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an indie pop sister duo

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a character in “Welcome to the Madness Music Festival”, as played by leisurelyatwar

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• xxxuntouched – veronicas xxx • xxx outta my mind - monsune xxx • xxx so sad – tkay maidza xxx • xxx girl anachronism – dresden dolls xxx • xxx

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davi xxx n a m e s xxxx dua

22 xxx a g e xxxx 25

she xxxxxxx p r o n o u n s xxxx she/they

homo xxx s e x u a l i t y xxxxx pan

vocals xxxxxx r o l e xxxx instrumentals

prissy princessxxx p e r s o n a xxxxwild partygirl

sistersxxx r e l a t i o n xxxxsisters

hallucinogensxxxx p o i s o n xxxxbooze and blow

glamxxxx s t y l e xxxxedgy






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P E R S O N A L I T Y


xxxxxxxxxxxx• x x D A V Ix \ deɪ - vi \ x •

xx• x candid x • x bubbly x • x diva x • x forgetful x • xrecklessxx• x

Davi had always been the girl who knew what she wanted. x // x She said she wanted to be famous from the time she was old enough to sing. She said she wanted to grow up and marry Selma Hayek….that one was still in the works but at least she knew her type early on. Her parents spoiled her a bit, she was the baby after all. She wasn’t told no often, still isn’t – and when she is she throws a full fit.

Luckily she usually forgets whatever she’s mad about quickly. Distracted easily she often leaves conversations unfinished, projects undone and food burning on the stove. Dua firmly believes if she lived on her own, she might accidentally kill herself blowdrying her hair in the bathtub. She’s by no means dumb, but her lack of awareness or common sense can be appalling at times. She’s always had people looking after her, she didn’t have to develop those survival instincts other got from a skinned knee or burned fingers.

Painfully endearing, she can make anyone feel as if they were her best friend. People often mistook her friendliness as flirting. She was never one to mince words so her rejection could be hard to hear, and often public. It wasn’t that she would mean to embarrass someone, she just didn’t think about the impact of her words. Not just when it came to rejecting admirers, even amongst family and friends. It could be refreshing at times, to have that person that said what no one else did – though more often than not it just led to fights.

Often returning with presents and hugs, no one can ever really stay mad at her for long. It’s by design. It’s like how babies are cute so that you don’t kill them. She likes to tell herself she’s independent, but she knows she’s lost without someone to hold her hand. The role often defaults to Dua, though she can get wrapped up in her own world at times. Davi ends up just clinging to whoever will lay in her bed that night, often diving into intense 2-3 week relationships where they spend every moment together until they’re sick of each other. It was easy to do on tour, there was always something going on, someone to meet…


xxxxxxxxxxxx• x x D U Ax \ du: - a \ x •
xx• x wild x • x restless x • x protective x • x gregarious x •

Dua was the one who was “troubled”.x // x It always felt like she was just trying her hardest and because it didn’t meet their standard then she was a bad kid. She didn’t always make good decisions, she made some pretty bad ones actually – but mostly she was just trying to keep afloat. Her parent’s divorce was volatile. She didn’t remember it starting, but some of her first memories where sitting in the lobby of either of her parent’s divorce attorney’s voice coloring with whatever secretary was there and her mom’s wedding to her second husband while she was 5 months pregnant.

After that, Dua would act out and her parents would just punish her. At a certain point it just felt like she was always under one grounding or another, why even bother anymore? She just started doing what she wanted. Most of the time she tried to be sneaky about it, but sometimes she’d steal money from their mom’s purse knowing she’d realize it. Their idea of doing their best was more yelling/grounding/taking away of things, so she’d just act out more.

That’s when they sent her to boarding school. They thought that it would straighten Dua out, and it did on the surface level – but they just put her somewhere where it was easier to sneak and lie. She would coordinate on campus parties, getting everyone back in the beds in time for rounds every time flawlessly. There were some locals she’d met off-campus who she could bribe into buying them booze.

After highschool, uni was more of the same. She blew off classes and just partied, by the end of the semester she was failing half her courses. Of course her parents said all the wrong things, “should have known” and “don’t know what I expected”.

She dropped out and came home. Her parents liked to yell at her for messing up but none of them could give a fuck enough to help so at least she had peace. Davi was happy to have her home. The three years of boarding school had been hard on her, even if Dua was home for holidays and summers in between. They talked about going back to uni together, and maybe they could room together and how they’d decorate their dorm….

