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@ofkaydens
… That, and my hair.

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𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙺 𝟶𝟶𝟷:
* 𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍: a pinterest board
ofjordyns:
perfecting that final stroke of eyeliner right now feels like the most pivotal moment in her career. focused on her reflection in her hand mirror, with the epitome of precision jordyn places the perfect line of black liner onto her eyelids – careful not to jump at the sound of her sister’s heckling. “ you mean, where’s your hair drier, jordy? could i borrow it by chance?” she corrects, putting on a squeaky voice to mock her sister’s. though, there’s no telling who the blowdryer actually belongs to. their things always seemed to get mixed together. “bottom drawer in my bathroom – and, will you relax? we’ve got plenty of time. take a chill pill, kay.” letting out a sigh of relief , satisfied with her liner jordyn picks up a tube of mascara. “ finishing my makeup, duh. took a snack break a few minutes ago – you weren’t gonna eat that leftover thai from yesterday right?”
Their mother used to say the girls were two sides of the same coin. That always felt like more of a marketing angle than a fact. For as long as she could remember, Jordyn had always been the better sister. Prettier, sweeter, more talented, more humble, more polite. Kayden couldn’t count the amount of times someone tried to get close to her in an attempt to get to Jordyn. This year was the first time she booked something alone. And yet, It always felt like Jordyn was ahead. Same roles, same shows, same music, same events, same meet and greets. Even little things like this. Kayden is rushing around like a maniac, frazzled thoughts and scattered necessities on the kitchen counter. While Jordyn is over there. Smiling. Looking perfect. Acting perfect. An air of calm surrounding her. It’s something Kayden can never figure out. “We’re supposed to be there in an hour. If there’s any traffic downtown then it’ll take at least thirty minutes.” Add that to the twenty minutes it’ll take to finish her hair? Well, they’re practically late already. “It’s like you completely forgot what mom taught us.” She says without thinking, a sharp exhale following. They never talk about their mother. Especially not as a mentor. But Kayden still has those thoughts engrained in her. Rule number four. On time is late. “Nevermind. I’m going to finish my hair.”

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @ofkaydens
mikey frowns at kayden in his doorway, the door stubbornly NOT opened the rest of the way the second he sees what’s she’s wearing. his displeasure only deepens as his gaze wanders her figure in the least provocative way possible, taking her in from head to toe. he knows exactly what she’s playing at here ( and some part of him is hardly surprised by it ; doesn’t mean he has to LIKE it , or agree to go along with it ). he’s silent for a long moment, arms bracketed between the door frame and the door. “ SOMEHOW — ” he says finally, tone incredulous. “ — i really don’t think you’re dressed for a night in. get your plans MIXED UP ?? ‘cause you know i’m NOT going out. ” he still hasn’t moved from the doorway, effectively blocking her way. it’s still a very real possibility the door gets shut in her face, say something like forty / sixty.
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Empathy is sparse. An emotion reserved for only those who deserve It. Friends, family, and strangers alike are often surprised to get logic over heart. But Mikey has a way of pulling that out of her. Perhaps, it’s the heartbreak he’s living through. The pain of a relationship that couldn’t work. Or perhaps, it’s because she sees so much of herself in him. The pair are an unlikely friendship. A workaholic diva and a lonely boy. But behind her hectic work schedule and her insane ambition, she thinks that maybe--- Maybe she’s just as lonely as he is. “I’m glad you noticed how good I look. Always good to know your eyesight is still twenty twenty.” She replies firmly through the little opening of the door. Ridiculous that he thinks this will stop her. No one can ever tell Kayden no. At least not without consequences. “Michael. A girl doesn’t look this good to lay on your couch and eat potato chips. It’s not like I’m taking you somewhere lame.” She complains, putting her hand in the doorway. Call It insurance that he won’t slam the door on her. Not unless he’s down to break her hand. And somehow, a party sounds like much more fun than a hospital visit.
