message.

  

INTRODUCTION:

  • i’m lou, i’m sixteen and i live in sweden. my timezone is gmt +1
  • english is not my first language, and i’m still learning, so. don’t judge me for my spelling? thanks!
  • i’ve had mio for a long time, and she’s constantly developing. her story will change as more time passes. idk why i’m putting this here but i feel like it’s important to know? 
  • i’m usually p nice and open minded ( at least i try to be ) but i do have aspergers, which means that sometimes my social skills might not be on point. i also have kind of a hard time understanding people’s feelings, and certain jokes / sarcasm. if i offend you, it’s never on purpose. don’t be scared to let me know so i can apologize!
  • my askbox is open for plotting ( even if i myself am not the best at it ).
  • ALWAYS TAKE YOUR TIME WITH REPLIES. if you feel like i’m rushing you, tell me!! i can assure you that it’s not intentional, sometimes i just get excited.
  • i don’t know how active i’ll be, and there’s a big chance i’ll have to leave for a while sometimes because i just get anxious, so. apologies!

GENERAL / DISCLAIMER:

  • please don’t save the icons used on this blog. i made the border psd myself, and i do make some of them from scratch ( aka i save screencaps from fansites of the fcs i use, and crop them etc ), but i do not make all of my icons that way. i don’t claim them as my own, and all icons that i haven’t made belong to their rightful owners ( found on insanejournal / hollow-art ). however, to avoid stealing the ones i have made, please don’t save anything off my blog.
  • mio as a character is my creation. don’t steal anything. the icon psd can be found here.
  • i’m gonna be really picky about who i follow. if i don’t follow you back it’s generally to keep my stress and anxiety levels as low as possible. sorry.
  • i will only roleplay with mutuals. if i don’t follow you, please don’t like any of my starter calls / reply to my opens. the same goes for blogs that aren’t roleplay ones, but i’m guessing those guys won’t read this. oh well!
  • i am up for roleplaying with both canons and ocs. if i follow you, i most likely want to write with you.
  • always feel free to turn memes into threads. but if you do, please place them in a new text post and don’t reblog the ask itself.

TRIGGERS / NSFW:

  • triggering subjects will occur, and i’ll do my best to tag everything accordingly. if you feel like i’ve missed something, please send me a message regarding it.
  • i am up for roleplaying smut as i am of legal age ( in sweden the legal age is 15 ), but i will not smut with everyone. it depends on the thread, the dynamic and how comfortable i am with the mun i’m writing with. most of the time. i prefer to do it in private on skype. i, of course, won’t force anyone to smut with me. if you think the thread is going in that direction and/or you feel uncomfortable with our thead, please let me know! i won’t be mad, i promise. i will tag all my nsfw threads with nsfw or nsfw text.

SHIPPING:

  • i love ships!! like honestly, i ship things so easily that most of the time i have to force myself not write to people in all caps about it. that being said, if i do not ship something and you do, feel free to mention it to me. just don’t force it. 
  • i am up for all kinds of relationships! while i do love me some romantic ships, i am also totally up for friendships / enemy…ships, etc.
  • it should be mentioned that mio can be very flirtatious if she finds your character attractive. if you feel uncomfortable with that, again, please let me know.
  • i’m a multi verse / multi ship blog. for each relationship mio has with another character, there’s usually a separate verse. so unless stated otherwise, expect all interactions to be in separate verses.

more to be added ?

you kiss him while he has his fingers wrapped around your heart. he’s squeezing the life out of you, but he tastes like love. he tastes like the drug you’re addicted to. like alcohol to an alcoholic, like food after going days without eating.


he hurts you but so do you. the scars on your wrists, on your thighs, didn’t appear out of n o w h e r e. that you’re always starving is your own fault. the dark ( circles ) beneath your eyes are your own fault. somehow, the bruises he’s left on your arms and on your back and on your sides are your own fault. he didn’t make you love him. whether the decision to fall for a wolf with blood around his lips was a subconscious one or not, you don’t know. but it doesn’t matter. it was a choice, and you made it. just like you made a choice when you fucked your math teacher in the back of his blue volvo. it’s your own fault that sometimes, when you close your eyes, you can still hear him panting into your ear.


and when you SCREAM and bang your hands against the walls of your apartment, it’s for nothing. YOU locked the door and threw the key out. he’s just the one who decided to swallow it.

