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By Hero Bean Stevenson for Unknown - 2022
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Here, cover your face. For what? That security camera.
#( visage ; izzie hendriks )#peak izzie outfit and dialogue#when she's out sneaking into places she shouldn't
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@apaise | ( continued. )
elinor would be lying if she said there wasn’t a small part of her that enjoyed the terrified look on the soldiers’ faces. there was once a time where she resented the way people kept their distance, avoiding her eyes but keeping her name on their lips as they whispered behind her back. with years of practice, she’s learned to accept it as a sign of power.
yet, for all the times elinor has reveled in her solitude, she finds she’s come to enjoy having beth at her side. the princess, despite her timid air, did not shy away from her as others did. she was always graceful and sweet when addressing even the darkling – never fearing her dark armor or the blood on her hands.
elinor wishes she was half as brave and dared to show beth all of her. the idea of her toll of death and destruction proving too much for the princess makes her breath falter, weak when faced with the possibility of finally losing something she holds dear.
despite her resolve to steel her features around the crown’s army, they soften easily at beth’s quiet remark. she holds elinor in too high regard – it’s addictive and dangerous, the darkling realizes as she attempts to will the warmth in her chest to go away. never did she want to be seen so desperately, knowing it could cost her everything.
she almost points out beth is the only one to think it a loss, but deems it a disservice to the other’s kindness. elinor gives a smile and a grateful bow of her own head instead. what must the soldiers see when they watch them from afar? two dignitaries exchanging pleasantries? would they be able to spot elinor’s subtle fidgeting, suppressing the urge to take the princess’s hand in her own?
brows raise at the remark that follows, surprised beth mentioned the bluebirds. it had been an afternoon in equal parts lovely and terrifying, with elinor offering her a secret so close to her heart. no one knew of her birds, not even her father. it was something she had always believed she’d carry to her grave, a softness she was not allowed. yet beth didn’t even spare it a moment of judgment – and there’s nothing if not gentless in her features when elinor dares meet her eyes now.
“ – i miss them dearly as well, ” she confesses, voice low and tentative. “ they’re quite independent, but i do regret not being able to ask one of the maids to look after them. ” despite being otkazat'sya, harys could command fear into the royal staff as well as any grisha general. they’d tell him of anything they saw out of place – including elinor’s own behavior. she’s lucky she can pass her meetings with the princess as mere courtesy.
“ i may stay a few more weeks, depending on how everything goes. ” as far as everyone knows, the general is here to oversee operations regarding the recent fjerdan attacks on the northern border. her letters to her father will detail whether the search for the sun summoner has proved fruitful after hearing hushed reports of a nearby sighting.
“ and yourself, your highness? ” elinor turns the question to beth. “ i’m sure your sisters will be happy to see you, but the soldier camps may grow quite dull after a day or two. ” she reckons the princesses are allowed to leave their post based on status alone... but elinor finds herself selfishly wishing for stricter rules, if it allows her to accompany beth during her stay instead.
#apaise#i am not immune to the elibeth hyperfixation#brainrot for them always#it's just *chef's kiss* such a good flavor#elinor is so weak for her tho :||| not even subtle abt it smh#( thread ; elinor frey )#( starter ; elinor frey )#( v. grisha )
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Poppy Drayton in 1.03 of The Shannara Chronicles
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ELLA PURNELL via gregoryrussellhair on Instagram (July 20, 2023)
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‘I’m just saying, maybe there was a slight chance that it was a werewolf.’ (ella to quinn)
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“ what? no shot, how would that even be possible? ” despite her immediate refusal, quinn does pause to think on the matter for a moment. her research had never taken her anywhere supernatural ( so far ), and she normally wasn’t one to close herself off to any possibilities... but she knew when to trust her gut.
