#ft laurent

[leylayilmazx]

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leylayilmaz: a gentle reminder that the little French bro is growing. @laurent--stpierre

[rusted-pride]

[just one bite ok ?]

[coffinkissez]

more paper dolls

[fxngtasy]

everyone say thank you van for resparking the vampsim worms anyways did you guys know everyones name in the game has a backstory to it in some way

vampyr bloodedge was named by my irl bc i could NAWT come up with an emo enough name

roscelyne came naturally to me, but the many last names is from tumblr suggestions! gardinier is the only one i came up with myself bc its one of my fav surnames to use on ocs

darien is named after tuxedo mask in the original DiC dub for sailor moon. he just took laurent as his last name

hs ham sandwich another tumblr rec

utc is all the side names that dont show up in game but were planned to be either mentioned or show up in extensions

sebastian stoker (vampyr) sebastian is such a stereotypical emo name. had to. and stoker is from bram stoker dracula author

valentine stoker sister #1 ummm. it was just cute. she used to be valerie so her nickname was val but i mustve forgotten and now shes valentine. draculaura referenceeee

fange (fauna stoker) sister 2 fange is her emo stage name bc theyre all in a cool emo band except for val and elizabeth. but fauna is from an animal crossing deer bc i was thinking about her in class when i named her

velvette (velvet stoker) sister 3 she just adds 2 letters to her name for her stage name and thats the only reason shes named this. is for that bit.

sable blythe is also named after animal crossing, but blythe is because it sounds similar to blight and thats what HS sees vampires as

iscariot van agteren. ooohgh. hs's mentor.. iscariot is judas's last name (iirc he was initially supposed to betray hs but i forgot) and van agteren is supposed to mean from behind, bc its the best way to strike a vampire

melchior i just saw in the french section of behind the name

SK sam key. kind of sounds like stinky

laika neroni is the wannabe wolfgirl, so she got named after laika the real life dog :] neroni is bc i was taking lycanthropy and pushing it as far as possible until i hit neroni

cassie opeia. cassiopeia. constellation. idk. its cute shut up.

[roxyaddams]

have a very stupid vampyr from an animation i did for class recently

[teengirlgothic]

closed for @dcgtown / liam & hazel, based on this.

Hazel climbed right into his lap, no hesitation as she leaned into his ear, voice low and sultry. “Do you like her better than me?” She asked, hand resting on his chest. They’d broken up almost a year ago now, but she could feel his heart under her palm, beating erratically for her anyways, the liquor from the party surging through her veins. “Is she better than me?”

[scftlightz]

@theyareinsatiable gets  a  closed  starter  ! muse  :  laurent  le  forestier  . bi .  100+  (37)  .  wealthy  socialite  .  sa.m  r.eid  .  vampire

"  is  there  something  else  you're  expecting  from  me?  "  the  surface  of  his  words  danced  lightly  as  he  pulled  back  the  demanding  tone  that  threated  his  tongue.  his  growing  curiosity  only  forming  into  a deep lack in patience  as  his  perspective  might  have  been  misguided.  "  what  is  it  that  you  want  from  me,  exactly?  i  think  we're  passed  the  time  wasting  game.  "  laurent  tilted  his  chin  upward  with  a  light  dust  of  a  grin.

[odilestpierre]

FOR: @lararutherford WHERE: St. Catherine's Hospital. WITHIN: Waiting room, vending machines.

Hospital food was complete and utter horse shit.

Odile cared little for the canteen food, which, disgustingly so, left a smell that lingered far longer than natural...every day. Thankfully, she'd only forced herself to consume small amounts of the vending machine tuck shop: everything else...she'd ordered in. The looks of hungry people in the waiting room hadn't stopped her from wolfing down what looked to be far too much food for a woman of her statue...she was comforting eating, and everyone else could fuck off.

It wasn't the hunger, or even the obscene over-eating that was getting at Odile, though. It was the inability to sleep, her eyes lingering on that door a little too long, some hours, unaware of the passing time as day turned to night. Or when the nurses had begged she go home, and she'd all but refused with a swift middle finger.

If it hadn't been for her friends, they would've kicked her out for her poor conduct. Which was usually stellar. But not when it came to Laurent: she was unmoving. A force to be reckoned with, and she would put anyone in the ground who kept her from him. Her knee bounced, phone scrolling turned into nothing as the screen blurred into one.

She'd been here that long, that she heard every squeak of a foot against cheap lino, and the cadence of a voice she could never fucking forget. Freezing in her spot, as she sat up, rod-backed.

