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Legends of Carnation Island

Okay Final Answer. @spooner

Micah Roman Geun

(FC: Charles Melton ; DC : 00CC99)

Alessio Nero Castro

(FC: Maria Casals ; DC:0892D0)

@Hoekage

Oh hey it's my favorite Christian Gray male char making his group debut 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Legends of Carnation Island

Reserving Robert Sheehan with the color 8dc73f as the overly flirtatious edgelord that nobody wanted or needed, Quinn Lloyd.

God knows why I'd bring him back.

@Prosaic

QUINN!!!!!!

Legends of Carnation Island

I haven't done a roleplay with ya'll in a hot minute, I might be down.

@Prosaic

I MISS YOU PLZ COME ABOARD 😭💖

Legends of Carnation Island

Maybe. Just maybe.

@Altered Tundra

Bitch you better 😤😂💖

Legends of Carnation Island

Claim to the pageant beauty queen bee roleeeeeee


Madeleine Desiree Baudelaire | FC: Loren Gray | Hot Pink // FF69B4

Post a random fact about yourself.

I get really fucking defensive when people come for my friends. If you have a problem with them, you have a problem with me. #loyalaf #2forthepriceof1

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{I’ll do the coding tomorrow cause i’m fucking tired but here’s the posttttttt for Diablo and Aiden}

Not all was at peace in the Devil’s Kingdom.

It turned out that Jamie Foster had found out about his daughter's pregnancy on the day of the assembly. While they were at school, he had scheduled April’s first doctor’s appointment, to take place first thing the following day. Santiago had agreed to attend the appointment with April, going into the whole thing with nothing but the denial he’d been experiencing since she’d told him the news. Of course, that denial was soon thrown off the window the second they’d heard a strong, steady heartbeat ringing across the examination room, followed by the grainy images of what the doctor said was the baby moving around and wiggling on the monitor of the ultrasound machine. Now that he’d seen and heard the solid proof, the realization that he really was going to be a father had sunk in, and left the eighteen year-old in a daze for the rest of the week.

After a few days of reflection and introspection, Santiago had decided to have a serious talk with April about what he thought was the way to do things in order to keep their kid safe. The first of these things -her skipping Kavi’s party- was met with a noncommittal nod. But the second he brought up how she really should quit racing until after the baby was born, World War III began. She dismissed his suggestion as soon as the words left his mouth, and no matter how many good reasons he listed against carrying on her favorite hobby, the girl was having none of it... Which naturally ended with the young couple being on the outs again and his mood being shitty all throughout the next week.

And these were just parts of the millions of thoughts racing through his brain as he drove down to Kavi’s party against his will with Aiden in the passenger seat.

At first, Aiden was mildly entertained by Santiago’s obvious frustration and took to casually pepper their conversations with words purposefully meant to remind him of April. (Words like ‘baby’, ‘dad’, and ‘pregnant’; Aiden wasn’t the most subtle). However, he quickly grew bored when Santi started to become more and more distracted from the conversation with his reactions getting darker and darker. Aiden was starting to get antsy.

“So,” Aiden drawled from the passenger seat, with his back propped against the car door and one leg drawn to his chest while the other was sprawled across the dash. When Santiago didn’t react instantly, Aiden repeated, “So…”

“What?” Santiago snapped, brows furrowed as he glared at his best friend. It wasn’t enough that Aiden had dragged him to the party hosted at Kavi’s house of all places, but his constant mentions of things related to April and his baby were starting to get under his skin.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Aiden asked awkwardly. It wasn’t his original question, but Santiago’s response had him holding back his other question (which was along the lines of: can you have sex when she’s pregnant?).

Diablo let out a long, deep sigh. “I’m just fucking pissed, man,” he began, shaking his head. “First Lils tells me she’s pregnant, then Yessi decides it’s time to haul that big, juicy ass back to Florida at the same time Xixi brings back hers, then Max decides to fucking ditch me to run off after Yessi, Lils and I can’t seem to fucking get on the same page about anything regarding the kid, and MHS fucking slaughtered us at the game yesterday. It’s as if it’s one shitty thing after the next, and I’m getting real fucking tired of it.”

Aiden drummed his fingers across his knee, humming in thought. He wasn’t actually thinking all that hard, no matter what he thought of or said, it most definitely would not be good advice. Aiden is just not a good-advice giver - matter of fact, as a forewarning, he usually tells people to not take any of his advice. He did just get out of juvie, after all.

“That sucks, man.” Aiden sighed sympathetically, lazily tapping Santiago’s shoulder in solidarity. “So, like, can girls have sex while preggers, though? That might at least solve one of your problems.”

