it doesn't matter where you come from

doesn't matter where you come from, it matters where you go closed multimuse, by jayme

[princesconsuela]

[thiccachu]

The Duchess always did love Halloween. She refused to turn down an opportunity to plan out and make an over the top costume. Not when there were plenty of opportunities to be complimented to death. A very nice problem to have. She went with a faerie this year. All out with custom made wings and adorned flowers all over her corset and steep high heels. She made her way into the courtyard, admiring the effort the staff made putting up all the spooky decorations and decking the tables with sweets from every country. Practically buzzing she couldn’t really contain her excitement. Finding the nearest person to proclaim her elation. “Your costume is nice and all. But I do think I have the contest in the bag, don’t you think?” She beamed, doing a little twirl to show off the outfit properly. “What do you think the prize is?”

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It had taken Charlotte weeks to decide on a Halloween costume- there had been so many factors in play: originality, comfort, and of course- modesty. She was far, far away from her mother, but the woman’s lessons about how a princess ought to conduct herself had stuck in her brain. Which is how Charlotte had landed on Christine Daae this year- she’d spent far too long curling her dark hair, had carefully placed the hairpins, and- of course- the white gown was impeccably tailored. But she wasn’t enjoying herself, not really. Halloween parties tended to be largely centered around drinking, and Charlotte hadn’t had a drop in years, not since the last time she’d been to a party hosted by Tegan. Though when someone approached her, she smiled in spite of herself, the enthusiasm infectious. “Oh, definitely! The wings are beautiful,” she replied. “I’m not sure, honestly. It is Halloween, maybe the prize is candy. Though that’d be a bit lame.” 

[draumas]

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@tangodancerxindie​ | Ollie & Char

Though typically, he’d be enjoying the party, tonight Olivier was a bit on edge. Char’s confession that they’d snuck off without him had made him more vigilant than he’d been since he started this job years ago. And while he hadn’t been glued to Charlize’s side all night, he had kept a watchful eye on the princess. It would be all too easy for him to lose them in the crowd: staff, villagers, and royals alike all in costume, most of them blind drunk, it was a logistical nightmare for a guard. But he had his eyes on Char, in a costume that was very on-brand for them, keeping his distance but reluctant to let them out of his sight.

And maybe he was worrying too much- Charlize could handle themself, he knew that, but the idea of anything happening to them was nauseatingly unsettling. He’d only turned around for a second, to grab a drink- his first and only of the night- and when he’d turned back, he’d lost track of Charlize. 

His heart was in his throat as he scanned the crowd, and when he finally found them again, he made his way over, carefully weaving through the crowd. “Hey,” he said, keeping his tone light as he reached out to put a hand on the princess’s shoulder to get their attention. “Enjoying the party?” 

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Ilya Pavlov | 35 | Guard to Hazal Durmaz | Rebel | Ryan Eggold

Basic Stats:

Full Name: Ilya Georgiev Pavlov

Nicknames: n/a

Date of Birth: October 23rd

Gender: Cis male (he/him pronouns)

Religion: Bulgarian Orthodox 

Siblings: n/a

Children: Kadri Pavlova (age 3) 

Physical Stats:

Handedness: Left

Height: 6′0″

Hair colour: Brown

Eye colour: Blue

Piercings: None

Tattoos: None, yet

Scars/Distinguishing Marks: His facial hair is somewhat of a trademark, he hasn’t been clean shaven in about ten years. 

Born to rebel parents in Bulgaria, it seemed like Ilya had his whole life mapped out: from childhood, he’d been training to join the movement himself. And if he had children, he’d been told they’d do the same. It was a rather cold childhood, his parents far more concerned with him being useful than who he was as a person. When he was young, he didn’t see much of an issue with this: why wouldn’t his parents want him to be useful? Why wouldn’t they teach him how to fight, how to charm people to get information out of them, how to maintain a facade for the sake of the rebels? 

His home country is quite poor, the quality of living there for the commoners a far, far cry from that of the royalty and nobility- which bred resentment to the point where Ilya has always said he would’ve found his way to the rebellion had he not been born into it. Seeing those in power live lavish lifestyles while he, his family, and his neighbors struggled to put food on the table was painful. 

It was his rebel connections that had gotten him a job in neighboring Turkey, as a security guard. His outwardly friendly manner and natural charisma were assets, allowing him to get close to those in power, and it was how he came to be the bodyguard for Duchess Hazal Durmaz. 

