the way she tells me i'm hers and she is mine ; open hand or closed fist would be fine — the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine. her fight and fury is fiery, oh, but she loves like sleep to the freezing : sweet and right and merciful. i'm all but washed in the tide of her breathing, and it's worth it, it's divine ! i have this some of the time. the way she shows me i'm hers and she is mine ; open hand or closed fist would be fine — the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.
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so your bitch is WEAK n made this here pll-inspired actors / crew / tv show subplot with tons of drama, behind the scenes shenanigans, and angst. there’s a shit ton of info under this cut but if u want in on this just shoot me an im on my discord ( sarah#8655 ) w info abt ur character & i’ll make a server or a group chat or something so we can discuss more ! kiss kiss
in only a few short months, millions of fans will tune in to hbo every thursday night to watch this year’s up-and-coming actors and actresses parade around london on the highly anticipated tv thriller of this decade -- arcana. arcana is a horror-drama hybrid, mixing elements of how to get away with murder & pretty little liars, in which residents of the city race to identify the tarot card killer: an ominous murderer who’s claimed numerous victims and shows no signs of stopping. the show promises to have viewers at the edge of their seats, producing one of the most terrifying villians television has ever seen and leaving fans guessing who’s guilty after each and every episode. arcana is brimming with scandal, sin, and murder, as strangers come together in an attempt to stay afloat in the midst of brutal homicides, still tied to the anchors of their secrets and whether or not they’ll be a victim of the next massacre.
when the cameras stop rolling and the mystery of arcana is reduced to mere set designs, the real drama beings. the cast and crew of arcana are known to viewers as nothing more than their characters, but beyond the ties of their tv personas and the scripted interviews, there’s a bitter truth. with their faces plastered to the front of every tabloid magazine in the nation and every little action critiqued by the media, there’s only so much time before they slip up. between table reads, scene blocking, red carpets, and after parties, the lives of the faces and minds of arcana are bound to become just as ( if not more ) messy as their characters. [ obnoxious vc ] TUNE IN ON THURSDAY AT 8PM TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT !
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for actors: MUSE NAME, blurb about the actor, is playing the role of CHARACTER NAME, blurb about their character. + main role or supporting role
for crew: MUSE NAME, blurb about the muse, is on set as the POSITION of arcana.
main roles ! [ 6 / 8 ]
BECKETT ESTEVES, grade a asshole with a grade b ( maybe ? ) smile, is playing the role of OWEN ALVA, arcana’s local genius computer nerd who is desperately trying to stay alive but his skills do only consist of technology so maybe someone should get this kid into a self defense class.
CECILIA MENDOZA, the fashion model by day and youtuber by night, is playing the role of SOPHIA CARDONA, a twenty-three year old art student whose best friend has gone missing.
HAVEN CRUZ, a social butterfly who wants to live life in the present, is playing the role of BONNIE RIVERA, the jock of the group who blames herself for her younger sister running away from home.
MALLORY FRASER, a starry-eyed dreamer who runs on caffeine and relentless hard work, is playing the role of LUCY PORTER, arcana’s diva with a heart of gold who’s currently transitioning from holding eyeliner to holding a shot gun and offering snarky comments whenever she can.
MAXIMUS EASTON, a former highschool lacrosse player and current emo, is playing the role of DOMINIC BROCA, arcana’s resident dumbass who is trying to get vengeance on his mother’s killer.
ROSIE RIVERA BLANCHE, rada graduate and renowned pretentious pageant queen, is playing the role of LAVINIA “NIA” LUJÁN, a mysterious misanthrope with a questionable moral compass who is willing to do whatever it takes to survive.
supporting roles ! [ 0 / 10 ]
none yet !
crew ! [ 3 / ∞ ]
ISLA FAY, a hardass in cute pantsuits that’s finally getting her big break after years of being overshadowed by mediocre white males, is on set as the DIRECTOR of arcana.
DESMOND RENWICK, resident sleez & hair gel hoarder, is on set as the PRODUCER of arcana.
