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[ lizeth selene,  non-binary, they/she ] — whoa! XOCHITL REYES just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for 6 YEARS, working as a/an WAITRESS AT STARDUST/MUSICIAN that can’t be easy, especially at only 25 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit CHAOTIC and SARCASTIC, but i know them to be OPINIONATED and DARING. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to STATEN ISLAND! — character parallels: mazikeen smith, rosa diaz, santana lopez

BASICS

FULL NAME: Xochitl Soledad Reyes

NICKNAME(S): Xochi

AGE: 25 

DATE OF BIRTH:  August 5th, 1999

CURRENT LOCATION: Havenwood Suites, Staten Island, New York City

PLACE OF BIRTH:  Acapulco, Mexico. 

ETHNICITY: Mexican

GENDER: Non-Binary

PRONOUNS: they/she

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: queer

RELIGION: raised catholic, still spiritual, not involved in the church. 

LANGUAGES: Spanish, English

OCCUPATION:  Waitress at Stardust, front woman for Divine Them

FACECLAIM: Lizeth Selene.

MUSIC CLAIM: Daisy Grenade

VOICECLAIM: Lizeth Selene

PHYSICAL TRAITS

HEIGHT: 5’3

WEIGHT: 105

HAIR COLOR: Naturally dark brown, appears black.

EYE COLOR: Brown, they call them mud brown

PIERCINGS: both of their ears are pierced three times each, a spectrum piercing as well as a basic nose piercing. 

TATTOOS: you can find a tattoo tour here. 

SCARS|MARKS: a smattering of scars all over their body from skateboarding and general roughhousing as a kid. 

SIGNATURE SCENT: Glossier You

PHOBIAS AND DISEASES

MENTAL ILLNESSES: 

PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: N/a

PHOBIAS: 

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER:  Alejandra  Mariana Reyes (nee Martinez)

FATHER:  Emmanuel James Reyes

CHILDREN: none

SIBLINGS: Estefania Reyes, Yahajira Reyes

RELATIONSHIPS:  coming soon

 PETS:  an Australian shepherd puppy, named Joplin.

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC SIGN:  Leo

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

FAVORITE FOODS: her abuela’s pozole verde, paletas de fresa con crema, ramen but like the good kind, garlic butter noodles, tropical fruit salad, hot cheetos either covered in nacho cheese or dipped in cream cheese. 

FAVORITE COLOR: Deep forest green

LIKES:   the way music can settle into your soul so perfectly it almost feels like magic, the smell outside just after it rains, and similarly, the way the sky is a yellow-orange color just then, too, when one day it’s cold and the next there is a patch of daffodils outside of your window. 

DISLIKES:  people who refuse to acknowledge “female” fronted rock bands, pretentious people, especially those who are about art, injustice, 

HOBBIES:  skateboarding,  bike (motorcycle) repair, running as a form of exercise, growing their herbs, community organizing

BIOGRAPHY

PAST

Acapulco, Mexico,  August of 1999.

Xochitl Soledad Reyes is the second daughter of Emmanuel and Estefania Reyes, their first daughter, Estefania is three.  They are pretty sure they’ll stop at two, but a year later Yahajira is born,  rounding out the Reyes family. 

They live on a ranch and the girls spend their days in school, or their summers playing dolls or chasing chickens around their family home. Still, their parents are planning to take them out of Mexico and into the United States, for their safety, their education, and a better life. They don’t talk about the risks, simply the benefits. Xochi is only five years old when they make the trek over. 

America, New York, is so different. They move into a small apartment, with two bedrooms and a fifth-floor walk-up in the Bronx. Their mother, who worked to be a teacher in Mexico, has to go back to basics here, working for tips as a waitress, and her father takes a cash-only job in a repair shop down the street. It’s not easy.  But the girls don’t know that, they have food on the table, they go to school where they are trying to learn a new language, and the rest is just life.  

They all have their things. Estefania is the oldest, and so smart that Xochi knows early on she’ll go places, Ya-ya is fanciful and a handful but smart enough to get by, and Xochi? They made average c’s in school, but they had street smarts, and they preferred to spend their time with their papa in the repair shop than anywhere else, flipping through copies of Rolling Stone and listening to the oldies rock music the guys played in the garage. 