“ it’s gotta be chat noir, i’m telling you. ” quinn hadn’t been looking into this girl for months with nothing to show for it. though she wasn’t exactly any closer to finding out her identity – or having an actual conversation with her, even – she’s come to know the vigilante’s patterns quite well. “ see this? ” she taps on the deep claw marks than run across almost the entire length of the wall. “ it’s totally the doing of her claw thingies. ” quinn wiggles her own fingers for theatrics.
sliding her phone from her pocket, she taps away at the screen at a rapid pace, and no more than a second later comes her victorious exclamation. “ aha! there was a robbery nearby last night, see? ” she shows ella an article on the man’s arrest. “ chat noir must’ve caught them and turned them in. ” it says nothing on how the police caught the perpetrators, but quinn knows the vigilante is not one to take credit; she wonders whether it’s for the sake of anonymity or if there’s more to it... modesty? or perhaps the girl has bigger secrets to keep?
“ besides, i don’t think it was a full moon last night, ” quinn adds, entertaining ella’s theory with a playful smile. “ but it’s a fun story to tell the kids. ” so long as maddy doesn’t find out...
#apaise#( ic ask ; quinn dawar )#kinda random but saw this in my inbox and had muse#first time writing quinn!#still getting her voice down but she's fun to write#sorry @ ella but the werewolf theory is not sticking :/#quinn knows what she's about
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[ shop ] for our muses to go to a specialist music store together (mal to lexi)
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with their next show only a few days away, it’s just their luck when the band almost gets into a car accident. thankfully, with mal’s quick reflexes at the wheel, they get out unscathed – her guitar... not so much. after a rough tumble inside the car, the back cracks, instantly announcing the tragedy with an off-key symphony.
it’s not a lost cause by any means, and pedro insists they diy it, but lexi’s read up on enough repair tutorials to know it should be handled by a professional. besides, they can’t risk playing with their instruments in anything but mint condition.
before anyone else speaks up, lexi offers to accompany mal to the nearest music shop. the others will attribute it to her being controlling ( perhaps not entirely a lie... ), but in truth, her motives are not so heartless. she knows mal would much rather have ro go with her – but with the palpable tension between the two as of late, it might just be awkward to leave them alone. assuming ro offers at all... even lexi can tell how their vocalist has been keeping her distance from mal; a stark contrast from how they could not keep their hands off each other just a few weeks ago.
lexi may not make for much exciting company. but she figures it’s a mercy to spare mal from loneliness or rejection, just this once.
“ don’t let them talk you into any extra stuff, ” she tells mal as they approach the shop, a warning finger pointing her way. “ these people are always trying to make an extra buck. ” ro speaks well enough about the girl at the counter, but lexi figures they can never be too careful – especially now that the band has started to make it somewhat big.
“ and we don’t leave until you’re absolutely satisfied with the guitar. ” skill aside, that was the most important thing. as a fellow guitarist, lexi could understand; nothing compared to the rush she felt whenever she played alongside the band. “ it has to feel right in your hands. ”
#apaise#( ic ask ; lexi harmon )#me with no more romal in my inbox like hmmmm#this will do#actually living for this dynamic tho#a rare soft lexi moment (in her own way)#( v. band )
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Grace Van Dien and Reina Hardesty in What Comes Around (2022) dir. Amy Redford
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Grace Van Dien and Reina Hardesty at the MADEWELL x Molly Dickson collection party
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"i like taking care of you . i’d be happy to do it for the rest of our lives ." (mal to ro)
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maybe, when she had claimed that she couldn’t care less about isi’s growing success, loud enough for everyone at the afterparty to hear, she wasn’t being exactly truthful. maybe she had sunk deeper into her denial as she told herself the alcohol didn’t burn when she downed another shot, and then another, desperate not to feel.
it was better than remembering her last conversation with isi, anyway – awkward and distant, as if she was talking with a stranger. had she really changed so much over the years? or was ro simply blind to who she truly was?
and who the hell was that guy up on stage with her?
