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     “No, it’s isn’t,” Wesley said rather sadly as he stood behind the woman who stole his drink, “it was mine.” 

     Despite sounding like he just about gave up on today, he still had a small on his face. Today just hadn’t been going as planned. It was his day off and he had scheduled a call with his mom back home, but she had cancelled last minute due to needing to take the family dog to the vet for an appointment she forgot was at the same time as their little Skype date. Then, he decided it was no big deal, deciding to take advantage of his day off and go exploring by commute instead of taking his car, just to get to know the city better and it was going fine until a man with terrible hygiene decided to sit right down next to him despite the numerous seats available. By the time he managed to get off the bus, he accidentally dropped the novel he’s currently reading into a puddle and is now carrying soaked. So when Wesley saw this cute coffee shop, he thought finally, something sweet couldn’t go wrong.

     Until a woman in a princess gown stole his drink by accident and now he’s going to have to get back in line during rush hour to order a new one. 

     “It’s okay though, don’t worry I’ll just get another one. You look like you’re part of the royal British family and the last thing I need is to get on their bad side,” he joked, trying to find some humor in the situation. 

“oh, no no, you wouldn’t be getting on my bad side at all.” she turned to the barista and waved at them carefully until they turned to look at her, “I’m so sorry, but would you mind remaking his drink, please? I’ve been utterly distracted and drank from his cup. I’ll pay for it as soon as the line shortens, yeah?” she turned back to the boy, “what was your drink, honey?” then she looked back again at the barista, “would you also be a dear and make it a size larger for him?” she could tell the barista was getting antsy to continue her work, but nora felt bad enough for the boy already that she certainly couldn’t let it go. “I’ll be sure to leave a nice tip for you, of course.” she added, to which the barista opened her lips, but couldn’t truly protest. not everyone recognized nora, but many british citizens, who tended to be rather involved in the personal lives of the royals, did, and the very idea that the girl hadn’t protested against paying later on in case she didn’t pay showed her own awareness of nora’s own status.

she finally turned back to the boy once the arrangements were made, greeting him with a soft smile. “there we go, I’m sorry again for the mishap. I’ve been entirely too busy today. I hope you won’t mind waiting a few seconds more, yeah?”

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( @werechosen ) //nadia

the library. it was where she went to think or to actually have some peace and quiet. going up and down the rows of books, adeline spotted nadia and she felt her throat tighten. perhaps wth the way things ended, adeline should have made a clearer effort to keep her distance but she couldn’t. not when it came to nadia. adeline wished many times that she could go back, be able to open more and while she wasn’t quite sure what it was, something prevented her from doing so. she rounded the corner, a weak smile gracing her features when she saw the other. “h-hey.” she said softly, the sudden urge to run and shut the other out yet again arising.

she unscrewed the lidd off her water bottle and leaned slightly backwards off of her laptop, looking over the graphs as she took a drink. she’d been here for... longer than she could recall, and to look at the time would simply be a distraction from the project she needed to hand in four days from now. she was almost done, but if she could finish it today, then all the better. she screwed the cap back on her water bottle and placed it next to her computer when a familiar voice interrupted the gesture, her hand still on the bottle as she looked up to see adeline. her heart swelled with both love and sadness at the sight of her. “hey,” she smiled softly, tamer than it had been before they broke up. “how have you been?” 

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insoucicnts:

SYD: that feelin when your makeup is looking flawless but you have no where to go. what are you doing?

CECE: girl, come to set so everyone can revel in your beauty... or at least, so I can.

Snapchat → OPEN

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alisha boe photographed by prince and jacob for galore magazine

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when i’m working on my characters, that’s something i pay a lot of attention to: how their body works, how they move, how they articulate.

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˓ TEXT: CECE [ 12:36 PM ]

PAZ: ...

PAZ: yes

CECE: be there in 10

CECE:... scratch that, 5

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they lived in a small town that suffered a tragedy that sought to hide it under the rug and hope to return to their typical, peaceful little town where bad things never happened. except not everyone was as hive minded as their neighbours, and these young high school kids decided to take it into their own hands and do something about it. from then on, their high school years were filled with mystery after mystery, but high school can’t last forever. 

the long time talked, finally done squad of misfit kids. all of them are in their early twenties and are dealing with life outside of high school, which sometimes proves more difficult than they thought it would be when they were younger. they’ve moved away from each other and few of them keep into contact, but mysteries happen everyday, and maybe the squad is looking to get back together? honestly, anything can go here. just message me (here or on discord) with your info on your muse like their name and how they were in high school and a little bit about what they’re doing now. once you dm me, feel free to join the discord group here.