                                    I’ve got sun in my motherfuckin’ pocket best believe.

Xochi is what one would normally call the problem child in the normal early aughts definition of it.  She refuses to wear a dress to church,  she doesn’t care about school, and her free time is spent singing along to her papa’s records and skateboarding with kids her parents don’t approve of.  But they don’t exactly know how to reign it in, and they have two other daughters to care about, too. One’s who will listen and obey.

Xochi sort of falls to the wayside, her parents still take care of her and love her, and she’s sure they always will, but she sort of just floats in and out, her grades are low but not failing but they have no college ambitions, and this is confirmed when they walk into a music shop one day taking in the lines of electric guitars on the wall. She tells her parents she’s going to skateboard, or sometimes, if they can believe, even study when she’s trading volunteer clean-ups for music lessons. It turns out she’s a natural with a decent voice to boost, and suddenly it consumes her.  Music makes them feel something other than dreary school days or weekends spent at the skate park, it ignites something so deep they feel on fire. 

She eventually gets a job at the music store, spare income going to more lessons after helping out at home, and their thoughts are simply rock and roll, much to their parent’s chagrin.  

Xochi watches as her older sister goes off to college, and she knows in two years she’ll have two options, go off to college,  or stay at home, working at the music shop. She had never considered college as a realistic option, and her grades weren’t up for it anyway,  and after watching her sister go through the process with applications as well as DACA, she wasn’t sure she wanted to, either way.

When senior rolled around, Xochi found themself with a job in her dad's repair shop part-time, a degree she didn’t plan on using, and a brand new pink Fender Stratocaster.  Her parents would let her pursue music if she took it seriously, and so the search for a band began.

A lot of the auditions were mostly a miss, until meeting BAND MEMBER A and BAND MEMBER B, they connected right away,  they were all misfits and they all loved music just as much as Xochi, it made forming Divine Them the easiest decision they ever made.

It starts in the garage of the repair shop at night for practice, barely paid gigs at graduation parties, birthday parties and anywhere they could get booked. Sometimes the shows sucked, and sometimes they had to play covers of songs they despised, but it was a good learning experience, and it helped them save up for expenses.  

By the time Xochi was 21, they were playing gigs at dive bars in the Bronx, and living in a three-bedroom apartment on Staten Island with their bandmates.

PRESENT

Xochi is 25 and working in Stardust as a singing server, where most days they sing their favorite show tunes, but recently have found themself as part of a Donna and the Dynamos trio with two co-workers.  Divine Them is still together, and while still playing in dive bars, they’ve also been playing some underground rock shows, and have recently put out an EP, although their goal is to go on tour.  They have a decent number of fans, and have had a few features in local zines, but they haven’t made it big yet. 

Xochi still lives in Staten Island with their other band mates, and they recently adopted an Australian shepherd puppy, naming it joplin.  Xochi recently acquired a motorcycle license, and is working on a used motorcycle for themself. It has become a bit of a hobby for them. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Their sisters, Estefania and Yahajira would be so fun, they all live in New York, so it wouldn’t be implausible for them to see each other, although tumultuous or close relationships are up to plotting!

Their parents! I have perfect fcs for this and would love to have these people that Xochi has a sort of weird back-and-forth relationship.

 Their bandmates/best friends/roommates! Divine Them just clicked when they met, and they had become this rock-solid friend group and band. They all live together in a 3 bedroom in Staten Island, and even if the commute sucks, they make it work!

Romantic connections of all sorts, exes, current hookups, lovers, whatever! Xochi is queer, and to them, this just means they don’t have a gender or sex preference! They like who they like. 

Their tattoo artist! Xochi has a lot of tattoos, and loves getting more, so someone they trust and whose work they love would be so cool! I’d imagine they have a good rapport and just genuinely like each other! 

I would love some activist friends for Xochi, who is very politically active, and likes to involve them self in local movements!