ANA RODRIGUEZ, stress hoarder and coffee addict with a dream to overthrow every other screenwriter in the world, is on set as (one of) the SCREENWRITERS of arcana.
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he’s already hesitant enough as it is, but the fact that sawyer won’t look at him only makes it worse. he blames it all on himself, of course. there’s a certain touch of SELF - DESTRUCTION in dorian that quickly formed this idea in his head that he was the one who should have been rational enough to stop their little one night affair, being the oldest. he’s not even sure if that’s what makes it weird for her; the age difference or the fact that he’s her teacher. HELL, he’s not sure what’s worse himself. what’s really bothering him now is that it was once so easy putting a smile on her face and now she won’t even look at him. “ well, it’s just that, uh … ” suddenly his hands are everywhere, touching every sheet of paper on his desk as if he’s looking for something. he’s NOT. he just needs to get his shit together and be professional. with a subtle sigh, he forces himself to look at her — really look at her, almost as if begging for her to return the gaze. “ well, your partner for the assignment emailed me this morning & unfortunately she won’t be able to help you any longer due to personal issues. she’s sort of dropping the class altogether. ” he pauses briefly to fix his glasses, feeling as though he’s entered proper professor mode now. “ this close to the due date, it’s complicated letting you join another group, but the assignment does count a lot so i don’t think it’s fair that you do it all by yourself either. SO, depending on how much you’ve already done, you can try to join another group if you want. if you decide to do it on your own, i’ll take into consideration that you had to work harder than the others when i grade it. i just need to know what you want to do. ”
it’s like torture, really -- she can feel his breath fanning out against the exposed flesh of her shoulder and she’s embarrassed and caught off guard by how much it hinders her ability to think. the pitiful thing concerning her current circumstance is that this is HER, not some bottle blonde bitch who twirls her hair flirtatiously, mewing about how she deserved a higher grade and batting her eyelashes at her hot professor. the word reckless doesn’t belong in sawyer’s vocabulary, and yet, here she is, dodging eye contact with her professor and pretending that she hadn’t been tangled up in his sheets less than a month prior. for days on end, she’s tortured herself with musings of what HE’S thinking -- does he chide himself for getting involved with someone so much younger; does he see her as a child ? it’s clear that what was once such an exuberant friendship is now tarnished because of her stupidity, and sawyer can’t determine if she’s more distressed because she could have hurt her academic standing or because she won’t be able to see him anymore. it’s only when he begins to explain the dilemma of her missing partner thoroughly that she allows herself to meet his gaze, fidgeting uneasily with the strap of her bag. “ oh, um... okay. i’ll just... do it on my own then, i guess. no sense in joining a group now, and i like working alone anyways, so... ” she offers him an indifferent shrug, gnawing on her lower lip fretfully. just like that, she’s back to feigning interest in her shoes and definitely not him. “ is that, uh, all ? am i good to... ”
he’s always tried to be a man of his word ; a man of the law simply had to be a man of his word . it was a logical assumption . and when it came to his work , he really was the most credible , trustworthy and honest detective in his squad . but when it came to his personal life with the constant conflict with his work life , he often mouthed empty promises and left them to be broken by his own accord . that was something he was desperately trying to change . it was a matter of balance . he had a rude awakening when him and olympia split , rafael needed to get his act together and it was as simple as that . a soft smile resonates on his lips as he watches his little girl practically hurdle towards her mother , but then smile is twisting into expression of surprise and worry in conjunction when his wife’s balance is thrown off and she’s left grabbing onto his shoulder . his own hand subconsciously darts out , steadying her at her waist . but it’s short lived , the touch , now burning into his skin . an appreciative smile is offered up when she invites him in , following close behind the pair after shutting the door with kick of foot . ❛ i also brought some take out if you’re hungry ? it’s your favourite . ❜ he holds up the bag in hand , a timid smile .
