#closed: daysia

[the-badger-mole]

AU Bot Plots: Aliens Part 2

I am fairly certain I've mentioned this idea before, but I can't find it (because Tumblr's archiving feature is trash). Also, I don't think it was a very fleshed out overview, so I'll do that here. Enjoy!

This fic is one of my more self-indulgent ideas (not quite at the level of self-indulgence as my CaptainMe OUAT fic, but almost). This story takes place in an alternate universe where we have figured out space travel already. The aliens are humans from our planet who are on an exploratory mission. They have a similar rule to Star Trek's Prime Directive, and just as in Star Trek, that rule is often broken. This time it's broken by a young boy on board.

The mission that this ship is on is years long because of the distances they have to cover, so the scientists and crew on board are also travelling with their families (like military families stationed abroad). This kid (let's call him Jamie, age 11) is the middle sibling of 5. He has two older sisters (Allora 23 and Daysia 16) and two younger siblings (Makayla and Brian both 2). They have been on the ship with their parents for years, (the youngest two were born on the ship). Their mother, Octavia, is an astronomer and their father, Jamal, is an engineer. Jamie is eager to follow in his parents' footsteps and work for the space program. His eagerness often gets him in trouble.

Jamie knew he wasn't supposed to mess with the transporter, but he couldn't help himself this time. Planets with life were exceedingly rare, and to find a planet that not only had life, but had sentient, technologically advanced (relatively) life was unheard of. Finding this planet had caused a stir throughout the ship and back on Earth (they can communicate with Earth, but messages take a few days to get there). There were talks of sending a small team of explorers covertly to the surface, after confirming that the air was, in fact, compatible with their lungs. Jamie would never have been allowed to go, but he thought this might be his only chance to ever get up close to a planet like this. So one day, while his parents are busy, and his older sisters are occupied, Jamie sneaks into the transporter room, with the intent of sneaking down to the surface for five minutes and coming right back. But something goes wrong. Instead of being transported to the surface of the planet, Jamie brings back a group of the planets inhabitants. To Jamie's shock, they look like Earth inhabitants. That's all he gets the chance to register before Something Terrible happens and the transporter breaks, trapping Katara, Sokka, Aang, Zuko, Toph and Suki on board the ship. And that is how Jamie got himself grounded for an entire summer.

That's the basic premise of the story. I'm toying around with the space family having super powers of their own (a holdover from my Marvel/ATLA crossover idea). Allora might be preparing to get married (the Gaang would be invited to the bachelor/bachelorette parties). Octavia and Jamal would become the parents the Gaang deserved. I think they'd be aged up a bit, though. Especially if there's wedding festivities for them to be pulled into.

Mostly, though, this story would be an excuse to have the Gaang interact with some of my favorite pop culture artifacts (which is also the main reason why this fic will stay with my CaptainMe fic...on a high shelf in a dark corner of my mind). I love the idea of Iroh encountering the Isley Brothers music, while Zuko and Toph fall in love with heavy metal and rap. Sokka would impress Octavia and/or Jamal and he'd be offered a spot in the training academy (not quite in keeping with the programs rules about not interfering with a planet's societies, but exceptions can be made). He probably won't accept it, ultimately, but it would be a tough call for him. If the family has super powers, there would absolutely be a showdown with Ozai and Azula.

Read the first version of this prompt here

#atla #zutara #au bot plots #alien superstar part 2 #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

[fantasiasworld]

The Life of Fleur Feé

Fleur Feé, 26 — The Fairy Godmother of Fantasia, the leader of the Colorful, and the person responsible for sealing the Dark Fairy up for all those years. While she may look kind, sweet, and motherly, don’t be fooled by her generosity and kind exterior, for in actuality she’s very sharp and cunning, and more often than not, the wishes she grants causes more trouble than not.

