#HER NAME IS BLANCHE DEVEREAUX

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Hi, lovely! 💕 I’d like to request a drabble featuring Magnus. Perhaps a smutty one? I’ll leave all the details up to you.

(You cannot convince me that boy isn’t a freak! He’s likely got some tricks that would make even Blanche Devereaux herself blush.)

Hello my love! Thank you for being a friend!

By sheer luck I did a raunchy as fuck Magnus fic not too long ago based on a brilliant prompt from @muddyorbs.

Her request was to put Magnus and OFC on a mission together and he finds a little vibe in her suitcase and things get spicy. It's a very hostile fucky situation and I imagine our girl as a Lisbeth Salander type because my queer little heart is in love with her too. Anyway, I hope this pleases your inner Blanche as you reach for the cheesecake.

Much love, '

Peb

Magnus Martinsson fanfic, Magnus Martinsson x OFC, smut!, one shot, enemies to lovers (well...fuckers?), hostile but very consensual fucking, Minors DNI

Word count: about 3000 (sorry...bit of a honker. Worth it. I promise).

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Bullets

Mara rolled her black-lined eyes when the call from Wallander came in. “Mara, are you still freelancing? We really need a tech wizard on this one.”

“Cute euphemism, Kurt...points for flattery. You need a hacker who will do the dirty work so your little lapdog techie can keep his hands clean while micromanaging me.”

Wallander sighed, and quipped sarcastically, “Why, yes, Mara, I'm doing very well, thanks. How are you today? Still your charming self, I see. By the way, you're on speaker. ” He looked across the conference table to where Martinsson (said lapdog techie) was glaring at his superior for putting him in this situation yet again.

Mara's eyes scanned around her tiny apartment full of computer equipment and old band tee shirts piled in an ever-increasing mound of black cotton. In her own mind, she'd named it Mount Doom. “Oh you know, Kurt, living that rich girl high life,” she replied in a prickly tone, toking on the remains of a joint from the night before. “And whose fault is it that I'm on speaker, hm? Really. You should know better by now.” She blew smoke out in a resigned exhale, “Alright Wallander, tell that minion of yours I'm in. I'm sure he'll be delighted.”

Kurt raised his voice. “His name is Magnus, or Detective Martinsson and I'd appreciate it if you stop calling him 'lapdog' or 'minion' especially to his face as you seem rather fond of doing...”

“Alright Kurt, see you tomorrow,” she said interrupting his lecture to end the conversation.

“Charming,” Magnus groaned.

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“The same room?” Mara said, with an air of annoyance, hauling her bags up the hill to the rundown Motorlodge.

Martinsson sighed and said with an edge of frustration, “Yes Mara, the same room. We can't work together from different rooms.”

“Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot, minion! I know that, but I thought that at least when we're taking shifts we'd have our own space to rest. It could be days! It would have been nice if the police department had sprung at least for adjoining rooms. I'd even tolerate sharing a bathroom with you if...”

Magnus stopped in his tracks, putting a hand up so she nearly stumbled directly into him. “Can you please, please not do this? I'm just here to do my job, just like you are. Can we try not to be at each other's throats?” As he said it she couldn't help looking at his throat, that pretty pale neck and sharp jawline she'd love to suck on and bite and make him moan while...

“Mara!” he barked, snapping her out of her lurid daydream.

“Okay...fucking hell. Okay,” she said, shouldering past him to enter the little 70's time capsule of a room. He fortified himself with a deep breath, stepping into her wake.

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“Well,” she said, between sips from the paper cup, “At least the Bates Motel has a pretty decent coffee machine.”

They both laughed and smiled to each other, faces bathed in the blue glow of computer screens; a rare truce. They had set up efficiently, both very good at their jobs and surprisingly good at working together despite the personality clashes.

“See?”

“See what?” Mara asked, sitting forward to scan the screen.

Magnus put a finger on her chin to turn her face towards him instead. “See how nice it can be when we actually just have a pleasant cup of coffee together and work?”, he elaborated. It was adorable, she had to admit...those big innocent blue eyes and golden curls making him look like a particularly naive, hopeful and, possibly stupid, angel. But from his work and credentials, she knew he was far from idiotic; just sweet, gullible, optimistic. And as he was staring at her with that sweet dumb incredibly handsome face, it just made her inexplicably angry, like his kindness was some kind of trick.

She shrugged, and took a sip to avoid looking at him, then stated, “Their hard drives will take hours to clone. It's a waiting game for now.” She yawned and cracked her knuckles, stretching up from the uncomfortable chair to flop onto the tacky paisley comforter. A sliver of orange glow from the setting sun slid between the heavy curtains, illuminating her body, and Magnus couldn't help but notice that like that, in this wash of golden hour light, she really was very pretty. Yet, for some inexplicable reason Mara seemed almost determined not to be, with her prickly personality and tent-like clothes hiding her rather nice curves. What a shame he thought.

Magnus took the opportunity to move too, rising to his feet and stretching his long arms over his head. Mara peeked at him with one surreptitiously open eye to drink in the sharp dips and muscle of his lower belly and hips as his shirt raised, ever so slightly, to show skin. Why does he have to have the body of a fucking Greek god? Jesus Christ. Eyes wondering south, hoping to catch a glimpse of the rather generous outline in his pants, she saw where his service revolver was strapped to him in a shocking interruption of black metal and leather. It didn't suit such a soft, posh, pretty boy to be toting around a gun like some cowboy. Having come from a wealthy suburb, Martinsson could never understand the grip of fear firearms held on poor neighborhoods like hers. She didn't like guns, and she didn't like the criminals or the cops who didn't seem to mind using them liberally in her childhood neighborhood while everyone else was caught in the crossfire.

“Do you have to wear that thing?” Mara asked, gesturing to the holster. “It's only me. I'm like a foot shorter than you and you could probably kill me with your bare hands if you wanted. Are there bullets in it now?”

Magnus turned to her, eyes soft and considerate. “Well, yes. It's part of the job. We have to wear them at all times on the clock and they have to be loaded. And it's not you I'm afraid of, Mara,” he said, sitting beside her on the bed, looking at his hands. “It's you I need to be ready to protect if things go south.”

Mara turned to perch on her elbow and look up at him, genuinely swooning for a second before she recovered hastily, coating it with sarcasm. “Awww...my hero. This is why they call you The Prince Charming of Ystad? And I know damn well you're afraid of me.”

“Not afraid...annoyed. Are you allergic to having a single genuine moment of humanity between us? What have I ever done to you?” he huffed sounding wounded, and standing up again to pace.

She groaned, standing up to face him, admitting to herself that she had been especially hard on him, and she couldn't even be entirely sure why (or at least, she wouldn't admit why, not even to herself). “Look, Magnus, I'm sorry, really.”

“Really?” he said cautiously, distrustful and surprised.

“Yeah..yeah, really. I've been such a bitch to you.”

As Magnus spotted the unprecedented chink in her armor, it set off the explosion of a tirade. It finally released itself from his mouth after brewing for months and he was powerless to stop it. “Listen. I don't know why you're like this, Mara, really I don't. I haven't done a bloody thing to deserve this, neither has Kurt.”

Mara felt a little fizzle of fear at the mounting growl in his voice, and she felt a little ashamed, but also aroused. It was deeply confusing.

“I wasn't socialized enough as a puppy. Why the fuck do you think, pretty boy? You're cops. I don't like cops. I don't like what you stand for...your mindless conformity...”