Meanwhile, he’d met a Turkish woman, Alara- the two of them had a whirlwind romance, which resulted in the birth of Ilya’s daughter, Kadri. From the moment she was born, Kadri was her father’s sun and stars, the centerpoint of his universe. And he knew, for her sake, he had to shelter her from his lifestyle. He wouldn’t become like his parents, Kadri would grow up with all the love he’d been lacking. 

Unfortunately for him, he and Alara realized quickly after Kadri’s birth that they were incompatible. While it pained him, he knew that Kadri would be better off (and safer from the risks that came with the rebellion) with her mother, though he continued to co-parent and be an active part of his daughter’s life until he left for Thailand with Hazal. 

Though Hazal seems largely immune to his charms, it doesn’t stop him from trying to build a relationship and build trust so that she might open up to him, and give him some information he can use to his advantage. 

[newamsterdamsource]

NEW AMSTERDAM – Season 3, Episode 1: “The New Normal”

[springsteens]

MICHAEL GRAY — PEAKY BLINDERS S03E03

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thiccachu​:

Izsak nodded along. “I am right there with you. We’re so bad at being rich, aren’t we?” Izsak was the least luxurious person around. He didn’t care about all the fancy clothes or expensive food. He just wanted to be a normal, every day person. At least then no one would care how boring he is. Maybe then he wouldn’t have to overthink his image at all times. Needing to convince himself to eat dessert. “I would love that. Can’t stay lurking in the corner the whole night.”

Lena nodded, laughing. “We must have been normal in our past lives.” It was, admittedly, not rare for Lena to take advantage of certain aspects of the royal life: frequent vacations and designer clothes, to name a few, but literally eating gold felt excessive. “Let’s go pick something, then! Something with chocolate, ideally,” she said, holding out her hand to her brother. 

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kaylawritesthings​:

“Oh, stop it, we both know you’re just saying that to be polite.” He rolled his eyes at her playfully before he hesitated, Matthias looking down at her feet. Everyone knew that he wasn’t the best dancer in the room even if he had sort of improved with all of the balls held in Russia. If she was looking for someone who wouldn’t step on her feet maybe a dance should be the last thing the two of them did that night. “Um…are you sure? I mean you’ve…you’ve seen Maggie’s feet after a night of dancing with me before.” 

Yes, the two of them had been dancing together since he could remember and he should be okay since they were familiar with each others styles but he had also been dancing with Maggie since they were kids and he’d given the girl some of the worst blisters in her life. “We could always just chat on the balcony or something. I know I was the one who asked but I didn’t know you’d been subjected to torture already.”

“I trust you far more than the strangers I’ve danced with so far, I’m sure we’ll be fine,” Kat replied, brushing off the concern. It wasn’t as though she was a great dancer, either though not for a lack of trying on her part. “Though I am a bit tipsy,” she admitted. It was a bad habit, she knew, but with every event came champagne and cocktails, and she had a hard time saying no to that. “So fresh air might be a nice idea too. Up to you.” 

“How is Maggie? I haven’t seen her since Russia, I keep meaning to make plans with her.” Katrien was lucky, in that sense- she and her future sister-in-law got along well, and she wholeheartedly trusted that her country would be in capable hands once Maggie became queen. 

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kaylawritesthings​:

thiccachu​:

Ethan should have guessed there would be a ball to start off the royal’s stay in Thailand. It was the royal way to throw a party. Despite all the practice the guard had in working parties like this one, he had still yet to learn to love them. The Camden boy might never be in a place where he was comfortable at a ball. A crowded pub cheering on Manchester United with a couple hundred drunks was more his style. Plus he hated wearing a suit. He spent nearly the whole night fiddling with his sleeves and slowly loosening his tie until it was completely undone. 

At least by then it was the end of the night and no one seemed to mind too much. Most of the attendees making their way out to the bonfire. But Ethan knew he wasn’t going that way. No, he knew his boyfriend. And knew the two would rather go off and be alone then continue partying. And Ethan was not going to disagree with him on that. Especially after two months of lonely nights without him. Ethan, more than ever, craved the touch of his boyfriend.