CAALIYAH BERG was the type of person people looked over in high school because she looked completely antisocial, but when tragedy struck, she was quick to make connections of what happened and began to speak up more on the subject. she surprised the group with her courage that bordered on recklessness, and in their subsequent adventures, was the first to run into dangerous situation without much consideration. now, she’s working at a starbucks, but when she’s not working, she’s chasing after police cars or tuned into the police’s frequency and hoping to become a private detective.

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SEND ME A ✱ WITH THE NAME OF ONE OF YOUR MUSES + ONE OF MINE AND I WILL CREATE A CONNECTION FOR THEM

add ♡ for a romantic plot

add ☆ for a platonic plot

add ✕ for a negative plot

add ☽ for an angsty plot

add ☼ for a fluffy plot

add ✧ for a dark plot

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˓ TEXT: OPEN [ 12:36 PM ]

PAZ: i'm at brunch with my parents

PAZ: they're arguing and i would, personally, like not to witness it

PAZ: come save me?

CECE: is there alcohol?

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smokecndmirrcrs:

( @werechosen ) // zoya

andrea tilted her head as she stared over at her friend. she sat down on the couch beside her and ran her hand through zoya’s hair. the redhead found herself having an odd attachment to the other, feeling a need to protect her almost. “do you wanna stay over maybe?”

the girl looked up at her with wide eyes at what had been asked, surprised by the invitation. she looked down at her hands, enjoying the feeling of andrea’s fingers pulling slightly at her hair and wondering how to answer the question. “if it’s no bother...” she looked at the redhead, searching her face for any signs that the question wasn’t genuine and that she should go. she nodded, “I would like that.” 

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ajtappiareynaudphotography:

MARNIE @D'MANAGEMENT  SHOT BY US 

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CLOSED STARTER | @smokecndmirrcrs

the sound of footsteps rebounded against the walls of the art gallery, irritating to krys’ ears-- who was the owner of said footsteps. the art gallery was near barren save for the art work, the rare person standing before them with narrowed eyes that were either studying the art or confused by it, and a few benches scattered around the space. she first noted the casual-wear many people were sporting, likely students or having decided to take a detour to the gallery, while there were few who, like her, were more ‘properly’ dressed, who krys assumed that, unlike her, they were looking to buy one of the pieces on display-- she, on the other hand, was rather into borrowing such pieces, and had chosen her heels, black, knee length dress, and blazer overtop over her usual leather-clad attire as a means to look less conspicuous. 

she lifted the sunglasses to the top of her head, pushing her hair away from her face as she came to stop before one of the paintings, satisfied with her preliminary study of the room. she kept the near-empty purse beneath her arm while she studied the brushwork of the art, her study more technical than existential considering she was attempting to determine the value of the painting rather than its philosophical value... as the other individual before it appeared to be doing. krys looked at the smaller girl in the corner of her eye, noting their attention to the painting that could only be garnered by an enthusiast. she shifted her body, tilting her head to the side furthest from the individual while her weight shifted alongside it, “it’s quite something, isn’t it?” she kept her voice at a respectful level, the emptiness of the room allowing for more reverberation than krys particular enjoyed.

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dcnttry:

Emelia’s eyebrows raised when the woman claimed to be the princess. She allowed herself another look over of the woman, and tried to ascertain if she was telling the truth, or if she was just a very confident crazy woman. “….Sure.” She responded, taking the lid off of her coffee and taking a sip. “I have met a princess, though.” She said, remembering the time she had been invited to Buckingham Palace to recieve a medal of honour. “So, i’m guessing that wasn’t you” She responded, deciding to humour the woman. She shook her head when the other woman decided to just glaze past the whole “royalty” thing and just jump straight to the robe. “Why would you be doing a pajama photoshoot in the park? That doesn’t really make sense does it?” She feigned confusion, unsure if she was looking for a positive or a negative reaction from the woman, but enjoying messing with her.

nora lifted an eyebrow at the reluctance to believe her claim, the corners of her lips twitching upwards. she hadn’t considered the possibility of someone not believing her considering how many times her face made its way into the public, whether through modelling or gossip, but she was quite glad for it today. of course, she wasn’t going to try and defend herself despite how she might look to the eyes of the other, preferring rather neither to steer one way or another. “I do have siblings and cousins.” her head tilted forward, the faint smile still on her features. “I think that’s the point though, isn’t it? it’s an oxymoron... and a stylistic choice, I suppose. I’m only wearing the clothes and posing, really.”

