celia-baker

[celia-baker]

🔥 + celia 👀

“Woah, what’s there to not find attractive?

Have you seen what her mind can make?! It’s wild. You wouldn’t think much about what goes into costume design, and the effort that goes into putting said costumes together? And she catches every stitch and puts all the work into the tiniest of details.

She also has this really cute laugh, and her smile, and she's just really pretty, honestly. Ten outta ten, if I were following the rules here, but I'm going to have to say make it a one hundo out of ten, because she deserves it."

@celia-baker

[celia-baker]

🔥 - Jethro

"I mean, it's obviously his eyes. like they are gorgeous. 10/10. could get lost in them. have gotten lost in them."

@jethrocarmichael

[celia-baker]

🔥 + mack!

"gosh, it sounds so cliche but I'd have to say his personality. like, there's something so hot about someone who can just light up any conversation and is so naturally and magnetically charming."

"also his smile. his smile is wonderful. and very sexy."

@mackmontgomery

[celia-baker]

Dracula

Dracula: What is your muse’s opinion on the morbid and the macabre? Do they feel a fascination / connection to these things, or an aversion? Tell us why.

"I feel like I have a healthy appreciation for all things morbid and macabre. It's funny when you have a condition that's not exactly terminal, but rather degenerative. like, there's a part of me that wants to embrace death: memento mori and all that. but I also know if I focused on it too much, I don't know if I could ever pull myself out of it. so, I'd say we are friendly acquaintances if anything."

[celia-baker]

her own laugh mixed with his, a welcomed bit of levity from the unspoken yet tangible awkward vibe that followed this unexpected meeting. celia raised her free hand in feigned surrender. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." her laugh was still present in her words. "I'm an og new york-er. I think it's in the law that we must criticize any bagels not made on the island of manhattan. but I swear not to speak any more blasphemy if you don't turn me in for speaking ill of your wonderful hometown establishments."

watching the smile light up his face removed another sandbag of awkwardness off their created dynamic. maybe there was hope to be friends. after all, he seemed like a nice guy. easy to talk to (the thing that even started their initial interaction ( besides a healthy helping of liquor)). though the hand on her back was unexpected, so unexpected the only thing that could seemingly fall out of her mouth as she entered back into driftwood was: "thank you kindly." thankfully, the blush that came from being mortified rose to her cheeks and ears, then left as soon as it came on.

her lips parted from her cup after taking a quick drink, eyebrow arching in confusion over his question. "hm? oh, yeah." another pang of embarrassment washed over her at the fact her brain decided to lag like an overworked computer. though she was sure she had explained her job to him that night (drunk celia not being one for modesty), the less they both could remember, the better. "I'm the head of the costume department over at the charles levin theater." her fingernails tapped against the red paper cup. "and then I just do freelance costuming work from my own side costuming business. so I absolutely always have too much on my plate." dark doe eyes found their way back to him, a bit of relief running through her as the awkwardness seemed to be slowly melting away.

"and you?"

A chuckle escapes his lips at the mention of the bagels. He had come to the same conclusion when he and Fallon moved back to her hometown all those years ago. Placing a finger to his lips, he shushes the woman as if speaking to his own children. "You say that in front of someone who was born and raised here, and it could get you into some serious trouble," he jokes. While the townspeople took their mom-and-pop establishments seriously, it was never really that serious. Vincent wasn’t entirely sure he had heard the brunette woman correctly—or if he could truly believe that he had invited her to keep him company and that she had willingly accepted. Nevertheless, a genuine smile lit up his face at her agreement. "Yeah... okay, cool," he said as he casually stepped aside to make room for her to re-enter. "Alright, ladies first." His free hand swiftly finds the small of her back, guiding her inside.

Small talk, the bane of his existence—something he had once excelled at but could no longer tolerate. Yet here he was, trying to keep the conversation going. "You, uh, mentioned your job out there..." he said, pausing for a moment before continuing, "What do you do?" It was probably something he already knew, or at least should know given their brief history, but with the number of drinks consumed that night, who could say if anything had even been mentioned?

