Power.

Isaiah Jennings Secret keeper CEO of INFAMY Magazine Professional liar

[daniellecampbells-archive-blog]

family dinner

[killerangelsplot]

♕ 6:40 PM // FAO SCHWARZ TEDDY BEARS

[littleadalfieri-blog]

     A thousand five hundred… That was a hefty amount, even for someone like Lucia. Biting her lip she turned around to see a young woman vying desperately for the bears and compassion got the better of her; perhaps the lady wanted them for her children, or perhaps it was for another family member… The look on her face made it obvious that whoever she was, she would make far better use of the bears than Lucia ever would. 

What would she have done with the bears anyway? Hug them? Place them at the end of her bed? As much as the bears were adorable, Lucia had to admit that the age when it was socially acceptable to have plush toys were long gone for her… Prissy would have laughed and rolled her eyes at the sight of them. Yes, perhaps it would be best not to bid for these bears. After all, it was only the beginning of the night and there were still plenty of items to bid for.

With a slight nod, Lucia turned back to face the podium, a slight smile on her face. Between the two current bidders, she hoped the lady would secure the bears. She seemed far more capable to find them a safe home than the man was.

[twofacedkiing]

Isaiah glanced at the Schwarz teddy bears, which were as large as those presenting them. A soft smile escaped his lips, something so unfamiliar and unknown to him, but so right at the same time. It was a smile dedicated to her, she who had claimed his tainted heart in ways he’d never understood. She was the light to his darkness, the amusement to his anger, the soft summer breeze to his heavy burden. Now was the time to reveal himself, to stand up as numbers slowly found their ways over peoples heads, the numbers being called directly afterwards. And here he found himself compelled to buy them for her, to treat her the way he always had loved to treat her.  “Two thousand!” 

Isaiah’s voice remained steady and focussed on his desires. Clearly he aimed to outbid her in order to hand them over as a present. His eyes searched for her and a soft and almost victorious smile followed as his eyes were moments away from becoming glossy and warm.

[twofacedkiing]

 He wore a pitch black suit with a simple red tie to not draw any attention towards him. His intentions were clear: stay hidden as long as you can, mix with the crowd until you’ve found one item you’re truly interested in. Two guards were positioned on his sides, guarding him towards the entrance and onto his seat, making sure he remained hidden, at least for most. Isaiah smirked as he heard a voice in his ear, sounding slightly metallic, different than others. He’d placed an almost invisible earplug into his left ear to hear another person, a well educated specialist of auctionsm, just so he’d be sure which objects were actually worth the price. 

He sat in his chair, tried to focus on the stage and not talk to anyone, but he knew they’d soon try and go talk to him. 

[twofacedkiing]

April 20th -- O’HARA CHARITY AUCTION -- Black and red, two elegant colors perfectly matching together in such an event. He likes to be one with the crowd, especially at auction events. Isaiah wears a dot-patterned tie and a golden watch on his left wirst. You can find him (looking extremely dapper) in one of the corners, watching the auction before finally joining the party, There are two guards watching him, whereas there are also two experts are nearby, which he manipulated to advise him. 

[twofacedkiing]

jaxandaces:

twofacedkiing:

At this point he knew they were only being polite to cover up each other’s demons. Maybe they were similar in a few aspects, but Isaiah knew, deep down, that those similarities were mostly based on a fake smile, bad intentions. He didn’t knew much about Jasper, but what he knew meant only a certain kind of danger, which he tried to avoid at all costs.  Isaiah smiled widely enough for his white teeth to make a great contrast between his skin color and his row of perfectly healthy looking teeth. His trademark, that one thing which actually stood out once he appeared before the camera. They were like weapons in an unarmed warfare.

“They might as well just watch me while they wait.” Isaiah rolles his eyes. He didn’t seemed annoyed or in any way offendes by his words. Instead he laughed, drawing people to him like a magnet and not long before voices started to emerge.  “Come on, you can go. I’ll distract them.” the usual helpful self, as always. 

