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peantbuttr · 4 years
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     Even though she’d only just gotten off work, it seemed like the prudent thing to do to bounce from her bar to another bar, so here she was. Sipping an obnoxiously pink blended thing and tapping the toe of her foot against the ground, she leaned over the edge of the balcony, blonde hair dripping all around her as she did so.  “He’s kinda cute.”  she said, smiling,  “in a tiny manlet sort of way. Like you could fit him in a pocket.”  It had little to do with what Jenny was saying, but if she was being honest, she might have been too drunk to give a coherent reply.  “Maybe he’s taking down the competition one-by-one...”
in a town known for its party scene, like dayton apparently was, jenny felt like there was only really one way to meet the right people she would ever want to call friends. that was by becoming a fully-fledged member of the ‘damn, they’re out drinking again?’ club. things were just more interesting at night, she thought. this bar was proving her right. in the space of thirty minutes, this one small dude had managed to start two fights without getting involved in either of them. a lot of people down where he was didn’t realize he was the culprit of the start of the brawls, but jenny had seen everything from the balcony she was stood at. “are you seeing what i’m seeing?” she asked a bystander. “you gotta hand it to the guy, he’s doing a professional job in stirring the pot, huh?” 
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peantbuttr · 4 years
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      Delicate fingers skate over the lid of her coffee, and peel it off. Astrid produces a glass bottle from her purse, and screws the lid off in one hand, a smooth and practiced movement, before tipping it in. She replaces both lids, then pockets the bottle, and when she looks up, she grimaces.  “It makes it taste better.”  She tries, brushing blonde hair over her shoulder, and taking a sip.  Still -- she thinks she’s onto something here. She needs coffee to get started, and she needs booze to enjoy it after she does, so why not combine them both?  Astrid lifts the coffee to her lips and takes a little sip, and then swirls the cup in one hand to mix it all together.  The touch of a British accent rolls off her tongue as easily as anything, rounded, long vowels all tumbling together as she continues. “it’s Irish coffee, right? So technically I’m cultured.”
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peantbuttr · 4 years
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the struggle is real
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peantbuttr · 4 years
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meet  ASTRID NILSSEN,      the  twenty three  year old waitress who moved to dayton three months ago.  she’s known as  playful  &  selfish  in equal parts.  astrid  uses she/her pronouns & identifies as bisexual.
hello all !! i’m tea, and i’m in the discord chat if y’all wanna plot or talk !! astrid and i are excited to be here !! sorry this got a lil long. hopefully it’s okay kjgsfgs
i do have severe rape trigger, so while we’re all adults here, please warn me before mentioning and/or refrain from going into detail about plots involving these things so i can manage my shit, you know? you do you, but i also do me, and i just don’t have enough booze to field a panic attack today fgkdfgsg
otherwise pls hit me up and plot. i’m a shy person but if you want plots, i’ll bust my booty to get em for you : ‘)
                     * /  intro. 💋
name:   astrid nilssen
nicknames:  n/a, but if someone gave her one she’d fucking melt
age, bday:   23, june 7th
zodiac:   gemini 
sexuality:    bisexual, no preference
gender:  female, using she/her pronouns
character traits:  flighty, playful, aggressive, intelligent, creative, ambitious, spoiled, selfish
alignment: chaotic neutral, esfp, slytherin
                      * /  past. 💋
tw verbal abuse, age gap, abortion
born in europe from a loveless marriage between a well-bred british socialite and the young heir of an american corporate dynasty, astrid spent most of her life jumping between boarding schools and holidays foisted off on either set of grandparents
all this served to do was isolate her more: she couldn’t fit in with european girls, and she wasn’t familiar enough with america to fit in there either. the isolation grew.
her grandparents didn’t love her any more than her parents did – old money with old values, they ridiculed her for being not skinny enough, too skinny, not pretty enough, too girlish, too stupid, too smart – nothing she did was enough… nothing she did would ever be enough
their constant demanding and belittling left astrid bitter, tired and constantly trying to do better, so much so that it was exhausting, and she felt like she was tiptoeing over glass
she hardly ever saw her parents, let alone saw them within the same room as one another – and quickly she learned that the easiest way to get positive  attention was to demand it. she grew from acting out in class to shoplifting to getting high during the school days
each time she got a final warning from yet another school, her parents would show up, lavish her in gifts to bribe her into obeisance, and for once astrid would feel loved
it escalated and escalated, however, as astrid started pushing further and further in order to earn what she craved, the attention & validation from her family that drove her to just about every extreme she could think of
so it’s no wonder that astrid, a narcissistic little daredevil, fell in love with the first person that showed her the attention she craved. within six months she was devoted to her partner: a much older, and much more controlling person than she’d ever imagined herself with.