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[celia-baker]

the idea an entire drunken night could come flooding back with a single glimpse of a face would never cease to amaze celia. especially that night. she was certain neither of them wanted the ending of that night to ever be looked back on. but she had no problem with him. just the moment. the awkward way they parted, the way it made her feel -- though neither would dare to bring it up again, right? maybe this was a chance for a clean slate. that night could be pushed to the side and not the looming figure over any interaction they had.

broken and brittle fingernails ran through her dark locks as she listened, a soft yet sleepy smile resting on her lips. "yeah, the coffee is pretty damn good. can't say the same about the bagels though." a true new york bagel they were not. dark eyes met his as he spoke the next part. "uhm, yeah. had to get some caffeine after working all night." though only half true, it sounded better than what she actually had gotten up to.

that's where she expected to leave it, just a cordial bit of small talk; that night now not the only memory she had of him. but when he invited her in, she couldn't help but notice how much she just needed another person right now. hours locked away in the windowless costume shop of the charles levin had left her starved for attention (and partying with strangers just didn't cut it).

"sure." she offered as warm of a smile as she could without any hours of sleep fueling her. "love to."

It takes him a moment to recognize who is standing in front of him. It’s not that he doesn’t want to remember her; it’s just that the circumstances of their meeting are hard to face. He had nearly buried the memory, not wanting to revisit the new depths of embarrassment and chaos they had experienced that night, tucking the key so far away that he hoped he wouldn’t recall it again. But here she was, standing across from him, looking as tired as ever and offering him a greeting.

He gives a small wave along with a tight-lipped smile before quickly starting to fidget with the strap of his crossbody bag. He can’t help but wonder if this situation is awkward for both of them or just for him. "Yeah, of course, I can’t pass up the best coffee in town," he replies, nodding and offering her a shy smile. "I would invite you to join me, but it looks like you already have some," he says, gesturing toward the cup in her hand.

"You're still welcome to join, though," he says as he reaches for the door. "You know, if you want."

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[celia-baker]

"I think I should get that compliment engraved on my tombstone." she took his hand, using his steadiness to help hoist herself up. celia gripped his hand as she leaned back down to grab her phone. as she tried to return to a standing position once more, her yellow platforms opted to betray her causing her to wobble. "I'm good." a flush of both embarrassment and their new sudden closeness as her body rested against his for support. all the more thankful her costume called for copious amounts of red blush. "I swear I'm good."

dark eyes followed his, taking note of the cocktail and the effect it had on the person holding it. "I mean, yeah! looks good to me." what has gotten into me? though, she tried to give herself a little grace: it was an odd situation she had found herself in. it wasn't like she was just some obsessed superfan like that one girl in town (the stories of the ford tamblyn fan account making their way around aurora bay quite quickly). it was odd to go from watching the hunt while on tour (all the other girls in the cast hosting watch parties in their hotel room) and finding herself lusting after the lead actor, to costuming him in one of his last projects, and now she was here as his friend. anyone would be awkward in that situation, right?

though, she didn't feel awkward enough to notice or care that she was still awfully close to julian. her gaze darted down to his shoes before quickly meeting his again. "I applaud your dedication to the craft. you're doing freddie proud." another bright, if not a bit obviously drunken, smile gracing her lips.

they must have looked awfully out of place: freddie mercury in drag with a pin up pin cushion leaning against him. but celia's mind was too clouded to care about how she looked in the moment. something told her that she wouldn't likely remember most of the night come sunrise (if she even slept until after dawn, that was). so, why not just say 'fuck it'?

and that's how, on the dance floor of sharky's, celia did something she never though she'd ever do (but had certainly though about before): she kissed julian park. red painted fingernails traced his jaw as she cupped his cheek and lightly pressed her lips against his. her body continued to press against his as she both leaned on him for support and deepened the kiss.

then, as quickly as it happened, she pulled away from him. her eyes were fixed on his lips, now smudged red with the remnants of her lipstick. in her drunken mind, there was only one logical answer on what to do next:

she got the hell out of sharky's, bursting through the exit door.

"Well, no one makes boobs quite like you do, Baker—" he complimented again with a wide smile that was only semi-visible beneath the moustache that was glued to his face. Julian had attempted to grow his own but.. failed miserably. Despite his best efforts, he'd never have facial hair like Mercury. Julian gave a confused smile in response to Celia's quite awkward "good friend" comment. It made them sound more like business partners than actual friends, but considering the blush on her cheeks, Julian wasn't going to bring more attention to it. Holding out a hand, he hoisted her up to standing.

