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mjjune · 1 year

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7, 18, & 21 for all three 🥺 (the oc ask game)

7 is answered here!

18. a memory that still makes your OC angry?

cw: discussion of cancer, death, and drug use Lara - she had a huge falling out with her father that still irks her. her mother died from cancer when she was in high school and she slowly grew apart from her dad after that, and it kinda culminated in a Big Fight and it makes her angry that she let it get to that point and that it couldn't have been solved civilly. Danny - while i think he works really hard to forget the past (rip) there are many, many memories that still bother him, but i'm not sure any of them make him angry anymore, per se. i think most of them just make him sad. off the top of my head a not-too-spoilery one is his falling out with Aldrich (another vampire). while he definitely doesn't regret what he did, it is a memory that lingers with him and bothers him, because of what he lost. Helio - anything related to his prior supernatural drug use definitely haunts him. and not so much the drugs themselves, but he gets angry at how he was unable to see that the people who were his "friends" cared more about drugs than him and that he was basically being used. i'd say it's his past naivete/gullibility/trusting nature that frustrates him the most.

21. hobbies your OC enjoys?

Lara - dancing!! she is a dance minor in college during book 1 actually. she also reads a lot Danny - besides drinking and sex? lmao. he also likes dancing and reading, and has had thousands of hobbies over his millennia, some of which he probably maintains and some which he's moved on from. off the top of my head in the past he has done calligraphy, singing/various musical instruments, learning various languages, wine-making, and ofc various forms of combat and martial arts Helio - his biggest (part time gig) hobby is fight club! he's into boxing and mma-style fighting, and also keeping up his spanish fluency

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tiaramania · 5 months

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Le Bal 2023

Le Bal des Débutantes is tomorrow and I'm very excited that V Muse will be the official jewelers again. We usually see a tiara or two at the event but last year was amazing because they choose an estate jeweler with a huge historical collection instead of a company making new jewelry. As far as I can tell V Muse currently has ten tiaras in their inventory and I hope to see several of them worn by this year’s participants.

Advaitesha Birla - Sabyasachi

Angelina Jordan - Dolce & Gabbana

Anya Embiricos - Celia Kritharioti

Marchioness Barbara Berlingieri - Giambattista Valli

Eden Leprevost Blin-Lebreton - Natan

Elizabeth Webster - Guo Pei

Ella McCaw - Fovari

Hannah Husain - Elie Saab

Countess Honor d’Andlau-Hombourg - Stéphane Rolland

Archduchess Ildikó of Habsburg-Lorraine - Alexis Mabille

Jasmine Yen - Georges Hobeika

Lara Connor - Carolina Herrera

Countess Lara Cosima Henckel von Donnersmarck - Jean Paul Gaultier

Princess Lissie Sellassie - Lavin

Louisa Dub - Ralph Lauren

Olivia Ford Uzielli - Oscar de la Renta

Roxie Zhao - Franck Sorbier

Skye Wong - Vivienne Westwood

Talitha Stern - Christian Dior

Victoria Mestre Cisneros - Antonio Grimaldi

Yvette Yao - Armani Privé

You can see all of my post about the tiaras worn at Le Bal in the past here.

#Tiara Talk #Le Bal des Debutantes

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heartinthehospital · 5 months

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not that hot

hunting season masterlist

content: male whumpee, female whumper, big whumpee, small whumper, defiant whumpee, possessive whumper, kidnapping, violence

When Elijah wakes up, Lara is nowhere to be seen.

Well, he can’t see much of anything. Elijah blinks a few more times to confirm, but he’s sure he’s blindfolded. And tied to a chair. His back muscles tense through his t-shirt as he measures how much movement his arms are allowed when they’re duct-taped behind him. It’s none. The same goes for the duct tape that secures Elijah’s ankles to the chair legs. Slowly, he tries to recollect the events of the last few hours.

There was the gas station. The couple of guys who mugged him. Elijah shifts his weight and winces when he can feel the bruises on his ribcage. There are other injuries, but this has to be the worst of them. Elijah knows what broken ribs felt like, and this isn’t that, but damn if it doesn’t hurt the same.

There was Lara. The offer to clean him up back at her place. Elijah wonders if his car is still at the gas station and frowns. Everything he packed for the hunting trip was inside, and if getting mugged was any sign, that couldn’t be a safe place to be parked.

Elijah told Lara about the hunting trip, when she asked why he looked like he was ready to tour Afghanistan. She laughed, and he began to question if it was the alcohol they were sharing or if she did really look that pretty when she smiled. He must’ve asked out loud, because the next thing he remembers, she was on top of—

Elijah hears footsteps. Thank God.

