #rehab tw #drunk driving tw #depression tw #alcohol tw #hiiiii im alli i was here and then i wasnt and now #im here again #and i love u all #im n college rn and the semester jst started #so if im slow to plot that is why but #i have sm muse

[msdvine]

TLDR.  too many mommy issues.   reformed piece of shit who used to be a high school bully but is now 64% angel, thinks she’s funny and her best friend is her dad.

*     taveeta szymanowicz, cisfemale + she/her |      you know   DAYANA DEVINE,   right? they’re   TWENTY-FOUR ,    and they’ve lived in irving for, like, TEN YEARS ?     well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to   SEASHORE BY REGRETTES   like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole   ( velvet red mini skirts hiding insecurities,  a smirk worn to suppress mean words, the faint taste of liquor on her lips )   thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is   JANUARY 11TH,   so they’re a   CAPRICORN,   which is unsurprising, all things considered.

                            A LITTLE ABOUT GROWING UP . 

tw.   alcohol, bullying mention, very short mention of verbal abuse.  anything else i forgot to add just yell at me !!

she grew up with her father after her mother abandoned them without blinking an eye which turned out to be for the best since her mom was a raging alcoholic who spewed words of venom often. her father worked his ass off to provide for the two of them in irving, they struggled for quite a few years;  eviction notices, threats of their electricity getting shut off, splitting frozen lunch meals, until he finally found a steady good paying job to provide for them.

still, dayana felt incredibly powerless. control is something a lot of teenagers yearn for and she found it incredibly challenging to have when the universe stacked all their cards against her.   until high school !    where she finally allowed her mother’s killer instincts kick in, and found herself on top of the food chain rather than being stomped on like she’s used to.   truly , an evil little bitch .   dumping milk on her fellow classmates’ head to get a laugh,  taking unflattering photos and uploading them online, emitting poison from her lips for the sake of doing so.   she didn’t necessarily enjoy it,  no matter how it looked,  every time she’d look at herself in the mirror she’d see her mother staring back at her but, to her, it was survival.   in that lame-ass cliche high school sort of way.

her reality check didn’t come into play until her second semester of college, where she decided to work through her mommy issues with a therapist in an attempt to redeem all of her wrongdoing.     she knows, however, that the damager she caused for others is likely still present and is doing her best to make things rights.

                                           PERSONALITY . 

she can still have a mean streak though! she is REFORMED BUT NOT TAMED. she’s usually quite good at biting her tongue but sometimes judgement and cruel words slip out unintentionally, it’s a work in progress.    but seriously she’s 5′4 like just push her down

as for the rest of her personality, especially now that she’s older, she’s loyal as fuck !  gives the best hugs since touch is her love language! will cut off her arm to make her friends smile! drinks tequila like it’s water on the weekends and will always be your bad influence to encourage you to do the drugs she’s too pussy to take.

an absolute flirt !!! boys, girls, she can’t help it baaaaby.

she understands she’s not perfect and has done some pretty fucked up things

TYPE 3 WITH 2 WING AKA PLEASE ACCEPT ME. SHE WILL DO WHATEVER POSSIBLE FOR PEOPLE TO BE PROUD OF HER.

super arrogant but super insecure. make it make sense.

thinks she’s funnier than she is. quotes way too many memes.

                               WANTED CONNECTIONS. 

exes     /    previous high school sweethearts  /   fwb  &  the usual .  we can talk about whether it’s on good or bad terms !   

former best friend .    think of heathers ,  her as heather duke and her friend as heather chandler !  after she got reformed , talked shit out in therapy , she unfortunately cut this person off , no matter how close they were.

prior victims.   as i said, she used to be hella mean ,   maybe they’ve talked since then , maybe they haven’t.   perhaps this person still hasn’t forgiven her ( we can talk about how bad it was ,  but probs v bad ).    either way let her kiss ass to make things right . 

ROOMMATES X

idk she could have been the villain anyone needs in their story .

ANYTHING !! gimme connects pls ! that one person who bumped ur muse on a train in the 1800s idk idk anything 

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#irvingintro #this sucks but wanted connections are at the bottom x #BUT LOVE US #alcohol tw #abuse tw #bullying tw #IM SO EXCITED CAN U HEAR ME YELL

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* charles  melton,  cis  man  +  he  &  him    |  you  know  harrison  “harry”  cho,  right?  they’re  twenty  eight,  and  they’ve  lived  in  irving  for,  like,  one  month?  well,  their  spotify  wrapped  says  they  listened  to  american  money  by   børns  like,  a  million  times  this  year,  which  makes  sense  ‘cause  they’ve  got  that  barely - used  furniture  gathering  dust  beneath  linen  sheets,   eight  - car  garage  full  of  vintage  relics  from  all  over  the  world,   a  helipad - sized  chip  on  one’s  shoulder  thing  going  on.  i  just  checked  and  their  birthday  is  december  15th,  so  they’re  a  sagittarius,  which  is  unsurprising,  all  things  considered.

o  hey,   new  sam  muse  just  dropped !   from  the  makers  of  solo  brain  cell  surfer  boy  comes  :    i  hate  my  dad  but  make  it  Expensive  ™.   this  got  way  too  long  but  fear  not  <3  there’s  a  tldr  at  the  end

tw   :   parental  neglect,   plane  crash,   death

let’s  get  one  thing  straight   :   harrison  cho  is  no  stranger  to  the  lap  of  luxury.   his  formative  years  were  spent  within  the  walls  of  a  manhattan  fortress  on  what  would  come  to  be  known  as  billionaire’s  row.   being  a  cho  meant  many  things,   but  this  above  all  else;   perfection  was  not  just  expected   ---   it  was  essential  for  survival.   like  his  two  brothers  before  him,   he  earned  top  marks  at  the  best  private  schools  in  the  city,   in  no  small  part  to  the  throng  of  ivy - certified  tutors  on  the  family  payroll.   columbia  undergrad,   a  grueling  two  years  at  stanford  for  his  mba   ---   he  could  never  stand  to  be  away  from  the  city  for  too  long   ---   and  finally,   a  nepotism - won  spot  at  cho  international,   a  real  estate  developer  responsible  for  hundreds  of  skyscrapers  all  over  the  world.

