#( thread: eloise )

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@bcrncoldx (for a random starter)

Diana sat on a bench, writing in a notebook. She was happy to have gotten more time to write, and she preferred to do it by hand instead of a computer if she could. She looked up, noticing someone beside her. "Oh shit. I didn't know you were there. Have you been there long?"

[cara-mrrsn]

who: @labyrnthmind when: may 27th, halfway-ish through the evening where: the commencement gala

Cara was in a mood, to say the least. One that her parents always seemed to bring out in her and that the continued sympathy regarding Greer only served to intensify. Since she had been able to get away from them, Cara was downing flute after flute of champagne, her mood only growing more sour. When Eloise appeared at her side, the girl Cara wavered back and forth on depending on how she felt about being treated as essentially Greer's replacement, it just served as a reminder of her missing sister at the moment. She turned her head slightly, discerning eyes on Eloise for a few beats without speaking, Cara even sipping from her drink again. "If you're looking to get in with my parents, you'd have better luck finding my twin," she said, her tone purely petulant, even as she let a smile flash across her face.

[court-mills]

Again - Court may have already had a drink in each hand, but he was still going to do a shot with Eloise immediately. He was celebrating! Shots were totally part of that! He tucked one of his drinks into his elbow so he could take the shot as well, his grin only widening as she lifted the shot - to victory. "What else could we possibly be cheersing to?" he agreed, lifting his up slightly. "To victory!" He threw the shot back, wincing slightly as it went down, before discarding it so he could hold both of his drinks again - honestly, people should be like, super impressed that he was able to hold one of his drinks in the crook of his arm for that long without spilling or dropping it. "You're on the volleyball team, right?" he asked, somewhat shyly - of course he knew what team Eloise was on, but he didn't want to seem like a total creep or anything. She was just...a really good athlete.

Eloise's main trait was jealousy - she felt it for any person that was able to be close to Greer, to be able to live inside that circle of friends. She wanted so desperately for people to like her - to see her as they did Greer. She wanted to duplicate how her hometown always saw her - adored. Court was one of those people that Eloise was jealous of. She wished she could have his optimism or fit so nicely within a group. Eloise returned the squeeze before they released her. She wasn't expecting the enthusiasm of her attendance, but she wasn't complaining. "Let's do a shot!" She exclaimed, a wide smile lingering on her lips. Her eyes wandered around the party before she found a couple of them, grabbing them and returning back to Court. "To victory?"

[cassidyamber]

looking at the imitation art and seeing how many versions of characters are depicted in each.

two versions of the same character: damon, eva, toshiko, ulysses, mark, diana, wolfgang, jett, cassidy

one named character, other faceless characters depicted: desmond, ingrid

one named character, other characters implied but not depicted: eloise (she looks like she's being chased by someone or something offscreen)

more than two versions of the same character: wenona, kai, grace, jean

alone(?): cara

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

Diana was loading her plate up as well, planning to take some over to Anya. She gasps when she hears the other. "Chocolate covered strawberries? Oh I love those."

@youllalwaysbemyporcelain (diana holland)

Eloise stood by the buffet table, loading her plate with as many sweet treats as she could manage. "This is easily the best part of the night. Well... the cakes and the art. Ooh, are those chocolate covered strawberries there?"

[godresembled]

@fcrtnite asked ❝ [ MUFFLE ] ❞

he lifts a finger to his lips, tugged into a smirk, at the same moment that he presses his hand over her mouth. the guards won't notice them in this tiny servants' hallway, he knows from experience, it's just a matter of being quiet until they've moved on. it's always more fun to leave the castle with proper sneaking around.

[mastcrmiind]

@bcrncoldx ; hyacinth && eloise

"did you want any sugar in that coffee?" hyacinth questioned the customer standing in front of her "maybe a croissant or a cookie? i can highly recommend the cinnamon rolls."

[lizardrosen]

The Perks of Being a Wallflower Werewolf

an unexpected sequel to this ficlet!

Eloise manages to wait a day and a half before she starts in again. “Oh, but Pen, aren't you just furious all the time? To be treated as something pretty but useless when you know how much more powerful you are than the men who would discard you as soon as they get bored of looking at you?”

It's sweet of her, it really is, to get so indignant on Penelope's behalf, and it's not her fault that she cannot understand. “You forget, I'm not one of the pretty ones, and I never will be. No one but your brothers would willingly choose to dance with me, because I'm not even useless. I am...” She shrugs like it doesn't hurt anymore, which is almost true. “I am nothing.”

It's gratifying how Eloise wails at it. “Penelope Anne Featherington, don't you ever, ever say that about yourself again! *Those* people are nothing, this whole charade of what it takes to be the 'right sort' is nothing, and I may not be able to change my shape but I will tear down anything and everything that's made you think that way, with my bare hands if I have to.”