She is able to easily charm her way out of a sticky situation and has no qualms with using other people to reach her goals. With that being said, she’s more than happy to grant the wishes of any person’s that comes to her for help. She’s not picky at all when it comes to accepting new people into the team, in fact the Colorful, has almost 100 loyal members in it, though only five are known as the elite ranks.

Appearance

Fleur has long white hair and brown eyes, she’s usually seen wearing all white dresses and pearls. As the Fairy Godmother, she always carries a wand with her.

Fairy Tale

She first rose to fame when she advised Dorothy and her friends to follow the yellow brick road, and defeated the Wicked Witch of the West. She later became known as the Fairy Godmother or The Good Witch. From then on, the story had been adapted into a children story in the human world, known as, “The Wizard Of Oz”, where she played a minor role in, leaving out several important and major details.

Though she’s happy that her little adventure has touched the hearts of thousands of human children, ultimately she doesn’t bother checking or reading the material that humans have conjured up about it. Humans have a funny way of twisting the truth, and it’s been so long since the event happened, that she has long forgotten what really went down.

Relationship

While she is the leader of “The Colorful”, she’s not really close with the other girls. Keeping a respectful distance after making the initial contract/wishes with the girls. Even though she’s not particularly close with any of them, she still keeps close tabs on all of them to make sure that they’re all doing what they’re supposed to do.

Her relationship with Dayanara, however, is a bit more complex than the other girls, since they’re both leaders of the opposing sides. Plus, Fleur is the reason as to why Daysia was even sealed away and made “The Monochrome”, in the first place. However, all that being said, Fleur still holds Daysia close and dear to her heart, and wishes her nothing but the best….though her actions saids otherwise.

When it comes to Amarie, the protagonist, Fleur is intrigued by Amarie and her world and takes her under her wing when Amarie first arrived in Fantasia, for she has never had the pleasure of being around another human since Wendy and that was so long ago.

#oc #fleur feé #fantasia #the colorful

[latestghosts]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ closed starter for @emeraldhazes.

"c'mon, act like you guys like each other!" daysia laughed, a dreamy smile on her face. "unlike like most of the room, we don't have to pretend," she leaned in and wrapped her arms around the other woman as someone got their phone out at the party. it was easy to look happy with her because she actually was. best friends since before she could remember -- daysia always craved more. she pushed the envelope at times, lingering looks and cuddling at sleepovers. she didn't know if the other woman would ever want something like this, but in her arms, everything felt natural and right. she rested her head against the other girl's face as the guy took a picture for his instagram. to be fair, it was a good party. he showed them the picture. "we're so pretty," she cooed, looking over at the other girl. the kid walked away and daysia held onto her friend a little longer. "this place is a little too crazy for my liking. wanna get out of here? go get something to eat, drive around… anything other than this crowded house."

#{ daysia collins. } #ok so i just went with a basic best friends to lovers type of thing and we can plot more from there!! <3

[ourpickwickclub]

The live Nashville show with season 22 Voice contestants is on Nov 30 just like the Barmaggedon launch party. Daysia posted it and it had the tag @Blake Shelton’s bar, but it’s not at Ole Red. It’s at Live Oak which is down the road on the other side of the freeway. (It’s walking distance to some, but not that close). The Ole Red show starts at 7:30. The Voice show starts at 9 but runs til midnight. I wonder if Blake is going to pop in at the end of the Voice show? Maybe that’s why she was confused because she knew he was going to perform or something?? Side note-I’m glad that some of these contestants are finally getting gigs while they are still fresh in people’s minds.

Daysia from Gwen’s team? I didn’t see a post by her. I didn’t realize anything else was happening that night aside from the Barmegeddon event.

