#seethingblooms

[pcisonpctal]

❧ @seethingblooms ❧ mayor's garden party

“How likely do we think this is going to go south?” After the last few days, who could blame anyone for having those thoughts? Elena wasn’t one to talk around the bush, rather forward in certain moments. And who would know better than Beren? If she trusted someone to have an eye on things, to know stuff before it happened, that was the person she’d go to. “Honestly, after the last few days this just seems scummy. Fake.” Of course, there wasn’t a single doubt about there being something more to it.

With a sigh she lifted the glass in her hand, sipping quietly before she scanned the crowd around them. Some people seemed so oblivious, while others seemed to hover with painted smiles. It was quite the patchwork blanket of emotions.

[sebastianvb]

closed starter for @seethingblooms

"Are you starting to miss the falling ceiling too?" Call him dramatic—but he'd take a rain of glass over standing around prettily out of obligation.

"Maybe the Mayor died," he says with an air of nonchalance that borders on excitement, tugging at his tie like it's choking him. He throws her a sideways glance, amused, and offers her a glass with his gloved hand—beneath it, a tactfully hidden bruise wrapped in bandages that will need tending after the party.

"You are kind of turning into a bad omen," he adds, a dash of playfulness to his tone, "no offense."

[cfichor]

starter. beren , ( @seethingblooms ) location. sunny side wake ups

there  is  the  hint  of  something  lingering  ,  just  on  the  edges  of  his  vision  ,  like  fireflies  in  late  summer  ;  they  sparkle  ,  they  dance  ,  and  when  he  turns  his  head  ,  they  disappear  as  if  they  never  belonged  in  the  first  place  .  it's  comical  to  him  ,  brings  forth  a  wide  grin  that  settles  on  his  lips  ,  perhaps  too  wide  ,  perhaps  bordering  on  the  question  of  whether  he  has  completely  lost  his  mind  finally  .  how  he  ends  up  at  the  diner  ,  cian  isn't  one  hundred  percent  certain  ,  but  he  enters  all  the  same  ;  some  coffee  will  do  him  some  good  ,  anyway  .  ❝  did  you  know  that  you  have  this  little  blue  guy  that's  hanging  off  your  shoulder?  he's  cute  ,  really  ,  so  did  you  name  him?  ❞  he  questions  ,  as  he  leans  against  a  doorframe  that  he  hadn't  realized  he'd  maneuvered  to  ,  let  alone  why  he  approached  her  in  the  first  place  .  but  it  seemed  that  the  hallucinations  hadn't  yet  eased  from  his  vision  ,  despite  the  hours  of  night  air  he'd  consumed  into  his  lungs  .

[thefactionhq]

is oscar isaac wanted here ??? and if so are there any connections ???

yes!! so some connections you could try are diego's ride or die underboss, beren's ex-husband or her rebound (need to contact feya at either @seethingblooms or on her discord), or eli's cop connection. but i think the fan favorite idea (suggested by our lovely yasmin originally) is oscar could also be the oldest dragotta, which is spawning this entire backstory in the discord, lol.

[seethingblooms]

Coincidence takes a whole lot of planning, knock me down, but soon I'll be standing

SEETHINGBLOOMS: INTRODUCING BEREN DURMAZ, A DEPENDENT CHARACTER AS WRITTEN BY FEYA. INTRO + CHATS + INSP + VIS + RESOURCES

So easy like it ain't demanding, but coincidence takes a whole lot of planning

[cultesdesghoules]

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[alstramenea]

@seethingblooming

MICHELLE K. X MOON PATROL

Four Rhythms(2014);

Red Riding Hood (2017), digital collage

[sebastianvb]

For: @seethingblooms Where: Turkish Delight

A wisp of sunlight catches on the dark lenses of his sunglasses as the boy successfully dodges being touched, angling himself away from what he presumes is security and their grabby hands with an incredulous expression on his face. "—Are you trying to die?" sheer, unfiltered disbelief catches on his throat as he pushes the sunglasses down the bridge of his nose slightly, skimming them from head to toe as a small crease forms the center of his forehead. "You want to touch me, you buy me drinks first... except I'm not interested, so—shoo." he waves them off with his hand, dismissively, as if shooing a stray dog, and promptly redirects his attention to where it matters.

