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Maya Zabini. // being aquitted means i'm innocent leave me the fuck alone //  ~love and light~ // feral housewife // influencer // semi-human

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fuck jobs i wanna get paid just for being evil nd sexy

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[magneticmaya]

Cass: alas do not fret, love

Cass: im out with some potential influencers

Cass: but this lack of crisps

Cass: this does concern me, wife

Maya: i hate it when you call me wife ;)

Maya: ;) ;)

Maya: wait

Maya: 😉

Maya: are you screwing any of them that you're meeting?

[magneticmaya]

Cass: my dearest darlingest wife

Cass: I cannot bring you any crisps

Cass: as I am not home

Cass: your wand, dear

Maya: i don't know where it is

Maya: 🥺🥺🥺

Maya: and now I don't know where you are

Maya: and still no crisps 🥺

[magneticmaya]

Maya: Cassiel can you bring me some crisps please

Maya: I've been shouting for 20 minutes

-3 minute gap-

Maya: baby please I'm so hi I can barely move

Maya: *high heheheheh

[magneticmaya]

mode-valerie​:

“Of course you’ll be the front cover of our June edition,” she smiled falsely, remembering the list of demands that filled her inbox.

Valerie tries to refrain from letting her eyes hit the back of her head as she hears Maya’s attempt at French.  “Versace is an acquired taste and sadly someone high up has that particular palate.” 

Taking her phone from her bag, Valerie brings up a photo on her screen and nudges it towards Maya.  “Unseen Dior runway, I’ve been told you are sample size and I have a connection that with the right amount of pressure would let you be the first to debut the latest collection.”

Valerie elegantly swipes her finger across her phone screen revealing another picture.  “There’s a beautiful French village in the south of France for on location shooting and they have a very good vineyard with accommodation. I know you’ll want to have your entourage with you.” 

“Better?”  

“Getting there.” Maya says, looking down her nose at the vineyard. 

“Dior in France is so expected-is it not? As I’m sure you know, Philosphie is all about the unexpected, darling. And not just the unexpected-its an aspiration, and I represent that. Any old anyone could wear sample size Dior at a Vineyard. I want your readers to see me as something they want but can’t quite yet reach-but they can if they do what I do.”

Maya is unsure why she was telling Valerie how to do her job but she was used to this by now. There is a reason she’s the face of the brand, and there’s  a reason her brand was internationally known.

“And I’m presuming you want your magazine to sell, yes? Typically that’s the name of the game in publication, unless I’m wildly incorrect, and, as I’m sure you know, I am never incorrect.”

Maya drums her nails on the tables twice, swiping back to the photo of the dress with her other hand.

“Ask you connection for the skirt, only. We’ll do tasteful topless in a vineyard, Skirt by Dior, Body by Philosphie, push the envelope, sell copies, sell Dior-everybody’s happy.” 

Maya takes a long sip of her drink. 

“Oui?” She says, dragging out the word sarcastically but punctuating it with a smile.

[magneticmaya]

theemvance​:

Em reaches out, takes her wrist in her hand, and motions Maya Zabini to stop.

“Stay,” she says plainly, unsure of why she’s done it at all, and retracts her hand quickly, embarrassed. “Sorry. I…it’s a brand deal, isn’t it? I’m represented by Narcissa Black - I’m sure you know her. Or her team told you of me. Or told your team to tell you to know of me.”

Her words become a jumbled mess as she tries to pull herself together. She’s suddenly hyper aware of the space between her legs, the heat of the room in general. She pulls a stray hair from behind her head and puts it in front of her shoulder because a girl from her Hogwarts days told her that that’s when she looked her cutest.

The waiter returns with the check. Em turns to face him. “I’ll have whatever Maya was having, thank you.”

“Two more of these, please. Miss Vance has decided to be intelligent.” She addresses the waiter charmingly, who nods and immediately does as he’s asked.

“You see that?” Maya says softly, reaching forward to cover Emmeline’s hand with her own, pleased with herself when she feels the girl react. 

“He’s doing what I tell him to do, because he knows that I can help him. And that I pay very well. He’s a smart man-and, if he plays his cards right, someday I might promote him to manager.” 

She feels that Emmeline wants to pull away but Maya doesn’t relent.

“I’m partial owner here, did I fail to mention that? I think, Miss Vance, that now that you’re aware of my presence, you’ll be hard pressed not to find it everywhere.”