@glassfm
Kayden wasn’t the type to worry about other people. Whatever she did was always in her own best interest. But that didn’t mean that she was invincible. Every so often... guilt found it’s way in. The first time she felt It was when the sisters were nine and Jordy took the blame for a mistake Kayden made. She never said thank you or owned up to kicking that casting director. The next time It happened was when she stole Jordyn’s audition for the Little Mermaid. That was still a big secret that she had no intention of owning up to. And the last time It happened was right now with Matty. Knowing damn well that she hung out with Mikey last night. And knowing damn well that neither boy was over the heartbreak of the other. “So. How you feeling? Lonely? I’m sure you have more people to hang out with than me.”
@luciianafm
There were only a handful of people that Kayden truly enjoyed being around. Everyone else got the dazzling (fake, but cute) smile and a modest attitude that the diva certainly did not possess. For the most part, Jordy and her seemed to share friends. They each had one or two of their own. Like Jordy had Skyler and Kayden had Imogen. But Luciana was part of their group. The girls and their girls. Which meant Luci got dibs on the rare but fun side of Kayden. The side that didn’t mind going to parties every once in a while. “I’m not getting drunk tonight. I have a meeting bright and early. I refuse to look like the walking dead when I walk in.” She muses, fixing her eyelashes in the mirror. A look is thrown over her shoulder at Luciana. “However, if one of those dumb boys offers me a hit? I’m down.”
@sclgado
Truthfully, Kayden was so tired she could barely see straight. The last time she slept was over thirty hours ago and It was barely a two hour nap. Perhaps, she was taking too much on. Finishing their album, filming Grownish, memorizing her lines for the Little Mermaid. Every second of every day was booked. Even her social time was scheduled. Thanks to Jordy leaving the apartment so they couldn’t finish writing, there seemed to be a few hours open for Stella. “Will you run lines with me?” She questions, lounging on the couch. If anyone understands her, it’s probably Jordyn. But Stella is a close second. “They’re supposed to be casting my Prince soon. And I wanna be at least partly off book for the chemistry reads.”
@ofjordyns
“Where is the hair dryer?” Kayden practically yells through their apartment. Ever since they started managing themselves, life has gotten just a bit hectic. Missed calls, rushed meetings, scheduling issues. Being an actress is already a big job, but adding on singer and manager is borderline insane. Kayden’s always had an issue with giving up control. Especially with strangers. It didn’t matter how great their references were. “J, come on! We’re supposed to be having lunch with that magazine editor today.” Which doesn’t actually matter that much. But another chance to look good is another chance to look good. Her voice deflates watching her sister on the couch. Did she miss something? “Why aren’t you dressed?”

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“I punched him.”
Kayden’s breath hitches. Any problems she had were always dealt with alone. And here was Skyler. Again. Trying to fix them. Why did he care so much? Why wouldn’t he go away? Why doesn’t he get tired of her? It was all a mystery. But when he said what he’d done-- She wasn’t sure what to think. Her feelings shifted again and again. At first, shock. She’s always seen Sky as some little softy. Like a personified cupcake that just punched a guy out for you. Then, relief. Relief that she didn’t have to deal with It anymore. And then anger, because he shouldn’t be trying to fix her problems. And then for just a split second: worry. Worry that he was hurt because of her. Worry that he could get hurt because of her. But quickly that worry shifts back to anger. “Why the hell would you do that? He was my issue to deal with. I don’t need a prince charming to protect me.” She bites out, a hand running through her hair in frustration. “You’re not my prince Charming.”
whats your ultimate guilty pleasure?
“Don’t say anything because only Jordyn knows. But sometimes when I’ve worked a long hard day and I need a breather... I will pig out on Hot Cheetos and watch Gilmore girls. I know that’s like the whitest show on earth. But I have my reasons.”
what's your favorite place in the world?
“J and my studio. Some of our best songs were recorded, written and completely changed in there. Our music is never finished there, but it always starts there. It means a lot to me. Being there means I’m still working for my dreams. And I always feel better knowing that.”
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✨ or “proud” for one my muse’s proudest moments
“If an interview asks, my proudest moment is J and I booking our first big roles on Grownish. But realistically? I’m much more proud of booking the Little Mermaid on my own. It’s the first thing I’ve ever done without her. It proves that I’m just as talented on my own, as I am with my sister.”