it’s the most peculiar feeling , tiptoeing around the boundaries set by a crumbling marriage . there’s a pang of realization and mild horror deep in the depths of olympia’s chest when it occurs to her that her husband is so out of place in what was once their shared home that she has to extend an invitation for him to enter . regardless , she returns his apprehensive grin , offering a firm nod to communicate that he should follow as she bustles down the hallway to retrieve some plates . “ luckily for you , i’m starved . i’ve had the longest day . you can , uh , stay for a bit if you want . ” the words have left her lips before she even allows herself to mull it over , and she’s left rosy-cheeked when she recalls that she’s the one who asked for some space . “ only because , you know , ‘rora’s gonna cry when you leave and i’d like to put that off for as long as possible . ” it’s a fib , sure , and it burns leaving her tongue -- for a moment , she wishes so desperately that she could divulge in how HARD it is living without him , that the bed is cold and she hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep in months , but the temptation passes as soon as it’s arrived . instead , she clears her throat , avoiding his gaze so as he can’t spot the unforeseen emotion brimming in her eyes . “ so , what did you guys do today ? ”
god , he’s so cute . she nearly misses a beat , too busy gleaming a grin at the other to pay attention . but she falls into her perfected charade , the darling secretary hidden behind frames and a scarlet smile . ❛ just stopped by for my lunch break ! fate seems to be favouring me today , letting me bump into you . — don’t mind if i do ! ❜ with a grin tris sits down , her every action is carried with a sense of poise she’s spent all her life perfecting . hands smooth over pencil skirt hugging her frame before elbow is propped on table , chin resting in palm of her hand . she smiles at him , a brilliant smile . ❛ and what about you ? what brings your handsome self here ? besides the good coffee that is . ❜ she places her free hand on the table , maybe lingering close to his own .
anybody with eyes of their own could catch the flagrant gaping he seems to perform every time she’s near . the dopey grin plastered across his roseates is one that would make even cupid cringe , but he can hardly mind when she’s just so within reach and she smells delectable . “ uh , y-yeah , it’s safe to say my day just got a lot better . ” timid fingertips comb through dark locks haphazardly as he speaks , as if spruce hair would detract from his crimson cheeks . did she purposely set her hand there , just a pinkie’s length away from his ? “ oh , i always am here for the coffee . they just don’t make it like this anywhere else ! what have you been up to ? working ? ”
now , arden is not exactly experienced with relationships . in fact , he had zero experience . which is probably why he had no right to be voicing his opinion but this was davina , she deserved the world . more than that . and this josh guy certainly wasn’t going to give it to her . someone else could . he shifts his legs ever so slightly in order to make her more comfortable , happily taking whatever she was offering from her hands . his mouth is halfway stuffed with chocolate before he speaks , ❛ oh come on , dav . you acted like it was a date . and so did he . ❜ from the story he’d heard from her anyway . ❛ dav , seriously ? i mean , i may be kind of clueless when it comes to relationships and dates and all that jazz but he definitely does like you in that way . i mean , look at you . who wouldn’t ? ❜ okay , maybe that last part wasn’t meant to slip out .
she can’t help it , the way her nose scrunches in disbelief at her best friend’s words . it’s a load of bullshit as far as she’s concerned , really . “ jay , it wasn’t -- he was just -- josh has had lots of girlfriends and he usually takes them to bars and concerts and stuff ; we just went to a movie . he probably doesn’t even remember my NAME ! he’s the type of guy that doesn’t take things seriously -- a movie and a kiss means nothi -- ” it takes a beat for her to pick up on her blunder , but once she does she begins to resemble a tomato more than a human girl . stumbling over her own words , hastily trying to glide over that tiny bit of information she’d just inadvertently exposed , she feigns fascination over the snacks in her arms . “ look at me ? what does that mean ? sounds awfully . . . i dunno , ominous or something , jj . care to expand ? ”
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“ you know, i live by the saying that whether it’s one sin or ten, you’re going to hell anyway. so you might as well go for a million sins and go down there a LEGEND. ” it’s a simple equation in his head, no stranger to sin himself and an avid believer that the highway to hell would be the sweetest ride of his life. “ you know who made up that saying ? ” he lets silence linger for a moment, before shrugging. “ me neither ! probably someone really wise. maybe it was ME. ” and with that, he raises his glass to drown another sip of alcohol.
