𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘚 ♡ ╱ 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄

despised  by  elle  @ 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉​ .

[petrovfm]

⌜JESSICA   ALEXANDER,   CIS   WOMAN,   SHE/HER⌟      welcome   to   chatsworth   academy,   VERA   PETROV.   it   says   here,   that   you   are   TWENTY   ONE,   in   THIRD YEAR   and   that   your   parents   are   THE   PRINCE   OF   RUSSIA   &   AN   AMERICAN   POLITICAN   ?   is   it   true   high   school   you   were   voted   most   likely   to   BE   ON   THE   COVER   OF   VOGUE   MAGAZINE   ,   well,   that’s   interesting.   ╱      A   WARDROBE   FILLED   WITH   VINTAGE   APPAREL,   A   FLUTE   OF   DOM   PERIGNON   AND   MANICURED   FINGERTIPS   TAPPING   AGAINST   TABLE   TOPS.  

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

full name : vera natalya petrov . nicknames: v or vera . birthdate: december 21st . gender: cis woman . identity: she & her . sexuality : heteroflexible . nationality: american + russian . occupation: student .

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

face claim: jessica alexander . hgt & wgt: 170 cm & 56 kg . hair & eye: blonde & blue . piercings: navel & ears . tattoos: none at the moment . markings: left thigh .

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃

father: crown prince ivan dimtri petrov of russia . mother: alana kingston ( american politician ) . parent’s marital status: unmarried . siblings: older step brother ( unknown ? ) hometown: moscow, russia . residence : oxfordshire, england . status : royal & wealthy . education: third year @ chatsworth . sports: volleyball ( libero ) & swim team clubs: model un ( russia ) & honour court ( president )

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

you’ve   never   tried   to   fit   in,   but   somehow   always   found   yourself   gravitating   to   those   slightly   similar   to   yourself.   only   caring   about   yourself   ,   some   are   quick   to   assume   the   worst   in   you.   yet,   you’ve   simply   built   a   wall,   and   for   some   that   can   be   rather   intimidating   …      making   you   appear   somewhat   haughty   one   might   say.   however,   only   a   few   have   managed   to   break   down   these   walls   of   yours,   and   in   that   moment   of   weakness   found   a   place   in   your   heart.      though   there   is   nothing   different   about   the   way   you   treat   them,   you   know   there   is   going   to   be   this   lingering   sensation   of   needing   them   …   wanting   them.   however,   you’re   not   the   clingy   type   and   never   wish   to   be   portrayed   as   it.   though   they   have   found   a   place   in   your   heart,   it   is   slowly   melting   from   years   of   neglect.   it’s   crazy,   but   true.   you   were   given   everything,   but   never   what   you   wanted   and   that’s   closeness.   you   are   never   quick   to   let   them   see   this   vulnerable   side   of   you,   grooming   yourself   to   be   phlegmatic   and   impassive   toward   a   lot   of   things.      still,   they   know   not   to   reckon   with   you,   as   you   are   capable   of   so   much   more   besides   looking   pretty.   you   have   a   fire   that   burns   inside   you,   and   only   those   close   to   you   knows   that   it   burns   bright.  

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

you’ve   lived   a   life   of   opulence,   given   you   are   the   second   child   of   ivan   petrov,   crown   prince   of   russia.   however,   your   name   lingers   on   the   lips   of   all   that   are   aware   of   your   illegitimacy.   talk   of   how   your   american   mother   seduced   your   russian   father   into   bed,   and   so   forth.   but,   we   all   know   how   false   most   of   those   accusations   can   be.   regardless,   your   mother   isn’t   the   wench   many   depict   her   as.   love   was   found,   and   as   scandalous   as   it   sounds,   it’s   a   story   that   you   hate   to   talk   about.

otherwise,   you   were   born   to   the   wintry   air   on   a   december   night   in   moscow.   your   birth   taking   place   in   one   of   the   many   chateaus   that   your   father   owned,   but   rather   special   as   it   was   the   one   gifted   to   your   mother.   though   you   were   born   out   of   wed   lock,   your   parents   love   was   true   and   they   made   sure   that   you   wanted   for   nothing,   as   arrangements   were   made   toward   your   future.   due   to   both   having   duties   to   their   countries,   you   were   left   in   the   care   of   mara.   a   family   friend   your   parent’s   assured,   though   everyone   knew   her   as   the   royal   nanny.