it’s  all  disgustingly  cliché.   poor  little  rich  boy  with  the  world  at  his  fingertips,   yet  all  he  yearned  for  was  his  father’s  love.   in  his  mother’s  eyes,   harry  could  do  no  wrong.   ava  was  an  art  curator,   constantly  traveling  the  globe,   seeking  the  priceless.   ewan  was  the  opposite   ---   everything  had  a  number,   a  ranking,   from  the  highest - earning  property  in  his  arsenal,   to  the  general  competence  of  his  three  young  sons.   from  the  very  start,   it  was  clear  there  was  never  a  paternal  bone  in  his  body,   but  for  his  wife,   he  tried.

harry  grew  up  thinking  his  parents  were  hopelessly  in  love.   despite  his  shortcomings  as  a  father,   ewan  doted  on  his  wife.   he  showered  her  with  gifts   ---   one - of - a - kind  pieces  from  his  contacts  at  cartier,   purple  azaleas  flown  in  from  the  hwangmaesan  mountains.   they  graced  the  covers  of  forbes  and  fortune,   a  refreshing  foil  to  the  loveless  marriages  typical  of  high  rolling  power  couples.   and  while  they  were  frequently  on  opposite  hemispheres  for  their  respective  careers,   they  never  missed  an  anniversary.

and  then  there  were  the  summers,   when  the  cho’s  would  swap  their  pristine  penthouse  for  an  equally  pristine  estate  in  none  other  than  irving,   north  carolina.   the  sprawling,   aquila  drive  property  with  its  famous  underground  garage  stood  stagnant  for  three  of  four  seasons,   but  for  two  months  out  of  the  year,   it  was   ---   not  exactly  teeming  with  life,   but  occupied.   every  year,   harry’s  parents  vowed  to  put  work  on  the   backburner,   and  while  ava  at  least  attempted  to  keep  her  promise,   ewan  spent  most  of  his  time  behind  closed  doors,   whispering  in  hushed  tones.   vacation  was  supposed  to  be  relaxing,   but  he  seemed  even  more  high  strung  than  usual  in  irving.

still,   harry  had  no  trouble  finding  ways  to  keep  busy,   even  in  a  small  town  like  irving.   he  assembled  a  gang  of  summer  friends,   usually  out - of - towners  with  similar  backgrounds.   he’d  party  in  their  dorado  road  beach  homes,   cruise  around  the  harbor  in  their  boats,   flirt  shamelessly  with  the  locals   ---   usually  by  offering  them  a  spin  in  his  60s  jag  or  a  ride  in  the  family  jet.

but  in  august  of  harry’s  seventeenth  summer,   tragedy  struck,   and  things  would  never  be  the  same  again.   ava  got  a  lead  on  an  original  rembrandt  and  broke  the  no - work  vacation  rule  for  the  first  time  in  history  to  attend  an  auction  for  the  piece.   but  she  never  made  it  to  dubai.   long  story  short,   the  jet  malfunctioned  somewhere  over  the  atlantic  and  went  down,   with  harry’s  mother  inside.   and  so,   the  remaining  chos  packed  up  their  belongings  and  left  the  beach  house,   never  to  return.   at  least,   not  for  ten  years.

remember  when  i  said  ewan  at  least  tried  to  be  a  father,   if  only  for  ava’s  sake?   well,   that  went  right  out  the  window  after  he  buried  his  wife,   subsequently  burying  himself  into  his  work  to  cope  with  his  grief.   only  this  time,   he  was  not  just  neglectful.   he  was  cruel.   harry’s  brothers,   both  already  immersed  in  the  family  business,   soon  learned  not  to  engage.   they  had  an  unspoken  agreement  to  think  of  their  father  as  a  boss  alone   ---   it  was  the  only  way  to  make  it  through  the  day.

but  harry  couldn’t  help  but  nip  at  his  heels,   begging  for  scraps  of  approval.   all  through  undergrad,   he’d  stop  by  cho  international  with  dinner.   but  ewan  didn’t  want  steak,   he  wanted  italian,   and  christ,   harry,   would  you  shave  that  small  rodent  off  your  upper  lip  already?

his  time  on  the  west  coast  actually  did  him  a  lot  of  good.   though  he  hated  california  with  a  burning  passion,   the  distance  from  his  father  helped  harry  realize  he’d  never  be  the  man  he  wanted  him  to  be   ---   just  like  ewan  would  never  be  the  father  he  wanted  him  to  be.   when  he  took  his  place  at  cho  international  two  years  later,   he  was  transformed   :   confident,   silver - tongued,   with  the  sort  of  easy  charisma  that  made  every  prospective  client  feel  like  he  was  their  best  friend.

four  years  later,   ewan  cho  died  alone  in  his  office.   he’d  been  neglecting  himself  since  ava,   working  himself  to  the  bone  and  ignoring  every  doctor’s  plea  to  slow  down.   he  had  a  heart  attack,   and  harry  and  his  brothers  didn’t  even  know  he  was  sick.

six  months  have  passed  since  his  father’s  death,   and  with  his  brothers  at  the  helm  of  cho  international,   harry  was  charged  with  the  task  of  combing  through  his  father’s  assets  and  finances.   that’s  how  he  wound  up  in  irving  for  the  first  time  in  a  decade.   he’d  forgotten  about  the  old  beach  house,   but  when  he  stepped  inside  for  the  first  time,   it  was  like  no  time  had  passed.   it  was  comforting  in  a  way   ---   he’d  gotten  older,   but  the  house  had  stayed  the  same.

one  afternoon,   while  going  through  his  father’s  desk - away - from - desk,   he  came  across  a  locked  drawer.   he  had  to  call  out  a  locksmith  to  pry  it  open,   and  when  he  finally  got  inside,   he  stumbled  upon  another  life.   pictures,   report  cards,   bank  statements  from  accounts  he  never  knew  existed.   it  didn’t  take  much  to  put  two  and  two  together   :   the  bastard  had  a  whole  other  family  in  irving.

he’s  yet  to  tell  anyone  about  his  discovery   ---   not  even  his  brothers.   harry  has  half  the  mind  to  dump  the  evidence  in  a  trash  can,   set  it  on  fire,   and  pretend  it  never  happened,   but  the  little  boy  in  him  can’t  help  but  ask  what  if.

in  the  meantime,   he’s  taken  on  a  bit  of  a  passion  project  here  in  irving.   the  old  poseidon  hotel.   shuttered  in  ‘99  after  suffering  severe  hurricane  damage,   harry  has  purchased  the  building  and  has  plans  to  restore  it  to  its  former  glory   ---   more  or  less.   it’s  been  a  decent  distraction  while  he  decides  whether  to  reach  out  to  his  half  sibling,   but  distractions  only  go  so  far  when  your  whole  world’s  been  turned  upside  down.