Davi always seemed a bit oblivious to whatever Dua was dealing with – be it pressure from their parents or troubles with drinking, but she always seemed to be around at the right time to make Dua feel like she wasn’t such a fuck up. It felt nice to take care of Davi, like it gave her more worth. That need spilled into her other relationships, often prioritizing the feelings of her loved ones over her own mental health.

People think she has her shit together because she laughs and keeps herself pretty. Sure they might see her a bit too drunk from time to time but we all get that way sometimes, right? Her sister Davi, that’s the real one you have to worry about.
You know I saw her almost walk right into oncoming traffic…..now that one needs help….



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B I O



Dua was born to an Albanian model and a London business man. Her father often drunkenly alludes that her mother only married him to get citizenship, she was in an affair most of their relationship – which led to Davi. The girls both grew up with their mother, though Dua would spend an occasional week in the summer or a random Christmas in Aspen with her dad.

Their parents raised them in L.A., their dad was an actor and their mother could get modeling work there. Though they still returned to London for holiday. They grew up in a posh condo, had nannies and maids. They went to private schools, many of their classmates celebrity kids. Dua always partied early on. If she had been around when Davi was old enough, she might have gone to some parties too – but without someone to hold her hand she just stayed home instead.

Davi knew her parents were harder on Dua then they were on her, often sticking up for Dua even when she explicitly doesn’t ask for it. When they sent her away to boarding school, Davi felt lost. She just fell into the motions because it’s what felt safe. Dua was out living adventures on her own. Meanwhile all Dua wanted was for their parents to just give her a tenth of the love and understanding they showed Davi. The only one who ever showed them unconditional love what the other, yet they were each the crux of their own damage. It was wildly conflicting emotions – though that’s just how siblings go.

When Dua failed out of her first semester in uni, the two sisters grew even closer than they were before. They began writing songs together, using their parent’s debit card to order the equipment and making their own studio. Dua knew how to play multiple instruments, Davi enjoyed singing – it just sort of happened.

After a year they had dozens of songs. They asked around, some friends made a few calls and set up some interviews. The sisters ended up settling on an independent record label. The label picked out what they though would sell, dropped a couple singles and the rest was history. Their debut album went platinum. They just released their sophomore album in the spring and are currently on their North American leg of the tour.




h e x c o d e x // x #704a4a x // x f a c e c l a i m x // x Mishti Rahman, Dua Lipa x // x c r e a t o r x // x Rosa x // x c s x // x mjolnir

 

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fauxcxntz's Story

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Character Portrait: Stevie Nicholas Character Portrait: fauxcxntz Character Portrait: Erin Monaghan Character Portrait: Eoin Lancaster Character Portrait: Kasper Alling

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They’re supposed to be leaving for tour in two days. Two fucking days. That was all he needed from Eoin. To stay put for two days.

He’s got one shoe on and not even a sock on the other foot, his pants are unbuttoned, his shirt is gone, and his hair is a mess. There’s a bottle of Jack between his teeth and a phone pressed between his ear and his shoulder while he glares at the fucking classic coffee machine Eoin made them get instead of the Kurieg Stevie wanted. It’s goddamn rocket science to make it work and he’s too hungover for that shit.

He tells Siri to call again. He’s got hickies across his hip bone which is a shame because he can’t really remember last night but there was definitely a pool involved at some point. What he does remember is Eoin was home when he stumbled in, and gone when Rin woke him.

Stevie threw his phone down when it went to voicemail again and pulled the bottle from his mouth before shouting “Rin!” He saw her cross the apartment and throw her hands in the air. So Eoin wasn’t answering her either. At least it wasn’t some personal vendetta against Stevie. She also wasn’t coming into the kitchen, which meant she wasn’t going to save him from the damned coffee machine.

“Fuck it,” he grumbled, pushed the thing away, and took a few deep gulps of whiskey as he picked up his phone again. He’d just pulled up Instagram when Eoin’s ridiculous username flashed across the screen stating he’d gone live. He gives him a few minutes of not saying where he is (although the dark sky in the window at his side says it’s not New York, because the sun hadn’t set yet at home) before he tags Dua in it asking if she can believe this shit.

Two days. That was all he fucking needed. Eoin was the leader of LSM, not Stevie. He didn’t have his shit together enough to keep the other two shits together.

He crosses the livingroom in a few quick steps and falls on the couch on top of Kasper, who groans under the brunt of his weight, but he ignores it and buries his face in his friend's neck instead. “Eoin took off. Wanna overdose in his bed to get back at him?"