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kolyaivanovx‌:

The morning after the bonfire, as Kolya’s alarm rung shrill and loud, he wished for a bolt of lightning to strike him dead.

He entertained that thought as he pulled himself out of bed, and then he entertained the thought of flinging his phone out the window and smashing it against the pavement, followed by his pager, the Bruichladdich and anything else he saw fit to hurl, barricading his door and going the fuck back to sleep. He was a damn good scientist, a valuable asset. They wouldn’t fire him for it, he was pretty sure- he thought he could get off with a warning just this once- and he knew damn well all of his appointments today would be just fine skipping a week…

Objectively, there were occasions in his younger days that could match this easily, surpass it, even, but he was getting old, for fucks sake. Thirty in less than a month.

That thought did nothing to help that problem he was having where he kind of hoped he’d just fall over dead.

Enough coffee and he felt… maybe not quite like a functioning, living human, but like he could pretend to be one. A shockingly cold shower aided the caffeine in doing its job enough that he got dressed, brushed his teeth and styled his hair without any tragic incidents. He even wore a little makeup and put on his favorite shoes.

Shit, by the time he made it to his office door (at exactly nine- on time was late, but honestly? It was kind of an accomplishment that he’d made it at all) he was feeling almost chipper. Almost. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, maybe it was the coffee. Maybe it was the near- kiss…. but no, probably the sleep deprivation.

He was usually here at least half an hour early. Until now, he’d never had one of his nine-ams beat him to his office, but there was a first time for everything, he supposed, because there was his first patient. “Good morning, Ms. Sinha,” He greeted, unlocking his door and ushering her inside. “How are you feeling this morning?”

Hangovers were not foreign to Britt. She liked to think she was above them, but that would be a boldfaced lie. After the bonfire, thanks to the amount of smuggled booze, Britt had found her way into her own bed – a massive disappointment – and passed out without a second thought. Of course a mere few hours later, she was roused awake by a guard dragging her out of bed and yelling at her to get to the lab.

Of fucking course.

Britt had managed to forget it was her weekly check in at the lab. Why on god’s green earth did any of them want to do any work today was beyond her. She’d seen most of the scientists and even a few guards imbibing last night after all. She couldn’t imagine any of them were feeling too much better than she was at this point.

“Just let me take a goddamn shower first, okay? Then you can beat my ass all the way to the lab,” she snapped. Luckily it was a newer guard and the guy was a little green. Probably drank for the first time in his life last night. Britt smirked, grabbing a towel and heading to the showers. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy that part as much as I will,” she winked.

Trudging through her morning routine, refusing to let a hangover or a labrat appointment interfere with her appearance, Britt managed to make it to the good doctor’s office just in time, smirking to herself that she actually beat the doctor this time. It was a miracle on so many levels.

When Kolya walked in, reeking of the caffeine that she desperately craved, Britt tried hard not to wrinkle her nose. This was Peter’s pet after all, and while she wasn’t entirely sure he knew what he was doing, she had to admit he had good taste. Even disheveled, Kolya had style. And he was definitely cute.

Britt gave a humorless laugh and entered the office. “About as well as you’d think.” Her head was pounding and everything hurt and she didn’t even get to cuddle with anyone which was just a travesty. “You don’t look so hot yourself, if we’re being honest.”

#talk about late replies #c: kolya1

amessinadress

Summer Bishil ✼ Composure

#i love queue #legit britt before blackbriar #aesthetic

brittsinha

Sun In My Eyes | Danika & Britt

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danikawwolf‌:

Danika felt her nerves kick in as the other woman’s eyes focused on her, her anger and embarrassment clearly expressed on her face. It wasn’t unusual for Danika to be nervous around other werewolves, having never grown up with them she had always felt like something of an outsider to them, but it even more likely when the werewolf she was with was looking at her as if she’d like nothing more to yell/eat her.

She breathed a small, discreet sigh of relief when the woman’s focus changed from anger and embarrassment, to distraction and confusion, to her new focus - the wolves that Danika had pointed out for laughing. “It happens occasionally” she murmured, conversationally, watching as the other woman picked up the rock that had been the source of her anger, and threw it with speed and accuracy, at the group by the lake. When it hit one of them straight between the eyes on his forehead, he yelped and Danika giggled into her hand. They had deserved it for laughing, really. “Nice shot”.

She snorted in a very unladylike fashion as she understood the double meaning behind the other wolf’s words. Brushing her hand behind her ears and trying hard not to blush like a ridiculous school girl, she cleared her throat, ready to respond. “If we’re talking strictly hot dogs” she started, raising her eyebrows for emphasis, “then I’d say six, or maybe seven” she shrugged, her expression thoughtful. “Do you want to come with me to get some?”

