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the basics

full name ; elizabeth lyla harlow
nicknames ; betty ( very few ), lizzie ( only danny ), liz
age ; 26
dob ; march 10th
star sign ; aries
gender ; cis female
sexuality ; bisexual

appearance

hair ; blonde
eyes ; blue
height ; 5'3
scars ; eyebrow
tattoos ; tba
piercings ; tba
fc ; casimere jollette

stats

abilities

the gift (though it rarely feels like one) of sight. her dreams are visions when she has them, and she does her best not to ignore them.she utilizes tarot cards, but they can only give so much. it often requires the person being read to open in a way they're unable to. so depending on the person it can be a very surface level reading, or in depth in a way they never expected.

personality

likes ; dancing, bubblegum ice cream, the smell of fresh turned dirt, when bumblebees land on her hand, running through the snow, listening to live music, anything with rum, thunder
dislikes ; being vulnerable, car chase scenes, the sound of balloons popping, finishing a good book, sleeping on the left side of the bed, typing badly in a text, soda
positives ; graceful, intelligent, strong
negatives ; closed off, stubborn, temperamental
usual temperament ; at work, her customers would describe her as easy to talk to and damn good with alcohol. she knows how to make a drink and get tips. outside of work though she tends to be pretty chaotic. she always needs to be doing something. to keep her mind moving. her friends both love and hate this about her, partially because they feel like she never really focuses on them. but the truth is she's observant, she knows those in her life better than they realize and she cares deeper than she'll ever let on.

the harlow curse

tw ; suicide mention

it happened so long ago that most can only guess it's the truth. that a harlow man had a vision. an ugly one that he kept to himself and it led to bloodshed. the tellings and retellings grow more dramatic, but everyone speaks of the curse itself in a hushed tone. harlow men do not find happiness. they leave. they always leave and it's always because of a vision. something that may not even come to fruition when all is said and done, because it is the product of a curse. but there is always something in the back of their minds that can't let go.countless partners have been left. children losing their father. a father who passed on this gift of sight, and the potential for it to become nothing more than a nasty curse.after a while they stopped trying for happiness really. many settling into some sort of middle. choosing not to pass on their names or genes. of course there was the occasional brave soul who tried. one of which had triplets with his wife. three little boys with smiles that could light up the world as quickly as they could burn it down to ash.

there father left, of course, but there mother was a resilient ray of light. one that gave them hope and sent them into the world determined to break this curse. they were foolish and full of heart.alexander was the first to marry, and a few years later his daughter, elizabeth, was born. that was when the visions started. he saw their house on fire. the little cottage he'd built with his wife burning to the ground with their beautiful baby girl inside. and the voices that told him he would have to leave or it would happen. the day before her first birthday he disappeared like a ghost in the night.his brothers had no luck in breaking their curse either. they married and had children around the same time. one left and was hunted down only to let his daughter dorothea, down time and time again. she never understood he was just too afraid of what would happen if he got too close. it was better to let her hate him. the other died. fighting against the curse drove him to madness. in the wee hours of the morning he drove his car off of a cliff. his daughter violet, does not remember those last months where he was not himself. she only has warm memories of him, and her mother is only kind when speaking of him.

tw ; child abuse mention

after the disappearance of her husband, annabelle became inconsolable. she clung to betty. to her baby girl who her husband loved so much. they went out less and less into the world. and betty made herself at home in the garden and woods surrounding their little cottage. she knew nothing of the whispers happening in town. how they spoke of her crazy mother and that poor little girl. it was always in hushed whispers.betty only noticed around the time she was five. that was when the visions started. when her mother's true descent into madness began. and when betty found the one thing she loved more than her garden.it was a rare day they were in town and they passed a small studio. her mother was in a rush, and betty had seen people giving them strange looks. maybe it was awe, she never did figure that out. because the only thing that mattered was this studio where lovely people were moving so gracefully through the sunlight. something in her soul brightened in that moment. as her mother tried to keep moving forward, betty dug her heels in and grasped her mom with more strength than either of them realized she had.her tiny little finger pointed towards the window before saying i will do this and moving forward. even when her heart was a light thing, she was always a girl of few words. and one who certainly knew her mind better than most.it took a little fighting. but betty never relented and a few months later she was enrolled. that lead to her being enrolled in a proper school as well when one concerned parent questioned her mom. these were the moments betty cherished. the ones just before everything hurt.

