Úrsula Acevedo Cruz

255 years old. Elf. Popstar private for vievecor city rpg

[ursulacruz]

Three Months Ago

@trystanpavlatos

Stepping out of her cab Úrsula looked up at the brick warehouse in front of her. Hedon was an odd place for a famous photographer to have a studio in, but hey maybe the rent was killer. Taking off her sunglasses she looked around and had to admit this was one of the nicer parts of Hedon she'd ever been to. An unlikely place for the paparazzi to be she still had dressed for the cameras. One never knew when you were being stalked by the paparazzi because your bestie had started a rumor you were dating the Internet's Boyfriend of the Month.

Stepping into a dark and dingy entryway she looked around for any sign of a receptionist finding none. She'd been in shadier places in her life, but this was a famous high fashion photographer, she expected something nicer. Úrsula double checked her location was right before venturing in farther.

The elevator ride to the top was short and when the doors opened the tiny room was flooded with light. Sunlight streamed in through large windows bouncing off white walls. The room she walked out into took up the whole floor. A giant backdrop was set up against one wall with lights and cameras. On the other side of the room were racks of clothes and makeup.

Now where was the photographer? Surprisingly little pictures of him existed online. Looking around she noted the obvious hair and makeup team, the stylist standing by the clothes and a small team of people messing with the lights. One of them broke off and practically ran over to her.

"Miss Avecedo! Just on time, in fact I'd say you're a little early. Please let me introduce you to everyone."

Following the perky assistant over to the cameras she was shocked at how handsome the man that turned around was.

"This is the Trystan Pavlatos." She barely heard her introduce the other assistants as she stared at him. There was something there behind his polite smile that drew her in.

"A pleasure to meet you. I trust I'll be in good hands with you." Úrsula said holding out her hand.

[trystanpavlatos]

Trystan had changed his shirt three times this morning. The colors just didn't look right. He needed to stand out without looking like he was trying. Not that he was, of course. Why would he? He had just been watching this woman's career like a little creep. The talent of her voice was impossible to ignore, and he'd be an idiot to let something that enticing slip away.

He needed her unassuming, so the usual magic to hide anything too "demony" and a deep grey shirt with his collar open. Not a lot needed to happen, lucky him. The studio was peaceful as he arrived, shifting mirrors and shuffling equipment around on his own before his little crew arrived. The light would be perfect when they were scheduled to start. Trystan had been using space in Hedon for decades now, he knew it better than anywhere else he had located. Maybe that was why he couldn't talk himself into leaving again.

He knew the elevator had arrived, that she had entered the studio, but didn't look. Chessy bopped her around with the energy of a creature half her age. When they came to him, he glanced over before turning directly to Ursula. She was cute, fresh, not to mention perfect. There was a beat of time before he shook her hand, a smooth smile moving across his features. He knew his hands were rough, this was on purpose. His grip was firm, confident, and lingered as his eyes dipped to the joining and back to her eyes.

"It's a pleasure," His words were loud enough for just her. "Miss Avecedo. Glad you could find us out here." He motioned to the building with his other hand. A finger traced a vein on her wrist before he let her go. "I'll have my way with you once you're ready." There was a hint of flirtation to his smile as he turned away from Ursula.

[ursulacruz]

Laughing she took her hand back. "I was a little worried I had the wrong building until I came up." He was a little too friendly with that handshake.

"I'll go over to hair and makeup now. Don't want to keep them waiting." Walking away she thought back to what he'd said. Had that been a double entendre or was she imagining it? No, she was definitely imagining it. He was just flirty and probably gay at that. He was a fashion photographer, of course he was gay. He was too hot to be straight.

In the makeup chair she looked up in the mirror and their eyes connected for a brief moment. But she blinked and then they were gone, but she swore his eyes had been dark and predatory. That was strange. She must have been imagining it. God what was with her today?

