#she's impressed

[eros-telesse]

Jon : Am I right, Damian ?

Damian : I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

[survivingpierce]

@vermelain sent: The silence was suspicious. Which, to be fair, was never a good sign when it came to Finn Mikaelson. He stood in the doorway of her latest temporary apartment like he owned the entire building, which he might, she hadn’t checked and held a single flower in his hand. Not roses, no. Not even something tragically poetic like dead lilies. It was a daisy. A single, stupidly cheerful daisy. Like it had been ripped straight out of a children’s book. He looked like he hated it. And possibly himself. ❝ Before you say anything ❞ Finn held up a finger, the daisy dangling from his other hand like it had deeply offended him, ❝ I am perfectly aware this is embarrassing. I am also aware that you were never going to ask me out first, because apparently your feminism is so powerful it eats romance for breakfast. ❞ He took a breath. Theatrical. Long-suffering. ❝ So. Here I am. Standing in the hallway like a Victorian governess who just remembered what feelings are. Asking you, Katherine Pierce, out on a proper date. The kind with food, and candles, and possibly… regrettable emotional vulnerability. ❞ He thrust the daisy forward like it was a weapon, eyes narrowing in a mock glare. ❝ Take this flower and let me emotionally ruin myself like a gentleman, or so help me, I will leave it in your mailbox with a handwritten sonnet and a plague curse. Your choice. ❞ And yet under the snark and dramatics, he looked almost… hopeful. Which, frankly, was disgusting.

       katherine's smile bloomed when she opened the door to find finn mikaelson waiting for her, his daisy-wielding dramatics apartment doorway pure entertainment. his mock glare and 'embarrassing' whine sparked a laugh, her eyes glinting with mischief. "finn mikaelson, i didn't expect you to overcome your shadow and actually come and meet me. and playing romantic with a daisy? didn’t see that coming. actually, that's ... oddly charming. not your cliché roses. i'm touched you tried," she said, leaning against the frame, voice dripping with tease. "my feminism doesn’t eat romance; it demands effort. and you’re delivering, i’ll give you that." her gaze flicked to the daisy, simple, almost childish. unexpected, though. who would think about picking a daisy? even if it was a last-second idea, it was a surprising choice.

       "candles, food, and your mopey confessions? tempting," she said, her smirk sly but warm. "fine, you convinced me. i’ll go on your little date. but also because i don't know i'm capable of swooning over handwritten sonnets and plague curses," she winked, a light chuckle escaping her throat. she has to say ... she's impressed. his appearance here and his words were intriguing, as if he truly could be a hidden jewel.

       "hold on," she added, stepping back, her voice playful. "let me grab a jacket, unless you want me freezing while you bare your soul." katherine sauntered to her closet, snatching a sleek leather jacket, her heels clicking as she returned, taking the daisy with a mock curtsy. "alright, mikaelson, lead the way. dazzle me; or at least don’t bore me." her eyes locked his, flirty yet challenging, genuinely eager to see where this lonely, daisy-toting original would take her, ready for a night that might just surprise them both.  

[affectionate-remedy]

"Damn, Ava. . ~"

[auntiezelda]

Let’s play carpenter. First we’ll get hammered, then I’ll nail you.

Send my muse some bad pick-up lines!

"That line is actually quite good," Zelda laughed. "It also sounds like a fun evening."

[hopefulindespair]

From Anon: "Hey Celeste, do you wanna try this shake I made?" Eri asked, carrying a tray filled with mostly empty milkshake glasses. The only milkshake left untouched was all red and black, from the strawberry ice cream to the black whipped cream with a tiny queen of hearts card on top. "I tried to make milkshakes themed around random ultimate's, and I ended up making one for you." - Chia

Celeste looked up from her book and saw Eri standing there with a tray. “Oh? It looks quite refined.” She didn’t go to grab it, instead waiting for it to be served to her. When it was, she admired how much it resembled her, maybe it was something she should request more often and have made in her own castle when her dream becomes a reality. She raised the glass to try a little of it and put it down, sure enough her facial features haven’t changed as she looked at the glass as if it were an opponent. 

“It is most delectable, you truly have outdone yourself.” Celeste wasn’t going to shrug off good work, especially when it was someone who could end up working for her among her servants. Picking up a silver spoon she made work to finish the rest, all that was missing was her own private music recital to fit the mood. No, this will do for now but it wasn’t like she’d settle for just the bare minimum. Maybe she could get the fool to learn how to play the violin? As much as she hated him he had his uses. 

[stedelasso]

She wants to know what else those hands can do

[arcxnumvitae]

So it begins

Submit a picture of your muse, and my muse will react to their appearance in the picture in-character!

The mutt actually looked…decent. Somewhat decent. What a surprise. She wouldn’t have expected him to even know what formal wear was let alone actually don it. But like she would actually say any compliments out loud, his ego was healthy and irritating enough as it was. So instead Katarina raised a brow and asked, “What was that saying about putting lipstick on pigs again?” 

[scrapworth-blog]

❛ what was yer name again? junkrat? i rememba’ seein’ wanted posters of ya’ and the big fuck all ova’ junkertown at one point. and now yer out here, ruinin’ all these rich wanker’s lives. good on ya’ mate, good on ya’. ❜

*     @cookinem.