Magnus' voice rose, “Did it occur to you that some of them, Kurt and I for example, chose this life to protect people? Because we care about people, even people like you who hate us. And I'm not saying you don't have a good reason to hate the police, but you don't have to hate us. We're on your bloody side. And...and you think you're so clever and rebellious with your bitch act and your black hair dye....and and...your edgy jewelry,” he continued, reaching down to her open bag where there was an unusual silver necklace, with a heavy bullet for a pendant. He lifted it saying, “Oh so you don't like guns and bullets, but you'll wear them to look oh so cool and fashionable? What a fucking hypocrite...”

Mara was thunderstruck (and frankly excited) by his anger but the end of his little speech made her want to laugh hysterically. He had no idea that what he was holding was a state-of-the-art vibrator, beautifully designed to multitask as a piece of jewelry styled after an actual bullet. She thwarted her chuckle to say simply, “Please put that back. It was expensive.”

Magnus blinked in confusion, as if slapped by her unexpected response. As he moved to put it back, one of his long fingers fumbled around it, accidentally pressing a hidden button. As he dropped it back on top of her bag of toiletries, it began to buzz. The detective narrowed his eyes, mouth agape as the gears turned in his lovely head. “Is...is your necklace...vibrating. Holy shit...is that a...”. His broad Cheshire cat smile unfurled across his face, as he began to chuckled in long breathy laughs.

Now it was her turn to be angry...not to mention mortified. She darted her hand out to switch it off, crossed her arms, and stormed to the other side of the room. “Oh this is rich,” he purred out in his deep delicious voice. “Why did you bring that? And when on earth did you expect to have the time and privacy to use it?”

She yelled, “That's none of your business! And I thought we'd have separate rooms.”

He moved closer, now standing directly in front of her. She felt that looking into his bright eyes might sear her like a laser, so she settled for looking forward at his chest. Then his long soft fingers, tucked themselves under her chin, raising her eyes to his, as he asked in a deep intimidating voice, “Mara, why did you really bring that with you?”

Fuck. She could see why he was so good at interrogations. This is the kind of man it was no use lying to. She sputtered, “Be...because I know it might be a few days and...”

“And?” he prompted, taking a step closer.

She fumbled nervously, “And...and...because I knew I'd be trapped with you strutting around with your perfect fucking body and your pretty fucking face and your sweet fucking disposition, and I'd have to take care of myself if I wanted to think straight...okay?”

His smile dropped even as the heat of excitement coursed through his body. Magnus could see she was flustered, defenses down, nearly to the point of tears. Finally it occurred to him; so this is why she was so mean, so prickly and defensive towards him... because she liked him so much. She was harboring a hopeless school girl crush and assumed all of his kindness towards her...his goodness...was some kind of joke to mock her. She ignored the reality that he paid attention to her because he liked her too. She excited and intrigued him, but that all turned to bitter frustration that she would never let him near her. He just kept encountering all that barbed wire around her and finally quit trying to breach it...until now.

“Mara,” he said her name reverently like a prayer, in a low gentle whisper, full of empathy and kindness. He moved his hand from where it still was propped under her chin, to cradle her face. Neither of them could say who moved first as they crashed together, but before they knew it they were latched onto each other's hot mouths, kissing, licking, biting, barely able to breathe and neither of them minded.

He moved to her neck, sucking it hungrily then growled into her ear, “You think that little gadget could hold a fucking candle to me?”. She moaned in response, sliding her shaking fingers to begin unbuttoning his shirt while he worked at his pants and his holster. He was peeled out in moments, looking absolutely mouthwatering in nothing but his underwear. Mara tore her shirt and bra off over her head, then pressed the swell of her breasts against his firm torso, while her lips rejoined his. Her leg swung around his waist as she licked up his throat, bit his earlobe playfully and said, “Pull my hair. Call me a bitch again...”

He was panting as he said, “I...didn't call you a bitch...I said it was a 'bitch act'...”.

She gathered his curls between her fingers and tugged while she bit at his lovely throat, drawing a nearly-pornographic moan from the young cop. “I said, call me a bitch, you pedant.”

It was adorable, how he struggled to get the word out. He was the type of well-bred man who had trouble calling a woman anything other than “Miss”, which made it even hotter when his eyes darkened and his mouth twisted as he growled out, “You delicious bitch” and wrapped his big hand around her ponytail, yanking sharply. She was grinding against he thick erection, teasing him, desperate for him, until he stopped her with a bruising grip on her hips and met her eyes. “You called me a lapdog, huh? Well, there's only one lap I'm interested in being in,” he said in a velvety purr as he tugged her pants and panties off of her, pushing her onto the bed completely naked, as he snaked between her legs, biting and sucking ravenously at the soft flesh of her inner thighs, breath ghosting against her soaked pussy. She wove her fingers into his hair with surprising gentleness as she sighed and writhed while he kissed his way up.

When he licked the first firm line up her slit she arched her back and gasped out, “Holy fuck,” while he chuckled against her skin and she could feel his smile.

“Mmmm...you're even more delicious than I imagined,” he confessed, and the idea of him jacking off, thinking about this only aroused her more.

He began to suck delicately on her clit and swirl his tongue, bringing her close to the brink in mere moments. She lifted his head gently and said, “Wait...wait.”

His big, bright eyes met hers, solicitous and concerned as he panted out, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah...yeah amazing,” she said, smiling, “I just want to come on your cock. I want to feel you inside.”

“Oh darling...” he purred as he crawled farther up the bed to kiss her, sharing her own taste with her. He stood up for a moment to slide his boxers off, revealing his cock (which was just as gorgeous as the rest of him), stroking it lightly in one big hand. “Jesus Christ,” she gasped when she saw it, big and flushed with a tantalizing drip of precum. She crawled over to him and taking it into her mouth hastily, dying to savor it. He groaned in ecstatic surprise at the feeling of her hot mouth around him, her clever tongue caressing the hard length. He combed his hand through her hair, chuckling softly, teasing, “eager, are we darling?”

“Shut up and fuck me you cocky little shit,” she barked out playfully, making them both smile. “Prove to me that that little trinket will never satisfy me again, detective.”

He pinned her on her back, caging her between his strong arms, “Cocky, yes....little...well, my dear, I think we both know that's just a bit inaccurate.” His tone changed as he settled between her legs, and his hand stroked her cheek gently. He asked, “You're okay? This is okay?”

“Yes...please...just go in slowly?”

He nodded.

Magnus eased in gently, as they both gasped at the decadent feeling of his cock inside her slick, warm walls, adjusting to each other. “Mmmm. God...yes,” she purred, stroking his sharp cheekbone with her soft little hand. Meeting his eyes she said, “Magnus?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Now, please, fuck me like a whore.”

It rough and relentless as Magnus drove into her again and again while her legs clamped tight around him, calves bouncing on the muscular curve of his ass as he moved. The wave of both of their orgasms crashed quickly and simultaneously as they rode it out, making a mess of the old duvet, and collapsing naked against each other, spent and smiling. Mara massaged Mangus' head as he rested it against her breasts. He trailed little pecks along the soft skin, sighing contentedly. She peeked over his lovely golden fleece to see where the blue-glowing monitors were still reporting their downloads in progress with lots of time to go. Idly she said, “Looks like this is going to take longer than we thought.”