Like an over-excited golden retriever, the second Ethan noticed Thomas’ signal, he felt his heart begin to race. A huge goofy smile plastered on his face as he went for the door. Clumsily knocking over a small table - he apologized to the closest person, whoever they were, and rushed out of the ballroom. Following close behind Thomas until they were alone in the hallway, he already made the effort in taking off the damn jacket he was forced to wear. Tossing it in the room as they made their way through the doorway. He didn’t even bother closing the door behind him. Too preoccupied with kissing the love of his life and unbuttoning his shirt. Yeah, this was way better than some dumb bonfire.

The bonfire wasn’t Rosa’s scene at all. She could enjoy a good party, liked watching people have fun, but with the amount of drugs and nudity at this one she was highly uncomfortable as she sat by the fire with a water in hand. Her eyes hadn’t left the flames in more than five minutes while she tried to avoid one of the naked princes walking right by them only for him to stop talk to someone right next to her. The only reason she had even come to this thing was because she thought she might get to see Thomas for a bit but her betrothed wasn’t even there. 

After deciding she was completely done with the situation, Rosa stood and started to make her way back in hopes of finding someone who hadn’t gone to the beach. Clean up was under way in the ballroom so she didn’t feel like bugging anyone who was on the clock and she had no idea where Bee could be. Thomas seemed to be the best choice, the Filipino assuming that he was hiding out in his room for the same reason she had left the chaos behind.

“Thomas?” The door was open a bit and nervous butterflies started to flutter in the pit of Rosa’s stomach. What if something had happened to him? She didn’t want to be rude but panic was setting in and she would have never forgiven herself if Thomas had been hurt and she’d just walked away. Slowly, Rosa pushed the door open. Her eyes landed on her betrothed, finding that he looked more than okay at the moment but also realizing she had walked in a very private moment between him and….Ethan?

“Oh my god.” Her voice seemed to fill the space of the room, Rosa slapping a hand over her mouth after to keep herself from saying anything else that was suddenly coming to mind, and she had to turn away from the scene unfolding in front of her eyes. “Oh my god, I’m sorry.” The words were muffled by her hand and she kind of hoped the two hadn’t understood what she’d said. She had nothing to be sorry for. This was not on her and yet her anger and disappointment was nothing compared to how awful she felt for walking in on a moment clearly meant for the two of them to share alone. She moved her hand from her mouth to rest against her stomach, suddenly feeling sick, and still refused to look at the two boys. “I’m…I’m gonna go. I can talk to you later.”

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The voice was familiar, and panic rose in his chest as he realized who it belonged to. Fuck. Of all the people who could’ve walked in, of course it had to be Rosamie. He quickly disentangled himself from Ethan, shooting the guard an apologetic look, tinged with dread. They’d had close calls, over the years, but nothing like this. And if she told anyone, if word got out, and then eventually back to the English monarchs... The thought of it was too much. 

When he looked to Rosa, she looked about as rough as the prince felt. He ran his hand through his hair and let out a sigh. Then, realizing his shirt was half-buttoned, he scrambled to fix it. It at least gave him something to focus on aside from the guilt churning in his stomach.  

“Rosa-” he began, and then faltered. “Fuck,” he muttered, unable to even look at Rosamie. “I didn’t want you to find out like this,” he said. What else could he possibly say? This was the woman he was meant to marry. And in seconds, he’d ruined everything. He should have just told her. Should have offered to find a way out of this betrothal from the start. Done anything to prevent this exact nightmare of a scenario. “I... I’m sorry.”

@thiccachu​

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moonandstarsrps​:

“It’s not a matter of checking up on you,” she replied, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. Instead of showing anything close to annoyance, Judy offered a smile. “You’re in the system and your name pops up when i’m looking at unpaid parking tickets. It is my job, after all.” Not exactly what she expected to do as an officer but at least she was helping in some way. “I don’t know. I can feel a big case coming though and I will solve it. I promise.”

“Right,” Nick replied, somewhat dubiously. “I’ll get right on paying those off,” he added, though he was sure that Judy knew as well as he did it was the very last thing on his list of priorities. There was that rosy outlook of hers again. “Yeah? Well, you should let me know when that happens, Hopps, I’ll be the first to congratulate you.” 