pedro tries to get her back to the hotel room, but it’s mal who finally succeeds in pulling her away from the bar. ro’s demeanor instantly shifts around her, no longer shooting sharp words at whoever’s in range – instead, she melts in the other’s arms, craving closeness in a way her sober self wouldn’t normally allow to show.
the cab ride back to the hotel feels too short; ro wonders if she dozed off on mal’s shoulder, or if she imagined the way she gently held her hand the entire time. ro wishes she would never have to let go.
her senses don’t feel as cloudy by the time they get to her hotel room. her coordination, however, still leaves much to be desired. ro stumbles only three steps in, and reaches for mal’s hand – yet it’s not enough to save her from the fall. she laughs as she lands on her back, wondering if she looks as ridiculous as she feels.
“ sorry you have to be stuck on babysitter duty tonight. ” despite her playful tone, there’s more to her apology, all the words she can’t bring herself to say just yet. sorry i ruined the party. sorry i can’t stop thinking about her.
ro expects to get a joke right back. she’s stunned into silence when mal offers a much more honest remark in return. how could she say something like that, baring her soul when ro had held onto her own feelings for dear life?
“ stop... ” she pleads in a low voice. her breath hitches, and ro can’t tell whether she’s about to throw up or cry; she brings a hand to cover her face for good measure anyway. “ don’t say that. this isn’t how you should be spending your days – or nights. ” deep down, ro wants to believe her. but her scars have her fearing mal will just turn away and leave at the first sign of trouble.
with a deep breath, she pushes herself to a sitting position, knees pressed to her chest. it hurts to look at mal, and she’s willing to bet it’s not just from the bright lights in the room. “ mal, you deserve way better than... this shit. ” ro gestures for the space around her, desperately trying to ignore the ache in her chest. “ someone who’s not still hung up on their ex like an idiot. ”
#apaise#( ic ask ; ro nuñez )#i caved and finally used a supergirl icon#it was only a matter of time#ALSO THIS SHIP AGAIN?? yeah..........sue me#the muse is so high rn#apologies for the angst :)))))#( v. band )
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❛ we should get some breakfast , i could murder a stack of pancakes . ❜ (mal to ro)
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“ isn’t it kinda early for breakfast? ” ro looks over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of their open window. the sun has just started peeking out, a dim companion to a few streetlights that are still on. last she’d checked, it was still well into the night. lexi had kept them up for hours to work on songs for the new album, relentless as ever. nevermind that none of them managed to contribute much, with how tired they were.
the rest of the band managed to doze off for a few minutes at a time, but ro’s almost sure lexi didn’t sleep at all.
she’s still a little groggy from her last nap when mal speaks to her. the guitarist is now on her feet, towering over ro and the armchair she’s awkwardly curled up on. the hotel room was pretty cramped for four people ( they couldn’t afford anything too fancy, still new to their fame ), but after so many years of playing in their garage, ro wasn’t about to complain.
“ i guess i could eat. ” she sets a hand over her stomach as if to gauge her hunger; the bag of chips she dug into two hours ago admittedly didn’t offer much sustenance.
she means to ask if pedro will join them, but he’s sleeping soundly across the room, splayed out on the couch. lexi’s still focused on her songwriting, so ro already knows she and mal are going alone. a few weeks ago, she wouldn’t have minded that one bit. but after mal officially joined the band... ro began worrying about them spending time together. it usually only ended one way...
lexi would kill them if their hookups got in the way of the band’s newfound success. besides, ro hadn’t told mal about isi... it felt unfair to continue this ( whatever this was ) without being honest about where her feelings truly lied.
and yet, she realized she couldn’t stay away either. mal’s energy was contagious, and ro found herself craving her company more often than she’d like to admit.