Britt slapped the dirt off her hands and smoothed out her glittering shirt, a self satisfied smile on her face. Phew. Crisis averted, pride intact. She eyed the other girl, noting how she held herself. It wasn’t the way the Diamonds carried themselves, far too introverted and soft spoken. Like she was afraid of her own ideas. Gentle. Britt brought her hands up to her hips and listed her head to the side, appraising the girl while wimpers from the boys faded off into the background. “Sometimes you gotta show ‘em who’s boss. You know what I mean?”

Somehow Britt got the feeling the girl did not, in fact, get what she meant.

A smile crept its way onto the Diamond’s face. “Yes, yes. Strictly hot dogs.” Her eyes widened. Was this girl some sort of middle america food eating contest winner? How would she even know how many she could fit? Sure, Britt had an idea about her own abilities, but that knowledge admittedly did not come from shoving food in her mouth. Not that her parents would be overly fond of knowing their daughter’s sexual exploits, but Britt had a feeling they’d be more embarrassed if she’d ever attempted to shove that much processed meat into her face at once.

“That’s quite a number of wieners!” Britt felt the words tumble out of her mouth with a giggle. She just couldn’t help herself. “As long as you don’t force me into a hot dog eating contest,” Britt replied warily. Her eyes scanned the group of wolves. It was still pretty tame, but it was early yet. Britt was sure there was some chaos right around the corner.

#c: danika1 #event1

alessiakcne-deactivated20190820

♢ THE DIAMONDS ; a moodboard

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#blackbriar.misc #aesthetic #pack #I'M SCREAMING

@marisolrosales

Despite the rinky dink party that seemed haphazardly thrown together at the last minute, at least by Britt’s standards, the BBQ had proved itself entertaining at the very least. She’d watched Peter instigate a brawl with one of the Spades, ensuring every guard and most of the wolves were preoccupied, she’d not-so-silently judged everyone’s party attire, she’d even gone for a dip with a few of the more adventurous Diamonds – the ones who weren’t so afraid to get their clothes a little sandy (Britt had ever so carefully folded her precious garments on the side of the lake).

Britt could feel the fire dwindling as she watched wolves pairing off and drifting away to their rooms. So it wasn’t the most boring waste of time night ever. Britt plopped down next to the fire, barely noticing the others gathered around. A few voices floated around her, most of them humming along to someone’s guitar. It was one of the first times in a while that she’d actually felt content. Not happy, per say, but not miserable at least. She’d have to remember this moment the next morning when she went in for testing. Her nose wrinkled at the thought and she hoped whoever was singing didn’t think she was reacting to their voice - GOD who was she right now?!

Britt stiffened and glanced around, finally noticing a face she didn’t hate. “Maaari!” She cooed, scooching her butt over so she was basically sitting on the woman. “Where the hell have you been all night?”

#c: marisol1 #event1

bloody-elijah

#aesthetic

mae-martin

“You causing trouble, woman?”

#aesthetic #i love queue

Britt Sinha: Wolf Form

#aesthetic

keirankilleen‌:

Her very voice set his teeth on edge. Something about her seemed false, like a a nightshade berry. Something that looked appealing but was poison. Keiran already wanted to be away from her, but he would stick through this conversation, just to prove to himself that he could do it. That he wasn’t going to be intimidated by a wolf who thought themselves better.

Keiran stood with his back straight, surveying the crowd, only letting his eyes slide over towards her when she drew closer. The reek of alcohol was on her, and he considered that the sole reason she even was close to him. He cocked his head at her mention of a sorority, and caterers? Neither of those words held any meaning to him, but he let the comment pass by without challenge. Perhaps she finally realized the hard work that was the back breaking labor of maintaining the campus and farming the fields, how crucial it was.

Yet even with her scant praise, it was undercut with cruelty. He could see the way her eyes traveled over his worn clothes, the frayed edges of his shirt. It was an old set of clothes, from the early days of Blackbriar when a scientist died after a lab test went wrong. The other humans had picked through his clothes and possessions, before the cast offs went to the wolves. Keiran had managed to get a shirt and slacks, mismatched as they were. In comparision, Britt Sinha was dressed in something…. sparkly. Keiran wasn’t going to put up with this. “At least I didn’t sell my soul for my Sunday best.” It was cruel and sudden but, it felt like it was the result of years of biting his tongue.

The fact that Keiran was clenching his teeth, his eyes scanning over her, judging the way she judged everything, was entirely lost on her. Blame it on the alcohol, but that was just how Britt was. All her years in Blackbriar hadn’t made her any less self-centered. If anything, her pack helped to cement those ideals. But Britt had never understood why even in the face off all this torture, the other packs didn’t even try to care about their appearance. Britt put on the best clothes she could find because it made her feel a fraction more human. She curated the best ensembles possible because it reminded her that she wasn’t the rabid animal the guards and government saw and told her she was.