[dracarolinas]

Lila + baby Rino

[thiccachu]

@jaymewrites​

Location: Outside Ava’s Apartment, 3 months ago

It was chaos. The last month felt like it had blew past Trevor so quickly, he had yet to be able to even process it. In just four short weeks, his novel hit the shelves - blew up - and suddenly he was getting checks in the mail large enough to buy out not just his apartment, but the whole building. It was insane and everything he could have dreamed of since he first sat down to write the book last year. It was a labor of love. His whole life, with some exaggerated details for good measure, all written out in black and white. Everything about his family, growing up in a small seaside town, and the woman he refused to get over. Ava. Unfortunately for Trevor, it seemed not everyone saw his novel the way he did. The opposite actually. Everyone enraged he decided to air out their dirty laundry in a tell all book. The name changes wasn’t the get out jail free card he thought it would be.

His parents, his friends, Ava - none of them were talking to him. He had no idea they would react like this. Didn’t prepare on how to repair all the hurt he never meant to cause. Especially with Ava. The two had been through plenty of ups and downs since they met and began dating in college. The downs a majority of the time were Trevor’s doing. He knew he wasn’t the best boyfriend. He could be selfish, withdrawn, borderline obnoxious at times. But he did love Ava. She was the only person he had ever loved. And he couldn’t just give up on everything they built. He just had no idea how. Out of all his past fuck-ups, this one was by far the worse. There was no road map to digging himself out the deep, dark hole he buried himself in.

But he had to at least try. Trevor went up to Ava’s building, holding the most expensive bouquet he could get his hands on last minute. He ran the buzzer, rocking in place. “Ava - sweetheart - just open the door. Let’s talk about this.”

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If her life wasn’t in some kind of upheaval, would it really be her life? It was something Ava had pondered a lot these last few weeks. Her boyfriend- her ex-boyfriend, she reminded herself, had published a book, and at first, she’d been thrilled that he’d fulfilled a longtime dream. 

And then... and then she’d read it. Read the details he’d divulged about her, about their life together. He’d changed her name, but it hardly mattered. She’d been asked about it enough times, asked to confirm if certain bits of the story were true, stopped on the street by people she’d known for years who now only wanted to talk about that fucking book. She knew everyone knew who it was really about.  

On this particular day, she was hunkered down in her apartment- the only place in town she could get any peace these days, it seemed. And then, predictably, that peace was interrupted by the sound of her buzzer. She got up, setting down her tea mug on the coffee table. Hearing Trevor’s voice through the intercom, she hesitated for a moment before buzzing him in. “The door’s unlocked,” she replied, tone clipped. It was a pattern for them, had been for years- the break up, the reconciling, rinse and repeat, but this time felt different. The idea of seeing him right now had her stomach in tense knots. 

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thiccachu​:

Another day - yet another ball for the prince to attend. It never got easier. Tegan loved a good party. But this could barely be seen as a proper party. It was a cocktail hour at best. Events like these were all the same. Boring and drab. Tegan wondering if drinking back in his room alone would have been a better time. Unfortunately he didn’t have the pleasure to make that choice. As his soon to be wife (another stunt to control Tegan pulled by the New Zealand monarch) was adamant they attend the ball together. At least he heard whisperings of a bonfire party after. That would surely be a little bit more favorable. Closer to Tegan’s likings.

Tegan was in the midst of chasing down a waiter - needing something to help wash down the handful pills he had downed before showing up to the ballroom. Finally able to catch up with the speedster, he took two flutes of champagne, one in each hand. He cheered the air as the waiter rolled their eyes and walked off. All Tegan could do was laugh, knocking back one glass at a time in two big swigs. Now holding two empty glasses, his eyes went back on the hunt for a refill. Instead of finding a top off, he found the Australian princess. “When do I not?” He replied, obviously oblivious to the sickly look he gave off. “I thought this whole royal getaway charade would have ended in Russia. But no - mommy and daddy had to ship me off again. They’re probably happier than ever now that they have a reason to never see me again.”

Charlotte blinked in surprise, taking a moment to process his words. It was hard, now, to talk to him, to be around him. They’d been children together, once. It was easy to picture Tegan as the bright eyed kid he used to be, a terribly far cry from what he was now. And though there was a lump in her throat, her expression remained neutral- it was unbecoming for a future queen to show negative emotions in public, one of the many things she’d had drilled into her since infancy. 

“Well, at least it’s warmer here than in Russia?” she replied, trying to look on the bright side. “Would you rather be at home?” she wondered, honestly unsure of what the answer would be coming from him- she knew his relationship with his parents was... strained, to say the least. 