She finally pulls away, taking a long sip of her drink.

“It’s more than a brand deal. Philosphie is a lifestyle. Once you sign with us, every aspect of you reflects us-therefore, we only pursue people we feel can truly encompass it-and someone had a good feeling about you. It wasn’t me, darling, I hardly am unimportant enough to be having feelings about people, but, your challenge, if you agree to it, is to prove to me that you’re the type of person I want to to represent not only me, but my entire life’s work.”

“And, in return, my darling girl, I can show you things you’ve never even dreamed of. Philosphie can make aging something you hear about in vague nightmares, not a reality. You can become the legend I can tell you’re itching to be. And-”

Maya lets out a low chuckle.

“There’s something about you that I like. I can’t quite finger it but...”

She takes another large sip.

“I’ve been told I’m an excellent friend. If you play your cards right, perhaps you could experience that first hand. So!”

Maya smiles brilliantly, all of her teeth showing.

“Sell me. Tell me why I should give a shit about you, Emmeline Vance. Tell me why you’d be worth the investment.”

[magneticmaya]

mode-valerie​:

“It’s purely business,” she remarked with a false smile that could easily be read. Truth was she did not wish to have this meeting but her boss had urged her to.

“Okay I will cut to the chase,” she placed her mimosa glass down and pulled a file from her bag. “The magazine I work for would like to do a feature on you. Photoshoot and a small interview about the magnetic Maya,” she slid the file across the table. “Here are some of the proposed ideas.”

“For the cover?” Maya says, picking up the file carefully. “I only do covers I’m sure my team told you.”

She skims the options and makes a noise in the back of her throat

“I don’t wear Versace-its too gauche and I’d hope I wouldn’t have to tell you that. And the crime scene tape? Really?”

Maya tsks and looks up at the girl across from her.

“Look-you seem to be...at least slightly more promising than this list. I hate all of these ideas.  Give me a better one, right now-I don’t exactly need to do magazines for the exposure any longer do I? If I’ going to do this out of the goodness of my heart then it at least needs to not be-”

Maya rotates her hand in a rapid circle, trying to find the phrase.

“Utter shit? Merede complete? Oui? Comprende? I need something better than this, Valerie.”

[magneticmaya]

philosophyofcass​:

“How thoughtful.” Cass gives her a thin smile as he accepts the drink but chooses not to take a sip just yet. With the glass clutched in his hand, he crosses his arms over his chest very exposed in the short black silk robe he had managed to throw on somewhere in the midst of exchanging obscenities and projectiles with his wife not forty-five minutes ago. Now, they were allegedly making nice, but Cass has known his wife for far too long to just give in.

“So are we making nice now, darling? Just so we’re on the same page.”

“Oh don’t be stupid, I’m never nice.” 

She puts her drinks down on the bar and crosses around, draping her arms around his neck.

“I was tired of sharing, is that a fucking crime? I know our vows mean nothing to you, but they mean something to me-I’ll deny it if you bring it up after this, dalring, but I like being your wife.”

She pulls her left hand back to pick up his right and she kisses it, leaving a perfect lipstick print on the back of his hand.

“And sometimes I want to be the only person you’re looking at-and I want to be around Cassiel, the person, not Cassiel the false prophet.” 

She releases him and retrieves her drink, downing it fully before she speaks again. She crosses back behind the bar and makes another as she speaks. 

“I’m not nearly childish enough to pretend I don’t get immensely jealous-not only of others around you but of you yourself. I just-” She sighs in a way that would seem terrible dramatic to someone who wasn’t as drunk as she is.

“I wish you were as devoted to me as others are to you. Does that make me evil?”

[magneticmaya]

theemvance​:

“I think I understand my occupation thoroughly, Miss…Zabini, was it? Sports aren’t for everyone. They involve a strategic mind and quick thinking. And I would never want to imply that you have either.”

She’s entranced by Maya, but something deliciously wicked within Em decides it wants to play with her, give her more time to drink Maya in. She knows her face explains it all, but there’s part of that she likes. It makes her heart flutter despite herself.

She sits down across from Maya and uncharacteristically takes a drink from her mimosa glass. She doesn’t know what compels her to do it, other than the fact that it feels as though her arms are working outside of her control. She sips delicately and sets the drink down with a wink, even though her throat stings from the strength of the drink.