“Oh no, whatever shall we do in the meantime,” Magnus chimed in from where he had begun lapping his tongue over her tits, as they both laughed in an all encompassing high of relief.

@smolvenger @goblingirlsarah I can't think who else might like this one, but feel free to share!

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

Steve Harrington's babies from favorite to least favorite in no particular order because he loves all his kids equally

based on this

(image limit is a bitch so pics of the bonsai trees will be in the reblog </3)

1. Non-Concussed Steve (Petunia)

(it was a present after all it is only polite to get misty-eyed every time he looks at her)

2. Rose Nylund (apple tree Bonsai)

(what can he say, it was love at first sight)

3. Dorothy Zbornak (Scarlet Begonia Bonsai)

(tiny tree AND pretty flowers?! Do you even need to ask at this point)

4. Blanche Devereaux (azalea bonsai)

(Don't tell Blanche but he just finds Dorothy's colors a bit prettier)

5. Sophia Petrillo (juniper bonsai)

(he loves the way the trunk twists and turns)

6. The Golden Girl (maple tree bonsai)

(Her full name is actually the golden girls intro song but when other people are around he only calls her gold)

7. Tall Lucas (Dracaena Fragrans)

(the one that opened his eyes to the possibility of trees in small)

8. Mike Junior (Swiss Cheese Plant)

(it was his first adopted plant it has a special place in his heart)

9. Eddie Blink Blink Asshole (Gerbera Daisy)

(He just finds the flower pretty okay?! Everyone else only knows this beauty as Eddie only, and Steve is taking the full name to his grave)

10. Supergirl (String of Pearls)

(Admittedly he always puts this one a bit further up because he feels bad that he only associated it with El because of her nosebleeds. And Supergirl is also super good at hanging.)

11. Red Cactusfield (Cactus)

(She would be higher if she didn't keep pricking his finger like a fucking asshole. She also falls a bit into the background because she isn't as needy as some others) (he is talking about the bonsais)

12. Will The Strong (arundinaria appalachiana)

(the shame he feels every time he looks at the plant he got because he thought it looked "exotic" only to find out that it is native will never completely leave him)

13. Henderson Hard-Head (Succulent)

(his foot is still sore from when this fucker fell on it)

[forevermore-quoth-the-kitten]

I've seen many a text video for Obey Me and the usernames on them, so I thought I'd share what I'd call them if we had a chat/they were in my contacts and I made their names. And just cause, I'm also adding their ring tones and, cause my phone can do this, their text notification sound. (Feel free to repost with your own, I'm curious).

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Lucifer: Dia's Bitch

Ringtone - Talk Dirty

Text Notif - "no. No. Permission denied. That's an off topic question. Next. You have been stopped." Vine

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Mammon: Tsundere Sugar Baby

Ringtone - Rich Girl

Text Notif - "AAALLVVIINNNN!!" (literally just one of the clips of Dave yelling at a chipmunk who can sing)

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Levi: My Weeb Bitch

Ringtone - Video Game Lover

Text Notif - "I have the power of God and anime on my side! Aahhhhhhh!!!"

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Satan: Angry Cat Lady

Ringtone - DADDY (PSY)

Text Notif - "What do you have" "a knife!" "No!"

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Asmo: Blanche Devereaux

Ringtone - Fergilicious

Text Notif - Sausage Song Vine

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Beel: The Goodest Beel

Ringtone - Bon Appétit

Text Notif - “i don’t have enough money for chicken nuggets” vine

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Belphie: Yandere Snugglebug

Ringtone - Lights Down Low

Text Notif - “you see this bed? its soft. its com-for-tab-le. imma ‘bout to lay down and stay down.”

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Diavolo: Prince Sugar Daddy

Ringtone - If You Call Me Daddy song

Text Notif - Lele Pons 'it doesn't work for everyone' vine.

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Barbatos: Alfred Pennyworth

Ringtone - Kiss From A Rose (actually about a girl losing her virginity)

Text Notif - “workin my life away. wish i could just stop and go on a cruise.”

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Simeon: Shoulders Really Are Distracting

Ringtone - Hallelujah (lol, poor Simeon. That one ain't innocent either)

Text Notif - *Rudolph the red nosed reindeer playing* "watch out! *car slams* Jesus christ, gage!" "What your language." "Jesus?"

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Luke: MY SON!!

Ringtone - Baby Mine (Dumbo original cartoon)

Text Notif - "i want to see my little boy~” vine

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Solomon: The Main Bitch

Ringtone - Best Friend

Text Notif - "if he can't treat you right by now, you're gone!" "I'm gone!" "NOW GO CHOP HIS DICK OFF!!"

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—  🎬  just  announced,  CASSANDRA " CASSIE " OLIVER is  casted  as  sharpay evans  in  upcoming  high school musical   reboot.  the  twenty two  year  old  is  trending  as  people  are  debating  if  the  plumping lip gloss, eye contact across a crowded room, long bubble baths after work, pink leather, chanel eau tendre perfume sprayed at the nape of her neck  that  they  are  known  for  is  enough  to  make  them  as  good  as  original.  a  quick  google  search  shows  that  their  fans  call  them  enchanting,  but  internet  trolls  think  they’re  more  manipulative.  i  guess  their  newest  interview  for  variety  where  they  talk  about  how she loves her Disney background will  let  people  to  know  them  better. 

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full name : cassandra elsabeth oliver nicknames : cassie, cass birthdate / zodiac / pronouns : september 21th / libra / cis woman / she/her sexual orientation : heterosexual occupation :  actress vc claims : ashley olsen , hilary duff faceclaim: madelyn cline muse inspo :  serena van der woodsen ( gossip girl ) , caroline forbes ( the vampire diaries ) , shelly johnson ( twin peaks ) , buffy summers ( buffy the vampire slayer ) , allison hamilton ( the notebook ) , hanna marin ( pretty little liars ) , blanche devereaux ( the golden girls ) , phoebe halliwell ( charmed )

[gldenhrs]

 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐀  “ 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄  “  𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈   .

36 .  ex supermodel / socialite / philamprothist .  she / her .  

full name:   carla sofia rossi . nicknames:  everyone calls her cookie(: birthdate / zodiac sign :   september 1st  (  libra  ) sexual orientation: bisexual place of birth:  milan , italy .   nationality:  she’s got dual , aka italian  &  american  . pets :  four year old chihuahua named bar languages spoken:  italian , english , conversational french residences:  milan , italy  ( main residence )  ,  monte carlo , monaco  (  second main residence  )  ,  nice , france   ( vacation home  ) ,  manhattan , new york city ( penthouse ) + traits :  charming , outgoing , demanding , manicured ,  extravagant ,  extrovert ,  vibrant  &   passionate . - traits:   loud ,  privileged , selfish , narcissistic ,  judgemental , picky , impatient    &  dramatic . muse inspo :   birdie jay  ( glass onion ) ,  sharpay evans ( high school musical ) ,  blanche devereaux ( the golden girls ) , marie antoinette  ( marie antoinette  ) , gabrielle solis ( desperate housewives ) , wanda gershwitz ( a fish called wanda  ) , frances stevens ( to catch a thief ) , scarlett o’hara ( gone with the wind  ) , stassi schroder ( vanderpump rules )

occupation:   ex supermodel / socialite / philamprothist career claim: cindy crawford modeling headlines:   magazine covers  ( numerous throughout the years including vogue , vanity fair , marie claire , allure ....  ) ,  playboy  ( numerous covers throughout the years  ) ,  revlon  (  spokesmodel  ) ,  runways  (  world’s top fashion labels throughout the years including chanel , valentino ,  dior ...  ) ,  music videos  ( numerous the years  ) ,  vogue  ( numerous covers throughout the years  ) ,  .... philanthropy:  1million to lousiana flood victims ,  2million to cancer research , 3million to world health organizations  &  feeding africa , ....

