“if you’re reading this, congrats — you found my chaos file.”
who the hell i am
baseline canon & quick facts
Name’s Chloe Price. You’ve heard the rumours: drop-out, delinquent,
walking red flag with blue hair and a god complex. Some of that’s
accurate. Most of it’s people seeing the surface and bouncing before
they hit anything real.
Underneath the noise, I’m grief in a denim jacket with a loyalty
problem. I’ll start shit, torch bridges, and dare the universe to
hit me harder — but if you text “I need you,” I’ll be there at 3am
in a shitty truck that barely runs.
This page is half journal, half character file — #luckless’ way of
keeping my timelines, ships, and trauma organized.
“Lesbian disaster with a crowbar heart, currently drifting toward the Amberprice
comic universe version of me. Apparently I get to grow up a little. Horrifying.”
Out loud I’m all sarcasm, middle fingers and “come at me, bitch”
energy. It’s easier to be loud than it is to say “that hurt” or
“please don’t leave.” I’d rather blow up my own life than wait for
someone else to abandon me again.
Underneath all of that? Stupid loyalty. Once you’re mine — friend,
partner, found family — I will crawl through metaphorical (and
sometimes literal) broken glass for you. Most of my worst decisions
start with “I’m not losing them too.”
#luckless leans into:
undiagnosed ADHD vibes / rejection sensitivity
hyper-fixation on music, art, and girls (especially Rachel)
actually very smart, just violently allergic to authority
mechanics & graffiti as grounding / self-expression
keeping photos / scraps as proof people stayed
“Yes, I’m a lesbian. No, it’s not a phase. If you show up, stay, and
look at me like I’m worth something, I WILL fall in love with you and
then deny it for six months.”
timelines & ships
multi-verse chloe → amberprice future
Thanks to time travel bullshit and narrative cruelty, I exist in more
than one timeline. This Chloe is multi-verse and flexible, but every
road tends to bend toward one specific future: the
Amberprice Universe comic version of me — older,
still rough, actually trying to build something with Rachel instead
of just surviving.
Available “chapters” you can drop into:
pre-storm: truancy, trash-fire home life, clinging to trouble and music
week of the storm: canon-divergent friendly; Max’s presence flexible
post-sacrifice arcadia: town gone, I’m still here; survivor’s guilt road-trip era
post-sacrifice chloe: dead, but haunting people as memory / ghost / dream
modern au: older punk mechanic in a bigger city; band / tattoo-adjacent chaos
“Somewhere out there I get to keep Rachel and actually grow with her instead of
just burning everything down. That’s the version #luckless keeps steering me toward.”
shipping notes
lesbian Chloe only — wlw ships
Amberprice is main / priority ship
ongoing established ship with Leialandia’s Rachel
multi-ship across separate verses (no overlap / no cheating plots)
“pretty sure this is what home feels like.”
“the part where she stays anyway.”
how we collide
starter ideas & meet-cute disasters
Some ways you can crash into my life (literally or metaphorically):
“you’re the new kid in arcadia bay and i nearly crash into you with my truck.”
“we share a lighter outside a shitty venue and trauma-dump at 3am.”
“you walk into the garage asking for car help; i’m the disaster you’re stuck with.”
“we tag the same wall and accidentally start a graffiti rivalry.”
“you’re friends with rachel / max and now you’re stuck with me too, sorry.”
“Bandmates, roommates, apocalypse partners, exes with no closure, girls who show
up in the wreckage and refuse to leave — if you hand #luckless a good emotional hook, you’re in.”
rules & boundaries
boring but important shit
01. Writer is #luckless • 23 • MDNI.
02.No NSFW / smut. Fade-to-black and implied intimacy only.
03. Extremely detailed multi-para / lit by default; adjust on request.
04. Real life & mental health come first. Reply speed may vary.
05. No godmodding, no killing Chloe without discussion, no using trauma as a joke.