#thread: mia

[lavendarneverlands]

Word association game

How it works: I will list 10 random words, you will list the first words that come to your mind in response, & then tag 10 friends.

Example:

Cereal —> Tricks

Apple —> Green

Unicorn —> Button

Purple —> Lavender

Flower —> Daisy

Books —> Aelin

Swift —> Nation

Love —> Letters

Cat —> Love

Mystery —> Murder

@acourtofquestions @adaisybyanyothername @ordinarythingsiflovecaneverbe @everytaylorswiftsongisaboutcats

[blushdrunks]

a closed starter for my beautiful fiancée, @meltsintoyou, from mia bartolomei.

she wrapped her towel around her frame and walked into her bedroom. a smile pulled at her lips when she saw tristan sitting up in her bed and she leaned against the doorway, "you might as well leave your things here, you know. you should have drawers and room in the closet. we need a bigger home..." she murmured and wrinkled up her nose. "i need to be able to afford it, though."

[canncnball]

a starter for my beautiful baby fiancée, @doddshannah.

after taking a hit from the joint that he soon placed in the ashtray and drinking a sip of wine from the glass she poured for himself, tristan relaxed back against the couch upstairs and watched as mia continued to paint. "you know, i have never seen someone so passionate about their work. you're always like this. it's beautiful."

[whambam-ink]

Chronic shipper brain disease aside, my greatest hope for the HD re-releases of AJ, DD, and SoJ is that it reels in some more naruodo enjoyers / tolerators.

Not shippers, per say (although that would be nice), but at least people who see their fun broken-but-then-mended hero worship dynamic across all three games,

look at the fan art and fan fics made about it, and go, “It may not be my thing, but I get the appeal,” instead of picking up their metaphorical pitchforks because of an 11-year age difference between two unrelated adults who met as adults.

[queerofthedagger]

if you're my friend and haven't read the silmarillion yet, or want to re-read it but are lacking motivation, i can only tell you that if you do i will have an entire collection of posts i collect for you for each chapter and then you will scream a little over one thing and i will spent two hours sending you various posts, fanart i have carefully gallery'd, 20-min-long voice messages losing my mind rambling madly over things, and a bunch of memes. this could be you. read the silmarillion <3

[karizipan]

mew year old orv stuff

[dr-pebbles]

>> It was 7 pm in the evening, the sky was dark and overcast and the air was dry and cold. Dr. Stone stood idly waiting in line at the lobby. The cold air did not faze her as much as the extra hours at her job did. She had to stay behind to do extra work as she found new discoveries with her current specimens.

Her eyes were feeling heavy. She let out a yawn, and then took off her glasses to clean the fog off.

@miast0ne

[cellbitupdates]

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[timeguardians]

Open to male muses: Muse: Mia Thermopolis

His eyes are like glittering jewels, Mia can not help but notice. YET, despite being a guest of honor at the Genovian dinner, he looked moody, bored even. Fingers clumsily brush along his shoulder where she discovers a piece of lint in need of removal. "Is everything alright?"

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Starter for: Evelyn Zabini @zabinixevelyn Where: her wedding When: during dinner

As much as Bellatrix could not care less for weddings, she had been flattered that Evelyn wanted her as Maid of Honour. Truly, she hadn't realised she'd made such an impression on the younger witch. Her initial inclination had been to refuse, especially considering she had just fulfilled the same role for Narcissa not so long ago. But her desire for games and cruel mirth overruled, and she decided to accept in hopes that Evelyn would kill the man before the day - or that she'd have the opportunity to toy with him herself. There was a part of her too, that felt she could not leave her - friend, she supposed - to endure such a horrible day all alone without a shred of feminine support.

So here she was, dressed in the lilac slip that Evelyn had chosen. It was far from her usual selection of heavy dresses, but she had no shame in her figure and did not think twice about the way the material hugged her curves. The only alteration she had made was to combine it with long gloves, refusing, point blank, to commit the atrocity of concealing her Dark Mark with magic. She would never.