“ let’s go. ” too weak to turn the offer down, ro pushes herself off her seat. walking over to lexi, sitting on the floor surrounded by papers, she gives a light tap to her shoulder. “ lex, we’re gonna get food. you want anything? ”
‘ hm, just bring me whatever you’re having, ’ she mumbles absentmindedly, already waving them off. ro shrugs, knowing better than to distract lexi when she’s in the zone.
stepping outside of the hotel room, ro’s hands quickly dive into her pockets, lest they stray. that always seemed to happen too easily around mal. “ so, what’s the plan? it’s too early for the hotel to serve breakfast, and the boss will have our heads if we order room service. ”
#apaise#( ic ask ; ro nuñez )#which verse is this set on#who knows :|#it's very hard for ro to resist mal#idk how she's gonna pull that off in isi endgame verse.....#so take this as u will!!#it's pain either way :)))#( v. band )
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‘I’m sorry if it’s not up to your standards, but I’ve been putting in a lot of TLC!’ (maddy to audrey)
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from the moment audrey stepped foot into camp, she hated all of it. she hated the stuffy summer air, the kids yelling and running around at any given moment – how the other counselors would snicker at her for being so obviously out of place. audrey was an easy target, constantly tripping and getting her clothes muddied. she had no skill or desire to be there, and it showed.
for a time, she had believed she hated maddy most of all. pity was far, far worse than indifference or loathing. no matter how hard audrey tried to push her away, it always ended with maddy coming right back, somehow even more energetic than before. for someone to be so insistent on believing audrey was good... she didn’t know how to handle that.
with each visit, the arguments started lessening. maddy’s earnest efforts no longer irked audrey, but had instead become endearing. even when maddy was being her usual unrelenting self, a whirlwind in her own right, she was greeted by audrey’s smile, each time without fail.
without realizing, she’d grown used to maddy’s company – worse, she had begun looking forward to it.
this time, maddy’s kindness rushes to knock the air right out of her ( an occurrence fairly common as of late ). audrey can only gawk, eyes wide and mouth agape, at the changes maddy had made to her space in their shared cabin. all the other girls had theirs filled with personal touches – hung up photos, stuffed animals on their beds or cute doodles adorning the walls. audrey never bothered decorating hers. why would she? the last thing she wanted was for this place to feel like home.
and yet... maddy managed to do just that. her bed, once bare and colorless, seemed to come to life now. pastel-pink pillows rest comfortably on the now patterned sheets. she recognizes the sweater maddy had lent her on the day she got lost – the one audrey had taken to wearing so often, as if it was her own. hung just above the bed, surrounded by fairy lights, she spots a picture of the two on the first kayak race they won as a team.
trance broken by maddy’s voice, audrey realizes she hadn’t said a word this entire time. had maddy taken her silence as disappointment? “ no, it’s not like that, ” she’s quick to reassure. “ i was just... taking it in. ”
audrey walks over to pick up one of the pillows, admiring it up close. she wonders if maddy had done the stitching of the tiny orchids herself, or was simply lucky enough to find one with her favorite flower.
“ could’ve picked a better picture, i look awful, ” she points out in faux chiding, waving the polaroid playfully. in truth, audrey didn’t care that her hair was frizzy or her makeup ruined from the splashing. in none of her professional photos had she ever smiled as widely.
“ i love it. ” her tone is quieter now, features growing softer as she looks at maddy. “ it’s definitely up to my standards – way better, actually. ” the way audrey reaches for her hand lacks her usual assertiveness, instead almost sheepish now, in the face of such a genuine gesture. “ thank you. the cabin’s never looked so good. ” so much better than home.
#apaise#( ic ask ; audrey bishop )#in an astounding turn of events: this!!!#got sudden muse once i saw this ask#a LOT of this is godmodding come yell at me if needed#got me emo over audrey being taught what true love is!!#kind!! selfless!!!!!!#she doesn't care that she looks awful in the photo!!!!#important development#( v. camp )
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❛ everybody knows . about us . the sex . ❜ (isiro)
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the panic in isi’s voice does not go unnoticed. ro supposes it’s expected. their night together hadn’t been planned, after all. and it wasn’t as though they properly confessed their feelings – or sorted out anything about their current back and forth, really. as dettached as ro tried to appear, she was still hurt by isi’s departure all those years ago. she’d hadn’t forgiven her... but she realized she couldn’t stay away, either.