she can’t help but offer her company a polite grin, accompanied with a minuscule shake of her chestnut tresses before turning to fill another customer’s grabby fingers with a beverage. “ that doesn’t sound like a super safe way to go about your life, babe. i just hope you’re being careful. the world is full of shit and you should only thrust yourself into danger when it’s one hundred percent necessary, but that’s just my opinion. or... at least wear a helmet when you’re planning on SINNING. you’re gonna make a girl w o r r y , you know, ” she knows it’s probably not the words he’d been expecting or looking forward to hearing, but it was her genuine thoughts on the subject, as hypocritical as they may be. “ thanks for coming in today, by the way. it may not have been your intention, but you saved me from lots of old men trying to get some. ” the topic change, paired with an angelic giggle, is subtle but evident as barbara searches for something to do from within the confines of the bar, hoping that her refusal to meet his gaze would prevent him from digging any further.
LUNCH WITH HER EDITOR has lead well past the meticulous deadline that she’s inked into her diary ; it’s well into the afternoon when , plush carmines soused in expensive white wine , she finally emerges . heels are only s l i g h t l y thrown off by the gentle buzz that tickles at her very core , steps only ever an infinitesimal fraction unsteadier than what she would deem NORMAL . at L E A S T she’s confident , winning simper plastered upon otherwise - lean features as she struts ( because that’s what it is , a SULTRY little slink down a sun - soaked sidewalk ) her way down , hues thrust forth as she revels in the faint chill that sours softened breeze . she’s almost ready to catch a cab , torso shifting to aim a jade gaze towards the street and THAT’S when it happens ! it’s a misplaced stride , an unfortunate shift of weight that brings the blonde tumbling down , contents of her purse scattering far and wide across and it’s ALMOST fine — fiery flush rages across mien when she realises that a pack of textured , flavoured trojans have landed , gloating and GLINTING in dappled sunlight , just out of her reach and that everyone who dares to flick a curious glance towards the sprawled femme has SEEN them . SHIT .
the gelid draft that had been engulfing the city of london as of late is one that cocoons him as soon as he passes the lavish marble doorway guarding the building his office is nestled within . vermilion flesh , b i t t e n by the air , is masked by 100% cashmere overcoat . the errand should only take a moment -- thirty minutes , TOPS , he’d assured his ill-tempered editor . alas , the triumphant grin painted across his lips broadcasted an entirely different story , and anyone who knew him at all could assume there was no ‘ errand ’ -- just a presumptuous asshole who knew his desolate boss was vulnerable to his guiltless irises . just as he’s mid mental gloat , parading along the sidewalk as if he OWNS the city itself , a glimmer in his peripheral vision piques his fascination . she’s quite a spectacle , and although his first instinct is to careen to her aid , he instead sidles up to where she’s sprawled . roseates are curled into a s i n i s t e r smirk , hues alight with complacency as he bends at the knee to retrieve one of the discarded items . feigning unease , he inspects the rubber , clicking his tongue gently . “ hm , i don’t know . these took a pretty BRUTAL fall -- i fear they’re broken , which would be such a shame . BUT since i’m such a decent guy , and would never want a beautiful woman to worry about whether or not one of her possessions is of good quality , i’ll help you put it to the test , out of the kindness of my heart . so what do you say we duck into a public restroom and make sure this is working properly ? ”