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wide awake, it all gets so hard

people would often describe betty as a wild creature. but they always said it with such affection. it was hard not to adore her. because she withheld so much. she was stoic and when you made her smile it was like the sun was warming you to the bone. people craved to know more. hung on every word. but the only time anyone felt like they truly knew her was when they saw her dance.everyone except for james that is. he was her dance partner and her first friend. the first person to ever truly make her feel safe.especially because at home she was treated like an obstacle by her mom. the woman was becoming increasingly obsessed with betty's ability to see into the future. to find things that were lost. she was sure that betty could find her husband. and it was always that, never i want to find your dad, always i need to find my husband. at first she was so soft about it. coaxing her daughter with new plants or promises of pointe shoes.but her gift didn't work like that. and her mom quickly grew frustrated. she became cruel in her words. twisting into this unkind monster under the weight of her grief. there were times that betty would be sitting at their shabby dining table as her mom gripped her hand, telling her she had to do this. that it was the most important thing in the world. nothing else mattered. not even betty. often her hands were bruised and sore for the next few days and james would help her in the garden when her mom was asleep. he helped her with her homework and held ice so gently to her knuckles that her heart still aches in the winter when she forgets her mittens.there were moment amidst the chaos. where the light shined through. and it was always james she was standing in that glow with. as they grew older their friendship changed into something more. something betty started to believe she couldn't live without. and for him it always seemed the same. she wished she'd seen what was coming. if only to save herself.

there is no bad, there is no good

by high school, betty had perfected the art of staying away from home. between dance and james she could stay away most of the day and even some nights. though she came home more often than most would. only to tend to her garden. she'd worked to hard to let it fall to ruin the way the cottage had.her mother floated through the space now. barely noticing when her daughter appeared. lost in another thought, swept into a memory as she thinks of another way to find her lost love. in rare moments she would become alert. betty would step into a room and her mother would look at her, eyes full of mourning but so present in that moment that betty could do nothing but stare back. and then she would cling to her daughter. babbling apologies. betty believed them. but she was not naive to believe they would lead to change. her mother was lost. even in these moments. this was something she accepted a long time ago.in her sophomore year she gets a job waitressing in town. her only plan is to save up money so that she can get the hell out of here at 18. james had an aunt on the west coast who would happily let them stay with her. they could attend the pacific northwest ballet school. follow all of their dreams, together. and that was the part that mattered the most to her. that it was them, together, for the rest of their lives.it turns out the rest of their lives meant until the summer before senior year.there was a rumor passing through the town. someone had saw something. for the first time in a long time betty was catching sympathetic glances. her entire shift was spent catching people whispering until finally her friend from the studio came to her while she was on break. james cheated. it's the first thing out of her mouth and betty doesn't want to believe it. but she does. she trusts her friend and knows she wouldn't lie, but that didn't stop isobel from pulling out her phone and showing proof.

the girl he was with was a dancer who'd been at the studio for a few months. betty remembers the girl flirting with james...but she never thought he flirted back. maybe she was just too blind to see it then.she never does find a word to truly describe how much it hurts. to have her whole world ripped from her. for a moment she can't help but think of her mother. so driven mad by it all. a blueprint for what not to do with her pain.when she sees him again it's later that night at the studio. he greets her warmly, whispering betty in her ear with such affection that she almost wants to let herself forgive. just so she doesn't have to feel this way anymore. but she can't. she knows that and it's why she pushes him away so firmly that he nearly falls back. my name is elizabeth to you. everyone else in the studio is behind her. on her side. and he knows in that moment that she knows just what he's done. he tries just once but she holds her hand up, shakes her head, and tells him to leave. he does.for a week after he tries to call and text her relentlessly before she finally blocks his number. she can no longer hear betty without feeling sick. as if she's being dragged right back into that moment. so people start calling her liz at her request. they even change her name tag at work. if there was not a whole town holding her steady, she knows she would have burned it all down.because of everything, she ends up with a new dance partner. it's quickly obvious they don't mesh half as well. and it leads to an injury that nearly steals dance from liz as well. she goes on too long dancing on it and spends most of her senior year healing. even after getting the all clear she's too afraid to go back to it. to get hurt again and truly never be able to dance. some days she wonders if she's the one who's truly cursed here.

liz graduates. she buys a motorcycle and packs a few things up before leaving that little town for good. in the end she chooses the east coast, new york city. the opposite end of james. and where her cousins moved to. she's had very little contact with them, but finds out they and her aunts had tried to reach out. her mom just didn't bother passing along the message. it was mostly just lucky they got a hold of her.the three of them moved in together in a beautiful apartment that liz never could have dreamed of affording. but they insisted. wanting to know her, to be closer. and money was no problem for them in such an obscene way that she just gives in. because something about them feels like home so immediately. and thea's daughter willow is the cutest thing liz has ever seen. it's hard to resist the pull of those who can understand your pain in a way other never could.while her cousins all but shove a credit card into her hand, liz puts it away in case of emergencies and finds herself a job. there's a floral shop not too far away that all but begs her to start that day. not so much because they know what she can do with plants, but because they desperately need someone on a register that moment. once things settle down though she shows them what she can do. and talks about flowers and gardening with such a passion that they can't help but adore her. and that's how she gets her day job.