"Oh, you've gotta be fuckin' joking--" she paused only to let the shock twist her features into one of disbelief, as she looked up to find none other than Lara-fucking-Rutherford. "Turn around, and walk in the direction you just came from, you nine-lived-freak."

Laurent lay sleeping, mere feet away...and she was walking around freely. Where the fuck was protection? Where was security. "I don't think so."

[th3houseofleaves]

misc. scenarios / scenes i have on the brain

for various ocs but mostly dove i think.

jason and dove at some underground punk show and dove is dragging him into the moshpit because they are having the time of their life and they want to feel all that energy and they want him with them for it. with him beside him it's the safest they've probably ever been when moshing because he's Tall and Big and he's keeping a close watch on them and as much as he can they've each got a hand on each other or they're pressed close to each other. they're staying as close as possible and dove is all lit up and yelling so they can be heard over the music and the crowd and they're telling him this is the best night ever.

the first time jason actually holds sparrow because sparrow seeks him out when he wanted to be picked up. he's kind of shocked but that's only after he picks him up without thinking much about it, like it's natural. sparrow pats his face and tells him thank you like jason did more than just pick him up because sparrow is already so much like dove. and when dove sees it? they've gotta take a minute to process bc they're so full of love in that moment they can't think of anything else. before he has any idea what's happening jason has both baeks holding onto him because dove comes up and hugs him nd they're just pleased as hell n sparrow is snuggled between the both of them. meanwhile jason is still kind of processing.

the day that dove accidentally revealed they were a meta / speedster to helena. and how they tried to recover and walk that back. bonus if they try talking about how it happened (they do not remember) because they'd try and use what they do remember + whatever pops into their head to come up with a rather ridiculous story behind it.

new oc ashton graves and the first time she used magic + found out about zatanna. & if she knew about it (bc idk how common knowledge it is) her being a bop fan. i think she'd think they were cool as hell too

even newer oc kit warren being the most annoying person alive /lh. basically him using his powers to annoy like. dick or. oliver queen. bc i decided that kit wakes up each day and chooses violence (making his existence everyone's, but specifically oliver's, problem). he's genuinely not that bad but he does enjoy messing around.

a grown up aeron vasilyev interacting with both their moms. (bio mom and the mom who would've raised them) that's pretty much it

evan faulkner trying to duck out at a function he's supposed to be throwing but people keep finding him. if he wasn't literally the host, nearing 30, and allegedly a people person (he doesn't know who started that rumor), he would find somewhere to hide, including under a table like he's six and hiding from his mom during a different event bc he's so bored. afterwards he tries to convince his assistant person (? it's complicated) that they shouldn't throw parties or anything like that ever again. they tell him no. he tries to quit. they tell him no.

logan toussaint and aeron and milan forcing (/lh) everyone to have a self care & family day at aeron's house. sam's doing lesson plans with a face mask on and his hair pushed back with a headband that logan bought for him specifically (it's bright green!). milan is sitting and painting noah's nails, noah has no idea what colors he chose either. milan is keeping that secret. thea, who also has a face mask, messing with aeron's hair while they ramble about whatever comes to mind. her hair is also done up in some legit french braids bc aeron? knows how for some reason.

the moment when levi faust realises all the ways their brother cares about them. like figuring out it's rory who cuts out or obscures nutrition labels or repackages food so there's no labels except for what the food is and the ingredients. or them realizing that if rory hands them that's usually in a wrapper (like candy) that he'll usually have it open already when he's passing it to them & he manages to take the wrapper before they look at it as they can actually enjoy their treat. or how rory will save their paper and put their laptop + phone on the charger and straighten things up when he finds them asleep in their homework.

also rory asking levi for help with his french homework bc he only knows so much and levi looking at him and saying that as much as it hurts them to say it, they have no idea how to rlly read in french or explain it. it's just their first language and they can speak it but they didn't learn more than that? bc all their school stuff was done in english and they only learned french at all bc that's all their dad would use around them and that's how they learned how to talk n stuff. but it was never a formal education. both of them stare at his homework confused. levi can help with very basic stuff. they hate that

[sybillctrelawney]

where: walking in the crowd. who: laurent; @laurentborgiin.

Making her rounds and watching people dance, Sybill had a smile on her face. It was nice to see not only all the joy but the joining of schools. She had never met someone from the states and hoped she would have a conversation with someone from Ilvermorny during the night. She wanted to pick their brains out of her natural curiosity. So many of them seemed to meld with Hogwarts so easily. It was lovely.

Although there were new faces there were also many familiar ones. Sybill hadn’t seen such happiness since the welcome back party. The difference was that alcohol wasn’t involved she thought. And all of the students were there, not just the older ones.

While enjoying the view she saw Laurent. They hadn’t spoken in some time. She walked toward him, looking forward to hearing how he was doing. “Laurent,” she waved, walking to him. “It’s been too long. How are you? Enjoying the ball I hope. What do you think of these Ilvermorny students? I’m hoping to talk to at least one of them. I have so many questions!” She rambled.

[lockedgardens]

closed starter for @heremergence

"i've had another unconventional idea..." he smiles, sitting himself down in front of her once their daughter had climbed out of his arms and towards her bedroom. "for missy's birthday and because i've finally got a decent contract, maybe we can take a holiday? maybe...to my hometown?"

[leylayilmazx]

Bahama's

Warnings: 💋

Mentions: Berat, Alexis, Cassie, Jess, Laurent

It was probably one of the happiest trips she had ever been to. Somehow, this palace, the house that Laurent almost sold, became a bliss, a gift sent from above for all of the happiest memories. Just a couple of days ago, he had asked her a question she didn’t think he’d ever ask and so soon - she was surrounded by friends, laughter, and the promise of a future together. Leyla had felt a sense of serenity and hope wash over her, a blanket of safety and warmth that she didn’t believe could ever be blown away.

But now, as the sunset painted the sky, casting a glow over the horizon, Leyla's world shattered once more. The news came like a cruel twist of fate, a knife cut into her heart, as she stumbled upon the headline from the TWI flashing across her phone screen.

In our defence, we’d already sorted out the announcements. Sorry he’s dead or whatever. 

She thought it was a joke at first. A cruel joke made by the woman who ran the paper. After all, she was Lara’s friend. Wouldn’t have taken much to do this sort of thing again. But then for what reason? Evidently, people not answering their phones, not telling her anything…

Well, eventually she understood the meaning. 

As she began to understand what was happening, her breath caught in her throat, her hands trembling as she shut her phone off, still somewhat hoping against hope that it was all just a terrible mistake.

But the words stared back at her, firm and merciless. Berat was gone.

A numbness swept over Leyla as she turned away from her friends, her footsteps heavy as she made her way to an empty room. She tried to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to engulf her, to maintain the facade of strength for just a moment longer.

Was it so bad not to want her friends to see her break down again? Not to take the celebration away from her partner? She didn’t want them to see her like this, because it felt as lately it was all she was able to show.

But as soon as the door closed behind her, the dam burst, and Leyla crumbled to the ground, the weight of her grief too much to bear. It was as if the walls she had painstakingly built around her heart came crashing down, leaving her exposed to the agony of loss one more.

She had already endured the unbearable pain of losing her sister, and Jai. And just last year, Aurélie's death had torn through her soul like a hurricane, leaving behind a trail of devastation.

And now, Berat, a pillar of strength in her life, a person who had stood by her through the darkest of days, was gone. The tears flowed freely now, unrestrained, as Leyla allowed herself to succumb to the overwhelming sorrow that threatened to consume her.

Each sob resonated the ache in her heart, each tear screamed to the depth of her loss. In that, Leyla allowed herself to succumb to the pain. “Why?” She muttered over and over again  as she trembled. 

She loved Berat with all her heart, always had. 

“You promised me.” Leyla muttered once more.

With trembling hands, Leyla reached for her phone, now feeling heavy with the weight of the news it had delivered. In a sudden surge of anguish, her grip tightened around the phone, her knuckles turning white with the force of her emotions. With a scream building in her throat, she lifted her arm and with all the strength she could muster, she hurled the phone against the nearest wall.

“You promised me!”

The impact echoed through the room. 

"You promised that you wouldn't leave me," she choked out, Leyla's voice cracked with anguish, her words barely more than a whisper amidst the river of tears that streamed down her face. Each syllable was a struggle, torn from the depths of her shattered heart, a desperate plea to a universe that seemed intent on tearing her apart.

But there was no answer,there would never be an answer for her again. Just the utter silence of the room and the faint voices of her friends coming from somewhere in the house.  

With trembling hands, Leyla reached out to the shattered remnants of her phone, her fingers tracing the broken edges with a numb detachment. The promise lay shattered before her, just like the pieces of her world that now lay at her feet.

But she wasn’t alone for long; one by one, her friends began to come through the door, with a soft knock and barging in anyway after they didn’t hear her answer. Alexis, Cassie, and Jess entered first, their expressions painted with concern as they gathered around Leyla, offering gentle touches and silent support. They brought her water, soothing words, and comforting embraces – a lifeline.

For a while, they remained by her side, they offered no words of empty comfort, understanding that sometimes, the greatest gift one could give was simply to be there, to bear witness to another's pain.

And then, as the weight of Leyla's pain began to ease, Laurent appeared, a steady presence in the middle of all the chaos. With a soft touch and a reassuring smile, he led her from the room, guiding her with quiet strength to their room.

And as Leyla's tears finally began to subside, she found solace in the presence of her friends, her partner; a reminder that even in the darkest of moments, she was no longer alone.

[rusted-pride]

[WISH U WERE HERE ! <3]

[amescastaignede]

Type: Reaction / Mini-Self Para.

Mentions: @laurent--stpierre

Amélie stood alone, a glass of prosecco in her hand. The room had been filled with laughter, and while she stood far from it, she could appreciate the coming together of family and friends. Scanning the room slowly, storing away small things, as all writers did for future use. However, that all changed in a heartbeat when her gaze caught on a figure who just walked through the door.

Laurent St. Pierre.

Tall and impeccably dressed, he exuded an air of confidence that drew eyes everywhere he went. To most, he was just another good-looking, well-off gentleman from France. They didn't see the mobster. They didn't see people laying dead across the city they called home. No, of course not. The media censored that kind of stuff, she'd know.

To Amélie, he was a living embodiment of her shattered family and the web of secrecy that had consumed her brother. She held all the French accountable, and there was something so achingly hateful about the thoughts she felt towards him, no matter how many times she tried to pray for forgiveness for those thoughts.

They still clouded her every day.

Laurent St. Pierre was a figure in the French Organization. She knew of him. But she quickly realized she didn't know all that much about him, or any of them, for that matter. One of the reasons she'd been struggling to get anything on them at all was because they were masters of their craft. Never a single thing left. Like they were freaking ghosts. Amélie's brother, Mathis, had been enticed by the promise of power and wealth. She was sure of it. Money or drugs were the biggest causes for people to live this kind of life. And as far as she'd been aware, he'd needed neither.

He'd never been without. Mathis had lived a comfortable life. So why? Why him? And why did he leave her — the question that haunted her more than she'd ever be willing to admit? Leaving their close-knit family behind to join the ranks of the criminal organization. It had torn their family apart, leaving wounds that had never fully healed.

Amélie's hands clenched around the delicate stem of her flute as she watched Laurent move through the crowd, her eye also catching Leyla as she entered. Another shock flashed across her features. She was aware of the couple, but still...this was unexpected. Her heart raced, a mix of anger, fear, and resentment bubbling up within her. How could her brother have abandoned them for this life? How could he have chosen to be a part of something so vile?

Amélie tore her gaze away, breath catching in her throat. It felt like she couldn't breathe, that all her air was being stolen from her chest. She'd been here so many times, and each time, it made her feel weak. She didn't want to hate anyone, but sometimes it was hard not to. Needing a moment to compose herself and gather her thoughts, she turned on her heel. Stepping away from the crowd until she found herself on a balcony overlooking Haringey.

Not much of a sight, she thought.

The night breeze whispered through her hair, and Amélie closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to steady herself. She could feel her anger and hatred burning within her, a fire that had been fueled by years of pain and betrayal. But she also knew that facing Laurent in her current state would only bring emotions she wasn't sure she was ready to handle and sort through just yet.

Before she even knew what she was doing, her phone rang until a voice broke through her reverie, soft yet firm. "Amélie." and she relaxed fully. Kipper. Because sometimes, every girl just needed their gay best friend.

[vfguxrds]

RECOVER :  for one muse to return the other’s lost belonging.

The guard hated leaving his post more than almost anything in the world. He knew he was lucky to be there at all, with no name to back him, no wealth of his own to stand on. Somehow, through the grace of god, perhaps, he had managed to work his way up the ranks and the only job he had now was protecting the royal family, with his life if necessary. So he hated leaving his post, but sometimes it was a necessity, like now as he caught a glimpse of the man to who he knew the wallet in his possession belonged. "Viscount Sidmouth!" He called, trailing after the man, "I believe this is yours, my lord. I believe you may have dropped it at the last ball but I knew not where to find you."

[uncharismatic-fauna]

Coelacanth

Habitat: Underwater sea caves

Strengths:

Can grow up to 2 m (6.6 ft) long and weigh over 90 kg (200 lb)

Very good eyesight, particularly in poor lighting

High mobility, able to make sharp turns and move in quick bursts of speed

Capable of sensing electric fields generated by other animals in the water

Weaknesses:

Narrow mouth with only a few small teeth

Generally slow moving

Photo by Laurent Ballest