The hair and makeup team worked quickly and before the hour was over she was already with the stylist and dressed in her first look of the shoot. A red mini Marc Jacobs which she was totally gonna have to go out and buy after the shoot. "I'm all yours." She said walking up to him.

[ursulacruz]

Úrsula didn't know how she ended up on a blind marriage meeting/date. Oh wait, no she did. She'd been trying to please her Mother. It was a fruitless effort as there was always something she could be doing better. But dolls and children shouldn't complain so she kept her mouth shut.

Once Úrsula saw Artus she understood why her mother wanted her to go on this date so badly. She tried to ignore the pang in her heart, it wasnt his fault. She shouldn't be disappointed this was all about society connections and not her own future love, but she was. It would have been nice to have her interests put first for once.

Smiling at him she stifled a chuckle, "You don't remember me do you?"

[artuswestwood]

She caught him out immediately and he was soon feeling very sheepish. "I'm sorry to say I might have forgotten," he murmured, quickly trying to search his memory. It was a little late now, he'd already admitted it. It didn't make sense to lie about that when she had picked up on it so quickly. "Why don't you take a seat and remind me?"

[ursulacruz]

Úrsula wasn't offended he didn't remember her, though it would have been a bit less awkward if he had. Taking the seat across from him she smiled kindly, "I'm Úrsula Avecedo, our parents ... socialize together. Though you probably already guessed that."

Does running in the same circles make one friends? Well they were at least friendly enough to arrange this meeting. Unfortunately for them she wasn't looking for a marriage, but she'd gladly take the connection to the theater.

When he still seemed to be drawing a blank she added, "You might have seen me on TV or heard me on the radio." She wasn't trying to brag, just hoping for a little recognition. Pausing she continued, "Though I'm friends? Kind of, with your sister."

[lindleycardan]

For: @ursulacruz Location: Ursula's Apartment in Garond

The festival was a massive success, and as far as Lindley was concerned a win for the humans in Vievecor. Not that they knew if they were in any sort of competition but the sentiment still stood. She'd done her darndest to hit every single venue as much as possible, recording each stop for her viewers. Her outfits had been meticulous with just the right amount of sweat pilling at her makeup. Hopefully it had been enough to inspire some to go out and have their own fun and not just sit at home and rot. Too many human, which is whom she assumed was the largest portion of her audience, lacked a work life balance or any sort of balance at all. Still the days were done, the makeup replaced for a bare face and the cute outfits for sweats. Wild, red hair in a messy bun she knocked gently on her friend's door, ready for a girls night. She loved that, girl's night, back in her original days on earth it had a completely different conation now but pizza and movies actually became a good substitute.

Knock, knock and nothing. Not the sound of feet running to the door or a musical one minute being chirped at her. An unsettling feeling came over Lindley. What if Ursula had gained a stalker that was willing to take action and some how got through door security? Of course Lindley could handle it but the fear she was too late choked her. She silently wished the door handle not to open but when it did she grew even more concerned. "Ursula? You ok?"

[ursulacruz]

It was during her morning shower that Úrsula discovered something was very wrong with her. She always sang in the shower, trying out lyrics for a new song or singing along to her favorite artists. But that morning nothing came out but a breathy whisper and barely even that. She knew something was wrong because when she tried to speak nothing was wrong with her voice.

No matter how many times she tried to sing nothing changed.

It made no sense, everything had been fine during the festival. Perfect even. She'd had a few drinks after, but that shouldn't do anything. Panicking she'd run to the drug store picking up one of every throat lozenge and anything else that she thought might help.

All day she'd rotated between hot tea, gargling salt water, and leaning over her humidifier. The humidity in the house was practically tropical having put a humidifier in every room on full blast. Her two ragdoll cats Cotton and Snowball kept following her around, sensing something was wrong.

Úrsula didn't hear Lindley knocking, she was busy in the kitchen, gargling another cup of salt water. When she saw Lindley from her position over the sink she accidentally swallowed the water as she cried out her name. "Lindley!"