#(i cry a lot but I am so productive it's an art || xochi) #boroughs.intro

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She had to remind herself the entire time that running a mile was a good thing, and that while her muscles just might be screaming later, in the long run, it was for a good reason. But lord, she knew she wanted to eat enough french fries for three people, take a hot shower and collapse onto her couch for the rest of the day. "It literally sounds like heaven, doesn't it?" and maybe that was a little hyperbolic but she didn't mind it so much. "We shall! if you can manage to walk there's a deli around the corner? "

Running a mile wasn't something Gabriel planned, but now here he was, doing just that. At least it was almost over so he didn't have to start questioning himself again. As soon as he reached the end, he was looked towards the woman speaking beside him. A smile came to him easily at her words because nothing sounded better. "I'm so in for that. Sounds pretty amazing right now if you ask me." After all that, he welcomed carbs more than anything, but the coffee did sound nice as well. "You're treat? That's sweet, thank you. Shall we go then?"

#(she had a marvelous time ruining everything || tavi.) #gabe.

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that was the thing about teagan, and their friendship, how days working gruesome hours could easily turn into a night out to relieve emotional aches their jobs may have given, and sometimes, given tavi's line of work, the physical ones too. how utterly refreshing it was to have someone willing to transition from day to night without question and that she in-turn was happy to do so for, too. "sounds like an absolute nightmare, but truly you look amazing, even without the pre-planned outfit. I do apologize that your boss is sucking the fun out of everything though, I do not envy the more corporate side of things. I think that's why I let my people deal with all of that," she waved off the very thought, taking a sip of her drink and shaking her head in answer "not long at all, but you're worth waiting for anyway!"

the concept of day to night outfits was one that teagan had managed to perfect. late nights in the office often meant that she had to roll up to whichever establishment they'd chosen in a slightly tweaked version of whatever she'd put on that morning. that, and the additional pair of heels she kept at the office made certain that she could always pull together the right sort of look for the night. "honestly, i think my boss is out to kill me. or at least, kill my spirit." sure, it was an exaggeration, but after the day she'd had, it was how she felt at the time. "they totally knew i had plans tonight, and kept me late on purpose. i had a cute outfit at home to change into, but no. i'm stuck rocking the corporate chic instead. thank god i keep some trusty tricks in my desk to make sure i look good." her body gave a little wiggle, as she flagged down the bartender to get drinks for the both of them. "you been here long? hopefully you've not been waiting around for ages?"

#(she had a marvelous time ruining everything || tavi.) #teagan. #tw drinking #tw alcohol

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"I could probably use the world's longest most luxurious shower, and perhaps a massage, but if I don't get food and coffee soon I very well might throw a fit, as if I am a child, " she's mostly joking. However, the burning in her thighs is settling in and she's wondering if she could call her driver to pick them up and take them to a diner. It doesn't seem too bad an idea the longer she waits. "Carbs is the perfect start, trust me! Now, shall we? We could walk it, but I'd imagine neither of u have the energy for that."

"I think I could use more than a coffee and carbs," Holly responded from their crumpled-up position in the grass. They'd collapsed ten minutes ago and made no attempt to move yet. A laugh followed several moments later and they let out a huff, bringing their hands up to their ribcage a moment, holding themselves as if somehow that put a stop to the burning in their chest. They couldn't really run, they weren't exactly sure what they'd been thinking when signing up for the 5k. "Carbs might be a good start, though."

#(she had a marvelous time ruining everything || tavi.) #holly.

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open starter @bhqextras

where: the end of run the river 5k

this should have been a breeze, running three miles was nothing compared to her workout routine, but it seemed she was much better at pilates than this because she was dead tired by the time she reaches the finish line. she reminds herself this is for a good cause every time she feels like stopping. she's handed a water bottle and a gift bag full of goodies, and the DJ is playing We Are The Champions which is cliche but kind-of fun. she chugs her water, and wipes the sweat from her brow, and feels the rumbling in her stomach just as much as she hears it. "I don't know about you, " she says to the person next to her "but after all of that? I could a strong coffee and carbs," emphasis on the last one, she raises a questioning eyebrow "you in? my treat for a job well done!"

#boroughs.starter #feel free to assume connections or dm me to establish one! #we're not going to talk about me tagging the wrong blog #it was late!

