#lambsgod

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closed to @angeldcgs

it wasn't the first time this week he'd called on her and, if one didn't know the youngest lord ryland any better, such an action could be mistaken as some sort of intention to take their relationship further. of course, he had no such intention. though if that was what she had begun to believe, well.... who was he to deny himself the adoration of a woman in love? he entered the sitting room after his introduction, head bowing in lieu of a hello. "i hope you don't mind me visiting so soon after the last... i was just so curious to hear your thoughts on that book i lent you." a book max himself hadn't read, mind you, but it had seemed like something that would interest her and this stage was all about indulging a young woman's interests.

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closed for @angeldcgs ft. faye sanderson

he couldn't quite name the feeling circulating in his chest... a blend of excitement and dread that made him only slightly nauseous as he made the rounds of introductions at the party he'd been goaded into hosting. typically he'd have remained stationed at the head of the ballroom, allowing his guests to come greet him, but he was looking for a particularly important guest. it'd been just under a fortnight since they were last alone together as business had taken him back to london, but he had thought of their afternoon together almost constantly. when he finally spotted familiar blonde curls, maxwell approached with a gentle smile and a bow of his head. "miss sanderson." his eyes raked over her form slowly but subtly, imagining the curves he'd been dreaming about beneath those wretched layers of fabric. "you look lovely this evening; have you been quite well since we last spoke?"

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closed for @lambsgod inspo: it's giving she caught them in the back rows of the library doing something they shouldn't whether it's usfw or just them smoking or w/e all she knows is they're disrespecting her books >(

most of the complaints she received throughout the day were hardly worth investigating: petty disputes between children, the elderly annoyed by any teenage presence... but after four complaints of an odd noise coming from one of the reference sections, mai had no choice but to see for herself what was causing the commotion. "hey, whatever it is you're doing can you just keep it down? this is a libr—" she'd begun her spiel before rounding the corner, but as she made eye contact with the perpetrator, she couldn't help the look of shock that took over her face. "what are you doing?!"

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closed for @lambsgod inspo: either someone in her parent's congregation or maybe a reporter/paparazzo who catches her in a compromising situation like hanging off the arm of some tiktok influencer or stumbling out of a club at three am and she's !!! desperate to make sure they keep it to themselves :\

in hindsight, it wasn't as though leah had been particularly careful when she'd snuck out against her family's wishes to meet up with a few new friends who insisted she was being oppressed. but it wasn't as though she had ever disobeyed before, not the way her brothers and older sister were prone to. it felt like immediate, divine retribution that she had been caught and yet still she was hopeful that she could talk them into showing her mercy. "please, you have no idea what my father will say if that picture gets out." thin fingers wound around their wrist without permission, all but falling to her knees. "whatever you want: money? plane tickets somewhere? anything! i can probably get it."

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closed starter for @angeldcgs ft. ingrid cohen

"look— i think you're great. honestly, i do!" the words were dripping with sincerity, even as she crawled to the edge of the bed to gather her t-shirt (or is it theirs? either way, it'll be going home with ingrid) and tug it over her head. "but this just can't happen again. you get it. right, doll?"

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closed starter for @angeldcgs ft. devon presley

it wasn't often enough that they got to relax after sex.... usually they were scrambling to redress themselves before their partner came home or before their boss felt the need to investigate the thumping coming from the janitor's closet. it was dangerous, frankly.... it gave devon far too much time to think, and as their head rested on his chest, rising and falling slowly with the rhythm of his breath, he combed his fingers through their hair. "y'know— i don't think anyone would miss 'im if we just killed him. in fact, people would probably thank us."

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closed for @lambsgod plot in source !

it was standard, really, to perform interviews individually for the privacy and comfort of each performer, but ethan particularly enjoyed getting the chance to assess each actor on their own. not just for his work, but for his extracurricular interests that required a naive, eager party to really entertain him. he studied their expression as he jot down a few notes before closing the notebook in his lap and offering an easy, relaxed smile. "and how are you adjusting? this is your first major film project, yes? are you getting along with the rest of the cast and crew alright? because i'd be happy to make some introductions if you need."

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closed for @lambsgod

the aura she gave off was..... overwhelming. as if the piercing gaze she fixed people with weren't enough, there was something menacing about the way she sized people up as though contemplating making a snack of them. all of those things were practically screaming out for his attention as he readied his approach, but archie wasn't deterred. even with the sinister air surrounding her at times, he'd never seen someone so beautiful and even what he suspected would be an immediate rejection was worth it just to have her cut him down to size face-to-face. "hi— i doubt you remember me... i was in last weekend? with a group of guys and—- anyway, that's not important i was just wondering—- well, what i would like is to buy you a drink. if that's alright."