from   the   age   of   five   to   your   tweens,   she   was   your   shadow   and   the   closest   thing   you   had   to   family   besides   your   eldest   brother.   regardless,   she   did   everything   for   you   till   your   parents   deemed   it   fit   for   you   to   go   to   boarding   school.   you   would   have   honestly   said   f**k   off,   given   how   distant   your   relationship   was   with   them.   however,   it   was   the   best   thing   for   someone   of   your   maturity.   boarding   schools   became   your   home,   as   the   distance   between   you   and   your   parents   only   grew.   besides   the   holiday   trips   to   milan,   dubai,   paris   and   the   states,   those   were   the   only   times   you   got   to   spend   time   with   them.   time   delegated   to   fit   around   their   schedule,   and   a   black   card   to   keep   you   busy.   

you   faired   well   after   all   those   years   of   being   shipped   away,   and   your   parents   pleased   at   the   outcome.   however,   you   ?   not   so   much.   you   were   a   grown   lady   now,   but   a   little   bit   of   a   hellion   too.   still,   you   did   well   being   on   your   own.   your   parent’s   money   offering   you   a   cushion   and   allowing   you   access   to   certain   things,   but   your   royal   lineage   gave   you   the      future   you   desired.   the   same   royal   blood   which   granted   you   acceptance   into   chatsworth   university,   which   you   have   been   attending   since   your   first   year   there.

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lottiefm​:

lottie chuckled softly at her sudden joke. “i honestly don’t mind,” she shrugged a little, still shaking her head in amusement. “you’re right. i totally can down a burger with such grace,” she told her, nodding along with her own words. she hummed in agreement then as they stood, throwing her bag over her shoulder. “you would think they’d serve something a little less…processed? the artificials and the preservatives. i mean, i’m grateful we have the food but it’s ghastly, for sure,”

‘  well,  I  was  thinking  of  cheese  fries,  but  burger  actually  sounds  amazing,  ’  she  agrees,  as  she  can’t  help  but  imagine  the  taste.  her  purse  now  situated  on  her  shoulder,  as  they  headed  out  of  the  auditorium.  ‘  honestly,  at  this  point  who  cares  ...  but  you  do  have  a  point,  maybe  a  salad  on  the  side  ?  ’  hues  floating  to  the  other  to  see  their  reaction,  ‘  or  just  opt  for  the  vegetarian  menu  you  all  together  ...  those  burgers  have  to  be  made  from  scratch  these  days.  ’  

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asteriusx​:

“I try to, keeps people interested in making conversation”, Asterius pointed out with a half smirk. “Probably, but I won a scholarship for this school in an archery contest and I was not gonna reject the chance to eat decent food for once, besides, with so much royalty and important people here, any other rich kids school looks like a joke”, he explained and pulled out a cigarette of his own, “I have already told you a lot of information, I think it is just fair that I just know some dark and mysterious secrets about you too; it would be a win-win situation”.

‘  interesting  indeed,  ’  she  returns,  as  she  takes  another  drag  from  her  cigarette,  ‘  and,  how  is  the  rich  school  life  fairing  besides  the  free  meals  ?  ’  oceanic  hues  falling  on  him,  with  a  little  curiosity  in  them.  frame  leaning  against  the  closest  wall,  looking  away  from  him  briefly,  ‘  besides,  do  you  truly  think  chatsworth  women  are  that  naive  ?  ’  she  inquires,  taking  another  drag  of  her  cig  and  watching  him  do  the  same.  words  parting  his  lips,  as  he  seemed  set  of  finding  out  about  her  own  secrets.  ‘  well,  sorry  if  your  information  peaked  my  interest,  but  let’s  see  ...  stranger  to  stranger,  I  fucked  my  gym  teacher  in  high  school.  not  the  best  secret,  but  it’s  something.  ’

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asteriusx​:

“Hmm—- I just joined this school to learn the secrets of the rich and bring their monopoly to an end; maybe too ambitious, but if I manage to fuck a rich girl or two and get their parents to know, I will be satisfied”, he shrugged. “Your turn”.