Santiago scoffed, shook his head and turned his attention back to the road. Did he really expect Aiden to even mildly begin to understand what was happening the way Max or Lucas would? Of course not- this was probably just another source of entertainment to the guy, which only served to fuel the volatile mood he was already in. Thankfully, anger had been effective in getting the young man’s foot pressed to the gas pedal, so they’d reached Kavi’s house in record time.

When they’d finally found an empty parking spot some distance away, Diablo had half a mind to drop off Aiden, wait until he was far from sight and go back home. Hell, maybe he’d swallow his `pride and call up April to make amends and hang out watching a couple of movies in the theater room of his house. But the promise of blowing off some steam at the party was much too inviting to pass up; after all, it could be one of the last parties he’d be able to attend before he had to forcefully man the fuck up. So with one last sigh, Santiago killed the engine of the Lambo, unbuckled his seatbelt and exited the car.

“Listen, man,” Aiden murmured, unbuckling his seatbelt and hopping out. He scratched the back of his neck, leaving red marks with his nails, as he tried to find the right words. “Shit sucks. I’ve been to juvie and this is like juvie, but with a baby involved, and it’s for eighteen years. Which super sucks. But you know what would make it less sucky? Coming out with your boy - that’s me - and getting fucking lit, yeah?”

Aiden propped his elbow on the top of the car door and raised his eyebrow at Santiago, grinning ear to ear mischievously, “Wanna go fuck Kavi’s shit up?”

Aiden might be friends with Kavi, but Santiago was his man and if that meant trashing his house with devil - well, he couldn’t care less about how Kavi felt about it. Aiden was a ride or die, through and through.

Santiago stared at Aiden for a long, hard moment, searching his face for any kind of bluff but finding nothing but honesty and sincerity. Okay, maybe he had jumped the gun in assuming the worst out of one of his closest friends like the idiot he was. The dude just clearly wanted to help him let loose and forget about all the unfortunate things currently happening in his life. So what if his baby mama was angry at him? So what if both Yessi and Xixi were back and attached by the hip? So what if Max was making up excuses to spend more time with Yessi than him? So what if last night’s football game had been an utter shitshow? He was Santiago motherfucking Fernandez, for crying out loud: the fucking Devil of King’s Academy- love him or hate him. Devils didn’t waste their time moping around like pathetic little bitches over shit they had no control over. No: devils fucking pulled themselves up by the bootstraps and fought back harder.

‘Deja de ser tan mamón, Santiago. Ve a la cabrona fiesta y no jodas más.’

Filled with newfound confidence, Diablo squared his shoulders and stood up to his full height. “You know what? You bet your ass we’re shutting that son of a bitch up. I won’t forget how he showed up to my party last time when nobody fucking invited him. But before we go-” he said, reaching his hand into his pocket and pulling out two Xanax pills. He offered one to his wingman with a smirk on his face. “How about we pop these beauties up? Maybe they’ll help shit out the fucking stick that’s been up my ass lately.”

“Hell, yeah! My boy is back!” Aiden whooped, swallowing done the offered pill. “Les’go!”

Aiden wrapped his arm around Santiago, shaking him back and forth energetically. He started walking towards Kavi’s house, expecting his friend to keep up lest he get strangled into the dirt. The small walk from the car to the door was filled with Aiden yelling and wolf whistling at people passing by, jostling Santiago in his grip until Santiago joined in.

The house seemed to shake with the bass and the walls vibrated with the voices bouncing off of it. The boys didn’t bother glancing around the decorated home or their fellow party guests before they were swinging the front door open, stumbling in and both shouting with their arms slung over each other’s shoulders:

“Yo: let’s get fucked uuuuuuuuuuup! Where’s the fucking booze at?!”

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

_{A #Marcher Collab with @spooner}

At ten minutes past nine in the evening, a hunter green G-Wagon was making its way to the driveway of the Diedrikson residence. Die Antwoord’s ‘Baby’s On Fire’ was blasting from the speakers, the echoing bass making the whole vehicle tremble. Behind the wheel was the one and only Marisol Castillo, dressed up in a rather sultry version of Wednesday Addams complete with the double braids and the shiny black Mary Janes. Once parked in front of the main entrance, Marisol began to dance and jam along to the music while her fingers moved across the keyboard on her phone screen. She sent a quick text to Archer letting him know she was waiting for him, one to Sonny asking if he was at the party yet, and one to Salem giving him an update about her current status before setting the device back on the cup holder to focus on the deafening music again.

Meanwhile, inside the house, Archer Diedrikson was kneeling down, tying his sneakers about to head out. However, it was the unnerving presence of his mother watching him from the kitchen doorway that ultimately made him flick his head towards her.