— M

[malcolmvramsey]

Mini thread based on this ask with @daysiias​

Malcolm should have known that these truth or dare nights were trouble. The first one had gotten him into a feud with his best friend which had barely ended. Now, he was at odds with all the significant females in his life. When Daysia got dared to ask someone on a date, Mac’s leg shook. His foot tapped lightly against the ground, creating a dull rhythm against the linoleum floor. He hopped she’d drink to alleviate the possibility of anymore drama but as she slowly approached, Malcolm held his breath. Her eyes were scanning the room and he couldn’t help but do the same, except his vision only oscillated between Dominic and Saphira. Their gazes seemed to meet at the same time causing him to sigh. “Day, I--” He gave one final look at his ex before his eyes flickering back up to the curly haired girl before him. “Can we, uh, can we talk about this later? I just.. don’t know if I-- I don’t know if this exactly the right time for us to..” Malcolm dropped his eyes to his cup before taking a sip.  “I don’t know how to put this.. but..” Everything in the room urged him to say no. But he couldn’t find the will to say no. He knew before this night he would have jumped at the chance, but there were so many factors that made him reconsider. Truthfully, he wasn’t even sure what his answer truly was.

#closed: daysia

[mavi-whiting]

It had been a long day, and all she wanted was someone to just chill with. It wasn’t hard to find that person because Mavi lived with the perfect person. Day was easy-going, and very much like Maverick. Pushing herself off her bed, she grabbed her tin that had her rolled blunts in them, and pushed the door open to Daysia’s room. “Wanna watch great british baking show?” She asked, leaning on the door frame, with a lighter in her right hand. 

@daysiias​

#hope this is okay #closed: daysia

[dawsonsawyer]

Cardboard had been piling up in their Blueberry Boulevard’s home recycling bin for weeks. Broken down boxes had consumed the barrels, making the house an eye-rolling sight for the bypassing garbage men. Dawson had just finished the breaking up the last lingering box when he said aloud, “That’s the last one. We’re officially moved in.” He sighed as he tossed the flat cardboard on the counter, not bothering to carry it outside but instead leaning against the kitchen counter to look at Daysia. “I know I was skeptical about the third bedroom at first but having a podcasting, weed studio that we can fondly refer to as The Green Room is not only a luxury but a necessity.” Dawson ran his fingers through his mess of curls, a smile running across his lips as he looked around. “We did pretty good. The only qualm I have is that I wish we got the alien salt and pepper shakers instead of the owls. They have sophisticated bowties but we simply did not pay enough homage to extraterrestrials in our living space and for that I’ll never forgive myself.” 

@daycollins​

#closed: daysia

[jensen-cordina]

closed: @daysiias​

location: outside the graveyard

Jensen was texting Jaz to make sure it was okay for him to leave when he saw a flash of brown hair run past him. “Day?” Jensen questioned. He wondered what got her wanting to jet out of this place, he knew his night was going very well himself. It had started out alright, having a conversation with Talon that kind of made okay with the past but then Henry. Jensen sighed, he still didn’t know where the fuck Henry pre-rejected him came from. “Day! Wait up,” he started to run after her.

#closed: daysia #hope this is okay

[jamesonshq]

“So, I was hanging out with this girl from tinder the other day,” Jameson began as he was hunched over his rolling tray. He’d gutted the tobacco out of the blunt and was now filling the skeleton with the contents from his grinder. Rolling was like second nature at this point. “She was talking all this game about how she could roll a backwood, so I acted dumb and told her to show me. This girl rips it. Right down the middle.” He rolled his eyes as he brought the blunt to his lips, wetting it for adhesion with his full lips. “So, I let her hit the bong instead because obviously she couldn’t roll and she’s just trying to impress me. Which -- cute. I think it’s adorable when girls try too hard. But, one hit, she starts coughing and crying and whatever. I had to tuck this girl in, bro. Literally put her to sleep because she was so burnt.” Jameson polished off the blunt and raised it to his lips and lit it with a laugh. “They just make stoner girlfriends like you, Day. That’s all I’m saying.”

@daysiias​

#closed: daysia

[worlldburn]

closed:  malcolm  &  daysia.

location:  malcolm’s  apartment.

