#vivianhenrix

[gydalance]

Gyda had decided to take a small break from the break, making her way out to the back porch and taking a seat, throwing her feet up and sinking into a chair. Her brows furrowing as wondered how T was surviving in there before she noticed someone else outside. Her brows pulled together and she sat up with concern, “Hey, you alright? I understand if the parties a bit overwhelming. Just be happy my mom and dad are occupied by the people they know.” She chuckled, rolling her eyes. // @vivianhenrix​

[carringtxn]

Can’t make it.

Couldn’t make it. It shouldn’t have surprised him as much as those three words had. He was a big boy. Had this party planned for weeks (and very well could’ve waited until Saturday to do it) but, of course, something always happened. Something always fell through and it wasn’t like he could help it. People had responsibilities. Delilah had responsibilities and regardless of how much wealth he threw at her or how many things he offered to pay for (because money wasn’t that important when it came to spending it on her or their daughter), she never took it. Reaching out had come to a roaring halt. Never knew what he could do to connect with people other than tossing money in their direction. It was how he made friends. It was how he communicated and retained those connections.

Then there was Vi.

She never expected anything from him. Never asked for things, but also never refused his endless gifts. It wasn’t for the usual greed Lukas knew everyone held on their shoulders. She looked like she genuinely appreciated his advances towards that friendship. They could’ve talked all day, wrapped up in each other without a care in the world. He could vent to her. Ask for advice. Vivian was truly the only best friend he’d ever had. She was like a sister to him. She could make it. She always made it for him.

Sitting across from her on his large L shaped couch as the housekeepers and accompanying staff made their way around to decorate for the party later that night, he tucked his feet up, scooching closer as a laugh left his mouth. A genuine smile prevailing.

“Fuzzy handcuffs, Vi? Really?” He noted, shaking his head. “You should’ve seen my maid’s face. One word from them and I’m gonna be back in those shady gossip columns about seein’ someone on the side,” he snickered. “Besides. You know I’m a rope kind of guy.”

[ @vivianhenrix​ ]

[mindovcrheart]

💝

𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔢 | 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤

💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day?

“I love Valentine’s Day. I know it is trendy to be a cynic and I get everyone’s argument; but it is nice, seeing people on the streets, just… loving eachother. Couples, friends… it’s cute, it’s nice. Should we celebrate love everyday? Sure. Do we do it? No. Plus, who could ever hate heart-shaped anything?”

[clarissa--evans]

4,9 & 14

50 oddly specific headcanon asks.

Was there anything their parents pushed them to do? (e.g. sports, theatre, band)?

The easier answer to this question would be what didn’t her parents push her to do growing up. Every aspect of Clarissa’s life growing up was planned meticulously by her mother - from what school she went to, what classes she took, what activities she participated in, and what clothes she could wear. If it hadn’ t been for her father, Clarissa was almost certain Annette would have dictated who her friends could and couldn’t be. The two activities she did out of her own passions were reading and equestrian riding, the latter starting at the age of 15 when her father purchased Cinnamon for her. 

What chronic illnesses does your muse have, if any?

Clarissa is very thankful to say that apart from some common and minor allergies, she’s pretty healthy as of now. 

Does your muse have a “victory song” and if so, what is it?

Rachel Platten - Fight Song

[t-al-damiri-phd]

30, 38

30. Who was your muse’s first kiss?

Her name was Danielle Lissner, they were 13 and he’d only been living in the States for a year, and she was one of his few friends.  They went to a middle school dance together, they kissed once and they never talked about it again.  They’re friends on Facebook, but they haven’t spoken in years. 

38. What was your muses’s first job?

His first job wasn’t until he was back in Cairo finishing his last semester of his PhD (his father had bankrolled everything for him so he could focus on school), he was hired to lead a team digging in the Valley of the Kings, which is where he found the tomb that made his career as an archaeologist. 

[t-al-damiri-phd]

😤

😤 = How would/does your muse handle unruly, difficult or dangerous behavior from their children?

T doesn’t have children yet, but I think he would follow the example that was set for him by his father, who expected a lot from his children, but was very understanding that they weren’t perfect and would act out.  I think, as a parent, T would be firm, but loving and understanding, he’d sit his kids down and try to talk to them about what they were doing and what was happening, but if he had to punish them, he would do it.  I think, at the end of the day, he’d always try and keep a level head, but he’s only human, so I’m sure there’d be some yelling and occasional fighting, but nothing extreme, he’d want to be the kind of dad his father could be proud of.

[everettalbert]

@vivianhenrix

Everett was taking his time playing with the kittens at the pet store, laughing and cooing. He looked up at the owner with a sheepish smile. “I don’t know what to do, I love them all,” he said. “I think I also want to meet some of your dogs? Is that possible? I’m sorry I’m probably taking up a lot of your time.” 

[misssofiew]

❛ Just promise me you’ll be careful. ❜

* (  𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

          “If there’s one thing I can promise you is that i’m always careful when it comes to my life. I want to live for a long time.” Sofia said with a reassuring smile, perhaps in some areas of her life she should be more careful, but she’d work on that another day. For now she was looking forward to jumping out of an airplane for the first time.