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‘ Good. This is a nice amount of injuries. Zero. Let’s aspire to this again. ‘
Injured, no-- shaken up, yes, but he made his best attempts at feigning otherwise, a lopsided smile, shaky as always because Bella always made him nervous especially when she spoke to him like this, like she'd seen the whole damn world while he'd been nothing but sitting idly. "Thanks for the concern," he managed with the decency at least to look sheepish. "Least we got us some food, right?"
‘ Stop doing that thing with your face. ‘
"Gasp. How dare." A hand to her chest, jaw slacked, Morgan's eyes went wide, comically so. "Danielle Kantor you wound me," she flipped her hair behind her shoulder, a pout on her lips that almost seemed real. If there was anyone she couldn't be upset or angry with it was her-- for some reason she seemed to be the only one to have that effect and thank goodness for that, she couldn't be known for having too many weakness. "This is called acting, I'll have you know and if you're nice to me I might teach you a trick or two, especially about acting like you've got tact." Though she sounded indignant, she winked, lips quickly spreading into a smile. "My face is beautiful. You should be so lucky."
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The Child Star, Cassidy Welch
Cassidy was made for a f/f ‘co-stars falling in love on set’ plot line. Unfortunately it never came to fruition but i’d love keep developing her. Cassidy has been acting for as long as she could remember. When she was young it was commercials, but when she hit tween status, she began to score regular supporting roles on Australian soap operas (think Neighbours, Home and Away, etc). And when she got tits and hips, cute yet adult enough to attract a male audience without making them feel bad for jacking off to a teen girl, she was became the lead. It was classic case of a child star being forced to grow up too quick. She wasn’t ready, she took to the spotlight too much, and became involved in the partying scene. She was off the rails, and every one was waiting for the big implosion that would mark the end of yet another child star’s career. But it never came. Just when it seemed like she’d become the next Britney or Lindsey, Cassidy Welch was nowhere to be found. Her name suspiciously absent from the tabloids...She went to university. Or, as they call it in the states: college. She did her education at UCLA in California majoring in Drama, and when she was finished, made her way to New York, focusing on stagework, but showing up in a few TV shows here and there (mostly procedurals, things like law and order). But now, she’s ready to get back into the small screen, for real, and it’s pilot season. So watch out Hollywood, here she comes.
(brandon) No. Bella refused to listen to the other's in the group, each one with a side to the story that she refused to believe was true because out of any of them, Brandon was the only one who didn't deserve to die. At first she lashes out, hitting anyone who even THINKS to get near her and then from there, sabotages them and leaves them behind to die slowly. That's what they get for letting him die and her to survive. An eye for an eye, but Brandon was worth more than all of them put together
iM sdfkajsd;g I literally don’t even have a response to this mY children, BRANDON MY SON bElla my bby its fine its ok
(cas) CAS NEVER DIES. IF HE EVEN TRIES TO DIE, ASHLEIGH WILL KILL HIM AND BRING HIM BACK TO LIFE ONLY TO KICK HIS ASS TO EVEN THINK ABOUT DYING BEFORE HER. IT'S NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN. FUCK THAT, SHE TELLS HIM AND ANYONE ELSE. SHE'LL PUNCH DOCTORS AND LAWYERS. ANYONE AND EVERYONE. SHE'LL KICK THE SHIT OUT OF THE GRIM REAPER IF NEED BE BECAUSE NO.
HE CAN’T DIE BECAUSE HE JUST HAS HEART ATTACKS AND EXPLAINS THEM TO HER AS HIS BIG DUMB HEART NOT BEING BIG ENOUGH TO HOLD ALL THE LOVE HE HAS FOR HER
Basically moral of the story is Cas is immortal Ash is immortal Cash is immortal they will never die NEVER THEY MUST BE TOGETHER FOREVER I INSIST.