The  only  thing  better  than  winter  in  the  city  was  autumn.  Watching  as  the  warm  hues  consumed  each  leaf  and  feeling  how  casually  the  heat  transformed  into  a  soft  breeze  was  mesmerizing.  Every  place  you  went  in  New  York  was  now  decorated  with  faux  leaves  and  hand  painted  ghosts  on  every  surface  which  was  enough  to  put  anyone  in  a  good  mood,  especially  Malcolm  as  he  stared  at  Daysia  from  where  he  laid  on  his  mattress  as  she  stood  in  his  room.  He  was  never  partial  to  Halloween  and  in  all  honesty,  he  wasn’t  quite  sure  of  Day’s  stance  on  the  holiday  either.  But  the  fire  department’s  costume  party  only  came  once  a  year  so  Malcolm’s  already  stressed  mind  was  once  more  riddled  with  confusion.  “If  you’re  making  me  go,  you’re  going  to.  But  we  have  to  come  up  with  a  good  couple’s  costume..  I  mean,  like,  a  pair.  Two  people  with  corresponding  costumes..  you  know?”  

The  state  of  the  pair’s  relationship  was  rocky  to  say  the  least.  Sure,  they’d  tangled  up  in  each  other’s  sheets  before,  even  nearly  said  I  love  you  among  tired  whispers  but  with  the  chaos  life  had  to  bring,  their  romantic  feelings  seemed  to  slip  away  from  them  though  their  friendship  never  faltered.  They’d  even  both  seen  other  people,  slept  in  different  people’s  beds  so  there  was  a  elephant  in  every  room  they  seemed  to  walk  into.  One  neither  of  them  dared  to  acknowledge.    “We  could  do,  uh,  firefighter  and  dalmatian.  Or  is  that  too  predictable?  I  mean,  I  could  even  be  the  dog  and  you  could  wear  my  gear.  Or..  we  could  be  Cosmo  and  Wanda?  Maybe  even,  Lola  and  Bugs  Bunny  from  Space  Jam.  Uh,  I  don’t  know.  I’m  not  creative.  You  pick,  you’re  more  clever  than  I  am.”

#thread || malcolm & daysia. one. #closed starter

[nateshaywood]

closed: @daysiias​ location: tangerine towers

Nate stopped at the store before he made his way to Daysia’s for a surprise visit after he got off of work. He figured anytime was a good time to show up and get absolutely smashed, but he knew both of them would need snacks so he pulled into the nearest convenience store and nodded at the attendant who greeted him. He grabbed everything he knew they liked and set them down on the counter for the cashier to start scanning. He left the store and he parked in his normal parking spot once he got home. He figured he would just walk the distance, it wasn’t that far anyways. He walked up to her front door and knocked. “Day!” He called, “I’m holding a lot of stuff and I think the bag’s about to bust.” 

#ch:daysia

[daysiias]

father’s day had always been difficult for daysia. with it being her first year without her dad, there’d been plenty of emotions pent up. the internet was full of father’s day posts, some that made her smile, others that made her jealous. she’d been in bed scrolling on her phone most of the day, so when her eyes fell on a picture of dominic with the words ‘happy father’s day’, the brunette felt the device slip from her hands and heard it crash to the floor in her bedroom. her throat tightened, and for a moment, daysia was sure she was going to cry. she had no hold on dominic, which was her own fault. she never acted on her emotions which would push her further and further away from those she loved. daysia swallowed the lump in her throat and clambered to her feet, making a bee line for her front door. she opened it, and without closing it, walked across the hall to mac and dom’s apartment. she knocked a few times before twisting the door open. “i just wanna talk,” she stated, eyes darting from mac in the living room to the hallway where dom’s room was. she walked with a purpose, reaching out for the door knob. no knock this time, daysia opened the door and flashed a grin at dom, using every ounce of her willpower to hide the envy that was scratching at the surface. “congratulations!” she cheered, an exasperated sigh escaping her lips. “when were you gonna tell me?” psycho smile still painted on her face, daysia sat down on the edge of dom’s bed, careful not to touch him. @domcorderio​