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sometimes you just needed to dance to music that made you feel nostalgic in the best way possible. one would think that since tavi spent her days dancing it would be the last thing she wanted to do in her free time, but there was a distinct difference in dancing professionally and dancing in a club, the alcohol of course, was one of the biggest differences. tequila flowed through her now like it was her own blood, shots with your friends would do that for you. speaking of drinks, she finds herself suddenly incredibly thirsty, and pushes her way out of the crowd on the dance floor and over to the bar, asking for simply water, though the cocktail the girl next to her orders does look delicious. she's waiting for a bottle of water, and wondering if another sugar drink would throw her for a loop when suddenly there is a man next to her. this is not new, in the sense that the world is filled with random men, so yes, they are always around, but also in the sense that she is a highly femme presenting, and, notably and humbly, she knows she's pretty according to western beauty standards, so men approaching her is just a part of life. He has alcohol though, so she'll give him a pass. "I'll never turn down a shot," she promises, taking hers just after he took his, noting the wink. "though, I'm thinking that drink has ulterior motives, hm?"

Who: Open Starter @bhqextras Assume connections if ya want! :) Location: Retro

Finn had just recently been given ownership of Retro from his father. He was living his best life, the place was practically running itself, had hot people left and right, and all he had to do was sit back and have a drink. He went behind the bar, grabbing the bottle of The Dalmore 50 Year Old Single Malt Scotch Whiskey, it was easily the most expensive thing in the bar but he didn't care, money meant nothing to him. He took notice of someone on the far end of the bar, his interest was peaked so he grabbed two shot glasses and brought the Whiskey with him. Setting the shot glasses down he poured them before setting the bottle down and picking a shot up. "You look like you could use a pick me up." He said with a devilish grin followed by a wink as he downed his shot with ease.

#(she had a marvelous time ruining everything || tavi.) #finnick. #tw alcohol mention #tw drinking #tw alcohol

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coffee was life, as millennial-coded as that sounded. she wasn't sure if at this point, it was the placebo effect, or if the caffeine genuinely was making her feel more alive each day, but either way, it was working. "oh please, don't apologize, I come here every day and can never seem to decide on one thing. variety is the spice of life, right?" a laugh, and another scan of the menu to find the drink in question "you're right, that does sound good!"

open starter. @bhqextras where: higher grounds.

"you should go for the salty caramel oat latte, you won't regret it." maddie shot after a few seconds of staring at the indecisive customer next to her. "sorry." she offered a smile. "you've been staring at the menu for like five minutes."

#(she had a marvelous time ruining everything || tavi.) #maddie.

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growing up in the world that tavi did, she often found herself immersed in celebrations that were not a part of her own culture, her friends coming from different backgrounds meant learning about things outside of her own bubble, and lord had it made her grateful for each and every experience. the holi festival in new york with friends was always something she made sure to do, a celebration with people she held dearly. dressed in all white, covered in brilliant hues, there's a moment when her body collides with somebody else "oh, please, no need, we're bound to bump into each other out here!" she exclaims "the same to you, god, isn't all of this just beautiful?"

Holi Celebration at Prospect Park | Open @bhqextras

She wasn't Hindu herself but had friends who were. That's how she ended being invited to the Holi celebration at Prospect Park. She was dressed in all white, throwing the colored powder in the air when she bumped into someone. "Sorry," she said, quickly moving out of the other's way. "I hope you're having the best day today."

#(she had a marvelous time ruining everything || tavi.) #alejandra.

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#boroughs.task #(she had a marvelous time ruining everything || tavi.)

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tavi could always be relied on for a night out with drinks, even if she had a show the next day, it was a skill she had perfected, the exact amounts of rehydration drink and greasy late-night diner food and paracetamol to combat an incoming hangover, she'd been practicing since she was sixteen. tonight of course, was no exception. she's wearing a short skirt, high heels and a top that dips so low it nearly touches her navel. it's all for inevitable photos, for recognition she's always been used to. she does sometimes dream about shopping in sweatpants though. "it is now!" she shouts over the music, accent strong despite ten years of being exposed to new york's own distinct tone, her glass is slid in front of her next, and she drinks it slower. she's here for her friend, not herself, and that means holding back. "no explanation needed," she doesn't look on in judgement, though the amount and how quickly she's consuming is concerning. "I was just asking what brought all of this on? a quick exit from the 9-5 to a club?"