With a swift tug of the cloth around his eyes, Lara is standing in front of him again.

“Are you awake?”

Absent-mindedly, Elijah decides that she really is that pretty. There’s no alcohol in his system to convince him otherwise, but as soon as he realizes that, he wonders why he isn’t hungover. There’s no way he doesn’t have a throbbing headache if he blacked out hours ago.

“Eli?” That’s not important.

“My bad,” he clears his throat. “I’m awake.”

Lara steps back, still in the same clothes. Elijah can’t help but imagine how the two of them look. Him, dressed in what looks like military uniform. Her, barely clothed in a wife beater and daisy dukes. If either of them were to be tied up, he wouldn’t expect it to be him.

She’s searching in his face for something, but Elijah doesn’t know what. The look in her ice-blue eyes is unreadable. It's like she's waiting for something. Behind his back, he gently grazes his bloodied knuckles with his fingertips, expecting her to speak first. It doesn’t look like she’s going to.

“Do you want me to be scared?” Elijah offers.

Suddenly, Lara’s expression turns into blatant confusion. “What?”

“I mean, do you want me to be scared?” That’s what he just said. Elijah clears his throat and tries to explain himself. “You know, what we’re doing here. I’m tied up. You’re not. Should I be scared?”

The expression on Lara’s face doesn’t change. Somehow, the conversation brings him back to high school, when everyone stared blankly at him whenever he spoke because his accent was too thick to understand. Elijah feels as stupid as he did then. What was Lara not understanding?

“Okay,” he tries again. “Last thing I remember, we were on your couch together, and I guess I blacked out when we— it’s not important. Now I’m in your basement. You didn’t ask if I was okay with this, which I don’t mind, because I am, but I don’t really do this. I don’t know if I’m supposed to ask if you want me to be scared, or if I should be scared as soon as you walk in. I don’t know how we’d even have sex if I’m tied up like this, honestly.”

Something like recognition clicks in Lara’s face, but she doesn’t say anything. Elijah begins to consider he might not watch enough porn. That’s not true, and he knows it, but no matter how he racks his brain to think of every video he’s watched, he can’t think of one that lets him know what he’s supposed to do. “If you didn’t want me to be this confused, you could’ve told me what you wanted. Maybe it would ruin your fantasy, but it would help. Like I said, I don’t do this.”

Finally, Lara steps back. She looks him up-and-down, her features softening.

“Oh my God, you’re stupid.” The sentence is said with such incredible tenderness, Elijah takes a few moments to register it as an insult.

“Hey, what the fuck?”

“You’re not scared?” Lara reaches out a hand to brush against Elijah’s bruised jaw, and he stiffens at the physical contact. “You’re tied to a chair in my basement, and you’re not scared?”

“That’s what I’m asking you.” Elijah shakes his head. “You know what? Nevermind. Thanks for helping me and everything, but I don’t think this is working. I wish it did—” his eyes rake over her body in the same way she did his “—but it’s not.”

“You’re so stupid,” Lara repeats herself in that same voice, her fingertips still soft against his skin. Elijah might find it attractive if she wasn’t insulting him. She turns her head towards a blinking red light in the corner of the room that he hadn’t noticed. “None of them have ever done that. They always wake up asking me what happened, and he just explained it to himself."

Elijah looks at the camera. “Are you fucking recording this?”

The dread finally begins to set in, and he struggles against his restraints. The duct tape didn’t feel this tight when he woke up.

“I’m leaving,” he insists, glaring at Lara. In the back of his mind, he imagines himself telling this story to his friends when he arrives at their cabin. That’s all this is going to be. One of his stories.

“Go ahead.”

“Fuck you.”

Lara smiles. “Do you always curse this much when you’re scared?”

“I’m not scared. I’m pissed that my fucking pit-stop is going to cost me hours and I’m not even getting laid. Which doesn’t matter because—” he continues to struggle without success “—you’re not that hot anyways.”

When Lara turns around and walks away, he twists his neck to try and follow where she’s going. “I’m going to get out of this chair, and I swear to God, I’m going to kill you if you don’t help,” he raises his voice to make sure she can hear, his stomach twisting itself into knots. If he strains, he can hear her rummaging through something. “I mean, I’m going to fucking rip you apart. I’ll—”

When Lara returns, Elijah’s voice dies in his throat. He doesn’t know whether it’s the ten-inch hunting knife in her hands or the calmness in her expression that silences him, but either way, his blood runs cold. With every step she takes towards him, his arms twist against the duct tape with more urgency, but he can’t get free.