‘  so,  the  dangerous  type  I  see  ?  ’  she  turns  to  look  at  him,  ‘  but  couldn’t  you  have  done  this  at  any  rich  kid  school  ?  why  chatsworth  ?  ’  a  grin  playing  at  her  lips,  ‘  but,  if  I  tell  you  mine,  will  you  tell  me  more  of  this  diabolical  plan  of  yours  ?  ’

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maddiefm​:

“  probably  because  people  wish  to  escape  the  horrors  of  their  own  families  during  the  holidays.  at  least  ,  that’s  my  best  guess.  ”  the  brunette  muttered  ,  her  shoulders  lifting  in  a  delicate  shrug.  

‘  I  never  even  thought  of  it  like  that,  ’  she  reflects,  taking  a  sip  of  her  coffee,  ‘  but,  I  really  think  my  family  would  be  a  good  selection  for  one  of  those  american  horror  story  episodes  ...  as  actors  of  course.  what  about  you  ?  ’

[petrovfm]

‘  so,  what  are  you  painting  ?  ’  she  questions  curiously.  however,  her  tone  is  soft,  as  her  brush  glides  across  her  canvas  with  ease. @rhysdigsgraves​

[petrovfm]

‘  tell  me  your  darkest  secret,  ’  she  starts,  as  smoke  spills  from  her  lips,  ‘  or  not  ...  honestly,  just  trying  to  make  conversation.  ’ @asteriusx​

[petrovfm]

‘  honestly,  why  are  horror  movies  on  the  rage  during  the  holiday  season  anyways  ?  ’  hues  glued  to  the  screen  before  them.  @maddiefm​

[gillianandersons]

The Fall S01E01: Dark Descent dir. Jakob Verbruggen

[petrovfm]

bashfm​:

        cold   stone   cooling   against   the   exposed   skin   of   his   neck   ,    head   full   of   brown   curls   nodding   in   silent   agreement   .    a   lover   of   nature   ,    proof   in   bronze   hues   memorized   by   scenery   that   stretches   on   for   what   seems   like   forever   .    “    now   i   see   why   you’re   always   up   here   ,   “   said   with   backup   of   a   soft   smile   ,    “   and   am   a   little   offended   that   i’m   just  being   invited   up   ,   “   seriousness   lost   in   his   tone   ,   replaced   with   gentle   chuckles  .     shoulders   shrugging   ,    “    the   day’s   almost   over   ,    “   words   of   encouragement  ,   or   so   he   believes   ,    “   and   then   you’ll   be   free  ,    “   head   finally   turns   towards   the   blonde   ,   “    you   can   do   it  ,    “

she  simpers,  as  her  cigarette  dangles  from  her  lips.  turning  from  the  view,  she  looks  to  the  other.  ‘  it’s  the  only  quiet  place  around,  ’  she  returns,  thinking  of  the  bustling  halls  below  them.  there  was  never  quiet  in  her  life,  but  in  some  instants  she  preferred  it  over  anything  else.  hues  looking  away  from  him  briefly,  as  fingers  remove  the  almost  finished  cig.  ‘  well,  lucky  you,  you’ve  been  invited  to  vera’s  secret  garden,  ’  she  smirks,    as  she  leans  away  from  the  railing.  a  soft  hum  escaping  her  lips,  as  she  stretches  tired  arms,  ‘  well,  hopefully,  it’s  more  eventful  ...  I  need  a  little  drama  right  now.  ’  hues  floating  over  to  him,  ‘  besides,  who  wouldn’t  enjoy  a  little  entertainment  mid-day  ?  ’

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astridhq​:

 “pack it up hannah montana.” she laughs, rolling her eyes. “thank god, i’m about out of gas.” astrid laughs again, another bad habit she’s developed over the years- letting her cars running on empty for way too long. “right! you know what we need to do? go to italy’s vineyards. though california’s is so nice, too.” she nods, “definitely ice cream.”