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there's bones in the backyard

at night she finds herself bartending for extra money. the tips are great and she likes the atmosphere. there's live music and enough going on that she can feel comfortable in just how lost she really is.being out of her childhood home, liz also finds herself able to safely explore her gift. her cousins haven't really tried to further their ability to see. they both found themselves nervous about it. considering everything with the curse and all, liz can understand why. after everything her mom put her through, she'd be lying if she said the idea of it all didn't make her nervous too. but she wants this. for herself. to see what she can really do.they support her. even joining in. it always feels stronger when she's with them. their hands all held gently together as they focus. tarot also helps her concentrate, especially when she's solo. slowly but surely she works things out. finds herself able to concentrate. to see what she wants and not just take whatever random vision she's given.years later though and the visions are becoming erratic. like the universe wants her to see something but she knows she's not ready to. she hides away among the flowers during the day, spending her nights drinking with customers. trying to stop whatever it is that feels so determined to consume her now.

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interacting

- memes are open to all, both ic and ooc memes. they can be a great way to break the ice. as well as potentially becoming mutuals.- always feel free to continue a meme! i post replies in a new post to make it easier to do so as well.- if we're not mututals, please don’t send me an im. i don’t know why but it just makes me weirdly anxious so i’d appreciate not being sent them from non mutuals.

following

- in general i tend not to follow people under 21, and i never follow anyone under 18.- when i unfollow someone i usually just softblock to make it easier for the other person. things that get me to unfollow really are just like a lot of drama on main, vague posting a lot, things like that. i’m just here to have a good time.- if you ever need to unfollow me, rest assured that i won’t come to you asking why, i’ll just respect your choice.- i won’t follow someone without rules, and as for oc’s, i adore them but won’t follow them without an about unless i know the mun.

guidelines

shipping

- everything comes down to chemistry of course as far as any type of ship goes. i'm more than a little stoked to explore all kinds of relationships.- in regards to smut, it’ll never happen if the mun is under 21, and it’ll never happen with an underage muse.- in general i’m just not fussed either way with smut, so i’m more than happy to fade to black or whatever makes the person i’m writing with most comfortable.

plotting

- i'm more than happy to create verses and plop lizzie pretty much anywhere. she's an easy muse to move, and i can adjust her magic/rid of it as needed!- if you don't wanna read the full bio, everything you need to know is in the stats. and if there's anything else always feel free to ask.- in general i just work better when there's been plotting. especially considering she's an oc. i'm always down for pre-established relationships ( not just romantic, but all kinds ) so feel free to approach me with something you want !!- i like to post plotting calls just to get feelers out there for who's down to plot. honestly i get anxious just randomly reaching out, so those plotting calls really help calm that.- if i’m unfamiliar with your fandom i’m also happy to get familiar with it, if your muse seems interesting and you don't mind me asking stuff then i'm really down do bop stella into pretty much any fandom.- my discord is available to mutuals.

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under co.

contemporary

lizzie lives in new york with her cousins. she works as a bartender at night, and in a small floral shop during the day.there is a balcony attached to her room and she has made it bloom. it seems unreal just how well her plants have grown. but she works hard, and her natural green thumb certainly helps.often she can be found at the center of a party, drink in hand, moving like there is not an insurmountable weight sitting on her chest at all hours. no one knows her history save for her cousins. and even those she calls friends she keeps safely on the surface where the grass is green.

cobra kai

after her injury she met miguel in physical therapy. they bonded over, ya know, the joy of horrible injuries and anger, fun stuff like that. he convinced her to join the dojo that he and johnny have started. she goes surprisingly easily. with her fear of dancing ( and not finding the studio to be the same comfort after a horrible breakup ), she needs an outlet. somewhere to put her pain and her rage. this seems like the best place for her. while she doesn’t have any background in karate, she’s been dancing for years which has given her grace, strength, and a level of agility that most don’t come in with, even after her injury.

the gooniverse

it's one giant disaster waiting to implode. she's dating her cousin's ex husband. but her cousin is dating his sister so it's all fair play maybe who knows. the ex's had a moment. literally it's such a mess.

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