“What are you going to do to me?” Lara tilts her head innocently, weapon still in hand.

Elijah stops moving.

Even when she turns back towards the camera and goes, “I can’t believe that’s all it took to get him quiet,” he doesn’t ask who the fuck she’s talking to. He doesn’t make a sound. Not when Lara steps closer to him, not when she brings the tip of the blade to his Adam’s apple, and not when she smiles at the slow roll of his throat underneath the pressure. Not a goddamn sound.

She puts her mouth against his ear, and when she speaks, her warm breath grazes his skin. “Are you scared yet?” This time, her voice is barely above a murmur. This question’s for Elijah, not the camera. His mouth is suddenly and totally dry.

“Kill me quick.” The words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop himself, but he doesn’t regret them. It’s a hunting knife. The images of what she could do with it flash in his mind one after the other. If all she does is kill him, here and now, it would be merciful. Maybe that makes Elijah a coward, but nobody’s going to know it.

Twenty-three years. He could be satisfied with twenty-three years.

“That’s not what I asked.” Lara’s knife presses deeper to his throat, and a pinprick of blood drips down his neck. Elijah strains his peripheral vision trying to catch a glimpse of Lara’s expression. Nothing.

“I’m fucking terrified,” he whispers. It doesn’t matter what his last words are. Nobody’s around to hear them.

When Lara pulls away, knife and all, Elijah doesn’t shut his eyes like he wants to. In a few minutes, he’ll be dead, and maybe he wants Lara to be the last thing he sees. He doesn’t know. Elijah’s about to die, and he doesn’t know anything.

Lara slams the hunting knife right between his legs into the chair.

“Good answer,” she hums, looking back over her shoulder to the camera. “I think this one is going to be fun.” Elijah’s entire body shudders involuntarily.

“I’m serious,” his voice shakes. “Kill me. Quick.” Twenty-three years.

Lara looks back to the sweaty, trembling mess she’s made of him and wrenches the hunting knife out from the chair with little more than a glance in his direction.

“Sorry, I missed.” With an alarming swiftness, she plunges the knife back into his thigh. The scream that rips out from Elijah’s throat drowns out her voice as she steps back to admire her work.

"Like I said. Fun."

#lara's right elijah's stupid #but i love him anyways #she does too #male whumpee #female whumper #lady whumper #big whumpee #small whumper #defiant whumpee #possessive whumper #long term captivity #whump stuff #whump ideas #whump scenario #whump writing #whump fic #whump #elijah king #lara callaway

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arowrath · 1 year

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(ID: an ask and response posted by the @ wip tumblr. delicatepointofviews asks, "hey, i've been using the alt text function lately, because i want my blog to be accessible, but i have to say alt text on mobile really is a pain to write. the option is hidden in a kebab menu so that i feel like half the people don't even know it exists and still type image descriptions in the captions and the box in which to input text is so small that it's almost impossible to re-view what you've written let alone fix a mistake.

for example when i try to scroll to the beginning of my text, i keep hitting cancel and closing the window which is super frustrating. i also find it annoying that you cannot at once see the image you're describing and the input box. do you have any plans to improve mobile alt text? i think this would be major in improving the accessibility of tumblr :^)"

@ wip answers: "Hello there @ delicatepointofviews! So it would be nice if we could see the image while writing alt text, but that would be a pretty big change, and we just do not have the engineering capacity for that right now. To be transparent with you, we think the hard part would be finding the team to pick it up and if this is more important than the mass of whatever work they're already doing. Personally, we feel that improving this and all accessibility features is no doubt important. And something we want to take a good look at when we have the time, space, and people power. In truth, we need a thorough plan to be able to tackle accessibility issues in the future, but right now, it's going to be a bit difficult to prioritize. That said, there may be some quick fixes we can look at to help some of the issues you've outlined here. Thanks for your question, and leave it with us. We will see what we can do in the short and longer term."

The post is signed: "—April, Caroline, Lara, Cyle, Dave and Eli (Tumblr Engineering)"

the date of the post is January 3rd of this year. end ID)

is anyone else super uncomfortable with this response. like, saying that accessibility isn't more important than the other work the engineers are doing, and that it's "difficult" to prioritize it. cuz it feels very uncomfortable to me

#text #ableism #i also like that they had 6 people respond to this and none of them thought Hey maybe we shouldnt say that accessibility isn't a priority #*for us. like.

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