#{ &. ft. dominic. } #IM SORRY #my daydom heart needs this for closure lmgrjsfg

[malcolmvramsey]

The wall clock’s incessant ticking kept him awake. The faint repetitive noise was present in his mind as well as the fact that he and Nate finally had something in common. They were both in love with Daysia. It’d been about a week since he’d seen the girl, letting things cool down hadn’t excused the girl from his mind especially not today since Nate’s appearance at his apartment. But what if in Malcolm’s absence, she’d been feeling lonely and given in to Nate’s confession had he gone there? What if he was laying in the girl’s bed tonight? Mac couldn’t stomach the thought. In just his boxers, Malcolm shuffled across his apartment floor and across the hall to Daysia’s room where he entered the darkness, seeing her sleeping body illuminated by the moonlight pouring in the window. His tall frame crawled into her bed, curling up behind her gently but waking her in the process. Though he wouldn’t outwardly admit it, that was his intention. “Hey..” The rasp of his voice whispered soft as she rested his chin on her back. “I couldn’t sleep. Um, alright if I stay here?” Malcolm asked sheepishly as he laced his arms around her petite waist. “I don’t like not talking to you..”

@daysiias​

#closed: daysia

[domcorderio]

There weren’t many things Dominic Corderio was good at. He wasn’t good at looking both ways before crossing the street, remembering when rent was due, or to call his mother every week like she’d made him promise. But he was even worse at apologies, and especially when it came to apologies towards someone he’d hurt as bad as Daysia Collins. Since their explosive fight in the confines of his bedroom days before, Dom had bee beaten himself up over the question she’d asked, and the good memories they’d shared in his short time in town. So he found himself thinking of the ways he could get a second of her time so he could apologize, so she could hear him out and try to make things better. His idea wasn’t the greatest, in fact he was almost certain it was destined to fail, but he was going to give it his best shot.

After closing up the Graveyard, Dominic headed to the tiny pizza shop in town and ordered a large pepperoni pizza, asking specifically for the round pieces of sausage to be formed in the shape of a heart. After a few minutes, he got in his car, drove home to Tangerine Towers and wrecked down the hall, stopping at her front door just across from his own. Dominic’s palms were sweaty, his eyebrows were permanently furrowed and he felt a lump quickly forming n his throat. What if she didn’t answer? What if she saw him through the peep hole and went back to sit on her couch with Frank? What if Mac was over and they were still freezing him out? He didn’t allow himself much time to consider the scenarios because in a second, his knuckles were rapping again the wooden door.

“D, it’s me.” @daysiias​

#c:daysia

[rowanfoster]

{ odeya rush ♔ twenty-three ♔ she/her } well, well, well if it isn’t rowan foster running around peach hollow. legend has it, she comes from tangerine towers and has lived here her entire life. if you’re wondering what she’s been up to, i hear she’s a make up artist / freelance musician for a living. she has been known to be impulsive yet insightful. a word of advice to her, always look over your shoulder. you never know who is watching.

why yes, it is i, admin kim, with another character that should’ve been kept in the drafts of my mind. if you’ve not met daysia or serenity, here’s a lil low down on me. i’m 26, i use she/her pronouns, and live on the east coast. i thrive on writing angst and my animal crossing villagers being happy. also caffeine. i luv chris klemens. most likely to have a mental breakdown on twitter. meet rowan! trigger warnings for mental illness, bipolar disorder specifically, and inpatient treatment

have a playlist and a pinterest board dedicated to her

rowan celeste foster was born may 27th, 1996. she’s the oldest of two, a baby sister coming to the scene in 1999.