1 & 3 ( Q ) 2 & 9 ( Clara ) 6 & 14 ( Ariel ) 15 & 17 ( Alice ) 7 & 13 ( Ryder ) 4 & 5 ( Jane )
Q
1. Holiday headcanon
Q likes a little more understated celebrations for holidays. At the orphanage they didn’t have much, so there was never a huge meal but always a lot of kids and people and talking and just being together like a family. The first holidays he spent at the castle were very overwhelming for him with the huge party and banquet the king and queen threw and he went to bed early, even though Daniel wanted to stay up late with him and steal some extra cookies from Santa because Santa could live with a full glass of milk and one and a half cookies.
Now that he’s older and in more control of his life, his ideal holidays would just be spending time in bed with Margot, drinking and watching the snow fall or with his daughters and loyal puppy Ben, reading and talking and drinking a ton of hot chocolate.
3. Sleeping headcanon
He’s great at spooning. Otherwise he is the legitimate worst to sleep with. Either his legs go all over the place or he rolls onto his stomach, face down into a pillow with his arm stretched out over you so you can’t move. And he won’t move either until morning. Sucks to suck.
Clara
2. Cooking headcanon
Edith Piaf playing from a CD player was her mother’s cooking partner ever since she could remember. In Clara’s kitchen, that little old CD player was the one thing that followed her around from her childhood home to college to her first home with her ex-husband to the apartment she has now. As well as that Edith Piaf CD. It’s like taking a little piece of home with her wherever she goes. Though now that she’s met Eddie and Daniel, Edith has to share her throne with the soundtrack to Ratatouille.
9. General physical contact headcanon
She’s a hugger. She’ll greet with hugs and she loves to linger for a few extra seconds. It makes her feel warm and she hopes that she can give that same feeling to everyone she meets.
Ariel
6. Hugging headcanon
Lmao she...does not. Unless that hugging involves hugging someone’s neck with her tail. Though she has wrapped her arms around a certain someone’s shoulders to be carried once or twice. But that’s totally not the same thing. Not at all. She’s just...resting. On their chest. Hearing their heartbeat and stuff.
14. Dancing headcanon (Hollywood!AU)
The accident that caused her to stop dancing wasn’t during a performance or anything but during a routine practice. Her usual partner, Isaiah happened to be bedridden with the flu that week so they’d gotten an understudy of sorts to practice with her. Confidence is everything and this guy did not have it just yet and messed up a lift that cost Ariel her ankle. She has no ill will against the guy and in fact they still keep in touch but she does miss performing on stage in that way.
Alice
15. Singing headcanon
Karaoke. She loves karaoke and get her to drink enough and to loosen up enough to actually admit it, she can make sure everyone around has a good time with it. We’re talking getting up on bars, dancing and dueting with nearly everyone (though having her bestie to sing along with her helps bring out her confidence a lot). Her go to song is Come On Eileen. Easy to sing while drunk because no one actually knows the lyrics in their entirety.
17. Soft spot headcanon
Basically anywhere she has a tattoo is a soft spot for her- wrists, back of the neck, side of the ribs. She tattooed as a means to cover all of those soft spots up. She doesn’t like being soft even if her job as an artist requires her to be emotional and in tune with the things that make her soft. If she can pretend she isn’t and isn’t into the sweet, gentle, romantic side of life that’s hurt her before then great.
Jane
4. Driving headcanon
She’s...terrible at it. Her parents never taught her how to do it, always keeping her up in hotel rooms and off the street to keep her safe from ULTRA agents and the only people she’s actually learned to drive from are the sixteen year old kids she harbors with dirt bikes who find doing wheelies and doughnuts more fun than proper road safety. They still practice in some big abandoned construction sites and open fields sometimes when it’s safe enough to go out. She’s never gotten any better. Never let her behind the wheel of anything. Ever.
5. Bathing/showering headcanon
She usually showers but if she has the privacy and time enough to do it, she loves baths. She used to take baths all of the time when she was still on the run with her parents. There wasn’t much to do in one hotel room while they were out. She loves long, bubbly baths that include her singing and a rubber ducky or two. One’s named Jeremy. He’s got cool guy sunglasses. Her parents got him for her. He’s kind of like a good luck charm even though people see him sitting on her desk more often than in the bathtub.