Life was enough of a mess now, why bother dressing like one too?

Britt had begun to bite into the savory burger when the insult came, and even in her inebriated state, she felt the venom behind the man’s words. “Excuse me?” She mumbled, mouth full of the food his pack surely made. She choked down the bite and threw her plate down on the nearest table. “First of all, so kind of you to think I have a soul. That was stolen from me a long time ago and I promise you, I didn’t get this top in that bargain.” Britt took a step closer, pulling herself up to her full five feet and three inches, staring up at the man who thought himself better than her just for wearing trashier clothes. “And second, maybe you should find a coat worth selling your soul for. But then it would ruin you’re whole ‘holier than thou peasant farmer’ look, and we can’t have that, can we?”

#c: keiran1 #event1

xxpeterlopez‌:

A soft chuckle left Peter, and his grip on her waist tightened for a moment in a light squeeze, something almost like a hug, almost like acknowledgement. Britt was, perhaps, one of the few people Peter felt he didn’t actually have to say much to for her to understand him completely. Perhaps that was why they clicked so well. Perhaps that was why Peter would call the woman his soulmate on some level. An arch of an eyebrow of a slightly twist of lips, and they had entire conversation without opening their mouths at all. Sometimes, he wondered just how much that annoyed the other Diamonds, just how close they were. He didn’t particularly care but he wondered.

“Of course not. Especially if I find a Spade.” He offered back, eyes darting this way and that. So far, he hadn’t seen many, if any, of the infamous knuckle draggers from Spade house. He thought he might have caught a glimpse of Cas and his Pug-faced Beta somewhere, but he could have been imagining it. “They’re always itching for a fight. Can’t handle how much prettier and smarter we are than them. After all, who else would think to use a frivolous party as a raid cover?” And that was all that Peter wanted from his pack. Cunning. Smarts. And good looks and excellent taste, of course. But brains were quite important to his ultimate goal.

Peter leaned into the touch Britt offered, nuzzling his head lightly against her hand as he hummed softly. “Princess, you look pretty no matter what you’re doing. You know that as well as anyone in this place. But I do think I’ll manage on my own.” Pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, he offered a cheeky little grin. “I need you to make sure everyone else gets back to the house if something goes South. And help Elijah go through the spoils, decide what we’re keeping and what we’re giving to the others. I can only assume I’ll be spending my evening up at the medical center, someone has to keep Elijah from trying to keep another roll of tacky floral print fabric.”

Peter was Britt’s other half. How she’d managed to live her life prior to meeting him, she had no idea. He was the peanut butter to her jelly, the silver setting to her diamonds. It wasn’t just their shared sense of snark and frivolity, or even their taste for the finer things in life. He simply got her. She never felt like she had to hide how she felt or what she was thinking around him. When they were draped around each other like this, Britt felt whole. Like she hadn’t lost her entire family, her whole life before coming here. Peter made her forget. She would do anything for him, and felt it in her bones that he would do the same.

Britt rolled her eyes. Spades were the bane of her existence. Sure, the Clubs had no sense of fashion and took no pride in their appearance over their work, but Spades intentionally ran rampant through the grounds. They revelled in pain and violence, and to be honest, all that fighting really must get tiresome and tedious. But the one thing they were always good for was a good distraction. Her eyes wandered over the gathering, trying to pick one out. “Well we can’t all be as fabulous and smart as we are,” she giggled, tossing her curls over her shoulder. “Oh, I know.” She smirked, accepting his smooch with grace. “Of course. I’ll wrangle the pups if anything happens. Lord knows they’ll all need wrangling regardless.” Britt reached again for the bottle as if to emphasize her point. “God, HOW he manages to dress himself is a miracle, honestly.”

Britt turned to face Peter, her eyes beginning to gloss over as the alcohol took effect, loosening her muscles and helping her forget where they actually were. “You be careful not to mess up this face of yours, okay?” She raised a hand, gently cupping her Alpha’s cheek. “And if you need someone to come sneak you out, you just find a way to let me know. I’ll come running.” She let her eyes wander for just a moment, tracking the very attractive Heart who sauntered past, just on the edge of the lake. “It may take me a moment to gather myself, but I’ll come running,” she smirked.

#c: peter1 #event1

Would you rather be stuck in a room with a guard or a scientist?

Scientist. They may do tests on us like lab rats, but at least some of them have a conscience and treat us like we have a brain.

#answered #Anonymous

✚ ✿ ♡ ♬

✚ One of my muse’s prized possessions.

Britt has one ring she acquired right after arriving in Blackbriar. It was the first thing she bought, and it’s not especially pretty or fancy, but it bears a shocking resemblance to a ring her mother gave her on her 16th birthday. Britt’s sentimental about the piece, not so much because of the connotation to her mother, but because it reminds her of where she came from, her status in life before this prison. It reminds her that no matter what the guards or scientists or government tell her, she is worth something.