“ the sex? ” ro repeats with a laugh. she didn’t mean to poke fun at isi’s wording, but her embarrassment was too cute to pass up an opportunity to tease her. “ what’d you expect? we weren’t exactly subtle about it. you coming to my dressing room after the show was a huge tell. ” she says it like she hadn’t been pacing around the room just moments prior, praying that isi would show and that she had not imagined the look they exchanged on stage.
“ they’re not gonna tell anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about. ” lexi couldn’t care less. pedro probably hadn’t even realized anything was going on. and mal... it wasn’t like they were exclusive, anyway. if she did know, she might not even care that ro and isi slept together.
getting up from her seat, ro closes the distances between them with a large step. “ you’re freaking out for no reason. we just need to be more careful from now on. ” with how she effortlessly towers over isi, it’s hard not to take advantage of that. ro finds herself leaning down, eyes locked onto isi’s as she inches closer to her face.
she wonders if isi can see how nervous she actually is up close. how easy it would be to crush ro’s heart when she’s hanging onto her every word, terrified of rejection. “ unless you wanna stop? ”
#apaise#( ic ask ; ro nuñez )#i'm still getting ro's voice down#so i have no idea if i like this yet#but here we go :))))#excited and afraid!!!
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@apaise ( continued. )
after the crew’s ventures left the gala in complete disarray, beatriz was forced into a strategic exit. she trusted her skills enough to hide in the shadows and stay on castle grounds without being found – but mai wouldn’t allow her to act so recklessly.
“ you can come back for your sweetheart once the panic dies down, ” she had told her. an order, not a request. even bea knew better than to cross the head of their crew. with no time for a proper goodbye, she settled for hurriedly scribbling a message for ellise and slipping it in her hand, before disappearing into the crowd.
having targeted such high-profile guests, it took far longer than anticipated for searches in the area to stop. it was well into the next night when bea finally slipped out of the inn the crew was staying at and made for the castle. there were guards patrolling the gardens, as expected, but bea found no difficult in slipping past them, making use of the royal family’s vast garden as her cover.
the climb to ellise’s room does prove more of a challenge tonight. her legs lack their usual strength, with bea giving them no reprieve after such a demanding job. she couldn’t wait to see ellise. rest could come later.
she finds the princess about to return to her chambers. softly calling out to her is enough for ellise to turn around – and greet her with a warm smile. beatriz is so entranced by the lovely sight, it takes her a second to realize she’d been staying out in the open. it was far too dangerous to draw attention to themselves right now.
it’s impossible not to smile at ellise’s quick counter, her playfulness never failing to charm the thief. “ ah, yes. terribly contagious – so i’ve heard, ” bea offers a jest of her own, taking ellise’s hand in her own. “ i’m so relieved you got out unscathed. ”
head shakes at the other’s concern, feeling undeserving of it for a moment. were beatriz not so enamored with the princess, she would’ve been a target of their crew. she’d be cursing bea rather than watch her with such loving eyes. how far could their soft spot for each other carry them? for how long?
“ no offense, your guards couldn’t catch me if i stood right in front of them and danced the polka. ” an amusing idea. perhaps she’d try it next time.
“ here. ” bea’s free hand slips into her pocket and pulls out a golden bracelet, adorned with small sapphires. she makes quick work of sliding it around ellise’s wrist, never letting go of her hand. “ perfect, ” she mumbles in quiet admiration, gentle smile on her lips. “ it looks beautiful on you – just don’t ask me where i got it. ”
#apaise#apologies for that tiny sliver of angst#can't help it the flavor is too good!!#we talk abt your girlies simping for my thieves#but man bea is so whipped fr#the devotion!!! the worship!!!#so in love with ellise already#( thread ; beatriz montemor )#( starter ; beatriz montemor )
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