DIAMANTINE.

[diamantiine]

PLOTTING CALL. I’d love more plots for all three of my characters. If you’d like to plot with any of them, give this a like ( or add me on discord Maya #0978 if you prefer )!

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asking for a friend: would anyone want a connection with elizabeth debicki, doutzen kroes, or gemma chan??

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today has been absolutely exhausting tbh so unfortunately i don’t have it in me to right tonight, but replies tomorrow!

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travlear·:

he pours them both a drink, carrying it to her on the couch, offering the glass to her, clinking them together with a chuckle. “i must admit, begrudgling, i have been lonely lately.” he sighs, with  certain dramatics as he settles himself on the arm of the couch.

“Oh?” Elise took a sip of her drink, quirking an eyebrow at him. “Well, perhaps I can be of assistance,” she smiled, almost slyly.

[lara-sawyer]

“Shine On, You Crazy Diamond” Lara chirped at her friend and caught the lighter with one hand, flashing her a brilliant smile. “It was stuffy down there, I couldn’t breathe.” Same old people, same old faces, Lara thought to herself, stroking down her evening gown. “Besides, they ran out of chocolate covered strawberries so I couldn’t possibly stay in there any longer.” Lara added in a dramatic voice. She sensed the gloomy mode her friend had slipped into and for the next few moments she remained silent, inhaling the fresh air. And then… “A whim away, a whim away, a whim away…” she hummed softly the melody of The Lion Sleeps Tonight.

[diamantiine]

“This bar is getting a little bit passé,” Ophélie remarked. “Or it will be soon enough.” She gave Lara a crooked smile, but began to laugh in earnest when she started to sing. “I’d join you, but I don’t want to subject you to my singing voice.”

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blcndcs·:

“I absolutely do,” Pru replied breezily, smiling around her own ‘cigarette’ as she passed over the lighter. “How weird that it’s already September,” she mused, leaning on her elbows as she gazed out over the city. “Summer used to feel years long. Now I blink and I miss it.” Her smile was wistful as she took a hit, inhaling the thick smoke deep into her lungs. “Oh,” she sputtered, coughing a bit as she waved her hand through the cloud she exhaled, “you don’t mind, do you?” 

“Thanks,” Ophélie smiled as she took the lighter. “Isn’t it?” She agreed, wistfully. “And soon it’ll be winter and we’ll all be freezing.” She was a summer girl, felt most herself when it was warm and sunny and sultry. “I don’t,” she replied, shaking her hand. “Oh, I’ve forgotten to introduce myself — I’m Ophélie.”

[bostonmahq]

Magnus Osei. One mention of the man and you’d see Charlotte’s lips curve into a smile. While they had been divorced for five years, they did have two children together, and the blonde knew she’d always have a soft spot for him. Even after their romance had ended, there was still a deep love there, and with the sneaking around they’d been doing recently, unbeknownst to their family, she found it all a little exciting in a way.

It had been a long day, and luckily for Charlotte, one of her meetings cancelled so she was able to leave a little earlier than usual to meet with Magnus for a drink. She didn’t know why she’d been seeing him without their children knowing, but on the other hand, she also didn’t want to get the kids’ hopes up either. For now, it’d just be between the two of them.

Arriving at their usual bar, one they’d frequented while still together, Charlotte strut in ( always one to make an entrance ) and quickly spotted her ex husband in the corner nook. She then approached the table, sitting down and signalling to the bartender to bring her the usual before turning to him, a smile on her face. “Well, hello there. Sorry that I’m a few minutes late. Traffic’s a mess. How’ve you been?” // @diamantiine

[diamantiine]

It was odd, Magnus knew, to have be have regular, secret rendezvous with his ex-wife. As though they were having an affair, except the ones they didn’t want to find out were their own children. But when they were together, it didn’t feel odd in the least. The divorce had been perfectly amicable, and everything that lingered between them was positive.

He noticed her the moment she stepped into the room — she liked to make an entrance, Charlotte, and she was certainly a difficult woman to miss. When she approached, he smiled in way of greeting. “I just got here myself,” he replied as she sat down. “Oh, not bad. I’m getting ready for TIFF next week — the new film premieres on opening night. It’s going to be a busy couple of months with the festival circuit and release.” More than a couple of months, if it became an awards contender as was all but inevitable. “How are you?”

[diamantiine]

Just a heads up: I’ve changed Elise’s fc from Rachel Weisz to Jennifer Connelly!

