Venus

ʙɪɢ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

Simple set please!

ʙɪɢ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

Interested on a female spot!

What Are You Listening To?

Something like "Skins (UK version). (High casual & seeking a CO-GM)

@Tainted Perfect! What do you want on the sheet? Also, can we reserve roles, face claims and colors? I know for sure my character will be female, and I'll most likely be using the snobby and arrogant queen bee trope.

Palm Beach Royals

Even though he wouldn’t show it, Dante was pleasantly surprised when Aurora accepted his proposition to take her out for a ride in his Ferrari. Huh… Maybe Little Miss President wasn’t as boring as he thought she was. The taste for thrills and adventure was always on the backs of everyone’s minds, after all. And with Mossos, she would no doubt get that curiosity for action and danger thoroughly satisfied. Not to mention that if he took his time and played his cards right, the car wouldn’t be the only thing she’d be riding on.

“Alright then. Whenever you’re down for it, let me know. I’m always available to show a pretty kitten like you a good time,” he told her, shooting her a wink teasing wink accompanied by the suggestive drop-dead smirk that characterized him.

As much as he wanted to, he didn’t have enough time to bask in the sweet smell of victory. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his cousin Antonella suddenly get up from her seat and stalk out the door, a distraught expression on her beautiful face. For Ella to be anything other than her usual bubbly self meant that there was something eating at her. Add that to the fact that she’d been sitting to her crush of the last three years and with how utterly confused Wade was looking, it didn’t take a genius to put two and two together and take a guess at what might have happened.

Frowning, the young man stood up. “Excuse me for a sec, kitten. I’ll be right back,” he excused himself before walking over to the table his cousin and best friend had been sharing, and slipping into the seat Ella had just vacated next to Wade. "What the fuck did you do to her, man? Ella never disobeys an instruction, and she literally just up and left the room after explicitly being told not to. I love you, man, but you must have done something to her. So, out with it. What was it?”

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On the other side of the room, a smile came across Sol’s lips when Marco made that dig at himself when she said her comment about dumbasses. “Yeah, you are, but at least you’re entertaining. These dumb people just get on my nerves,” she told him, rolling her eyes as if just the thought of her fellow classmates annoyed her to no end.

It was then when her sweetheart of a best friend asked what had just happened between her and Sav, and the dark-haired girl had every intention to explain everything with details. But before Soleil could get a word in, the clueless young man went off on a roll about how hot Savanna was, and a bunch of other useless facts about her dumb little crew that Shady didn’t give a rat’s ass about. Unbeknownst to Mac, he causing her blood to boil even further, and her limited patience with the world was reaching its limit.

“Can you please stop talking, Marco? I don’t give a shit about Goldilocks or her two little minions,” she finally snapped, cutting the boy off mid-sentence and immediately feeling bad about having been so particularly nasty to him. Thankfully, the sound of the door to the detention classroom slamming shut interrupted their moment and saved Sol from the pang of guilt that would have been seeing Mac’s hurt face.

“Whoa, where’s that sugarplum fairy cousin of yours disappear to?”

Shifting her thoughts away from the guilt, Shady turned to look in the direction of the door where Ella had apparently made her grand exit. “Will you look at that? Looks like Miss Bumblebee has the Mossos temper after all,” she teased, her mouth curling up in the shadow of a smile.

"Yo, Mossos! Where'd Ella go?!" Marco shouted clear across the room, standing up from his seat and looking straight at her older brother.

Dante turned his icy frown towards Marco, clearly annoyed at being interrupted on his conversation with Wade. “The fuck do I know! What do you think I’m trying to figure out?” he shouted right back, waving the blond boy off.

Something like "Skins (UK version). (High casual & seeking a CO-GM)

Awesome! I'll be waiting! ❤

Something like "Skins (UK version). (High casual & seeking a CO-GM)

I have the same question lol

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Alright people, break's over! Time to get those posts in!

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Homecoming week had gone by a lot faster than Marisol Castillo would have liked. In between homework, tests and her job at The Surfer's Hut, the clock and the days seemed to have sped away. But it hadn’t always been all work and no play. During her breaks, she’d spent her free time getting to know Salem Rivera. He’d seemed like an alright dude upon first impressions, and had proven himself to be a pretty damn awesome guy. Sal was always joking around, and his smile was so infectious it was impossible to be in any sort of bad mood around him. The more time they spent together, the happier Marisol felt about being paired up with him. This had not gone unnoticed, of course. Family, friends and therapists were thrilled with the progress Marisol was making, and encouraged for her to keep developing this bond that was doing her so much good. With how much fun she and Sal had together, there were absolutely no intentions to screw up a good thing.

The subject of this being Marisol’s last Homecoming dance - and the fact that she would actually be attending it - spread like wildfire through the Castillo-Zima-Brady family. Her aunt Marcela jumped at the chance of getting her dress, so she sent out for her favorite designer to take Mari’s measurements and make her the most breathtaking creation he could come up with. The young woman’s only conditions were that the dress could not be poofy, frilly, in pastel or bright colors, and the designer had promised he would make her something stunning and fitting her personality. Her grandmother Marlena had taken charge of the jewelry department, lending her first granddaughter with a matching diamond and gold earring and necklace set and a few golden rings. With the dress and jewels now taken care of, her aunt Callie had volunteered to provide Marisol with hair and makeup prep. Callie’s excitement at having the opportunity to glow up her oldest niece had been so much so that she’d flown all the way from LA to do the honors. All in all, it did take the better part of four hours to achieve the final result. But when the masterpiece was unraveled, there were nothing but smiles - and even a few tears - in the room.

Of course, then came the mandatory photo session. Marisol posed with every present family member at the house: her parents, her brothers, her aunt, her cousin Nicolás (who had surprised them all by showing up in their doorstep earlier that day), one with each parent separately, one with each brother, a family portrait, solo photos, video calls with both sets of grandparents… By the time she was done, it had been a while since Salem had been patiently waiting for her downstairs, and a long enough time for the both of them to have developed the little nervous butterflies in the stomach.

Smiling brightly, the brunette skipped out the door of her room and slid down the wooden railing of the stairs. A loud cry of laughter and excitement was heard before there was a loud thud when the girl made the clean landing of a person with years of experience at it.

“Ready to go, partner?” Marisol brightly asked Salem, offering up her arm to him with a grin.

Upon first impressions, Mari was completely unrecognizable. The long, dark hair that was usually under a beanie was styled in soft waves in a half-up, half-down hairdo, with a few stray strands as decoration. Her face, normally without a single drop of makeup on, was now sporting a bronze glitter half cut-crease smokey eye, combined with the whole nine yards of defined contour, blinding highlighter and a dusty rose matte liquid lipstick. A pair of diamond studs decorated her ears, while a thin gold chain with a single diamond pendant hung from the girl’s slender neck, and gold rings called attention to her delicate fingers. The long fingernails that were painted black or sported chipped nail polish were manicured to perfection, in a gorgeous selection of metallic bronze.

But the real pièce de résistance was her dress.

The family’s designer had indeed made good on his promise to make a showstopper that was completely fitting of Marisol’s personality. His creation had been a short, long-sleeved, deep V-necked dress, with a black fabric base but covered in gold and bronze sequins from top to bottom. Even when paired with her trusty white Vans sneakers, there was no doubt that all eyes would be on Mari when she arrived. The way the dress shone when the sequins caught the light was truly stunning.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

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