I am Theodora, welcome to Oz. Have you seen the Wizard? You see there is a legend that only a great wizard can destroy the wicked witch. Just don't tell my sister I'm looking for him, she gave up on him long ago. One warning, please don't call me wicked, I am a good witch.
Vas happenin'!? Zayn Malik here! I'm from Bradford, England. I am also 1/5 of the great boy band One Direction. I hope you join me in our crazy adventures or even during our recording sessions. Spending time around me and the guys never gets old.
Hey, I'm Finn Hudson. I used to be the popular guy in high school and leader of the glee club. Now I've graduated and I'm in New York city. Contrary to what Rachel knows, I actually did get into the Actors Studio. I just made believe I was in the army so Rachel could move on. I'm just glad New York is big and she won't find me soon. I can't be a distraction.
(This is a multi-muse and multi-verse rp blog. The main muse will be the Doctor but it will switch depending on my mood. Mun is over 18. This blog could contain NSFW content.)
Zayn got everything ready and prepped the client. He suggested some colors for the tattoo and was glad when the client agreed. Zayn got to work taking a deep breath. He moved smoothly following the stencil, the guy didn’t complain as he worked, which meant it was good. After a couple of hours he finished the outlined. “There. You want to start on the coloring or wait?” He asked with a small smile. Not to his surprise the guy said he’d be back in a couple of days. Zayn nodded and protected the tattoo and went over how to take care of it even if the guy already knew. It was a standard thing, even he still got told whenever he went to get new ones. Zayn cleaned his station and watched the guy pay for his session and left some extra cash as a tip. Zayn didn’t go get it right away and walked over to watch Ink work. He was impressed by how good he was with the needle. “That’s quiet good.” He said standing back and admiring the work.
Ink walked after a while on the back room, where the tattoo artists were working. He saw the client looking at the stencil of how his tattoo would look like. Yet, something seemed very odd, still he was impressed with Zayn as always. “Yes! This looks fine!” The guy said excited about his 17th tattoo. He lied back down and took a deep breath, ready to continue. Ink smiled to Zayn and patted his back. He was very impressed by how steady the lines were and how fast he made it. “I’ll let you get to work.” The ginger haired guy said and walked with another client to the next seat. The girl removed her t-shirt and lied on he stomach. Her back was entirely covered with a huge tattoo that was slowly geting colored. Ink placed a cigarette between his lips and started working.
"She left me because the maid of honor convinced her I was a low life artist that wouldn’t amount to much." He said rolling his eyes. Zayn shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "I’m only twenty two, my life isn’t over. I just need to mourn the loss of our…
He tilted his head in confusion before starting to laugh. “No, not maid as in a housekeeper. Maid of honor as in the bride’s best friend.” He clarified clearing his throat and sighing. Zayn nodded, he understood what she meant but didn’t completely agree with her. He was about taking chances not caring about being disappointed or not. “You should try. Just trust someone and not judge at all before not liking them. One person. You might be surprised.” He said asking for another drink. He sat up took out his phone reading a text. Zayn huffed and shook his head rolling his eyes. He ignored it and put the phone away turning to the girl. “I’m Zayn by the way.” He introduced himself sticking his hand out for her.
Zayn shrugged. “She said it seemed romantic. An artist and his wife.” He sighed. “Her friend told her that as romantic as it may seem, in the end the lack of money would become a problem. That I wouldn’t be able to provide.” He scoffed. Zayn took a drink of his glass and…
Zayn let out a small laugh. “I knew she wouldn’t thrive in a simple life. I had a studio, she had an amazing apartment downtown. In the heart of everything.” He said with a bright smile. “She wanted to be in my studio but I offered to pay for her apartment or get a new one. No budget just pick one.” He said extending his hands. “That was my clue saying I have more than you think.” Zayn admitted. Zayn scoffed. “Her best friend was a gold digger. She would do anything for her friend to end up with the man she deserves. She tried sleeping with me.” He said with a dry laugh. “I didn’t think. I acted. I wanted her and so I was going to make her my wife. I wanted to love and protect her.” He admitted. Zayn took a last drink and ordered another drink. He sat back listening to the girl. “You can’t trust anyone. Even when you love them it’s good to stay on your toes. See the signs.” He explained wishing he had known that from the start. Shocked Zayn shook his head. “Men like that don’t deserve to be alive or have women fall at their feet.” He paused taking a drink and running a hand through his black hair. “A woman should always be treated like a princess and should be respected in every aspect of life and the decisions they make.” He said with a frown. Zayn reached for her hand and smiled. “You’ll be fine. I’m sure you’ll find someone to help you believe in love again.”