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CAREY MULLIGAN hosting Saturday Night Live, April 10th 2021

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Alice Fortescue | 26 | Hufflepuff Alum | Auror | Order of the Phoenix | Liana Liberato 

Basic Stats:

Full Name: Alice Dorothea Fortescue

Nicknames: Allie

Date of Birth: July 9th

Gender: Cis female (she/her pronouns)

Orientation: Pansexual

Siblings: none.

Physical Stats:

Handedness: Right

Height: 5′6″

Hair colour: Dirty blonde

Eye colour: Blue

Piercings: Standard earlobe piercings

Tattoos: None, yet

Scars/Distinguishing Marks: None, unless you count her iconic eyebrows

Magic Stats:

Blood Status: Pureblood 

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Wand: Cedar, Unicorn Hair, 13 1/4", Reasonably Supple

Patronus: Basset Hound 

Alice, the only child of Cordelia and Frederick Fortescue, grew up wanting for nothing- doted on by her parents and by her extended family. 

When she got to Hogwarts, she was sorted into Hufflepuff- a fitting spot for a girl as hard-working and friendly as Alice. While at school, she joined the Quidditch team, and she was a chaser from her third through sixth years. In her final year at Hogwarts, she quit the sport, opting instead to focus on her academics. She’d had her sights set on being an Auror since she was a teen, and, happily, she made that dream a reality in her young adulthood. 

It was through this job that she was inducted into the Order of the Phoenix. She is, and was, a talented witch with a strong moral compass, and joining the fight against You Know Who, though risky, just made sense to her. 

With her profession (and her belonging to the secret society) came risk, however, and that is how Alice ended up in Hogsmeade, hidden away from the world for protection from Death Eaters. She isn’t thrilled to be stuck here while the world outside becomes increasingly fraught and dangerous, but she is happy to be back around so many familiar faces from her Hogwarts days. 

Despite the circumstances, Alice hasn’t lost her bubbly optimism, and can often be found trying to cheer up others, whether with jokes, homemade baked goods, or scrimmage matches of Quidditch. Though she is stubborn as a Hippogriff, as her father used to say, Alice is fiercely loyal and devoted to those she loves. 

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Olivier Lavigne | 28 | Personal Guard to Charlize D’Orléans | Tommy Martinez 

Basic Stats:

Full Name: Olivier Durant Lavigne

Nicknames: Ollie

Date of Birth: April 14th

Gender: Cis male (he/him pronouns)

Orientation: Pansexual

Religion: He was baptized Catholic but hasn’t attended church in almost a decade. 

Siblings: Two younger sisters, Dominique and Madeleine, though he doesn’t speak to them or talk about them very much.

Physical Stats:

Handedness: Right

Height: 6′2″

Hair colour: Brown

Eye colour: Brown

Piercings: None, though when he was younger he had a septum piercing that he’s since taken out.

Tattoos: None, yet 

Scars/Distinguishing Marks: General “battle scars”, as he describes them, from nicks and cuts he’s gotten over the years- nothing terribly dramatic. 

Olivier was born to a French family with a proud military legacy. His parents and his grandparents all served, and it was made clear to him from a very young age that he was expected to serve his country when he grew up, as well. And for a long time, Ollie accepted that. 

When he turned eighteen- like his parents and grandparents before him- he did join the army, but spent only two years there before deciding that, despite a lifetime of preparing for it, the military life wasn't for him, and he left the service. His parents (ever the patriots), told him in no uncertain terms that he was a disappointment.

Ollie had expected that reaction, and while he was never terribly concerned about his parents’ approval, not speaking to them was hard on him. What was harder was that, under his parents’ influence, his younger sisters also turned their backs on him.

It took him four years to find another job they'd approve of: as a guard for the youngest French princess. Being Charlize's guard wasn't always easy. It took him a long time to build their trust, and in the meantime he'd been the subject of some of their violent outbursts. Olivier himself has a tendency to be equally violent, as an outlet for his anger. However, he typically expends that energy sparring or in bar fights, the former of which he often does with Char.

Nowadays, he gets the occasional phonecall from home, though his relationship with his parents is still strained. 

At the surface level, Olivier is charming, polite, and he gets along with nearly everyone. Just beneath, though, there's an anger about his parents, about the cards he was dealt, and about never feeling truly in control of his life. For that reason, he does feel a sort of kinship with Charlize, and he fought hard to get close to them instead of letting them push him away. The princess is, hands down, his best friend, though he rarely admits to it.