“oh,    that   wasn't   what   i        –        ”        she   flushes 

You know what? You broke these boys’ hearts. Leading them on for all this time. You know what? You need to move on, so that we can move on and be a family. A real family. So take this, and get the fuck out.

:squints: i wont do it. i wont do it. i wont do it.

𝑆𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ) dir. emerald fennell  /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  and  subjects  as  you  see  fit  !

❛ i wasn’t in love with him. ❜

❛ i loved him. of course! it was impossible not to. ❜

❛ everyone loved you. everyone wanted to be around you. ❜

❛ i protected him. i was honest with him. ❜

❛ it's just you and me, mate. and the girl with agoraphobia, but she's in her room. ❜

❛ are you telling me you spent your summer reading the bible? ❜

❛ oh no no. not, uh, friend. more an admirer. from afar. ❜

❛ so you're picking apart the style my essay instead of the substance? ❜

❛ it's not what you argue but how. ❜

❛ fuck, that's kind. are you serious? ❜

❛ i don't smoke. ❜

❛ he’s been expelled from almost every school in england for sucking off the teachers. ❜

❛ there aren’t any pictures of me as a kid. ❜

❛ you look different. ❜

❛ harsh! that is so harsh! you’re such a snob! ❜

❛ only rich people can afford to be this filthy. ❜

❛ do you think he'll be jealous? ❜

❛ no, i'm not like you. this is all i have. ❜

❛ this feels a bit fucking stupid now to be honest. ❜

❛ honestly? i don't think i'll ever go home again. ❜

❛ just be yourself! they'll love you! ❜

❛ everybody just goes to ruin, i suppose. ❜

❛ but darling you're kind about everyone, you can't be trusted. ❜

❛ i have a complete and utter horror of ugliness. ❜

❛ because you're a terrible person? ❜

❛ daddy always said that i'd end up at the bottom of the thames. ❜

❛ fucking hell you gave me a fright. ❜

❛ i wanted to have a look at the moon. it's nearly full. do you know what that means? ❜

❛ i'm cold blooded. we're all cold blooded, haven't you noticed? ❜

❛ because you’re so fucking beautiful. ❜

❛ you're in your see-through nightdress underneath my window. ❜

❛ i could just eat you. ❜

❛ lucky for you i'm a vampire. ❜

❛ bring on the slutty fairies. ❜

❛ it's just fucking cringe, mate. ❜

❛ what a little shit-stirrer. ❜

❛ it’s just so disappointing. you're just another one of his toys. ❜

❛ alright, fuck this. i'm getting a drink. ❜

❛ are you going to behave from now on? ❜

❛ i mean, you’re a fucking liar… why would you lie? ❜

❛ ...i just wanted to be your friend. ❜

❛ you can’t ignore me forever. ❜

❛ can you fuck off and bother somebody else? ❜

❛ you really do notice everything don't you? ❜

❛ you can’t just throw me away. ❜

❛ i just gave you what you wanted. like everyone else does! ❜

❛ everyone puts on a show for you. so i’m sorry if my performance wasn’t good enough. ❜

❛ i just need you to understand how much i fucking love you. ❜

❛ i'm still the same person. ❜

❛ i don't know what you are. but i do know you make my fucking blood run cold. ❜

❛ it was the end of everything. ❜

❛ none of us wants your bloody american feelings! ❜

❛ your politeness is so grating. do you know that? ❜

❛ you're always skulking around. weaving your spider web. ❜

❛ i think you're a moth. quiet. harmless. drawn to shiny things. batting up against the window… just desperate to get in. ❜

❛ you've made your holes in everything. you'll eat us from the inside out. ❜

❛ you ate him right up. and you licked the fucking plate.❜

❛ have you been happy? ❜

❛ i loved you. by god, i loved you. but sometimes i... hated you.❜

#1 reason why lottie o’hara is known as america’s sweetheart & personal favorite heiress of everyone

not to be the crybaby that i am, but my brain is useless today so i will be menacing on discord, pls feel free to hmu there if u wanna do some things <3

it   is   with   the   keen   eye   of   an   archer   that   alysanne   considers   him,    the   subtle   arch   of   her   brow,   depths   upon   depths   hidden   within   the   warm   brown   of   her   eyes.    but   it   is   the   girl   who   grew   up   surrounded   by   brothers   that   threatens   to   tease   him,    the   curling   corners   of   her   mouth   as   she   shifts   her   chin,    sending   spirals   of   black   curls   over   her   shoulder. 

“   mostly   good   things.   ”        a   pretty   white   lie   from   sharp   white   teeth,       none   had   ever   so   much   as   whispered   anything   that   wasn't   complimentary   of   him   in   any   circle   around   her,    before   aly   finds   herself   shaking   off   the   rust   and   disuse   of   her   own   courtesies,    offering   lord   stark   as   ladylike   a   curtsy   as   one   could   manage   in   a   pair   of   leather   breeches.        “   this   far   south,    they'll   blow   hot   air   at   anything,    won't   they?   ”        flexing   her   fingers,    the   itch   of   war   still   lingers   in   her   hands        –        but   there's   a   comfort   to   be   found   now,    she   supposes,    if   not   in   the   quiet   of   it   all,    then   in   the   man   that   stands   before   her;    steady   as   they   come,    none   had   ever   thought   to   question   cregan   stark,    and   when   her   little   nephew        –       gods,    could   she   even   call   benji   that,    now?        –       had   politely   suggested   a   marriage   to   him       .   .   .     