The ceremony passed. The reception, too. By then, she was becoming impatient, and as dinner rolled around, she accepted that Evelyn wasn't going to do anything to her new beau. Lingering by the bar with Rodolphus for a while, she then abandoned him in favour of approaching the high table, inserting herself between Evelyn and Zafar just as soup was being served. She'd been on her best behaviour. She deserved a little frivolity.

Looking between them a moment, observing two miserable faces, the male seemingly horrified by her presence, she lit up and laughed. "Worried your soup is poisoned, Zafar?" Bending forward, she snatched up his spoon and dipped it deeply into his bowl, then raised it with a show to her lips. She never did anything by half. Good thing she liked the flavour.

Pausing indicatively, she dropped the spoon back down. "Oh, too bad. It isn't."

[blushdrunks]

a closed starter for my beautiful fiancée, @meltsintoyou, from mia bartolomei.

her arms were wrapped up in bandages from the way she mutilated her skin and her throat was so sore from the way they had to pump her stomach. the coal and the chemicals they had to use to remove all of the drugs out of her system just fucked her up royally. she was curled up in the hospital bed with an IV in her arm keeping her pumped with benzos to keep her calm. stephen and emily had been in and out of the room, but the moment mia saw her best friend show up, she completely broke down.

her tiny frame trembled and shook as she cried and she shook her head, "i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, tris..." she gasped and squeezed her eyes shut. "my head was s-so fucking dark. they said they wanted to keep me for a while, but i can't do that again. i can't stay here, tristan. please don't let them keep me. please get mum and dad to tell them no. i'll go to therapy, i w-won't do this again. just don't let them keep me," she choked out.

[bittcrsuite]

continued from here ♡ ( @deviiates )

“i’m serious.” she nods once, firm in her belief that this is what she wants. the silence lasts a beat too long for mia. fear begins to creep in, reminding her that miles could very easily not feel the same way. she holds his gaze, unwilling to break eye contact. she had to hold her ground. she knew rejection was a possibility — she just wasn’t prepared for it to actually be one. his words don’t register for a moment. as they sink in, she lets out a sigh of relief followed by a laugh. “thank fucking god. you were making me nervous.” mia takes a step forward, hands reaching up to cup his face. “anyone and anything? are you sure? that’s a lot of things.”

[scryptids]

location: the dance stupid

closed starter for: @sparepcrts (jovi)

"did i tell you that guy from the bar last week asked me out?" the question came out of nowhere, though if anyone wouldn't be phased by one of mia's random outbursts, it would be jovi. "the kinda cute one that wouldn't leave me alone? i think you'd already gone home or whatever, and he sidled on up and gave me his number. i still haven't responded to his text."

[evrenosman]

"That a mustang motor in that corner over there?" The brunette questioned as he pointed, looking back at Mia before he flicked out the cigarette in his hand. He was trying to quit the gross habit - it was something he'd been trying to do for awhile, and while he'd cut back tremendously he'd not made it there just yet - and despite the fact that he'd wasted nearly half a cigarette tossing it out, at least the craving was gone so he'd be fine for a few days. "If I had to guess it's to an older one right? 1965 Shelby?" he questioned, spotting the body of said vehicle in the next bay over. "Have any idea what's wrong with it yet or do you want me to take a look?" Sure, he'd been unemployed there for quite some time now, and despite the fact he knew that Mia's boss likely wouldn't appreciate him being here and helping unemployed - he was a liability after all - he didn't care much seeing as how he'd never been a fan of the guy anyways. @miarussotto

[rileyrp]

—muse : mia camden , 26 , bisexual , dance teacher .—welcome to : mutuals & non mutuals . —open to : older male (35+) . —plot : these vibes please .

mia’s virginity wasn’t for lack of trying. she had a particular type, and finding someone who matched it had proven difficult. she’d tried with guys her age, hoping one of them would spark something, but even heavy make-out sessions did nothing to ignite the fire inside her. countless nights were spent with a vibrator between her thighs, imagining what it would feel like to have a man inside her, stretching her, taking her apart with each thrust. it was something she craved deeply, something she fantasized about endlessly, yet she hadn’t found anyone who could turn those fantasies into reality.

recently, she’d been chatting with a man she met on a dating app. even though she was 99% sure he’d end up being a catfish, she showed up anyway. she sat alone at an empty table in the bar where they’d agreed to meet, her phone in hand with her location shared with a friend just in case things went south. but mia was hoping, praying to a god she didn’t believe in, that tonight would be the night she finally lost her virginity to a man who could handle both himself and her.