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gianna-scaramucci·:

needing a breath of fresh air, gianna made her way outside to the rooftop for a smoke. she wasn’t huge on cigarettes, but she’d been cutting back her dosage on xanax lately, and was trying to find other ways to cope. “here,” she offered, lighting her own cigarette before offering the lighter to the other woman. “keep it. i’m not much of a smoker,” she half grinned.

“Oh, well, thank you,” Ophélie said with a smile, lighting up and taking a long drag of her cigarette before looking back at the woman. “Trying to quit?” She guessed. “Or just don’t like them much?” She extended a hand in greeting. “I’m Ophélie, by the way.”

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travlear·:

asher’s dark eyes trailed out across the cityscape before them, “it is a nice view. looks like a post card or something. that sort of iconic view.” he laughed. he smiles, easily, “not my favorite city, but it is pretty.”

“It almost feels dreamlike, after a while,” Ophélie remarked, taking in the seemingly endless rows of lights which filled her vision. “What is your favorite city?” She asked, curiously.

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larisms·:

Lara first waited to see who it was that joined her on the rooftop before she announced her presence. At the sight of Ophelie, the corners of her lips lifted into a smirk, though. “Here you go, O.” The blonde tossed her her Pink Floyd lighter before she looked down. She was sitting in the shadows, on the edge of the roof with her feet dangling over the side. “What brings you here this fine evening?”

Ophélie smiled at the sight of her friend, lighting her cigarette before tossing the lighter back to Lara. She shrugged, sitting down next to the blonde and stretching out. “Just a whim.” She felt aimless tonight, though less achingly hollow than she sometimes did. “What about you?”

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travlear·:

gabriel studied her dress – beautiful, elegant. he’d expect no less of her. he nods, stepping inside, “a drink sounds lovely.” he remarked, his own smirk curling his lips. “how was your event?” he asks her, moving to where he knew she kept the alcohol. “i trust you were the prettiest woman in the room, as usual.” the casual compliment slips easily. whether or not it is meant is a gray area. gabriel was a sliver tongued snake on the best of days.

“Successful,” Elisabeth replied, draping herself across the couch. Events like that were practically second nature to her, she knew how to work a room. “And you’re surely the most charming man in this one.”

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calebschmvdt·:

“No, I’m afraid not. I haven’t had a cigarette in years.” He let out and glanced over at the brunette and cleared his throat. “It’s a terrible habit that I had to stop, really.”

“Fair enough,” Ophélie replied, good-naturedly. “I probably ought to quite at some point, but,” she shrugged. She didn’t want to.

[diamantiine]

can you explain a bit about elise's company and charitable foundation?

Of course! And feel free to message me if you need any clarification!

So the Gold Group is a huge multinational media conglomerate ( one of the world’s biggest ). So they’re involved in telecommunications, movie/tv production, broadcast/cable/news/streaming, music, publishing, possibly some other things as well. A real behemoth.

As for the foundation, I’d say it’s as recognizable as the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation. It’s one of the biggest private foundations in the world, and does a lot of work both domestically and internationally.

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calebschmvdt·:

Mornings were never Caleb’s thing. He’d get up around noon most of the time, but resulting in new jobs meant he had to be up and running before nine in the morning. He took that opportunity to walk his own dog around the block and to get coffee. He sat down on one of the benches as his dog sat down next to him. He didn’t really notice the people walking by, but someone started speaking and he looked up to see a woman standing there with two of her dogs. He looked up and chuckled. “It is. It’s nice to have some sunny skies. That until a month or two months from now it’ll be snowing. People actually run this early in the morning?”

“I do like this time of year, after we’ve passed the midsummer hit and before it gets cold,” Elise agreed, with a nod. “Not too many,” she admitted. “But this isn’t even especially early by my standards, and these two,” she nodded down to her dogs. “Have come to expect their early morning walks by now.”

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travlear·:

“hate stocks.” asher admits, making a face. honestly, he hated most things to have to do with money in general. chock it up to ‘bad associations’ growing up jewish. people always assumed his family was in banking or something. and it was, to say the least, rude. “what’re you doing up here – besides smoking, i mean?”

“Yeah? So do I. They’re the most boring thing in the world,” she laughed, taking another drag. She’d never had a mind for that kind of thing. Any dreams her father may have fostered of her  one day succeeding him had been hopefully dashed when she was a child. “Nothing in particular. Enjoying the view,” she gestured at the city lights.

[diamantiine]

Elise had just returned home from a party, and she was still clad in a gown and diamonds when Gabriel arrived for their...meeting. “Ah, Gabriel.” Elise greeted him with a smile. “I’m afraid I’m a bit overdressed,” she remarked, the hint of a smirk on her lips. “Would you like a drink?”

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