"Is there anything you'd like to share?" The tall boy asked with a sarcastic tone. He knew exactly what she was about to say.

A small sigh left his mother. "No…" she said quietly before pausing for a second. "I'm just wondering if that costume… Maybe it's a little too out there?" she finally asked.

Archer straightened up and rolled his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. “Why, yes, mother: I do think it’s out there. It’s kind of the point.” he deadpanned. He let out a sound that was a blend between a chuckle and a deep sigh. “Where is this coming from? Is it maybe a concern of the big man upstairs?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at his concerned mother while picking up the basket of fruit, knowing that his father saw him getting his costume together earlier.

“Well... No, not-” his mother began before falling silent.

He gave her a knowing stare as he unlocked the front door. “Look, Mom: don’t worry. It’s a party at Kavi’s house- we’re not going to a Halloween rave on the strip. Besides, gay bashing went out of style years ago.” Archer quipped as he opened the door, stepping out into the night. “Ok, love you! Bye!” he blurted, closing the door and not letting his mother comment.

Finally outside, Archer took a deep breath. He shook off the interaction he just had before walking fast towards the big car in his driveway, opening the passenger door with a flare.

“A lotta bad boy’s wanna piece of me!” he sang along in the same high-pitched voice of the song pouring out of the speakers as he showed off his costume to his best friend.

A round of rowdy laughter broke through the music as Marisol's attention was pulled away from the music and to the tall boy standing outside her car. "The fruit-selling girl at the market in the 1800's? Very nice choice, Archie," she teased, amused green eyes taking in every piece of his costume: from the white, off the shoulder blouse down to the fabulous basket of fruit he was so proudly holding out. Very cute, and very Archer Diedrikson.

Her friend scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Thanks! Love your depressed Pippi Longstocking look!” the boy grinned as he stepped in to the vehicle.

Mari chuckled, lightly punching Archer in the shoulder. "So we picking up Van or heading straight to Kavi's?" she asked, foot still pressed on the brakes as she waited for his answer.

“Nah, he said to meet him there.” Archer’s muffled voice answered as he hung over his seat to put his basket in the back of the car. “So we can go straight there. If we’re not picking up someone else?” He asked.

"Nope," the girl told him simply. And as if to prove her point, she released the brakes, pressed the gas pedal and drove away from Archer's house. "I'm meeting Sal there, so that means I get to spend all of this quality time with my favorite Fruit Boy," Mari teased, squeezing her best friend's hand for a brief moment before taking hold of the steering wheel with both hands again.

Archer leaned back and clutched his chest. “Why… why that just makes me the happiest little boy!” he joked in a sing songy voice. “Good, ‘cause I need to hear what you guys are planning to do! What’s going on between you two… really?” he asked in earnest.

Mari was quiet for a second, not realizing she's started chewing on her bottom lip. "I mean, we're definitely more than friends-" she began, thinking of the many times Salem and her had hooked up everywhere in the past two weeks and shaking the suggestive memories away as soon as they came up. "But I honestly have no clue of what to call this. Tonight's actually our first official date together as… whatever this is. We haven't really talked about it, you know?"

The boy mused for a moment as he emitted a low hum. “And-” he continued the hum. “What about that little problem… back in New York?” he asked carefully. “I mean, I don't care about her… I don't know her!" Archer said defensively, throwing his hands up in front of him as he sensed a snarky comment loaded with a lot of 'fucks' coming his way judging from the way Mari raised her eyebrows at him. "But I do care a whole lot about you- and Salem as well… to some extent." he intercepted before his friend could reply.

"And look: I know you hate talking about this stuff, but I just need to know you guys have a plan. I don't want you… You know I just want you to be happy." He fell silent staring out the window before turning his head to face her again "Besides, this might be the only time we can talk about this without Torvie skulking around!" He said with a grin.

Marisol gave Archer a grateful but distracted half-smile, mind racing. She knew that what she and Salem had went way beyond just two horny friends with benefits getting on every chance they could get. They had deep conversations about things: life, the future, their hopes, their dreams, their fears, their pasts… And after every moment spent together, the green-eyed girl could actually feel the bond between them strengthening. But after the crapfest she went through with Sonny and confessing her feelings only for them to be #gonewiththewind? There was no way she would be the one to bring up the subject first.

"As much as I hate to say this, Salem's the one that has the answer to all the questions you've just asked me. I'm just rolling with it for what it's worth," she replied, trying to appear unbothered by the sudden wave of insecurity washing over her but eventually letting out a worried sigh.

The boy in the seat beside her gave a small cough followed by a very skeptical look. "Oh I'm sure you are," he rolled his eyes before turning back looking out the window.