She ducks her head to hide her pleased smile, knowing that El could tear open the world if she put her mind to it. “You won't, though. The charade you hate so much benefits you as much as it does me, and I've gotten accustomed to the shadows. I know I'm not nothing, but I also know what they see when their eyes bounce over me to the likes of Cressida Cowper. Why should I care what they think of me?”

“Good,” she says fiercely, and her eyes glint in a way Penelope can feel reflected on her own expression. “You come right to me if you ever need reminding!”

“Of course,” she promises with a real grin now, and then she destroys half a lemon tart in one bite.

El smiles back but quickly frowns and drops her hands to fiddle with her skirts, her usual nervous habit when she's thinking hard about how to say something delicately. Penelope glances away to give her time for whatever she's struggling with. Abrupt again, she demands, “Do you – Pen, do you want to be asked to dance? I can assure you it's perfectly awful to be paraded around like a prize sheep, but if that's what you want then that's what you should get.”

“I want... I want to know what it feels like when someone asks because they want to and not out of some twisted obligation. I want to know how it feels to refuse because someone else has already requested that dance – whether that's the truth or not. I need to know what I'm missing before I can decide if it's worth wanting at all.

“Then we shall make it happen by the end of the season,” Eloise decides for both of them. “Before we do, though–” She holds out her hand in petition and invitation. “Please won't you show me your world?”

Penelope smiles with every single one of her teeth.

[savingthrcw]

[FEAR] The sender confides in the receiver that they think they're pregnant because they sat on a toilet seat. -from Eloise to ANTHONY, with love (the equivalent of a toilet seat, though) Miss Conception starters @storyofwhoiam

For a beat, silence stretched between them, heavy with the weight Anthony's burgeoning rage. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening as he struggled to contain the fury that burned within him. Anthony’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding as he fought to keep his composure.

“Eloise,” he said, his voice low and warning. “Explain to me precisely what happened. You must be clear about every detail.” He turned to face her, his gaze intense.

She felt sick. But that, she supposed, was the whole point. "I asked everyone how one comes to be with child, and no would tell me, and now..." In a way, she blamed her entire family for being so unhelpfully mysterious about such matters, which would inevitably lead to a tragedy. "It happened at Daphne and Simon's last party, last month, and now I've been sick two mornings in a row. I had too many lemonades and... needed the pot, and it happened." And she knew from several accounts what morning sickness meant. She didn't like having to discuss her natural needs with her brother, but given the situation what choice did she have? If she was right, it was the end.

[cosmogyrcl]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 : closed

𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 : eloise's home

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : lucien & eloise / @bredanarchy

𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑨𝑹   glow   of   the   tv was   joined   by   the   soft   clicking   of   eloise   scrolling   through   the   movie   options.   this   was   their   thing — every   week,   without   fail.   he’d   never   admit  to anyone  how   much   he   looked   forward   to   it,   how   it   was   truly one of the only   times   of the week  he  could   fully   relax   without   worrying   about   work   or   the   rest   of   his   life.  he   grabbed   the   bowl   of   popcorn,   then   leaned   in   dramatically.   " listen,  lu, you know i love you, but  if   you   pick   another   movie   where   the   girl   falls   in   love   with   her   dentist who's   also   secretly   a   spy,   i’m   going   to   lose   it.   i’m   talking   full-on   dramatic   meltdown — storming out of here,   the   works,   and   i’ll   certainly   be   taking   the   remote, "   he   declared,   raising   his   hand   like   he   was   about   to   make   a   vow, in all seriousness, but tone still light.   " we   are   not   getting   stuck   in  those predictable love   stories   again, " a beat as he sipped his beer through a crazy straw, " unless it's an 80s movie.   i   have   standards, and i know you do too. "

[nightwhispcrs]

closed starter for @bcrncoldx (violet & eloise) / "so where is this flea market?" violet asked as she followed her roommate down the sidewalk, pulling up the sleeves of her shirt and bunching them up at her elbows. the shirt was too big for her, but she wasn't very good at picking out clothing for herself. "are we close?"

[jacqui-velazquez]

The smile on Jacqui's face turned slightly wistful, eyes landing back on the floors as they considered for a moment. "I'm sure that's something she'd appreciate," they mused, looking back towards Eloise with a small smile. "Your close with your parents?" they asked, though they highly doubt that she would be speaking in such a way if she wasn't. It just...certainly seemed like it was out of the norm when it came to people at Ogden. Which was a shame, Jacqui thought - though they also more than empathized. "Well, considering the snow and freezing and....everything, they probably haven't been there for very long if it makes you feel at all better," Jacqui pointed out. They were certainly not a winter person, and they'd certainly continue grousing about it even though it had warmed up.

Eloise wished that her mom was there - to witness the flowers herself. Although she wasn't far from home, Eloise still felt a little homesick. It was always easier there (especially with being adored by the entire town). "It reminds me of my mom," Eloise spoke, a warm smile settle on her lips. "I agree, though. More people should notice. You know that saying how we should 'stop a smell the roses'? I feel like we need to do that more often," Eloise rambled, her eyes returning to the flowers in front of her. "I don't think I've ever noticed these before."

