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【♛】༄  To say Max was livid would be a massive understatement. Not only had his family refused to use his precious Jean-Louis as the Wine’s marketing mascot, but they got some pretentious asshole to model for their company. He crossed his arms, already several glasses in to try and suppress his anger, casting not-so-subtle death glares in the man’s direction. 

The photoshoot was going as well as it could, he supposed. He tapped his foot impatiently. He didn’t understand why out of all his siblings he had to be the one to supervise. Didn’t they have someone else to do this? What was the point in having all this money if you weren’t going to use it to pay people to do the jobs you didn’t want to do?

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, snapping at a nearby waiter to bring him another glass. “Être rapide.” He practically growled at the poor man. No amount of wine was enough to sate him, but he had to do his best to hide his bitterness, albeit poorly. 

The photographer called for a five minute intermission and Maxime took his drunken cue to approach the model and give him a piece of his mind have a little chat. He plastered a fake smile on his face, grabbing his glass of wine from the waiter as he walked past.

     this was his second- no, third party of the week and Etienne was still feelingAMAZING. it was like a high he couldn’t come down from- and he wouldn’t want to either. after all, this was his vacation week! he should get to spend it how he wants. even if that meant it would end in alcohol poisoning.

   there was a quiet click at the front of the door (of course he would have automatic locks) before it swung open as soon as bodies started to arrive. just inside past the large fancy doors was the main party living room, and there he was in all of his glory: upside down on the couch. “ welcome, wel…come!” the blonde slurred, trying his best to raise his voice to be loud enough over the music and NOT hurt his own poor ears at the same time. “ make yourse~lves at home…” and he took extra special care to make it nice and homey too- after the maid service went ahead and cleaned up, the delivery arrived right after to replenish any missing supplies like food and drinks “ oh but stay out of the-  ow! fuck! “ he’s off the couch now, man down! man down!

   Willow didn’t really know anyone here. 

   Well, that was, like, not totally correct. She’d been spending the last few hours in a haze of smoke and alcohol with them ( they called it a pre-game, and laughed when she asked what the game was gonna be ). But she didn’t know them. She didn’t remember their names -- wasn’t sure she could’ve picked them apart in a crowd... but they were feeding her and laughing with her, so it was enough for now. 

   The game turned out to be some party some dude was throwing somewhere, and though her time was beginning to run a little thin, Willow was fucking delighted. Party meant more people. More food. More fun! 

   ( All the shit Tallow’d’ve hated. ) 

   Maybe, like... Willow should’ve been worried when the supposed host slumped onto the floor in his attempts to welcome her and her strangers in. But out of all the emotions that came naturally to Willow -- and skies, there were a lot of them -- concern was one of the ones that seemed to fall low, low at the bottom. 

          There had been some form of miscommunication, and the plans that the girls had made to go to the host club had only made it to Rue moments before they left after closing up the cafe. It was a little unfortunate how impromptu it was as they were forced to go in whatever they came to work wearing. Obviously they didn’t look bad, but usually they’d dress up a little more for events like these. 

Before they knew it the group had arrived at the club and were being seated. They watched the girls titter and smiled and nodded on occasion when something was aimed towards them. Usually they would have already been getting into the mood, going along with the high energy, but after a long day of work-- all they could think was, ‘thank god there’s gonna be alcohol.’ They needed the little boost. 

prompt.

headcanon 09.   /    are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them ?  how have these shaped who they’ve become as a person ?      while either apply depending on the circumstance,  it does seem nurture has been most influential in shaping shota as a person.  a lot of his beliefs towards the world and himself were gained through how he was treated,  or how he saw others treat each other and their surroundings.  his profoundly low self esteem is a product of nurture,  with his parents only giving him material attention during his youth,  and very little emotional attention.  other people’s opinions of him and way of treating him have a very large impact on shota,  and can really worsen or lessen his insecurities,  depending on how they feel about it.  while he may appear aloof and uncaring,  shota takes every single word at heart,  even that of strangers,  and they often serve to solidify what he thinks is a truth:  he’s a terrible person,  and he doesn’t deserve much.  this in turn fuels much of what he is like as a person,  how he treats others,  and how he thinks and feels.  his lack of socialization is both nature and nurture,  with shota generally preferring to be on his own,  but at the same time having received very little opportunities to mingle and socialize as a child.  this social awkwardness ties in with his low - self esteem as well,  often causing him to have trouble predicting how others will react,  and how far he can go until he hits a boundary.

all in all,  it seems nurture is definitely a key element in the formation of shota’s identity,  with all different aspects of him interlinking in some way or another.

-> A series of headcanon asks to delve more in-depth with what makes the muses tick! Questions range from the obscure to the obvious so as to dig further into a muse’s life and habits. (x)

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Topaz Storm: Is your muse the creative type in any way? How do they usually express their creativity?

Flora is definetly the creative type, she's literally an art student and plans to do art for the rest of her life. She even wants to have her own home studio. Flora expresses her creativity in many ways, ranging from photography to painting to sculpting to drawing. But her main focus is drawing and painting.

Airi isn't creative in the traditional sense but she is good at coming up with ideas or solutions. She took an art class back in High School but has not intentions of pursuing it in the future. She isn't interested much in the creative arts like that.

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Opal Sky: Do they tend to get lost in their own thoughts/daydreams?

Flora does get lost in her own thoughts or daydreams. She has a tendency to think about her future a lot or think about her art and even about books she's read recently. She'll even think about what it would be like for her to be in said books or if other people in her life were there as well. Flora is a big daydreamer and she can get so focused on something that she zones out.

-> I COULDN'T FIND THE PROMPT I AM SO SORRY

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"I-It's okay." Flora says as she leans down to pick up the book that was knocked off the table by accident. She was a little annoyed, mostly because they did not apologize nor offer to pick the book back up, but she would not be rude enough to say that outloud.

─「ヴァイオレット」─  being someone who handled lots of ENVELOPS and mails, it was quite unusual for her to have something sent for her among the letters and parcels she had to deliver. gloved fingers carefully pulled out the CONTENT of the envelop, a receipt from the nearby RESTAURANT she had passed by a few days ago. but what caught her attention was the note attached.

                “ ... for me ... ? ” the message was HAND-WRITTEN, something that almost spoke of the person’s personality with each letters that was etched upon the paper. it was a cute, sun-shape sticky note, somehow complimenting the KINDNESS of the act and the thoughtful message given. the EX-SOLDIER wondered if they had seen her working late at night delivering letters ? they had no reason to do this but ... it somehow made her chest feel a little tight, and warm ...

                gloved digits caressed over the HAND-WRITTEN words, as though she was trying to picture the one who sent it. they’re someone kind, and bright, for sure --- like the SUN they happened to choose as paper. eyes softening as she made a mental note to maybe try to find this mysterious person.

                she wished they had included a NAME, or something that she’d be able to define them for. for now, she would make sure to savor the meal they had sent, and maybe one day she could REPAY their kindness, one way or the other.

huh – was this someone she knew? maybe an old classmate whose number had been long deleted after she changed numbers a few years ago? it was possible, but she couldn’t really think of anyone who would send her a playlist. either way, it was a nice pick-me-up for the day ( but she felt bad for not knowing who this was from if it really was someone she knew before ).