tempest in a teacup

[ivy--sinclair]

first ooc post so it will be a ramble (this is suuuuper late too forgive me! ♡♡♡)

hello i’m leila i’m really excited to be in this group. i used to rp a lot but i haven’t in a while and am getting back in the swing of it all. i live in cst so i’m usually on evenings during the week and weekends. 

a little about ivy:

grew up in a tiny town called creston in nebraska (less than 1000 in population)

her mom is a teacher and her dad is a mechanic

has a good relationship with her parents though she doesn’t get why they never aspired for more than they had

never saw anything or went anywhere outside of creston until she left home at 18

no siblings

knew from a young age that she wanted to get the hell out of there the soonest she was able to

got a job at 14 and saved everything

when she was 18 she moved out west because she just wanted to live somewhere warm and with a big city

ended up in vegas because that’s where her crappy car died as she was trying to get to california

didn’t know anyone and ended up in a small diner for a quick meal where she met the woman who introduced her to the escort business

started as a secretary / scheduler for the company she worked for and eventually asked if she could move onto escorting because she wanted to make more money

has been escorting since she was 21

doesn’t really want to do anything else because she makes a great living doing what she does and enjoys it

personality

she loves the complete lavish lifestyle she has now compared to the simple one she had growing up

she is materialistic and wants nothing but the best, always, but she likes the independence of getting the things she wants herself - no one else

believes it isn’t selfish to look out for your wants/needs first

she likes to have fun and not take things too seriously

friendly and open to most people

has a kind and giving heart, despite what her loudest traits make her come off as

loves to travel

connections

clients / regulars 

friends

flings

exes

coworkers 

i really rambled on. i’m working on a more full bio but i’m really busy so this will have to do for the time being! feel free to message me if you want to plot / thread! 

[ivy--sinclair]

fabianfaulkner:

At her statement, he laughs lightly, “I like to, um, to try not to be a jerk, you know? Um, those people don’t deserve that,” he says, biting his lower lip and nodding, “Yeah, um, my daughter, uh, she rather likes macarons. I don’t, um, I don’t expect we’ll manage it but, uh, it’ll be fun to try.”

“Well then, you’re one of the nice ones left,” she teased lightly. Ivy’s head tilted to the side a bit as she listened.”They’re not that difficult to make,” she said. “Just a little time consuming more than anything else.”

[ivy--sinclair]

fabianfaulkner:

Fabian clears his throat, his eyes flickering towards her, he hangs his head and smiles for a moment, “Yeah, no, um, no, neither would I, but, um, I would have, uh, tried to help, um, at the very least. I’m just, uh, glad that won’t have to, uh, to happen,” he says, chewing his lower lip as he steps to the side, though he wasn’t in front of the coco, he thought it best to give a wide berth to the stranger.

Ivy listened as the man stumbled trough his words, nodding politely. “Well, you’re not an asshole then,” she said, “plenty of jerks would’ve just left it and not even told a store employee.” She looked at what he was carrying. “Making macaroons?” She guessed.

[kyrapatel]

“I’ve had a rough day.” She said with a brush of her fingers through her hair. “I need a drink. You’re free to join. — I’ll get the first round and you can get the second?”

[ivy--sinclair]

“I could go for a drink,” she replied, taking a seat at the bar. “What’s got you all messed up?” Ivy asked, curiosity getting the best of her. 

[adamnedstewart-deactivated20210]

Almond flour, Fabian needs almond flour. Abigail does so love macarons, though, Fabian is unsure he’ll be capable of making them, he decides he should take a crack at it. However, he’s been staring at a bag of almond flour for the past few minutes, unflinching as he thinks on his little girl growing up, on how it had been seven years since he’d lost Charlotte. Eventually, hearing footsteps, he snaps out of it and grabs the bag of flour, almost dropping it, he hisses and manages to capture it, “Oh, that, wow,” he says, placing it away and trying to laugh at himself, “That could have been quite a, um, disaster.”

[ivy--sinclair]

Ivy couldn’t remember when was the last time she’d been home for more than a shower and a change of clothes had been. Probably weeks but perhaps more. But her schedule was clear for the next few days and she decided to put her apartment’s beautiful kitchen to good use for once. Armed with an app of recipes she wanted to try, Ivy headed to the grocery store to get the necessary ingredients. With her small cart loaded, she went for the baking aisle, looking for some cocoa powder. She turned in time to see a man almost drop an entire bag of flour, narrowly catching it. “Would’ve hated to be the person who had to clean that mess up,” she agreed, grabbing the bag of cocoa she was looking for. 

[cccara]

Christ. The blonde was trudging around town looking for her loose dogs. One moment they were there and then the next they were gone. They couldn’t have gotten far, they never run away from her, so she figured that they would run because of something. And as soon as she turned the corner, she had found her dogs sniffing on someone’s shoe. She had released a sigh of frustration, and walked towards the person. “I’m so sorry. My dogs shouldn’t have went out all on their own. I’m really sorry. I hope I didn’t ruin your shoes.” She immediately said, trying to calm her dogs and scooping them up.

[ivy--sinclair]

With her coffee in one hand and phone in the other, Ivy ignored the incoming call that appeared on her screen. She was late to an appointment and she was going to be in trouble. But that’s exactly how this particular client wanted so she hurried no faster despite that being the third call. She got about half a block down the street when a group of dogs barreled toward her legs. Ivy had no idea what they were up to but they were sniffing around her shoes and not giving her chance to step out of their reach. The owned came around the corner a few moments after and Ivy gave the woman a thin, but slightly irritated grin that probably resembled a grimace more than anything else. Ivy looked down at her shoes for a moment and saw nothing wrong with them “They’re fine.” she said, “no harm, no foul. They get away from you?” She asked, referring to the dogs.

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[ivy--sinclair]

thearrowgifs:

The best of Felicity’s outfits from season 4 so far.

[ferrisbueller]

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[nugetae]

[ivy--sinclair]

olicitykisses:

requested by felicity-smoak-is-my-goddess

[felicitys-archived]

“The most massive characters are seared with scars.”

[ledszeppelin]

[ivy--sinclair]

dickbarbaras:

requested by felicity-smoak-is-my-goddess

[felicityollies-deactivated20151]

[ivy--sinclair]

felicityollies:

She is messy but she’s kind. She is lonely most of the time. She is all of this mixed up And baked in a beautiful pie. She is gone but she used to be mine.

[wnq-writers]

Her sadness fluctuates like the sun and the moon; one minute she’s shining, the next she’s pure gloom. I still see the stars in her eyes and in the morning sky.

waterglimmers (via wnq-writers)

[luxuriouslively]

[emilybettdaily]