.*   ◞  ╰   quick history   .

born and raised in a middle class / almost lower class family in italy alongside her older sister sienna (  the bishop’s late mother who sadly passed away ) .

ever since she was little , she knew she wanted to be rich no matter the cost ,  &  thankfully due to her insanely good looks , it wasn’t hard for both her or her sister to involve themselves in modeling . school ?  got barely any reaction which explained why she dropped out of high school to pursue modeling as a full time job .  

her big break came when she was chosen as the cover model for the august 2001 issue of vogue , the leading fashion magazine , whose decision not to airbrush out the beauty mark above her upper lip —which many industry professionals deemed a flaw — set a new industry standard  &  ensured her eventual trademark .

when gianni versace ,  hired her alongside other fashion models to simultaneously walk the runway to the video at his couture show (  2004 )  , the monumental event is believed by many industry professionals to have marked the official debut of the term  “supermodel” — a top fashion model who appears simultaneously on the covers of the world’s leading fashion magazines and is globally recognized by first name only , marking cookie as a household name(:

the retired in 2019 , after marrying a rich businessman  &  became a full time socialite / trophy wife .

.*   ◞  ╰   personality  &  dating life  .

cooke’s a scandalous , highly promiscuous , sexually-liberated ,  overly confident woman who hunts down men of interest ...   in striving hopes to search for her next true love kewdnfjenrjdgv .  

her go-to color palette for her fashionable sense of style and attire is   RED  - a lot of red , which speaks volumes hehehe .

she oozes confidence on a daily basis  ( famous line includes :  “ isn’t it amazing how i can feel so bad yet look so good . “  )

she’s also blatantly flirtatious with almost everyone she comes into contact with  &  is very straightforward about what she wants  ( famous line includes : “  i’m cookie ,  and i know it’s not pertinent at the moment , but i’m double jointed , “  )

knows the value of a good orgasm (  famous line includes :  “  stop faking orgasm , ladies !! “ )

she’s also unashamed of her robust sex life  &  realizes her sex drive is high — and doesn't apologize for it   ( famous line includes : “  i take very good care of myself .  i treat my body like a temple ,  “  )

gives the best advice , especially to her niece alana (  famous lines include : “  better late than pregnant “  &  “ when i say jump you say on who “ )

she’s overall very unashamed of talking about her experiences (  famous line include :  “ like i’m the only person who mixed a margarita in a sailor’s mouth “  )  

comebacks ?  oh , yeah , she’s got them down too  ( famous lines include : “  eat dirt and die , trash “  &  “  quiet , you trash  “  ) 

now onto the juciest story of them all .... cookie’s been married 4 TIMES  , yes u heard that correctly  &  is currently engaged w a husband num. 5 lmaooo .  

her first husband , is the one she loved the most  &  probably still does *cue sad violin*  tbh he was the love of her life , but she left him to pursue her modeling career  &  become more rich .... so .  (  this is gonna be a wc so !! (:  )

her second husband was george clooney , a much older gentleman but he gave her enough connections in the industry for her to THRIVE so in the end she used him p good , never actually loved him but he was good in bed so she was satisfied .  

her third husband is missing  &  presumed dead for 5 and a half years now lmaooo . there’s conspiracy theories going around that she killed him for the money considering he was a rich business man in nyc who’s whole inheritance went solely to cookie  &  not his four kids from first marriage skdnjdn .  

and her last husband , god bless his wonderful soul , was howard james II  ,  an american billionaire businessman  &  government official who sadly passed away just two months into their marriage , at the age of 90 .

now she’s engaged again , to an american actor  ( another wc !!  )  who she does kinda like / love tbh she’s trying to make it work bc she’s lonely but u know cookie , it probably won’t last lmao .

overall , her number one worst fear is dying alone  &  being alone , which explains why she was married so much  &  all her countless affairs throughout her life .

also  A NOTE TO REMEMBER  ,  she’s currently living rent free w elijah  &  alana bishop in their fam mansion ,  she basically showed up unannounced one day  (  elijah is so annoyed w her presence but the kids love her so he cannot do shit lmao )  &  alana’s over the moon to have her fabulous aunt in town .  cookie will do  ANYTHING  for her niece  &  nephew , she loves em like they’re her own (:

*   ◞  ╰   connections  .

best friend , she needs  A BESTIE  pls n thank u .  someone fabulous she can roam the city with and make all them young boys her toys lmaooo

models she used to work with , maybe one of them is her protege now god help us all .

frenemies , close friends , friends from europe / nyc , party friends , hookups , fwbs , her young boys that she uses for sexy time only ( think mrs. robinson lmao ) ,  exes she hurt , etc ....  

[missmeasured]

Stitch Witch Part 2

Notes:

While writing this I realized I have an odd head cannon about Madam Malkin. I know she is meant to be British but in my head she is French Blanche Devereaux and she is lovable and so very slutty and men just come from all over to fawn and hope to be chosen. I adore her. That's my headcanon of her. Also I named her Marie.

Warning this is fic becomes NSFW in part 3.

Snape/ Female OC (Anna)

Terminology: Nap= fibres on velvet that stand up making it plush, Welt = the little rectangular pocket on a waistcoat or suit

Part One Here

When we got an order for more linen shirts and trousers two days later I was a little surprised. He also wanted a new waistcoat for a formal event. The note said I was to choose fabrics. Did this mean he hadn’t found the note? Or he had? 

I made the shirts and trousers from the patterns I had taken from his clothes last week. The waistcoat I thought about overnight. It’s not often a customer had no interest in coming in to choose fabric for themselves. 

After a lot of deliberation I chose a black velvet that was a smokey silver where the light bounced off the nap. I threaded several needles with a dark green thread mixed with a thin silver filament and charmed them to work a mirrored embroidery pattern down the centre fronts, swirling little vines that curled out around where the buttons and buttonholes would be.

I picked buttons perhaps a little bit of a brighter silver than he would have chosen himself, to tone them down I rubbed them in black, wiping off the extra so that the darkness hugged the small silver filigree details that encircled each.

I dreaded the day he came to pick them up. I was in the workroom when I saw him approaching in the street. I threw myself back  into the insipid pink skirt suit I was building for our least favourite customer. I was cutting off the welt pocket I had just applied that was off of matching by a single fibre. She would notice, and she was a massive, albeit small in stature, bitch.

I thought if I just looked busy enough Madam would fit him. No such luck. I should have known. Leland Noseworthy was in. There was no one my boss would rather flirt with than that foolish boy, with muscles too big for his jacket and too many galleons to spend on cravats.

She did show the Potions Master to the fitting room before she came to interrupt me. I pretended I wasn’t listening to the entire conversation up to this point. When I entered the room he was already in his new waistcoat. We made eye contact in the mirror.

I came to stand beside him on the pedestal and looked at his reflection.

“What do you think?” He asked.

“I think you look very handsome. The more important question is, what do you think? Makes one nervous building something with no input from the customer.”