TLDR   :   harry  cho,   manhattan  native  and  son  of  real  estate  tycoon  ewan  and  art  curator  ava.   the  cho  family  summered  in  irving  back  in  the  day,   they  actually  have  a  summer  home  on  aquila  drive  that’s  been  abandoned  for  the  last  ten  years.   more  recently,   his  bastard  dad   (   dad-stard   )   kicked  the  bucket,   and  harry’s  back  in  town  to  go  through  his  things  and  get  this   :   he  stumbles  across  evidence  that  ewan  had  a  whole  other  family  in  irving.   he’s  been  here  for  about  a  month,   living  in  the  old  beach  house,   restoring  an  old,   hurricane - damaged  hotel,   generally  being  a  high - functioning  disaster  in  really  sexy  clothes  <3  love  him

headcanons !

despite  having  grown  up  in  the  city,   harry’s  big  into  cars.  his  father’s  collection  of  vintage  sports  cars  has  been  gathering  dust  at  the  beach  house  for  ten  years,   and  harry’s  been  fixing  them  up.   he’s  a  pretty  decent  mechanic  for  someone  who  uses  la  mer  hand  cream !

not  afraid  to  get  his  hands  dirty !   he’ll  be  at  the  hotel,   sifting  through  drywall  in  his  three  hundred  dollar  chinos,   micromanaging  everyone.   the  workers  wish  he’d  just  go  home   ---   he’s  an  actual  terror  to  have  on  a  construction  site.

dated  a  masterchef  finalist  a  few  years  back  and  picked  up  a  few  things.   the  relationship  didn’t  last  but  his  passion  for  cooking  did !   could  absolutely  see  him  throwing  dinner  parties  in  his  huge  empty  house  simply  because  he  can’t  stand  to  be  alone.

has  hated  flying  ever  since  he  lost  his  mom.   he  kind  of  has  to  suck  it  up  for  work,   but  it  makes  him  anxious  and  crabby  and  he’s  fucked  up  for  the  whole  week  beforehand.

lifelong  rich  boy  has  no  idea  how  much  things  cost.   see  below   :

#irvingintro #plunk

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          hello, it’s nora again…. hitting u with another child (i cnt resist). this is rory, a he/they local indie softboi who is the definition of tender. has a burner phone and doesn’t use social media. does techno dj sets. plays the synth loudly through the night if u live in port apartments his room always sounds like a space ship just landed. deals weed around the seafront on his rollerskates (high five gays and gals). hates that he can’t get new light up wheels on ebay because ana coto made rollerskating cool again. as is tradition, here’s the pinterest board. this intro is recycled?? so if there’s mistakes, idc sue me??? and be sure to like and subscribe for more unboxing content x

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    * TIMOTHEE CHALAMET, DEMI-BOY / GENDERFLUID + HE / THEY  | you know RORY BERGSTRÖM, right? they’re TWENTY-THREE, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, TWO YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to STAR WARS THEME / CANTINA BAND (12″ DISCO MIX) BY MECO like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole BED HAIR FROM A PERMANENT STATE OF SLUMBER, CALLOUSED FINGERTIPS FROM STRUMMING BASS INTO THE EARLY HOURS AND DJING INTO THE BLACKLIT NIGHT, SELF-HELP BOOKS THUMBED ONCE AND THROWN BENEATH YOUR BED, thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is MARCH 5TH, so they’re a PISCES, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nora, 25, gmt, she/her )

aesthetics.

bed hair from a permanent state of slumber, calloused fingertips from strumming bass into the early hours and djing into the blacklit night, self-help books thumbed once and thrown beneath your bed, battered copies of choose your own adventure books, spliffs passed half-arsed across rooftops while light pollution obscures low-hanging stars, marxist literature in stacks against your bedroom walls, a burner phone twice-shattered and a stash of replacement sim cards.

tw ocd, anxiety, drugs

half-swedish, half-british. the swedish is on his mother’s side. he’s bilingual but thinks in english. only really speaks swedish around his mother. only child, and kinda put a lot of pressure on himself to be the perfect kid when he was young, but his parents are honestly, quite decent? and just want him to have a nice life, they don’t care if he isn’t successful or rich or anything, they’re honestly rather solid. (wow imagine having nice parents, a first for all my characters, im literally this meme)

grew up in peckham, a suburb of london. growing up, his mum was a model / actress / waitress who later retrained as a speech therapist and his dad worked in her majesty’s service at buckingham palace. his dad wasn’t allowed to tell his family what his job entailed but rory suspects it’s probably very boring and just involves a lot of…. logistics n security.

was bullied a lot at school. [cole sprouse voice] he didn’t fit in and he didn’t want to fit in. unironically wore a trenchcoat covered in badge pins to school every day of his life. spent most of his lunchtimes in the library because it was his safe space. as a result he knows…. loads of useless information because 30% of his school years were spent reading anthologies on space and the vikings etc. would be good on a game show. obsessively recorded every episode of university challenge as a child.

rory is obsessed with greek mythology (queer allies, i hear u and appreciate you)

middle-class and lowkey quite wealthy but rarely talks about money, one of those well-off people who still wears really old shitty shoes and only spends money if they absolutely have to

into star wars, not into the big bang theory. feminist. can’t watch horror movies

favourite film is where the wild things are. also loves the florida project. thinks kids are the sweetest thing and can’t wait to be a dad to some. right now is dad to one cat, whose name changes on a daily basis (identity is constantly shifting, duuuuude), but they were originally named ‘wheezer’. currently the cat is called thomas o’malley after the alley cat in the aristocats / rory’s first crush

rory's been musical for as long as they can remember. first picked up guitar because he thought it would make this girl esther who he was in love with like him, but he just ended up falling in love with music instead.

formulated several different bands as a kid but ultimately had to give it up cos he was quite controlling and got fixated on making a certain sound so it wasn’t really fun for the others. got into electronic music because it was something he could do basically on his own and keep tweaking until he got it perfect

always drumming their fingers or strumming invisible guitar strings. tends to avoid parties bc he has quite has specific tastes when it comes to music and doesn’t like listening to r&b for eight hours while people throw up into plastic cups.

a techno connoisseur. has been making electronic music since he was about twelve.

after his parents divorce, when he was fourteen, rory & his mother moved to run-down suburban neighbourhood, pittsfield, massachussets.

big into photography. he mostly uses a canon 35mm camera, but occasionally uses disposable ones when he wants that more rustic feel.