where: club 51, manhattan. who: open to all, @bhqextras

she'd come straight from the office –– large leather bag dumped at her feet was the biggest tell, form fitting blazer and slicked back hair following closely behind. she'd been immaculately dressed and in the office for seven that morning, ready and waiting to support with whatever fashion drama was thrown at her boss that day. and as much as teagan loved her job, loved the opportunities it gave her, she enjoyed her down time all the more. "is this mine?" she asked, not waiting for an answer before the glass was brought to her lips, draining the liquid from it without much hesitation. an art, she'd argue, that she'd learned to perfect from years of doing the very same. "if you'd had the day i'd had, you'd need this too." teagan confirmed, finger patting at the edge of her lips to ensure not a drop had been spilled. "what was it you were saying?" question came quickly, though she didn't pause for a response as she flagged down the bar staff to ensure another beverage wasn't far behind.

#(she had a marvelous time ruining everything || tavi.) #teagan. #tw alcohol #hope this is okay!

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[ camille razat, cis woman, she/her ] — whoa! OCTAVIA BAUDELAIRE just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for 10 YEARS working as a PRIMA BALLERINA FOR THE NYC BALLET. that can’t be easy, especially at only 34 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit RECKLESS and SELFISH, but i know them to be  ETHEREAL and INTELLIGENT, whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to BROOKLYN!  —character inspo: leighton murray, serena van der woodsen, sutton brady.

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tw smoking, tw mental illness, tw teen pregnancy, tw alcohol, tw anxiety attack

BASICS

FULL NAME: Octavia Clemetine Baudelaire 

NICKNAME(S): Tavi

AGE: 34

DATE OF BIRTH:  November 25th 1990

CURRENT LOCATION: Vintage Lofts, Brooklyn, New York City

PLACE OF BIRTH:  Paris, France

ETHNICITY: Caucasain

GENDER: Cis woman

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: lesbian

RELIGION: agnostic

LANGUAGES: French, English

OCCUPATION:  Prima Ballerina for the NYC ballet

FACECLAIM: Camille Razat

PHYSICAL TRAITS

HEIGHT: 5’6

WEIGHT: 125

HAIR COLOR: Naturally blonde, but currently platinum blonde. 

EYE COLOR: Blue

PIERCINGS: both of her ears are pierced 

TATTOOS: the word “divine” in a delicate script on her left hip.

SCARS|MARKS: sometimes she gets freckles across her nose in the summer, a scar on her knee from playing in her nana’s garden in the south of france as a child

SIGNATURE SCENT: Tom Ford Santal Blush

PHOBIAS AND DISEASES

MENTAL ILLNESSES: generalized anixety

PHYSICAL ILLNESSES: N/a

PHOBIAS: monophobia

RELATIONSHIPS

MOTHER:  Claudette Baudelaire (nee Granger)

FATHER:  Matthieu Baudelaire 

CHILDREN: simone baudelaire (raised as her younger sister)

SIBLINGS:  Etienne Baudelaire, Simone Baudelaire 

RELATIONSHIPS:  coming soon

 PETS: she recently adopted a black cat and named it fish. 

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC SIGN:  Saggitarius

MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good

FAVORITE FOODS: her nana’s blueberry lemon buttermilk waffles, the berry chantilly cake from whole foods, pesto mozzarella and bacon grilled cheeses, cheese-y fries.

FAVORITE COLOR:  dusty lavender

LIKES:  the smell of home-made baked goods, espresso martinis, vintage shopping, rom-coms, that bubbly warm feeling you get when you have a crush on someone, watching PWHL, gossiping with her friends, terrifying men, going to a restaurant and eating her weight in chips and queso. 

DISLIKES:  people who aren’t “girls girls", people who “play devil's advocate”, people who underestimate her, the fact that blueberries are green with the skin off. 

HOBBIES: ice hockey on the weekends, pottery classes, collecting vintage nightgowns, learning about art.

BIOGRAPHY

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Paris, France,  1990. 

Claudette Baudelaire is in labor for the second time, it is raining in Paris and her husband is somewhere probably smoking a cigarette.  Her oldest son, Etienne, just five years old, is in the waiting room with her mother, and she tries not to think about how alone she feels right now, and thinks back to summers in Saint-Tropez instead, before she was a mother or a wife. 

