#literally everything is a placeholder because im so well adjusted 💗

[thmolineux]

*     ◟    :    𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐤 . 𝙳𝙹 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 . 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌. 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛. 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 & 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 .

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙶𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝙾𝙽 … ? ●●    𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚈 : 𝚅𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻 .    ●    𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚈 : 𝙺𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝚃 .    ●●●   𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚈 : 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳 .   

*     ◟    :    〔   jacob elordi  ,      cis  man    +   he/him    〕      theodore  'teddy'   novak  ,     some say you’re a  29  year  old  lost soul among the neon lights.    known for being both  a  flop  era  survivor ✨  and  a  fuck-up  magnet,  one can’t help but think of  marching  powder  by   hyphen  when you walk by .    are you still a  dj headliner  at the  gravity  nightclub  &  an  associate  of  the  jade  tribe  as  the  prodigal ?    i think we’ll be seeing more of you and  loose  ends,  burner  flip  phones, off-label  jeans  &  glitter  stickers, although we can’t help but think of :  the   son ( bullet  train ),  christopher  moltisanti ( sopranos // many  saints  of  newark ),  michael  gray  ( peaky  blinders )  whenever we see you down these rainy streets .      (     j.  ,      25  ,      they/them  ,    N/A  ,   GMT    +    none  .     )

full googledoc intro tbd pending plotting so for now this is what we get 💅

keeping the bar low like teddy would've wanted <;3

your honour he is literally a wet rag frankensteined from different media babygirls that have one thing in common: serving c*nt and abject failure

𝚃𝚆: 𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙶𝚂/𝚂𝚄𝙱𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙰𝙱𝚄𝚂𝙴 , 𝙺𝙸𝙳𝙽𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝙼𝚄𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁 (<𝟹 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽), 𝙽𝙴𝙶𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃, 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚄𝙼𝙰 𝙴𝚃𝙲. 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙻.

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 … 𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 ?

novak is not his real name.

teddy is also not his real name.

red flaaaag 🚩

born to a criminal family, with origins in southeastern europe but activating primarily in london & manch. ( stay tuned to see this in a wanted plot coming soon in your area ... tbd. if any of his former relatives/connections can still come into play somehow or if they're more of a past coming back up to bite situation )

family dealt with auto theft & stolen goods tr*fficking (esp. machinery & comm tech) and synthetic dr*gs as their specific niche, but they started to branch out into the ✨international hit list✨when teddy was in his teens

as a result of his father's enterprising spirit & determination to piss off every criminal white collar and blue and black, teddy spent his critical development years getting k*dnapped a lot 💗 literally worst school trip ever

initially, teddy was raised as the company's inheritor (sins of the father sins of the sire etc.) and primed to take the reins. however, it soon became obvious that he is a) a liability b) sitting ducks leverage because he's just here getting his ass kidnapped on the daily and c) more damaging to the family capital alive than dead bc homeboy does not have what it takes to hack it in the big bad world

if early years teddy was trauma central, 20s teddy was in his true delulu element. between rehab stints & dropping off the face of the earth whenever he felt like it, he didn't just fumble the bag - he actively jeopardized every one of his father's assignments. he really made dynastic disappointment his brand

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 … 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 ?

it's hard to see the straw that broke the camel's back. hell, sometimes it's even hard to see the camel. maybe it was that one invoice from a private clinic in maui that offered 'energetic detox' as a cure for addiction. charge it to the game, mate. maybe it was the payphone pleas for bail money, each from a different jurisdiction. maybe it was the chain of untenable business ideas (replicant fight club anyone?) in the already-tanked entertainment industry. maybe it was the off-shore ransom calls, really. how many times can a man be asked to ransom his son from a serbian halfway house? it's not like they give air miles for that, do they?

whatever it was: a few years ago, his father stopped.

everything stopped.

the rescue missions. the cash flow. the security back-up.

teddy's father didn't just stop saving him from himself. he stopped saving him from everyone else.

for all the world knew, the fastest rising criminal in the european underworld never had a son at all.

teddy was stunned. struck dumb, that he could be cut off like this - like deadweight. not because he was under any illusion of being anything else, but because he thought he covered his base. he thought he leveraged his charms enough to be loved despite it. after all, he'd been relying on his mother & her side of the family for help for years. he assumed that line would never run slack, regardless of where his father stood on his waste of a son. only it did.

at first, he was convinced it was all over. this, his life - whatever he tried to make of it. if one of his father's rivals wouldn't get to him, then surely the job market would. because honestly, what's a quicker death sentence than capitalism?

then, he thought that maybe being dead to the world isn't as bad as all that.

there's a certain freedom that comes with no longer being the son.

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 … 𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 ?

he went to the place where all lawless, turned-out creatures go - and all things without a name. new york. waste and dead-ends, sure; and boundless opportunity.

surviving the city in its first hungry, desperate years wasn't easy. it's a breakneck tie, what was worse about the whole affair: the poverty or the fear. having fuck-all to fall back on. always being on the lookout. constantly scouting for any hint of recognition; for any guy that knows a guy placing a call behind his back.

for two years, he holds his breath. the drugs help, sure; and then the popularity, the fame, the flow of people and offers and gigs - those help a little, too. he had always been loved; even at his lowest, even when he was not respected, perhaps - he was still loved. sought after. he couldn't be anything but used to it.

he falls in with the jade tribe, recruited on a white night. who knows what came first? maybe they picked him because of his downright psychic fucking knowledge of everyone's predilections; the cued-in awareness of what the gravity clientele needs. or maybe it went the other way around; maybe he somersaulted ranks at the club, made headliner courtesy of his name in some jade capo's pocket.

much like his downfall, teddy doesn't know where his luck began. he can't see the starting point. he just places his bets. he places it all on red.

two years, three years; five. a new moon and a tide changing. and still, theodore novak holds his breath.

the stakes get higher. he starts asking for more; he charges higher people, silent people. he trades in different bargaining chips. he collects data. that's what he is, now: a close kept book of names, and numbers, and needs. of weak points.

he rises higher.

if he was a betting man? if anyone asked him, back there at the start?

he'd have given himself five days.

but to his own surprise, new york has a magnetism for disaster. the only real way to win is sticking it out; staying alive one second longer than the other guy. that guy, there on the floor.

new york isn't conquered; it is survived. and if there's one thing teddy could do, it was enduring.

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 … 𝙳𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 ?

for anybody who cared to look, for anyone who knew how, the boy who goes by theodore novak is everything he's ever been. liability. leverage. treasure. it all depends on who gets to him first. only this time, he isn't sitting idle.

it's a matter of potential; it's a matter of the right offer. the right question. could teddy be turned as a weapon - and if so, against who? his family? their contacts in the new country? the jade tribe?

what is theodore novak, the prodigal son - the boy that was once solomon 'sonny' belkov, looking for? a way out - or a way back?

most days, he doesn't know himself. besides, anyone who's been in new york long enough understands this: too often, a way out and a way back are the same thing.

what matters is that he will not have to wonder whether he's more valuable alive or dead ever again. what matters is not only that he survived, but how he did. what matters is that, when all is said and done, even if new york burns: teddy is covered.

he still has his family's training. better yet: he still has their secrets.

#literally everything is a placeholder because im so well adjusted 💗 #𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 : 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . #LAWLESSINTRO