#prxttythngs

[silkchvffon]

closed for @prxttythngs ╱ continued from here.

HER EYES NARROW AT THE INSULT. she'd be offended if she ever took anything coming out of aleksei's mouth seriously. « you're hardly qualified to give feedback, » lucia mutters to herself. « it's not hard to shut your mouth every once in a while. you should try it. you might even like it. » she would.

[invcntions]

closed starter my love @prxttythngs

he's not sure what he expected from the late night knock at the door, a lost takeout driver, some poorly timed delivery — whatever possibilities crossed his mind, none of them would have led him to silas. his heart still skips a beat at the familiar sight of the other male, as if it could take the chance to jump from his chest back to the person it actually belongs to. archie pushes the thought quickly down, blue-eyed gaze darting across the other male as teeth bite softly against the inside of his cheek. it's unfair how quickly the ache rises back inside his chest, the way it had when they split up, or at hearing silas' voice even for a moment on the far end of the phone. it's far worse being in front of him, getting more than a glimpse of dark hair across the courtyard “ you alright? ” he questions softly, a quick glance over his ex-boyfriend enough to wager a strong bet whose company he's come from.

[sunliights]

a continuation from here for @prxttythngs

"really?" cemre's eyebrows raise in surprise, though she figures that she's only being teased just as much as she's teasing. a laugh escapes her and she shakes her head. "my boyfriend?" she echoes evangeline, "no. i don't have a boyfriend. i like to get nice things to wear for myself... mostly. it makes me feel good."

[etxrnaleclipse]

Cont. from @prxttythngs || Steven and Charlie (x)

He took a slow, deep breath as he felt the gun against his cheek, before reluctantly obliging, letting his firearm drop into the snow at his feet. He then raised his hands to show that he was complying, holding them in front of him with his palms in view, but tensed ready to fight should he need to.

"Nobody is gonna shoot anyone, ok? Let's just take a moment." Steven tried to think back on the de-escalation techniques he had been taught, hoping that they would actually come in handy now. "I'd say that being involved in an armed robbery is something that could be considered wrong."

[ofdisregard]

continued from here for tracking purposes. | @prxttythngs

Her expression didn’t falter, but the weight of their gaze—a needle threading through the facade she wore so expertly—pricked at the edges of her composure. Their words were velvet-wrapped barbs, soft to the ear but sharp in implication. They were testing her.

The faint pressure of their touch lingered on her arm, deliberate and fleeting, like a whisper brushing too close. Eleanor’s lips curved into a polished smile, a subtle weapon wielded with precision. ❝Indeed,❞ she murmured, her tone a study in elegance, ❝I am. It would be my pleasure to assist you.❞

The painting they led her to was familiar, of course. Every piece in this gallery had passed through her hands, scrutinized under both artistic and analytical eyes. Yet now, standing beside them, she found her attention split—half on the canvas, half on the enigmatic figure at her side.

❝A fascinating subject,❞ Eleanor agreed, her voice lilting as she folded her hands neatly in front of her. The man in the portrait stared back at her with disarming boldness, an eerie parallel to the unyielding focus she felt at her side. ❝To paint oneself in the face of danger... It could be seen as an act of defiance, don’t you think? A refusal to be erased, even when the world would demand otherwise.❞

She tilted her head slightly, letting the words settle as her gaze flicked toward them, catching their profile in the soft light. ❝But then,❞ she continued, her voice dipping into a quieter register, just for them, ❝perhaps it’s not defiance at all. Perhaps it’s a message. To those who might come after.❞

A pause, deliberate and charged. Her eyes lingered, tracing the fine line between curiosity and calculation. ❝You seem well-versed in this artist’s story,❞ she noted, her smile returning—measured, sharp as glass beneath silk. ❝Though I can’t help but wonder... is it the art that fascinates you, or the man behind it?❞

Her clutch remained steady in her hand, a silent anchor in the storm of questions swirling just beneath her composed exterior. Eleanor could play this game as long as they wished—but she had every intention of winning.

[fcggywindows]

closed for;; @prxttythngs plot;; Could be her date or she could get stood up and your character is a stranger :)

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Sunny taps her lip thoughtfully with her pen, in the midst of brainstorming new ideas. It's not usually what she does, but she started out in the industry as a designer, after all, and though her ideas and palettes rarely see actual production, she is very much of the mind that flexing creative muscles expands the business mind as well.

She's also waiting for her date to arrive. They met online, through a website for people interested in the BDSM lifestyle, and after some chatting, they'd decided to meet up in person and see if the spark is there.

[vntageheart]

closed starter for @prxttythngs / ft. reagan

After enjoying the short break for Christmas, Reagan found herself back on the ranch for the day, doing what she loved. The familiar sights and sounds of the ranch brought her a sense of peace and contentment. However, she couldn't stop thinking about the plans she had later on. It was the night before the new year was going to be rung in, and having someone special to celebrate with felt beyond words. As the sun started to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape, Reagan knew it was time to wrap things up at the ranch. She finished feeding the horses, made sure the barn was secure, and took one last look at the place she cherished so much. With a smile, she headed home, excited for the evening ahead. Once home, Reagan quickly showered, the warm water washing away the dust and sweat from her day. Thankfully, she had already picked out the perfect dress for the occasion. It wouldn't take too long for her to get ready, and she wanted to be prepared by the time they arrived to pick her up around 7. As she slipped into the dress, she admired her reflection in the mirror. The dress fit perfectly, accentuating her figure and making her feel radiant. She styled her hair, adding a touch of makeup to complete the look. With each step, her excitement grew, and she couldn't help but imagine the fun they would have together.

[loredrops]

@prxttythngs liked for a starter . based on this .

𝒕𝒘𝒐  𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔  𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅  everything  .  his  job  kept  him  on  his  toes  ,  always  watching  over  his  shoulder  ,  until  eventually  he  was  forced  into  hiding  for  a  while  .  but  amidst  the  chaos  ,  there  was  one  constant  ,  one  he  never  thought  would  drift  —  her.    the  mere  thought  of  someone  else  touching  her  ,  was  a  poison  that  seeped  into  his  veins  ,  corroding  him  from  the  inside  out  .  "  be  honest  .  do  you  love  him  ?  "