‘  please,  hannah  montana  has  nothing  on  me,  ’  she  countered,  throwing  her  hair  back  over  her  shoulder  dramatically.  ‘  honestly,  with  the  amount  of  guys  you  have  wrapped  around  your  little  finger,  ’  she  starts,  looking  over  her  shoulder,  ‘  I  would  have  thought  one  of  them  would  have  done  you  a  common  courtesy  and  got  gas.  ’  her  tone  is  joking,  as  that  is  simply  her.    ‘  but,  california  sounds  rather  boring  ...  we  should  do  italy  in  the  spring  or  summer,  ’  she  encourages,  as  she  walks  out  of  the  building  and  toward  her  car,  ‘  hmmm  ...  what  type  of  ice  cream  are  we  thinking  ?  i’m  in  the  mood  for  mint  chocolate.  ’

[mikahelps]

𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 ➤ 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂

jaemin dryed his hair while waiting for the girl’s message, walking around his dorm and finishing getting ready. the brown pants, a white t shirt and a dark jacket along with his favorite converse, and he was out the door, checking what the other had said as jj walked his path. since he didn’t know how long it would take for her to be ready, he propped himself with his back to the wall, playing crosswords on his phone while waiting for vera. the sound of steps so late at night from the girls dorm was all he needed to talk mockingly. “hello, ma’am, im your designated killer for the night, how are you?” (@petrovfm)

[petrovfm]

there  is  nothing  special  about  her  attire,  besides  the  balenciaga  beanie  she  was  wearing  and  shoes  to  match.  she  seems  in  her  element  given  the  comfortable  nature  of  her  clothes,  though  her  lips  were  dawned  with  that  familiar  maroon  tint.  walking  out  the  front  door  of  the  girls  dorm,  she  was  met  with  the  night  air.  It  was  cool  and  refreshing,  but  nothing  new  to  her  given  where  home  was.  oceanic  hues  landing  on  the  other,  as  there  is  a  smirk  that  plays  at  her  lips  from  the  words  which  part  his  lips,  ‘  i’m  well  ...  my  designated  killer.  ’  her  tone  is  joking,  as  she  starts  ahead  of  him,  ‘  and  what  sort  of  horror  story  did  you  have  in  mind  for  me  ?  ’

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abiggilmore​:

“it’s just a weekend out, i don’t think she’ll be too hurt that you told me her plans before you did. alright,” thinking about her now made weekend plans, not that she was planning to do anything else anyway, “guess we’re going to oxford.” abigail shifted her body slightly as vera continued, listening closely to what her outfits idea were. it was smart, every other girl in oxford would probably be wearing some trash red outfit to get int the holiday spirit and it would ruin the best time of the year for the girl. “as long as you don’t go with some trashy holiday color, you’ll be good. well, we have to have options, so obviously we’ll buy more than one color and style.”

she  laughs,  as  she  looks  at  the  other.  ‘  please  anything  that  gets  us  off  campus  is  the  best  thing  in  my  books,  ’  she  returns,  as  her  foot  eases  more  on  the  accelerator,  ‘  besides,  you  know  we  are  in  need  of  some  relaxation  with  finals  around  the  corner.  ’  she  simply  shuffles  her  shoulders,  ‘  honestly,  I  wouldn’t  have  cared  if  it  was  the  alley  way  ...  but,  oxford  means  we’re  heading  into  college  town  territory.  ’  the  idea  of  not  being  the  only  students  and  the  place  brimming  with  young  adults  intrigued  her.  she  smirks  at  her  friend’s  comment,  christmas  wasn’t  exactly  her  favorite  holiday  but  her  home  was  never  traditional.  everything  was  either  beige  or  champagne,  and  that  went  for  every  christmas  spent  with  her  family.    ‘  trashy  christmas  colors,  ’  her  tone  is  somewhat  mocking,  but  she  relates.  ‘  please,  those  colors  are  the  last  thing  I  would  wear  ...  even  if  donatella  herself  designed  it,  ’  honestly  the  last  part  was  a  lie,  but  she  didn’t  need  to  know  that.

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rafetf​:

” oh i know exactly who you are, doll. “ he gives a quick wink as if they shared a secret. “ you want to know what this mouth do? “ his brows wiggle playfully and he nearly roars in laughter, a jubilous sound that echoes through the air around them. “ if you were a guy, i’d say i could show you better than i can tell you. but alas, “ a hand waves in front of him as if proposing a point he leaves hangng wordlessly between them. “ everything i say is not absurd — some of it is wonderful, than you very much, v. “

‘  sometimes  I  wonder  how  we  ever  became  acquainted,  ’  her  tone  is  cold,  but  it  is  nothing  new  for  them.  taking  another  drag  from  her  cigarette,  she  could  only  listen.  the  words  that  leave  his  lips  obviously  meant  to  tease,  yet  the  buts  that  followed  impeded  the  idea.  she  can’t  help  match  his  laugh  in  return,  as  she  is  all  too  aware  of  what  he  meant.  her  laugh  was  mocking  in  tone,  ‘  alas,  I  am  not  ...  but  happy you  would  have  considered  if  I  was.  ’  she  grins,  with  smoke  escaping  her  lips  in  the  process.  ‘  yet,  i’m  curious  who  have  you  fooled  with  that  line,  rafe  ?  ’  eye  brows  quirked,  as  she  leans  up  against  the  wall.