just as he’s contemplating , oh i don’t know , running for the hills ? literally letting his feet carry him out of there as quickly as humanly possible , or as quickly as possible for arden , it’s not rare knowledge that arden lavin is immensely uncoordinated . especially for an nca agent , but hey , he’s passed training , that’s all that matters . but once he’s wondering what his options on avoiding more embarrassment would be , she finishes it . and suddenly his look of horror turns into one of intrigue , a curious smile pulls at his lips . ❛ a baudelaire fan ? i don’t mean to sound pretentious at all but that’s quite impressive . is les fleurs du mal your favorite piece of his ? i’m only asking because i’ve met few who can quote word for word his magnificent french work . ❜ his words come out in a slight nervous babble , rambling is clearly a pesky habit of his . he wonders if his cheeks look as red as they feel , pale skin flaring with heat by simply being in the presence of someone so .. breathtaking ? something about her . he rushes to stick his hand out , a goofy smile accompanying the action . ❛ i’m arden but i go by jay so , yeah , jay . nice to meet you liss . thank you for giving me such a high rate , although i’m sure baudelaire is rolling in his grave at my less than stellar performance . ❜
concealed from the public eye in this cozy little shop , it’s effortless to carry on with this dark-haired male in front of her , like her most pressing concern is what baudelaire piece she prefers . alas , his apparent interest in her prompts her hesitation -- what type of person would she be if she allowed this warm and intriguing stranger to bear the risk of the paparazzi pestering him for her ? apparently , she didn’t care . “ why the surprise ? do i not look like i dabble in first-rate literature ? ” she’s unable to keep the enthralled smile from spreading across cherry-painted roseates any longer , uneasy footsteps closing the distance between them ever-so-slightly . “ my favorite is causerie . ne cherchez plus mon coeur ; les bêtes l'ont mangé ? hauntingly beautiful . the french language itself is so chilling when used in context like that -- it sounds so charming when spoken , when in reality the line is seek my heart no longer ; the beasts have eaten it . it’s incredible , right ? ” the animated babbling ceases as soon as it’s begun , almost as if she could hear her grandmother’s chiding in her head about how you must never ramble . she offers him another toothy grin , though this one’s more reined in and demure , her own cheeks beginning to burn as she clears her throat . “ oh , no , no , don’t be modest ! your performance was superb . i know my good pal charlie would have loved your passion if he could have heard it . if anything , he’s less than pleased with my rusty french accent . ” curious fingertips trace the bindings of every novel she passes as she takes a few strides closer to jay , both to better hear him and to strategically take a peek at the door to see if she’s been spotted -- they seemed to have it out for her family nowadays , after all . “ so , do you come to this place often ? is it always quiet like this ? ”
she’s not paying attention , but she should be ! she’s strolling down a busy street for goodness sakes ! but she’s preoccupied , half her head nearly stuck in large purse hooked onto left shoulder . she knows she left her chapstick in the smaller pocket but it wasn’t there ! she used it before she left work , which was like half an hour ago ? now , how could she have lost it between her leaving work and going to the grocery store ? her thoughts are interrupted when she bumps into another’s frame , her head pulled from her bag in a haste , lips parting into an “o” . ❛ oh my god , i’m so sorry — jairus ? o-oh , hey , sorry again . i was busy looking for my chap , ❜ she nervously laughs , red blush tinging cheeks as hands tighten around grocery bags . suddenly eyes are wide . ❛ stick . chapstick not chap like a guy or something . i don’t know why i used a short form of the word that i’m pretty sure no one uses like ever . how weird would that be ? calling chapstick chap . like hey , pass my chap will you ? ❜ okay , shutting up now .
