#( threads. ) sienna
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closed starter for @heartintact
Another night of December, another holiday party in a sprawling loft that Wesley couldn't dream of affording any time soon, thrown by one of his co-workers that also happened to be a friend of a friend for Sienna, though that never surprised him. For the way the city could feel so overwhelmingly large, filled to the brim with strangers they might never meet, somehow she always knew the people he didn't expect her to. Maybe she had a better capacity for remembering names and faces. Still, she was his perpetual plus one and (usually) vice versa, the two of them sequestering themselves off to a corner of the house, nestled on a couch. "I'm not saying I don't have faith in you, I'm just saying I didn't think you'd outrun the guy in heels." They were recalling a stupid memory, his hand landing on her thigh as he collapsed into giggles. He was a good level of tipsy, his body feeling warm as he leaned close to his best friend, enjoying the closeness. He turned his head slowly, catching her gaze and once again struggling to keep his laughter at bay until he was breathless and then just staring, noticing the way her eyes seemed to genuinely sparkle.
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closed starter @siennaxcastillo
Nia was walking around the festival, trying hard not to check out Giovanna again when she spotted Sienna through the crowd and made her way over, wine nearly spilling from her plastic cup. She needed this night out desperately. Between Yara's teenage drama and the constant demands at work, just talking to another adult felt like finding water in a desert. The festival hummed with life as vendors shouted their specials and music played from the stage by the fountain. "Sienna, how are you girl? It's been a minute," Nia called out, genuinely happy to see her. "Elisa told me she ran into you a couple weeks back. I feel left out. What have you been up to these days?"
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she could count on both hands , both feet , and beyond the amount of people who told her this job must be so�� easy. who wouldn't want to get paid to do this ? who wouldn't want a life of fucking one beautiful woman after another , having thousands more of them watching , sending constant words of affirmation , validation , attention. at least for her , her muscular form and presentation — the short hair , the decidedly un - feminine clothes — may save her some of the constant harassment that her fellow creators face , but not all of it. one of her anchors had always been sienna , a girl she'd only met last year. they flirt plenty , publicly across social media , as a means to drive engagement. mutual cooperation. hard to say just when it stopped being so performative. long conversations about their place in the industry turned into conversations about their lives , who they were before this , who they wanted to be after it. and then this. at a non - descript place , somewhere they rented specifically to avoid some creep tracking them down , audrey walked out of one of the spare rooms wearing nothing but the veiny length of her strap. had to pause , seeing the girl waiting for her there on the bed , getting everything set up. she'd seen sienna naked hundreds of times , never in person. “ hey , ” she spoke up , voice a bit gravely. “ you know how you want me to start ? ” always led performances when called upon , she was the one who did most of the physical work anyway. but this is business , one they both shared now. she slowly walked over. “ maybe you could suck me off , you know , give me the doe eyes , get everyone . . . ready , before we do anything else. ” looked down , unable to help it , eyebrow raised. “ anyone else ever tell you your ass looks better in person ? how many fucking squats do you do a week ? ” someone to talk , given her muscular frame. // @ovriit
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“ in fairness, jack, if you were dangerous, you wouldn’t say that you were dangerous, would you? " / @sideyard
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( @serpentinheels -- at one of the couple's parties late, at night )
There's a difference in between dangerous, and lethal games. Toying around with the Sinclair family -- his family, if he wants to be precise -- is partially lethal, partially dangerous, though mostly walking on thin ice. Staring at a married woman like she is heaven brought to earth, is lethal. Especially, when her husband is around. Especially, when the woman looks lethal herself. Elias tries to push his thoughts in other directions -- towards the red wine in his glass, which tastes exceptional, or towards the beautiful decorations spread all throughout the home.
When Sienna approaches him, Elias freezes partially. He does not get up from his chair, instead he looks up at her, and analyzes her features. Yeah. Gorgeous. Deadly. "Good Evening.", Elias greets her, "I am yet to see your husband to thank him for his invitation." He had accepted it -- in hopes of finding out more about Lady Whistledown, and had been greeted with... strange sights. "Are you enjoying yourself tonight?"
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continued from here. / @t-errifier.