"What are you thinking? How about one of those spooky cocktails they've got going on?" He had spotted someone with what looked like green sludge in a cup but considering how much that person was staggering as they held it, it must've been pretty strong. Julian was going to need it if he was to make it through the night without taking off his high heels. "I now understand why people get white girl wasted, my feet are killing me. They only just recovered from Cowboy Night."

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[celia-baker]

celia's body rested on the outside wall of driftwood, putting all her trust into the storefront to keep her from tumbling over. she felt a little like she was getting scolded with just his look, especially considering that she and jett had gone way back. their paths had crossed back in the city and they became quick friends. she was even the one that had mentioned aurora bay as a place to live to him. to run away from it all.

she rolled her eyes at his cheeky little smirk. "thanks." she took a small sip of her coffee, the warm beverage warming up her exhausted body. "I had work to get done." her free hand interlacing her hair through her fingers. that was how the night started out, but it clearly had ended with her out at one of the clubs (which one escaped her memory in that moment).

"fumes and....that tiny bit of coffee I just had." she admitted with a bit of embarrassment behind her words. "but I'm going to stay in tonight, I swear. just have to finish a few pieces before the nutcracker starts up at the theater."

Jethro paused mid-step, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jacket. His sharp eyes flicked over Celia, taking in the dark circles, the faint tremor in her hands, and the lingering smell of last night’s chaos clinging to her. He smirked, not unkindly, but with the sort of wry amusement that came from seeing this scene play out too many times before. “Celia,” he said, his voice low and steady, a slight rasp to it like gravel underfoot. “You look like hell. And yeah, I’m getting coffee. Unlike you, I didn’t make it my life’s mission to wrestle the night into submission.” He stepped closer, pulling the door open but not going inside yet. “How many hours of sleep did you get? Two? One?” He tilted his head, squinting slightly. “Or are we operating on fumes and a questionable energy drink?”

[celia-baker]

pink lipstick marks decorated the rim of her glass as celia found herself mingling at cricket and nikki's party. when the former's voice hit her ears, she couldn't help but laugh. "no! I didn't!" her smile soon turned a bit devilish. "I made it less than one."

dark eyes rolled at her friend's comments. "come on, cricket. you can handle a bit of competition. plus, you have all the personality points over me! so, you are more talented in that aspect."

"okay, okay. I'll leave." her hands put up in a feigned surrender. "but, that does mean that your present is also leaving." celia lifted up the gold gift bag she had been holding on to, dangling it as you would dangle a string for a cat.

for: @celia-baker

where: ocean crest rooftop, nov 15th

"I swear to God, if you tell me you made this dress in less than two weeks..."

Cricket couldn't stand to look at her then, but she was also incapable of looking away, her head shaking in disbelief as she reached for Celia's hand and took a step back to take all of her in.

"You're so not allowed to be more talented at things than the birthday girl! That's just, like, such bad decorum, Cece. Like I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you and this masterpiece to leave. Please don't let anyone see you on the way out, you've already embarrassed me enough."

[celia-baker]

@cricketcampbell

[celia-baker]

open starter for @aurorabaystarter

where: outside of driftwood when: midmorning

different hues of purple and blues had settled onto her eyes, a light rim of red tying it all together. her face appeared gaunt. her fingernails short and uneven due to them becoming brittle. it was obvious the nights of partying, drinking, and smoking had played havoc on her body. but she wouldn't admit it. she was having too much fun: it was freeing not caring how or where the night ended. every night spent like that illustrated a clear picture of why so many people got caught up in that lifestyle for her. however, the side effects could have been done without.

curled fingers held onto her coffee cup, the steam wrapping around her face as she stood outside of the cafe. when another person came into view, celia mustered up the best hungover smile she could have at that moment. "hey." her voice slightly horse from fighting the volume of the music the past night. "getting coffee too?"