          In a way, he could understand the appeal: the jolliness, the laughter, the ever-lingering sense of merriness…amity. Jax smiled with polite coldness, an unfamiliarity, as he looked into the face of the man who has half the world in love with his whims, and had the distinct impression that if they truly wore their emotions in their expressions, a very different front would be out on view. “I can feel people dying behind me as they wait to shake your hand - it wouldn’t be very familial of me to let those stats rise, would it?” It was a dry piece of humor, but delivered in a not entirely unpleasant manner. “Well - I’ll be off then. Let’s hope this line is somewhat diminished by dinnertime, yeah?” Another resurgence of the smile as he gestures towards the shuffling masses and then he turns to leave as a rush of fans emerge to fill the vacancy. 

                                                      [END]

[twofacedkiing]

jaxandaces:

       Jax’s smile didn’t falter. They were wearing twin masks of false camaraderie, and though the other man was most likely, as all others, oblivious to his true feelings in the situation, it wasn’t difficult to be suspicious of the grin upon Isaiah’s face. As a rule, Jax didn’t trust those who were too jovial - there was a falseness to continuous merriness that had always struck him as obvious. “I’m just passing through, unfortunately. No fans to tether me to the ground.” He didn’t give any hint that, even if he were going in, he still wouldn’t opt to wait, no matter if it were friend or acquaintance. “Though the place can use someone like you redirecting their traffic. Who knows?” Looking over Isaiah’s shoulder at the small cafe behind him, Jax read the name out loud, “Au Bon Pain might  be getting an unexpected influx in customers today.” 

At this point he knew they were only being polite to cover up each other’s demons. Maybe they were similar in a few aspects, but Isaiah knew, deep down, that those similarities were mostly based on a fake smile, bad intentions. He didn’t knew much about Jasper, but what he knew meant only a certain kind of danger, which he tried to avoid at all costs.  Isaiah smiled widely enough for his white teeth to make a great contrast between his skin color and his row of perfectly healthy looking teeth. His trademark, that one thing which actually stood out once he appeared before the camera. They were like weapons in an unarmed warfare.

“They might as well just watch me while they wait.” Isaiah rolles his eyes. He didn’t seemed annoyed or in any way offendes by his words. Instead he laughed, drawing people to him like a magnet and not long before voices started to emerge.  “Come on, you can go. I’ll distract them.” the usual helpful self, as always. 

[twofacedkiing]

jaxandaces:

          “Isaiah,” he greeted, forcing a smile onto his features. Though they were by no means close, the two of them frequented a somewhat overlapping realm, what with Kitty and Rosalie and all those others that Jax had come to know. “Don’t you have a pass? People’ll be coming up to you for autographs at this rate.” A short laugh, not entirely sincere, but not cold, either. 

Surely he could have chosen the easy way from the back, but where would be the fun in it?  Besides showing yourself among fans sometimes had great effects and easy publicity as well. “Nah -- not for a burger. I’m just like everyone else here, I’m not going to start a scene just because I want to eat something.”, he faked a smile before he started to laugh. “At least I have company.”

[geekorunique]

[twofacedkiing]

Headcanon: Isaiah is taking Lucia to one of his special trips in which they’re enjoying a sunny day at the zoo. After that they’ll eat ice cream and take those photos in a photo booth.  (◕‿◕✿)

[sammrps]

“Whatever happened in the Bayou, I’m not your guy. But with the way things are going eventually I might have to be.”

[prettymysticfalls]

[twofacedkiing]

prettymysticfalls:

Charles Michael Davis, Daniel Gillies & Danielle Campbell at EW Comic Con Tumblr Booth

[twofacedkiing]

jaxandaces:

           “I can’t even see the first person in line. You’ll be here for hours.” Coming to a stop besides them, he squints against the sun, raising one hand to emphasize his point. “So. Are you waiting for the burgers or the fame?”

“The burgers.” Isaiah replied abruptly before turning around to Jasper, who he hadn’t heard coming. The streets had been far too noisy, so he purposely spoke louder so Jasper could hear him. “Those are the best burgers in town -- would be a shame if I wouldn’t use my leisure for something simple like that.”