[thefvrious]

@dvstbvnnies continued from x

sydney can’t believe she’s standing here trying on wedding dresses. she feels too young all at once and suddenly wants to rip the damned thing off and run screaming out of the shop. it’s not the one, as pretty as she looks in it, she doesn’t feel that song in her heart, but she’s starting to think she’s never going to, that the reason she keeps coming back to eloise is for something she can’t quite put her finger on and not because she’s desperately trying to be the type of bride that braden deserves. “it’s pretty but it’s not right.” she says, shaking her head, pouting. it’s never going to be right, she feels it in her bones.

looking at the other woman as eloise steps back, sydney pouts in the mirror still, her gaze drifting from the brunette to the image of herself. she looks stunning, but she keeps throwing bombs in her own way. “which one is next?”

[sexybritishllama]

i loathe discord for many reasons but one among them is the fact its impossible to have a conversation on so many servers because of how their channel rules work. if you want to share an image make sure you post it to the #media channel, BUT make sure that doesn't spark a conversation in the same channel! you must move to another channel for that. no #general isnt the right one thats for general chat (whatever that means if not this) have you maybe tried #off-topic or #memes? oh but some other people are talking about something in there already and you would be randomly shoving an unrelated message in between them and make it even harder to track what anyone is talking about or it just gets lost in the flood of messages? wait why aren't you posting at all what do you mean this is too much effort it's just a way to keep things more organised—

[gvldntrbl]

Antonia + Olivier (ft. the Benoit Family) @theartofruling

Location: Benoit Estate in Northland Falls, Christmas

-⚜️-

The loud sounds of laughter and music made Olivier smile to himself. Per tradition, he and Toni were at his family's primary estate in Northland Falls to celebrate the winter holiday. Both of his grandparents was quite smitten with the young witch as she, Toni, tried to teach his grandmere a new dance. Thus the laughter from the pair and his grandpere in amused reaction as he cheered on, a glass of infused alcohol in hand and the nearby fireplace going. "So," Ollie's attention moved to his uncle Beau-Alexander, beside him, as he secured a noticeable, big red bow onto the hybrid's gift to his girlfriend. "You know after this, there's no going back, right?" It was asked with a warm look cast to Ollie. "How is there any going back?" He asked his uncle, brows lowering as his gaze returned to the thankfully silent gift. For now. Ollie wordlessly thanked Damien again, for his help due to casting the charm. Olivier, Beau-Alexander, and the unnamed gift were in one of the numerous bathrooms in the Benoit manor. "We live together. I've added her to my accounts. Hell, she's even been added to access my personal vault at Banque Royale du Northland. There's no going back for me, with her." He clarified. "I told you already, she's it for me." Beau-Alexander was beyond aware of the fact and not so secretly loved it. He supported their relationship. Hell, the vampire loved to remind Ollie of his changed ways whenever possible.

A shuffling noise emitted into the room between the two of them, drawing the older Benoit's attention again. The puppy then barked, the sound blocked by a temporary charm Damien cast, as if to remind the pair of their presence. "C'mon, let's have you finally meet your mom." Ollie murmured fondly, scratching behind the puppy's ears. "Now remember, you've got her scent. You're supposed to go straight to her. No one else, alright?" He instructed the creature as he gathered them in his arms from the bathtub, walking out of the bathroom after his uncle opened the door. Once Olivier reached the living room, glad that both his grandmere and Toni's backs were away from him, and he knelt down and released the puppy. Who sniffled around briefly before catching smell of Toni and made their way over, big red bow bouncing on the back of their neck with each step taken.

"Merry Christmas, Cherie." Ollie greeted with a smile and a bit of nerves in his voice when Toni noticed, fidgeting with one of his rings on his hand.

[caracarnn]

The night bloomed something sweet around them and Rand enjoyed standing here breathing the mingled scents in. He often did this when the parties on the inside became too much. He much preferred time on his own, the quiet, moments where he could retreat into his own head. Of course, this new family was not one that he felt at home with. He would much rather be back with his father - the man who had raised him - but he supposed that all men had to follow their lot in life. Besides here was the only time that he could ever run into her. She was someone who he was intrigued by, enjoyed talking to, and given the buzz around the two of them whenever they were seen about: their families intended to make sure that they became something official. Although Rand was adamant that no one force her into this as she seemed reluctant.

He was watching her now. The night whispering its song down onto her and Rand was eager to go and talk to her. But when they had been talking near the drinks inside she had announced that she needed a turn about outside, that fresh air was something she craved. It had been sometime since then so maybe she wouldn't find him an intruder?

Crossing the lawn through the small throng of people still coming and going Rand stopped a few feet from where she was moving about in the night. "You asked for a turn about the garden." He offered as he made a small gesture back behind him. "Have you had enough time by yourself or should I come back?" - @inabcck