[ .... ] sienna sighed deeply in relief when art took heed of her sudden warning of the heat. the last thing they needed was for art to grab a hot tray, be startled by the stinging burn, and drop all the freshly baked cookies. doesn't matter now, though, because the cookies were safe and they were cooling and sienna found herself actually kind of excited to decorate them with her new clown friend. friend ... that was something she was still wrapping her head around when it came to art. if only her mother could see her now ...
she turns her attention back to her mixing bowl; the whisk aggressively mixing the batter to ensure all of its contents made a doughy texture. she looks over when art joins her by her side, feeling her body stiffen as she's still finding the capability of trusting him completely. he's done nothing, thus far, to show her differently but her trauma continued to gnaw at her like flies in her ears. she takes a deep breath and exhales softly, looking down into her bowl before sliding it to art and gestured with her hands for him to take charge of the mixing. ❝ you just want to make sure all of it is mixed together ... and then we can use the cookie cutter to make the shapes ❞ she informs him. she takes out the various shapes of the christmas themed cookie cutters she possessed from the kitchen drawer. she lays them out for art to see, ❝ this one is my favorite ❞ she tells him, pointing at the snowflake shape.
#also huge compliments to ur art and ur writing <33#t-errifier#t-errifier: sienna shaw.#⸻ ✧ SIENNA SHAW. / THREADS.#⸻ ✧ SIENNA SHAW. / ENEMIES TO FRIENDS WITH T ERRIFIER.#⸻ ✧ out and about. / queue.
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nixon + sienna @desbvndar @ their house he he
door crashed open , sound echoing throughout the house . turning , nixon locked the door , pulling at it to make sure it was tight . " hello ," he called out , searching for sienna and cosmia . anxiety arising when he didn't hear the pitter patter of little feet dancing around the halls . head swerving , checking the windows to make sure nothing was broken . feet working quickly and eyes even quicker . he turned the corner and saw his two girls sitting in the kitchen . light from the windows illuminating his angels . " you need to answer when i call you , " he chided . " i was worried sick ." glance moved to cosmia , careful about what he said around her . he moved toward her , petting her hair before giving her a kiss on the forehead . " you have to be more careful now . just say hi next time , so i know you're home . "
#nn threads#c: nixon + sienna#nixon + sienna 001#// i hope you like that he called them BOTH his jgfkjgklfgj#// he thinks they're the next target bc he was famous#// so clearly they'd want to go after him fhdsjkg
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@saburaito liked for a starter from sienna shaw !!
halloween used to be a day that sienna enjoyed. she used to celebrate this holiday with joy by spending it with her close friends and helping her little brother pick his costume, being by her mom's side as they passed out candy all night … none of those traditions no longer existed, and it all boiled down to one horrifying reason: that fucking clown. her friends were dead, her mother was dead, and her brother was practically estranged. she didn't blame him, although. she's had so many issues and terrors that have been haunting her ever since the events of that night. she wasn't exactly surprised that he didn't want to spend much time around her anymore. she's just been … lonely.
she wanted to stay in all night; cooped up in her room under some blankets as she watched movies all night and stuffed her face with chocolate. but, she had promised to walk her classmate's dog while they were out of town and that's what she was doing, keeping her promise. no costume for her tonight. she was snuggled up in her hoodie, arms folded over her chest, as she held tightly onto the leash of the little poodle. sienna's eyes couldn't help but dart around, cautious of everyone in costume around her. anyone wearing anything that resembled a clown or a mime caused her limbs to quake with fear. could it be him? or that one? or maybe him?
BOOM !!
she should've been watching where she was walking. she had stumbled right into someone else, causing her to let out a small, frightened gasp and a slight stumble in her footsteps. she cleared her throat, looking up at the other with nervous eyes, ❝ i'm sorry. i was — i wasn't looking where i was going ❞ she apologized, tugging the dog back to her side when it began barking at passersby. ❝ wait, i know you … global history, right? ❞ she pointed out.
#i hope this is okay!! lmk if you need me to change anything!!#saburaito#saburaito: sienna shaw.#❝ 002. sienna shaw. / threads.#❝ 004. sienna shaw. / closed starter.#❝ i'm just trying to move on. ❞ | sienna shaw. / main verse.