moving to the states, their photography became more focused on suburban neighborhoods and are often quite dark and cinematic (think gregory crewsden). here are some shots of pittsfield i really like which rory has on his wall [1] [2] [3]

falls in love 12 times a day. never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. gets sweaty when someone cute looks at him. flirting?? what?? would prefer to idealise them from a distance

gender??? hm. rory doesn’t really know where they fit just yet, sometimes rory feels like a guy and sometimes they dont feel like anything at all. identifies as genderfluid / non-binary but pronouns within that shift a lot. isn’t really bothered, cos they think it’s a social construct anyway. uses he/they pronouns interchangeably, but feels like ‘he’ is more fitting. won’t necessarily pull anyone up on it cos he knows having an identity that’s constantly…. in flux.. can be annoying for others … and doesn’t want to be a burden even tho it isn’t at all?? rory internalises guilt

everything is socially constructed. mirrors let you move through time. the whole thing’s a metaphor. he thinks he’s got free will but really he’s trapped in a maze. in a system. all he can do is consume. people think it’s a happy game. it’s not a happy game — it’s a fucking nightmare world, and the worst thing is, it’s real and we live in it

has ocd. tries to let it affect his life as little as possible, but obviously it’s incredibly hard to control a compulsive disorder. was teased for it at school when other kids started to notice. he was obsessed with the number five, would wash his hands five times, count stairs i groups of five, he could only use the corridors in one direction and always had to keep his hands busy. it manifests itself in hyper-fixations (trains when he was a child – specifically steam engines – then later he became obsessed with space and the patterns of constellations, and now he’s obsessed with synthesizers) and repetitive behaviours like counting stairs. doesn’t really affect his social life at all, he can jst get a bit locked-on n hyper-focused sometimes.

has insomnia. barely ever sleeps. finds it hard to switch off from work / writing / gaming / whatever’s preoccupying him in that moment. he’s always awake at 5am and quite often sleeps in late so you’ll see him on the way to get groceries at 12pm still in pyjamas

secretly a small-scale drug dealer, only does weed n some party pills. rollerskates around irving dealing cos they dnt have a car

likes: techno, the webpage cats on synthesizers in space, allen ginsberg, vintage gramophones,  floating points, lcd soundsystem, marijuana, soft dogs that let you pet them, late-night strolls talking about the universe, independent films, cigarettes, herbal tea, gallows humour, long showers, brown eyes, tchaikovsky, dr. seuss, constellations, photography, late night jazz, vintage game boys and girls who could rip his still-beating heart out of his chest and use it as an ashtray. dislikes:  weddings, funerals, formality, button-up shirts that people actually button-up, bananas, hot coffee, social media, people who watch and play sports, rap music – especially of the misogynistic variety, indie wankers in wire-framed glasses that play ed sheeran songs at open mic nights.

plot ! with ! me ! i’d say all the usual “exes fwb hookups spiel” but rory… is very tender and tame… i feel like a deer in the headlights of love……. so give me

skate gang skate gang m*therf*ckin skate gang - rory is tryna get better at skateboarding but basically moved to irving for the beach skating scene

rory’s only been here 2 years they moved after they dropped out of art school but i think they’d have some friends, maybe the friend who originally persuaded them to come to irving cos rory’d just dropped out and was feeling shitty n they were like hey dude come chill on the beach with me 

people who are also into techno and are music snobs about it,

people who love all kinds of music,

people who are in bands that maybe rory’s recorded and produced stuff for,

people he actually jams with (he plays bass and synth)

ok so rory used to have this band called dogs die in hot cars, he was the bassist, there was also a lead vocals /guitarist and a drummer. this is super lame but i made a playlist of the kinda songs they’d make a few years back, u can listen to it here, if ur character is musical and they’d vibe with that and u think they’d be a good fit hmu x

honestly i want some nerdy as fuck DND campaign group. maybe he even used to LARP and now tries to hide that part of himself to be ‘cool rory’

an anime comic book group or some shit 

people rory knows from open mic nights and gigs n they literally don’t even know each other they just nod and say hey buddy how’s it hanging and that’s the extent of their relationship

library girlfriends / boyfriends that he stares at longingly while paging through leatherbound volumes 

gamers !!! social recluses !!! hermits !!

people he deals weed to on his rollerskates (why r all my characters obsessed with rollerskates)

hm i used to say NO HOOK UPS but now that rory has !Evolved! ig we can do hook up plots if u want but he’s not tht good at divorcing sex from emotion?? like he  hooked up w teddy once (rip) n felt hopelessly in love so..... if u want soft plots b prepared for crippling sadness.......

discord me for plots u know the drill. rip diana babycakes you would’ve loved the disco remix of star wars theme cantina band x

#irvingintro #dj play kill your local indie softboi xxxx #muses.

[solitvdcs]

* kathryn newton, cis female + she/her | you know zoey simon-archer, right? they’re twenty-three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, eight years? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to a little wicked by valerie broussard like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole black clothes and black coffee, dark under eye circles barely covered with concealer, might put a hex on you thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is august 10, so they’re a leo, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

TRIGGER WARNING: CHILD ABANDONMENT

basic info

full name: zoey tallulah simon-archer

birth date: august 10, 1997

pronouns: she/her

hometown: boston, massachusetts

sexuality: bisexual

height: 5’1”

eye color: blue

hair color: blonde

build: slim

tattoos: one of her younger siblings doodled on her arm and she said ok i see u and made it permanent

piercings: basically every piercing you can get on your ears split between both (no piercing is in the same spot except maybe the earlobes, she thrives on the chaos), septum

style: if it’s black and shapeless then yes

favorite color: black

favorite food: whatever she can find in the house while scavenging at 3am

zodiac: leo sun, scorpio moon, capricorn rising

mbti: istp

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

enneagram: type 4 wing 5

temperament: choleric/sanguine

alignment: chaotic neutral

bio bullet points

CHILD ABANDONEMENT TW it’s unclear how zoey came into this world, but what we do know is that she was dropped off on the doorstep of a fire station before her birth mom disappeared into the night. no note, no keepsakes, just two week old zoey wrapped in a nondescript blanket that was probably the one the hospital wrapped her in. the rest of her childhood was a blur of failed adoptions and shitty foster homes across the country (east coast especially), leaving her with no ability to fully connect with anyone and, okay, maybe a mild anger problem. rage blackouts weren’t uncommon, but in one foster home they had an old nintendo 64 and she learned to channel her anger through video games instead END TW