“That’s what makes you nervous?” He raised an eyebrow at me in the mirror. This flusters me so I press on.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

“I’m not sure…” he says, my heart is crumbling. 

“Is there something specific? The fabric? The buttons? Is the embroidery too much?” It all whooshes out of me in a breath, too fast.

“It’s lacking something.” He is looking at me in the mirror, not the waistcoat. My eyes struggle to maintain eye contact. They fly over the garment looking for the fatal flaw.

“Lacking? You are normally so restrained in your clothing I did not dare go any more elaborate in cut or decoration.” I explain my design choices.

“Nothing in the pockets.” he smirks. The horror roots me to the spot I feel like my blood leaves my body through the floor and now I’m some kind of bloodless tree, roots reaching for my will to live. 

“Oh. That. I’m sorry about that. It was unprofessional and silly. If you want I can get Marie to finish this fitting.” I stammer, trying to make my feet move to the door but I’m caught by his eyes in the mirror. I’m standing so very close to him but look at him at several feet’s remove because of the distance to the mirror and back to our eyes. If he turned around there would be only inches and I feel his eyes would sear me in flame.

“Why on earth would I want Marie to come and deprive you of undoing my buttons?”

“I-” I am ice cold and flame hot. I am boiling with lust and simmering with terror. Did he mean it? I push my glasses up, using the excuse to momentarily cover my mouth. I feel my shakey breath bounce off my fingers. Eons pass in seconds, time is standing still, I can’t find the place I want my eyes to stick. 

“I’m waiting, my tempestuous little tailor.” He whispers.

Did he just say…. my….? it was a very small word inside a small sentence and it made my blood rush back into my body and into several places inconvenient for work. The only way out is through. I can’t run away now that my note has given me this unique opportunity. I walked around in front of him and pop open the first of the silver buttons. I glance up to make eye contact. He is hard to read. 

I put the backs of my right forefingers inside the waistcoat, feeling his body heat through the linen shirt as I work each button through the holes slowly. This vest has only five. Far less than the cassock. I know for certain there are four more jet black little buttons I have sewn into the fly of these trousers, but I do not presume that those buttons are for me to open. 

I open the last one and smile up at him. This was a little treat. I was about to say so when Marie knocked on the door and opened it.

To cover the reason I was standing so close I got even closer, sliding my hand inside the waistcoat, around his torso and pretended I had needed to smooth his shirt down around his back collar. I steadied myself by placing my other hand on his left shoulder and with my arm around him I was very close to him.

This is nothing out of the ordinary. I wrap my arms around customers and smooth my palms over their bodies everyday and feel absolutely nothing.This man feels different. As I am stretching trying to reach my short arm to fix the fake problem, I’m very aware of how my breasts touch his chest while I do this, straining against him just to reach the area from in front of him.

“That’s better.” I say, sliding my palm down his back and tucking more linen into the top of his trousers. I pull on the waistcoat collar pretending to even it out and then I re-button it hastily. She has joined us to look in the mirror. I back away to clear the view. 

“This suits you, Severus. She has a good eye, non?” The French lady asks him. 

“Exquisite.” He nods. 

“You ordered a great number of basics so I presume we won’t see you again for quite some time?” She ribbed him. 

“I can think of nothing else I need to purchase.” He intoned, did he just glance at me again?

“Come see me at the register and I will get you sorted out. When you are ready.” She smiles and heads out to the front. She leaves the door open because I’m supposed to follow, give him time to put his clothes back on. Instead we are just kind of staring at each other for two long seconds and I leave before I can make more of a fool of myself.

At the front her flirting partner is back asking for advice on which cravat waistcoat combination she recommends. I sweep the floor of the shop muggle style to hide my gratuitous eye rolling. Just as Severus makes his appearance they seem to finally settle the matter, Marie is going to apparate home with him to “help choose”. 

I’m supposed to lock up and I’m standing there with a broom in my hand and I know he’s right behind me. Fuck. I think as they pop and disappear.

I charm the broom to keep going and move over the till. That heavy silence between us is back again. I break it to say his total which he pays. It’s his lingering that I do not expect. 

“I’m curious.” He began. "Who gets to open those buttons?” He pointed at my blouse. “And does one need a note of permission slipped to them first?”

Oh Merlin. What have I done? What have I begun? I take up the quill we keep on the counter and an empty price tag. 

“I would like very much to take turns opening each other’s buttons.” I scrawled. I slid it across the counter.

He takes the card from me and reads it, smirks, pockets it and says “I suppose you had better lock up then.”

[of-beasts-and-blood]

Character Intro

🖌 Basics: Name: Devereaux Sauvage Junior Pronunciation: Dev-er-oh Sew-vahge  Meaning: Devereaux ~ "bank of the river" Sauvage ~ “untamed” Junior ~ "the younger one" Birthday: September 25th, 1959 (Libra) Age: 23 Gender: Demiboy Pronouns: he/him (and they/them) Sexuality: Demisexual Siblings: Two older sisters, Marie-Joëlle and Blanche Mathilde Mother: Rosemonde Sauvage Father: Devereaux Sauvage Senior Other Family: N/A Languages: French, English, Latin Current Residence: Aix-en-Provence, France  Hometown: Aix-en-Provence, France

🖌

🖌 Wizard Fun: School: Beauxbatons House: Papillonlisse  Year of Graduation: 1977 Occupation: Junior Spellsmith at the French Ministry of Magic Pet: A crup named D’Artagnan Blood Status: Pureblood Patronus: A crup. Little, but fierce - like someone else in his life that might protect him. Boggart: His father discovering his secrets and scolding him for it. It starts as a trail of broken and torn artworks on the ground and if he doesn’t pull himself away, the scene gets progressively worse.  Amortentia Scent: Fresh paint, D’Artagnan’s wet fur, lilies, mushrooms frying in butter Wand type: Pine, dragon heartstring, 9 ½ inches Affiliation: Death Eaters (but strongly hates their beliefs)

🖌 Appearance: Face Claim: Austin Abrams Height: 5’8 Hair Colour: Dark blonde Eye Colour: Hazel - the kind that seem to change colour in different lights Typical Hair Style: Fwoopy. His hair is soft and long enough to want to run your fingers through. He wears it brushed to the right, forming curls around his ears and at the back of his neck. For work and formal events, he does gel it back.  Fashion Style: Rich and comfortable. He wears sweaters, knits and jackets that look expensive. If he had his way though, his closet would be just as full of loose shirts and men’s blouses and more flowery prints.  Distinguishing Features: Generally looks tired. Resting bitch face away from public events. Dazzling conversationalist at public events. Dog at his side wherever possible.

🖌 Personality and Interests: Positive Traits: Attentive, well-rounded, sociable, promising, expressive. Negative Traits: Dry, snooty, selfish, apathetic, vain. Quick Facts: Can paint (duh). Likes jogging. Can only cook maybe 5 meals tops. Feels alone. Would die for his dog. Would kill for his dog.  Hobbies: Painting. People watching. Reading the papers. Going to art galleries for hours at a time. Walking D’Artagnan in nature.  Skills: Good at playing a role. Bad at keeping his cool around Laure. Good at painting. Great at making a statement. Good at horse riding. Great at finding hiding spots for items. Bad at intimidation.  Theme song: “Prince of the Hanging Gardens” by Beatenberg

🖌 Headcanons:

Voice: Devereaux’s voice changes depending on the situation. He’s been trained to be a good guest or host at parties, so he tends to sound livelier then. His voice is usually a little nasal though as he is very French, with a touch of vocal fry. A generous helping of vocal fry when he’s talking to friends. He speaks English with a strong French accent.

