gold on the ceiling

leo blanco. twenty-one. political science major. she is an apocalypse wrapped in wolf fur. she bares her teeth in a smile and your world starts shaking.

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@shiavanzin

leo left just as two girls got up to walk over to one another, faces red and hands rolled into fists as they began to shout at one another. she smirked down at shia as she approached their spot on the floor, and sat down beside him, turning her back to the wall to watch the scene unfold before her. she looked on as the two continued to yell, the words growing harsher as the situation kept on, “do you think they’ll have to get the tattoos of each other removed now?” she asked shia, eyebrows furrowed in concerned, the corners of her lips turned downward. “I though they were ‘forever’,” she mimicked one of the girls’ tones.

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text !

Parker: hey

Parker: i'd come over and chat but it's a little crowded and private conversations aren't exactly possible

Parker: how you holding up?

leo: I'm fine.

[ 1 minute later ]

leo: are you alright?

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sophie-cromwell‌:

“okay   come   on   then…truth   or   dare.”   the   youngest   cromwell   proposes   with   a   smirk,   currently   sat   criss   cross   applesauce   upon   her   sleeping   bag,   “might   as   well   make   things   interesting.”

"in that case, I suppose there is no other option but to choose dare.” she gave a one shoulder shrug, a smirk creeping at the corners of her lips, but not reaching much higher, leaving space for some uncertainty to creep into the shadows of her eyes toward both the question and the situation at hand.

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hey all, I’m sorry I haven’t gotten to the starters/replies I’ve promised. I’ve been working a lot and it’s given me really bad back and shoulder pain and it’s been hard to do much of anything I want to do. I’m gonna see a massage therapist tomorrow after work though so hopefully I should be able to get on after that

[annabelledexterjones]

[shiavanzin]

@ofburningstars

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viclinists‌:

– THERE ARE FEW WORSE FEELINGS THAN SOMEONE YOU CARE ABOUT SIMPLY GROWING BORED WITH YOU. what can you do about that other than accept your inadequacies? what happened with quentin only turned the knife in her chest after revealing so much of herself to someone who had dropped her like a child tired of playing with toys. it was always hard to feel more and to feel longer than someone else. 

“stop,” odette cuts her off, breezing past her. “don’t apologize. besides, if you were really sorry, you wouldn’t have done it in the first place.” odette knows she shouldn’t look back at her, but she can’t help it, finding it impossible not to let her gaze linger. no matter how hard she tries, it’s hard to forget the things about leo that made her fall in love in the first place. how naive she’d been. “it hardly matters now anyway, does it?” 

leo tucked her lips inward as she bit against them, her eyes pulling downward again as she let odette in, “no, you’re right.” she replied in a small voice, closing the door behind her and wrapping her fingertips around her upper arms. she tilted her head sideways, expecting odette to turn back toward her. her eyes fell to study the length of the girl’s body and still finding the same thrill she had felt when they were together. 

she licked her lips and straightened her head, leaning slightly back toward the door. she furrowed her eyebrows, her eyes going soft. “doesn’t it?” her voice was soft, not looking to get a rise out of odette, but an honest answer. with the way she’d reacted after she found out about what leo had done, she hardly imagined odette could let the matter drop. she’d hurt her, she knew that. that was the point, of course; to see how odette and quentin’s relationship would be affected and how odette would react to finding out. she didn’t think that this hardly mattered now. 

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WANTED CONNECTION

LEONE BLANCO who looks like SOFIA CARSON is looking for their CRUSH. (should be female or nonbinary; the two met in their first year and although things started rough and the two didn’t nearly get along as much, they slowly grew closer. leo has started to see them as a sort of tether; someone who reminds her that people aren’t just toys, and that she’s just as human as everyone else. I imagine them being incredibly smart as well. leo hasn’t realized she has a crush on this person yet. the crush would be mutual.). You DO NOT have to contact the mun before applying. (suggested fcs: medalion rahimi, lulu antariksa, zendaya, jenny boyd, madelaine petsch, camila mendes, laura harrier, UTP)

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what are you scared of?

“always feeling this way; always being bored.”

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what might you like to know?

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viclinists‌:

– THE LOOK OF INQUISITION INSTANTLY TRANSFORMS INTO A SCOWL. she makes no effort to hide her dislike of leo, her betrayal is still so fresh in her mind and perhaps it always will be. leo will just be yet another in a long line of people to choose quentin over her, to remind odette that she’s just not good enough. odette’s list of serious relationships were few and far between, which made it so much worse when someone she’d really fallen for had dropped her at a moment’s notice to jump into bed with her brother. an unforgivable act in odette’s book. 

