#faierytale

[sunshinesmymedicine]

Making friends. 🌱 🦌

[soulmissed]

@faierytale: let me pull the cookies out of the oven.

memes, accepting

his duties as knight were on hold. he’d needed a respite from his travels, his trustworthy blade. (what better place to unwind than dear friend’s extravagant kingdom? thus, self-made vacation began.)

the boy had been reading books. chiefly, poetry and epic adventure tales. scent of baking cookies – savory, appetizing – lead him toward nifty kitchen area.

the boy, rag-and-wool teddy bear beneath arm, walks to table. seat taken, he grins happily. toying mindlessly with paws of plush bear, “ i love cookies, olympia. what kind did you make today? ”

[fcrthestars]

"Don't start with me with that shit," Nat warns as Olympia drops into the empty seat across from her.

She's got flight plans to write and student assignments to grade after. She isn't, technically, behind on either - but Nat operates on the principal that early is on time, and on time is late. Being ahead has gotten her this far, at least.

"If you've got grievances to air," she tacks on, "go air them with whosever bothering you. I'm not playing monkey in the middle today." // @faierytale

[redemptioninterlude]

the window booth of a greasy diner, blurred city lights reflected in the glass. -- for ada!

SUBJECT: if i'm lost, find me meme NOTIFY: @faierytale CONCERNING: olympia beckett

she walks in, shoes looped about a finger. the stockings are torn, but she doesn't really care, blood trickling from her nose. it was a good job ; exciting, at least, her gaze roving around the diner before it landed on a woman in uniform, behind the counter, coffee carafe in hand. "got a table for me?" her words popping like the other's pink bubblegum mouth did around the greeting that she finally managed to STUTTER OUT. she motioned to a window seat, but the person in the next booth gave her pause, her grin trending wider, before she slid in opposite of her.

the window booth of a greasy diner, blurred city lights reflected in the glass.

"long night?" it's the kind of casual exchange that might puzzle any observers, ada reaching the thin paper napkins that pleated outwards from the metal tin. delicately, she dabbed at her nose, rubbing away the RUSTING BLOOD. "oh, don't worry. most of it isn't mine." her lips curving into that mocking smile, so hard to tell what was or wasn't the truth when it came to her. instead, she shifts almost uncomfortably in her stretch knit dress, letting the shoes find rest on the sticky seat beside her. the menu gets put down by the same waitress, ada grasping at her apron before she turned. "... some coffee, please." she needs that little extra push. they both know there's still hours to go before she can be human again.

she wonders, vaguely, if olympia is working. worse still if she was meant to be a part of the job, but the idea of PROFESSIONAL COURTESY between the two women wasn't dead. "i always come here for the pie. a great way to cap off a long night when you've been through here." eying her properly now, as she took a fork, delicately biting into the food that already sat in front of the other woman, almost shamelessly stealing a bite. "i'm partial to the french silk. and you?"

[fatuislegacy]

❛  what, you're still alive?  ❜ lmfao

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  |  accepting. 

𝐀𝐓  𝐀𝐍  𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑  𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄  𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐘  𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐘,  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐍𝐎  𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐀𝐉𝐀𝐗  𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐎𝐕—  𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄    𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷,  𝙾𝙽𝙴  𝙾𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁  𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽  𝙾𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙿𝚂𝙴     —𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆.    as  an    𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐓  𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍,  there  was  no  target  he  couldn't  hit.  but  do  not  mistake  him  as  a  one-trick  pony—death  was  adept  in  all  weapons,  having  mastered  usage  of  swords,  claymores,  polearms,  catalysts,  though  excluding  the  bow.  he's  still  working  on  that.  but  there  were  no  objectives,  not  currently.  it  was  a  rather  slow  day,  and  he  found  some  entertainment  ‘challenging’  himself—for  lack  of  better  term  since  this  was  simply  a  walk  in  the  park—to  shoot  down  targets  that,  to  the  naked  eye,  are  comparable  to  ants,  yet  are  clear  in  the  scope.

he  heard  her  approach.  there's  hardly  anyone  who  could  sneak  up  on  him.  with  the  rather  brazen  question,  coming  from  none  other  than  olympia  beckett,  knowing  her  by  the  cadnece  of  her  voice,  death  couldn't  help  but  roll  his  eyes.  sensing  that  he  was  close  to  having  eye  fatigue,  he  pulled  his  focus  away  from  the  scope.     “   i'm  kinda  hard  to  kill,  sweetheart,  in  case  you've  forgotten.   ”     death  directed  his  gaze  towards  the  other  agent.     “   i  know  you're  trying  to  sound  displeased,  but  if  you  really  hated  my  guts,  i  doubt  you  would  have  attempted  to  strike  a  conversation  with  me.   ”     lips  curled  into  a  smirk—comparable  to  a  siren's  call  paired  with  his  unmistakable  charm,  or  at  least  that  was  what  he  was  known  for.

“   just  admit  it,   ”     he  said,  turning  towards  the  range.     “   you're  fucking  obssessed  with  me.   ”     then,  a  little  beneath  his  breath,  he  muttered,     “   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃  𝐈𝐓.   ”

[redemptioninterlude]

CONSPIRE: for our muses to hide with each other at a houseparty, sitting on the floor in a coat closet or bathroom.

for ada!