Zayn looked at her shocked. “That’s a shitty fucking move.” He said taking in the girl in front of him. Zayn ordered another drink as well and sat back. “Maid of honor convinced her that I was a low life artist. Won’t amount to much because he is just a wanna be artist.” He…
Zayn shrugged. “She said it seemed romantic. An artist and his wife.” He sighed. “Her friend told her that as romantic as it may seem, in the end the lack of money would become a problem. That I wouldn’t be able to provide.” He scoffed. Zayn took a drink of his glass and shook his head. “Little did they both know is that I’m actually loaded.” He said with a laugh. “I just like to live a simple life. Only reason I didn’t tell her was because I wanted her to love me for me. Either way I lost her.” He sighed looking over at the girl. “I’m twenty two.” He answered. Zayn couldn’t help but smiled after the toast. “What’s your story, then?” He asked tilting his head.
Zayn looked over at the girl and gave her a sympathetic smile. “Least you didn’t propose, had her say, ‘YES!’ Then leave you two days before the wedding.” He offered with a sigh and finishing his beer and asking for another.
Belle looked at him in shock. “That is a harsh…
Zayn looked at her shocked. “That’s a shitty fucking move.” He said taking in the girl in front of him. Zayn ordered another drink as well and sat back. “Maid of honor convinced her that I was a low life artist. Won’t amount to much because he is just a wanna be artist.” He scoffed rolling his eyes. “Truth is that maybe everyone was right and I was too young to get married.” He confessed. “I’m Zayn. Pleasure to meet you, Belle.” He said shaking her hand and smiling brightly at her. “To shitty people in our lives.” He said taking his drink and holding it up to hers.
“I just thought she was the one. I proposed and she said yes.” He said with a small smile. “Two days before the wedding and she leaves.” He finished taking a big gulp of his beer. “I would rather hate people.” He added looking over at the girl with a shrug.
"She left me because the maid of honor convinced her I was a low life artist that wouldn’t amount to much." He said rolling his eyes. Zayn shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "I’m only twenty two, my life isn’t over. I just need to mourn the loss of our relationship." He said with a sigh. He looked at her and frowned. "How can you hate things without knowing what it is?" He asked.
“Maid of honor finally convinced her I was a good for nothing artist.” He said rolling his eyes. Zayn ordered another drink and looked at the young man. “Guess I was too young to marry. I’m only twenty two.” He confessed with a small grin.
Vernon sighed and said “Whoa two days before the wedding, I’m really sorry about that man.” He drinks his apple juice and says “I really wonder why she’d leave two days before though.” He scratches his head and finishes off his apple juice.
Zayn took the cigarette and held it out for Ink to light. “I’m fine just letting you know. In case I do need help later.” He said with a small nod. Zayn looked back at where the person had gone and raised an eyebrow. “I’ll do it.” He said letting out a small huff of smoke. Zayn looked over at Ink and sighed. “Thanks man.” He said as he stumped out the rest of the cigarette and walked back to the shop. He got right to work and drew the stencil out carefully. The difference between the other Zayn and himself was that he had training and could do solid lines better and his hands were steady. He knew this was true because Ink seemed impressed with the drawing. “Alright, this look good?” He asked showing the client.
Ink chuckled and nodded his head, fixing slightly his knitted hat and looked at him with his green eyes. “Jesus man! Again?” He asked and left the very interested client to get on the back of the shop for his tattoo. Ink walked closer to Zayn and for a second he just looked at him. He looked at him like it was the first time ever seeing him and at the same time like he would be looking at Zayn. He patted the other’s shoulder and smiled to him. “Is there anyway I can help? Do you need money… or?” He asked as he slightly leaned down for the other to hear him. “I’m glad you came though… the shop is very the same without you and that guy really needs your magic hands.” Ink said and chuckled as he placed a cigarette between his lips and offered one to Zayn, since the other loved smoking.