“well, there’s no other reason that i’d have to speak with you,” she replies, lips pressed thin. perhaps she shouldn’t be so bitter about quentin, now that he’s gone, but reminders of her inadequacy are still alive and well, reminders that it should have been odette’s blood on the wall. “thanks. for letting me in, not for anything else.” 

leo’s eyes turned downward, her chin following suit ever so slightly as though to avoid the girl’s eye. she kept them there for a second or so before looking back up, still moving forward toward the door. odette had been... fun. interesting. she’d gotten more of her actual emotions than some of her previous relationships had; could still recall the touch of her fair skin against her own and how leo’s fingers ached to brush back the girl’s hair. there had been something there; something real, something that had made her actually happy and maybe even in love. but feelings never lasted long for leo --as fleeting as a thought-- and though their relationship outlasted those emotions, the love that had been shared between them had ended even before odette could even know. there was a pang there, a bit of sadness, perhaps, but barely a whisper. 

she put on the mask odette would know, knitting her eyebrows and biting her bottom lip in response to her words as she unlocked the door to the dorms. “I wouldn’t expect a thank you after what I did, odette. I--” she shook her head, opening the door wider to let the girl in.

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aiinsworths‌:

           with the library full of anxious students, the dining hall emptied out, and the dormitories still stinging with memories of a certain lost friend, there were only a few places on campus where parker could find a bit of solace. to his fortune, one of these places was his very favorite spot on campus, one that was full of good memories: long conversations, warm kisses, drunk laughs, and everything in between.

pushing the door open to the roof of his dorm, guitar in one hand, a pair of beer bottles in the other. he was humming a tune, likely a wes montgomery progression, when he noticed another figure sitting near the edge of the roof. taken aback, he froze in his tracks, the light from the building highlighting his silhouette. “i’m sorry, i … i didn’t think anyone else would be up here.”

bare feet swung in the empty air beneath them, one hand extended beside her while the other held a glass of wine, which she brought slowly to her lips while her eyes remained fixed on the horizon before her. few times had leo come up here to watch the skyline as she thought it just as acceptable to remain with her thoughts in her own dorm. however, the emotion emanating from her roommate and from her classmates was almost... annoying? overwhelming? she saw it in the tears they cried and the shakiness of their voices when they spoke of quentin’s death. leo understood the concept of death, but grief was something she was rather unfamiliar with, and though she could copy it, there was a lack of true understanding for it. once a person was gone, what use was there to cry? they would never see it.

she had therefore decided to avoid her classmates to have a drink here, where she was now leaning over her knees and feeling a knot build up in her stomach as she contemplated the fall. she let it consume her, let her fingers begin to shake ever so slightly, and her breathing growing quicker-- she leaned back and twisted to see over her shoulder to find parker standing behind her, taking note of his surprise as he stood there with his guitar and his beer, the tune on his lips drifting off with the wind. “neither did I.” she answered, then lifted her glass up toward the boy, “you’re welcome to join me, though, unless you’d prefer I leave.”

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viclinists‌:

– LIPS PART TO LET OUT AN EXASPERATED SIGH. of course. trembling hands fumble around her bag, hoping that she’ll find her keys in depths, but no such luck. she’s locked out of her dorm, just an hour before curfew. she leans up against the brick wall of the mansion set aside for juniors, considering all possible solutions. astrid would probably tease her mercilessly – who’s the forgetful one now? and it was unusual, odette had never been the sort of person forgot anything. but now, half of her was missing. she didn’t know the sort of person she was any more.

the sound of footsteps on the cobblestone breaks odette from her reverie and she looks up to meet eyes with her supposed knight in shining armor. all she can hope is that they won’t look at her like that the moment they register who she is. “any chance you could let me in?”

dark red lips curled around a lollipop taken from a doctor’s office merely minutes earlier. she stepped across the courtyard, fingers spreading ever so slightly to meet the wind blowing against her skin as she made her way to the dorms. she could hear the wildlife brewing in the shadows of the night, which was intermittently interrupted by the bouts of laughter or loud discussions coming from the few groups of students who were still out. despite what some have called a tragedy, there was a distinct lack of change to campus life. although the curfew was new, life still went on the way it had before quentin’s death. 

she approached the dorms, reaching her fingers to the lollipop in her mouth, about to take it out when the blonde’s figure came into focus as she continued forward. her eyes take to the position odette is in; leaning against the wall, a tension in her shoulders which has yet to be caused by herself. “I see no reason why not.”

[verycorrectkillingeve]

Villanelle, walking into the kitchen: Good morning parental figure

Konstantin, not even looking up from his eggs: Good morning problem child

[youlooklikearealbabetoday]

–Are you okay? –I don’t know.

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hi lovelies! so I most likely will not be around when everything starts since I’ll be working until 10pm, but I’m going to try to get on right after that. in the meantime, I would love to plot with anyone and maybe try to hash out some closed starters, so feel free to like this post or IM if that’s something you’d be interested in! if you prefer discord, my user is dorkymeadowes#3602

[kieraknightley]

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