SUBJECT: locations + situations meme NOTIFY: @faierytale CONCERNING: olympia beckett

zip yourself in, paint yourself a canvas. and suddenly, you can become anyone, and be anywhere. really, she knew it more as the understanding that a pretty face can get you where you need to be, and in her case, she was one of many within the sea of perfect faces. easy to ignore because most likely, she came ATTACHED to someone else's arm, and given the crowd, nobody wanted to be found approaching the wrong person's woman. she could let that work in her favour, milling, looking bored, hovering by the snack table as she pointed out different men for each ask that might have rolled in from the other bored socialites as to who she might have come with.

none of them LOOK UP from their phones, so it works.

none of them understood the stakes, and likely, that was to their own benefit. the banality of evil often would shock the average person. how easy it was to slip from one side of the spectrum, to the other, when it came to chasing after the things you WANTED. and here, was just another example of that, having broken in to begin with to follow after a supposed back door that a prominent tech mogul had developed within a service being widely leveraged by the public. there were more than a few that wanted t the same sort of access as the US government, or at least a way to defend themselves... who was ada to say no to that?

the only problem was the other woman that she'd seen. OLYMPIA. deadly, dangerous, devastating. a beautiful woman with a sharper understanding of how to wield her weapon, she didn't want the attention that the two of them might draw to themselves, and when their eyes met, she had a feeling the thought was the same. were they here for the same reasons? oh, i hope i packed my good knives then.

it's all FUN AND GAMES until you've got to fight rival company.

CONSPIRE: for our muses to hide with each other at a houseparty, sitting on the floor in a coat closet or bathroom.

an arm loops itself about the other's as she escorts her to the bathroom, saying something along the lines of how it'd been an age, and shouldn't they catch up? this place, a labyrinth with an untold number of bathrooms, swallowed them whole. the shoes come off, in a move that signals how long she'd been here already, shooting olympia a stare as if to say SO WHAT before she sunk to the floor, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. they were both professionals. both stood on the same side, even, on occasion when the budget allowed for it. "i'm here for the chip program." the words, blunted, as she peered right back at the other woman. "who are you here for? i won't get in your way, if you don't get in mine."

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳  “ ♫ ”  𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝟹 - 𝟻 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂 ,      *   bonus points if receiver specifies lyrics ! for trevor & olympia bc uno reverse and i alsoo wanna see what you associate w them >:)

↪ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳 “ ♫ ” 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝟹 - 𝟻 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂 , * bonus points if receiver specifies lyrics ! | accepting for romantic ships only & we have plotted in depth about our ships where I can get a good idea of where it's going. Or if we have threads/you have a verse exclusive tag on my blog.

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑘 - 𝑁𝑖𝑦𝑘𝑒𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑛

Went a long way home / Pretty little thing, shouldn't walk alone / Sin and acetone / I just wanted to call and let you know / I miss you so / 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 / I miss you so / 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬  / Could've loved your worse / 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠 / Tell me, what's it worth? / Let's set it on fire and watch it burn / Been away too many days / 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦

𝐶𝑂𝑀𝑂 𝑈𝑁 𝐵𝐸𝐵𝐸 - 𝐽 𝐵𝑎𝑙𝑣𝑖𝑛, 𝐵𝑎𝑑 𝐵𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑦 & 𝑀𝑟 𝐸𝑎𝑧𝑖 * 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑏 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑

Come on, take it slow with me / Whatever you want, I want it too / Tell me what you want You know I will give it to you / If it's love you want / If it's love you need / 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦

𝐸𝑢𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑎 - 𝑈𝑆𝐻𝐸𝑅

Re-introduction to a feeling I don't wanna know / Yeah, I've been running, but it caught me somehow / 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲 / You make my heartbeat keep pumping / Why the hell you turn it up so loud? / I went in all the way, I thought I could get in and out / She said, “𝑅𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒” / But I threw caution to the wind and did it anyway / 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 - 𝐵𝑎𝑑 𝑂𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑠

I know the pain / That you hide behind the smile on your face / And not a day / Goes by where I don't think I feel the same / So will you wait me out / Or will you drown me out? / 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 / 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 / I can wait for years if I gotta / Heaven knows I ain't getting over you / Weigh down on me, stay 'til morning / Way down, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲?

[misrybred]

𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝟎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘, 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 look after her child, pick them up from school, while she did whatever she wished with her day. alicent did not want to be one of those parents no matter the amount of money she had or what level of wealth her child was born into--memories of her own childhood come to mind, the loneliness of it & she never wants to inflict that upon visenya or if any come after her. ( she had lived it, otto had been that parent. so focused on business, on what was demanded of him as an adult, with his elder boys, that he hardly had time for his only daughter. alicent was, is, saddened by that fact ... those memories. ) eyes remain forward behind dark sunglasses, arms crossed with hand holding onto the key to her car that she leans against. head turns feeling the other come innocently beside, ❛ waiting on a kid ? ❜ asked with a lightness in her tone. obviously she was.

[ * @faierytale gets a random starter ! ]