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STATUS: closed for @celestialxshores (sienna)
More often than not, Axel quickly bailed after practice sessions with his fellow members of Eclipsed Reverie, disinterested in hanging around unless he truly had to give his opinion on a creative decision. It wasn't like they were friends after all. Today, however, he hung back. The choice was obviously the result of boredom and definitely not because his bandmates were growing on him to the point he actually sort of enjoyed their company. That's what he told himself at least, regardless of whether or not it was true. "So, any word on an upcoming gig or whatever?" He casually asked as he packed up his bass.
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it had been a while since she saw sienna, words only exchanged by letters . memories only taking shape and kept alive by looking at her first attempts of what couldn’t even be considered a dress. as she adjusted the heavy basket, her heart was beating with anticipation, wondering how she’d gift her the basket filled with dresses, carefully stitched with dedication and appreciation for the person, who had somehow saved her, taught her something she could truly be proud of. “ sienna !” she waved, her breath caught in her throat as she finally spotted her. her eyes softened at the sight of her friend, stepping closer to close the distance in an instant. “ have you been well? you somehow got even more beautiful, i hope my gift will do your beauty justice. ”
@sparkledcrowns ( sienna )
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continued from this with @dontstepinmypuddle
One eye rolls open to squint at Sienna. "Darlin', it's...it's so late it's technically early. I'm not even gonna question how you got in,but the least you could do is speak a language I can parse without translating."
She smiled and slid into bed next to him, spooning him. “Means ‘daddy’ in Spanish,” was her whisper before she started nibbling gently on his ear. “Now go back to sleep…” Not that he needed her protection, but she liked holding him.
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closed starter @siennaxcastillo
Pouring the amber liquid into Sienna's glass made her lips quirk up. The booze cost more than most would spend on rent, but after today's job, Imani figured she deserved the splurge. It wasn’t like she couldn’t afford it. Music thumped through the upscale bar while suits and dresses swayed past, oblivious to the fact they were drinking next to someone who'd just completed a hit earlier that afternoon. She slid the glass over, thinking about how surreal it was to go from that level of intensity to this cushy lounge in the span of hours. "Since you're looking way too proper right now, I dare you to go seduce that silver fox by the piano who keeps staring at you." The dare rolled off her tongue before she registered saying it. God, she needed to stop playing matchmaker—it never ended well. Still, watching her friend squirm would make up for having to wear these damn heels. At least the target's blood hadn't splattered on them. Those Louboutins were her favorites.
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continued from here, @alllnights
seeing her again makes a familiar heartache return, but her courage to close the door and leave this behind for good comes and goes. “what is there left to talk about?” she has missed sienna too, but sometimes missing someone doesn’t mean you should go back to them. “i thought we’d already said everything that needed to be said.”
#( they're great! thanks for the replies )#ariel — threads.#ariel ft. sienna.#ariel ft. sienna — thread i.
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" what you’ve just witnessed is a piece of fiction. the reality, i’m sorry to say, is much harsher. far more brutal. " / @cotiere
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Location: Ormond's Grocery Status: Open Starter ( @hidehillstart )
Sienna usually preferred an early morning shopping trip, but she'd pulled doubles at The Pet Doctor the past two days. So here she was at 6pm, still in her navy scrubs, a grocery basket hooked around her elbow as she meandered through the store. She'd been so busy between work, and going through her grandfather's affairs, she hadn't realized how empty the pantry and fridge had gotten. A box of cinnamon toast crunch, a box of spaghetti and a jar of pasta, some microwave meals, she was going for quick and easy. But the produce section caught her eye. The strawberries were the largest and most delightful shade of red, and the grapes...not a bad looking one in the bunch. She added both to her grocery basket, which was now getting heavier than she intended, and whirled around with the intention of making a beeline for the register before she added more weight to her basket.
"Oh!" She collided with another body, in such shock she couldn't tell whether her purchases hit the floor or theirs. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...I wasn't paying attention..."
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Waylon rushes to find Sienna as quickly as he can. He makes it to her place and practically bursts through the door. Please, god, let her be okay. "Sienna? Sienna!"
- ( @storystartsanew )
She sniffles, tears filling her eyes when she hears him come in and curling up tighter. What if it wasn't him again? What if it was the mean one, the one who'd tried to hurt her, who--
"Silenzio, Bruno," she hisses fiercely to herself, slowly crawling out of her hiding place to peek, looking around anxiously.
#all my underdogs || sienna#&waylon.#thread: not again#askstorykidshqapocalypse#event: apocalypse#askstorykidshqevent
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