a   laugh   tumbles   forth   from   her   lips,    before   aly   offers   him   her   gloved   hand,    palm   up.        “   the   arrangements?    or   you?   ” 

@petitmortes ❅ ❝ It's good, to finally put a face to the name I heard spoken so often. ❞ / alysanne & cregan

𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 , 𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 𝑼𝑷𝑶𝑵 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑳𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑹. towering down her back like a storm. it's hardly the gentleman of him to admit how fervently he had agreed to the arrangement of marriage between them. especially not after such a brilliant first impression , looks even aside.

a gentle smile makes its way onto foreign lips. ❝ good things , i hope. ❞ some even and open way into the greeting. cregan bows his head in respect. the tight formalities of the capitol evade him. he does not make any effort , large or small , to catch up to them. his existence on this plane is nothing short of EPHEMERAL , he must tell himself. ❝ i have heard your praise , my lady. even here in the south. ❞ a reach at some northern sort of connection. a desire for someone to feel so misfit as he should feel in the capitol of his plane.

❝ i hope the arrangements are to your liking. ❞ a stifling swallow of bile. he's never grown used to these sort of things. still so far drained in his youth and yet stiff in all that the north has laid upon his skin. he feels some statue in the capitol : the sun warms its subjects too freely here.

Send "What if they kissed?"

and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"

having multiple characters i need to lore dump on bc i adopted their entire house but brain is brain and it’s a sunday night and i need to re-dye my hair

“   that   finally   really   makes   it   sound   like   i   made   you   wait   more   than   a   couple   of   days   to   see   me.   ”        teasing,    as   she   drops   her   one   small   carry-on   to   the   ground   at   his   feet,    “   do   i   need   to   do   a   little   spin   for   you   to   make   sure   i   don't   have   a   zipper   or   something?    or   maybe       .   .   .        you   wanna   pinch   me   to   make   sure   i'm   real?   ”     trouble   is   as   trouble   does,    half   spun   'round   already,    offering   flesh   just   below   the   denim   of   her   shorts   to   his   hands   if   he   wants   it. 

‎ִ   ‎🏆   ׄ   ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃˡˡ     ⎯⎯     ᶠᵉᵃᵗ. ˡⁱᵛ ᵐᵒʳᵍᵃⁿ  ‎ִ     ⌣

         “     and    here     i     thought    i’d    be     at     the    airport    ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ    for     you    for     hours       ,        but    here     you    are      ......      𝗜𝗧’𝗦 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡.          face-time     doesn’t    do     you   justice.        “    

you could've knocked me out with a feather , i know you've heard this all before but we're just hell's neighbors ( . . . )

america's sweetheart , disgraced heiress , a honeysuckle & vanilla daydream ; charlotte o'hara .

an original character , created with no set fandom in mind -- universe flexible , mid - twenties , career verse dependent , portrayed by sydney sweeney . stats listed below the cut . biography to come eventually .

FULL NAME:  charlotte june o'hara.  NICKNAME(S):  lottie,   lj.  AGE:  twenty - five.  DATE OF BIRTH:  october 30,   1998.  PLACE OF BIRTH:  baton rouge,   louisiana.  ETHNICITY:   caucasian.  GENDER:  cisfemale PRONOUNS:  she / hers.  SEXUAL ORIENTATION:   compulsory heterosexual; open to shipping with any / all characters with the right chemistry & plotting.   ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:  compulsory heteroromantic; see above.  RELIGION:   catholic.  OCCUPATION:  verse dependent; heiress, influencer, sometimes a registered nurse.  EDUCATION LEVEL:   verse dependent; bachelor’s degree in nursing from louisiana state university in any verse where she is a nurse; probably a yale graduate with a liberal arts degree in others.  LIVING ARRANGEMENTS:   lives alone in a luxury studio loft apartment with her cat, toulouse.   FINANCIAL STATUS:   old money wealthy. SPEAKING VOICE AND ACCENT:   educated southern belle,   particularly twangy and drawling when she’s tired or drunk. 

HAIR COLOR:   blonde.  EYE COLOR:   blue.  HEIGHT:   five feet.  WEIGHT:   one hundred and twenty two pounds SIGNATURE SCENT:   l'art & la matiere tobacco honey eau de parfum.

FEARS:   failure,    having to rely fully on her family.  HABITS:   face touching,   lip biting,   knuckle cracking.  ASTROLOGY:   scorpio.  MORAL ALIGNMENT:  neutral good.  WEATHER:   gentle rain. COLOR:   blue. MUSIC:    oldies hits. MOVIE:   casablanca.  BOOK:   the secret garden.  SPORT:    volleyball.  BEVERAGE:   peach tea.  FOOD:    crepes.  ANIMAL:   cats.  SEASON:   spring. 

MOTHER:    katherine o'hara,    nee woods.  FATHER:     charles o'hara iv.  SIGNIFICANT OTHER:   verse dependent.  EXES:   verse dependent.  SIBLING(S):   three; charles o'hara v, channing o'hara bolton, christian o'hara.  CHILDREN:   none / verse dependent. PET(S):    a ragdoll cat named toulouse.