#graciel

[liliennacht]

love the Read or Not (2019) fandom for having a glorious amount of Time Loop Fanficsin which Daniel gets to live

[sapphiel]

Another OC height chart, this time of the Primrose Family~

[jgracie]

https://www.tiktok.com/@katbrookelarsen/video/7360182920348224810?_t=8mBgZZriEdn&_r=1

JJ AND SMARTIEPANTS PROM TRANSITION (but with a football 😁)

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ok so basically.... what ur saying is i should write special prom hcs JUST for jj and smartiepants.... wow thank u anon u r so incredibly smart !!!!! 😊

THIS IS SO THEM CODED THO STOPPPP 😭 literally my fave people in the world

[mosaic-marquise]

Hi :3c💖💕my mc's stage name is Circe (real name Gracielle Urbina) and her band's name is Pharmakós.🔮 They play alternative music and the main influences I have for her music are: Ethel Cain, Lana del Rey, Florence + the Machine, and fka twigs :3

She will romance anyone because the absence of love has turned her into a hunter and BOTB are their new stomping grounds.

[folkoreluvr]

Return of the dragon | chapter four: it’s a wonderful lie

Thomas Mann was proving to be a real pain in the ass. He was supposed to be a nobody, someone she spoke to once then never remembered but he was intent on sticking around. They had gone on a few dates and he was a nice guy just not for Grace. In truth she found him boring and mildly irritating. He rarely elected to aske her questions due to him being too busy dick riding her father. I fucking hate my dad she thought. She found he lacked passion and adventure and creativity, he was quite content to stay where he was born and live the same life as his dad and never be original. There was nothing inherently wrong with Thomas it was just that she could never even picture herself liking him let alone be her husband, if she would ever want one.

So when he called her on a Wednesday afternoon and said he was taking her to a diner he likes she was intrigued. Fancy restaurant dates were never her thing and she loved American diners. He had rolled up in a red Lamborghini and driven her to a small diner on the outskirts of Manhattan. It had dark blue walls and shiny leather boots. Memorabilia of all decades decorated the walls and in the corner was a mahogany jukebox. Grace was ecstatic, this is what drew her in. she couldnt care less about fancy dinners and expensive gifts, she wanted individuality and she found it far more meaningful if someone learned what she liked and made a charming date she would adore them forever. He led her to a booth In the far right corner and sat across from her. They made small talk about their weeks until their food arrived. When grace was halfway through her burger he cleared his throat and looked at her expectantly. She glanced back confused and put the burger down with a small frown on her face.

"I actually brought you here to talk about something, away from the paparazzi and listeners." Now she was even more confused.

"is everything okay?"

"my dad wants me to marry and expects me to have kids in the near future and well I know yours does too and I was hoping we could work out an arrangemen-"

oh her heart dropped. He didnt actually like her and had no interest in actually forming a connection. why would he Im me.

"Im sorry but no. I have no interest in any of this" she watched his face drop and his hands fall to his lap awkwardly before she put the pieces together. "who is she?"

"what?" got you the look on his face confirmed her suspicions. He didnt look shocked he looked caught and  mentally she patted herself on the back for being so smart.

"the girl youre in love with. I take it that if you marry her your cash flow stops because your dad wants you to marry someone higher up, someone like me."

"yes but be honest grace your dad expects the same. Have to marry someone he approves of someone he picked. Were both stuck in this I thought you might help me. We would be married only to the public and our parents but in private we could do as we wished."

"I dont want to marry you or anyone"

"but-"

"look, we could pretend to be together for our families sake and find a way to convince our parents it wouldnt be good for us to marry. Ill get my dad off my back and you can search for a woman in a similar predicament to you, Im sure there are many"

"thank-you Grace really"she smiled at him for a second then sunk her teeth back into her burger

Fuck my life

At dinner that Saturday night Grace told tony about how she and Thomas were now in a relationship and watched him nearly jump for jump for joy, she probably would have felt bad about lying to him if he wasnt such a dick. She had a feeling Pepper already knew however, she didnt exactly seem convinced and was oddly quiet the rest of the night. She had walked grace to the elevator to their pent house and kissed her on the cheek.. 

"I only want you to be happy" she said quietly and Grace just smiled back and hugged her goodnight.

———

"alright now that the boring shits over I have something to announce" tony stark had said to the team, some looked exited like Sam, others grimaced like Bucky or Nat or simply sat their bracing themselves, like grace was. If her father decided to announce her new relationship status in front of the team and in front of Loki especially she would probably punch him straight in the jaw and hope it breaks. "the avengers team is having their first every pool party. An actual pool party and not a few drunk people swimming in their underwear like its high school again"

"who did that in high school" Steve asked with a confused look on his face forgetting not everyone on the team went to high school in the 1930s

"I did" Grace smirked.