[twofacedkiing]

sugarcoatedvixen:

She liked to think there was a spell she casted — with that wide-eyed look of innocence, so convincing that even Mia herself could forget the sins her livelihood depended on. They weren’t sins, though — not in her rose-coloured perception; if god hadn’t wished such a life for her, why would he have presented her with a clear path that needed only her footsteps? The things she loved couldn’t be wrong — not when they brought the highest caliber of euphoria known to woman, not when it was so easy to cast that irresistible spell of hers over and over again with a mere bat of her eyelashes and a well timed graze of a man’s arm.

As it seemed, even a man who could have anyone he dreamed of was far from immune to her perfectly rehearsed brand of irreproachability. She watched as he pulled a handful of dollar bills from his wallet, slipping them into the tip jar on the counter — likely twice what his black coffee was worth, but yet another sign that wealth meant nothing to men like Isaiah Jennings. No, he traded in commodities worth much more than crumpled jade-coloured bills — commodities that Mia certainly fancied herself one of. “So generous,” she repeated with a sigh, bringing her eyes from the jar back to the man before her.

She accepted the cupcake from the barista, swirling her finger in the icing before popping the digit into her mouth, licking the dollop of vanilla clean off of her fingertip, her eyes not breaking with his for a moment as she did so. “It’s delicious,” she purred. “You really have a gift.” With a bite of her lip, her finger dipped back into the icing once more — this time, she raised it to his lips rather than her own. “Want a taste?” she hummed. Her hand hovered before him, feet taking a slow step closer. “If you want me to show you what I like,” she ventured, voice low, lips above his shoulder — though she had to raise herself onto her toes to do so, “I get off at two this morning.”

She chuckled, taking the napkin and slipping it into her purse. “Vintage,” she chuckled, unable to account for the last time someone had handed her a phone number on pen and paper, if ever. “Well, if I’m ever in need of that escape, I’ll give you a call.” Odds were, her craving for a chance to dissolve from her reality and into his would come sooner rather than later.

Yes, she seemed rather naive to his charms, but also fully aware of her capabilities. Her charme, her looks, her voice -- they all harmonized perfectly, leaving the impression of an almost perfect human being, a woman capable of stealing many hearts at once. She was purely based on sugar with a little bit of spice, just the right amount for him. Alas Mia had the looks of a teenager, which ultimately convinced him to keep it ‘G-Rated’. There were thoughts spinning inside of his head, pushing away all those other awful thoughts about chaos, betrayal and lies. He wasn’t able to stop them nor even tried to. She was sitting there in a beautiful dress, a drink in her left, smiling at him from afar. Reality and imagination weren’t too far away from one another, yet in his dreams they were alone, smiling at one another, having a good time. Right now they were watched from every angle, admired from afar. 

Only a grin followed her words, which were the usual heart-balm he loved so much, couldn’t get enough of. It all reminded him far too well of his childhood, how he had everything his heart desired, playing around and causing a few misfortunes to others. “No big deal, really.”, he said before returning his gaze to her. It felt like ages since they’d last seen each other -- it must have been a side effect from her addicting personality, her sweet looks. 

For some odd reason Isaiah pressed his lips into a thin line, suddenly feeling as if tables had turned -- a very unknown and peculiar feeling for him and honestly: he hated it. No he moved in her orbit, drawn to her sweet voice and personality. Yes, he would let her in, just long enough to have his way and his way alone. 

He laughed, tried to keep it as quiet as possible. They would talk about them, outfling their phones to shoot the best pictures possible. “You’re a real tease.” he whispered as he watched her licking off the icing from her slender finger. Her glossy lips were tempting, so fucking tempting. He felt her breath on his neck, smelled her perfume and heard her voice vibrating next to his ear. Her words were enchanting, too good to be true. He catched himself admiring her far too much -- not a good sign for someone like Isaiah Jennings.  “Hey hey -- easy there.”