A smile—and his features soften again, his eyes glint with playfulness as the hostility drains from him. "I've decided to forgive you," he declares, even though no apologies had been uttered; a dark gift box wrapped in a red bow is placed on her table unceremoniously. "Even though you didn't come see me while I was on my deathbed—" meaning an inchy face, at most, but Sebastian always had a flair for the dramatics. "I'm going to forgive you because I'm a very Zen person… and I'm also on a lot of pain medication right now," he gestures towards the box with a slight movement of his head, eagerness barely concealed in the way he waits there, eager, hands entwined behind his back, impatiently fidgeting. "Go on... it doesn't bite, you can open it... You throw me out if you don't like it. But—you do it, okay? I don't like Mr.Handsy over there; he's way too eager to get his hands on my tight little body."

[thefactionhq]

+2 WANTED CONNECTIONS

KERI RUSSELL, FORTY- SEVEN ] ADDISON FERRARO (nee’ ALLEN) has been asking around town about their YOUNGER SISTERS (0/3). Seems like they’re THIRTY EIGHT and FORTY-TWO to FORTY-FIVE and look like SOPHIA BUSH, ALISON BRIE, MINKA KELLY, JENNA DEWAN, EMMY ROSSUM, LYNDSY FONSECA I think you DO NOT need to tell @addisonferraro if you see them. More details: These characters are 100% up to you, I just ask that you keep their names, which are Hannah (second), Cassidy (third), and Lindsey Allen (fourth). if you’d really like to change one, please message. <3 the four Allen sisters grew up on the Upper East Side of Manhattan with a silver spoon in their mouths. Dad was a partner at some big law firm while mom was in public relations. They have a super close bond, all four sisters are best friends. Like I said this can be 100% up to you. You can make them clean or dirty, Addison is clean.

[ BURCU OZBERK, 36 ] BEREN DURMAZ has been asking around town about their EX-HUSBAND. Seems like they’re 35-45 and look like BRENDAN SKLENAR, HENRY GOLDING, RAHUL KOHLI, PETER GADIOT, JOHN KRASINKSI, CHRIS EVANS, GABRIEL LUNA, UTP and I think you DO need to tell @seethingblooms / feybays if you see them. More details: Beren and her husband got along well for the most part, but then she turned secretive and distant and their relationship fell apart with the pair eventually divorcing. I have a few ideas about why she turned secretively and I think the divorce was her idea, but we can work out specifics and how they both feel about the divorce.

[thefactionhq]

@backslashed @seethingblooms

[sebastianvb]

Immediately does his body recoil, only catching sight of the jagged shards as they fall around him like rain---more screaming echoes into his eardrum, mixed with the deafening beat of a song drowned out by the confused crowd, the heat was climbing up the railings, and he tried to to focus on her rather than the panic wanting to crawl between his ribs.

"-Shit!" he kneels down next to Beren, his voice significantly less carefree than it had been moments prior, suddenly tinged with significant worry. "Are you okay?" he asks, gloved hands shielding his head, honed blue eyes skimming through her body for cuts, slicing through the daze of his inebriation with remarkable ease; he was quite alert now, really, but he hadn't been able to notice if she'd been gravely injured or not. "Are you hurt? Can you walk?"

The moment the panicked message that they were being raided sounded over the phone, the call punctuated by gun shots, Beren's office had emptied out with barely an exchange of nods. Everyone understood that something had gone wrong and it went unsaid that they both wanted to keep breathing and no one had authorized this betrayal. Going their separate ways, Beren didn't pay attention to where her companion went, instead going to the walkway to look down at the panic below. She could see smoke, but she could also see flame, the crowd below a writhing mass of panic.

"Something that wasn't on the schedule." Beren told him, words short and voice testy. She didn't have time to mollycoddle rich boys. "Don't worry, security will -" Her words were cut off by the shattering of glass over their heads, large shards falling from the ceiling even as she jerked back. One of them cut her and she lost her balance in shock, falling back and landing hard on the floor. "Fuck."