Besides her cousin, Archer was probably the only other person in the world she could be completely open and honest about her feelings with. She knew there was no fooling him, so it was best to just come clean. "I really care about him, Archie. I fucking hate it, but I do. Everything is great when I'm with him. He's sweet, he's caring, he listens to all my crap with a smile on his face, I trust him…" Marisol trailed off, eyes widening with horror and surprise at the word that currently stood out in her mind. "Holy shit. I think it's the goddamn 'L' word."

He almost gave himself whiplash with how fast he spun his head around. Archer stayed silent with his mouth slightly open as he processes what was just said. Before speaking he composed himself "Well, you basically described me! Except I'm not interested in all that." He gestures towards her crotch and chest, earning himself an eye roll and laughter from Mari. "So obviously you would feel that way about the kid." He said, trying to hold a cheery tone to it and knowing his friend was probably scared out of her mind- since the last time she felt anything like this a Mercedes had to lose its life. "Well then it's more important than ever to keep it 100 with each other."

"And on that note: how are things with Van Daddy?" Mari asked, a smug smile on her face as she jumped at the chance to shift the conversation from her emotions to the blossoming gay romance his friend was living.

Another eye roll before he dropped the subject. "Good, thank you very much! We are figuring stuff out, and obviously we're spending a lot of time over at my house. Since we have the situation with uh… his folks..." he shifted a little uncomfortably. "But, hey: I'm happy we have each other." he smiled, thinking about his boyfriend.

“And I’m happy you guys have each other,” Mari added, her permanently hard expression softening considerably. After all the bullshit Archer had gone through because of his sexuality, it was a nice change to see him happy and with someone who was just as crazy about him and he was about them And hanging out at his place? It was the best way to shove it to-

"Hold the fuck up: macho king patriarch Garrett Diedrikson is cool with all this gayness happening under his roof?" she suddenly asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow at Archer. Knowing her best friend's father, it was a miracle he was allowing his son to have Kavan over so often. Unless… "Unless he doesn't even know it's happening?" Mari mused, an impish smile on her face now.

Archer laughed loudly. "You really think anything could escape the hawk eyes of daddy dearest?" he said while running his hands through his curly hair. "No, I think in his own weird way he's come to terms with it. As long as it's behind closed doors." A wide grin spread across his face. "But if he only knew what super slut Archie has been up to on the down low the past years." He winked at his friend.

"Oh, I bet," Mari laughed. "So much for being able to keep it in your pants, unlike me, right?" she teased, taking one hand off the steering wheel to lightly punch Archer's elbow.

Archer held up a finger. “I said that before me and Van had our moment and I-” he pursed his lips at Mari's look. “Fine! Okay, I see my hypocrisy on this topic!” he chuckled. "But in my defense you’ve known about all of my one night stand escapades!” he pointed his finger in her direction. Marisol knew everything about him, mostly because he always called her after.

"So have you!" Mari laughed as well, shaking her head. "I've told you everything in detail, from the position he was hitting it from down to what he was saying while he did it."

“Which I never asked for, I want to add.” he grumbled as he settled back in his seat.

"But that I share anyway because that's what best friends do, and you're my best friend in the whoooooole wide world!" she replied, using a teasing, child-like voice to say that last phrase while pinching Archer's cheek.

Soon enough the Salvador estate came in to view “It never ceases to amaze me how fucking big Kavi’s house is…" he leant forward to get a better look at the approaching house.

The short girl scoffed. "This is your definition of a big house?"

Archer scoffed back. “Not everything is a dick measuring contest, Marisol! If it makes you feel better I think your house is huge too.” he said in a mock sweet voice and patted his friend on the head while unbuckled.

Mari playfully swatted his hand away. "Good, because it would hurt my big, fat, manly ego if you didn't think so," she teased back, parking the car in the nearest empty spot and shutting off the engine.

After she gave herself one last good look in the rearview mirror and popped two pieces of gum in her mouth, the braided brunette exited the car, skipped around to the passenger side and turned to her best friend. "You ready to go find Bollywood Prince Charming?"

“Yes! Let’s do this shit!” the boy said as he retrieved the basket of fruit from the car closing the door after him. “Shall we?” he said holding out his free arm for Mari to grab.

"Let's." she responded, taking Archer's arm.

And with matching grins and linked arms, Wednesday Addams and the gender bender Demeter walked through the house’s door and made their entrance to Kavi Salvador's Halloween party.

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Congrats to us for reaching 400 posts! As always, thank you so much for all your dedication, love and support. This roleplay wouldn't be anywhere if it wasn't for all of you. Here's to the romance, the drama, and (most importantly) the friendships we've created in and out of character. Let's see it all through!

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