Isaiah softly took her hand and guided her finger close to his mouth before grabbing a tissue and wiping away the icing from her finger. He would be doomed to act imtimate with a girl of her age -- not like this. The showmaster looked around, forcing others to finally look away and mind their own business. “As much as I appreciate your offer: I’m probably too old for you, sugar -- and you’re certainly too young for me. You could be my ruin, you know?” he mused.

[twofacedkiing]

Blood, Sweat and Tears | Rosalie + Isaiah

[twofacedkiing]

thornofarosalie:

After being escorted to Isaiah’s office, Rosalie had begun to grow nosy, walking around the room and prodding things that she most definitely was not supposed to. Had his desk drawers not been locked, she most likely would have pulled those open as well. It wasn’t until she heard his voice from the hallway did she station herself directly on his desk, crossing her legs until he waltzed in. Tilting her head to the side, Rosalie beamed as the first compliment left his lips.

Reaching out her rail-thin arms to embrace him, she gave him a kiss on the cheek, long lashes beating against his rough skin. She had agreed to the interview long before she could remember, but Infamy’s cover slots were so in demand, she had forgotten about it until the day had come and it was her turn instead. That wasn’t to say she wasn’t excited about it though– she was, in every sense. To be further talked about, gossiped about, looked on with jealousy, she loved it all. She loved that Isaiah had come straight to her too. She respected that. And now? She was going to give the world something to talk about.

Then again, that was all before the horrific party at Miles’ had happened. Her life seemed split into two parts since; the before and the after.

Seating herself in the lounge chair opposite of his desk, she moved out of his way and perched on the arm of it, leg dangling off carelessly as she muted her phone. Her rosebud lips spread into a slow smile as she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand. “So, Mr. Jennings, unravel me, unwrap me… isn’t that what you’re supposed to be doing? Seeing the real Rosalie?” she said, enunciating each word slowly with a click of her tongue. “I doubt you can figure out who I am really. Few people have ever even gotten close…though I commend the taglines your people have used to promote this cover online.” Her every movement was slow, baiting, sexy, meant to test ones’ limits and lure them back for more.

“Before we begin, I’d like to know a little about you,” she added with a smirk. “So tell me, Mr. Jennings, more about you.”

Even after only five hours of sleep, two cups of coffee and a third one already in his hand, one would describe his entire mood as perfectly normal. As lively as he were no one could even imagine a sleepy Isaiah, someone so completely unable to party or entertain. There were so many great events ahead and he, by all means, wouldn’t waste his time with sleeping. 

“The real Rosalie?”, he asked, looking puzzled as he slowly removed himself from her.  He walked behind the desk and grabbed a simple notepad before returning his gaze back towards her pretty face. “On the contrary. I’m sure you’re being a lot more realistic than everyone might think. You’re strong. I certainly don’t see you as a liar, if anything I see you as a very brilliant actress. That’s why I want to feature you in my next issue -- you’re brilliant, Rosalie, no one should ever doubt your sincerity.”, and with that he sat down, just like she did before. He always loved to interview others while looking them in the eye -- those two shining orbs were always mirrors of their inner soul, of everything they were. He loved to see the light in them, the mien while being asked very straightforward questions -- Isaiah chose to be close to everyone else but himself. If that’s what forged his success -- well, he would never act any different than that. Close to others, indifferent to his own feelings. They were only stopping him from turning his power into a kingdom.

“I’m not here to waste your time by telling you who I am, love. Everyone knows and we both have a very tight schedule. Would be a shame for both of us to just throw away precious time. Anyway! Let’s get to the fun part! You’ll be featured on my next issue. I’ve prepared 15 questions for your and a very unqiue and beautiful photoshooting which will be features as well. Are you in?”

[twofacedkiing]

sugarcoatedvixen:

She wouldn’t say she was trying to flirt — it just sort of happened, a reflex she couldn’t control on the best of days, certainly not ones on which she’d been instructed to play as if her relationship had never truly existed. He hadn’t said it in those words exactly, of course, but she’d understood well enough anyway. Contrary to what people believed, she wasn’t stupid; she was simply selective with her valuable attention, and now, with all eyes on Charlie, it was perhaps safer for the both of them if she lavished said attention upon Isaiah. It wasn’t as if the task was strenuous. He was charming, handsome, famous — turning on her own charms in return was a mere instinct, and she couldn’t be blamed for biology. That was all science’s fault.