Coughing with tears in her eyes she looked at her friend suddenly remembering their plans. "Thank God you're here."

[lindleycardan]

Hearing Ursula in the kitchen immediately washed away all her worries. The deity hadn’t seen the tears and the frantic demeanor upon entering instead going completely into protector mode. “What are you thinking leaving your door unlocked, who knows what weirdo couldn’t gotten in here!” She picked up a fallen blanket throwing it in the air and out of her way. Where it landed didn’t really matter. She lived three thousand four hundred-ish years and losing people never got easy. It was a strict reason why Lindely had been against the concept of love. Mind you she had other types of love than romantic in her long existence that the lose of had been just as devastating, but the girl chose to believe what she wanted, when she wanted and when it suited her.

Dropping her purse off on seat not occupied by a large fluff ball kitten she headed in the direction of the voice that called out to her. Curving the corner into the sort of kitchen that would make Architectural Digest drool, the tension suddenly hit her. That beautiful face with tracks of tears falling down each cheek could not be ignored.

“Oh no honey, what is this? We’ll fix it, don’t cry.” She rubbed her thumbs over the warm tears, banishing them from Ursula’s sad little face. Lindley could immediately feel there was something off spiritual with her elven friend and guided her to the sofa to really take a look at her. “Sit girl, we need to get down to the bottom of why you’re crying, I can feel something is wrong.”

[ursulacruz]

Sitting on the sofa she shook her head, "No, no, I'm not crying, not really. I just swallowed wrong." Though with Lindley here it was so tempting to give into the despair and cry on her shoulder.

"It's my voice. I lost it. Like I woke up this morning and couldn't sing. But I can speak just fine! It makes no sense." It sounded crazy when she said it aloud, but it was the truth. "My throat feels fine, perfectly normal even."

"I should probably go to the doctor but I'm scared. What if they can't fix this? Singing is my life." Singing had always been a part of her life, she couldn't remember a time where she didn't sing. It was the one thing her parents always complimented. As a child they had loved to trot her out at parties just to show off.

Without singing who was she was?

[zeglyth]

Rachel Zegler performing on Jimmy Kimmel Live!

[deitydomiel]

where; Vievecor city library, Dymock whomst; open @vievecorcitystarters

Domiel loved his jobs, truly he did. Between planning new exhibitions and grading papers he never had to worry about an inactive mind. The more he thought, the happier he felt. By nature he had never been one for an idle mind. The 21st century was truly a marvelous time to be alive. All this information, all this knowledge, just sitting around waiting for someone to find it. And anyone could! Anyone at all! Domiel wanted to go back in time and personally thank every single person responsible for the internet. 

He sat in the middle of a small circle of books, titles stacked around him like he was some damsel in a tower. Did he have any books about damsels in towers? No, focus, that wasn’t knowledge he needed at the moment. He had come here for… Dom’s mind wandered as it often did in places like this, an eternity’s worth of focus scattered in hundreds of equally interesting directions. He had come here for… the museum? No, that had been his last visit. His classes? His thoughts skittered through the list of classes he taught, students he’d mentored, what was the year again the university did quarters didn’t it yes he had recommended they do so all those years ago which meant classes would start up again soon which meant he already knew what courses he would teach so that information was— someone far to Dom’s right and perhaps a floor up had just found exactly the right source and — that’s right, he had come here for some new materials for his summer course on the Stone Age. 

Dom beamed at a passing student who had taken one of his classes before and received a bemused smile in return. Oh, libraries were such beautiful things. What a lovely, lovely invention. 

He sorted his small tower into two piles: relevant and off-topic. “Don’t worry,” he told the shadow hovering over him and his horde, “I promise to put them all back where I found them.”

[ursulacruz]

She'd come to the library hoping for a distraction from her current problem. Maybe even a solution? A little voice in the back of her told her it was useless, that she was stuck like this forever. Úrsula wouldn't give up yet. Besides the library was giant, there was bound to be a clue here.