it lost its shine, however, when astrid found out she was pregnant just after turning twenty two. she panicked. she knew somewhere in her that she could not trust her partner to take care of her, and she knew that she could not be, and desperately didn’t want to be, a mother.
so she got an abortion. to hide it from her controlling parents, she bought herself expensive trinkets and sold them at pawn shops, and afterwards, nothing felt the same. 
it opened her eyes -- and, after withdrawing several thousand dollars from her trust fund, she disappeared and left home to find a future in dayton.
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                     * /  present. 💋
of course her parents keep tabs on her: she sees familiar faces lurking outside her apartment almost daily. still, no one has harassed her yet, and at the moment that’s all she can hope for.
although starting fresh and without a constant family fortune to guide her, so far she’s found working to be mostly agreeable. she waits tables at a little dive club in dayton, using her girlish charm to wiggle tips out of even the most tight-fingered bastard
she’s still selfish and wild, difficult to control, and interested in little else but her next thrill. hell only accentuated her headstrong unruliness, and this is sure to be a problem for her.
muleheaded and relentless, when she gets her teeth in something and decides she likes it, it’s almost impossible to get her to let go.
still, one can earn a semblance of comfort and friendship with her, as much as any narcissist can offer; she’s endlessly loyal to those who earn it, and although her capacity for true effortless kindness has never been nurtured, she makes a needy, protective and attentive friend
                    * /  specific wanted plots. 💋
an old and familiar friend —  she leads an isolating life, though somehow has found a relic of her tumultuous past. this person knew her as a spoiled little rich girl, and knows her now adjusting to hard work and the realities of life as an average person -  open to any gender
a mentor —  rarely does astrid trust anyone with asking for advice and help in her life. still, she doesn’t know what she’s doing, and has been raised in a guilded cage: she has to open up to someone and ask what the fuck she’s supposed to do with her taxes. this person is the most trusted friend and ally she has, and the only person who has so far been allowed to see that she really is still just a scared little girl in need of attention -  open to any gender, though preferably a little older / more experienced in life than she is
                   * /  plot ideas. 💋
sexual
i’m open to literally anything .... the standard fwb, hookups & one night stands 
ppl who want a tiny, angry girl to boss them around idk
u need a wlw eightball? astrid is here to help
u need a third to spice things up with ur girl? astrid is here to help
someone she’s uhhh trading favors with cause she’s got Ambition and one of them is a lot of money of her own
romantic
hedonism is her jam so there’s only a few of these i’m putting down
although yooo imagine the drama if someone objectively better than her did catch her eye.... nice
unrequited crush  —  someone astrid caught feelings for and knows they don’t feel the same. she��s trying to work through it, but this person gives her butterflies, she can’t help it. highly undignified for her. wtf is this feeling, get it away from her -  /lays down reverse card  —  someone who wants some angst in the form of unrequited feelings for a tiny brat. unwise, but it happens
break up with your girlfriend, i’m bored  —  a friend to whom astrid played side-chick while they figured out shit with their girl... then made the mistake of getting attached. it’s going to end terribly, she knows, but why not enjoy it while it lasts?
platonic
other people who work in the service industry like a co-workers / boss (still deciding where she works, so if ur muse needs an employee hmu ok), people she’s met at a bar, people she’s known for years somehow, etc.
yin to yang ; someone who is calm and shy, matching astrid’s small, fight-me, wild child energy and balancing her out. astrid’s not sure what she should do with them, but also can’t stop bothering them
heart-to-heart friend ;  someone who sees through all of astrid bullshit, aggression and drama and sees that even through the dramatic haze of brattiness and selfishness , she’s genuinely fuckin... sad underneath it all. they don’t take her shit and coax honesty out of her
ex roommate ; someone whose couch she crashed on when she first arrived, before she got herself her own place. she probably didn’t really ask before deciding she was staying with them and tbh prob was annoying as hell. so it could be a fun connection
negative ; someone who hates her and has tried to fuck her shit up, someone she’s had a falling out with, someone she was Too Mean To, someone she plays mean pranks on, someone who annoys the shit out of her, oo even an ex could exist.... idk fuck me up fam
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peantbuttr · 5 years
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–––  * /  astrid. 💋 
—   * /  𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖉    ♡   ﹙name﹚
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