Handwriting: Cursive. He fills out a lot of Ministry forms on the daily, so his writing has to be legible.

Devereaux’s crup’s name follows a naming convention started by his eldest sister, Marie-Joëlle. Her first pet was a crup named Porthos, who all three children doted upon. She then named her owl bought for school Athos. When she left home, she bought twin puppies for her remaining siblings without asking permission from her parents, marking the first and only sign of defiance she ever showed. Blanche Mathilde chose the name Aramis, and Devereaux’s hound ended up as D’Artagnan. 

Devereaux has synaesthesia. When he hears or says a person’s name, he has a strong association with a colour. 

He suffers from periods of depersonalisation. He’s never told anyone about it. 

Under the pseudonym Vérité, he frequently defaces public property with graffiti protesting the Death Eaters as well as old-fashioned pureblood society. 

Devereaux dreams of having his artwork up in a gallery, but has never voiced this desire. Not only has his father actively discouraged his artistic pursuits, but Devereaux isn’t sure he’s talented enough. His work comes from the heart and that makes it hard for him to look at objectively. 

Devereaux only learnt how to swim due to the amount of times Laure shoved him into rivers and ponds growing up.

Devereaux loves eclairs. Melted chocolate on his fingertips reminds him of his childhood days with René and Laure, licking all of the chocolate and cream off of the pastry and throwing bits of the dough to feed the ducks.

[mrsdorothydevereaux]

Ellie’s First Checkup

“So, how did you ladies come up with the name Elizabeth?” Dr. Harry asked as he slipped a thermometer under the baby’s arm.

“It was my mama’s name,” Blanche said with a hint of pride. “I always regretted not using it for one of my older daughters. Janet was named after George’s mother. Then after Janet came the three boys. And then, my sister Virginia announced that she was going to name her next daughter Rebecca, so of course then I had to use it.”

“Yes, of course, how could you resist?” said Dorothy sarcastically.

“Hey now,” Blanche continued as Ellie gripped her finger from the carrier. “At least Rebecca is a perfectly decent name. George is the one who insisted on naming the boys. George Biff Devereaux, Matthew Skip Devereaux, and Clayton Douglas Devereaux. Might have been fine if he hadn’t insisted on calling them all by their middle names.”

“Look, when I was pregnant the first time, Stan was away at war, and he sent me the most absurd lists of names. Newman, Redman, Quitman, Quiltman, Stillman. I felt like writing him back, yes, Stanley, we get it, you want him to get picked on for his last name and his first name.”

“What happened there?” Rose asked as Dr. Harry checked Ellie’s blood pressure.

“Well, two weeks after I gave birth, Stan was discharged from the army for accidentally shooting himself in the leg. And when I greeted him at the airport, he asked me what his son’s name was, and I said, “Kate.”.”

Blanche chuckled. Rose asked Dorothy why she would name a son Kate.

“So he could compete in beauty pageants, Rose. Anyhow, many years later, when I got pregnant again, Stan was sure I was going to have another girl. And he wanted to name her “Mine.” We argued about it for months, then finally, we compromised on My’chaela, which I thought I was going to regret. Then two weeks later, Michael arrived.”

“I don’t regret any of my baby names!” Rose exclaimed. “Not Kiersten, Bridget, Adam, Charlie Junior, or even Gunilla.”

“Rose, I hate to ask,” said Dorothy. “But how did you and Charlie come up with the name Gunilla?”

“She’s named after my father, Gunther, of course.”

At that moment, Dr. Harry pricked Ellie’s skin as gently as he could to deliver her first-ever vaccine. She started to wail, so Blanche picked her up to comfort her.

“What happened?” asked Rose, who hadn’t been paying attention.

“I think she’s questioning your taste,” Dorothy replied.

[bloodypeachblog]

@festens-oc-hangout @omniuravity

Things about Lola Anderson

• She's 5'9 and 153 lbs. She is also an E cup size.

• She's an active porn star, nicknamed 'Velvet Clover', and she's been doing it for many years, accumulating a high salary. She loves her job too.

• she does camgirl streams when she's not working called "Velvet Clover's Secret Garden" and has Jeom and Peach join in occasionally (their identities hidden by masks, of course), sometimes at the same time.

• she attends Jeom's orgies whenever she can, to the point of being what she calls, a platinum member.

• She loves alcohol, but isn't an alcoholic. Sex on the Beach is her favorite drink. When she gets super drunk, she turns into Joan Rivers.

• she talks like a southern woman and says things like 'darlin', 'sweetheart', 'sugar', etc.

• she has 2 daughters from 2 different men. They live with their fathers, but she's in their lives and she loves them to pieces. The daughters' names are Rachel and Emma, their ages being 13 and 8 respectively.

• Lola is bisexual, but leans a bit more towards women (40% guys, 60% girls)

• Peach is her favorite girl to 'play' with. She finds her just adorable and taught her all her pornstar moves to impress the boys. She'd definitely date Peach if Peach was okay with that.

• She is 49 and doesn't feel a day over 20. Her genetics and skin routine help her look young.

• She did have a thing with Jeom for a while, and if it weren't for their jobs, they'd still be a thing. They're just friends with benefits now.

• if anyone judges her on things like 'how vulgar that she has that job and has those kids', 'those girls should have a respectable mother', etc, she either pays them off or intimidates them. She isn't letting anyone judge her kids because of her and her job.

• she can hold her own in a fight pretty well. She once tackled a biker gang that was causing trouble outside a bar Jeom was working at.

• she has a southern accent similar to Blanche Devereaux's (from Golden Girls), but when she's drunk, she has a Boston accent.

• Lola always has an eye for fashion and can fix the perfect outfit for anyone in any theme.

• her voice is smooth but bubbly. Can't pinpoint a certain actress right now, but I'll get back with ya on that.

(Any other questions about her, let me know!)

[characterswithcolorsnamesfight]

Propaganda for General Prelim Poll 10 (revised version)

(Vote here)

Dorian Gray (The Picture of Dorian Gray) :

gray truly reflects his morals 👍

Scarlet (Final Fantasy VII) :

No propaganda yet

Ao (Akatsuki no Yona) :

"Ao leans blue in japanese so... yeah"

Manny Bianco (Black Books) :

No propaganda yet

Snow White (Disney adaptation) :

No propaganda yet

Kuromi (Onegai My Melody)

""Kuro" means black in Japanese. There's a gag in Onegai My Melody where her hood gets painted white, and someone shouts "Ah! Kuromi has turned into Shiromi!" (shiro meaning white)"

Marcus Blackstock (Wake the Dead) :

"Marcus Blackstock is the leader of a human settlement named the Tower in a zombie apocalypse and he's the WORST like yeah sure efficient as a leader but awful as a human being."