[notdelicatc]

- A life of lies all along

mentions: alusius vance, gianna sartori-vianello, ismelda vance, rabastan lestrange, evan rosier, alecto carrow where: venice, italy & vance manor, united kingdom when: august 1979

Vance manor was such a bizarre contrast the rays of sunshine that had covered each and every inch of the streets of Venice. Nothing had changed since she'd left a few days ago. The flowers were still covering the area, the scent of lavender carried all around with each breeze blowing through each corner of the garden. When she'd left the weather had tried its best to compete with Venice yet upon her return the clouds drifting above held an anger words could hardly describe, the wind blowing with a roughness that that was only surpassed by her the disappointment the witch standing in front of its doors held within her.

Emmeline had thought things would be easier, that coming home would simply be a discussion with words that would make it all make sense, but that was a reality she could not longer see for herself. For minutes at a time she'd stood in front of the heavy oak doors, refusing to enter simply because she couldn't even dare to think of the words that would flow. Had her father not once been everything she'd wanted to be? No longer, no. He was family, but he was also a liar. What explanation could he possibly give her to make sense of all his lies?

Her mind drifted back toward the documents left on her kitchen table in the flat above the shop she shared with Rabastan. A bitter chuckle echoed through the silence as she thought about her friend. Not because she didn't appreciate him, no. Emmeline felt ever so grateful for the honesty and the, well, kindness the other had shown even if the whole thing had completely unraveled the floor underneath her feet. Without him the witch would have walked the rest of her life believing herself to be a half-blood. Emmeline still felt like a half-blood, despite the written word, the documents that confirmed it.

Finally her feet moved, carried her through the manor toward the room the elves had indicated her father could be found; the library. A place of documentation, what a funny twist of fate. With each step her anger seemed to grow. Despite that her face seemed oddly calm, the storm only found within her eyes. A part of her wanted to run, to find anywhere but here to stay and make her stand, oh, but how silly the idea alone was. Where else would she confront her father?

How long had she stood within the door frame? How long had she stared at the wizard in question before those words slipped out without so much as a chance for her to prepare. Truth be told, there was no way of ever being prepared for this. "I know." Emmeline watched as her father looked up from the desk behind which she'd seen him so many times throughout her life. "Emmeline. How was your trip to Venice?" The question alone caused her blood to boil yet years of masking came in handy. "I know." She did not care to talk about a vacation. It had been anything but that. "I know everything." Emmeline didn't know everything, but enough to demand answers from the man in front of her.

"Whatever do you mean?" Yet he could not fool the girl who had grown up with a mask, turned into a witch walking a path that constantly caused her to assure her steps were masked with shadows as her companion. "You know. I know. Why?" Would he attempt to cover it up again? Would he come chasing her down with silly explanations. "I know she isn't my mother. I know that I am not the disappointment you've made me out to be, for all of wizardkind to see." No, the brunette wasn't going to give him a chance to make up more lies or questions of utter pointlessness. There was a sickening satisfaction in watching as Alusius Vance's face dropped in a twisted mix of shock and confusion.

Emmeline took a step toward him, then another. "Why would you let them all believe I am lesser than them? Because of her?" There was no question as to whom she was referring to. "I hated her. And she hated me all my life. All her life." She paused. "I always wondered why. She was dragging you down but whatever reason could a mother have to hate her own child? Her own flesh and blood." The answer seemed so simple now that she knew. How could that woman not hate the child of another woman? A part of her could almost understand the way she must have felt, the way that betrayal had crept into her bones and fed off of her thoughts until it was all consuming. But there was no pity.

