#c: isabelle

[damienlaunier]

"Good morning, I come bearing gifts," Damien announced upon arrival, placing one of the fresh coffees in front of Isabelle. "How are we feeling? I've got savory and sweet options depending on what you might need," he added, referring to the assorted pastries he'd also purchased.

@isabcllcdurant

[atlaswestwood]

It was a small community and everyone knew everyone's business but now with the attacks, it felt like every conversation was an interrogation. After finishing with her customer, she cleaned up and wrapped a silk nightgown around themselves in search of a drink. Part of her knew she should be more scared about everything going on but she wasn't. Isabelle had always made sure to keep the girls safe and they had Judas watching over them too. Speaking of the woman in charge, she greeted the woman with a smile as she got to the bar. "Hey Belle, do you mind passing me some water?" she asked. "Looks like all the nasty business isn't slowing down our business. That's good right?"

for: @isabellexlaurent

[vivian-ambrose]

Who: Viv x Belle ( @isabellexlaurent ) Where: Belle's Office

Vivian hesitated in her car, biting her lip and tapping on the steering wheel as she stared at the door to the building. She'd gotten in her car and almost drove here what felt like a hundred times, and each time she'd chickened out. This was the furthest she'd ever gotten and even know fear choked her and left her firmly planted in her driver's seat. Flashes of the Halloween event came to memory, the curse being broken after her encounter with Belle, but why? Her curse had been to find true love, but why had it broken with Belle? The younger vampire hadn't stuck around long after the curse as they were each pulled away from the chaos of the party. Swallowing her anxieties down before she'd lose her nerve, Vivan grabbed her bag off the passenger seat and entered the rain.

Rehearsing what she'd been planning to say to Belle for weeks in her head made her way to Belle's office, knocking lightly on the door as she got close. Every fiber of her being told her to run, but she couldn't avoid Belle forever, and now, more than ever, she wanted answers. Seeing the door open, she froze, a hesitant"... Hi," was all that escaped the doctor's mouth as she fought to find the very words she'd just practiced.

[jessetremlett]

"What do we think?" Jesse held up the clothing to his torso, pulling a face as he clearly did not like it one bit. "The label wants me and the boys to all wear something like this for the next big gig. If you ask me? It's ugly as shit."

@isabcllcdurant

[charliewatscn]

"Wow– sorry, I just really love your bag," Charlie complimented the woman warmly. She didn't want to disturb the other for very long, but something about it was right up her alley so she decided to pry a moment longer. "Where did you get it?"

@isabcllcdurant

[samanthacreilly]

“You like blueberries right?” Samantha asked as she held out the paper bag and coffee to the woman. “I got you a blueberry muffin. If you don’t like them I can totally go back and get a different flavor. Their double chocolate muffins are good too,” she mentioned quickly, hoping the gesture would be well received. “I was in line to get myself some coffee and a muffin and I thought you might like the combo too.”

@isabcllcdurant

[jessetremlett]

"The least I owe you? You're giving me major Veruca Salt vibes right now, Bells," Jesse all but scolded. "You didn't think I'd get you the whole store's worth and not at least save a scoop for myself, now would you?" he scoffed as though deeply offended that there was a possibility she might think otherwise.

"Seems like a perfectly reasonable reason to go bankrupt in my opinion. Also the least you owe me." Isabelle responded brightly, a laugh falling from her lips as she gave his arm a gentle squeeze. "I assume you're going to be getting some with me."

[junglejim4322]

Possession (1981)

[ironcolouredocean]

sun bleached flies-ethel cain / october-jackson.c frank / stalker 1979 / the ballad of costa concordia-car seat headrest / nowhere 1997 / possession 1981 / Frank Bidart / georgia lee-tom waits / interview with the vampire amc

[ingridhagen]

"It's a pretty long list but have you maybe got a preference for climates or geography? Are you a beach person or maybe you prefer the mountains?" she asked, trying to gauge what sort of places to recommend the woman.

“No, you’re right it can’t.” But more than anything, she hated when people around her suffered. She’d always wanted to do something to help with moments like that. “What kind of places have you seen that you would recommend? Maybe if I get the opportunity I might go there.” She wasn’t much of a solo traveller but maybe she could convince Jesse to go with her perhaps.

[fellinesca]

Isabelle Huppert in The Piano Teacher (Michael Haneke, 2001)

[the-insouciant-scientist]

Feast of the rose fashion tiiiiiiiime (feat. name reveal for a certain someone <3)

Had a lot of fun trying to create some seasonally appropriate outfits while working within their personal styles and color schemes!

[sofrosine]

ISABEL MARETTI / MAURA FOSTER

tagged by my beloveds @roofgeese and @lilywatt to make some goblins in this picrew so i bestow upon you all my two favorite ones.

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[envicd]

❛ can you please pretend to be my boyfriend for a moment so my ex will leave me alone ? ❜ (Alcide & Isabelle Lightwood ) @seccndchances

"Sure thing, darlin." Alcide offers out his hand with a warm smile, hoping it would aide in their appearance of them being something more than just aquantinces. "I'd offer to knock their teeth in, but I reckon you don't want that." He briefly scans their surroundings, satisfied that he couldn't sense any imminent danger. "Need me to walk you someplace?"

[simadelics]

London, 1895

Isabelle

“Dear God, please return Mother to us. Everyone will be happy again. Thank you kindly, and yours sincerely, Isabelle Louise Cavendish.”

Thomas

Every time Father returns home from his work, I think it will be Mother. I asked Kenny if he feels the same, and all he had to say was that it seemed an unreasonable thought, though he was prone to it at times just as well. I wish I were more like him.

Since Mother left, I have been behaving like a stupid, snivelling child, and I cannot make myself act as I should, no matter how much I try to. I fear that I have never been the best of sons: I am loud, I am foolish, and I often make jokes when silence would be preferred. When Mother returns, I promise to not harass her with my childish games, and I promise not to run in the halls when I am feeling excitable. I will be the duplicate of my elder brother, or as close to him as I could be.

The only fortunate consequence of all this chaos is that I am often forgotten about as Isabelle is sent off to bed, Father is nowhere to be seen, and Kenny puts himself to sleep at the same time each night, as he always has. I stay up by the front door reading Mother’s stories — just in case it might be the very hour she returns — and I feel as I would when she used to tell me her stories until I fell asleep.

Kenneth Jr.

There is a coldness in our house that remains even as we reach the winter’s end. An odd sort of mourning has fallen over us all in Mother’s absence: she is gone, and in a different sense than she was before, but we do not know how nor why. Father has not acknowledged it, and we know better than to approach him with the questions so weighing on us; even if we had not, though, he is so busy working of late that we hardly see him besides when a door is shutting behind him or opening in front of him.

As eldest son, it is I who is left to guide Thomas’ and Isabelle’s piteous stares. I miss Mother dearly, but my grief must be straight-faced and silent: anything more than a commiserating nod and a pat on the shoulder, and I may bring to them the despair that I am trying not to feel — I do not want to succumb to this hopelessness that has been clawing at me. I had begun to feel my role unappreciated (the role of the eldest son is rewarding unto itself, I understand, but these days have been so difficult) when, during the night, Father came to my room as I slept, and thanked me. He did not say why, but I knew.

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[prydainroyals]

A little preview of some of the scenes I'm filming.

The rest of the prologue will be roughly 17 scenes, including its finale/wrap-up.