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what if i told you none of it was accidental ? a private, independent multimuse featuring both canon and ocs from a variety of media. schemed by em (28, she/her).
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also found at @lindscys & @gallowsleapcd.
okay so my return last time didn't rlly last but .... i'm definitely better w writing on disco so if any of you lovely people might be into that then <3
Good Girls - 2x08 (scene)
" fabulous ! we got catfished by a motel ! " & she does sound genuinely concerned. this place is giving her the heebie jeebies. it's got everything, really – flickering lights, rotting wood, an ominous welcome sign with strange spray painting on it & now, a rat the size of both their heads together making its way across the porch without a care in the world. she contains a startled squeal at the sight of it, settling instead for clutching the handle of her luggage tighter & taking a few steps back. " keeley, this is not a yay-girls'-trip-hotel, this is an oh-no-send-help-murder-house. " she expels a nervous breath, the mention of rebecca momentarily calming. well, at least until... " are those windows... barricaded ? " & a new surge of anxiety courses through her. " no. no, absolutely not ! we are too pretty & too successful to get murdered ! " a beat. " or eaten by rats ! "
❝ now c’mon, everyone has a catfish story ! ❞ keeley always did like to try and err on the side of lighthearted –– nothing was ever too really big of a problem unless it was completely unsolvable. and this ? totally was solvable, and wouldn’t take that long if she managed to get through to the right people, that she was sure. a squeal of her own echoed around the area at the sight of the rat, jumping almost out of her shoes as she resigned to the fact that perhaps this was worse than even she could fix out of the blue. ❝ now now ! this murder house might be someone’s home. ❞ even she was getting a bit bored of her attempt to make this less awful than the circumstances had already painted them out to be. ❝ okay, okay, let me call rebecca right now. ❞ there was certainly more panic in her voice this time. ❝ call an uber, or a taxi, or a bus, or a broomstick, i don’t care which ! ❞
serena fights an amused smile from latching on to the ends of her lips, out of respect for blair's despair, but the thought of eleanor having a case of the love pounds is insanely comical to her.
it wasn't every day that something as common and mundane as gaining happy weight in a relationship reached one of the richest households in the dystopia that was the upper east side.
now, her best friend's fright to the unknown she could understand, but her flare for the dramatic? that was quintessential blair. thankfully for the sake of their friendship, Blair’s theatrics still entertained serena ― at least, most of the time. ❝ blair, she's your mom, not a cannibal. don't take my word for it, but isn't communication and trust what a healthy mother-daughter relationship is built upon? ❞ blonde eyebrows rise in question, waiting for her twisted machiavellian braincells to connect: and man, did they rise to the challenge. there goes her infiltrated-normalcy theory. ❝ oh my god. that makes total sense ― all the more reason for you to go talk to her! i bet she's dying to tell you. four donuts before nine does sound like major celebration energy. ❞
blair wanted to think somewhere in the realm of rational thought, but apparently her lack of protein in the morning (having avoided breakfast thanks to the sight of her mother) meant that she was well and truly fixed on the dramatics of it all. some might call it ridiculous, but since when did blair waldorf care about those people ?
❝ do you really think that ? ❞ she couldn’t quite work out if serena was agreeing with her taking advantage of her panicked state and poking fun at her. it didn’t matter, she was already on the spiral that would take a lot more than some reassuring words to get her out of it. ❝ she cannot have another child, serena. i am enough ! do i look like i want to be carrying a baby around with me as the worst accessory of the year !? ❞ she was talking as if it would be her own responsibility, but she always viewed the world with herself as the centre. ❝ you might have to do it for me. and then break the bad news to me very gently. over champagne. ❞ not that she was dramatic.
❛ wait, where are we going? ❜ from gisele !
"The basement. They're nasty and persistent things but they're big and slow; we'll have time once we get there to figure things out." All the while Chloe is running down the stairs, Gisele's hand in hers. It's always so helpful when the lift is out of order, but it can't be changed. "You can ask me all the questions then if that's all right."
the answer that she’d received actually hadn’t given her any more information –– but if there was one thing that gisele could do, it was follow along with a plan. for the most part, anyway. legs moved furiously down the stairs as her hand gripped at chloe’s, knowing that it far safer than risking letting go. ❝ okay fine, but like –– am i gonna get hurt ? ❞
MELISSA BARRERA as Sam Carpenter SCREAM VI (2023) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett
Adri waits, patiently, as Addison thinks over her question. She's tempted to tease the doctor about her age, how long it's been since she's been a student, but Adri is smart enough to hold her tongue.
And her patience is rewarded - her eyes widen as she repeats "thirty", voice pitched higher in disbelief. Adri's seen her fair sure, such is to be expected in the emergency department, but that number is astronomically high.
