"It's easy to be the villain of a story like that. All I had to do was burn, smoulder, and die." "...It's the hero I left behind. That's who you ought to feel sorry for."

God i would love to be a housewife to a tired mortician lady who i can pamper and take care of

🥨 - our muses eat hors d'oeuvres together

“By the time this event is over, I’ll be lucky if I still manage to fit in my dress.” Clementine commented jokingly as she picked up yet another d’oeuvre. She’d consumed so many already it was a wonder she had any more room left in her stomach.

@rcsegrngrwsly​

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Isa slowly walks around to face the other woman, paying no mind to the human in her arms. “They weren’t the person I was hoping to have fun with.” The demon says with a playful smirk and waited for her to finish propping them up before reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Rose’s ear. “I’d rather taste you.” 

@rosalie-winters​

closed starter // lucia & rose @ofseattles

It had been a couple of days now, but Lucia was definitely still ‘the new girl’ at the hospital. Not just by the way other people viewed her but also the way she viewed herself. It was not that she wasn’t good at her job, she had been doing good since she got this job, but everything was so new and the hospital was huge. There were so many new names and faces, not to mention the hospital as a structure. She could barely count how many times she had gotten lost. At the moment she had been lost trying to find her way to the cafeteria, but finally found it. Her shift had been long and her stomach was basically screaming for food. Happy to finally get some food and happy to have actually found the cafeteria, Lucia didn’t watch where she was going and bumped into someone. “Dios mios, I’m so sorry!” Lucia exclaimed as she turned around to see who she had almost knocked over. 

Truth be told, the 7 minutes in heaven dares were getting on Leo’s nerves. He’d watched pair after pair sneak away to the closet of the small bar, emerging with smeared lipstick and avoiding eye-contact with others in the circle. During his time in the closet, absolutely no kissing occurred. In fact, they hadn’t even touched each other with the exception of Peyton forcing his gaze towards her. As a result, he was the last person he thought Rose would approach or 7 minutes in the closet used to ensue drama. For the sake of whatever was left of his relationship, he politely turned her down and she made her way back to her seat. But now that everyone was taking a break, he reached the crowd for her, spotting her near the edge of the bar. “Hey,” he said, announcing his presence as to not scared her. “You know I didn't say no to be a dick or anything,” he prefaced, leaning against the wooden bar and bringing his cup to his lips again. “I just - you know, tonight’s already been a big enough mess. But II’m flattered. Really.” @rose-harmon​

closed starter for Kaz as requested by @starschne​​

“Hey, stop,” her voice was stern and yet soft. Her hand pressed against his bare chest as he tried to get up from the bed.  “You’re not going anywhere.” She stated.  Her eyebrows stitched as she tended to his wounds. She understood he was the big bad, so to speak. But she didn’t care for that. Right now, he was her patient. Her brother had somehow had himself get caught up in a crime ring. She’d expressed her disappointment in her brother’s decision, but the money he brought home definitely helped pay the bills. Seeing this man-- the top dog-- severely injured and in dire need of care-- Ambrosia feared for her brother. But for now, her worry was to nurse her patient back to health. 

Arlo had only met Rose a handful of times, but he knew her well enough to not feel awkward or shy knowing he was about to be working with her on a project. It wasn’t often he branched out and took photographs for publications that weren’t Artem, but he was definitely excited by the opportunity to test himself. Letting himself into the small office space shared by most Wizarding publications based in London, he smiled warmly when he laid eyes on her, making his way over to where she was sitting and setting down two paper cups of coffee. One for him, one for her. “I wasn’t sure of your order.” He admitted sheepishly. “So I have these,” he emptied his pockets, carefully piling a handful of sugar packets down beside her drink. “It’s oat milk too, oat milk is my favourite so I took a chance.” @rcsebeaumont​

“Can you even find Peach Hollows on a map?” Dominic asked as he leaned against her apartment banister, looking out towards the town and the small buildings in the distance. He could see everything from citrus centre, strawberry lane, honeydew avenue and the bright lights of cherry bomb circle. Blink and you’d miss it. It was almost comical how little the town was, fitting perfectly into the small-town stereotype where you could drive through without even realizing you’d hit a town. “I mean, when I go back home, my friends are going to roast me and say this place is made up. Wikipedia is gonna be their only source of information because I’m pretty sure this place doesn’t even have a town website. How the fuck did we end up here?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at her. “We could be in LA right now. Or New York. Or Japan if we wanted to. I’ve always wanted to go to Tokyo.” @rose-harmon​

@rcsieweasley​  — For once Rose wasn’t hurrying out of the building rushing off to work when she spotted her cousin passed out on the couch in the lobby. She paused briefly wondering how long he’d been passed out there. Had he been there when she’d come in after a late shift at the bar or had he come stumbling in after she had? Not bothering to question it much longer, Rose changed her trajectory towards her cousin before plopping herself on top of him. “Looks like you did buddy.” Rose responds calmly as if this was a normal occurrence for either of them. “Scale of one to ten how bad was last night?”

James squinted up in the direction of his cousin, face scrunching as she confirmed that he had in fact made the lobby his bedroom. Again. He was creeping towards double digits now. “That’s the question,” he groaned, shifting his body so he now lay flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. “Last I remember? Solid eight, I’d say. Oh— “ he winced, drawing a hand up to his head. The hangover was making it’s presence known and it was not being kind in the slightest. “Yea. ‘Bout a two at the moment.”

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“No,” Fred said with a groan. “Am I ever going to beat you at chess, Rosie?”

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No entendía a que venía el comentario de la otra persona. Le dirigió la mirada junto con una sonrisa. *¿Por qué no? Tú necesitabas ayuda y yo podía ayudarte. No es tan difícil de entender*

Stations were stocked with sponges and soak, water tanks were filled and everyone knew their role - the only thing missing were the cars. When Leo offered to modify his services and clean cars rather than repair them for the afternoon, he didn’t envision the cliche car-wash scene from every romantic comedy or coming of age movie. But here he was, shirtless and holding up a sign that read, “Hand Washed Cars.” Was this rock bottom? He wasn’t sure, but based on the looks he was receiving from others passing by, it sure felt like it.

It wasn’t until he saw a familiar face approach him that a genuine smile crept onto his lips. “If you’re here to point and laugh, I have a hose and I’m not afraid to use it.”

@rose-harmon​

lily was wandering around washington. she’d been there for a few days but was still completely unsure of what was happening. of how she’d gotten there. a flash of red hair caught her eye and she turned to see someone who looked exactly like her cousin. “rose!” she called, hoping it she wasn’t just going crazy. ( @tragcdysewn )