along came the archers, a lesbian couple that already had twelve other children. zoey was fifteen already and had fully expected to age out of the system and end up another statistic. for a good year after the adoption was finalized, zoey still didn’t trust that they wouldn’t send her back, so she acted out. she wanted to give them an excuse and get it over with, but her tactics went unnoticed in a cheaper by the dozen-esque household. her new moms couldn’t give her the attention she craved with so many bodies, but her older siblings stepped up and tried to make her comfortable. it sort of worked, but being smack dab in the middle of so many kids meant she faded into the background more often than not

at school, she thrived without trying, a natural aptitude for math and science and mechanics landing her a place on the robotics team, but because her many siblings had already made names for themselves, the archer name was almost like a curse for her. she didn’t want to be known as another archer adoptee, so she went by the name she’d carried with her from birth: simon. zoey simon could be her own person, whoever the fuck that was

one day, the robotics coach brought in their old computer for anyone who wanted to tinker around with it, and wanting an excuse to stay out as long as possible, zoey jumped on the opportunity. over the course of the semester (with the coach’s guidance) she took apart and put it back together again, upgrading it with some donated parts from a local electronics store. the best part? coach let her keep the computer after she was done

obligatory at some point she cheated on frankie with both sutter and ziggy ✌️😗

anyway we’re onto college, where she got hella scholarships and grants for being a girlboss and ended up at university of michigan, studying mechanical engineering. money was still tight, though, so she spent her first year trying to balance studies and a part time job at the local superstore, but her mental health and grades started suffering to the point that she almost lost her scholarships for her second semester. Between semesters, over a night of video games with her roommate, she offhandedly suggested zoey start live streaming her playthroughs. it may not make all that much, but a few viewers and subs would be better than nothing

but oh boy did she do better than a few viewers and subs

using a digital rendering of a random avatar and a voice modulator, psychozomatic was born, and they blew up. popular streamers started inviting her to their servers, and she made enough to cover all of her extra costs and then some — she graduated summa cum laude because of streaming, but she couldn’t stop after graduation; she was doing something she loved and getting paid for it. that’s what people always hoped for in a job, right? so after graduation, she fabricated a job to her friends and family to explain the income, moved into her own apartment with a soundproofed second bedroom (that she kept under lock and key for whenever anyone came over) and kept up the facade. it’s been five years and nobody even knows she’s a girl — female streamers get so much shit, she’s not sure she ever wants to do a face reveal. she’s perfectly content for the time being having everyone think “zo” stands for “lorenzo” or “vincenzo” or whatever, and being a faceless streamer means she gets the weird blend of notoriety and anonymity that she craved her whole life

personality wise, zoey is a mash-up of deadpan humor and snark. she’s never been good at face-to-face communication, which is why streaming works so well for her. she’s never known how to flirt and has been known to tie someone’s shoelaces together in an attempt to get their attention, which has obviously not worked out for her. once showed a person she thought was cute the computer she built and well...they were impressed but nothing came out of it. she’s probably a lost cause, but she can just play a dating simulator if she’s that lonely

is big on first person shooter games — the main reason she keeps her identity hidden, because people get nasty in those lobbies. also absolutely loves horror games, currently doing a playthrough of resident evil village on her stream

wanted connections

fans of her stream !!! obviously they wouldn’t know it’s her but it’ll still give her a lil smile and maybe even a blush if she hears someone talking about “zo”

other gamers she’s played with ???

people she met in the foster system

someone who has a crush on her and she has no idea bc she can’t read people (and vice versa)

friends of her siblings that had no idea she was one of them (i’m mean to her bt i think it wld be funny)

i’ve been working on this intro for like a week this is all i got pls take it and run <3

#irvingintro #u would think for how long i've been working on this it wld be longer but no <3 #anyway enjoy xoxoxoxo

[smalltragedycuckhold]

;; LYDIA ROSEMARY MONTGOMERY — SPARKNOTES EDITION.

* anya taylor joy, cis woman + she/her | you know lydia montgomery, right? they’re twenty-three, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, nine years (on and off)? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to cheerleader by st. vincent like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole handwritten love letters with kiss-stained envelopes, dripping candle wax and burnt fingertips, sarah paulson screaming, sobbing, crying thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is june 22nd, so they’re a cancer, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 22, est, they/them )

today’s shuffle includes: cheerleader / st. vincent, its different for girls / of montreal, shut up kiss me / angel olsen.

MINOR MENTIONS OF ABANDONMENT, FAMILIAL DEATH.

profile.

full name: lydia rosemary montgomery.

birthday: june 22nd, 1998.

big three: cancer sun, gemini moon, leo ascending.

unspoken label: the chameleon.

sexuality: bisexual.

current mood: furious 😡😡😡

current location: [[[cannot be found]]]

last tweet: whoevr stole my depop package off my front step UR ASS IS GRASS !!!!!

PINTEREST.

summary.

the result of a grey’s anatomy affair plot gone terribly wrong  (our location? nyc baybey)<3 never knew her dad bt her mom spoke of him like he ws spun of gold, straight frm dreams (spoiler: he was NAUT).

very lonely growing up bc her mom worked all the time n wsnt able 2 rly. emotionally b there fr her. n so wld try 2 attach herself 2 any parental figure. notorious fr tantrums, tattletales, and copying evry action of her popular classmates <3 was ... generally disliked.

thought tht if she proved her worth n ws jst. the very best at everything tht maybe her dad wld reach out 2 her bt she ws nvr met with any. acknowledgment. ws nvr actually the best at anything. not in grades or ballet (her dance instructor stopped her one day jst 2 tell her she’d never make it into a company [lydia abruptly quitting afterwards]) or modeling.

marina vc. feel like the worst so act like im the best aka fake it until u make it aka copying the upper eastside manhattan private school girlies to the best of her ability. jst catering to whoevr she deemed the most influential. 

jst learnt 2 mold herself into whatevr form smbdy wanted her in whether it ws the perfect friend or girlfriend or whatevr. fake! it! until! u! make! it! only 2 ultimately always end up as the bridesmaid, nvr the bride. took crit. psychic damage frm this.

anyways if u cant b the best then u might as well lie abt being the best. became a bit of a habitual liar n thus built a web of them. wld introduce herself w whole new accomplishments n experiences n parents n smtms names too.