[celia-baker]

hearts of darkness (1991) dir. eleanor coppola, george hickenlooper, fax bahr

[celia-baker]

glassy eyes attempted to focus on him as her eyebrows knitted together. "whaaaat?" a playful whine danced in her tone. "I'm not shooting for reassuring. I'm shooting for honesty." her finger gave his nose a light tap, giggles pouring out of her at her gesture.

maverick's words broke through her drunken haze, spine straightening. "uhm, yeah. I mean no, I didn't come with anyone." his clarification overlapping her words. "mav, you don't have to babysit me." the drunken lull coming back to her voice and demeanor. "I'll be fine! I've got my big girl pants on." completely oblivious to the fact she was not even wearing her actual tearaway pants anymore.

celia's chin rested on her hand as she leaned up against him, dark eyes fixed on him. a soft smile played on her lips as he spoke. "of course your opinion means something." her usual joking tone ripped away for pure genuineness. it was true, though their friendship had started through what was supposed to be a one-off night, maverick had turned into someone celia adored. it was rare, especially in the industry she was immersed in almost every moment of the day, to find someone who felt as if they actually listened to you. someone who it was never hard to talk to. "it means a lot. and thank you."

her mind was swimming, each moment that passed made it feel like she had downed ten more drinks. his words hit her ears, but all she could hear was the pounding in her head and the amalgamation of chatter from the people around. "you know something?" giggles came erupting back, though this time she couldn't even explain why.

"I, like, really like you.

“‘I think’ isn’t the most reassuring thing to come out of your mouth.” Less so, the way Celia looks more than halfway to ‘too drunk to stand’, if the way she leans against him is any indication. “Are you here alone?”

Then, when the thought about how that can be perceived clicks, Maverick quickly adds, “I mean, are you with friends or anyone because you’re really drunk, and you shouldn’t be alone.” Or left alone, and now that he can clock that Celia may have had one (or a few) too many, he’s definitely not wandering from her to leave her by herself. 

“Congrats on that, you deserve it, if my opinion means anything.” Mav places a hand against the middle of her back to make sure she stays steady, and he looks to make eye contact with the bartender to mouth the word ‘water’. His attention turns back down to her so he can keep up the conversation and keep her from dozing off, which he fears most.

“Great, honestly! Atti and I got third for the duo’s costume, which was totally unexpected considering we’re missing our Butthead. Hello Sharky’s gift card.”

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[celia-baker]

celia pushed a few stray hairs out of her face as she listened to the other talk. "no, no don't worry about it!" a welcoming smile still on her lips as she went to get up. yards of fabric tangled around her legs, little kicks the only thing she could do to get them free.

dark brown eyes scanned over the cart of clothing, her mind also scanning over her memories. "ah! yes. she told me you'd be stopping by." celia scurried over to inspect some of the garments. "thank you guys again."

as if suddenly hit with the realization of her rudeness (a feeling she could swear was a telepathic scolding from her mother at this point), she turned her focus back on to the man. "I'm celia, by the way." outstretched hand and same warm, welcoming smile presented to him. "celia baker. I'm the lead costumer here." well, that's a bit obvious there. good job. "and I'm guessing you're jackson?"

If Jackson hadn't asked for help he probably wouldn't have found the area he was supposed to go to. He for sure would've ended up on the opposite side of the building. This saved him time

He opened the door and pushed the cart in which scraped the door a bit with a loud short screech. Shit. It wasn't noticeable.

He felt bad for startling the brunette that was inside, but what did they say? That's show business or whatever. "Hey, sorry," He was apologetic, "I'm actually here to drop these off for my mom." He waved his hand over the cart.

"Georgia Ellis ring a bell?" He didn't know what else to do from here other than stand awkwardly across from this woman. @celia-baker

[celia-baker]

😳 + julian

@julianxpark

[celia-baker]

Statice

One thing, above all else, you wish to succeed in doing?

"to live a life I can be proud of. it may not be exactly what I had planned, it may not even be as long as I'd like but I just want to leave this life knowing I am proud of everything I was able to accomplish."

[celia-baker]

celia: you are moronic celia: but your ass is iconic 👀 celia: LISTEN i'll just make my own and then raise it to have better TASTE celia: no traitors in this house 🙅‍♀️

👻 - Celia

cricket: r these jeans doing anything for my ass yes or no be honest cricket: unless the answer is no then lie cricket: also dont say anything abt the purse 🙄 i know its urs!!! u will get it back!!! cricket: it does like me better tho sorry it told me 😬 awk...

@celia-baker

✧ — ⋆    𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 & 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .