#ft. isabel

[dahliayoung]

closed starter for @isabelguzman who: dahlia young and isabel guzman where: chilled creamery

Dahlia pushed open the door to the Chilled Creamery, the familiar chime of the bell ringing out as she stepped inside. Immediately, she was hit by the sweet smell of various ice cream flavors and fresh waffle cones, which brought a smile to her face. The last few days had been so unbearably hot that this was the perfect afternoon treat, and she’d been craving their ice cream all week. As she stepped up to the counter, Dahlia’s eyes scanned the specials board landing on today’s intriguing new flavor: Blueberry Cheesecake. She moved to get in line when she recognized the person immediately in front of her. “Isabel?” Lia called out, unsure before she came to stand beside her friend. “Oh my god, hi! I haven’t seen you in a while!”

[mayanoelle]

Maya really didn’t mind staying late at Latte Love – her commute home was just a flight of stairs and there was something peaceful about the shop at night after everyone had gone for the day. Well…almost everyone. Isabel seemed to be buried deep in paperwork, and hadn’t looked up in probably twenty minutes. She figured the girl needed a distraction. “Don’t worry about it,” she replied with a small smile. “I’ve got nowhere else to be right now.” Truthfully, Maya could tell that Isabel was overwhelmed, and she was just trying to nudge her towards taking a break. She glanced outside, watching as the streetlights began to glow in the dark, and turned her attention back to Isabel. “But if you need a snack or a top-up? Or a sympathetic ear? Just let me know.”

who: @mayanoelle

where: latte love

Time had officially gotten away from her, the next thing she knew it was dark outside and the paperwork in front of her still was blank. She had no idea how she was going to argue this case tomorrow when she couldn't think about anything to do with it. Maybe it was the drinks from earlier that night or maybe it was the constant looking over her shoulder to avoid any awkward conversation. Her eyes lift up to look at the worker in front of her. "God, I'm keeping you here way too long, aren't I, Maya?"

[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?"

[wcrstbehavior]

continued from here ( @inquirics )

Sloane should have known that this was where the conversation was headed. She almost regretted even saying anything in the first place, but it wasn't like she could take it back now. "Why would I say it if I didn't mean it, Izzy?"

[gone-naitfall]

Looking at the stars, admiring from afar . . .

My girl, my girl, my girl

— you will be my world, my world, my world

for @gyofukuki / Isabel Magnolia

[silkeared]

✷         closed  starter  for  @ichvrism :   [ isabelle ]

                location : potion & pentacle .

“fuck  …  shit  …  fuckshit.”  mei  had  never  cared  much  about  her  job.  if  there  was  one  thing  she  thought  she  was  semi - good  at  though,  outside  of  photography,  it  was  knowing  the  names  of  witchy  doohickeys  and  thingamabobs,  helping  the  more  clueless  wizards  —  the  beginners,  the  arcane  amateurs  —  navigate  the  store  and  find  exactly  what  they  wanted.  sunshine  had  been  long  awaited,  but  the  moment  the  rays  peeked  through  the  clouds  portum  had  gone  haywire  ;  nobody  knew  what  was  going  on  and,  somehow,  mei  was  still  expected  to  turn  up  every  day,  put  on  a  brave  face,  and  act  as  though  she  hadn’t  conjured  a  spectral  guinea - pig  that  was  currently  back  at  her  apartment  doing  laps  under  the  fridge.  her  power  was  uncontrollable.  it  was  seething,  it  had  a  mind  of  its  own.  the  moment  the  door  jingled  open  she  jumped,  and  in  one  whoosh  of  her  hand  had  sent  a  potion  bottle  flying  (  and  smashing  )  against  the  wall.  “ughh  …  ”  she  groaned  at  the  wreckage,  “there’s  no  way  i’m  staying  employed  until  the  end  of  the  day  at  this  point,  let  alone  the  week.” 

[humanoidalt]

Using popular lingo for this one...

Chat, how cooked am I?