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seraphilim:

     ◖⋄◦⋄┄  closed starter          /          CECE

coffee was her greatest sin. the copper hued woman had practically been addicted to the bitter liquid in its assorted forms before finally trading in for a far more smooth fluid - tea, preferably GREEN. though, lux had decided to treat herself in preparation for a fine morning & prodigious day in full. “ one hot chocolate, please. “ pearly whites gleamed against pale pink lipstick with a smile that could change the world. shuffling rightward to avoid collision with awaiting customers, the young woman’s ears were trained for her name as a parched throat practically screamed for the drink’s quenching warmth. a twinge of needless guilt pinched her heart as the name ‘priscilla’ reached her ears before that of those ordering prior to herself. apologetically pushing herself forward, the brunette darling retrieved her seething brew. it was not until lux had spun on the heel of crimson mary jane’s did her eyes catch a glimpse of a goddess sashaying her way into the coffee shop. murmurs of recognition were passed around the room as the social media celebrity pushed her way further into the space. though, having lacked any public apps her entire existence, the whispers passed through one ear & out the other. instead, the girl inched away as though entering the stranger’s presence were an evil crime. unfortunately for the meek being, a hasty individual shoved her thin form into that of the elegant newcomer. hot chocolate flew threw the air before raining over the two as a deep blush tainted lux’s cheeks. “ oh my gracious, i’m so sorry!! “ she squealed, thin fingers fluttering to o-shaped lips in shock. “ i’m COMPLETELY mortified. your outfit…. “ the exquisite ensemble had been littered with droplets of brown. the bible thumper was confident that the clothing was absolutely out of the range from whatever her bank account had to offer. “ what can i do to- to fix this?? should i grab napkins?? i know a wonderful stain removing remedy. oh darnit!! i think i left the sheet at my old house before i moved. maybe my mother can find it if i text her… “ words came out in a rushed jumble as the innocent girl searched for a way to repair the damage she had mistakenly caused.

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routine had become known as a sin in cecilia’s mind, this ideal growing every time she saw people cycle through their days without a thought to all that they were missing out on in life. never could she adopt a schedule for her life, but she could accept the subtle instances of repetitiveness such as her café trips that begun early on in the morning, with a fast car and a heavy foot, risking accidents every day if only for her own enjoyment. if she were a more skittish person, she might have considered her parking job ‘dangerous’ as she exited the vehicle, her tires having skidded to a halt barely an inch from the sidewalk and could have easily caused much more chaos than she ever could by simply driving fast. however, a skittish person she was not, and she let those who’d been walking by have the heart attack that may have afflicted her had she been while she walked across the sidewalk and into the coffee shop; a coffee shop which she knew served excellent matcha soy lattes. the sunglasses over her eyes did well to hide her features, but not so much so not to hear the murmurs that arose from her arrival--such murmurs could not possibly be heard by the subject of them, of course-- and so her features were schooled to remain featureless despite her vanity being flattered-- that was, until she felt something hot spill over the front of her. she inhaled deeply, looking down at the outfit, her lips parted while the tip of her tongue rested on the back of her teeth, doing her best to keep her temper to herself as she saw the ruined clothing, and the girl who flustered before her. she let the girl go on, listening but also doing her best to keep herself in check until the girl starting getting into further details about her life than anyone would care to mention to a stranger they’d spilled their drinks on. cecilia lifted her brows at the mention of the girl’s mother, studying the flustered girl before her. “let’s not involve our mothers in this, shall we?” she still wasn’t sure if she should be angry or only slightly frustrated at the situation before her. “now, I simply cannot leave this establishment looking like this,” she gestured down at herself, “so how about we start with me me, opening the trunk of my car and you get one of the shirts and bring it to me while I wait in the bathroom, yeah?... and maybe a pair of paints too, while we’re there. and be warned, there is a camera in there, so I wouldn’t attempt to steal from me, no matter how tempting it may seem.”

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alright so y’all have heard me talk about this crew enough times in the gc, so here’s (finally) the subplot for it. before we start, this is just basically so it’s easier for everyone to know who’s in the crew and easier to plan possible heists in the future. basically, krystyna has been a thief for a large chunk of her life now and has been a part of multiple heists and has noticed that the heist crews themselves function better when people know each other or feel a sense of safety or trust. let it be known, though, that they aren’t ‘exclusive’, and that they are allowed to work with other crews on other jobs or do their own shit, but they would come to rely on one another and possibly trust each other in the future. the tag will be SMOKE:HEIST and just lmk if you’d like to join so I can keep this updated.

THINGS TO KNOW:

it’s more likely that if they were ‘recruited’, she would either have heard about them or have worked with them in the past; either way, she’d have done her research on them BEFORE inviting them on a heist for a ‘test run’, although they shouldn’t feel obliged to have said yes

krys wouldn’t invite anyone who’s too much of a risk aka. anyone who could put the crew in danger during a job/someone ‘off’ as in like, overly murderous or whatnot; she doesn’t need to take those kinds of risk

mind you, she will still take risks on certain people and feel free to IM me if you’d like to discuss what kind of people she’d take risks on

btw also feel free to suggest heist ideas whenever, either through your characters or ooc tbh

MEMBERS:

krystyna wronski

valentina rojas

magdalena dušková

PLOT DROPS:

tba

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