If teardrops could be bottled
There'd be swimming pools filled by models
Told "a tight dress is what makes you a whore"
If "I love you" was a promise
Would you break it, if you're honest?
Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before
I don't wanna be you…
Anymore
Places, places
Get in your places
Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother, won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
So right now I'm kinda obsessed with the chorus of billie eilish's idontwannabeyouanymore and melanie martinez's Dollhouse
I have an idea, but I want someone to be interested before I say it.
And yes, this is a reboot, and I do mostly like the direction the other one went in so I would recommend checking it out
hi
this is the plot we used for the og rp
There's this family: they're really rich and everyone knows them. On the surface, the family is perfect. But if one would go behind the scenes, everything is different. The father cheats on his wife constantly, the son is addicted to drugs, the mother is alcoholic to drown out her husband's infidelity (this is the Dollhouse aspect).
The daughter, on the other hand, suffers from body image issues. From a young age, she has been told that she needs to thin, have big breasts, always wear makeup. Every day, she looks in the mirror and is horrified by what she sees. She hates the way she looks, but it's how she's always lived. Every day, she says that she will change, but it never happens. One day, she finally decides she will (this is the idontwannabeyouanymore aspect)
i was the daughter, the other person was the brother
making them siblings worked really work)
(let me just grab the template and my character and…..
bada bing bada boom
Name: (last name White)
Age: (22-24 for the older brother)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance: (detailed, no links unless described, keep them in the caucasian range (cause it works best for my idea)
Style: (day-to-day clothing, preferably smart and rich looking)
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
Problem: (go into detail (or as much as you feel comfortable), like how long they've been an addict, what they take, that kinda stuff)
Theme song: (one to two, pls include links)
Quote/s: (this is either something that they would say or a quote you think describes them)
Other:
Name: Lilian “Lian” White. Lian is pronounced like ‘Liam’ but with an n.
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Lian has pale skin without blemishes, and she always wears makeup. Her eyes are an emerald green, but rarely ever portray real joy. Her hair is a medium brown, and it has purple and blue streaks running through it. She is of average height and build, but slightly skinny.
Style: Lian always dressed pristinely. Her dresses are always perfect, and her shoes always have heels.
Personality: Many people would expect Lian to be a self-centered bitch. She is, in fact, the complete opposite. She is quiet and rarely talks to anyone, not even her family. She avoided everyone in school, as she didn’t want to start fights. She is reserved and will avoid you if she feels threatened.
Likes: Not a lot really
Dislikes: Her family, her body image, her life
Background: The White family is perfect, and Lian had to be too. She hates her lifestyle, but can’t do anything to change it.
Problem: Lian has body image problems. From a young age, she was told that she had to be perfect. She wasn’t allowed to be fat and she had to maintain a certain waist length. She hasn’t felt comfortable in her body for quite a long time, and this has impacted her greatly. She has spent many a day locked in her room crying. She self-harms herself, a fact that she covers up with special foundation.
Theme song: Mrs Potato Head by melanie martinez, Gasoline by Halsey, idontwannabeyouanymore by billie eilish
Quote/s: “You can’t break what’s already broken.” “I’m BROKEN, OK?! I’ve been broken for a long time! And no matter how hard you try, I will never be fixed!” "Hope is for suckers."
Other:
Name: Holden White
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pan sexual
Appearance: Messy, shoulder length brown hair that turns to soft, faint waves. Fair skin with light freckles from a childhood spent playing outside that are starting to fade. Tall, skinny, seems to tower over anyone in the room.
Style: Loose button downs, nice jeans, casual blazers and jackets, oxford shoes.
Personality: Seems very nice and down to earth. Really, he's barely even there. Always is just going through the motions, as if he's reading from an old script. Doesn't really remember who he really was as a child.
Likes: Food, music, drugs, whatever people tell him to like… doesn't know what else.
Dislikes: His family, himself.
Background: Grew up a fairly happy child who had the misfortune of having a strict family falling apart at the seams. He was forced into being the perfect child, losing whatever it was that made him the kid he was happy as. He turned to drugs, hoping to find answers, but now just uses it to pretend to be out of anyone's control.
Problem: Has been an addict since he was about 16, when a friend introduced him. Leaves the house for days at a time trying to get a fix.
Theme song: Demons by Imagine Dragons, Basket Case by Green Day
Quote/s: "Drugs may kill you, but they won't break your heart, or kill your emotions, or force you into anything that doesn't make you happy… right?"
Other: None I can think of
It was raining. Lian loved the rain…except when she was in it. She was running home from school, wanting to get to her room quickly. She'd completely ignored the car sent to pick her up from school, instead choosing to go by herself. Her wedges made noise as she ran across the pavement, but she was so used to running in them that they felt like sneakers. There were tears streaming down her face, but they were masked by the rain.
Holden was sitting in the park, high, letting himself get soaked. He kinda liked being out like this. The cold stung against his skin, shirt clinging to him. His hair plastered down against his forehead, covering the face that had gone a bit gaunt from going for quite a while without food. He had gotten the high he had been chasing, but he still felt… empty. But he could feel the rain. So focused on that.
Lian arrived at home, opening the huge door to the White family mansion and closing it behind her. She tore off her wedges and ran up to her room. She shut the door behind her quickly and locked it, not wanting to interact with anyone. She went into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was sticking to her face, and her mascara was running. Right now, she didn't care.
Holden got up, walking around in a daze before finding his way home. He walked in, ignoring everyone and letting water drip on the floor. He ignored yells, and flopped onto his bed in his room, staring at the ceiling, door wide open.
Lian wiped her makeup away. She wanted to get it off, to feel safe in her own skin. She scrubbed at her wrists and rubbed the foundation away, revealing her healed scars. A bunch of tears fell onto the scars as she began to cry again.