her family is extremely close. they’ve been in peach hollow their whole lives. she grew up in a crowded house on blueberry boulevard, crammed in with her mother, father, sister, maternal grandmother and maternal grandfather. rowan never knew peace or privacy growing up – it just wasn’t possible with that many people which has really contributed to her somewhat isolated adulthood

her mother is a charge nurse at peach hollow general, working on the emergency room floor. her father is a retired car salesman. her grandparents moved into the house when her sister was born in order to help take care of the girls while their parents worked full time. rowan is especially grateful for their care, because she feels like she’d be a little more sour had she been raised by absent parents.

growing up, she shared a room with her younger sister. they told each other everything because they had no choice not to. they both developed an interest in make up and music at very young ages, but rowan particularly took to those things while maci took more interest in sports. when rowan was gifted her first ukulele at age 6, maci got her first basketball. they are polar opposites, but maci was the only person rowan really confided in as a child and an adolescent.

she’d always been rather moody. tantrums and fits were nearly unavoidable. her self esteem lacked before she even had a chance to develop any confidence. she was always the try hard, the girl who stood out because she was just a little different, the emotional one, the one the other kids didn’t want to mess with, not because she’d fight back, but because she would absolutely lose it. there were countless times where rowan ended up in the guidance counselor’s office, waiting on her grandmother to show up and bring her home. that was the beginning of their problems.

her mental health really started to decline in her mid teenage years. she spent hours upon hours in her room, writing songs, playing guitar, practicing make up looks – she’d go days without sleeping and snap at anyone who crossed her path. she got into screaming matches with everyone in the house, only to find herself crying in her bed for the next few days. she started missing days at a time from school, while her artistry thrive, the rest of her crumbled. her grades, all of it.

eventually, this resulted in her parents yanking her out of peach hollow high and putting her in counseling, which lead her to a psychiatrist and a diagnosis of bipolar disorder at the age of 17. while it made sense, she dreaded taking the medications. they numbed everything. her writing suffered, and while her moods weren’t swinging from the trees anymore, she feared that this empty feeling was worse.

she finished her high school diploma in homeschooling with her grandmother while maci went on to thrive in school. the attention shifted to her, and rowan couldn’t really blame them. she turned 18 and started performing in clubs, bars, and anywhere she could get in. ps her voice is a mix of bishop briggs & mary lambert. the thrill of performing to small crowds sucked her in. she began to gain an even smaller following on social media, mainly the locals following her. every once in a while she’ll book a show in atlanta and she’ll make the long drive just to sing in front of a bit of a larger crowd. she’ll gain a few followers from those shows, but this still isn’t her main source of income.

most of her money comes from the make up artistry she does through pop of peach. she doesn’t go in every day, but when someone has an event scheduled or needs their make up done for a dance or something, she’s there. she tries to spread things out bc she’s always late lmao and finds it hard to stick to a schedule

she was doing so well for a few years, even moved out of her parents’ house and into an apartment at the towers. that’s where she really found herself, made some real friends and built relationships that were good for her. however, she missed a few doctor’s appointments and was discharged from her psychiatrist’s office. she went off meds, and for a few weeks it was fine. when she ran out of meds, the next few weeks were okay as well. it was when every single drop of medication had drained from her body that things got bad.

rowan was missing appointments she scheduled at pop of peach. she was spending far too much time out at nights, giving in to alcohol for the most part. she tried not to touch any drugs, but drinking became a nightly thing. she’d perform, then spend the rest of the night partying with whoever she could find at the venue.

one night in atlanta after a particularly shaky performance, rowan found herself in a dark place and simply went into the women’s bathroom to calm down, but police say they found her laying flat on the ground, refusing to respond to anyone. she vaguely remembers the end of the manic episode, but it did land her in the emergency room for a change in mental status.

much to her chagrin, they admitted her overnight before transporting her to skyland trail, a mental health facility in atlanta. she spend about two and a half months there getting medications regulated and learning new coping mechanisms. she was discharged about two weeks ago and finally made it back to peach hollow and her apartment.