"you were home-schooled?" tony said with a look of confusion.

"and yet I was invited to every teenagers pool party in Manhattan"

"moving on" he mumbled "its an avengers thing for team building but Sylvie is welcome to come she was now officially living in a spare room at the compound" Grace still couldnt get the strange sense of déjà vu out of her brain every time she looked at her.

"could I bring Thomas, he would love this sort of thing" this was her key to selling their relationship she mentioned casually that he swam in high school and loved the pool and did her best to pretend like she hadnt read that in an interview article at 3 am the night before.

"of course you can" she caught Loki rolling her eyes as she smiled at her dad.

"I thought this was for avengers not riff raff" he really was a ginormous prick.

"the stark family always makes exceptions for things like boyfriends" and she paused and looked him up and down "psychopaths apparently too" a satisfied smug grew on her face as she watched Thor hold his brother down to prevent him for leaning across the table with a dagger in hand. She truly loved pissing him off and since he often started most of their fights Grace felt he deserved it. She only wished he would look less attractive glaring at her.

"perhaps,"Steve interjected "we can all use this as a way of working out our grievances with each other and stop trying to kill each other" the last part was said in emphasis as he glared at Grace and Loki, both of which did not seem pleased.

"oh come on its hardly my fault hes got such a rod up his ass."

"nor is it mine that the only person willing to be with her is the most dull man in the universe"

"fuck you Loki"

"Kunta" he mumbled at her in old Norse

"LOKI" Thor bellowed at his brother.

and thats meeting adjourned Thor marched Loki out of the room and grace watched and rolled her eyes until she stormed out too.

———

A loud rummaging awoke Grace from her sleep, it was coming from the bathroom and for a second she debated leaving it and hoping nobody killed her in her sleep. Begrudgingly, she got out of bed and slowly walked towards the bathroom. She opened the door as quietly as she could but to her disappointment it was only Loki. He looked up and saw her in the mirror and glared at her reflection.

"oh goodie youre back" she murmured sarcastically, he rolled his eyes and continued dabbing his arm with a rag. Upon further inspection she saw that he had injured himself which was odd because it was nearly impossible but she only took pleasure in his suffering. He removed the now crimson rag and she saw just how grim his wound looked. “that is disgusting” she cringed and Loki looked impossibly more irritated.

"Im perfectly well stark dont you worry"

"isnt that disappointing. You woke me up and I find out our not even dying"

"its 10am why were you asleep?"

"fuck off I had a late night" he rolled his eyes again and threw the bloody rag in the bathroom bin.

"out with that boring man again stark? You may be you but surely theres someone else who wants to be with you." She walked out of the room and slammed the door shouting "bye asshole I hope you bleed out"

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Farxiga farxiga lets do the dapagilfalozin daaaaaaaaaaance! /ref

[somewherefornow]

INGVIE & DARJEEL in SWORD AND SORCERY (2012)

[fofoqueaqui]

Polêmica familiar Perfil fake de Graciele Lacerda teria acusado Wanessa Camargo de traição

[swirlzdedestdeoverest]

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[marygoo69]

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[ocombatenterondonia]

Grávida de Zezé, Graciele Lacerda exibe barriguinha saliente: ‘Colocando para jogo’

Graciele Lacerda, de 43 anos, exibiu a barriguinha de grávida, nesta segunda-feira (16), e encantou os seguidores das redes sociais. Gestante do primeiro filho com o cantor sertanejo Zezé Di Camargo, de 62, a influenciadora combinou um cropped todo cheio de brilho com uma calça jeans e brincou ao compartilhar cliques: “Colocando a barriga pra jogo!!!”. Nos comentários, foi muito elogiada. “Mamãe…

[jgracie]

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jj and smartie vibes

YESSSS ANON UR SO RIGHT!!!!!! def them after jupiter high wins a game 😇😇 i KNOW smartiepants is always wearing purple accessories to all his games

[mosaic-marquise]

I haven't posted anything art related in so long, all I have is wips.😞I've been loving Infamous and 100/10 recc u go and play the demo because yes :3c 🥳

I want to see about actually putting in some effort into creating a character page for Gracielle for this story. So far I've decided on her stage name being Circe, and the band name being Pharmakós- focus mainly in alterative music. :3c 🔮 Main music insp for their music: Ethel Cain, fka twigs, Florence + the Machine (choosing influences is so hard what the heck someone help)