“You are so right,” she nodded along, eyes wide and earnest. “Giving back is, like, so important.” It was easy to say, when she’d spent her life on the receiving end, happily accepting the charity of the boys whose sheets she slipped between in exchange for as many nights with her as she’d entertained before boredom struck. Granted, it hadn’t all been for her. The clothes she’d happily returned had become food for her family — but, of course, with her own mouth included. Even when she gave, she took.

Mia flashed a smile to the barista as he put in an order on her behalf, only allowing herself to take her eyes off of him for a moment out of fear that, should the shop’s patrons see him unoccupied, someone else would swoop in and swipe his attention from her. “How’d you know that’s my favourite?” she asked, toying with a flirtatious grin on cotton candy pink lips. “Well, if you’re going to invite me to a party, I guess that means you’ll need my number.” She extended a hand for him to place his phone in, fingers drumming the inside of her palm expectantly.

After days of spending so much time on his upcoming issue -- and therefore having little to no time at all -- he finally had a chance of being free, to see Los Angeles again and attending different events. Many knew about his tight schedule every month, how he had to construct the whole magazine within a few days so everyone could easily get started, guided by his words and mails. Luckily for him he’d already established a very remarkable secondary occupation for which he was known just as well. His show were purely entertaining and he considered himself a man of many faces -- too many to count, too many for his own good. He had no one but himself to blame for his lack of time, really. But who would write the same things he wrote? Who would dare to take risks if not Isaiah himself? They were weak, mere minions writing about the issues he told them about.  He took the fall if no one else would -- that’s what defined him and always would. 

He would take a risk, over and over again, until he truly had to retreat, This time he took the risk at being seen with a very charming young fan, a stranger, yet the most beautiful of them all. Her entire personality embodied naivete, the sweetest of sin and a dash of spice, which he couldn’t quite describe. His lips formed a smile as he stopped to drink from his coffee, which he always took black and with two teaspoons of sugar. The barista left for a moment to work on his simple order, which gave him enough time to manipulate her into an alliance. Maybe it was worth it -- he gladly took the risk. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I’m always just assuming, but most of the time people just tend to show me what they like. It’s easier for both of us.”, he explained and took a few dollars out of his wallet, stuffing it into the tip jar. “I’m not only famous for my show or magazine, but people especially value my empathy, my interest in other’s. You can be one of them if you’d like, cupcake.” 

Isaiah suddenly took a pen and napkin, writing his number onto it in order to avoid the risk of her seeing texts she shouldn’t have seen. After all there were secrets and more hidden underneath a plastic case. He couldn’t risk that just for a number he would get either way. “You can call me everything if you have troubles. I’m not a psychologist, but believe me I do have my ways of sorting out problems.”, in the end he didn’t really cared that much about wether he sounded serious or not. “I’m taking pleasure in helping people, in knowing they’re alright. You can always escape in my world if you wanna. I’m no one without my fans, after all.”

                                                                   A simple lie ------ so effective.

[twofacedkiing]

mephistopheles, asmodeus, baal,

mephistopheles: have you ever helped  a loved one destroy themselves?

“Do you really want to know? The answer would forever taint your outlook on life and everything you ever knew. Too many times to count, actually. I eventually destroy everything I touch.”

asmodeus: on whom do you want revenge and how would you take it?

“Probably Alfonso, but I’m not going to get all suicidial. Would be a very risky and dumb move to seek revenge. Alfonso’s no one to mess with.”

baal: if you were a god, how would you prefer to be worshipped?

“Oh, now we’re talking! I would like to be worshipped through sacrifices, shows held in my honor and maybe a few presents send my way. Just give me the whole package. Imma take it all!”

