Wife to Tom Buchanan, mother of Pamela Buchanan. Cousin to Nick Carraway, best friend to Jordan Baker, and long lost love to Jay Gatsby. Considered the 'sweetheart' of Louisville, Chicago, and New York. Careless. Warm. Selfish. Flower. Daisy.
Warning: Daisy Buchanan is a racist, homophobic, and rather sexist individual in every verse, with some minor variations depending(ex. Not sexist in her 'dark' verse). She will rarely be up front about these biases, but they're there. If this bothers you, I suggest we talk about it and try to reach a solution; otherwise, we don't interact.
That being said, she's typically not super hard to get along with, mostly because it's in her personality to want to please people. She might be a little distant at first, but really, she's not too hard to please, and you'll be getting along just fine in no time. (Unless your muse is a black, flamboyant gay man, who rallies for chicks to be in the army or something. Then there might be a problem. But I don't know.)
Guys add daisy’s kik that’s all I’m doing tonight. Same as my url. No personals please.
✗ home to a ghoul, a reaper, a fallen angel
and a wayward siren
✗ open to plots, au’s of all types
✗ always looking for new thread partners and
✗ 8+ years rp experience, 2 on tumblr
✗ written by tali - a dorky friendly mun who
needs to get her plot obsession checked.
casually reads all of jack’s headcanons like it’s my job
New mother Daisy Buchanan & infant Pamela Buchanan
Gluttony is no fool. He knows of her lies, the deceptive words spilling from trembling lips. For now, they mean nothing except a call to obedience. The corners of his mouth upturned in a smirk and he withdraws his claws instead smoothing his palm along the column of her spine.
“I love you too, pet,” he coos, the tone dripping in humanoid sounds once more. The edge of her lips earns a peck, a patronizing peck. Warmth soon dissipates as he vacates her space and admires the crumpling angel in her bonds. Satisfaction swells in his chest.
“I’ll be back later this evening. Keep your sounds to a minimum. I don’t want to have to rip out that pretty tongue of yours.” Half-hearted in his wave, Gluttony takes his leave from the cage’s space, shutting and locking the door as he exits.
“Be good.” And he vanishes to his domain.
✿ ♕ ❀ —
It doesn’t matter. Daisy knows that Gluttony
knows she’s lying.. but she also knows that
simply doing what he says keeps her safe.
She second she feels the threat of his claws
diminish, Daisy hyperventilates, heart racing
inside her chest.
He’s so close to her, so agonizingly close to
the female, that she can hardly breathe. His
kiss is meaningless, and Daisy hardly even
registers that it happens before she’s sinking
from weak knees into a trembling pile.
With shaking fingers, the angel lifts a hand to
touch her bleeding lips, and stare miserably
at golden cuffs and heavy chains. The female
vessel is silent.. before she slumps into a pile
of pillows, sobbing out desperate prayers until
she’s run out of new ones to recite.
Then she starts over.
Gluttony paints her pale cheek red as he plants a damp kiss on the bud intent on tasting her fallen tears. Salt stings his tongue and he salivates, craving more and more of her wondrous taste. Another time.
Parting from her cheek, the sin moves only a fraction away, just enough to catch her gaze. Slowly, he removes his hand and anchors it on her waist, never once allowing his eyes to drift from hers.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he whispers, but not at all to comfort. Void of emotion, his voice is not human, but a chilling wind heard in the dead of night.
“—Tell me you love me.”
Fingers indent her side; his claws threatening to rip through delicate tissue.
✿ ♕ ❀ —
Daisy wails like an injured animal,
and her eyes turn upward, silently
begging for a miracle. But angels
who sin don’t deserve miracles, &
she, who turned her back on God,
will have His back turned on her.
Daisy sobs, begging ❝please, don’t
do this, don’t hurt me, please—❞ her
words like a broken record. Gluttony
digs his claws in, however, and the
angel fears for her safety. The lies
burn on her tongue as she speaks.
❝I do! I love you, I love you, please,
please, don’t..❞ Oh, God.. perhaps
she would rather die. ❝I love you, I
p-promise.. Please, just let go..!❞
' whenever —-and—- wherever, ya want.
and only for you, my darlin’. ‘
✿ ♕ ❀ —
Daisy smiles —— and proceeds
to plant innocent kisses all over
Will’s face and lips. ❝Promise?❞