my name’s lex!

21 years old.

some experience with tumblr rpc, on and off again for years. it’s been a while so bear with me.

i always do my best to read over rules and information. mistakes happen, but if i mess up i will always strive to do better.

i am private (meaning i only plot and write with mutuals) and semi-selective (meaning to me that i’m somewhat picky about who i follow.) if i don’t follow you back, it’s not personal and i’m sure you’re lovely, it’s just about whether or not i imagine the chemistry to be there.

i’m willing to do mains if the relationship develops naturally, but i don’t practice exclusives for myself.

i’m very open to ships, but please talk to me before making romantic moves so we can be on the same page and see if the chemistry is there.

central standard time. i can’t promise to always reply right away, but i’ll try not to go too long between replies.

about the muse

my josie is relatively canon-compliant with major headcanon and meta influences.

however, i am willing and excited to come up with unique verses! 

josie uses she/her pronouns.

josie is pan/bi. they mean the same thing to her.

despite being a very caring person, josie finds it very hard to say the words‘i love you.’ in canon, she’s only said it to her sister, lizzie (and maybe her father, i can’t recall.) while i welcome the conflict this may cause, please don’t try to pressure me into having her say it. she will ONLY say it if she feels it, if she feels safe, if she trusts the person, and she’s in a good place emotionally. even then, it can be really hard for her to get out. 

IT IS IN HER VEINS.  She was destined to destroy the world and now takes that as a challenge.  Life had always sucked for the tribrid but now free of remorse there is nothing left to fear.  YOU ARE GONNA BE THE GREATEST WITCH THE WORLD HAS EVER KNOWN.  Bodies dropping in what would appear to be an animal attack skillfully planned out.  The only place Hope has hit more than once is NEW ORLEANS,  her birth place. 

The door bell DINGS loudly and on a normal day no one would be able to hear it over the sound of people getting wasted with someone outside in the alley vomiting for they don’t know their limits.   ❝ And you are? ❞

Who are you?  Is better than HOW do you know me which is a stupid question given EVERYONE should know of her by now as she has been doing a damn good job trying to make sure that everyone knows her.   ❝ Since you know me already it is only fair. ❞   The body that she had been holding by the neck gets torn in half with a sicking wet snap as she KICKS the torso forward with a full tribrid force ( it makes the whole body fly across the room ) leaving her standing there with JUST a head in hand.

“i—i’m josette. josie, actually,” she answers, sure to keep her posture straight and tall as she approaches with a CAUTIOUS pace.

she worries that the other girl might be able to read her all too easily, read some last bastion of squeamishness or fear in the lines of her expression. it's what everyone says, after all. little josie saltzman, hiding away in her twin sister's shadow. little josie saltzman, who would never hurt a fly, who’d let anyone do anything to her. especially her sister. she's SICK and TIRED of it. there are days when her chest threatens to explode, days when the promise of magic burns at the edges of her fingertips and yearns to show them all what she's really capable of. half the fear at hope's show of violence isn't even for herself; it's of herself. of what she finds herself WILLING TO DO, now. there’s a part of her that doesn’t think the tribrid’s idea of a good time looks so repulsive.

josie’s eyes glance to the head in hope’s hand and she works to keep her face steeled.

“josie saltzman. i think you might have heard of my father?” then again, maybe not. it's a guess more than anything.

eventually, josie reaches as far as she dares to go and halts. the scent of blood is stronger now. toughen up, she tells herself. get a grip. it’s why she’s HERE in the first place.

the MERGE won't be the death of her before she's ever truly lived her own life. josie crosses her arms and stares at the other girl before adding: “i’m here because i need help. well... information. and maybe a favor. i’ve got money if you want it." skimming the salvatore school funds over the last several months wasn't easy, but at least it made this bargain workable. "and... i’m prepared to offer a favor in turn if you don't accept cash for your services,” she adds, trying for sardonic.