Glory Fades [semi-hiatus]

Semi-selective, independent, multimuse Wes Anderson roleplay blog written by Tay. Established 01.17.16. [Mun is 17.] Bios are still works in progress. However, all stats are up to date.

[zhirleyruiop]

She’s charming. She’s so charming.

Is he flirting with you?

- The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014)

[heroexxs-a]

“alright, that’s two jars of peanut butter and a box of donuts. there’s ice cream in the freezer and all of our spoons are clean now.” the tired male said with a little chuckle as he looked over at the pregnant female. it was close to four in the morning, but just like he promised when they first found out she was pregnant he would go out whenever she needed him. “now can i go to bed? please?” he said with another chuckle as he let out a yawn and slowly started to climb back into their bed.

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Agatha couldn’t help but let out a slightly-lethargic giggle of her own. “Creamy peanut butter, right?” the Irish woman asked, eyebrows raised. “I’m jus’ joking with ya, hon,” she amended, snorting all the while as she spotted the expression on her friend’s face. As of late, it seemed her general pattern of behavior was to make mistakes -- namely, letting one of her old flames knock her up right before being deployed -- so she more than appreciated Trevor’s kindness. “You have done more than enough to earn a good morning’s rest.” She leaned back against the sofa and placed a pale hand on her three-months-pregnant stomach.

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i’m really bad at not saying when i’m going on a hiatus and that is my biggest curse, my sincerest apologies you guys ;; i’ll try to be more consistent with that later on !

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[rpmememaker]

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[holdingonhopeful-blog]

Hello again// Max & Jane

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“Oh thank God!” he exclaimed, turning to his leading man with a wide smile. “You will be a star without a doubt now, Argus, I can promise you.” As Argus held up the garments with an impressed air, Max expressed similar sentiments. “All three? Well done. No wonder the board of directors chose to keep you.” He was so intent on this piece, he hardly processed that he had heard her voice before.

“Well that sounds absolutely fantastic,” he added with yet another relieved sigh. He couldn’t help but smirk as the other man struggled. “Yes, Argus, let the woman help you...” He turned to her and his face paled considerably, now that she was much closer.

It couldn’t have been... and yet it was. “Jane...” His voice was barely a whisper and he felt weak at the knees. His heart was breaking all over again. As Penelope started to ask him if he was alright, he turned on his heel and walked right offstage, unable to face who had once been the most important person in his life.

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The eyes of the young woman searched the room, rather alarmed. Quickly her countenance returned to a calm coldness as she found his gaze. He was a stranger, and yet he inquired of her pleasure, to which she was rather shocked. “I am well enough, thank you, sir,” she replied abruptly. She gave him a nod, only out of courtesy. By his dress, it was clear to her that he was of a higher character than her. Her blue eyes looked away from him then and watched the party as they danced about.

Even with her best attempts to enjoy herself, the lady found she was almost too aware of contemptuous words made against her. Other ladies she knew not of pointed in her general direction and were whispering. As Agatha stood, she nearly trembled with humiliation, but she kept quiet. Lord Gustave, as always, danced with whoever he could.

She noticed, then, that he had not addressed her with a title, as was proper and common etiquette. Instead he had used a term of charm, which both confused her and made her wonder if he knew who she was. Was he trying to patronize her? The blonde swallowed. “Pardon me,” she hummed, trying her best to be courteous still, before she left the room and found herself in the quiet of the presently unused lounge.

Once more sighing aloud, she took a seat and fixed her dress as she did so. She believed it best that she should find Gustave and have her escort her home. But first, the young girl needed to calm herself down. With the lace fan she had held in her delicate hand she fanned herself, as she felt her own cheeks beginning to tinge pink.

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Hello again// Max & Jane

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Maxwell sat intently watching the scene taking place before them. The older man was leaned forward in his seat, glasses a little farther down than his nose than normal, script in hand. He was still in his stages of being a rather micromanaging director, especially since he had written this play himself after three years of arduous work.

“Argus --- Argus!” He scrambled to his feet with a sigh. “Hold on, guys. Please.” In typical Fischer fashion he actually climbed over the seats to the stage. With help from his leading lady he found himself on it. “Thank you, Penelope,” he sighed. Running a hand through his hair, he looked to his lead male. “What’s up, man? You were doing so well --” He snapped his fingers before the younger man before him had a chance to respond. “It’s because you don’t have your costume.” He turned around and pulled out his cell phone, ready to call the seamstress he hardly saw, due to the costume director usually making those calls. 

“I believe she’s actually in the audience, Max,” Penelope pointed out, motioning to wear the blonde was sitting. The director pushed up his glasses but still could not see her face due to her being so far away. He sighed in relief.

“Have you my lead’s costume at last?” He proclaimed in question. “He’s been needing it now that he’s getting more into the character.”

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@holdingonhopeful

Agatha O’Keeffe was, for all intents and purposes, a woman who had worked her way to her place. Even then, it was not a great one, and she faced many hardships from those in the social circle she found herself in. She, herself a baker for the famed Mendl’s Pâtisserie, was great friends with the Lord Gustave of Lutz, a man who was very distinguished for running The Grand Budapest Hotel. How they came to be friends was known only by them and was quite the subject of scrutiny, yet only the former minded not.