Octavia Clementine Baudelaire is born weighing 7 pounds, and her mother holds her for a total of ten minutes before she is swept up in the arms of her husband, the grandmother, nurses and doctors, and then placed into a bassinet at her side.  

It wasn’t that Claudette didn’t love her two children, she just didn’t know how to be their mother just yet, only 25 with two children. 

Octavia’s childhood is spent at her grandmother’s side, rather than her mother’s, Claudette would ship the children off to the south of france for the summers, and young Tavi would run barefoot through her grandmothers garden, trying to catch butterflies and dig up worms. Often, she would come in covered in mud, her older brother and best friend following close behind. She always had been the ring leader. 

The rest of the year is spent in Paris with their parents,  or, with their nanny while mom shopped or went to the spa, or drank large glasses of red wine instead of eating dinner, or while dad worked, and worked, and sometimes snuck into the house late at night, heading into the shower before kissing them all good night. 

Days were filled with classes, music for Etienne, dance, ballet in particular, for Octavia, they were out of the home well until dinner time, food, homework, bed.  A routine set up for children who didn’t know any better.  Or so their parents thought. Etienne was easier to persuade, but Octavia despised the idea of conforming to her parent’s idea of love, but had no idea how to express it, she would spend time in the ballet studio instead, where she was praised for natural talent, where she soared. 

Whatever their parents couldn’t give them emotionally,  they gave them financially. Toys and games, trips, electronics, whatever their little hearts desired.   Little hearts however grew into big hearts, and the Baudelaire children turned into the Baudelaire teenagers, priveleged and beautiful, the entire world was theirs. 

                                  she had a marvelous time, ruining everything. 

Sixteen year old Tavi only cared about two things, her social life, and ballet. Often times, the two would intermingle. Octavia was a student at the Opera national, and what many would say, one of the best, well on her way to professional dancing, she had just about everything going for her, from being a beautiful dancer, a socialite in her own right and her mothers good looks, Tavi had the entire universe in her hands, and she refused to squander it. Days were filled with school and ballet, nights were filled with parties, galas, drinking with her friends or vacations across Europe, money and status were never an issue, her name was on the list for all of the best clubs and events, and in the morning she’d chug a cup of coffee, a bottle of water, and step back into perfect girl, perfect daughter, perfect student, perfect ballerina energy. 

The one thing that didn’t interest Tavi? Dating. While her friends were coupled off and having fun in that respect, the farthest it got for her was tabloid rumours of dating every boy she ever walked outside with, but Tavi had more important things to worry about, life had too much to offer, and she could tie herself down to someone later, when she accomplished her dreams.  

You know what they say about peer pressure, what started as a virginity pact between friends, and Tavi’s need to stay friends with these girls she grew up with,  ended up with sixteen year old Tavi pregnant, watching the end of her life begin with a pink positive sign. 

This is when Claudette Baudelaire finally acted like a mother. She watched the color drain from her daughter’s face, the way she cried over losing her dreams because of a mistake with a boy she didn’t even have feelings for, and she stepped in, a letter to schools that her grandmother was sick and they’d spend the rest of the year in the south of france, two  promises made,  that this baby would be raised as a sibling, and that Tavi would go on to make her life happen.

Nine months later, Simone Baudelaire was born, a sixteen year age gap between her and her big sister,  Tavi spent an entire month after crying in bed. 

                                give me back my girlhood, it was mine first

Having a baby changes you, no matter what age you are, but when you’re sixteen years old and staring at the face of your baby everyday, watching as your parents raise her like their own, it sort of just fucks you, and you entire life up.  Tavi has no idea how to go back to normal, to parties and dancing, she couldn’t imagine a world separate from the one where she had had a baby, where she was somebodies mother, even if she wasn’t technically. 

But she had made a promise, hadn’t she? She would go on and live her life, go back to school and dancing and her friends, go back to buying matching prada purses with her friends and too short sparkly dresses photographed on front pages of tabloids. 

So she went back, to her friends who obsessed over her semester vacation, wishing they could get away too,  back to late nights at clubs where they kept champagne and high end vodka flowing until dawn, and back to ballet, the only thing that kept her breathing. 