(death mention) she ws already deep into this when she started spending summers in irving at the infant age of 14. wld rly build up her nyc experience 2 all the locals n wore all the knock off designer goods she cld purchase w her tiny allowance n holiday funds. wanted 2 b mysterious n cool n city chic. made her grandmother (whom she stayed with) swear on her life 2 nvr expose the truth. n she truly did take it 2 her grave.

found perhaps the one thing she ws genuinely good at during her senior yr of high school, when she’d chosen fashion as one of her electives. masterful at the practical aspect, the skill. bt creatively she hd nothing 2 offer. nt a single original thought in tht brain of hers. n then she majored in public relations! tho the goal ws mostly 2 find a rich or soon-to-be-rich partner n live her best housewife life i wnt lie. 

suffers identity loss when nt surrounded by ppl she cn mimic so she joined a sorority n p much got as close 2 being a socialite as she cld get without actually having any pull 2 her name.

playing pretend is expensive hwevr so she decided to go into freelancing. by sewing her own knock offs n selling them like. out of her own closet essentially. bt this got her some bad attention n after a liddle bit of panic she fled 2 her grandma’s old house in irving, north carolina n moved here permanently pretty recently <3

main ideas.

she still sells knock offs on depop find her @lydiadesignerdeetz411.

giving me bratz tweevil twin anastasia tremaine sharpay evans vibes bt a little less rancid n maybe a little more sad instead.

literally doesnt blink when ur talking to her.

online schools @ a nearby university n is one of the social media interns of a company. when she’s feeling particularly upset she’ll post passive aggressive (or straight up distressing) tweets n captions on their official accounts. they hvn’t been able 2 pinpoint which intern it is.

tht being said she is a mess. changes her personality 2 fit whoever she’s talking to, desperate 2 appeal 2 their interests n aesthetic n vibes.

connections r everything nowadays. does not talk abt her parents like evr. she loves her mom bt its like. ruff. complicated. onion layers. 

bad habit of attaching herself 2 ppl until ultimately breaking all contact whenevr she feels necessary. hs burnt many bridges!

takes things personally n generally is pretty sensitive. will overreact w a theatrical flair tht cld almost b comedic if it wsnt a little embarrassing of a 23 yr old. why she does this?

falls in love all the time, everyday, n social media is her bff. n her diary. n her detective sidekick. also experiences heartbreak all the time everyday </3 :D

cries everyday probably tbh abt smth small usually bt. smtms not

hides her. frankly intense nature or maybe instead accentuates it instead with her ballerina posture, model’s demeanor, etc. etc. upright, chin high. intimidating only until she meets you w an outrageous claim.

fuckin loves gossip. will spread ur shit. has loyalty bt also has no loyalty. jst cant help it she loves a good reality show.

a little bit mean n a little bit jealous n a little bit alexis. defensive when confronted.

oddly sentimental.

collects heart-shaped mirrors of all varieties. her room is adorned. she’s obsessed w hearts, flora, and gold accents <3

gaudy n excessive as fuck. loves spring colors n silky fabrics.

is both very empathic n very apathetic. doesnt know often if she’s crying fr others’ bc shes sad fr them or bc she jst feels the need to? simply does not know herself.

she cares is jst. unsure of hw to share it in a way tht cld evr b genuine. unfortunate!

a smoker :/ bt she uses cigarette holders <3

likes the aesthetic of like. classic art bt doesnt knw shit abt it. fake it until u make it.

easily impressionable bt also a firm gatekeep gaslight girlboss. has layers.

cries on tiktok specifically.

will let u back into her life bt also holds lifetime grudges. ur jst setting urself up fr a life of passive aggression n rly cold air.

ultimately is jst very lonely n doesnt knw hw to settle with it. desperately wants to b able to fall back on smbdy bt it isnt happening n prob shldnt

chronic hypocrite. materialistic, fianicially irresponsible. often selfish n immature. overthinks n idealizes.

hs a high shrill nervous laugh.

says shes patient bt u cn clearly tell she is extremely impatient. either over-prepared or under-prepared.

still wishes on dandelion puffs n shooting stars n every 11:11 even tho nt a single wish of hers’ hs come true.

fuckin loves romance novels. period/historical dramas n romances. erotica novels!

la croix fan :/

she IS going to hv a bleach blonde to redhead to shorter redhead arc i already know it. i hv the resources.

her only two modes r garfield n hummingbird. this makes sense. shes jst out of this realm. this plane. shes living somewhere surreal where life needs 2 cater 2 her. bt we love her fr it.

connections to b formed. ;)

#irvingintro #the shortest intro ive done n its nt even tht short. its alrite. a skim. #abandonment mention #death mention #nothing srs!

[juvinile]

* REECE  KING ,  CIS MAN  +  HE / HIM  |   you  know  ROMAN  WILLIAMS ,  right ?  they’re  TWENTY THREE ,  and  they’ve  lived  in  irving  for ,  like ,  THEIR  WHOLE  LIFE ?  well ,  their  spotify  wrapped  says  they  listened  to  I’M  NOT  A  VAMPIRE  BY  FALLING  IN  REVERSE  like ,  a  million  times  this  year ,  which  makes  sense  ‘cause  they’ve  got  that  whole  TRYING  TO  LIGHT  CIGARETTES  WITH  WET  MATCHES ,  WEARING  A  MASK  UNDER  A  MASK  UNDER  A  MASK ,  THE  ROOF  CAVING  IN  ON  DECREPIT  CHURCHES  thing  going  on .  i  just  checked  and  their  birthday  is  OCTOBER  30TH ,  so  they’re  a  SCORPIO ,  which  is  unsurprising ,  all  things  considered .  

trigger warnings include  ...    religion ,  satanic  worship ,  drugs

AESTHETICS :

trying  to  light  cigarettes  with  wet  matches ,  wearing  a  mask  under  a  mask  under  a  mask ,  the  roof  caving  in  on  a  decrepit  church ,  sympathy  for  the  black  cat  and  all  of  it’s  misfortune ,  scratches  on  the  door  frame  of  the  house  you  grew  up  in ,  scuffs  on  the  soles  of  your  shoes ,  lucifer  was  an  angel  once  too .

STATISTICS :

full  name :   roman  terrell  williams

age / dob :   twenty - three  /  october  30th

gender :   cis male

pronouns :   he / him

zodiac :   scorpio

orientation :   demisexual

faceclaim :   reece  king

pinterest :   HERE!