“What can you do for me? I’m gonna be honest and let you know that my publicist sent me here and didn’t really tell me why, but that won’t bother you, will it?”

“It certainly will.” Maya says pleasantly- raising her finger to the get the waiter’s attention.

“It seems I shall be leaving soon.” She says soothly to the waiter “Since Miss Vance only appears to be interested in wasting my time-please put the bill on my tab.” 

She turns her smile back to Emmeline as the waiter leaves.

“As sweet as you are, my dear, and as talented as you may be, you have what, four, five years before you become too slow on your broomstick to remain relevant? Before the next sweet young thing rises up through the ranks and takes your place-maybe she’ll be smart enough to take someone up on an offer when it’s in front of them.”

Her smile grows as she brushes her hair over her shoulder and opens her Green Berkin bag to drop her phone into.

“If you don’t know why you’re here, Miss Vance, I will not be wasting my time. If the possibility of maintaining your athleticism and youth and establishing a legacy along with it isn’t interesting to you then you certainly aren’t interesting to me.”

Maya pulls out her lipstick and uncaps it, opening her lips just slightly as it applies itself.

“So-your choice, my darling-am I staying? Or was this a waste of both of our mornings?”

[nehmesis]

Margaret Atwood, published on Eating Fire;

[swimtonewyorkstate]

karese burrows // richard siken // hélène cixous // thoroughbreds (2017) // cory finley // the mountain goats // pablo neruda 

[bob-belcher]

Jennifer’s Body (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama

[magneticmaya]

person: what do you want to be when you grow up?

me: worshipped

[magneticmaya]

Bottle Service || Cass & Maya

“Cassiel!” Maya calls out, her voice a little giddy even as it echos through their large drawing room. Their house was empty for once on a Saturday night-she’d thrown a fit and kicked everyone out a few hours ago and it had greatly lifted her mood. Though the vodka she had unearthed had helped too.

“Come in hereeee” She thrills, mixing her third Moscow Mule-the trick was light on the ginger ale and heavy on the liquor. Her face lights up-her cheeks hot as she smiles-when her husband enters the room.

“I made you a drink, my love.”

She slides it across the bar pointedly, running her hands through her braids and smiling at him again. 

“Consider it an apology for...what did you call it? My Cuntess Supreme behavior?”

She takes a sip of the drink exaggeratedly.

“And it’s not poisoned, so you know I mean it.”

@philosophyofcass​

[magneticmaya]

theemvance​:

“Uh…” Em tried to gather her thoughts as she sat across from Maya. The Maya Zabini who, just days ago, had agreed to meet with her regarding Philosophie.

And Emmeline Vance was nothing if not hopeful.

“I’m Emmeline Vance…seeker on the Holyhead Harpies?”

Maya looked up at her, and Em completely melted.

"Are you unsure? One too many bludgers to the head?”

Maya lets her smile linger, knowing its effect as soon as she sees the way Emmeline looks back at her. Her team frequently found attractive looking relatively well known people-or ones on the cusp of being so-to represent Philosophie on social media. When they seemed promising-or at the very least someone they figured Maya would enjoy toying with-they sent them to her. This was going to be the most fun Maya’s had in days-and she might possibly get business done in the meantime.

“Well, lets assume you know your own occupation, Miss Vance. My social team did mention that they were looking to expand with more accomplished athletes-I can tell by the way you carry yourself you fit into that category, though of course, you’ll forgive me for not knowing for certain, I have far too busy of a schedule to follow....sports.”

She says the word the way the average person would say “roadkill.” She takes a delicate sip of her mimosa and feels Emmeline’s eyes on her.

“All that aside, Em-may I call you Em?-I don’t think you really heard me, so I’ll repeat myself-which I never do so consider yourself....special.”

Maya puts her drink aside, folds her hands into a plateu in front of her on the table and looks Emmeline directly in the eyes.

“What can I do for you? What’s missing in your life, Em? What can Philiosophie power for you?” 

[magneticmaya]

Brunch Meetings || Open

“Thank you so much for inviting me out, it means so much to me.” Maya lied, smiling over her mimosa. She was here on obligation and little else-the drinks helped. “So-”

She pauses for a drink and offers a winning smile only the elite would know was utterly fake.

“What can I do for you?”