[jawbrkrs]

"  what  the  hell  was  that  ?  I  thought  we  weren't  bringing  our  outside  lives  into  work  ?  "  𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 from  slapping  against  the  door  frame  behind  him.  his  broad  shoulder  only  expand  ,  stretching  the  fabric  of  his  shirt  to  its  limits  ,  palms  press  into  his  hips  ,  trying  to  restrain  the  frustration  threatening  to  erupt  from  his  voice.  "  if  there's  something  you  want  to  get  off  your  chest  then  by  all  means  spill  it.  " | @blvshed

[ii-naitfall]

You are precious to me. And this is not a secret. You are precious to me, evidently.

- Abdulsamad S. M.

[moved--naitfall]

@gyofukuki replied:

isa vc: beast levi emerges victorious!

Not a beast, Isabel. Wrong choice of words, Isabel.

[fadingmadness]

✦ ↬ closed starter ft @theirdiaries ( isabel conklin & haley james scott )

belly loved the beach, and despite winding up in this place without her own say so, she happened to love that it was along the water. it reminded her of cousins in a way that she was loathe to admit with everything she had just been through. but the sand and salt water air it was the place she was happiest. she had music playing from her phone and she looked up when she heard noise, "sorry, i didn't think anybody else was out here at this hour. i can turn my music down. or off totally, if it's bothering you."

[dxllfaces]

{ closed for @achings0ul }

"god i wish you'd have thought this through, before i went and fell in love with you."

[stpdad]

dynamic. silas and isabel

ft. @ntamed

‘ where do you think you're going? did you change your mind already? ’ silas asks, his voice carrying a deceptive warmth as he comes closer towards the brunette. his imposing body does not move an inch away from the door, making it impossible for the girl to leave, even if she wanted to. they've talked about this night for far too long and the fact that she's even come to this cheap hotel room is proof enough that some part of her does want him to claim her body. he's not letting her walk out of this place without a positive pregnancy test. he leans closer, shameless about the the massive bulge in his pants before he wraps his thick arms around her waist, his hands gliding beneath her panties so he can grab handfuls of her ass. ‘ you said you wanted this, kid. i have the camera set up and everything, just for you ’ which was his idea. he wants something to remember the night he bred her.

[antihcroes]

open starter: state of grace open to: anyone

"love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right."

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @ardentghcst

the truth is, ivy doesn't have a valid reason to stop isabelle's date. she is doing it regardless, always prioritizing her own feelings and impulses over everything else. ivy briefly contemplates the possibility of feigning a cough and pleading her best friend to stay behind to care for her instead, but the act itself is too theatrical even for someone like her. "what if they're in their fifties and really creepy?" she argues, though it's most likely not going to be that way, but who knows what isabelle's parents are thinking, really? "you promised you'd go to the party with me." she weaponises her signature pout, then, pulling at her best friend's arm like a kid at the candy store whose requests are cruelly denied. "you can't just bail on me the last minute."

[silkeared]

✷         closed  starter  for  @ichvrism :   [ isabelle ]

                location : station 13 .

pathetic.  a  firefighter  without  flame,  with  water  leaking  from  his  palms  in  slow  trickles.  it  wasn’t  as  if  fletcher’s  ability  was  powerful  enough  to  extinguish  anything  beyond  a  matchstick,  let  alone  a  blaze,  and  so  there  he  was  at  the  station  …  letting  the  time  pass  by.  what  else  was  he  meant  to  do ?  he  had  already  phoned  adelaide  to  make  sure  she  was  okay,  to  tell  her  that  he  would  swing  by  the  moment  he  could  ;  the  clock  ticked  slowly,  and  he  watched  the  other  members  of  his  battalion  surge  out  of  the  building  whenever  the  alarm  sounded.  his  power  was  his  everything  —  his  definition,  his  manhood,  his  defence.  without  it,  fletcher  was  nothing  more  than  a  scaly  shell.  “can  i  help  you ? ”  asked  the  dragon  when  he  noticed  a  shadow  in  the  doorway,  sauntering  through  the  lobby  to  meet  them,  “i’ll  have  to  warn  you,  though  —  i’m  not  overly  equipped  to  deal  with  emergencies  now  that  everyone’s  abilities  seem  to  be  up  the  damn  wall.”