#lavenderrpages

[bcrrycakes]

CLOSED STARTER for @lavenderrpages PLOT: this plot from your tag - thinking val has lived there for ages and she's also a bit of a workaholic so it's the first time she's really meeting any of her neighbors MUSE: valerie "val" acosta, 54, she/her, bisexual, law professor

VAL WOULD SAY IT HAD BEEN A LONG WEEK but she didn't know any other kind. midterms, though, were certainly a special kind of hell. at least after finals she wouldn't have to witness the spirals or breakdowns ⏤ but now she had weeks of facing what seemed like an endless stream of pre-law hopefuls swallowing that bitter pill of realization that this might not be the path for them. it was always sad to see. needless to say, her office hours had been fully booked following the exams, teary-eyed students seeking her advice for how to help the material sink in or what they could do to help boost their grade before finals. by the time she left campus it was nearly ten and she was so hopeful that she would actually get a decent amount of sleep because that tired ache in her body was begging for her bed ⏤ but when she finally settled in and did that one last check of her phone she saw the notification from her husband. or, well. soon-to-be-ex-husband. and just like that, val was wide awake. grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses, she peeked outside before crossing the lawns to the other's front door. val had barely knocked before the door opened. "i should have grabbed another," she said with a tired smile, "it's feeling like a two-bottle kind of night."

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @lavenderrpages || Mira and Vera (x)

She should have known that this would be a mistake, should have known that giving in to her desires for Vera after things fell apart was stupid. But she was only human and even if their relationship had not worked out, they had always done very well in the physical sense. It had been going well, but it seemed that old feelings were beginning to raise their ugly heads now and, well... There they were.

"No, I don't... I don't want that. I'm sorry. I guess it's just getting harder than I thought." she replied, the silence becoming too much. "I don't have any right to say things like that, not anymore."

[sinistersick]

LOCATION: some dive bar WRITTEN FOR: @lavenderrpages MUSES: clover + dilara

Time away from her children didn’t happen too often. Not because Dilara had no one to look after them, but because she couldn’t bear the distance for too long. Anxiety often took over and she found herself having less fun than she’d initially hoped for. But this time she hadn’t given in to the pull. Hadn’t stopped herself from going, despite the ever creeping need to call and see them. Her husband, Cameron - for once - had offered to watch over them which at the very least she had peace of mind. Entering the first dive bar she found, far from anyone who may know her, Dee walked around for a while. Observing the scene before deciding this was a calm enough environment for her to entertain. Nothing like the previous bar she’d enter that had been packed with people far her junior. A single glance inside had unnerved her enough to exit. “  A dry martini, please.  ” she asked the bartender, leaning over the bar top so she’s heard over the music. Turning her head to the side, Dilara smiled at a female before turning back to the bartender, “  And another of whatever she’s having.  ” she paused, turning back to the woman with a gentle smile, “  So long as that’s alright with you?  ”

[magicaemaxima]

“ I thought you said you knew where to go” karolina -> dionysia @lavenderrpages

"Yes, as in I know where I want to go. I don't know how to get there. I'm winging it." Dionysia told her. Her driving was fast and chaotic, but she wasn't going too far over the speed limit, nor was she crashing into things.

[wlwhq]

@lavenderrpages gets an angsty starter xo

"you need to let this go." sam didn't know what this was presently - their fucked-up situation, or her. her eyes flashed anxiously between them and her husband, drink in hand and socializing at this party across the room. "i don't know what your game is, but clark's here and we need to not...do this."

[halfvampirehalflycan]

Starter Call (x) l @lavenderrpages

Michael could feel his head pounding, and knew it wouldn't be too much longer until he had to feed again. Blood was hard to come by, without breaking into another vampire safe house, but it wasn't to that point yet. He knew that it would put the vampires on his and Selene's tail, and they were already hunted enough. The run-down house they were currently hiding in had holes in the roof and did not feel safe, but Michael did not smell vampires or lycans anywhere near them. It would give them at least some time to figure out their next move before continuing onward.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Michael approached Selene, trying to keep his distance a bit as to not overwhelm her.

[mournfulminds]

╱ starter for ❪ @lavenderrpages​ ❫ .

It was an unexpected invitation for James and most likely last-minute on the other's end (not that she minded), for it had been days since she had holed up in her at-home office, working past any sensible hour, to make her deadline. Piles of boxes, both delivery and takeout had shielded most surfaces, sans for the endless sketches and swaths of fabric that were laying around in an erratic bearing, a not-so-subtle tribute to her success. "It is a party at my office to boost moral or some bs, I don't know why you are so excited, it's going to be a bunch of boring lawyers," Hoon said as they were on their way up the elevator, James perhaps a bit overdressed, though she claimed that work was not in her terminology, since she knew one could never look too good. In truth, he had asked her so he did not have to go alone, having just gone through a hellish breakup. And he had a colleague who was quietly waiting to ask him out, unable to reject her and make things awkward, he chose the route of bringing James', and James, well she was just there for the free food and open bar.

When they arrived, the pair got a drink and did a quick lap before Hoon was "abducted" away by some colleagues, for just a conversation with this client, or soon-to-be client, she was not sure which, but she did not care to be a part of the smooze fest, stepping onto the sizable terrace. The darkened sky was surfaced by a sea of stars, quite a lovely canvas, James not seeing, or not caring if there was a "no smoking" sign. The woman was having difficulty getting her lighter to work with the slight breeze when she heard the door open, signalling someone had joined her, either Hoon or someone coming to tell her she could not smoke. "I was holding it for a friend," she quipped, rotating and her features falling when she realised who it was. It was a micro character, more shock than anything as it was replaced with a smile, lissome fingers pulling the cigarette from her lips. "Howdy neighbour... wonderful to see you out here in the wild." A creature of habit, only used to stealing glances of Pyper in the hobby or riding the elevator up and exchanging pleasantries or sunny quips, save for that night in James' place, the scent of rain, lively in her mind.

[myxtorturedxheart]

@lavenderrpages​ liked for a starter

“If you let me hide out here for fifteen minutes, I’ll buy you dinner.” Hayes hadn’t realised someone was already in the room when she had run in there, hiding out from the press that decided to try and harass her after a meeting with a client, she smiled at the other woman, leaning against the door and letting out a sigh. “I honestly thought this room was empty.”