it’s endearing, how she stumbles over her words and is seemingly incapable of forming a coherent sentence in his presence -- his lips turn up at the corner at her effort, though. before she can carry on with her rambling, he wordlessly retrieves one of the grocery bags from her weighed-down limbs and turns on his heel to follow wherever she’s heading. there was no mistaking his reasoning for suddenly changing course, either -- there was a positively adorable girl in front of him and he’s a man of priorities, after all. “ you didn’t mean a guy ?! damn, thank god. i was starting to worry you were looking for a boyfriend or something. ” the response has only just left his tongue before he gives her a gentle nudge with his shoulder to let her know that he’s only being frivolous. “ nah, relax, babe. i know what you mean. hope you don’t mind me taking this off of your hands, ” he gestures to the objects now in his possession with a nod, “ it’d be so rude of me to let the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen go by without offering my help. so how’ve you been, ‘ella ? where to ? ”
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a perpetual cycle it seems they are bound within , tied together with a red ribbon . it’s fight after fight , made up with moments of intimacy and long escapades to make a grown man’s head spin . muscularly carved arms are crossed over tone chest pushing against thin fabric of blackened t-shirt , he rolls his eyes , hard . oh so hard they could’ve gotten damn well stuck like that . ❛ y’know , princess , ❜ oh god , there he goes . his frame is trailing closer to the girl now , that wolfish grin carving onto his features like he knows he’s getting under her skin . ❛ there are so many great things you do with your mouth open , yelling at me is not one of them . ❜
he’s on her last god damn nerve today -- like he is most days, actually -- and it’s taking every ounce of self-restraint within the femme to not smack that impish and yet oh-so-alluring grin right off of his aggravatingly flawless face. “ cute. maybe if you weren’t being so fucking irritating, we could revisit the possibility of me doing something else with my mouth, but instead you decided that today you were going to be such a HUGE dick that your penis feels threatened. ” she doesn’t hesitate to invade his personal space, amber irises sparkling hazardously as she drifts closer to his figure with every word. on this particular day, it’s with clearly expressed rage that she’s eliminating the space between them, though yesterday it was out of ardor that she lessened the distance. he drives her up a wall and she swears up and down that he’s steadily making her go insane, but something about him is addictive. that fucking smile that he pairs with his sharp tongue and crude words makes her want to rip her hair out but simultaneously ignites a flame inside her chest that keeps her coming back for more. with only inches separating their faces now, she allows her tone to become mocking, “ does this usually work for you ? do you get laid for being a fucking asshole ? you think this makes me wanna put out for you ? ”
full day spent with his sunshine , the beacon of light illuminating his now shadowed world . any time spent with his daughter was enough to alleviate any impending feelings of upset , as long as she was around , he could temporarily forget all the wrong he’s done . she’s the one right thing he’s ever done and dear god , he was afraid she was slipping through his fingers just like his wife . he promised he’d get her back by dinner and promises seemed scarce between the couple , any that were given were ones he’d make sure to keep . rafael wanted nothing but to show her that he was changing ; that he could put their family first , be someone to rely on . large hand gently holds onto aurora’s , entire frame slightly bent to accommodate for her far shorter height . his free hand , although occupied with takeout bags , knocks at the familiar door , one he no longer possesses a key to . there’s an ache in the cavity of his chest but he smiles down at aurora anyway , she didn’t need to see anything but him smiling . whilst waiting for olympia to come to the door , he peers down at his girl . ❛ did you have a fun day with me princess ? ❜
the rap of knuckles against the door is one that was painfully, although pleasantly, astonishing to her -- the vow he’d made to have their daughter home before food was on the table was one she dismissed as soon as it left her husband’s lips. the remains of their marriage is broken promises and neglect, so the effort he’s obviously making to impress her is one that, admittedly, tugs at her heartstrings. the sound of the door swinging inwards is paired with the call of ‘ mommy ! ’ and before she can so much as draw in a breath, her balance is thrown off by the weight of an elated six-year-old girl hurling herself at her mother’s legs with all of her might. it’s enough to send olympia teetering, uneasy on her feet and it’s only out of habit that her fingers wrap around the wrist of her husband to steady herself -- always dependent on him, even subconsciously. she’s tittering like a school girl, beyond delighted that aurora enjoyed her day out and it’s only after a beat that she notices that her palm has instinctively made its way up rafael’s chest and to his shoulder. with a sheepish clearing of the throat and rosy cheeks, she hastily retracts her touch and bends at the waist to collect their daughter into her arms and give her hands something to occupy themselves with. “ did you have fun with daddy today, baby ? ” she presses a chaste kiss to aurora’s forehead before meeting rafael’s gaze with an apologetic look, evidently flustered over their exchange. “ oh ! come in, come in ! i want to hear all about your day. ”
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