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zarv​:

“  you  can  come  with  me  if  you  want…  “  the  offer  is  throw  in  a  light  tone,  but  zara  was  not  going  to  be  the  one  to  deny  that  it'd  be  a  good  idea  to  have  vera  with  her.  unlike  most  of  her  friends,  she  zara  was  counting  the  days  to  see  her  parents,  her  sister  and  zeus.  she  won't  be  the  one  to  deny  she  misses  them,  the  feeling  of  home.  “  I  know  my  parents  would  love  to  have  you  and  then  we  can…  go  off  to  chatsworth    horror    story.  "  placing  a  kiss  to  her  friend's  head  before  she  stands  on  her  feet  to  pour  a  glass  of  whatever  wine  she  found  first.  "  but  seriously,  I'm  down  to  anything  after  the  25th.  ”

‘  well,  at  this  point,  ’  she  starts,  as  her  eyes  roll  at  the  idea,  ‘  the  idea  of  christmas  in  monaco  does  sound  nice  this  year.  ’  she  is  intrigued  not  so  much  as  being  in  another  continent,  but  just  the  idea  of  seeing  z’s  family.  were  they  even  remotely  like  hers  ?  or  were  they  actually  a  family  ?  she  didn’t  think  to  deep  on  it,  closing  her  laptop  in  the  process.  ‘  come  now,  we’re  practically  like  family  given  the  fact  I  can  put  up  with  you,  ’  she  jokes,  though  the  tenderness  of  the  other’s  kiss  is  comforting,  ‘  but,  I  guess  we  can  put  our  chatsworth  horror  movie  on  pause  for  now.  ’  she  simply  couldn’t  help  scrunch  her  nose  in  playfulness,  watching  the  other  pour  herself  a  glass.  ‘  hmm  ...  how  about  doing  it  big  this  year  ?  ...  maybe  a  key  party  ?  ’  she  inquiries  jokingly,  pushing  up  off  the  couch  and  going  over  to  pour  her  own  glass,  ‘  I  want  something  a  little  more  spicy  this  year.  ’

[petrovfm]

💬   𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔤     〉   𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐉𝐀𝐄 .

JJ: fuck you found out my plan :((

JJ: yeah ill go 1rst

JJ: be your knight in shinning armor

JJ: want me to wait for you by the girls dorms?

𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂 : of course it was.

𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂 : are you saying you would have been the killer ?

𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂 : scandalous.

𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂 : yeah I should be down there soon.

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abiggilmore​:

as she made herself comfortable in the car, her eyes out on the roads that they passed, she was ready to just leave town with vera and just enjoy themselves. “club where?” she asked, wondering what their plans were going to be. “cause if we end up in some small town where there’s no cute boys, let alone good alcohol..” she began before finally asking, “what’re we wearing? you know something.”

she  looks  over  to  the  other  briefly,  before  her  attention  turns  back  to  the  road.  a  smirk  at  her  lips,  as  her  friend  is  curious  about  the  club,  ‘  some  little  spot  that  just  opened  up  in  oxford  ...  but,  don’t  tell  her  I  told  you.  I  think  she  was  waiting  for  all  of  us  to  be  together.  ’  wind  now  flowing  through  their  blonde  locks,  as  she  drove.  only  minutes  into  their  little  excursion,  as  fingers  tap  at  her  steering wheel  to  the  beat  of  the  next  song.  pulling her sunglasses atop her head  so  that  her  friend  could  get  a  good  view  of  her  facial  expressions,  ‘  hmmm  ...  I  was  thinking  something  white  or  maybe  like  beige,  but  there  is  no  telling  when  molls  may  find  some  other  inspiration.  ’