The young Irishwoman was headstrong indeed, but not unable to close her ears to comments of slander and felicities. Once she moved out of employment for the German Herr Mendl, it was clear to Lord Gustave that she was rather unhappy after his less than satisfactory treatment of her. Eagerly he allowed her indefinite living quarters in the lavish establishment and made quick work of attempting to fix her reputation, for which she was forever grateful to him. In doing so, he gave her free reign to attend any interesting parties with him as his escort, which she happily obliged; where she was cool and quiet, he was large and gallant.

As such, she was not one to make very many friends at said gatherings. After a few dances, Agatha grew rather tired of the pompous setting and contented herself with hiding near the back of the room. Between cream gloves she held a shoot glass of white wine that she had only sipped from once. Briefly Lord Gustave inquired about her comfort, having taken a paternal liking to the young woman, to which she eased his worries and urged him to continue his enjoyment. He obliged and left her be, then, knowing she would protest if he did not.

She sighed softly to herself and closed her eyes, keenly aware of all the noises she heard around her: the music and the conversation and the footsteps. “How did I get myself into such a predicament?” she asked herself, opening her eyes once more before anyone suspected anything. The blonde was tempted to leave without a trace, but the whispers of her whereabouts would only grow louder still. And it surely would not do Lord Gustave as her guardian any favors.

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He nodded without a word, his grin matching hers. Edward was notorious for having an especially good rapport with the palace employees: knights, cooks and such. He felt like one of them, more than he did a crown prince. 

“A lovely day it is. It is sunny and bright, not too overbearing yet.” He rolled up his sleeves, something royalty would usually look down upon with disdain, but he did so nonetheless. He smiled as he watched her. “The flowers, hm? I’m sure.”

The flower that Iris held within her hand as she turned once again to face him somehow caught his eye. “Oh, I remember,” he mumbled, “before I came to live here...” He cleared his throat and a chuckle pushed its way through. “Cute? Perhaps. I must confess that I have never thought of them in that way before, Miss Iris.”

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“The time that he didn’t, I didn’t attend because I had practice.” Jo stated matter-of-factly.

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“Ah. How is that going, by the way? Well, I do hope.” He thanked her mother once more after being offered a drink and took it happily.

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He crossed his legs at the knees and leaned back just slightly in his seat. Max took pride in his reputation, even if it wasn’t always the best. Despite his uppity nature he was quite the troublemaker at school, never asking his principal before he started large and ludicrous projects and flunking quite a few classes. He wasn’t stupid; rather, focused on extracurricular activities. 

“Lasagna!” He looked to his father and patted him on the shoulder. “Sorry Pop. I know you’re half-Italian and all, but –” He turned once more to Jo’s mother. “Il vostro sarà il gusto molto meglio.” He smirked up at the woman as he rolled up the sleeves of his white button-down. “Or rather, yours will taste much better, Miss E. Right Jo?” He looked to the blonde and grinned once more.

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Jo stifled a scoff. He was so full of it. Jo glanced over him. “I wouldn’t know.” She replied, turning her attention to the food the maid was laying down on the table. She was not looking toward to the rest of the night.

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Max’s father Burt chuckled as Max frowned, feigning insult. “Surely you would, you’ve had dinner at our house before. Unless my father didn’t cook lasagna, at which case: You are absolutely right.” He chuckled.

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@irregularitiies // continued from [x]

Being a prince -- especially one of dubious origins -- it was hard to escape the watchful eyes of guards and attendants. During the large lunch his mother always held in the large palace dining hall, however, he managed to slip through the cracks and away to the gardens. He had to admit, they were beautiful beyond measure. He became distracted, until his feet took him to a familiar figure: Iris, one of the gardeners.

He sighed upon being asked how his day was going and shoved his hands into his pockets. He didn’t want to be rude, of course. Sometimes though his patience could be tested, especially when he’s scrutinized practically every second of every day. Finally, he spoke. 

“Not particularly, but I appreciate ya askin’,” he said with a soft grin as he ran a hand through his blond hair. He took a seat upon one of the stone fountains closest to the girl and watched her. He wasn’t sure of what else to say; everyone knew why he would feel such a way. Instead he enjoyed the serenity of the surrounding flowers.

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now with that out of the way… turn that heart red for a starter? 💖 and please specify muse if you’d like a certain one!

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open starter.

               “So…  what did I  miss?”

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Suzy looked up at him and despite her cool facade expressed an air of slight shock. Neither could she help offering the man a slight grin, either. “Well hey yourself,” the teenager said, crossing her legs at her knees and leaning back once more against the wall. “Not much, if I’m going to be totally honest. But where have ya been? Did you go off and save the world or something?” It was an honest question, if not accidentally the smallest bit sarcastic.

[indiiesmemes]

send a ✌ for a high school AU of our muses!

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He crossed his legs at the knees and leaned back just slightly in his seat. Max took pride in his reputation, even if it wasn’t always the best. Despite his uppity nature he was quite the troublemaker at school, never asking his principal before he started large and ludicrous projects and flunking quite a few classes. He wasn’t stupid; rather, focused on extracurricular activities. 

“Lasagna!” He looked to his father and patted him on the shoulder. “Sorry Pop. I know you’re half-Italian and all, but --” He turned once more to Jo’s mother. “Il vostro sarà il gusto molto meglio.” He smirked up at the woman as he rolled up the sleeves of his white button-down. “Or rather, yours will taste much better, Miss E. Right Jo?” He looked to the blonde and grinned once more.