Procrastinating she walked by the non-fiction section. She needed to to ask the Head Librarian to let her into the basement, but she was nervous. She'd actually never been down there. Before now there was no need to.

On the floor sat a man with two huge stacks of books. Stopping she couldn't stop herself from being nosy and looking down. When he spoke up she chuckled waving him off. Thinking he had mistaken her for a librarian she shook her head smiling, "Oh no I don't work here."

Peering at the titles she could see they all looked pretty boring. Just ancient history books that he'd probably be the first to check out in ages. "So is this a hyperfixation thing or are you researching?"

[ursulacruz]

Three Months Ago

@trystanpavlatos

Stepping out of her cab Úrsula looked up at the brick warehouse in front of her. Hedon was an odd place for a famous photographer to have a studio in, but hey maybe the rent was killer. Taking off her sunglasses she looked around and had to admit this was one of the nicer parts of Hedon she'd ever been to. An unlikely place for the paparazzi to be she still had dressed for the cameras. One never knew when you were being stalked by the paparazzi because your bestie had started a rumor you were dating the Internet's Boyfriend of the Month.

Stepping into a dark and dingy entryway she looked around for any sign of a receptionist finding none. She'd been in shadier places in her life, but this was a famous high fashion photographer, she expected something nicer. Úrsula double checked her location was right before venturing in farther.

The elevator ride to the top was short and when the doors opened the tiny room was flooded with light. Sunlight streamed in through large windows bouncing off white walls. The room she walked out into took up the whole floor. A giant backdrop was set up against one wall with lights and cameras. On the other side of the room were racks of clothes and makeup.

Now where was the photographer? Surprisingly little pictures of him existed online. Looking around she noted the obvious hair and makeup team, the stylist standing by the clothes and a small team of people messing with the lights. One of them broke off and practically ran over to her.

"Miss Avecedo! Just on time, in fact I'd say you're a little early. Please let me introduce you to everyone."

Following the perky assistant over to the cameras she was shocked at how handsome the man that turned around was.

"This is the Trystan Pavlatos." She barely heard her introduce the other assistants as she stared at him. There was something there behind his polite smile that drew her in.

"A pleasure to meet you. I trust I'll be in good hands with you." Úrsula said holding out her hand.

[fxrvernxw]

[lindleycardan]

For: @ursulacruz Location: Ursula's Apartment in Garond

The festival was a massive success, and as far as Lindley was concerned a win for the humans in Vievecor. Not that they knew if they were in any sort of competition but the sentiment still stood. She'd done her darndest to hit every single venue as much as possible, recording each stop for her viewers. Her outfits had been meticulous with just the right amount of sweat pilling at her makeup. Hopefully it had been enough to inspire some to go out and have their own fun and not just sit at home and rot. Too many human, which is whom she assumed was the largest portion of her audience, lacked a work life balance or any sort of balance at all. Still the days were done, the makeup replaced for a bare face and the cute outfits for sweats. Wild, red hair in a messy bun she knocked gently on her friend's door, ready for a girls night. She loved that, girl's night, back in her original days on earth it had a completely different conation now but pizza and movies actually became a good substitute.

Knock, knock and nothing. Not the sound of feet running to the door or a musical one minute being chirped at her. An unsettling feeling came over Lindley. What if Ursula had gained a stalker that was willing to take action and some how got through door security? Of course Lindley could handle it but the fear she was too late choked her. She silently wished the door handle not to open but when it did she grew even more concerned. "Ursula? You ok?"

[ursulacruz]

It was during her morning shower that Úrsula discovered something was very wrong with her. She always sang in the shower, trying out lyrics for a new song or singing along to her favorite artists. But that morning nothing came out but a breathy whisper and barely even that. She knew something was wrong because when she tried to speak nothing was wrong with her voice.

No matter how many times she tried to sing nothing changed.