Blanche Devereaux (The Golden Girls) :

" 'Blanche' is French for (the feminine form of) white"

Flandre Scarlet (Touhou) :

No propaganda yet

[thefvrious]

because i'm weird and was talking about it with @lostintra

golden girls rp cast

full name: blanche elizabeth marie devereaux née hollingsworth nicknames: n/a birthday: may 16 age: 50s/60s gender/pronouns: cis-female; she/hers hometown: atlanta, georgia sign: taurus religion: jewish occupation: art museum employee +: out-going, charismatic, fun-loving, flirtatious -: maneater, ignorant, arrogant, self-absorbed

full name: rose marie nylud née lindstrom nicknames: rosie birthday: march 12 age: 50s/60s gender/pronouns: cis-female; she/hers hometown: st. olaf, minnesota sign: pisces religion: christian occupation: grief counselor +: innocent, kind-hearted, selfless, optimistic -: naive, witless, pushover, fearful

full name: dorothy cecilia zbornak née petrillo nicknames: pussycat, spumoni face, moose, atilla the sub birthday: july 31 age: 50s/60s gender/pronouns: cis-female; she/hers hometown: brooklyn, new york sign: leo religion: catholc occupation: substitute english teacher +: compassionate, strong-minded, witty, practical -: sarcastic, fierce, intimidating, brash

[eddysocs]

The Golden Girls OC Masterlist

Name: Dahlia Duquesne

Face Claim: Sarah Drew

Love Interest: Blanche Devereaux

Fic Title: Southern Belles

Plot Summary: Event planner, Dahlia Duquesne, is in for a wild ride when she meets fellow southern belle Blanche Devereaux at a local civil war reenactment. While sparks may fly for Dahlia immediately, Dahlia realizes that it won’t be so easy to get Blanche out of her antiquated mindset on certain things, but maybe it’s not impossible either.

[unofficialdigby]

Happy Birthday Blanche! 

This snooty ostrich gets her name, not only from the color “white” in French (which matches her feathers), but also from Blanche Devereaux of the Golden Girls, a real peacock of a woman! Blanche has the nature hobby and she loves to relax under trees, dreaming of butterflies and bees! She’s skilled at dusting, and one day she’s going to be a chef! She loves the song KK Jongara, and her coffee of choice is Blue Mountain with lots of milk and sugar! Wish her a very delightful birthday, quite so! 

[ashleybenlove]

Title: Viggo Dates Blanche

Prompt: None

Summary: Viggo Grimborn dates Blanche Devereaux.

Fandom: How To Train Your Dragon, The Golden Girls

Pairing: Blanche Devereaux/Viggo Grimborn

Word Count: 378

Rating: General

Warnings: Use of animal products mention

Disclaimer: I don’t own the source material in this fanfic. That’s to whatever company or person owns it. I would never claim to own it.

Notes: There are probable influences from fandom and whatnot in this story. Alfred Molina did an interview where he indicated that he would have liked to have played a boyfriend of one of the women on The Golden Girls; I chose Blanche. So, in lieu of an Alfred Molina-esque OC, I decided to choose a character he played instead. Viggo’s ethnic breakdown uses both Molina’s biographical details (Spanish and Italian ancestry, plus born in the UK) and the fact that Viggo is in a Scandinavian setting in HTTYD. This is set in a modern AU for both fandoms. AO3.

And it is under the read more.

   Viggo Grimborn wasn’t quite sure why his new girlfriend (perhaps, ladyfriend was more appropriate, as she was older than him and cagey about her age, though, he figured she was around fifty) wanted him to meet her roommates, as they had only been dating for around a month at this point.

 He wasn’t having her meet his brother, after all.

 He adjusted the button on his suit, and she opened the door to a large living room with wicker furniture as the main seating pieces.

 There were three women seated. One: a blonde woman with short poofy hair, wearing a duck cardigan. Another woman with grey hair kept close to her face, probably around the same age as the blonde woman, wearing a cowl neck top. The third woman was at least in her eighties and wearing a dress and sweater, and her wicker purse was in her lap. Blanche had talked about them but he did not concern himself with those details.

 “Viggo, these are my three roommates. Rose Nylund,” Blanche indicated the blonde woman. “Dorothy Zbornak,” the grey-haired woman. “And her mother, Sophia Petrillo.” The elderly woman.

 “Hello!” Rose Nylund said cheerily.

 “Hello,” Dorothy Zbornak said. She watched him carefully and he almost felt nervous.

 “‘Sup?” Sophia Petrillo said.

 Dorothy glanced briefly at her mother before turning back to him.

 “Ladies, this is Viggo Grimborn,” Blanche said.

 “Hello, ladies, pleasure to meet you,” Viggo said.

 “Are you Scandinavian at all? I am! And you have the same first name as Viggo Mortensen, that handsome man from Lord of the Rings,” Rose asked. “Va-va-va-voom!”

 “Yes, I’m partly Scandinavian, British, Spanish, and--” Viggo said.

 “He’s also a little bit Italian,” Blanche added.

 “I’m a whole lot of Italian,” Sophia said.

 Viggo nodded politely.

 “What do you do for a living?” Dorothy asked.

 “I have a business that makes leather products out of reptile hide,” Viggo said.

 Viggo watched as both Rose and Dorothy frowned very deeply. They had not liked this answer.

 Oh well.

 That was their problem.

 “Well, then, my dear,” Viggo said, moving on, focusing on Blanche. “How about dinner tomorrow evening?”

 “Yes!” Blanche exclaimed.

 “I will text you the details, my dear,” Viggo said. He kissed her cheek.

 And with that, he took his leave.

[jackandjackiekennedylover]

Twisted Ankle

Y/N Rue Elizabeth Mcclanahan is an American Actress. She is the daughter of Rue McClanahan that play Blanche Devereaux on The Golden Girls.

Born : February 22nd, 2008 ( age 10 years ) , Healdton, OK

Height : 4’3’’

August 30th, 2017

After your mother had passed away in 2010 and you were only two at the time. You were placed up for adoption and a swedish actor named Bill Skarsgård had adopted you .

You play a little girl in the movie and this scene is when the loser club was going threw pictures .

It was pouring the rain on set.

Action , ” Andy yelled .

Come on Maggie , ” Your Mother Paisley said .

Ok Mommy , ” Maggie said .

Maggie was trying to keep up with her mother when she falls .

Cut. Y/n are you ok , ” Andy asked ?

Ow. I want my daddy , ” You said as the tears fall down your face .

What hurts , ” Andy asked ?

My ankle , ” You said.

Can I see , ” Andy asked ?

Yeah , ” You said .

Andy takes off your right boot and your little foot was swelling already and starting brushing and when he touch your ankle and you had scream .

You definitely twisted your ankle , ” Andy said .

Come let's get bill, ” Andy said as he picks you up.

Bill was in the make up trailer getting his make up off.

Are you ok sweetheart , ” Bill said as he takes you from Andy.

No daddy , ” You said as you hide your face into his chest.

She had twisted ankle and it's looking bad , ” Andy said.

I'm going to take her to the hospital , ” Bill said.

Ok. Text me when you leave the hospital and don't worry about filming right now , ” Andy said .

Thank you, ” Bill said before he walks out of the make up trailer with you in his arms.

( Four Hours Later)

You were hiding your face in Bill’s chest as the paparazzi was taking pictures of you two .

Bill! Why were you and your daughter at the hospital, ” One of the paparazzi asked ?

No comment , ” Bill said as he covers you .

Bill! Are you still filming IT , ” One of the paparazzi asked?

I'm not filming right now bc of my daughter and I will go back when my daughter is feeling well again and my daughter is more important than a movie, ” Bill said .

September 5, 2017

Bill!

Bill smiles at the paparazzi as he tightens his grip on your waist .

What do you think of your father playing Pennywise the dancing clown , ” One of the paparazzi asked?