"Here," Adri passes over the card. "I've got three in a row in a few different spots, but nothing that connects." Close, but no cigar.
addison was no stranger to these sorts of games. in fact, there was a part of her that almost missed them. there was something so silly, so whimsical about it, keeping the time passing faster with the little joys that could be found. her position often meant that people were far to scared to ask her to be included, which she understood. didn’t mean she had to like it though.
❝ i’ve not seen anything like that since. ❞ an understatement probably, given just how large of a number it was. they hadn’t been large foreign bodies, but even still, over thirty small things was a lot.
❝ let me see that. ❞ lips pursed together as addison looked over the sheet, chuckling quietly to herself as she assessed what had been ticked off, and what was yet to be done. ❝ oh ! see this one ? ❞ she pointed at one of the boxes. ❝ you didn’t hear it from me, obviously. but if you head up to ortho, you’ll find what you need. ❞
maybe they were too similar: at the very core, despite how world perceived them differently. her discomfort lingered all the same - his refusal to let her feelings drop in favour of prioritising her use to the team... it was new, hard to stomach. she knew how to be a tool. she wasn't quite sure she had any idea how to be whatever it was that was being asked of her. "I see that." maeve couldn't quite pretend she knew what to do with that knowledge, how to process it within herself. as much as she cared for others, as much as she was always there for them, it didn't mean she'd ever learnt the skill of receiving that care in return. "but I can do this. really." it annoyed her enough already she'd slipped up - that her emotions, for once, had been more surface level than buried. "we both know I can be useful on this. I'm not going to shatter, I just got a little sharp in the moment." head tilted all the same, matching that flicker, that ghost of a smile with subtle and well-meaning playful pout. "I'm easier to look out for if I'm around."
hotch didn’t have any doubt in maeve. quite the opposite, actually. he had no doubt that she would be a vital member of the team, her skills unmatched despite what others might believe. she was an asset. and one that he wanted to ensure stayed that way, if he could help it. ❝ i know you think you can do this. if i wasn’t so concerned, i could let you do it and know you’d get the results. but that’s how issues happen. when we push people further than they should go. ❞ it was a hard lesson that he’d had to learn for himself, and not in the easiest of ways. ❝ i’m not sending you home. ❞ hopefully that would provide her with some reassurance. hotchner certainly didn’t intend to bench her entirely. ❝ i don’t want you out in the field. you can be just as helpful here, with garcia. one case, that’s all. you can be back on the next one –– deal ? ❞
❝ and you take pride in a job well done, of course ― even if it means permanent insanity for me. have you no mercy for the smitten, woman? ❞ logan retorts, a light-hearted smirk hanging from his lips as he takes a bite off his pork sandwich. ❝ so: do i get a sneak peek of the mess you're gonna get into this week, or are you gonna leave me to my own sleuthing devices? 'cause that rarely ends well for my platinum card and some random dude's chin. ❞
veronica leaned back against the kitchen counter, smirk of her own fixed on her face as he spoke of just how much pride she would take in keeping him on his toes. he was right, if she’d become predictable then she’d consider herself boring. ❝ are you sure you want a sneak peak ? ❞ it was a fair enough question from where she was stood, she thought. ❝ you might have more fun doing your own sleuthing, and who am i to deprive you of that very joy ? ❞
"To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you."
" the house tour ? " she enunciates, eyes roaming her surroundings as she crossed his threshold. " chris, this is a hotel room. " a beat. " a messy one at that- did a tornado blow through here ?? "
❝ no ? tough crowd. ❞ he wasn’t exactly known for his humour, but at least he was trying. ❝ c’mon, don’t judge me for the room ! housekeeping haven’t been through here yet ! ❞ or so he assumed, based on the cups that were still strewn across the nightstand. ❝ besides, chris keller is rock and roll. rockstars don’t have tidy hotel rooms, do they ? ❞
" easy there, judgy – i get results ! " her back is already turned, heels clicking across the bullpen as she leads the way to her desk, eager to put her computer at the blonde's disposal. she has gotten way better at taking non-blurry photos on her phone, just for the record, but her skill is certainly an emergencies only kind of thing. why bother when you can outsource ?? " but this is one big fish i'm reeling in, no way i'm risking an unprintable photo. & jimmy has the nerve to be off on assignment this week, so that leaves me- " hand rests on the wooden surface, facing veronica with a smile. " -with you. let's see what you've got, miss private eye. " veronica's attempt to negotiate sharpens her grin, amused & cunning all at once. " alright, well... normally, i'd tell ya to wait until the story hits the papers, but you did spy on a very exclusive poker group for me & i'm assuming the security wasn't easy to dodge, so i'll tell you what – if i see a clear shot of the guy i'm looking for, i'll give you the gist of it in ten words or less. "
veronica wasn’t convinced, but that’s because the trusty camera in her hands was far better than any of the camera phones she’d ever needed to use on short notice. she much preferred the reliability of something a bit more substantial. ❝ leaves you with me ? ❞ she repeated, look of almost insult on her face at the suggestion that she might far further down lois’s list than she might have hoped that she would be. ❝ what if i’ve got more than one clear shot ? ❞ the blonde had always been one to back herself and her abilities, and that meant being able to extract the best of what she could from the circumstance dealt to her. ❝ security is never easy to dodge, but thankfully most men don’t see past blonde hair and an innocent face. ❞ exploiting herself to get out of a sticky situation wasn’t something she was a stranger to, but it was a sad commentary on the world she was sure that she was able to do it with such ease. sometimes a flash of an innocent was just enough. ❝ one memory card. ❞ she flipped it out of the camera and held it between her fingers. ❝ prepare to be impressed. and prepare to divulge the gory details. ❞
wind and blurred signs whip past and blur beyond the dirty blonde streaks in his hair. a mixture of grey and red and blonde that he’d inherited from his mother and then some, wiped off cigarette ashes splatter the cloth of his pants. while gisele tries to get herself situated, vincent does his best to unwind. “i don’t know what your deal is little lady, but i ain’t movin’. six hours ain’t nothin’ compared to what i go through at work.”