It made no sense, everything had been fine during the festival. Perfect even. She'd had a few drinks after, but that shouldn't do anything. Panicking she'd run to the drug store picking up one of every throat lozenge and anything else that she thought might help.

All day she'd rotated between hot tea, gargling salt water, and leaning over her humidifier. The humidity in the house was practically tropical having put a humidifier in every room on full blast. Her two ragdoll cats Cotton and Snowball kept following her around, sensing something was wrong.

Úrsula didn't hear Lindley knocking, she was busy in the kitchen, gargling another cup of salt water. When she saw Lindley from her position over the sink she accidentally swallowed the water as she cried out her name. "Lindley!"

Coughing with tears in her eyes she looked at her friend suddenly remembering their plans. "Thank God you're here."

[artuswestwood]

dinner not date

@ursulacruz / a restaurant in garond

He didn't necessarily want to go out and meet someone, especially not someone his father had wanted him to meet, but he framed it as less of meeting someone that he thought Artus could have children with and more of it being someone who wanted to get into the world of acting. He always prided himself on helping other elves wherever he could. This was a good time to do so, even if he was sure there was ulterior motives involved.

He arrived early like he always did, ordering wine while he waited. He wasn't surprised to see a beautiful woman being led to the table and he stood to greet her. "Úrsula, it's a pleasure to meet you."

[ursulacruz]

Úrsula didn't know how she ended up on a blind marriage meeting/date. Oh wait, no she did. She'd been trying to please her Mother. It was a fruitless effort as there was always something she could be doing better. But dolls and children shouldn't complain so she kept her mouth shut.

Once Úrsula saw Artus she understood why her mother wanted her to go on this date so badly. She tried to ignore the pang in her heart, it wasnt his fault. She shouldn't be disappointed this was all about society connections and not her own future love, but she was. It would have been nice to have her interests put first for once.

Smiling at him she stifled a chuckle, "You don't remember me do you?"

[emmaharwoods]

RACHEL ZEGLER — Met Gala 2026

[ursulacruz]

Taking a sip of her drink she stopped to look at it, "You have to tell me what is in this, it's delicious. Definitely a new fave."

Úrsula shook her head, answering his question. "Not till my new album. One world tour an album is enough."

Leaning back against their arm she sighed. Smiling at him she chuckled, "I want to sleep in my own bed for a month. It gets hard living out of a suitcase you know?" The life of a popstar was harder than it looked. If she ever spoke that to the press she'd likely be dragged for weeks. Úrsula trusted Ayumi not to go leaking her secrets to the press.

Looking around the room she leaned in, "I do have something special coming up, but you have to promise not to tell anyone." Pausing for dramatic effect she whispered in their ear, "I'm headlining the Vievecor City Music Festival!"

[nakatomi-ayumu]

"It's a Pretty Princess. Fitting for a gorgeous elf like you," Ayumu said to Úrsula, not caring to lower their voice even with so many people around. They were still supernaturals in a club full of humans, but there was still a thrill in the danger of being caught out.

"I bet," the spirit responded with an arch of their brow. "As for your own bed..." Ayumu started slowly. "I'd be happy to offer you mine too," they teased.

"Oh?" Ayumu's brows lifted. This news would not have been surprising given how popular Úrsula was, but to hear it confirmed was excellent. Now they were starting to wonder if they could make money off of this news. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? We both know how much we enjoy working together. We could've come up with something... It's not too late to do that now though."

[ursulacruz]

"Oh stop!" She giggled at them, long used to Ayumu's teasing. If they didn't try to flirt with her she'd be worried something was wrong. "Besides you expect me to give up my bed for yours? I don't think so."

"I would have loved to but I'm still under an NDA until they announce it." She sighed.

"Well whatever we do I can't perform, under exclusivity all weekend for the festival."

Úrsula didn't want to disappoint them though so she sipped her drink thinking. Posing a question she asked, "What if I mention this place in an interview? My favorite place to unwind with a good drink." "I could even tease that I might show up here for some after festival drinks?"