BIOGRAPHY :  

roman was born in irving in the middle of a particularly cold and frozen winter. as his parents  –  infamous local church leaders gerold and delilah williams  –  would predict, this will set the tone for a lonesome life to follow.

he grew up in a large home on the outskirts of town, alongside his parents, his older brother, and a rotating cast of members of his parents’ church. at any one point in time, there could be four or five other families living with the williams. roman, shy and introverted, resented this lifestyle from an early age.

gerold and delilah’s beliefs lead to extremely strict parenting. roman wasn’t allowed out of his house for anything but school. there was no television, no extracurriculars, no friends. he was driven to compete for his parents’ attention, against the children of the church community and religion itself. the church was always his parents’ first and favorite creation. how could roman compete with god himself?

the rumors began circulating around irving, it seemed, the first day the church was erected on the side of that dying hill. what started as harmless gossip grew into popular local folklore that the “harvest church” was grown out of satanic worship, that their practices were immoral, wicked. roman carried with him the same reputation, making life at school almost impossible, relentlessly targeted by the other children.

run like something of a monarchy, roman’s older brother titus had been raised from birth to take over the church. roman was the disposable second son. the spare. this didn’t lead to a close sibling relationship.

by the time roman entered high school he had severed his ties with his family’s church as much as possible, but wasn’t able to leave the home, held with a titan’s grip. he was an outcast at school, a black sheep in his family. he began rebelling against house rules, took up the use of several drugs, with a preference for mushrooms and weed. his family resented him for it. life was never easy.

in the end, roman chose not to attend college and instead began work at the palm motel. it’s a quiet business, one of keeping secrets and looking the other way, and roman found himself drawn to it a bit. despite resenting everything about his upbringing, in the end, he found he wasn’t brave enough to leave home. maybe he was destined for nothing at all.

WANTED  CONNECTIONS :

an ex from highschool ??  i know it’s overdone but. i want enemies for this man. ..  it was probably a strenuous relationship. roman does a lot of pushing away. he was also only just coming in to his own. we can hc a lot of it but roman probably did the breaking up. he was going through a lot.

childhood enemies. they never got along. roman holds grudges. definitely been fights, physical or otherwise. maybe still even are. possibilities for reasoning endless. maybe they never hated roman at all and he’s just sour about them and has the wrong idea, maybe they’ve made amends. who’s to say?

a close circle. roman doesn’t like them, necessarily, but he doesn’t hate them either. not all the time. and he holds onto them like a lifeline, even if he doesn’t show it.

someone he’s beefing with a lot lately. a new rival because roman never stops making those. just feel like it would be fun for people to be mean but it not be a big deal, like playful?? idk what i’m saying

someone he wants to really know him but he just. can’t open up. angst. :/

anything really this is my weakness in writing intros i’m truly bad at wanted connections but if anything strikes you as something u could play out w roman pls message me im down for anything

#irvingintro #religion tw #drugs tw #satanic worship tw #its jst a mention its not. #real. #bt putting it jst to be safe #ˏˋ ◟ * ROMAN WILLIAMS ／ BIOGRAPHY. ˎˊ

[svltairs]

*   🕊  𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆

* emily alyn lind, demigirl + she/they  | you know philomena lange, right? they’re twenty-two, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, one month? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to don't dream it's over by crowded house like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole a bird escaping it's cage for the first time, smoking on rooftops at two in the morning, standing up out a sunroof while the driver's going over the speed limit down the highway just to feel something thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is july 5th, so they’re a cancer, which is unsurprising, all things considered.

trigger warnings: cults, child abuse, alcohol & drug use, overdose

*   🕊   ABOUT  PHILOMENA  .

philomena was born into a situation no child should be in. she is the youngest of two children born to two religious fanatics who gave up their secular lives and all earthly possessions to follow a charismatic cult leader out into the middle of nowhere, montana to join the ranch. he claimed to be a direct line to god and that the only way that their souls could be saved would be to follow his teachings. 

while a part of the ranch, philomena’s parents brought eight children into the world — six sons followed by two daughters. at the ranch, sons were certainly prized over daughters and the abuse that philomena and her sister faced at the hands of their parents, especially their mother, was rampent and pervasive. 

philomena’s spirit wasn’t easily broken. she was always a curious child, one who would wander a little too far to the borders of the ranch’s sprawling acerage. it was there that she became friends with the son of the farmer that owned the parcel bordering theirs, sometime in her early teens. he was her only connection to the outside world and she reveled in it. he’d bring her books that she kept hidden, fantastical stories that she’d lose herself in, her most favorite and most treasured being the first book he ever brought her, alice’s adventures in wonderland. 

both philomena and her sister were promised to be wed to other members of the ranch, both cruel men who would have struck the fear of god into philomena if she still believed in such an entity anymore. but helena, being the older of the two, was to be wed first. and it was put off as long as it could be. for nearly a year philomena and helena were able to convince the other members of the ranch that helena was very ill and was in no condition to be wed. the leader of the ranch was staunchly against all forms of modern medicine and they were able to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes for a bit. until their parents simply did not care anymore and decided helena would be wed even in her condition. 

on the eve of helena’s wedding, philomena and helena made a run for it, with aid from philomena’s friend, the farmer’s son. they left with only the clothes on their back, and a small bag each. philomena brought her copy of alice’s adventures in wonderland with her. her friend gave them as much cash as he had, which wasn’t much, and sent them on their way. she still thinks about him sometimes, but has no way of getting in contact with him. 

the two traversed the continental united states, never staying put in one place for too long, and making money any way they could. they picked up a lot of waitressing gigs at roadside restaurants. sometimes philomena would resort to a bit of pickpocketing to get by if need be. they’d find places to crash, whether it be a seedy motel or someone’s couch or a hidden spot under an overpass. 

philomena and her sister were drawn to different things in their freedom. while helena preferred the quiet tranquility of smaller towns, philomena was drawn to the chaos of bigger cities, her favorites being nashville and new orleans. she liked all her senses to be overwhelmed. 

in new orleans, she fell in with a bit of a crowd. it was her first taste of nightlife and she went all in and tried it all. drinking, drugs, you name it, she did it. and she so desperately did not want to leave, but she was losing herself in it all and helena would’ve been a fool not to notice. so her sister insisted that they hit the road again, that they find somewhere to really set down roots, head to the east coast, as far away from the ranch as they could get. 

and that is what has led them to put down roots in irving. they somehow scrounged up enough cash to pay rent on a trailer at lilac ridge. philomena secured herself a waitress position at cutie pies. she’s happy that helena is happy here, but right now, after all that she experienced out on the road, she feels a bit trapped. 

philomena’s very much a wild spirit, but she also like ... does not have much of a filter. she’s a little naive in some ways, but also very blunt. she really does tell it like it is. honestly she’s here for a good time, not a long time. 