[folkoreluvr]

return of the dragon I - the prodigal child returns

loki x fem oc (stark)

summary: eight years ago, gracielle stark was banished from new york and all but disowned by her father Tony Stark. now shes back with a hazy past and powers she cant quite control. ones that her enemy, loki odinson knows all too well. and when people from graces past return with threats grace loki offers a helping hand in order to get close to her and figure out her true intentions.

warnings (gonna put these at the start of the fic and then not on seperate chapters so heres all warnings for the entire fic): blood, gore, graphic descriptions of violence and injury, death, murder, sex, smut, sexual assult, grooming (not romantic), readers a stark so gals fucked up, tony stark, slight kink content, gay people, not very canon compliant, stick the dick

w/c: 1.8k

authors note: im posting a ton about this on tiktok and its also being published on my wattpad- both are under midnightsloki. thanks for reading

It had been eight years since the fall of Gracielle Stark, since she had fled New York and the grasp of her soul-sucking family.

She had once belonged to the inventor dynasty, the great Stark family but grace had been too different and she had no intent of being like her father or the four generations before him. She was no scientist or inventor or even capable of social situations, she was a recluse. she hated parties and politics and business and making tech. She had been 16 when it had happened, her banishment, but the wound that had been caused was still bleeding and it was too deep to stitch up and bandage and get over it. Her father had granted her the life she wanted by erasing her from his own, if he had claimed her so much on a whim she couldn't pretend to be shocked when Tony Stark had dropped her. Blood may run thicker than water but it can slip between your fingers just the same. but This time it's different, for everyone, this time when she stands in a loud room and sips on a strong drink in a dress no short of elegant she knows that her father did not place her there, nor can he dispense her. Not this time. she would take back what he stole from her, she could play happy families if it meant finally  getting revenge on her father for all the heartache he had caused her.

“We are about to be late to my own party where the hell is she.” Tony Stark murmured with annoyance, glancing anxiously at the Rolex his wife had gifted him last Christmas.

“She’ll be here Tony relax, don't scare our daughter away before we even get her back.” Pepper Potts had said whilst she fixed the bowtie on his collar. Whilst pepper had been ever so happy to get her “step” daughter back, Tony had been nervous. He knew he had been her ruin eight years ago and understood the deep hatred his daughter harboured for him because of it. Then the pair had heard the clipping of her gold tom ford heels as grace approached them holding her three year old sister Morgan. Her dress was made of soft silk, the olive green fabric flowed lightly all the way to her feet, the straps on her shoulders glimmered in gold and her jewellery was gold to match, two emerald green earrings that dangled softly. Her hands were scattered in gold rings and her wrists had small gold bangles latched on, a gold choker with emeralds floating along it completed her jewellery. Her signature burgundy lipstick was painted across her fake smile and her hair had been tied up as usual. Tonight it is part of her hair pulled back and into a twist. She looked as elegant as she always had and now that she was older she looked it even more.

“what happened to your dress” was all her dad could say as his three year old daughter ran over to him. His eldest rolled her dark eyes, the same eyes as him, and pulled her phone out of her Vivienne Westwood clutch.

“I wanted to wear this one, its more my style don’t you think?” she asked, pushing a piece of her brown hair off her shoulder as her mother gave her a quick kiss to her cheek.

“you were supposed to wear red, we need to look united and normal so people are less judging.” Tony stark was reaching the end of his short tether and as per usual his daughter was making him question his sanity. He found being an avenger easier than raising a daughter.

“ we look scarily alike dad I think people will know I’m your daughter, besides green is more my colour.”

“funny, there’s a very grouchy god who likes to say the same thing.” But a quick glance at his watch showed him he did not have the time to make digs at his least favourite avenger, “ok we need to go now, Happy is waiting in the car” and with that the wealthy family made their way to the party. The car ride was almost entirely silent with the two most stubborn starks not talking. Pepper had tried making small talk to smother the uncomfortable silence but her futile attempts had ceased after seeing the shared scowl across both of their faces. The event celebrating 85 years of stark industries was being held at the plaza. High ups at the company were invited along with family friends, potential investors and even the avengers team were to be in attendance tonight, now with their newest member. Graces hands began to shake with nerves, everyone would be watching her every move, trying to prod and poke at the mystery that is Grace Stark. With a deep breath she raised her head and straightened her shoulders and pushed open the doors to the golden hall. As she had already guessed, almost everyone turned to look at her but she did her best to ignore them and her rattling nerves as she descended down the luxurious carpet stairs and walked straight to the bar to settle her anxious stomach.

