𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐀 !!

it is me - moonie - here yet again to bring you anika morales! anika’s another old muse of mine that went through some serious polishing. i’ve missed writing her and am so excited to build up her story again! like holden, i’m currently writing up her full bio on a google doc, which is here. it’s filled with basic stats right now, but in the mean time, i’ll jot down some basic stuff that you guys should know about anika!

( danna paola, cis woman ) have you seen anika morales ? i heard she is a nail technician/dance major at siren song salon & spa/sun valley school of fine arts. they’re 23 years old and they’ve been living in san verto for 5 years. they tend to be daring & truehearted, but rumor has it they can also be candid & pompous.

hana walked leisurely down the street, one headphone in and a takeout coffee cup in her hand. she’d spent all morning painting, so her clothes were covered in splatters of colour, as were her hands. reaching up to brush her hair from her face, she barely had time to register the door of a tesla opening and a figure emerging and stepping straight into her path. with an small huff, she collided with the other body, grip tightening on her drink to make sure it didn’t spill. her eyebrows furrowed in irritation as the girl spoke, and she recognised her face even behind the far too large sunglasses. anika. the two had never gotten along. she just wasn’t the kind of person that hana liked to associate with, and she knew that the feeling was mutual. a raise of her eyebrow followed anika’s tirade, before hana let out a short, humourless laugh.   “seriously? what do you expect to happen when you step straight out into the middle of the sidewalk?”   she asked incredulously, shaking her head as she pulled her headphone out and pushed it into her pocket.   “maybe you should try taking off those ridiculous sunglasses for once in your life, and then you might be able to see where you’re going.”   a scowl on her face, hana looked down at the drops of coffee that had landed on her t-shirt despite her best efforts to prevent it. brushing a hand over them in an attempt to dry it off a little, she let out a small noise of frustration. 

the   last   five   years   went   by   and   anika   thought   that   she   would   have   gotten   comfortable   with   the   slow   pace   of   a   small   town   by   now.   but   perhaps   she   missed   the   hustle   and   bustle   of   l.a.,   constantly   shutting   down   the   posers   and   haters   of   the   world   now   resorted   solely   online.   anika   missed   the   cat   fights.   letting   out   a   sigh,   she   pushed   her   obnoxiously   large   gucci   sunglasses   over   her   eyes   and   climbed   out   of   her   tesla.   dripped   to   the   nines,   she   was   on   her   way   to   work   that   morning   when   she   bumped   into   a   blurring   individual   and   knocked   her   off   balance.   “excuse   me?!”   she   spat.   “it’s   eight   o’clock   in   the   morning   and   i   haven’t   even   had   my   coffee.   can   you   seriously   watch   where   the   fuck   you’re   going?”

location: yooseung and yohan’s apartment for: @deakina​

       deft hands braid anika’s smooth hair, careful not to pull on a stray strand of hair and accidentally hurt the other. “what shampoo do you use? it’s very silky.” yooseung asks softly, before blindly reaching for the hair tie that had… mysteriously disappeared—what the hell? it was right beside him a second ago? “huh, where’s the tie? do you have it?”