#irvingintro #hehe #here she issss #also ... she goes by she/they pronouns #rn she's more comfortable w she bc thats what she's been referred to as her whole life but #i think over time she's going to start using they a bit more so !!! #u can refer to philomena as either !

[hiqhtide]

* alex  fitzalan,  cis  man  +  he  &  him    |  you  know  casey  pearson,  right?  they’re  twenty  four,  and  they’ve  lived  in  irving  for,  like,  their  whole  life?  well,  their  spotify  wrapped  says  they  listened  to  head  up  high  by  fitz  like,  a  million  times  this  year,  which  makes  sense  ‘cause  they’ve  got  that  whole  strawberry  soft  serve  dripping  on  to  the  pier,  sand-filled  socks  and  salt  water  hair,  waiting  for  the  perfect  wave  thing  going  on.  i  just  checked  and  their  birthday  is  february  8th,  so  they’re  a  aquarius,  which  is  unsurprising,  all  things  considered.

hi,  i’m  sam  !   i  use  she  /  her  pronouns,  live  in  est,  and  am  currently  in  the  process  of  moving  house  so  blease  forgive  if  i’m  slow  in  dms.   casey’s  a  brand  new  character  but  here’s  what  i  have  so  far  !   <3

dis.cord   :   mike “the situation” wazowski#3655

tw   :   mentions of parental death & drug use

slinging  crab  cakes  and  hush  puppies  by  day,  shredding  the  waves  by  night   —   casey  is  a  familiar  face  among  the  local  surf  scene.   between  his  family’s  restaurant  on  the  pier  and  his  love  of  all  things  sun  and  surf,  he  all  but  lives  with  sand  in  his  shoes.   when  not  working,  casey  can  likes  to  kick  back  at  the  cove  with  his  fellow  irving  lifers.   he  never  misses  a  bonfire  !

casey's  very  first  memory  is  of  the  beach.   a  tender  two  years  old,   the  tips  of  his  toes  skimming  the  cool  water  as  a  woman  he’d  never  know  swung  him  back  and  forth  across  the  shallows.   she  was  young,   he  was  told  once  he  was  old  enough  to  understand,   just  one  year  out  of  high  school  with  little  understanding  of  the  world  and  what  it  meant  to  be  a  parent.   but  oh,   how  she  loved  him.   while  the  rest  of  her  friends  were  off  at  college,   eager  to  escape  the  small  town  they  called  home,   she  pulled  double  shifts  at  the  only  place  in  town  willing  to  take  on  a  single  mom  with  flexible  hours   —   a  family  -  owned  irving  institution  by  the  name  of  pearson’s  fish  fry.

but  with  bills  piling  up,   a  merciless  landlord  breathing  down  her  neck,   and  zero  support  from  her  parents  or  casey’s  father,   there  was  only  so  much  she  could  do.   desperate  to  keep  a  roof  over  their  heads,   she  put  her  trust  in  the  wrong  people,   and  when  they  cornered  her  behind  the  restaurant  one  afternoon  to  collect,   she  paid  with  her  life.

of  course,   that’s  not  what  the  papers  said.   local  restaurant  faces  armed  robbery,   one  casualty.   only  the  pearsons  knew  the  truth,   and  they  refused  to  let  the  media  paint  her  as  yet  another  irving  cautionary  tale.   she  deserved  better  than  that,   and  so  did  her  son.

the  pearsons  were  an  older  couple,   both  multi  -  generational  irvingites  who,   unable  to  convince  biological  children  of  their  own,   already  had  a  few  adoptive  kids  when  casey  entered  the  fold.   they  raised  him  as  their  own,   with  a  firm  but  loving  hand,   instilling  in  him  the  value  of  hard  work   —   easier  said  than  done.

casey  was  always  a  sweet  boy,   albeit  a  bit  of  a  space  case.   head  in  the  clouds,   never  where  he  wanted  to  be  when  he  wanted  to  be  there.   but  he  was  always  drawn  to  the  ocean,   and  at  age  eight,   after  months  of  pleading,   his  oldest  sister  finally  agreed  to  teach  him  how  to  surf.   he  fell  in  love  with  the  sport,   and  the  rest  is  history  !

though  raised  at  1418  orion  avenue,   when  casey  thinks  of  home,   he  thinks  of  pearson’s  fish  fry.   he  thinks  of  darting  around  the  kitchen  with  his  brothers  and  sisters,   dinners  in  the  breakroom  with  his  family  and  the  staff.   though  he’d  been  pitching  in  for  years,   he  graduated  from  allowance - earner  to  paid  employee  at  eighteen.   the  pay  was  meager,   good  enough  to  keep  a  young  man  in  wetsuits  and  weed   —   the  latter  much  to  his  parents’  chagrin.

fast  forward  a  half  decade  and  little  has  changed.   his  parents  stepped  down  two  years  back,   leaving  pearson’s  in  the  hands  of  casey  and  his  four  siblings.   to  say  they  share  the  workload  equally  would  be  a  stretch,   at  least  where  casey’s  concerned.   he  tries  his  best  to  pull  his  weight,   but  fate  just  keeps  carrying  him  towards  the  sand,   towards  the  sea   —   anywhere  but  here.

headcanons  !

casey  is  a  big  fan  of  the  devil’s  lettuce  and  gets  very  introspective  while  high.   he’s  a  notes  app  artiste,   taking  down  thoughts  and  poems  as  fast  as  his  fingers  can  fly.   it’s  not  exactly  a  secret,  but  he’s  somewhat  selective  with  who  he  shares  with  cause  he  thinks  it’s  kinda  silly 😜 

very  romantic  about  things  that  aren’t  inherently  romantic,   but  hopeless  when  it  comes  to  relationships.   usually  winds  up  dating  within  his  friend  group  and  regretting  it  deeply.   he  cares  a  lot,   is  generally  a  sweet  boyfriend,   he  just  kinda  sucks  at  showing  up  for  people  !

cowabunga,  dude  !   casey  uses  old  school  surf  lingo  without  a  single  shred  of  irony.   despite  being  on  the  east  coast,   he  very  much  has  california  boy  energy.

as  a  matter  of  fact,   short  of  the  rare  vacation,   casey  has  never  left  irving.   why  would  he ?   it  has  everything  he  needs.

almost  always  has  a  light  sunburn  across  the  bridge  of  his  nose  🥺  baby

has  a  pit  mix  named  nemo  who  he  takes  for  beach  walks  but  the  second  nemo’s  paws  hit  the  sand  he  plops  down  and  has  to  be  carried  the  rest  of  the  way   <3  the  people’s  prince

to  be  expanded  upon  !

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