✿ A happy memory.

Her junior prom. Britt’s date was a senior, obviously, and she was the belle of the ball. Her private school held the most amazing school formals, better than a lot of weddings she’d seen. Some of her parent’s friends were just so tacky when it came to event planning. But prom was special. The theme was Old Hollywood, and she and her date came in outfits inspired by the best: Ava Gardner and Frank Sinatra. The event hall was decorated perfectly, down to every last detail. Britt says she remembers every moment exactly as it happened, but to be honest it was all a blur. A very happy, contented, excited, balmy blur. All she really remembers is glitter in her eyes and dancing in the center of the room, spotlight on her and her date as they commanded the room, glittering crowns on their heads. It was like a dream.

♡ A friendship headcanon.

In college, Britt was part of the Kappa Alpha Theta sorority at Stanford. Her roommate and Little, Kiernan, initially irritated the living hell out of Britt. She was eternally perky and blonde and stereotypically sorority. While Britt loves and adores everything glam and fancy, she was essentially the Elphaba to Kiernan’s Galinda. Eventually, the girl grew on Britt. She was even supposed to be Kiernan’s maid of honor when she married her Frat boy boyfriend after graduation.

♬ A childhood headcanon.

Britt used to play soccer as a child. She was terrible and he parents let her quit after one season, but they wanted her to be “well rounded”. There was one game where it was raining, a full on monsoon, and Britt’s team was miraculously up by 2 goals, no thanks to her. She was actually benched for most of the game, but they had to play her at least once. It was the final quarter and she had the ball, her cleats slipping and sliding on the slick grass. In an attempt to kick the ball to a better teammate, Britt kicked so hard she slipped and fell right on her ass. She looked up and everyone was staring at her and yelling for the ball. Looking around, she realized she was actually sitting on the damn thing. Everyone started laughing and her team was so distracted they ended up losing the game.

She demanded to quit the next day.

#blackbriar.tmi #headcanon

jamie-voss‌:

Jamie was having a great time. So far, there’d been no blood shed, no tears, and no yelling and it’d been at least a few hours, he was pretty sure. Time had gotten a little weird on him after his talk with the Doc but he was pretty sure it was an impressive amount of time for them, as a community. He was also more drunk than he could recall being … possibly ever, but it was okay. Because he was with his people and there was a party and everything was going so good.

And got even better as he felt an arm around his shoulders and glanced down to see Britt there. She was…different than the women he’d grown up with or housed in his own pack but he appreciated that. She’d never once backed down from any of the lessons he tossed at her and had a kind of fierce determination that he wildly respected. So, he didn’t hesitate to bend, slipping an arm around her lower back and the other under her legs to pick her up bridal style. “Gladly, Miss Britt.” He teased with a wink, shifting his weight to account for hers before making eye contact again. “Are you having a good time? I know you don’t need me to say it but you do look gorgeous this evening.”

Part of Jamie wished he understood what the Diamond pack saw in all the fanciness. It had to do something for them or they wouldn’t all partake in such painstaking care to dress the way they did but god, Jamie hated feeling anything against his skin and would happily wear nothing or gym shorts for the rest of his natural life. But he had to admit, they did walk taller, hold themselves differently, than the rest of them that didn’t get the whole fashion thing. Was there a way to ask without sounding like an idiot? Probably not. Better stick to polite. “Thank you for coming. I know it’s not the most glamorous affair but it is fun.” He liked seeing all the packs together and coexisting - somewhat peacefully.

The large man whisked her up into his arms and Britt let out a shrill giggle, wrapping her arms around his neck even tighter. Though they seemed to be unlikely friends to anyone looking in, Britt was a sucker for flattery and Jamie always knew just the right words to say to elicit a gentle blush and faux shy giggle. “Oh honey, you flatter me!” Britt leaned her head against his strong chest, letting her ego get the stroking it deserved. In all honesty, Britt could stay here, wrapped in strong, complimentary arms for the rest of her extended life if she had the choice.

“I’m not gonna lie, I did not think this thing would be any sort of fun and yet, here we are! In the firelight, bellies full, even minimal guard activity!” She leaned in, noting the familiar scent of alcohol lingering on the man’s breath. Britt lowered her voice, or at least she thought she did. When she was drunk, she never could tell a whisper from a shout. “Looks like most of us even found a way to make it a real party, hmmmm?” She winked, another round of giggles erupting from her lips.

“Not to worry, eventually we’ll find some way to throw this place the gala is deserves! But in the meantime, this isn’t half bad.” Her eyes widened and she stared straight into Jamie’s soul. “Don’t tell anyone I said that,” she demanded as if her very life depended on it.