[ursulacruz]

There was something special about being back here where it all started, performing in one of Ayumu's clubs. She'd never get over the awe of performing for thousands in stadiums, but intimate performances like this had her heart. The crowd ate up the stripped back versions of her biggest hits and she knew they'd be all over the internet before the end of the night.

Úrsula waved and smiled at fans, blowing kisses as security escorted her to the VIP section. Rushing over to Ayumu she gave them her cheek, smiling at their kiss. "Stop you're gonna make me cry. It's like a full circle moment."

Flopping down on the cushions she patted the seat beside her. Wagging her finger she playfully teased, "Don't tell me you have things to check on now that I'm finished singing."

[nakatomi-ayumu]

"I suppose it is," Ayumu agreed and lowered themself back down on the couch at Úrsula's behest. It had been a few years since the elf blew up in popularity and watching a supernatural's rising journey into stardom in the public had been a fascinating one. The way she was allowed to skirt the Golden Rule with what she did should be studied.

"I still remember when you were playing shorter sets in here all those years ago. How times have changed," the spirit said with a grin and slipped an alcoholic beverage into Úrsula's hand before curling their arm around Úrsula's shoulder.

"And no, you've got me to yourself tonight as a thank you for playing at my bar again." Úrsula did not know the amount of money Ayumu had made off this one night alone. "So when will you be going on tour again?"

[ursulacruz]

Taking a sip of her drink she stopped to look at it, "You have to tell me what is in this, it's delicious. Definitely a new fave."

Úrsula shook her head, answering his question. "Not till my new album. One world tour an album is enough."

Leaning back against their arm she sighed. Smiling at him she chuckled, "I want to sleep in my own bed for a month. It gets hard living out of a suitcase you know?" The life of a popstar was harder than it looked. If she ever spoke that to the press she'd likely be dragged for weeks. Úrsula trusted Ayumi not to go leaking her secrets to the press.

Looking around the room she leaned in, "I do have something special coming up, but you have to promise not to tell anyone." Pausing for dramatic effect she whispered in their ear, "I'm headlining the Vievecor City Music Festival!"

[nakatomi-ayumu]

performance | úrsula & ayumu

for: @ursulacruz location: one of ayumu's clubs in hedon

Ayumu was lounging in the VIP section of one of their smaller clubs in Hedon that evening. They had paid a good amount of money for one Úrsula Acevedo Cruz, the pop star, to perform to rousing success. The appropriately priced tickets for the intimate show sold too quickly before being resold at more exorbitant prices to any fan who wished to be in close proximity to their favourite singer. If Ayumu had a hand in that, no one needed to know.

The performance had just about wrapped up and Ayumu told one of their minions to let Úrsula know that they were waiting for her to grace the VIP section with her presence. Her fans were still milling about waiting to catch more glimpses of her and this would be a good a chance as any to give them what they wanted.

"Hello, gorgeous," Ayumu said with a grin, getting up from their lounging to give Úrsula a greeting kiss on the cheek when security managed to get her to the elevated, cordoned off area where they could overlook the rest of the club. "Wonderful performance. You always know how to put on a good show."

[ursulacruz]

There was something special about being back here where it all started, performing in one of Ayumu's clubs. She'd never get over the awe of performing for thousands in stadiums, but intimate performances like this had her heart. The crowd ate up the stripped back versions of her biggest hits and she knew they'd be all over the internet before the end of the night.

Úrsula waved and smiled at fans, blowing kisses as security escorted her to the VIP section. Rushing over to Ayumu she gave them her cheek, smiling at their kiss. "Stop you're gonna make me cry. It's like a full circle moment."

Flopping down on the cushions she patted the seat beside her. Wagging her finger she playfully teased, "Don't tell me you have things to check on now that I'm finished singing."

[endlesshoneymoonphase]

Mirror Palais - me, myself and I

[lesmiserabelles]

rachel zegler as evita perón / west end live 2025