[nadiajcseph]

The Adalfieri’s had been kind enough ( well honestly they had puppy dog eyed Alfonso into agreeing ) to let her crash with them for the week while her parents were away, so when Lucia had a mysterious “appointment” to get into and needed someone to distract the annoying men in the front of the casino from repeating yesterday’s events, of course Prissy jumped at the chance. Claiming it was a way to show her gratefulness, when really she just adored the thought of dressing up. Slipping on an expensive dark wig, borrowing one of Lucy’s extra wheelchairs the disguised blonde was pushed thrown to the pariahs while Lucia discreetly left through the back entrance. 

In a matter of seconds Priscilla was swarmed with flashing lights accompanied by rapidly fired questions. An amused smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, they honestly couldn’t tell. Slowly, to keep them in suspense, Prissy trailed the hand resting on her cheek to the top of her faux hair. Gracefully ripping off the wig. 

“Oh…..I’m sorry, did you think I was Lucia?” 

He tried to stay away, he desperately demanded himself to stop thinking about Lucia and the pain he caused her through disappearing. Unknown about her current status and looks, he was forced to remember that little, bubbly girl from back then. Presents and messages were carefully sent to her by friends of his, one of them being Priscilla herself. A very fruitful union grew through mutual interest in one another, especially towards Lucia. Her well being remained his number one priority, which led him to allow Priscilla every little wish she had. Exclusive tickets, V.I.P meetings, red carpet appearances ---- she could have asked for everything if she wanted to, as long as she’d deliver her part of the deal. Yet, this time his feet were already walking towards the Empire, his movements fast. Biting his lip and staring at the entrance, Isaiah felt his entire body tense. An intense rush started to wash over him and his heart, letting it beat like a drum. Alas, he couldn’t just turn around now. “I’m just here to see a friend, nothing more. I’m not here to speak to either Lucia or Mr. Adalfieri. I’m just here to play some games n’ lose some money.” he gestured with his hands towards the side, which usually indicated trust as he uncovered his chest, psychology 101. “One of my friend’s in there and he’s currently photographing every little detail in there. I just wanna help.”  Without hesitation Isaiah pushed the door open and a flood of lights appeared right in front of him, blinding him. He covered his eyes, slowly moving forward and simply demanding his assistant to stop. Some stopped as a very familiar voice broke the silence. “Right on cue.” he murmured, followed by a very bright smile and laugh. “Okay guys, you’ve been fooled. No journalism without me, huh?!” his hands were patting the backs of others as they slowly retreated and left the building, leaving the two of them alone.  “Are you sure it’s safe to play games like that?” Isaiah circled Priscilla and grabbed both of the handles, pushing the wheelchair towards a quiet area of the casino, secluded even. “I might need your help, again. If Lucia knows about my attendance at Miles’ party--” he stopped, but continued shortly after. “She might think I got injured, I won’t let her suffer like that. I also have a very special gift for her, as well. So -- are you up for it or not?”

[lunar-butch-deactivated20160510]

"ask me about my demons"

[twofacedkiing]

homo-hexual:

lilith: what was your biggest rebellion against authority? why did you do it? raum: do you have a tendency to hoard anything? if so, what? jezebel: talk about a time you used your sexuality to get your way mephistopheles: have you ever helped  a loved one destroy themselves? verrier: do you find yourself disobeying or obeying most authority? asmodeus: on whom do you want revenge and how would you take it? baal: if you were a god, how would you prefer to be worshipped? lamia: how do you feel about children? lucifer: what are you most proud of? sonneillon: do you hate anyone? batibat: talk about the worst nightmare you have ever had abaddon: what person, place, or thing have you most wanted to destroy? belias: do you gossip? abraxas: do you believe in any higher power? if so, what? ornias: talk about a time where you felt drained of energy lix tetrax: if you could travel by wind, where would you go? astaroth: have you ever falsely accused someone? carreau: do you consider yourself compassionate or harsh to others? why? leviathan: what do you believe lies in the unexplored areas of the ocean? belphigor: if you could pick 3 forms to shapeshift into, what would they be? azazel: talk about a time when you were falsely blamed for something mammon: when were you most greedy? for what? verrith: are you a patient or impatient person? pythius: out of all the lies you have ever told, which is your favorite? berith: do you often argue with others?