I think he looks adorable as Pennywise , ” You said with a little smile before you hide your face into Bill’s suit .

Since you play Pennywise. What do you think of your character, ” One of the paparazzi asked ?

I think that Pennywise isn't adorable at all but my daughter thinks so. I would say he is really scary and I had nightmares for weeks , ” Bill said with a smile.

Do you have any nicknames for your father , ” One of the paparazzi asked?

Clown and Penny , ” You said .

Both you guys look great tonight , ” One of the paparazzi said.

Thank you , “ Bill said with a smile.

What do we say , “ Bill asked you.

Thank you , “ You said before you hide your face in Bill’s suit again .

She is a little shy , ” Bill said with a smile as he rubs your back in comfort .

[gldenhrs]

                                (—) ★ spotted !! ALANA BISHOP on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid ! many say that the 23 year old looks like MADELYN CLINE , but i don’t really see it. while the  HEIRESS / DANCER  is known for being  ENCHANTING  my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be  MANIPULATIVE i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song SUGAR BY ROBIN SCHULZ .

*   ◞  ╰   general   .

full name : alana grace bishop . nicknames : lana , lani birthdate / zodiac sign : somewhere in september during libra season . birthplace :  los angeles , ca . sexual orientation : heterosexual . family : sienna rossi ( mother , deceased )  &  elijah bishop  ( father , 54 years old ) siblings :  aiden bishop ( brother , 26 years old ) pets : four months old labradoodle named harvey occupation : heiress / dancer . life goal : idk , she doesn’t really have any she got it all fnerhfbd . love language : physical touch . + traits  :  enchanting , confident , coquettish , high-spirited , passionate , affectionate  &   courageous . - traits  :  vain , manipulative , stubborn , abrasive , selfish , hypocritical   &  dramatic . aesthetic :  lip gloss , long hours at the dance studio , blowdried bouncy hair , lipstick stained coffee mugs , matte nail polish , satin sheets , impulsive shopping sprees , romantic comedy binge watches , day drinking , lingerie as outerwear , chanel eau tendre perfume sprayed at the nape of her neck and wrists , hardwood mahogany floors , bubble baths , half naked pictures , rose water , iced matcha , laughter floating through a room , missed calls , diamonds , getaway vacations . muse inspo :  andie ( how to lose a guy in 10 days ) , brooke davis ( one tree hill ) , rachel green ( friends ) , buffy summers ( buffy the vampire slayer ) , cher horowitz ( clueless ) , stassi schroder ( vanderpump rules ) , jackie buckhart ( that 70s show ) , lorelai gilmore ( gilmore girls ) , blanche devereaux ( the golden girls ) , phoebe halliwell ( charmed ) , gabrielle solis ( desperate housewives ) , cassie howard ( euphoria ) , maddie perez ( euphoria ) , hanna marin ( pretty little liars ) 

*   ◞  ╰   quick history   .

the bishop’s have been a name in the world for decades now , after grandad bishop started a company back in the early 20s ,  &  all the way now to elijah bishop who after co-founding one of the  ( now world famous )  best computer softwares out there ( think microsoft )  , became the youngest billionare at just the ripe age of 22. 

at the time , during during one of his business trips in europe , elijah fell in love with an italian beauty named sienna  &  nearly renounced his business altogether for her if she hadn’t moved to the states back with him . a couple of years later , the pair welcomed their second child  &  according to press at the time , the moment elijah held his daughter he called her  “ the most beautiful girl in the world “ .

if it weren’t for their very public life  &  elijah’s area of work , they could’ve been considered a normal family , after all , alana was spoiled rotten  &  adored by both her parents .  ( tw: death )  but it all changed following the fatal car crash which made sienna tragically pass away ( think princess d kinda accident )  . alana was only a toddler when the accident happened , but even to this day she can almost distinctly remember the media coverage following it  &  the relentless paparazzi .  

frankly , losing her mother left a huge mark on alana’s life , because no matter how big of a daddy’s girl she was , or how she had a great older brother to grow up with , or how many greats nannies she had , nothing  &  no one could’ve replaced that void . perhaps , the same could’ve been said about elijah , who since never remarried . sure , he dated a few women over the years but none of them were serious enough to be officially led into the family .

as alana goes , being the youngest  (  the most resembling their late mother ) definitely had it perks. she was spoiled rotten since day one from both her father , learning at a very young age that manipulation was the greatest art of them all   &   how a few tears on her face can weaken the man’s heart .

by the time she was 5 years old, alana was already a face almost every household had known. after all, she was gorgeous little kid with locks of beachy blonde hair that accompanied her father on many social events. so it came to no real surprise that she grew up to become one of the typical  “ daddy’s trust fund baby “  out there. 

but , something that  did  shock the world was the fact she was actually v v gifted when it came to dancing, something her father picked up on v early on  &  decided to enroll her into the best schools money could buy so by the age of 7, she was also a competitive dancer ! 

by the time she was 16 , she was already featured in a few music videos !  ( think maddie ziegler in sia’s music videos ) 

at 18 , she finally landed her big break ever when j.lo asked her to be her backup dancer on tour .  her dancing career sky-rocked at that point  &  later on went on to perform for many famous musicians including britney spears , drake , rihanna , justin bieber  &  more !   

right now , she’s in the process of filming another season of dancing with the stars ( her star partner is a wc plot idea !! )  !  

*   ◞  ╰   personality & dating life   .

generally speaking , alana is a v v charismatic person . she can light up any room she walks into with her smile  &  it’s something she fully takes advantage of .

loves being around people  ( read : social butterfly )  ! !  she thrives on companionship  &  often surrounds herself with people she deems interesting who can introduce her to new  things .

when it comes to her friends , she’s extremely loyal  &  9/10 times would do absolutely anything for them . like you need a place to stay ?  you need money ?  your rep is going down the toilet ?  you need someone to pick ur drunk ass at 4pm ?  she’s ur girl .

stubborn as a mule  &  very passionate about the things that interest her .

great listener  ( read : gossip queen )  but for the love of god do not tell her your secrets bc she will spill  ! !   although , people do because she looks trustworthy but … like … nah …

extremely coquettish  &  a big attention ho. 

 loves beautiful things  ( read : vain ) including herself ! !  you can catch her posing for pictures anywhere she goes or spending lots of time pampering  &  showering herself with beautiful clothes , accessories  &  other  “ beauty accouterments “  that catch her eye .

known for being flighty ? ?  while she’s lots of fun to be around because she will make you think you’re the most beautiful , loved  &  special human alive …. when it comes to actual commitment she’s not exactly the most reliable person around ? ?   so she dates  A LOT  but the second things get too serious she’s like  “ lol bye “ esdfnsjfg .

another one of her downfalls is that she’s definitely a little too much self-absorbed ? ?  like when things don’t go perfectly right for her she feels as though the world’s ending  &  everyone is against her ? ?

hates being alone - likes to do everything with someone by their side, and ideally that someone is an object of affection aka she LOVES being loved .

*   ◞  ╰   connections  .

childhood best friends , best friends , ex best friends , friends through association , friends only for the cameras , enemies , exes on bad terms , exes on bad terms , someone she’s currently “ dating “ aka wrapping around her finger ,  etc ! !  

also let me just add some actual plots that i have written  HERE  .

tbh this list was extremely vague bc i’m down for anything so just hmu or like this so i can come bug u  :~)