👧 or “teen” for a memory from my muse’s teen years
“My teen years were booked and busy. I guess I would say having my first kiss on a Disney show was pretty interesting. It’s a shame I didn’t like the guy though. He was cute in a preteen bopper kind of way. But not in a sixteen year old heartthrob kinda way.”
👹 or “nightmare” for a memory of a nightmare
I have a reoccurring nightmare. It’s like something out of harry potter. I know it’s not real, and I know It doesn’t make sense but It still freaks me the hell out. And it’s always the same thing. Something bad happens to Jordyn.. and I split in half. Not exactly the way you wanna wake up. Especially at the crack of dawn when my alarm goes off.”

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3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack
Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…
Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!
“I love you.”
“I hate you.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“I guess so…”
“I guess not.”
“Love me, please.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Don’t touch me.”
“Please, hold me.”
“Pain changes people.”
“You haven’t changed.”
“Please don’t go.”
“Look behind you.”
“Go kill yourself.”
“I can change.”
“Don’t ever change.”
“Want a hit?”
“Do you smoke?”
“Fuck me now.”
“Take my hand.”
“Lead the way.”
“Duck and cover!”
“Just go home.”
“Take me home.”
“Walk me there?”
“Everyone, shut up!”
“Just shut up.”
“Please stop it.”
“Please don’t die.”
“I need you.”
“I want you.”
“Want a hug?”
“Want a kiss?”
“Are you sure?”
“Are you lying?”
“That’s the truth.”
“I’m not lying.”
“Oh my God.”
“For fuck’s sake!”
“I got it.”
“I found it.”
“Call me later.”
“Text me later.”
“Don’t call me.”
“Are you crying?”
“I wasn’t crying.”
“Please don’t laugh.”
“Please don’t cry.”
“That’s a lie.”
“What’d they say?”
“What’ll it be?”
“It’s last call.”
“It’s almost midnight.”
“Do you promise?”
“That’s a promise.”
“Are you serious?”
“Don’t bullshit me.”
“I punched him.”
“I killed him.”
“I kissed him.”
“I love him.”
“I hate him.”
“I lied before.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I’m not sorry.”
“I’ll come over.”
“Can you come?”
“Want to cuddle?”
“Maybe we should.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t.”
“You don’t say.”
“Make me come.”
“Did you come?”
“I stole it.”
“I broke it.”
“Any bones broken?”
“Are you okay?”
“Are you hurt?”
“That must’ve hurt.”
“He was lying.”
“It’s our song.”
“Can I help?”
“Help me out.”
“Please, for me?”
“Anything for you.”
“I doubt it.”
“I believe you.”
Send ⏳ or "time"
To have your muse get sent into one of my muse’s memories.
Additionally, add:
🌑 or “dark” for one of my muse’s darker memories and/or secret memories
🌺 or “happy” for one of my muse’s happier memories
💧 or “sad” for one of my muse’s sadder memories
😜 or “silly” for one of my muse’s sillier memories
🎉 or “holiday” for a holiday memory ( feel free to specify which holiday!)
✨ or “proud” for one my muse’s proudest moments (are they proud of themselves or of someone else?)
😥 or “scared” for a memory of when my muse was scared or lost
👶 or “kid” for a memory from my muse’s childhood (how young?)
👧 or “teen” for a memory from my muse’s teen years
⏰ or “future” for a glimpse into a potential future memory and to see my muse in the future
🏥 or “injury” for a memory of when my muse was injured
💖 or “ love” for a loving memory. (Specify platonic, familial, or romantic),
👥 or “people” + a muse name for a memory between my muse and that muse(has to be one they’ve interacted with)
📖 or “AU” + an alternate universe for an AU muse memory
👹 or “nightmare” for a memory of a nightmare
👑 or “good dream” for a memory of a good dream
✋ or “interact” for your muse to walk around and interact in the memory(can be added to other specifications. For example - 😥✋/scared interact)