After three hours of endless, meaningless conversation and gin grace was ready to go home. Parties like these always dragged on, there was rarely anyone her age in attendance and the music was always stuffy. Natasha was drawling on about a mission she had just been on but Grace wasn’t listening, her attention was caught on the tall man stood in the corner, his black hair was slicked back and his green eyes focused on the crowd. He wore a slick black suit that almost looked like armour stretched across his godly shoulders. The man was Loki Odinson, her father’s worst enemy and the younger brother of Thor Odinson. He carried himself like a prince, with strong posture that radiated dignity and a calculated look that made him look dangerous, if the rest of him wasn’t already a giveaway. He was easily the tallest person in the room, taller than his muscular hunk of a brother even. It made him stand out like a sore thumb and she imagined he hated it as he looked as if he was hiding in the corner and she certainly  could not blame him

A woman on the terrace caught his attention, her soft curls blowing in the soft evening wind and her green ensemble drawing him to her. It was something different about her that kept his curious gaze on her. She looked familiar, like he had seen her before somewhere but Loki couldn’t place it.

“who is the woman talking to Natasha?” the god asked, turning to his brother who smirked irritatingly before answering.

“that is lady grace, she’s the new avenger that’s moved in the room opposite yours, how have you two not crossed paths already brother?” Thor had laughed loudly which made Loki internally cringe.

“she looks eerily familiar is all” his suave voice spoke, hiding the interest he had taken to the beautiful girl with the dark eyes.

“she’s starks daughter” his slight smirk had instantly faded the minute the name of that vile man had left Thor's lips. the norns were playing their cruel tricks on Loki again, the only woman Loki had taken even the slightest of interest to in the two years being on this planet just had to be the offspring of the man he hated most. The vain, greedy and horrid man could not have created such a stunning creature, it just wasn’t possible. She would probably be just as bad as he is, Loki thought with a grimace. Two starks, the norns were being cruel to him indeed.

Grace turned to look at the god lingering in the corner and caught her breath in her throat as she saw that he was already looking at her. She had stared at him until her face started to flush like a schoolgirl with a crush. Loki watched her for the remainder of the night, not thinking much of it until she laughed at a joke Clint Barton made and a nearby candle stick that had been left unlit burst to life with a flickering flame. Loki knew none of his fellow avengers possessed any sort of power that would be capable of doing that, he also knew of how rare that sort of power is. It had last been one and a half thousand years since someone had possessed power like it.

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Dracoris was a being on Asgard who controlled and summoned fire, they rode the large, fire breathing scaled beasts known as dragons or drekki  and fought in gruesome, violent wars that people don't even dare to talk about it. Their power was almost unstoppable, being passed between people at the decision of a mysterious and unbreakable jade green stone. Odin's daughter and heir, Princess Hela had wanted this power for herself however and so she decided to take it using the only magic in Asgard that was forbidden, blood magic. When her spell had failed and her blind rage had taken over the princess had slaughtered Dracoris in her rage, killing the last dragons on Asgard too. The three unhatched eggs were stolen from their beds of fire in Asgard's north caves where dragons lived and brought back to the palace. Upon Hela’s imprisonment the eggs were placed in the Odin’s vault.  But no amount of fire made them hatch and without their queen the unborn dragons lay cold.

Dracoris never retuned not for over a hundred years and people began to worry, none more so that the great king Odin. He was on the very brink of war with the frost giants, and pure dragon fire was the very thing he needed to win the fight with laufey and his giants.

On the stormiest night Asgard had ever seen a huntched old man covered In a tattered black cape had demanded an audience with the king and queen. the man revealed a prophecy on the return of Dracoris.

it will be many years, more than a thousand but the dragon will return. The dragons will soar the skies and the realm will see peace like any other. she will not be born to Asgard but shall be brought by love and fire. Dracoris will marry the eldest child of the rightful heir to the throne and their child shall have the blood of old elementia.

Odin had been overjoyed, almost bouncing with giddy. He smiled over at his expecting wife, content in the fact that his child would bring about the return of the dragon. haggard old man said one more thing before he left: they shall call her the dragon princess then later the dragon queen. the first that has ever been.

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Wanessa Camargo reflete em meio a polêmica familiar envolvendo a madrasta

1 de 18 Wanessa Camargo refletiu no Dia do Irmão, nesta quinta-feira (5), e mandou um recado para os irmãos Camila Camargo, Igor Camargo e a futura irmã Clara, fruto do relacionamento de Zezé di Camargo e Graciele Lacerda. (Foto: SBT) Wanessa Camargo refletiu no Dia do Irmão, nesta quinta-feira (5), e mandou um recado para os irmãos Camila Camargo, Igor Camargo e a futura irmã Clara, fruto do…

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