"Tell me!" Her father sagged down onto the chair he'd occupied, almost giving off an air of defeat. Emmeline knew better. "No lies, no stories. Tell me. What was so bad about a child that was pure but illegitimate?" There it was, that word her father seemed to shrink down from. "It was an arranged marriage with someone I did not care to marry. I wanted to be with your mother." Emmeline felt the chuckle, the bitterness evident in the sound alone, before it had even made its way out. "She is not my mother. She never was." Her father only nodded. "I didn't wish to marry someone I didn't love." The brunette stared at him, listening. No, she wanted the full story.

A sigh from the older man broke through the silence that threatened to settle between them. "The wedding was held in Venice, on an island in the bay area. Ismelda hated it, hated that she had to make room for another." Emmeline refused to move, glued to her father's every word. For anyone not in her position perhaps it would have been one of the more tragic love stories. To her it was only a painful reminder of what could have been. "Clearly my mother had me, though. So what happened."

There was silence for a moment before her father spoke again. This time his voice seemed to carry a hint of regret. "Ismelda couldn't have children. We wanted to be together so we did the only thing we could think of." Silence, for a moment, a split second that felt drawn out into infinity. "We arranged for you to be taken. Your mother never knew I was in on it. A divorce happened because it was decided to be better this way and we left. She never knew." There it was, the truth of what her father had done to her mother. Emmeline stared at him through tears threatening to spill. "So you've let my mother believe I was dead or lost for the last twenty eight years? Well, she knows now."

Emmeline had gone in search for her mother mere days after Rabastan had left, staying in Venice just enough to finally find her mother. Perhaps in time things could be repaired, bridges mended and broken fences fixed, but it would have to be without her father in the picture. "Gianna sends her regards, by the way." For a moment it seemed almost calm, the way she had let that information go and flow through the room. Alusius Vance seemed shocked at that, but said nothing. What more could he say? "I admired you. I always have, but you've been a liar and a hypocrite. You committed crimes, covered them up and had me carry the fall out all my life. All for that muggle wench." For a moment it looked as though her father wanted to speak up, complain about the usage of harsh words and then he did speak up. "I did what I thought was right; what I thought was best."

It was the final straw, the words that broke the camel's back. "You did what was best for you! You and my step-mother, with no care for how it would affect the world around you. You left a mother heartbroken, you left a child to carry your sins." With each word her voice was getting louder, thinking of the way she'd made sure never to offend, never to be in the way. Always be the asset, never the one in need; the one with no rights to anything. Oh, she did not regret assuring proper etiquette shown to her friends; to Alecto and Rabastan and all the others. But the way she'd held back, never gone for anything she wanted, it broke something inside.

"You got to live, you got to love. You got to be happy." Her anger was roaring inside her. "I never dared to love, to live. Always worried I might overstep boundaries and taint bloodlines or offend someone. I didn't get to be in love. I got to watch people I love-..." Emmeline stopped herself. No, she wasn't going to let this humiliation show even further than she already had. Her silly crushes of the past, suppressed until she could no longer feel it. Evan, gone with the wind and engaged to someone else. Now, she'd never been foolish enough to assume he cared, but the reality was that for anyone she'd ever cared enough for Emmeline had not even been an option; not even a thought. Even her friendship with Alecto felt tougher. It had taken years to feel like the friendship was truly what it was. She couldn't help but wonder if she had to work as hard as she did simply because of her blood. Not that she had minded, if only there hadn't been this lie. "I was never enough for anyone or anything. And I was okay with that, if only that had been true. But you lied. For your own benefit."

Somehow she did not want to hear anything beyond that. In that very moment she just wanted to go. Her face was filled with the evidence of disappointment. "I am not your pawn to use. I never was." And with that she turned around, tired of the conversation and, for the moment, her father's coimpany.