                                                           ➧

RULES, PLEASE READ.

VERSES.

tags.

about tag, musings tag, mind tag,

desires tag, likes tag, headcanons,

music tag, aesthetics tag, threads tag.  

body tag, wardrobe tag, inspiration tag,

open starters tag, plots tag, face tag.

under construction???

“i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.”


—richard siken, crush.

about.

trigger warning: mentions of abuse, self harm, relations between an adult teacher and a student, etc.

general.

name: mio vega gard
species: half cyclops / half human.
gender: cis-female ( she / her ).
date of birth: september 19th, 1995.
nationality: american / swedish.
spoken languages: english, swedish, german, greek.
occupation: waitress at wednesday’s diner, camgirl on the side.
religion: agnostic.
sexuality: pansexual.

visage.

face claim: blake lively. alt: kristen stewart.
voice claim: lori petty as tank girl. halsey when she's singing.
height: 5’1.
weight: 88 lbs.
hair: the majority of it is a sea green, whilst the tips are blue. it was previously dark brown. it’s thick, slightly curly ( though she sometimes straightens it ), and goes down to her hips.
style: depending on the day and her mood, it’s either just a mess, or a hot mess. she’s good at picking out clothes to wear, but during the times when she’s feeling her worst she tends to settle for sweatpants and hoodies.
distinguishing features: piercing in her left nostril, ear piercings going from her earlobe and up, nipple piercings. tattoos include one on her back, one over the right side of her frame, one on her left rib, one on her leg. freckles, all over her body and face. one small scar on her forehead, above her left eyebrow from an ‘accident’ involving her boyfriend/ex boyfriend depending on verse. more scars from self harm ( cutting / scratching ), scattered over her body. when she isn’t using magic to make herself seem human, there’s a big eye instead of two. she’s thin, and always covered in bruises.
eye colour: a mix between green and blue ( but mostly green ).
build: thin, petite. small shoulders, small chest, small waist. slightly wider hips and thighs from horseback riding.

background.

hometown: uppsala, sweden.
current residence: new york.
financial status: average.
education level: high school drop-out.
father: anders gard ( passed ).
mother: charlotte gard ( alive + hospitalized ).
siblings: mattias gard.

psych.

moral alignment: neutral good.
disorders: depression, add, aspergers.
sin: sloth.
virtue: kindness.

BIO.

she always loved fairytales. especially ones where the prince sweeped a princess of her feet. where a touch between two people felt like magic, and a kiss lasted years and years. unconditional love. that was the dream. your biggest desire. like a puppy, she wished for someone to love her and never leave.

she thought her wish came through after she had just turned fifteen, and the teacher looked at her for a minute too long, only to kiss her in his car after school and tell her she was beautiful. his hands felt warm against her cheeks.
the day after their first kiss, the warmth of his hands could be felt on her thighs, before he flipped her around and fucked her without the love she’d wanted so bad. he did it again. and again. and again. she was convinced he did it because he wanted her like she wanted him, so she let him. again and again, she let him.

but then he stopped. because he was married, because it was wrong. because she didn’t seem to enjoy it. she’d never been good at expressing her feelings. all she could do was have her breath get caught in her throat and her eyes fill with tears as he pushed her away and out of the car where they’d shared their first kiss.

she didn’t like herself before that, and she liked herself even less afterwards. she convinced someone ( doesn’t know who, it’s all a blur now ) to buy her alcohol. enough to make her drunk for days. that didn’t happen. instead, the booze poisoned her blood. she collapsed. was sent to a hospital, and in the middle of it all, she met her one true love.

it was beauty and the beast. there was magic, there was love. especially at first. he was only a monster in the moonlight, at first.
but then something happened. maybe she said the wrong thing. maybe he had a bad day. maybe it was both of those things, and maybe it was neither. but somehow, his fist ended up against her skin. hard. over and over, until she was nothing but a bloody mess on the floor of their shared apartment. it was a good thing she’d dropped out of school. people would’ve asked questions if they saw her bruises.

time passed slowly. three years felt like a hundred, but the last hours she spent with him felt like seconds. once second he was there, and the next he was on the floor. she wasn’t the only one bleeding this time. but she wishes that had been the case. he’d been her life for three years, and now he was dead.