Ryder
7. Kissing headcanon
The beard is always a hit or miss with any girl he’s been with in that regard. And sometimes it was like that with the same girl. The last girl he was with before moving had a love/hate, hot/cold relationship with it that changed nearly every day and because he got frustrated and is also lazy, just decided to keep the beard as is so now ladies just gotta deal.
13. Nickname headcanon
Snow knight. It makes him roll his eyes but everyone at the precinct loves to call him that and will use the nickname relentlessly over the radio and comms just because it bothers him so much and they still think it’s clever. You know, snow because he’s Canadian and knight because his last name is Prince. And also because it rhymes. And also he’s a pretty princess.
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‘ I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again. ’
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Vince Salieri sprawled across the mattress, clad in only the the white sheets that tangled between his legs. His head was turned, eyes on that plump ass of hers, as she readied herself for his son. “When was the first time you killed someone,” he asked in the passing silence. He could see her expression in the mirror, that slight curve of her lips that a lesser man would have missed.
“I was twelve. I remember it vividly. Sometimes I even think about it when I’m with you.” Katrina paused to lift two pairs of earrings. “Red or blue?”
“Blue,” he answered, shifting his body now so he was facing her entirely. “Were you ever innocent?”
“It during a time where my uncle and my father were in heavy disagreement,” she went on, putting on the blue. “I was one of their disputes. That same year was the year that I bled between my legs. My mother, mind you, was still present during that time. When it came to me, my mother sided with my uncle. I may not have been the son they expected, but it did not mean I would grow up weak. My father, however, liked to treat me like a child. His printsessa. So my mother slipped around him. She led me to my uncle, to the place where he tied up bad men and slid their throat.” She paused once more to move from the vanity to the closet. Rina filed through her clothes as she continued.
“The smell was the first thing I noticed. It was so potent, so strong. Even then, at the ripe age of twelve, I knew there was something wrong. This was no ordinary trip to see my uncle. I began to search for something to defend myself for what waited on the other side of the door. I found a gun in one of my uncle’s drawers, but it didn’t feel right in my hand. In any case, I’ve never shot anyone more. I continued my search until my hands caught on a knife.” Katrina lifted a dress to her body, turning for him and waiting for his approval before slipping it on.
“So there I was, knife in my hand, and standing at the entrance of the door. My uncle had a fat grin on his face when he saw me. He was elated to see that my mother had managed to get me here, but even more so to see the knife in my hand. A ‘natural born Ivanov’, he called me. He pulled me closer then and told me to watch. The man himself was ugly in his state. I imagine he was quite attractive before my uncle scarred him and yanked off his nails. He had these ghost like eyes, blue in a sense, just like yours,” she said, peaking at him through her reflection. She moved for the vanity again.
“I didn’t know his name. I didn’t know what he had done. It didn’t occur to me that those questions were ones I could ask or were important, for that matter. He was there and tortured and that meant that he had done something wrong or against our family. In the end, it wouldn’t matter for what he did. He ended up there either way. My uncle had told me he was done with him and that he wanted me to finish him. He drew a ripe ‘X’ with the very knife that I had brought in to defend myself and told me to aim there.” Katrina ran her hand across the creases of her dress, examining herself for a moment and then him in the reflection. “I watched the ghost in his eyes fade as I dug my knife deeper into him. I did it again just to be sure. And again and again because I enjoyed it.” She turned to face him now. “And that was my first kill.”
“Were you ever innocent,” he asked as she crawled back onto his lap, his hand yanking on the freshly fixed hairdo.
A smile curved onto her features, wider this time. “I know my youth inspires it, makes you desire it, but I have no interest in repeating my innocence,” she said, her nails digging into his throat as she pushed him back down onto the mattress. She moved her lips to his ears. “I want the pleasure of losing it again,” she whispered, her teeth grazing his ears. She pulled herself off of him, faster than he could pull her back in for a kiss. “With your son tonight, nonetheless,” she added, scooping up her jacket and moving for the door. “You’ll pay for this room, won’t you,” she asked, though there was no question in her voice as moved for the door. “Oh, and don’t forget about the stain,” she added, gesturing towards the pool of red that colored the once white carpet. Wordlessly, Katrina stepped out of the room.