she’d lead everyone other than her family and maybe one or two other people that she was away on a musician’s retreat, but really, was in inpatient treatment.

she’s currently working full time as a make up artist at pop of peach and performing when she can, but doesn’t really go outside of peach hollow

fun facts & personality

rowan despises small talk. conversations about the weather or political climate don’t stimulate her and she gets snarky pretty easily. it isn’t that she wants to come off rude or unapproachable, but nine times out of ten, small talk is fake and she feels as though she doesn’t have the time or energy to indulge in it. ask her about the sky or some shit. she won’t shut up

she has a tendency to overshare,  aside from what’s been going on in the past few months. her lips are sealed tight about that. however, she’s open to talking about her mental health and is a big advocate for erasing the stigma. this makes rowan a very good listener and a huge supportive presence for anyone struggling. she’s the mom friend, and no matter what time of day or night, if someone says they need an ear, she’ll go to them. she knows what it’s like to be alone.

despite her past and her demons, rowan finds a way to put on a smile. it might often be snarky or sarcastic, but rarely is it insincere. she’s an empath and feels everything so very deeply, but can easily put it away when necessarily.

her apartment is her safe haven. she rarely has company. it isn’t really her thing. she prefers to go to other people’s places. she has her record collection proudly displayed on her living room wall, all the plants you can imagine, incense burning whenever she’s home, and a scottish fold munchkin cat named loonette after her favorite childhood tv show, the big comfy couch. she has hopes to get another cat named molly to match. you know, because we’re all clowns !

she takes great pride in her instagram. it sounds superficial, but often times, rowan will post a good picture and then link to her next show in hopes that somebody will come based on that. while she does have a passion for make up and a second instagram for it, ultimately, she’d like for there to come a time where she can live solely on the money she makes through music

catch her driving her old ass ford focus blaring 00s alternative, mainly fuckin paramore bc she’s heart eyes for hayley williams

wanted connections if ya made it this far!!!!

childhood friends – those who she’s known since elementary school. they’ve most likely watched her go through her many trials and tribulations in class. these could be acquaintances, close friends, or even a ride or die or two.

bullies – people who fucked with her through school. it’s essential that they’re on bad terms currently, but perhaps an enemy turned friend or romantic could be fun??

group therapy pal – this would be super fun and might entail the person finding out about her secret…. msg me for deets

exes – there will be a couple of these, gender does not matter. i’d like to find one that she was dating when she went into treatment and maybe hasn’t seen/spoken to them since they’ve been back, first love, high school sweetheart?? omg possibilities are endless

flirtationship – self explanatory, gender doesn’t matter she’s pan

any other ideas literally lmk!! thanks for reading ♥

#ok.... one more time kngrdjsnh

[mercywillivms]

closed starter — @mavi-whiting​​

When it came to Mercy, the poor girl never really seemed to know how to take a rest. To actual sit down and relax for once in her life. Even today when she was blessed to have the day off, the blonde still simply couldn’t sit still and was heading off to do nothing errands. Groceries, house supplies, laundry. Everything that Mercy could find that needed to be done. Exiting the front door of the building, the blonde had immediately taken notice of that familiar face walking her way. Mavi.

“Well, I’ll be damned. For a minute, I thought I was seein’ a ghost,” Mercy teased, her lips turning up into a bright smile. “You been avoidin’ me or somethin’? ‘Cause there ain’t no way we both still live in the same buildin’, but I never see that pretty face of yours.” It was true. After moving out of the apartment she shared with Mavi and Daysia to move in with Saphira, it seemed like she’d hardly seen her around as much .. as sad as it was. They went from being roommates to neighbors and thinking it’d be the same thing, it wasn’t. Mercy couldn’t even recall how long it’d been since she’d last seen Mavi.

#gonna going based off our previous plot #buttttttttttt i could definitely change it if ya want #( mavi whiting. )