one , hi! i'm aurora (twenty one, she/her pronouns) and this is an original character based in kt's lore for the th1rte3n gv. unless said otherwise, all graphics on this blog are created by me. since faye is an original character, please do not steal her or her headcanons. i am in no way affiliated with ashley moore or any inspirations for this blog in any way.

two , this blog will have adult themes, but no smut will occur as i'm just not comfortable writing it on the dash. i tag my triggers as trigger /. personally, i ask that religion and emetophobia/vomit mentions be tagged, but always feel free to let me know if you need something tagged.

three , this blog is mutuals only for my own comfort, please do not message me and ask why i have not followed you back, it’s very stressful for me. don’t take it personal! 9/10 it has nothing to do with you as a person, just my personal preference. i softblock when i don't plan on following back. please don't follow and refollow to get my attention. i would like to keep this blog as drama free as possible, but i can’t promise there won’t be any reblogged callouts, so i’ll tag them with drama / and callout /.

four , shipping, in any regard, with faye can be difficult because of habits, antics, and behaviors. however, that doesn't mean i'm not open to it. i adore platonic connections as well. feel free to shoot me an im if you wanna plot/ship anything with me. don’t assume our muses are in a relationship unless we have talked about it first, although you may send in shippy memes to test the waters!

five , my activity with this blog regarding actual in character content tends to fluctuate, but i am almost always available via tumblr ims or disco, and in general just lurking on the dash.

somedays i can pump out 10 things a day, somedays i have a queue, but i can also go a week without anything but shitposting.

six , all in character memes that i answer are always available to turn into threads, and none of the memes i have on my blog have an expiration date. i do post starter calls, but please let me know if you’d like yours fixed in any way! it’s no fun to keep replying to a thread you’re not interested in. if you ever need to drop a thread of ours, don’t even worry about it!! roleplay is meant to be fun, it isn’t a job.

seven , as for formatting, all i ask is that you cut your posts. i format my posts pretty heavily, with bold, italic, blockquotes, small text, and double spacing. please do not use photoshopped screenshots as replies! it’s very annoying and hard to read on my end.

eight , i don’t believe in reblog karma, if we are mutuals, feel free to reblog a meme or anything else that is not stated otherwise. personals please do not reblog my edits or my promos, but mutuals are always welcome to!

nine , please do not godmod my character, it is just proper etiquette. if there’s anything you need me to change in my reply or something in yours that you caught as a mistake, just let me know! also, i love making friends so just feel free to talk to me anytime through ims about anything at all!

ten , i ask that homophobic, racist, xenophobic, transphobic, pro-incest, islamophobic and/or blue lives matter muns do not interact with me, you will be blocked. also, i will not interact with any cop muses, hp singles (i will be very selective with multis that feature these characters or muses that have a verse and most likely will avoid that verse or specific muse), historical/rpf muses, whitewashed characters, or any muse that follows the dni mun criteria.

a park bench, nine-years-old and sitting, feet swinging. her mom left her with the other kids while she stumbled off to liquor land, but faye didn't really care because she was a bitch anyways when she wasn't drunk. but now the party's over. the kids have all gone home. and she's alone as the sun sets. she imagines someone taking her far away from here. far away is a castle in the clouds against this.

a set of bleachers, underneath. crawling with teenagers looking for a good time and vermin alike, one in the same. though none of them seem to care. a hit, a drink, god, a fucking blowjob. who cares. no one, and neither does she. weaves her way through the crowd of 4th hour skippers, an astonishing amount but the teachers have given up. a sly smile, signature in the way that all of the shadowed things are. she plays the game and she wins. "i'm looking for something ... fun." and i'll do anything to get it.

a football game, a hellish landscape that faye couldn't care less about. save for one person, one cheerleader. caspian in the middle of it all, lips carefully painted cherry red in the previous hour by faye. because she was hers and she wouldn't have her girl struggle over something like that all by herself. that's what friends were for. from her watchful perch, she spies a certain baseball player making his way down to where pom poms and high kicks were flying. don't do it, cass. brown hues narrow, alighted with a fire, witnessing a neverending, circled story. don't choose him, not again. but she's not the type to be naive, she knows how this goes. faye exits the field, but not without finding someone to light her cigarette first.

a dirty teenage room, glistening with girl-soul and the stench of cigarettes. the window's cracked and open, in more ways than one. both lifting the smoke out of the room and making winters unbearable. but nothing's that bleak now, for she has caspian by her, limbs entangled even as their minds lay in different places. "it's a fuckin' joke, is what it is." is said, voice like velvet in the night when caspian's fears reach studded

ears. "some deranged freshie that gets off of the true-crime bullshit. fuckin' freak's probably just pissed he didn't get asked to hoco."

a graveyard that backs a park that backs a lake, it's a party. boys too old and girls too young and spread thin, drunk and drowsy with whatever was in red-solo cups and the tension in the air. end of road because they were so clever. a second someone in a body bag, but everyone knows three makes a serial. and the young residents of hell, ohio were pulling out all the stops. faye's there, of course she is, in the middle of it all. someone leans in, shouts to achieve her precious attention. "hey, aren't you number three?" she's not even scared when she answers, though a little tipsy. "no, i'm fucking faye cassidy."

a suburban house, window jiggled up and opened with ease, the process done infinite times before. a room drenched in the essence of a teenage girl that shines with popularity. it's perfect. she's perfect. faye toes her shoes off so she doesn't mark up the carpet. a lithe body climbs into her bed, tucks under covers like she always does. hungry, hungry, hungry. caspian looks so peaceful in her sleep, rife with a purity that girls like faye can only dream of. she thinks she could eat her alive. a piece of blonde tucked behind a fragile ear, cassie flutters awake. "you're still my girl, right?"

faye doesn't come home that night, or any night ever again. though a widowed and senile barbara johnson swears she saw her walking that way, near the trailer park but not quite there. near safe, but not quite there. on the record, mrs. johnson is the last person to see her, but her account is taken even less serious than caspian's. caspian, who is the only one who worries, the only one who cares. but you probably knew that already, didn't you?

they find her dead, gone rot, past a point of no return. her name had been written on the wall, in blood, number #3. they found number #4 before they found her. a tragedy, everyone says. but nobody cries, nobody notices. nobody except for caspian.

f1rstslashed makena wú.

knif2d daniel miller.

5tabbed sloan carter.

kill6d maeve kessler.

s7ain easton hale.

slash8d lavender dawson.

victim9d caspian michaels.

list10ed liam wyatt.

ju11iet hannah phillips.

12omeo richie valentine.

fina13 trystan hale.

hellscitizens multi-muse.

hellsfiance justin mitchell.

visitshell eli erickson.

mattieinhell matt phillips.

unlistedsis isabella hale.

hellstective regan driscoll.

pennypods penelope laine.

uptoda18e jennifer daily.

twinslashed casper michaels.