between having to drive for an undesirable amount of time or having to kiss up to someone in order to make them happy, vincent will never choose the latter. he merges into another lane and onto the freeway, seemingly careful of his surroundings despite his nonchalant behavior. gisele’s behavior both quirks and amuses him, “do you always do this? i mean, try to back get people to back out of things at the last second cause you think you’re better off on your own.”
kinda reminds him of himself. the unwavering confidence, the yearn for knowledge despite constant signs of danger. it’s a wonder she’s even alive. emotional intimacy makes him feel uncomfortable, whether or not it’s with someone he knows or doesn’t. but he finds solace in knowing there are still people like them out there, “i’m not going nowhere, gisele. you don’t hafta worry ‘bout me. i’ll do just fine.”
maybe she was just used to navigating this part of her life alone. like she did the rest of her life, for the most part. this job was isolating, traipsing into places long since inhabited in the search of truths or the supernatural, or worse. it was easier to face these things with just her own monologue, than worrying about anyone else coming with her.
❝ do you always ask super specific questions to make people second guess themselves ? ❞ she asked, head turning to where he was sat, still fidgeting a little as she tried to get comfortable. passenger princess wasn’t a role she was used to. far better at being in control. perhaps that was part of the unease that she felt. ❝ maybe i’ve realised i am better off on my own. don’t have a side kick for a reason. ❞ she shrugged, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. it’s what she’d convinced herself, anyway.
❝ copilot does music though, right ? ❞ a change of subject was always a far easier route to take. the brunette leaned forward, and started fiddling with the radio until she found something that didn’t sound like it was going to get tiring really fast. ❝ how big’s your bladder ? you’re not going to make us stop like every hour are you ? ❞
DAKOTA JOHNSON as NINA THE LOST DAUGHTER (2021) dir. Maggie Gyllenhaal
@mastermicd asked "shh !! there’s somebody in the house ." from mabel !
Chloe stops and listens, hears the distinct rustling and footsteps of one, no at least two people. She can tell they're whispering, bagging up things. Her eyes dart around the room in the twilight, reaching a hand to her bedside to grasp familiar metal. "It's all right," she whispers. "It's all right." She gets up, moves past Mabel. "Stay here. I'll deal with them."
❝ what ? ❞ mabel hissed, her eyes still adjusting to the dark to make out chloe’s figure as she reached for something to equip herself with. as if she was going to let her go alone. ❝ we don’t know who they are, they could be dangerous. ❞ or they could be armed themselves, which would do more damage to them than they could in return, she was sure. ❝ let me come with you at least. for back up. ❞
" you guys have rodeos here ?? " great time to take things literally, jess. " i don't think- oh ! bedroom rodeo, my mistake. " a beat. " ...now ? are you saddling up now ? " she looks around the bar, confused. " with who ? "
eyebrows raised as she watched jess piece together exactly the sentiment between her words, head moving in a slow nod as they all caught up to be on the same page. ❝ oh, i dunno yet. ❞ she mused, keeley’s head glancing around to scope out just exactly what her options looked like. slim pickin’s for the most part. ❝ you know what we need ? ❞ she didn’t even wait for an answer, ❝ a bottle of something fizzy. that’ll loosen us right up. ❞ she’d always spoken with more confidence than she perhaps had in reality, ❝ bar keep ! pop a bottle of champagne for us please ! ❞