When the anxiety attacks started, she was at a party in someone’s penthouse, she finds herself gulping in cold paris air on a balcony. She smoke’s two cigarettes before she calls it a night, waving goodbye and kissing cheeks before she’s back home in a car that her parents home, with the same driver that used to drive her to primary school.

Ballet becomes therapy too,  she replaces racing thoughts with run throughs. 

                                                 so keep on pretending pretty girl

Tea for two is Simone’s second birthday theme, and Tavi’s last day in her family home, a flat in the center of the city,  more training, more partying, something new with a signature on a lease. Dad pays the rent, pays for training pays for a driver, but he doesn’t pay for the French 75’s at the gay bar that’s a 15 minute walk from her place.   

She is 18 and kissing girls in dark bars and discovering that maybe she didn’t care for boys because this is what life is all about, drinking lemony drinks and kissing women with pillowy lips.  In the morning though, she pretends none of it happens, but the lingering smell of jasmine perfume lingers on the pillow next to her. 

It takes her years before she can admit to herself that she likes girls, 21 years old with her first girlfriend,  it’s dinners at home and secret meetings until she’s broken up with. It goes like this a lot for a few years, but there is a bit in her stomach that she thinks might swallow her whole if she tells anyone else.  

This is something that is just for her.

25 is a milestone, her mother had two kids by now and it reminds her that she had one at sixteen, a nine year old girl back home that she barely even knows outside of postcards and pristinely wrapped gifts sent in the mail. 

25 comes with a move to America because the NYC ballet has been after her for years and she finally gives in, Paris feels stifling and she needs a change of scenery.  Daddy buys her a loft in Brooklyn and she jets off the first chance gets. 

Days are filled with too much caffiene and eight hours of rigorous training, nights are filled with drinks in dark bars of clubs that have her name on a list somehow, or gallery openings, or gala’s that have her parent’s name on the donors list. There are still paparazzi when she comes out the doors past midnight, stumbling a little too much.  She goes from the Paris’  It Girl to New Yorks

Life is a lot like Paris but its more than three thousand miles away from everything she’s ever known and that makes her feel more alive than ever. 

PRESENT

Nine years later and Tavi is 34 years old, living in a Brooklyn loft with windows so big she feels like she’s in the clouds sometimes.  There’s a cat named fish that gets black hair all over lavender pillow cases, and fresh flowers from the market every sunday on her dining table.   She drinks oatmilk lattes daily, consumes sushi from nobu at least once a week, and she has grown obsessed with ice hockey, watching it and playing it. 

She’s still on the cover of tabloids for late night adventures and getting caught smoking with a diplomat in the bathroom at a gala,  but she was also featured in Vogue when she became a principal for the NY Ballet. 

She’s out to everyone but her family and the media.   Everything is good until her sister shows up at her door, freshly 18 with tears streaks down her cheeks and a haunting look in her eyes.  

She knows. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS

Her older brother Etienne, he is five years older than her, and they grew up very close, as best friends. They are still, I would hope, very close, the only two people with the same childhood.

Honestly, I would love to see either of her parents here, they'd both be around 60. Mom is a socialite and dad is in finance.

her best friend group! would love 3 or 4 besties for Tavi that just get her. perhaps the only people outside of her family that know about the simone situation.

the frenemy! would love if it was someone within the ballet world but also could be anything, she's very much a socialite as well so keep your friends close and your enemies closer vibes?

friends from france! you know, those girls she wanted so badly to stay friends with, the girls who were rich and pretty and mean girls which was not the vibe that tavi really wanted to give off, but one she sort of fell into. would love to see them trying to one up each other but in that weird saccharine way.

exes of all sorts! tavi is a lesbian so please keep this in mind, she hasn't dated a cis man since she was in high school!

the beard! oh, tavi is out and proud with the people she loves but she's not ready to let the media dive into her personal life, so sometimes, but especially if she's currently single, she brings this person to events to pass as her "boyfriend" so no one asks questions.

people that she parties with! you know those people you only hang out with to get drinks and dance on bars with? would love a few of these for tavi!

the opposites attract! gosh i would love a woman that is all tattoos and leather in comparison to tavi's tutu's and red lipstick vibes, someone who challenges her!

bring me your ideas! i am so open to anything within reason!

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