[pcisonpctal]

A nod. That was all that was needed in that very moment. Elena wasn’t foolish enough to believe that this day didn’t come with pressure, a dire need to uphold appearances and assure that outsiders saw them as nothing but civilians and those in the known as nothing but professional people within their respective field. Anything beyond that was a bonus. The florist glanced around the crowd, sipping from the flute of champagne in her hands. This picnic was bound to hold more than simple gestures. In fact, with the melting pot of people from various gangs it almost seemed bound to go wrong.

“I will let you know about anything. If there is something I notice, any odd or shady person.” Despite the seriousness of the conversation, she still managed a smile, simply desiring to keep up appearances the way Beren had requested, nay, demanded of her and the others. It was a demand Elena could have ever dared deny the other. No, the thought never even crossed her mind. ❧ @seethingblooms

Perhaps Elena felt pressured to perform considering the new and uncertain role she played in Tohum's growth, but Beren didn't feel much sympathy for her because wasn't that always a woman's role? A pressure to perform and deliver for others? They weren't allowed to complain, they weren't allowed to waver. What was it that Ginger Rogers said? She did everything Fred Astaire did, but backwards and in high heels? It was the truest possible thing.

"That's exactly what it means. We're not going to be bothered or let on that anything is wrong. Everything is always perfect in our world because appearances are everything." It was tiring, but it was true, and Beren wasn't about to falter after coming this far. "Tell me who approaches you and if anyone says anything strange."

[pcisonpctal]

Poised. That word left no room for misinterpretation. They had to appear a certain way and Elena was going to be the last person to dare ruin that. Her smile shifted, replaced instead by a look of serious certainty that she was going to try. “No matter what direction. You’ll hear no complaints from me.” A sip. “I take it that means we’ll be moving about as though nothing is wrong and celebrating the holiday with the rest of the people?”

A charade, nothing more than that. It wouldn’t be an actual celebration. In fact, none of this felt as though this was a celebration at all. A cover up; something that may have started with the same letter but that was as far as things went. “I trust your judgement.” The brunette always had and always would. And if there was something she could agree on it was the danger within the smile of a politician. ❧ @seethingblooms

"There's a chance," Beren allowed, twisting a lock of hair around and around a finger to keep herself from crossing her arms. As much as she generally thrived at social events, Beren knew that parties had stopped being just parties for her as soon as she elevated in status to the leader of the Tohum. Part of her couldn't help but feel on edge and like she was walking into a trap because a raid on one of her businesses meant there was a vulnerability. There was a leak somewhere in her organization, there had to be, and what's worse was that if she came to that conclusion, so would the others. Who would want to do business with them if there was a threat of a raid?

"Never trust a politician, especially if they're smiling." She didn't want to be there, but she couldn't say that. "Appearances are everything, and we'll be poised no matter what direction things take."

[sebastianvb]

"Wake... Mayor speech," he says, his gloved hands weaving through the air with spindly fingers, as if theatrically stitching his point together. "Have you ever heard that fossil give a speech? Same difference, trust me." He drawls, a pained—nearly whiny—intonation clinging to his words, befitting a suffering soul who’s endured one too many of them.

She’s so grouchy. As if his very presence vexes her. Fascinating. He finds it all so endearing.

"I’ve sucked a lot of questionable things in my life, it’s true—but I don’t think luck’s one of them. Things just always end well for me. It's like I'm... God’s favorite or something." Or he’s just a white, rich man, who happens to be conventionally attractive, so things inexplicably fall into place—but the chirpy pride in his voice makes it clear: reflecting on social status isn’t something he does often, if ever.

"You look pretty… did you do something to your hair? It looks nice." Despite her sharp tongue, that dumb, adoring look on his face remains completely unaffected. "You know, if the ceiling falls again, you're welcome to use me as your shield."

Giving him a disbelieving look, Beren lifted her chin slightly in an undeniably haughty and judgemental way. "If the mayor died, it would be all over the news and this would have been turned into a wake." Which would have been fine because she looked fabulous in black, but she didn't feel like humoring him, his blase attitude getting under her skin even if she knew it could be argued that she owed him.

Hero her ass.

"Or perhaps you suck all the luck out of a room." She responded, her voice deceptively light as she shrugged a shoulder. "No offense."